#wanna have gay lil pink glasses

[bosspigeon]

can't wait to have enough money to get an eye exam and actually buy a good pair of glasses that don't use a script from four years ago bc apparently I can get lenses for people prone to light-sensitive migraines that are PINK-TINTED

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

@tihaari, as promised, here it is

The songs with a * means I think about several characters individually (2, most of the time) for these songs

The songs with a ¤ means there is an english translation in the comments (the other non-english songs have subtitles)

Almost every songs have lyrics (in the video, in the description, or in the top comments)

As you will notice, my music taste is quite wide. Hope you’ll find some song you’ll like

(just thought about it but i think like only 1 or 2 are ‘happy’/not angsty songs)

Shinichiro :

- 4:00AM by Taeko Ohnuki*

- Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

- Euthanasia by Will Wood

- Coma Baby by Nicole Doppelganger

- 最愛なるあなたは花葬 by 虻瀬犬 (Flowers, Mountains and Funerals by Abuseken)¤ (’Today, I’m just getting older. Today, you’re just getting older too.’, everything’s fine. ‘I’m getting older. Now, I’m getting older.’ no sign of the pronoun ‘you’, Mikey’s dead. ‘Today, I cannot grow old, yet since you can grow old today,’, Shinichiro’s dead, not Mikey)

- Birthday Kid by Mili

- I hold you by CLANN (this one’s over 9mins long. Just so you know if you wanna skip it lol)

- You are my sunshine - The Phamtoms version

- Don’t worry by Mr.Kitty (The lyrics fit as a whole but. 2:33)

- John and Nancy by Jack Stauber

- Telephones by VACATIONS

- Pale Machine by bo en (most of the song lyrics are in english but someone put the lyrics in the comments with the translation of the japanese bits)

- Secret by The Pierces (to sanzu ofc ofc. Also asked mikey if he wanted to start ridding bike… probably cuz mikey always wanted to but also shin never accepted but then. Then.) (first verse, OG timeline, second verse.. not-OG timeline)

- Mother Mary by Mr.Kitty

- Neverending Nights by Mr.Kitty

- Karma by AJR (OG timeline, before he knew about time leaping)(he does say in a chapter to wakasa that he spent a lot of money on suspicious religious groups and he did a lot of therapies)

- Youth by Glass Animal

- Lemonade by Mili*

         + Mockingbird by Eminem

Mikey :

- Sometimes by Nick Lutsko*

- Achilles come down by GANGOFYOUTHSBAND

- sister by Eve*

- Tout Petit Moineau (Very small sparrow) by Igorr (youll hear the pure despair in the screams | mikey loosing all of his loved ones one by one. Also parallels between a bird taking flight for the first time | bonten mikey jumping off the building. Probably the song/music i’m the less confident in)

- Poison Tree by Grouper

- Hurting for a Very Painful Pain (prehaps with kisaki singing the more feminine parts)

- Aesthetic ? More like Ass-Pathetic by Panucci’s Pizza

- I rather sleep by Kero Kero Bonito

- You are an Awful person by R.I.P*

- Sing to me by MISSIO

- Why didn’t stop me ? By Mitski

- Riptide by grandson

- Still Life by sitcom

- Between two worlds by Mili

-Cigarette Ahego by Penelope Scott (‘oh I don’t smoke, I just like how it smells’ → memories of Shinichiro - ‘In my defense I wasn’t suppose to be around this long’ → reference to the OG timeline ofc ofc)

- A sadness runs through him by The Hoosiers (Takemichi’s pov)

- HELP by PINK GUY

- Destroy me by Mr.Kitty

- Romantic Homicide by d4vd

- Suicide by Midnight To Monaco (the title is misleading. Its a hopeful song, okay ? Dont- don’t worry about it)

- 1985 by Bo Burnham (just for the 1:44-2:29 part)

- 不浄の世/The Impure World by Shitoo

- ハッピーエンド/Happy end by Shitoo (first part is final timeline mikey, second im not so sure. Perhaps og timeline shinichiro?)

- 棺の舟/Coffin arc by Shitoo (Manila timeline. Although I guess all of them work)

- Monster by Fight the Fade

- Bad Things by Cults

- Heart Nonsense

- Same Man I Was Before by Oingo Boingo

- Jesus don’t like im gay but satans cool with it by lil boodang (once again, you can ignore the title when listening to it) (‘summer’s always awful’ → Shinichiro’s death ‘winter is the one that breaks me down’ → his mom’s, emma’s and izana’s death)

-  物をぱらぱら壊す/breaking things to pieces by Kikuo

- 光よ/oh light (Hatsune Miku version) by Kikuo and here’s Hanatan’s version

- What i deserve by the remedy

- 降伏論 (Koufukuron) sung by Miyashita Yuu

- 悪い人 (a bad person) by syudou sung by すとぷり (sutopuri) (valhalla arc. To Kazutora. the ‘i’ve known it all along that you’re a horrible person’ may go to kisaki tho)

- 13th floor by Jade Lyel

- The mind electric by Miracle Musical

- 内臓ありますか by ピノキオピー (What’s inside ?by PinnochioP)

- Bulbel by Mili

- Oyasumi by bo en

- A New Hour by Mr.Kitty

- Bleed Black by Mr.Kitty (Bonten timeline)

- You’re somebody else by flora cash (can’t decide whose POV it fits best but it definitely describes Mikey)

- 大大大キライ/DAI DAI DAI KIRAI by DennokoP (Mikey’s words when there’s color, when it’s grey it’s Kazutora, from 2:43 to the end it’s Shinichiro)

- Mr.Fear by SIAMES

- CLOSET by Yoh Kamiyama*

(So. I love Kagerou Days. That’s like one of the first song i’ve got to heard when I went on youtube for the first time years ago. And it doesn’t work with TR timeline/story. But it could so much be an AU--) (Mikey plays the role of the boy and Takemichi the girl. Or Takemichi and Hina (with whatever role for each of them). Actually, picks two characters you wish to be stuck in a time loop, it’ll probably work ; You can imagine PekeJ as the cat idk if it adds anything)

Takemichi :

- 4:00AM by Taeko Ohnuki*

- the 1st opening of Owari No Seraph (to mikey) (different stories. Different context. Still works tho)

- I’d find you by phendste (about Hina)

Sanzu :

- Happy Pills by Weathers

- Blow my brains out by Tikkle me

- Do it for him/her (Sanzu singing it to takemichi) (also ive never watched stevens universe and this cover is the only version i can listen to the song so excuse me for ‘stronger than you’ following it)

- Room 401 by Shitoo (Sanzu thinking about the OG timeline)

- とんねる大冒険 (Great tunel adventure) by Kikuo (‘the you who is never anywhere’ is OG mikey ‘the you who should have vanished’ not-og mikey)

- p.h. sung by Miyashita Yuu

- Hyperdontia by GHOST (not all the lyrics work for this one. For example i have no idea what to do with ‘i’m pulling teeth for what seems like an eternity’ – but ‘i don’t want the infection spending’ first for his own scars then looking at mikey’s dark impulses, ‘pull ‘em out and wash ‘em off the memories – tear ‘em out and make up for forgotten years’ for the og timeline ofc, and ‘your hands in my mouth, 1,2,1,2, they never came out’ – how he got his scars. Plus ‘ahahaha’ for how mikey ordered him to laughed. 3:19 to 3:32 is (kanto manji) mikey speaking to sanzu – after learning shin was a time leaper from wakasa or something)

Takeomi :

- You are an awful person by R.I.P* (the first ‘him’ are for Shinichiro, ‘and soon he’ll realize he doesn’t need you – sooner or later he is gonna leave you’ is for sanzu tho)

- Everybody likes you by Lemon Demon (this man is the definition of wanting to feel important because he knows he isnt i swear-)

Chifuyu :

- Just take my wallet by Jack Stauber

- I can’t decide by Scissor Sisters (bad Toman timeline)

- Propaganda by Crusher (Bad Toman timeline)

- Mon amie la rose by Françoise Hardy (Bad Toman (or Manila) timeline. ‘my friend, the rose’ is Mitsuya cuz he’s the only one I can imagine - with what we’ve seen of the other Toman members of this timeline – not going full on evil)(‘you admired me yesterday – and i’ll turn into dust forever tomorrow’ for baji tho..) (btw ‘on est bien peu de chose’ while meaning, yes, in fact, ‘we don’t mean much’ also carries the meaning of ‘the person who’s in charge of us doesn’t care much about us’)

- なきそ – げのげ (Genoge by Nakiso) (genoge might mean ‘the lowest (of its kind) ; the poorest’ i don’t know japanese tho so..) (still bad toman timeline too)

Draken :

- Dark Red by Steve Lacy

- I’ll Never Smile Again by Frank Sinatra

Mitsuya :

- ビターチョコデコレーション (bitter choco decoration) by syudou sung by Miyashita Yuu (Manila timeline. Could work with Bad Toman too ig but i like the idea of Ran being the one saying ‘I remember now ! You’re that serious-looking person from back then… On second thought, nevermind’ about the festival in Roppongi where Mitsuya saw the brothers for the first time (and Ran saw him too))

Taiju :

- Saint Bernard by Lincoln Vlogs

- キリスト by 虻瀬犬 (Christ by Abuseken) (cw : repeated mentions of rape and child born out of rape) (ALRIGHT ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN THIS ONE. While i don’t specially believe the shiba siblings were born out of rape (even tho it is implied their father was (physically) abusive toward their mother) the rest of the song fits. Taiju became catholic since he didn’t have anyone to ask what he had to do – so this song of someone asking again and again things without them being ever answered fit. There’s also the ‘I’ll kill you’ at 2:52 which can so easily be said by either Taiju, Hakkai or even Yuzuha) (if you don’t see where i’m coming from interpreting taiju this way – i made a post ive pinned about it)

Izana :

- sister by eve*

- Treehouse by Alex G (with Kakucho ofc)

-🔪、🔪、🔪 ///ナイフ、ナイフ、ナイフ/// (Knife, Knife, Knife) by Kikuo

- CLOSET by Yoh Kamiyama*

Inui :

- sister by Eve*

- Washing Machine heart by Mitski (to Koko)

Koko :

- Feel dead inside by Younger Hunger

- Money by The Drums

- 요단강 (Jordan river) by Natsyona (Vivinos’s video) (well basically change the video to him making money rather than sewing a doll)

Baji’s mom :

- Lemonade by Mili*

Senju :

- Brutus by the Buttress (i like to think she was bitter about being left behind by Mikey, Baji and Sanzu. And since she kicks asses she deserves a song that does too)

Kazutora :

- YELLOW by Yoh Kamiyama

- Two birds by Regina Spektor (with Baji ofc ofc)

- No children by The Mountains Goats (still w/ Baji)

- Sigh sung by Kagamine Rin (STILL with Baji)

Kisaki :

- Dumb dumb by Mazie

Hanma :

- No one lives forever by Oingo Boingo (the lyrics fit but ngl, it’s mostly for the VibesTM)

Hinata :

- 一ツ眼リッパー殺人事件/One-Eyed Ripper Murder Case by Shitoo (this one also fit in an AU rather than the canon story (where basically Kisaki stays in contact with Hinata – everything else is the same. Naoto knows Hinata is going to die in the future). Also watch until the end, don’t be mad at the ‘little brother’ ;) )

It fits too many characters individualy OR I think of several characters at once (like Sunflower by Michele Leigh):

- Scars by Mr.Kitty (I always end up thinking about the original quartet (Mikey, Sanzu, Baji, Senju) for this one. But it works for Toman)

- Look What You Make Me Do by Taylor Swift

- Sometimes by Nick Lutsko*

- Teen Pregnancy by BLANK BANSHEE (ignoring the title -)

- Summer Nights by SIAMES

- いかないで (Ikanaide) (almost every character lost someone they hold dear)(although thinking about Mikey/Draken loosing Emma-)

- Sunflower by Michele Leigh (ex-toman members to kanto Manji/bonten Mikey... im not crying)

- Nowhere to run by Stegosaurus Rex

- Trauma by Mr.Kitty

- Fight your friends by Mr.Kitty (Three deities/Kanto manji arcs lets gooo)

- Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber

- AaAaAaAAaAaAAa by NashimotoP

- Welcome to Paradise by grandson

- Pain Shopping by grandson

- Forgive yourself by xojira (lyrics in comments)

- 愛を探して (searching for your love) by Kikuo (ngl, it fits mikey a lot)

- あなぐらぐらし(Anagura Gurashi) by Kikuo

- 猫の食卓 (the cat’s dining table) by Kikuo

- わたあめ (cotton candy) by Kikuo

- 君が死んでも許してあげるよ (I’ll forgive you even if you die) by Kikuo

- 哀悼、そして日常は続く(Condolences, and then the everydays continue) sung by Miyashita Yuu¤

- How it ended by the drums (ex-toman members wondering about Mikey – Bonten timeline or Kanto Manji)

- Evelyn Evelyn by Evelyn Evelyn (choose your fighter among the different siblings) (honestly i mostly do with the akashi –)

- Francis Forever by Mitski

- We’ll meet again by Vera Lynn

- I’m sorry by Brenda Lee

Other audios/songs which are too shorts :

- What am I without you ? - Baji & Kazutora/Shinichiro & Takeomi (if you read toilet-bound hanako-kun and you havent finished/if you dont wanna be spoiled even if you dont know the story at all - avoid looking at the video/skip this one. couldnt find this audio by itself but for this one)

- Have we gone wrong ? from Don’t Hug Me I’m scared - Bad Toman/Manila timeline (one of toman member telling mikey he’s ‘gone wrong’, the others getting between them and brushing it off. Sanzu asking if they went wrong, Mikey answering)

- Peppermint by Jack Stauber – Takeomi & Sanzu cuz Sanzu’s hated food is anything spicy

- Hope by Jack Stauber – Shinichiro

- Rain by Jack Stauber – Shinichiro/Takemichi

- $ 4.99 by Jack Stauber – Kokonoi

- Library by Jack Stauber – Every character who has lost their mother/sister

- Big Brother i’m just like you – you know who :’)

- Is it cold outside – Izana & Kakucho

- Daisy Bell - Draken & Emma

- BMO always bounces back – Baji (‘but i’m supposed to save the rift. That’s my job’ → baji thinking he could save the founding members’ relationship by himself) (couldnt find a video with only this audio and no song - only with animatics)

- This but with Sanzu

- It’s not Michael – Takemichi when meeting one of the future Mikey

- One’s a genius, the other’s insane – Kisaki & Hanma. That made me laughed so hard the first time I thought about it

- Where did the year go – Takemichi with Manila/Bonten Mikey

[mizunetzu]

YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?

HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-

——————

Tanaka x reader - one date wonder

⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.

They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?

“Oi oi Ryu!”

Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“

“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.

“Hell was that for?!”

Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.

A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.

She was totally his type.

“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.

“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”

“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.

———

Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.

Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.

The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.

“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”

“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”

“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”

The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”

Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”

“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”

“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”

“Uh...ok...see you there...?”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.

Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.

———

Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.

His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.

“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.

Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?

“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.

“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”

Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!

“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“

(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.

Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.

Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...

That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.

(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.

“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“

“Are you a crossdresser?!”

“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”

(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.

‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’

Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”

(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.

“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”

Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“

“F-fine.”

(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”

“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”

“All right!”

———

The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.

Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,

But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.

He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.

Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.

“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.

“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.

“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”

Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!

———

Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.

“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.

There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.

“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“

“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.

“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”

Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.

“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”

“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”

“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”

“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”

Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”

“You totally could.”

“Could not!”

“You could”

“Not!”

“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.

“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”

Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.

“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”

“I’M NOT!”

——

Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.

Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.

Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.

“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”

Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“

“Tanaka-kun?”

Shit.

Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.

“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.

“What are you doing here?”

Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.

‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’

Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.

“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.

Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”

Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).

“Um...h-hi...”

‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’

Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.

“Did’ya need something from me?”

‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’

Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.

“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“

“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.

“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”

“Really?!”

Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”

“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”

“‘Course I am!”

“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”

——————

Epilogue:

“No way your going out with her.”

“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.

“You’re such a liar, dude-“

“Tanaka-kun!”

A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.

Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.

(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”

“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.

“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“

“To be honest I don’t really know either.”

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[honeymooneyy]

you kissed remus!

okay so this takes place before a dog in your past life and is when remus came out to the others, context: fifth year, remus came back from summer and is like “ayo when did sirius get so attractive??”, peter knows remus is gay bc he caught Remus and Cas kissing once, and if you haven’t read the other one - Cas is this guy Remus “dated” for a lil bit

The boys had found the “perfect” way to kick off their fifth year at Hogwarts. The train had arrived on a Friday this year, so after getting all the first years settled on their first day, the marauders had all of Saturday to themselves before they had to get in the “school mode”.

James had snuck a bottle of firewhiskey from his parent’s liquor cabinet and had just revealed it to the others.

“James,” Remus groaned, knowing exactly where this was going to end up. “How did you manage to sneak a whole bottle away?”

“Oh shush, Remus, you know you wanna try it.” James waggled his eyebrows as he settled on the floor, right in front of the foot of his bed. He motioned for the others to gather around, patting the ground.

“I’ve never tried firewhiskey,” Sirius admitted, sounding a tad bit too excited in Remus’ opinion. “Gimme gimme.”

Despite Remus’ reluctance, he sat down between Peter and Sirius, leaning back on his hands and watching the other settle down. He forced himself to keep his eyes away from Sirius, instead watching as Peter finished writing his letter to his mom. He had been writing his mom letters since first year, a tradition that had yet to die off.

Yet as James and Sirius argued over what game they should play with it, or if they should just chug it, Remus couldn’t help but glance at Sirius. His hair had been pulled back in a sloppy bun, seeing as he had been getting ready for bed when James pulled out the bottle, but a couple strands had slipped out, framing his face. If anything, it seemed to bring out his jawline, was it always this defined? And then when Sirius stretched out, much like a cat would, his shirt hitched up to reveal dark ink on his hip.

“Sirius, is that a tattoo?” Remus exclaimed and immediately leaned over to inspect it. If he hadn’t been so busy staring at the other boy’s new tattoo, he would’ve noticed the pink hue that had crawled onto Sirius’ cheeks.

“Er, yeah, I got it when I was at James’ house. It’s Canis Major, because it has-”

“Your star,” Remus breathes, reaching out to push Sirius’ shirt up higher. He was too busy looking at the splatter of ink on his stark white skin to realize just exactly what he was doing. “That’s wicked. Did it hurt?”

Sirius gingerly pulled his shirt out of Remus’ grasp and yanked it back down to cover up the tattoo that was the new center of attention. “I guess. Not the worst pain I’ve felt.”

The boys grew quiet at the thought of Sirius’ rough childhood, and Remus leaned back into his previous sitting spot. What was he thinking, just pulling Sirius’ shirt up like that?? Usually, they were all pretty affectionate with each other, but for some reason this just felt off.

Thankfully, the silence didn’t last long as James uncorked the bottle with a pop. He held the bottle up with a grin, “To fifth year!”

The other echoed him, smiles crawling onto their faces. Sirius had called being the first to try it and grabbed the bottle from James, tipping it back to take a sip. The others watched, wide-eyed, waiting for his reaction. He immediately began to cough, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, “Oh god, it’s hot.”

The boys burst into giggles at his reaction, holding their hands out for a turn. Once everyone had been acquainted with the drink, they had settled into a game of Never Have I Ever.

This game wasn’t the best to play when you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re gay, something that Remus didn’t consider until Peter’s turn came around, quite a few drinks in. He had decided to fully milk the fact that he had yet to get a girlfriend.

“Never have I ever kissed anyone,” he decided, grinning at the way Sirius groans, and in doing so, missing the daggers Remus glared at Peter.

“Not fair, you’re targeting me,” Sirius grumbles, sipping from his glass. It was no surprise that he drank, as the others had heard quite enough about his “relationship” with Mary last year. He set his cup back down, the alcohol quickly diminishing with the way he drank for almost everyone’s turn. They had ended up divvying up the bottle to see who finished their glass first.

“I’m saving myself for Lilly,” James declares proudly, shaking his head to get the dark hair out of his eyes before grinning lopsidedly. “I’m loyal.”

“Is it even being loyal if you’re not dating?” Remus snorts. It seemed the alcohol had rid him of his filter because he then sipped his drink, seeing as he had kissed Cas quite a few times.

Sirius didn’t miss it, turning to Remus with wide eyes, “You’ve kissed someone??”

“Moony!! You’ve kissed someone?? Why didn’t you tell us?” James exclaims, turning to Remus with his mouth agape and holding a hand to his heart in mock-betrayal. “I thought we’re best friends! When was it? Who was it?”

Peter jumped in, hurrying to fix the mess he caused, “Maybe he was just thirsty, I don’t think it wasn’t for the actual question.”

“S’okay, Peter, I’ll tell them,” Remus sighs, thankful that Peter tried, at least. He’s gotta tell them at some point... “It was last year.”

James didn’t miss the way he dodged the question of who, “Okay, but who was it? What’s her name, do we know her?”

“James,” Remus began softly, raising his eyes to James’ inquiring ones. He could feel his throat closing up so he spit the words out, as quick as he could, “I never said it was a girl.”

James’ mouth fell agape, “Blimey! I didn’t even know, what kind of friend am I?”

Remus couldn’t help but stare at him, “That’s it? You don’t care that I’m gay?”

He just shrugged and Remus wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or if it was just James being James. “Don’t really care who you snog. I can’t believe I didn’t even know, we’ve been friends for five years.”

“I didn’t know until last year,” Remus admits with a small laugh. He pulled his legs closer so he could rest his chin on them, and watched James’ reaction. An hour or so had passed since they first started their games and the alcohol had taken a hold of all of them. The world seemed a bit more hazy than usual, but despite that he could feel Sirius’ gaze boring into his side profile. He decided to ignore it for now.

“Wait a minute.” James whirled around to point at Peter, “You knew! How did you know?”

Peter barely got a chance to open his mouth when James let out a sound of surprise.

“It was you, wasn’t it! You kissed Remus!” James exclaimed, seeming proud of himself for having figured it out. Remus couldn’t but fall into a fit of giggles at the thought of Peter and him.

“It was that boy, wasn’t it?” Sirius finally spoke up, leveling his steely gaze with Remus. His bun was falling apart completely at this point, and Remus itched to move the hair that hung in front of his eyes. “Carter, or something? The one you always hung around last year.”

“Cas,” Remus corrected, internally slapping himself for the way he had been staring at Sirius’ hair. “But yeah, we were together for a bit. He doesn’t go here anymore.”

James began on another tangent about how he should’ve known and that he had to admit Cas was a bit attractive, but Remus wasn’t interested. Sirius was uncharacteristically quiet. His dark brows were knitted together as he thought something over. Was he upset?

“Sirius?” Remus’ voice cracked as he whispered his best friend’s name. He needed him to say something more, tell him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t care.

Sirius was glaring now and Remus thought he might be sick, what if Sirius didn’t support him? He couldn’t bear the thought of losing his best friend. His worries only heightened when Sirius finally spoke, his voice unusually calm,“You didn’t tell us for months. Did you think we’d be mad?”

Remus wasn’t quite sure why he was so upset. “I wasn’t sure. It’s kind of controversial.”

“But we’re your best mates. You should be able to tell us stuff like this,” Sirius sighed, finally brushing his hair off his face. When he glanced up, Remus was surprised to see sadness swirling in his eyes. “And we scared you off. What kind of friends are we?”

So he wasn’t mad at Remus? But at himself?? Remus was thoroughly confused, why was Sirius so fixated on the fact that he didn’t tell them right away?

“I dunno,” Remus shrugged, wishing his sweater could swallow him whole. Why did Sirius need to question him like this, especially now?? “I didn’t want to take the chance and lose you guys. I don’t have anyone else.”

It was weird seeing Sirius so serious. He was usually as bouncy as James, cracking jokes and grinning 24/7. Remus decided that he preferred carefree Sirius, this one reminded him too much of the time Sirius returned from winter break with scars marring his back.

“You’re still my best friend, Sirius. I would’ve told you guys eventually.” Remus shifts over to sit a bit closer to Sirius and bumps their knees together. If he hadn’t drunk so much firewhiskey, he might’ve been more cautious about touching Sirius so casually, especially after confessing he liked guys. The last thing he needed was for his friends to think he was a creep. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

“You didn’t have to tell us, I’m not upset about that. I’m sorry you couldn’t come to us about it, I’m sure it had been kinda scary. We could’ve helped you figure it out, that’s what best friends are for.” Sirius bumps his knees back into Remus’, before giving him a sad smile. “I reckon not everyone reacts so nicely, do they?”

“I don’t think everyone’s so open to it,” Remus decided to say. Sirius already looked so sad for him, he didn’t want to add to it by bringing up how the kids in his neighborhood felt about gay people. Or even the way his parents spoke about it when seeing stories in the daily prophet. He hated the pity tainting Sirius’ voice.

Sirius’ eyes brightened as his gaze found Remus’, “So will you tell us about it, then? Cas? And everything? You didn’t get to tell us last year, tell us now!”

That caught James’ and Peter’s attention as they turned to Remus, eager to hear about his romantica adventures. Remus rarely brought it up, seeing as he never had much interest in their conversations about girls.

Remus could feel his cheeks heating up as he ducked his head, bashfully. “It was okay, nothing abnormal.”

“C’mon, Remus, you listen to us when we talk about girls. I talk about Lilly every day, tell us about who you like!” James prods, scooting closer.

Remus makes a point to keep his eyes on the ground at the topic of who he likes. He hated the way his mind immediately wandered to Sirius. He didn’t like Sirius, he was simply admiring his looks and he knew he couldn’t let those thoughts go anywhere. With a sigh, he started, “Okay, I guess I can tell you guys a bit about it. You know that I was friends with Cas for a bit, last year…”

Remus never thought he’d ever talk to his friends about boys, but here he was - describing his first kiss in detail.

[shittykinaesthetics]

pay no attention t th ask dump behind th curtain

that’s not true. please do pay attention t it this took me so long t do

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “love all the wolf 359 kinnies and fictives conglomerating at your blog. coming out of woodwork. out of the space station walls as it were. where are we all even coming from i haven't seen another one since 2018 and suddenly there's a horde of us here at shittykinaesthetics. thank you once more upon this life for your service o great stanley to the kin community.” end id]

i like t imagine my blog as a lil water cooler fer all you sad weird space podcast nerds. i don’t go here bu m a lil go-between takin th notes you wanna pass t each other. obviously i unfold em an read em before they reach their destination bu this shit is incomprehensible t everyone bu y’all so it’s not really an enjoyable experience an should maybe teach me a lesson about snoopin. it doesn’t though. anyway i hope y’all are enjoyin yer newfound community. there’s no need t thank me bu i do take cash donations

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “i can and will hit you with a trout. - june egbert kinnie.” end id.]

m really sorry bu i can only imagine th sender a this ask as a 13 year old frantically typin inta th inbox on their lil pink razr phone from inside a hot topic circa 2007. such intense lolrandom energy emanates from this anon. that’s not a criticism m jus gonna assume that you have a poster a jhonen vasquez on yer wall.

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “you wrote community. i saw you.” end id.]

y’all can’t keep sendin asks that i can really only respond t by postin that gif a th dude knockin over his water glass an runnin away. yer gonna stop findin it funny eventually an i can’t hear criticism or i’ll die. that bein said—

[image id: it is the aforementioned gif of the man knocking over a huge pitcher of water onto the table and fleeing from his seat. end id]

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “i’ll give you something to have an onion about!!!! *hands you a large onion. it has ‘friendship’ written across the back in sparkly pink text* :)” end id]

y’know under ordinary circumstances i would put myself through a terrible ordeal right about now an take a huge bite outta this here onion fer no reason other’n t be a gross ol man an keep you all on yer toes. however. i don’t know how th text arrived on this onion an m not sure if th glitter or whatever th fuck it is is body-safe, so m not gonna put it in my mouth. let that be a lesson t all a you — don’t put things in yer mouth unless you know you could feasibly eat em. who says m not a responsible adult.

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “i’m breaking the silence under the condition of anonymity, i’m one of the people who sent in an english lit kintype and i am a teacher. please study, how gay i was in my past life, it will be on the test.” end id.]

this begs th question as t how many a you there are. this particular anon actually broke their anonymity in th server (subtle wink an nod t th audience. see, kids, if you join th shittykindiscord, you unlock lore! don’t you wanna learn shit th plebs won’t ever know? truly th vip follower experience.), so i know that they ain’t th source a all these anons. how many a th rest a you kinnies are teachers? 

also can you imagine bein a high schooler (don’t remind me that a large portion a my audience does not hafta imagine bein in high school. i know m old. i don’t need you fucks rubbin it in.) an findin out that yer teacher’s a kinnie? i’d die on th spot.

wait hold on i jus imagined bein a teacher an runnin inta one a yer students in a kin server. that’s a circle a hell, actually. i’d give em as fer th rest a th year an then fake my death t start a new life somewhere else.

 [image id: an anonymous ask that says “did you hear about the town in japan where they’re using the covid relief money to build a badass giant squid statue? how do i organise an effort like that in my town? i don’t know why, you just feel like the guy to ask, mr pines.” end id]

i hadn’t heard a this until you sent this anon an it is absolutely fuckin fantastic. i have no idea how one sets up a situation like this though — m not so good at th genuine fundraisin efforts, more a th scams an theft. if you need a guy t help ya plan a heist t steal that squid statue, though, or help ya make yer own shitty knockoff version made outta real fuckin squid or somethin. well. that will be my time t shine an really help you out. otherwise i dunno. might be nice t see a gofundme that ain’t fer a medical emergency or somethin like that. breath a fresh air fer th site.

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “not a request but i’ve noticed your kintype is unconventional but supportive father figure” and i just thought that was really funny. thank you for making these boards for us.” end id.]

okay wait hold on i’ll be right back. m gonna count how many unconventional bu supportive father figures i kin. wait right there. 

okay i feel like some a these guys bein father figures is subjective? i’ll leave it up t y’all. here are a list a people m not sure about: sans undertale. malcolm reynolds. han solo (yeah he’s a father bu is he a father figure). geralt? tyrion lannister??? james flint???

an then as far as father figures go i got uh. silver treasure planet, bruce wayne, peter b. parker, dean winchester, rube sofer. which honestly is less’n i thought there’d be. idk i gotta think about this some more

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “i found a bert (sesame street) finger puppet in my bathroom.” end id]

happy pride!

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “god bless you for taking a stand against minecraft youtubers.” end id]

it ain’t easy work bu someone’s gotta do it, an i think it’s high past time t actually start oppressin gamers since they seem t feel like a minority class anyway

[image id: an anonymous ask that says “women be kinning.” end id]

all women know is mcdonald’s, charge their phone, be bisexual, eat hot chip, an kin

[theaviskullguy]

Convivence store

PART 2!!!! WE SEE THE S5 HERE!!!!

So enjoy Aloha and Rider having a conversation fellas!

TW for mentions of ab*se

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Aloha was 17, now. He hadn’t fully transitioned-he still needed his bottom surgery-but he was out, and living his life as a trans man. His parents accepted him wholeheartedly. It was kinda nice knowing that.

It didn’t mean he was suddenly trauma free. There were still plenty of sleepless nights full of bad memories.

Thank god for those stores.

It was late at night. A bad night. All of Aloha’s bad memories swirled in his head and he wished he could forget it all.

So, he got out of his bed and started to head out.

The problem was, well, the S5 lived together. It was good at times-It saved money and also Aloha couldn’t cook for shit, so living with three people who could was a godsend.

Anyways, the problem was that Rider also had sleepless nights due to trauma. Aloha learned that the hard way-he got up for a glass of water and ended up binge watching The Mandalorian with Rider. Turns out they both liked the Found Family aspect of it.

The insomniac duo also tended to stay awake on the same nights. And most of those nights they would chose a comfort show and binge the episodes until they fell asleep. 

But, tonight, it would be a bit different.

Aloha got on his coat-it was a chilly night-and slipped on his shoes, walking out to the living room. Rider was there, as usual; sitting on the couch almost expectantly. “What we watching tonight?”

“...Could we actually go for a walk tonight?” Aloha asked. “Just... it’s a comfort thing.”

Rider shrugged. “Eh, why not. Got a place in mind?”

“You know that gas station? Wanna go there and grab a midnight snack?”

The dynamo user seemed to think. After all, he wasn’t wearing the stuff he normally did to hide his scar-Aloha had noticed that his friend didn’t really like his scar being seen. He didn’t know why, he thought it looked cool at least.

“.....Fine. You’re paying for your own stuff.” Rider finally answered.

Aloha rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah...Yeah I guess.”

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The two friends walked in silence to the station. The air was cold and crisp, and the path was lit up by streetlights. 

There was something beautiful in the bright night, Aloha decided. For one, his fear of the dark wouldn’t set in. Not like it ever sets in due to being a firefly squid, anyways. Didn’t stop it from being there.

Aloha did have to admit though, Rider’s presence did help him feel a bit safer. He supposed the fact that he looked so intimidating helped.

The two walked into the store. Almost immediately Rider grabbed a thing of BBQ corn nuts. Aloha snickered.

“Can’t have a party without them, huh?” He asked.

Rider shrugged. “I just like them better than normal ones I guess. Not everything I do is a Heathers reference.”

“...Eh, fair enough.” Aloha walked to the slushie isle, getting himself a medium cherry slushie. Cherry was always his favorite flavor. He also grabbed a chocolate bar and a pack of what he dubbed “Gay Bacon”. 

Two two checked out and headed back. Aloha sipping on his slushie and munching on the gay bacon, and Rider occasionally eating a corn nut.

“...So.” Rider began, startling Aloha-normally he’s the one starting conversations. “What’s your trauma?”

Aloha shrugged. “Dysphoria, mainly. Nothing....nothing too bad.”

“You hesitated.” Rider said. “Mate, you’re lying.”

“...Well, dysphoria and shitty parents..” The pink inkling said, truthfully. “I bounced around the foster care system for 8 years. Most of my foster parents hated me and... they basically used me for chores. If I so much as asked for basic stuff, they’d.. well, mainly yell, but a few hit me.”

Rider was speechless for a few seconds, before placing a hand on Aloha’s shoulder. “I....God, wish I had something to say here. I’ll feel shitty if I just say ‘I’m really sorry’.”

Aloha shrugged. “It’s fine. I know what you mean dude. Besides, I...I can cope. Not sure if it’s healthy, but lil stores like those kinda help.”

“That’s your method then, huh?”

“Yeah. Yours?”

“...Other than musical theater,” Rider started “Just... watching old movies tends to help. That’s why a lot of the time, the comfort shit I chose is something like Heathers or Clue. Cherry used to rent them and we’d stay up till midnight watching them on birthdays.”

“Not going to lie, that’s kinda cool.” Aloha said. “At least yours doesn’t involve eating something sugary-”

“I never said I didn’t eat sweets with it.” He said. “I have a huge stash of oreos I eat when watching movies. I just haven’t eaten them around you.”

“....Oh. Probably for the better-”

Rider nodded. “Probably..”

They two entered the house...to be greeted with a rather ticked-off looking Skull.

“Now where were you two?” He asked.

Aloha looked at Rider, who just went “Out with Army. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Want to try that again? Army said, stepping out from his bedroom.

Oh, fuck.

[hydra-collector]

pretty

Pairings: Logince

Characters: Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders (mentioned), Patton Sanders (mentioned)

TW: drinking, cursing, lil angst

Words: 1,629

Summary: Logan decides he should get drunk at least once in his life, just to see how it affects him. This was a bad idea.

Note: Human AU

Roman hadn’t expected this to happen.

When Logan had told him that he wanted to get drunk at least once in his life, and report his findings about how it affected him, he didn’t know he meant this drunk.

He’d ended up needing him to take him away from the bar altogether, as he couldn’t even balance on the bar stool. They’d moved into a booth, Roman explaining to the waitress his situation. Hell, Logan couldn’t even be alone in the booth without Roman there making sure he didn’t just collapse on the bench and go to sleep.

Logan was currently writing in the notebook he brought to report his findings (what he was writing, no one would ever know, since his writing was completely illegible. Roman didn’t even know if he was trying to write English anymore) with his glasses long since fallen on the table.

Eventually he let his head rest on the notebook, staring at Roman. He did have to admit that Logan was very pretty. Even while drunk.

He turned his head and scribbled something on his paper, large and just barely readable. Roman didn’t see it before Logan’s head fell onto it again.

“Pretty…”

Logan smiled a dopey smile, shoving himself closer to Roman and putting his head in his arms again.

“Pretty like… dolphins. Dolphins are pretty, and shiny. They have… smooth skin, did you know that? It’s smooth.”

“...What’s pretty, like dolphins?”

“You. You’re pretty.”

He smiled wide, wider than he usually did, and shoved his head into Roman’s stomach like a cat.

“You’re so… what’s the word that Birg- Virb-, no, Virgil told me? Ex- extra? It’s funny, and cute, and you’re so much BIGGER than him. He gets boooring, no one thinks boring is pretty, but you just act pretty and say pretty things. You’re so pretty. You’re so good.”

Roman could barely make out what he was saying from his mouth, smushed against his jacket, but he was sure of what he was hearing.

“You should cuddle me. No one cuddles me anymore.”

“They don’t cuddle you anymore?”

Roman barely knew what to do at this point, finally noticing the rising temperature on his cheeks when Logan nuzzled further into his jacket when he put his arms around his drunk friend.

“They don’t love me anymore. I don’t love me anymore. But I love you and so does everyone else, ‘cause you’re really pretty. I’m sad a lot, because they don’t love me, but you love me, right? Someone as warm as you has to love anyone. You’re cuddly.”

Is he okay? He’s never said anything like this before.

“Of course I do, Logan. And everyone else does too.”

“I don’t care about everyone else right now. I care about you. You’re pretty.”

Roman finally remembered that Logan had written something on his paper, bigger than everything else he’d written. In actually readable characters, he saw “GAY.”

He felt his cheeks get even darker.

Logan shifted his position, laying his head on Roman’s lap, his knees scrunched up and his smile remaining, in all its dumb glory.

“You’re pretty. I wanna kiss you.”

“Uh, maybe when you’re sober, Logan?”

“But you’re pretty now. Do you not like me?”

“It’s not that I wouldn’t… like to kiss you, I’m just saying, I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to-”

Roman realized it wasn’t enough to say that when he felt a tugging at his collar. He bumped his head on the table as he was pulled downwards. Their lips collided awkwardly, barely even touching at all at first. Logan found Roman’s lips properly after a few moments, though. Roman pulled himself away, knocking his head again. He was going to get a bump at this point.

Holy shit.

Holy shit, my best friend just kissed me.

“I can’t kiss you?”

“It- It’s just, this is the first time you’ve kissed me before, and I don’t even know if you’ve kissed anyone before and you’re really drunk-”

“I don’ care.”

Logan made a pouty face. God, did Roman want to kiss him. But what would be the consequences the next day? Roman would know what had happened and Logan would have kissed him, and what would happen to their relationship?

I mean, it’s not like he’s going to remember.

Sure, he’s the one trying to kiss you, but-

Logan pulled him down again, but Roman pulled away before long, pulling Logan out from the booth. He carried him and his notebook plus his glasses outside (paying the bartender awkwardly) as the drunk man continued reaching his head up to Roman’s cheeks.

“Let’s not do that inside.”

Roman placed him in the passenger seat of the car once they got out to it. He’d had a little bit of alcohol, but stopped soon, when he discovered what a lightweight Logan was. It had been a while already.

“You’re so pretty, Roman.”

Logan leaned over the middle of the car, apparently deciding to go to sleep on Roman’s lap. He didn’t even seem to want to kiss him anymore, exhausted enough to just go to sleep, it seemed.

“Logan, I need to get you home-”

“Cuddle me.”

“It’s nearly midnight-”

“Cuddles?”

Roman couldn’t resist Logan’s adorable voice as he moved progressively more onto the dramatic one’s lap. He pulled him close, softening at the smile that appeared on the nerd’s face. He leaned his seat back, Logan pretty much curled up in a ball on his torso. He’d drive home later. He’d probably benefit from a little more time after drinking anyway, even if it hadn’t affected him that much.

~~

He didn’t mean to fall asleep.

He woke up to quite a few messages on his phone, most of them from Patton and Virgil. The events of the previous night floated like a dream in his mind. It was absurd, absolutely absurd. He’d learned… quite a few things about his friend.

“Roman?”

Logan’s eyes were shut tight against the sunlight, rubbing his head, uncurling himself a little. His voice was tired, and Roman couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was.

“What’s…”

Logan poked a little at the surface he was sitting on, squinting his eyes open to see it. They widened in shock when he saw it was Roman’s shirt, leading up to his face. He squirmed away, back into the passenger seat. He shoved the glasses on the dashboard back on his face.

“Turns out you’re the emotional drunk.”

Roman handed him the notebook at the first page, and he started to flip through it. He’d taken quite a few notes.

“Remember anything?”

It seemed Logan had reached the “GAY” page, because his cheeks turned from their slowly darkening pink, to red.

“N-no,”

“You said I’m an emotional drunk? Did you read this?”

“No. I can tell you what I saw, though. If, if you want. It was part of the agreement, but...”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, you might… rather not know.”

Logan’s face turned to its usual seriousness, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

“...What happened?”

“Well, you kind of… confessed your love to me. I think. I mean, you kept calling me pretty and then you-”

He cut himself off, not sure if he should proceed. Logan’s face was already a dark blush.

“Roman?”

“You… well, you, you, kinda, well, not really kind of, you did, but you, uhm- you kissed me.”

Logan would have apologized if he could say anything at the moment. His voice faltered in his throat, and he instead leaned forward in his seat, putting his head in his hands. Eventually he croaked out another two words.

“Anything else?”

“...You told me that you… didn’t think anyone loved you. And that you didn’t love yourself. And basically, that you needed affection and hadn’t gotten it in a long time.”

Roman could’ve sworn he heard a whispered “this was a bad idea,” and knowing the context, he probably did. Logan didn’t move from his position for a few minutes, apparently taking in what he’d just been told.

“Maybe, maybe I was just pretending to be dramatic, you’ve rubbed off on me quite a bit…”

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than me. You literally demanded cuddles from me, Logan. I quote, ‘cuddle me.’”

“I- I did not say that!”

“Yes, you did! I was there!”

“I refuse to believe you.”

“How do you think you ended up curled in a ball nuzzling my chest?”

Logan was simply sitting here, listening to Roman learn most of the secrets he’s tried to keep.

“I succeeded in kissing you?”

“...Yeah.”

“Did- did you let me?”

“Yeah, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“That’s the first time I’ve kissed someone, and I don’t even remember it.”

“You’re like, 23.”

“Yes, I know, Roman.”

A silence fell between them. It was cold, Roman wished Logan had stayed as the warm ball on his chest. He hadn’t quite realized how small his friend was until that moment. Or maybe he was just good at curling in a ball.

“What do you want to become of us now?”

“I don’t know, but… your hug was… nice.”

Logan looked up, shivering slightly. He was being vulnerable, for once, and not while drunk. Roman took his hand, and he crawled back over, leaning on him a bit awkwardly. He eventually relaxed, letting Roman’s arms comfort him and the softness of his jacket push against his face. He didn’t know why he decided to hug Roman again.

Maybe it was the hangover. Maybe it was his need for comfort. Or maybe it was that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t squash the butterflies that floated into his stomach, so he might as well welcome them.

[inuykago]

lady friends?

inuyasha pride month 2020 ::

day 2 - lesbian + day 10 - kagome

thinkin of kagome and sango together makes my heart flutter. please accept this one shot I wrote for pride month ヽ(^◇^*)/

inspired by dailyau prompt:

I thought I just didn’t like relationships but turns out I’m actually super gay AU 

for reference! kagome inspo. sango inspo.

{kagsan. modern college au. 3,050 words. ff.net / ao3.}

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I hate college.

The classes are dragging, professors don’t care about study guides or reviews (do they want me to fail?), and, to top it all off, I’m alone.

Not that I can’t be by myself, but there’s friend groups here, friend groups there, a couple right next to me, and all of them look at me like, “Poor freshman, why doesn’t she have anybody?”

Well, everybody, I do have people! There’s Ayumi, Eri, and Yuka … but, I chose a different college than them…

Yeah, they all stuck together… B-But we still talk every day in our “Gal Pals 💕” group chat. Well, they do understand each other more than I do… since I’m out here by myself… but it’s fine.

I’m fine.

“Ms. Higurashi!” I snapped out of my thoughts, releasing my pen from my bite. Uh oh, did he notice I wasn’t paying attention?

“Y-Yes professor?”

The man crossed his arms as he gripped the smartboard marker, “Since it looks like you’re thinking so hard-” I really wasn’t “-can you name me some baroque-style paintings?”

“Of course,” I had to act confident. “Well, there’s the one painted by…” Shit, did we even learn a baroque painter? “Uh…”

Riiiinnnnggg!

“Hmm, saved by the bell,” he said.  

Thank God.

I rushed to close my pink laptop and carelessly dropped it into my yellow bookbag. I refused to give my professor a chance to pull me aside after class because (1) I know I’m not a bad student (so please don’t talk to me like I’m one) and (2) I may have a heart attack if he tries to say otherwise.

As I got up, something knocked me in the head.

“?????” is basically what I said to myself as I bent down to pick up the crumbled piece of paper. “Are we in middle school?” I rolled my eyes and straightened it out.

PARTY AT INUYASHA’S DORM-

“Oi!” a guy shouted as he and another ran up beside me. “S-Sorry, that wasn’t…. Uh…. meant for you.”

Of course it wasn’t.

“No worries,” I smiled, handing back the middle-school note. Honestly, me? Party? Yeah right.

“Say, this invitation doesn’t have to go to waste,” said the guy from behind. His short ponytail, bangs, and gold earrings distracted me for a second. “Hmm…,” he looked at me from head to toe. “Well, you’re just as pretty as the girl we were trying to give it to,” he gave me a smirk that made me uncomfortable. “See you there,” he threw his arm around me and squeezed me.

Should I elbow or kick him?

Well, he’s gone already. Perv.

Finally getting out of that classroom, I minded my business walking through the crowded hallway. I guess let me take another look at this oh-so wonderful invitation:

PARTY AT INUYASHA’S DORM

10 P.M., BRONISLAW HALL

PLEASE BRING LADY FRIENDS 😉

Yeah, I was right. He’s probably a perv.

The next day…

“How is it already 7 p.m.?” I rubbed my eyes, waking up from a long-needed nap.

Those two tests today really killed me, I guess. I’m just not cut out for history nor business marketing.

I sat up from my bed and looked at the empty other side of the room. My roommate never moved in. I don’t know if I should be happy or feel even more lonely??

“Ah well,” I shrugged.

I could see the sharpie-written note “PARTY AT INUYASHA’S” on my cluttered desk. “PLEASE BRING LADY FRIENDS” was ringing in my ear for whatever reason.

“Should I even go?” I asked myself. Well, when in doubt, turn to the Girls.

[ Groupchat: Gal Pals 💕 ]:

Ladies!!! I need help 😩

Ayumi 💛

Anything for my kags!!

Eri 💓

Spill!!

Yuka 💜

👀👀

Sooo I was kind of (???) invited

to this party on campus. Was told to bring lady friends.

Can any of my lady friends plsssss join me??

Eri 💓

Any cute boys?

Ayumi 💛

^^^^^^

Yuka 💜  

^^^^^^^^^^^^

Ehhhhhh, i don’t know. Probably??

Yuka 💜

I wish you told us sooner kags :/ … we’re going

to a party tonight too

Aahhh, no worries! It cant be helped.

Have fun gals, pls be safe 🥺 and

someone please keep an eye on eri…

you know how she is drunk 🙄

Ayumi 💛

You got it mom

Eri 💓

*rolling eyes gif*

😘😘

Well, there’s my answer to that, I guess.

(THE LAST FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE PARTY:1

7:37 P.M.

-- Kagome binging Maid Sama on Netflix, wrapped in a blanket, eating popcorn --

Yeah… I’m not going.

8:37 P.M.

-- Kagome watching The Notebook, crying, on her couch --

I [sniffle] just want [sigh] love.

9:37 P.M.

-- Kagome lip syncing to “I’ll Kill You” by Summer Walker ft. Jhene Aiko, wearing her rose gold beats --

🎶 Dooon’t, have me lookin’ foolish, dooon’t, have me lookin’ stuupid 🎶

10:37 P.M.

-- Kagome, bored, scrolling on Instagram --

Eh. Whatever, I’ll go.

END:1 )

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ah, the smell of booze and desperate boys. So this is college life.

Inuyasha’s place was a four-man dorm. There had to be like 40 to 50 people here already, and I’ve never seen any of them before. Yay, Kagome.

The music was pounding and all I could see were guys on girls, girls on guys, and, the occasional, girl on girl action. I shoved my way through the sea of people, eventually getting some breathable room near the small table in the corner that had Hennessy, Tequila, and Bacardi Rum.

Well, if I’m choosing my poison, tequila and sprite it is.

“Keh, Tequila and sprite?” I turned around because who the hell was talking to me? “I like your taste.”

His fluff white, silver hair was one of the few things that stood out in the near-complete darkness. He sipped his (henny and coke?) drink and leaned on the table, eying me up and down. Is that all boys do?

"I’m Inuyasha,” he smirked, taking another sip and fixing his backwards red dad hat. “If you didn’t know that already.”

Why did I decide to come again?

“Thanks for the housewarming,” I mouthed sarcastically. “But the bathroom is calling my name so-” I nodded my head to the side and shuffled to anywhere but there. But before I could even move --

“Oi, you don’t wanna talk a bit? Get to know each other?” he put his hand on my wrist. Why do they keep thinking they can touch me?!

I ripped out of his light hold, “Sorry, not interested.”

“W-Why you--”

“Inuyasha!” great, reinforcements. “There you are, have you seen all these ladies?! I’m so h-” oh even better, it’s the Perv No. 1. “Ah! You came,” he nudged Perv No. 2. “I knew you wanted to see me again.”

“As if,” I rolled my eyes. “Now, unless you want me to urinate on your floor,” I raised my glass and gave a sarcastic smile. Jeez, I really wasn’t wrong about the desperate boys.

The two bozos stepped in my way again as if I wasn’t cornered already (think: lap dances to my right; twerking to my left; beer pong behind me). And this is why I prefer my books and Netflix.

“If you think I find this flattering,” I raised my brow, sipping my drink. “I don’t.”

“Feisty,” Inuyasha nodded his head and Perv No. 1 did that weird smile again.

Should I kick them? I should kick them.

Before I could Inuyasha began to lean in, “Yeah alright, woman, suuure you will.”

“LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE, YOU DICKS”

Eh?

“Ah, shit, Sango,” Inuyasha awkwardly scratched his neck. “You got a girlfriend already? Jeez woman.”

Perv No. 1’s mouth practically dropped to the floor, “W-What??? This goddess has a girlfriend??” he hung his head in disappointment. God bless this “Sango” chick. “Inuyasha, why didn’t you tell me?? SHE was the one I was trying to invite but then--” he eyed me in disappoint “--well we got her.”

“Excuse me?” Men.

“I got it, sweetie,” she winked and rubbed my cheek. God, why is my heart pounding? “I see either of you talk to her again and I’m ripping lil’ tweedledee and tweedledum off of you, ‘kay?”

She held my hand. Is my palm sweaty? A-Am I doing this right??

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, snatched his drink, and dragged Perv No. 1 away, whose mouth was still on the ground, “Whatever. C’mon, Miroku, the night ain’t over yet.”

“T-Thanks for saving me,” wow, she’s kinda cute.

She smiled and squeezed my hand. I didn’t mind this at all… but why is that?

“Of course, us girls gotta look out for each other, right?”

I felt myself get warm, and frankly I wasn’t sure if it was the tequila or because I was blushing. For the first time ever, I didn’t know what to say. Like, I was afraid of saying something weird and creeping her out… why is that?

“I hate guys,” she tightened her thick ponytail. “They think they’re so big and tough.”

“R-Right?!” we both laughed, and I could feel myself getting giggly. Was it the alcohol? Yeah, Kagome, of course it is.

She made herself a drink: rum and coke. She took a sip and I found myself staring at her, jeez I have to say something before I creep her out--

“So, where’s your friends?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, “Oh, they couldn’t make it… Kinda chose to come here last minute.”

She shifted her weight onto one leg, whew I really like her outfit. “Came to a back-to-school college party by yourself?” she nodded in approval. “I was wrong, you do have guts,” she sipped her drink, her lip gloss staining the red cup. “I like that.”

Uh oh, there goes my heart again. Think, Kagome, say something, be cute. Be cute. “I’m Kagome by the way.” Really, that’s it?

“Sango,” she held out her cup and I met it with mine. We both laughed again.

When our giggles died down it looked like a light bulb turned on inside her head. “Let’s go have fun!” she threw down her drink and interlocked her hand with one of mine.

?!?!??!?!??!!?! is what I yelled in my head and, sweet Jesus, there goes my heart. I shouldn’t have watched The Notebook earlier.

Sango dragged me and I couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling. We were inside of the makeshift dance floor -- how can anyone enjoy this body heat?! -- and she just started going.

“La Romana” by Bad Bunny made the house speakers -- and just about everyone, including Sango -- jump. Her body was moving to the beats as she shouted the lyrics into the air.

I was trying to let my body loose like her, but sheesh I couldn’t keep up!

🎶 PASAME LA HOOKAH, EH! 🎶

She chugged the rest of her drink and so did I. I think I need more liquid confidence.

Four drinks later…

“Are you having fun?!” Sango yelled in my ear, laying her hand on my back, trying to bring me closer. I may be a bit drunk at this point, but I know I can feel my heart pounding again.

“Yes!!” I giggled into her ear, moving my hips to the fast beat. I don’t even know what song is playing, but my body is going with it.

🎶 IF THEM BITCHES ‘ROUND YOU, BETTER BE BLOOOD

IF AIN’T ME OR YOUR MAMA, SHOULDN’T BE SHOWIN’ YOU LOVEE

PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I KNOOOW THAT I’M STINGY 🎶

“IS THIS?!-” my eyes widened in excitement, the song still in the background.

“SUMMER WALKER?!” Sango pushed her face near mine. If I wasn’t so excited about the song I’d probably be fainting right now.

“AND JHENE AIKO??” we exclaimed in unison.

We both immediately closed our eyes and put our hands to our chests, literally singing our hearts out to “I’ll Kill You,” aka my favorite song.

For the first time at the party, I felt like myself. My hopeless-romantic-who-couldn’t-sing-but-adores-r&b self. I don’t know if it’s the fifth cup of tequila and sprite, the Goddess Summer Walker, or Sango looking so dang attractive that’s making me feel bubbly, but I just… let loose.

🗣I BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR A LOOOOVE LIKE THIS

I BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR A LOOOOOVE LIKE THIS

“Ka-go-me!” Sango shouted as she smiled at me, nodding her head in approval.

I want to serenade her… Yes, Kagome, let’s serenade her.  

🗣FUCK THAT MY BABY YOU ALLL MINE

GREATEST OF ALL TIME

YOU BETTER TELL THEM HOES, “FALL IN LINE”

I DO NOT PLAY ABOUT MINE

My voice is as angelic as Jhene right now. My arms -- with my near-empty sixth drink -- are wrapped around Sango’s neck and she’s smiling so big; I don’t know how my arms ended up here, but I… don’t want to let go.

I should keep going. Yes, keep going.

🎶I WANT YOU FOR LIIIFFFEEEE

DOOONTT, HAVE ME LOOKIN’ FOOLISH

DOOOONTT, HAVE ME FEELIN’ STUPID

Sango ran her fingers through my hair and just kept on giggling. “Okay, Ms. Jhene, let’s get out of here.”

“W-What?!” I let go of my grip. “W-Why are we l-leaving?” my words felt like it wasn’t coming fast enough out of my mouth. “T-The party j-justed start-ted!” I went for a last sip but she grabbed it so fast from my hand.

“H-Hey!” I tried to snatch it back but she was too damn fast. She’s lucky she’s cute.

Sango put down the cup on the corner table. She moved a piece of hair out of my face, “You’re suuuuuper drunk.” She laughed at me, making me even more flustered.

“I-I am n-not!”

“Do you realize how slurred your words are right now?” They are not. “Come on,” she lightly grabbed my hand. “Time for bed, princess.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I don’t know how I ended up back in my dorm room, but I did. And I don’t remember even falling asleep, but I did.

I slowly opened my eyes and just felt the room spinning. Jeez, I’m such a lightweight.

I held my head as I rose up; it was still dark outside and my wall lights were still shining a bright pink. Water… I need water.

“Woah, woah!” Sango said as she rushed to the ride of my bed with a glass of water. She has to be heaven-sent.

“Wow, it’s like you read my mind,” I laughed, taking the cup from her hand. “Thank you.”

She smiled as she pulled out my desk chair beside the bed, “Of course.” But then she looked at me and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” I nervously asked. What did I do? I hope I wasn’t too drunk because then I start… singing…

“You don’t remember what happened an hour ago?” I looked at her blankly. “At Inuyasha’s?”

“Ehhh,” I put my finger to my chin, thinking rather hard. “You saved me from the two Pervs, didn’t you?”

She giggled with her eyes closed, revealing her pink eyeshadow. I love that.

“Let me refresh your memory,” I don’t like where this was going.

🗣FUCK THAT MY BABY YOU ALLL MINE

GREATEST OF ALL TIME

YOU BETTER TELL THEM HOES, “FALL IN LINE”

I DO NOT PLAY ABOUT MINE

“No…”

“Yes.”

“...N-No…”

“Yes!” she chuckled, holding her stomach while I covered my face.

“I-I’m soooo sorry!” Jesus, she definitely thinks I’m weird now. “When I’m drunk I think I sound like Jhene Aiko… she’s just too powerful...”

“Yeah, I see that,” she pretended to wipe tears from her eyes. “But oh please, don’t apologize. It was so cute.”

“C-Cute?!” I accidentally yelled out loud. I immediately covered my mouth.

“Yeah, you’re so adorable,” Sango smiled. “When I saw you at the party today, I knew I wanted to talk to you. So I just went up to you and then I saw douchebag Inuyasha and his little henchman… It was only natural for me to chase them away,” she shrugged.

She knows she got it. I like that.

“Thank God you stepped in. I was really about to kick those guys in the hoohas.”

“The hoohas?” She just kept on laughing. I loved seeing her smile, whew. “You’re so cute.”

We both continued giggling because, let’s face it, I have no idea what I’m doing, saying, or hell, what I’m feeling.

“So, no friends with you tonight,” I shook my head. “How about your boyfriend?”

I shyly smiled, “Nope, don’t have one of those either… Never did.”

“Really?” Sango’s eyebrow propped upwards. “Same here.”

“What? No way!” I tried calling her out.  

Sango giggled, “How can I when girls like you are so pretty?” Oh God, did my heart just stop working? “Ah, wait, that was weird,” she scratched her neck, chuckling nervously. “Now I feel like a Perv like Inuyasha and Miroku.”

“No,” I protested. “Not at all.”

Sango looked like she felt she crossed a line. She really didn’t. In fact, she helped me realize something.

“It looks like you’re sobering up now,” she smirked. “I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for partying with me tonight,” she blew me a flirty-but-i’m-trying-to-not-be-an-obvious-flirt kiss as she got up.

“Wait!” I didn’t want her to go. “Can you actually… stay with me? I’m here by myself, and I really like being with you.”

Sango looked at me relieved, “Of course.”

I moved more towards the wall to motion her to lay next to me. She kept looking at me and I knew my cheeks were already red, so I tried to look away. Her weight slightly pressed the bed down, but we fit. Perfectly.

I began to think back to my past “relationships” with Hojo, Koga, and Bankotsu. None of them ever worked out for me because I hated it. I hated relationships. I hate cuddling, the affection, the over-protection. But now I know, it was because I wasn’t with the right person.

“Sango?” I turned my body towards her.

“Yes, princess?” she smiled sarcastically.

I giggled, I couldn’t let this opportunity fly by me. I’m going to go for it.

I leaned in 100% for the kiss. Her lips were so soft that I realized her lip gloss was already all gone. I felt her kiss me back and honestly? fireworks. I never felt like this before.

She smiled mid-smooch, “So you do have guts.”

[mossdeemo]

will you talk about your superhero au? i wanna know about it >///

Of course I will!! Thank you for my life

Here’s a bunch of basic stuff about the characters that I had a lot of fun with

Firstly, our heroes:

Roman (he/him)

-Roman is still our dramatic, Disney loving, boy

-Roman has looked up to heroes and wanted to be one since was really little, and was the first of the gang to decide to become one

-Is the leader of his school’s GSA

-Roman + Remus don’t have great parents, and Dee has basically become their mom because of that

-He used to be popular in middle school, but lost quite a few friends when he came out as gay, sadly. He starting sticking to Remus and the GSA after that.

-Roman is tall and a lil chubby, with pale brown skin and curly dark brown hair. His eyes are dark brown, almost black. He has quite a few freckles and birthmarks. He wears a lot of bright colours, totally rocks skirts, and paints his nails all the time.

-Roman has the power to manifest small objects and weapons, and can bring paintings to life

-He has a cat named Jean that his mother’s friend painted!

Remus (he/him)

-Our stinky trash man, is now a stinky trash teen! He is kind of a weirdo, and his only friend was Roman before meeting Dee and Virgil

-He loves supervillains, his favourite being one in Miami named Dragon Witch. She is his idol. He would probably become a villain himself if he didn’t have his friends and brother to reign him in.

-is gay and ace, but hasn’t told anyone he is ace

-He loves art, and draws and paints all the time. Roman calls his art “disturbing but expressive” and it makes him glad that they don’t have the same powers)

-Roman and Remus are mixed, and Remus is like,, way paler than Roman. He has chin length hair, which he just lets Do It’s Thing, or puts in a ponytail. He is like an inch shorter than his brother which he hates, and is trying his best to grow a moustache. Other than that, he looks just like his brother. He wears a lot of black and dark colours, and most of his clothes are just hand me downs from his dad, cause he doesn’t care enough about his own appearance to go and buy clothes. He does have a couple of piercings will occasionally wear some of Roman’s jewelry, though.

-He can wall crawl, sense danger (spidey sense! >:3), and can create small illusions.

Dee (she/her, he/him, they/them)

-Dee is a Stressed teen, who is going through a lot right now okay

-She would never be a hero under normal circumstances,,,, but Roman and Remus are her best friends and she feels like she needs to protect them, so here she is

-She lives in a large apartment with her single mom, named Adri

-Is in Roman’s GSA

-She is lanky, has mismatched brown/hazel eyes, a port wine stain on one side of her face, and half shaved dark brown hair. She wears a lot of black, with pins, patches, and piercings oh my.

-Dee has the power to shapeshift and has super agility

Emile (he/him, they/them)

-Has only recently moved to town

-His parents move around a lot, which makes things super difficult. He’s lost touch with most of his old friends

-Still Loves cartoons; but is kind of embarrassed about it. When he found out what a huge Disney nerd Roman is, he almost exploded with joy

-Struggles with balancing trying to do well in school, being a hero, having a social life, and staying healthy. It’s hard when being a hero is so unpredictable (Remus climbing into your bedroom window at 2am so you can “fight crime” isn’t a good time)

-Has a big crush on Dee and Patton, Whoops

-A lot of people call him Picani as a nickname

-Emile has curly blond hair, pretty green eyes. He has a lot of acne, and covers it with makeup sometimes, but not usually. He wears a small pair of pink glasses. He wears a lot of pinks and yellows, and when he’s not in school, he has some cartoon merch he likes to wear around the house

-He has the power to sense the location and emotions of everyone in 20 foot radius, can sense the superpowers of other people, and can do empathetic healing

And,,, our villains >:3

Logan (they/them)

-has had his powers since they were a baby, and has hidden it from everyone (or so they say)

-they have figured out a way to give others superpowers, and Logan and Patton are currently testing it out on people

-they’re not trying to do anything evil, but they need to get money and test their test subjects powers somehow...

-doesn’t have a secret identity. They’re just Logan, they don’t need to play dress up like everyone else.

-even though no one knew they had powers, a lot of people were like “yup,,, this person is gonna grow up to be a villain”

-Logan is extremely lanky, very pale, and has wild black hair. They have dark blue eyes. They wear thick black glasses, and Logan’s simple shirt and tie.

-They have the powers of telepathy, telekinesis, and can create portals

Patton (he/him)

-Patton is a super sweet, caring, friendly young man

-but yeah, he’s still a bad guy

-he believes that he’s doing the right thing, and that any bad things that he has to do are for the greater good

-He cares a lot about his friends, and would do anything to keep them safe

-in his civilian life, he has become close friends with Dee and Emile

-Patton is short and stout, with dark brown hair, eyes, and skin. He’s got a whole lot of freckles, boys. His glasses are round and gold coloured, and he wears pastel shirts with tan khakis.

-His power is to manipulate another persons emotions

Virgil (he/him, she/her)

-The youngest of everybody

-A real weird, shy kid, who has never had man friends

-Before they became friends, Roman didn’t trust Virgil and thought he was Really Sketchy

-but actually, he’s a total sweetheart, and Roman was very wrong with him

-he loves superheroes and was so excited to find out that Roman and Remus had superpowers

-he immediately saw them as heroes and was so happy

-Was best friends with Dee and the twins

-but then got,, kidnapped, by Patton and Logan and given artificial superpowers

-he is pretty small, pale, and Edgy. He has really long purple hair, and wears pretty much all black 24/7

-he has the power to induce fear, has some pretty powerful and unstable shadow magic, and can fly/float.

Remy (he/him)

-Dee is his half sibling, they have the same dad

-Just graduated high school

-is super busy all the time, but no one really knows where the hell hes going to

-works part time at a small coffee shop

-has short brown hair, is pretty tall, and is always wearing his signature jacket and sunglasses, babey

-has the power to manipulate dreams, induce sleep, and can create illusions

-has powers are artificial

Dice

-not fully fledged out yet, whoops

-Remy’s brother, Dee’s half brother

-will have the power of manipulating other people’s thoughts/decisions

-and he can summon lightning, which is badass

-his powers are artificial

If you want to know literally anything else, ask me XD

I love talking about these babies

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Notes and Audiobooks

A/N: Here I was, not totally sure if I was gonna be able to write more of this au... but now here we are! People really liked the first lil oneshot of this, so here’s another one!

Warnings: none I can think of, but if you guys want something to be tagged, let me know!

It had been a few days since the fusion incident. Logan sat in the living room, pouring over his notes on the subject. Even after trying to figure out exactly how Amor worked and came to be, Logan still knew relatively nothing. Most of his notes were on the fusion’s personality, and his hypotheses of how fusion worked. Each time that Roman and Patton fused, it was on accident. They couldn’t seem to form Amor when they actively tried to. All Logan could gather was that fusion seemed to be associated with a certain level of trust and physical contact.

Logan was snapped from his thoughts by someone flopping down onto the couch next to him. His notebook nearly flew from his grasp, and he turned to glare at the individual now leaning on his shoulder.

“Sup,” Virgil said, not even looking up at Logan as he scrolled through something on his phone. Logan relaxed slightly once he realized that it was only Virgil. Sure, he was still mildly annoyed by the fact that Virgil dropped in without warning, but his company was far less draining than Roman’s or Patton’s.

“Hello, Virgil. Was there something you needed?” Logan asked, closing his notebook.

“Nah. Just wanted to listen to my audiobook,” Virgil replied, pulling out his headphones. He made no movement to get off of Logan, causing the logical side to raise an eyebrow at his friend.

“You are aware that you are still leaning on me, correct?” he asked.

“Yup. That okay with you?” Virgil asked, attempting to sound nonchalant, but Logan could hear the nervousness creeping in his voice.

“Of course it is, Virgil. I was just confused,” Logan replied. Virgil gave a soft smile, leaning into Logan more.

“Don’t be. We’re just two bros, chilling on a couch, no feet apart cause we are gay,” Virgil said, a teasing lilt to his voice. Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“I… what?” Logan puzzled. Virgil let out a defeated sigh.

“Dude. We have to work on your Vine references,” Virgil scoffed. With that, Virgil slipped on his headphones, and pressed play on his phone. He leaned his head further back, his hair tickling Logan’s neck slightly. Logan smiled and opened up his notebook, reading through his notes once more.

Time seemed to pass slowly. Or perhaps quickly. Logan wasn’t entirely sure, but not that it mattered. He quite enjoyed Virgil’s company, even if they weren’t engaging in a conversation. Simply being in one another’s presence was enough.

He looked down at Virgil, surprised to see that the anxious side was staring right up at him. A light flush overcame his cheeks, and let out a soft laugh. Virgil began to laugh too, his eyes squeezing shut as he turned to bury his nose in Logan’s neck.

Before either one of them had registered what was happening, a soft glow enveloped the pair. The sound of two laughing voices became one, and as soon as the glow appeared, it faded away.

One man sat on the couch, Virgil’s headphones over his ears, and Logan’s notebook in his hand. He wore a dark blue button up shirt, purple tie, black jeans, a black leather jacket, and what seemed to be black galaxy converse. A pair of glasses sat on his nose, and dark eyeshadow was meticulously placed beneath his eyes.

The man set Logan’s notebook down, and cautiously extended each hand out in front of him, taking a moment to examine them. He lifted them up to his head, and slowly removed Virgil’s headphones, letting them dangle around his neck. He stood up from the couch, looking down at himself with wonder.

“YOU GUYS FUSED?!” a voice squealed from the entryway, causing the fusion to jump. He looked up and saw Patton, practically glowing with excitement.

“I… uh-” he started, nervously adjusting his glasses.

“Roman!” Patton called. Seconds later, Roman bounded into the room, sword at the ready.

“Patton! What’s-” he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the fusion standing in their living room. Patton giggled, bouncing lightly on his toes.

“They fused,” Roman gasped, willing his sword away.

“I know!” Patton squealed.

“They fused!” Roman sang, taking Patton in his arms and dancing around the room with him. Patton squealed and giggled as Roman spun them around, while the fusion watched them with mild discomfort.

Roman lowered Patton into a dip, and at that moment, a bright glow overtook them both. The fusion shielded his eyes, his thoughts drifting to Logan’s and Virgil’s memories from a few days ago. The light soon faded, and in its place stood Amor, grinning widely.

“Oh, it’s so good to meet another fusion!” he squealed, running over to him and giving the fusion a big hug. He stiffened in Amor’s arms, unsure of how to respond.

“Ah… good to meet you too? Please let go of me,” he said, and immediately Amor let go, looking bashful.

“Sorry! I guess since Logan and Virgil aren’t entirely big on hugging, you wouldn’t be either. Say, you should write that down in your- uh… Logan’s notebook? Grammar and possession gets all weird with fusions,” Amor rambled.

“It’s cool. Also, did you fuse on purpose?” he asked.

“Yeah! And it worked!” Amor squealed, striking a dramatic pose. The fusion raised an eyebrow at him.

“But… how did you? Every other time we tried fusing, it didn’t work!” he protested. Amor gave him a soft smile, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’ve been thinking about it too hard. You need to just be open, go with the flow, and feel the other person’s emotions as your own! After all, how did you come to be?” Amor asked, his voice passionate and filled with wonder. The fusion glanced over to the couch, lost in thought for a moment.

“We- Logan and Virgil- were just… coexisting. Not actively talking to each other, but simply enjoying each other’s presence. It felt… right,” he said softly. Amor gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“Exactly. Now, what’s your name?” Amor asked. The fusion froze for a moment, before de-tensing. He hummed low in his throat, and closed his eyes.

“Mika,” he replied, after a moment of silence. Amor blinked in surprise, letting go of Mika’s shoulder.

“Huh. Wouldn’t have pegged you for a name like that,” Amor commented. Mika shrugged, smirking slightly.

“Well, it’s a pretty interesting name, I guess. It has several different meanings, with Finnish, Hebrew, Japanese, and Native American. However, the particular meaning that applies to me would be…” Mika trailed off, beginning to blush a bit.

“Yes?” Amor asked, beaming at Mika.

“Uh… ‘intelligent raccoon,’” he finished shyly, fidgeting with the sleeves of his leather jacket. Amor let out a dramatic gasp, cupping his own face with his hands.

“That’s so cute!” he squealed. Mika winced at Amor’s shrill tone.

“It’s more dorky and dumb… maybe I should change it,” Mika muttered. Amor’s expression fell, and he gently grabbed Mika by his shoulders.

“Hey, it’s not dumb! I think your name is wonderful, Mika. But if you wanna change it, then that’s fine too! I’ll always support you, either way!” Amor encouraged, his smile brilliant yet sweet. Mika found himself blushing slightly, unable to look Amor in the eyes.

“Um… thanks, Amor,” he mumbled.

“Of course,” Amor replied. He let go of Mika’s shoulders, taking a step back. Strangely enough, Mika found himself missing the contact from Amor. He hugged himself slightly, again fidgeting with his sleeves.

“Everything okay, Mika?” Amor asked. His head snapped up, and his arms fell to his sides.

“Yeah! I’m fine, just… what now?” Mika asked. Amor put a hand to his chin, humming in thought for a moment. Suddenly, his head shot up with a gasp, his grin as bright and boisterous as ever.

“Let’s go to my room!” he declared, taking Mika’s hand.

“Wait, you have a room?” Mika asked, more or less being dragged out of the living room by Amor.

“Course I do, silly! The others have rooms, don’t they?” Amor pointed out. Mika frowned, allowing himself to be tugged to a door far down the hallway.

“Well, I suppose that makes sense, but-” he was cut off by Amor putting a finger to his lips.

“As much as your voice is music to my ears, now is not the time, my friend. Adventure awaits!” Amor proclaimed, opening his door with a flourish. A golden light spilled into the hall, and Mika gasped at what he saw on the other side of the door.

It was a lush meadow, filled with flowers of every kind, their beautiful colors speckled all over the hills. The sun seemed to be setting, the skies various shades of pink, orange, and yellow. A few trees were dotted here and there, the most notable being a willow tree that sat on a hill some distance away from the door.

“Wow,” Mika gasped.

“Yeah, C’mon!” Amor exclaimed, pulling Miko into his room.

The two of them journeyed through Amor’s room, eventually stopping at the willow tree. Upon closer inspection, the flowers were actually homes for fairies. The little creatures were fascinated by Amor and Mika, some of them taking a particular interest in Mika’s galaxy shoes.

In all honesty, Amor’s room was very similar to Roman’s room. The only difference was that everything seemed… softer. Like everything had come from a children’s storybook. The clouds looked as if they could have been hand-painted, and the flowers seemed unrealistically vibrant.

Mika sat beneath the willow tree, his back resting against the tree trunk. Amor was sprawled on the ground next to him, his head practically in Mika’s lap. The sun had almost fully set by now, the first few stars peeking out.

“We should probably go,” Mika sighed. Amor sat bolt upright, pouting at Mika.

“Aw, but why?! We could have a sleepover here!” Amor exclaimed. A soft laugh escaped Mika’s lips at Amor’s childish enthusiasm.

“Yes, but it’s best we get back to the mindscape. And as fun as this has been… Logan and Virgil have to come back eventually,” Mika replied. Amor’s heartbroken expression caused Mika’s stomach to twist into knots.

“Hey, it’s not like I’d be gone forever!” he quickly soothed, placing his hand on Amor’s. Amor gave him a watery smile.

“I know, I just feel like you were barely here!” he sighed. Mika took one glance at Amor’s pouting face, and blurted out something he didn’t think he’d willingly say.

“Would a hug help?” Mika asked. Amor’s face lit up, and he practically tackled Mika to the ground. Mika found himself being hugged tightly by the cape-clad man, and he tentatively wrapped his arms around Amor. With a giggle, Amor pulled away slightly, his face inches from Mika’s. Their breaths were mingling together, and Mika felt his face heat slightly. His heart was beating out of his chest- and did Amor just look at his lips?!

There was a sudden burst of light, and Logan and Virgil appeared in place of Mika. Amor let out a yelp of surprise, and let go of them, scrambling off and away from them.

“Shit, I’m sorry… I panicked,” Virgil apologized, guilt twisting in his stomach. Logan blinked dazedly, and looked down at his hands.

“You’re fine! I just got a little overexcited. Shall we go back?” Amor asked, bouncing back to his feet and offering a hand to Virgil. He looked at his hand, but eventually decided to accept Amor’s help up.

“Yes, I believe we should be getting back to the mindscape. I have so much more information to record in my notebook,” Logan agreed, getting to his feet as well.

“Sounds like a plan! Now, let’s take one last stroll in the Land of Amor together!” Amor declared, offering each arm to Logan and Virgil. Logan smiled at the fusion, and took the offered arm. Virgil reluctantly accepted Amor’s free one, and together, the sides and fusion walked back to the mindscape’s door.

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[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x10 “Nihilism”

i can’t think of a summary but i watched the thing and here are my thoughts

03:43pm

hokaAAAAAY i’m severely magnesium deficient so i haven’t slept, feel very sick, and i can barely see but LET’S DO THISSSSSSSS

i just wanna see cas, i miss him

too bad he’s probably gonna be sad all episode

AT LEAST LET US SEE HIM CRY pls

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03:48

is that pamela? or does she just look exactly like pamela

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and what does the table say? “darn love free”???? i can’t read it D:

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03:50

istg i want to eat all the symbolism here and i don’t even know what 98% of it means

but there’s “cosmic cowboy”, “ghost”, and “the fox rye” lager on tap

and DEAN HAS A SUPER SOFT VOICE WHAT IS THIS

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03:52

the texan star sign always looks like the bi pride flag to me

plus if you look from red/pink lights at the top, purple on the right, blue on the bottom, ................. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

cOINCIDENCE.........PROBABLY

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03:54

a girl in glasses comes in and dean’s like “welp” ;)

is this dean’s heaven

are the girls gonna make out

i feel like that might happen

edit: noooope and i’m glad about that tbh

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pamela confirmed

okay good it’s not just super weird casting where everyone looks literally exactly the same as other people

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03:57

pamela: “besides, you don’t want me, you just like to flirt”

yeaaaah and he knows it

i love seeing dean this content tbh <3

and yeah that’s pretty much how i think dean sees most girls nowadays

edit: this was one of my favourite parts from this episode

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04:02

guest starring someone called thunderbird dwindle??? and lisa berry

okay i’m game

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04:04

jessica got replaced by violet and violet has the most wonderful smile and i love her already

“we have shifts now because you mess up so, so many things”

this lady’s style and script delivery makes me feel like she’d be right at home in ‘the good place’ (which is an amazing show i recommend to everyone)

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04:07

how the hell does he heal like that

did jack heal him

if he heals himself, why doesn’t he heal during battle? there must be reasons and explanations but i don’t know them

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04:13

i’m really enjoying michael’s smug sarcasm

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04:15

I FUCKIN LOVE DEAN IN HIS LIL REPEAT FANTASY THING

HAppy dean is my fave, no other dean is allowed

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04:17

i love that in order to get the repeat shot of “ghoul thing in wichita with cas, they should be back tonight” to follow into “huh, just had some serious deja vu” they had to shoot the long version and just cut it for the first 3 times, then play the long one the 4th time

it’s so simple but it makes me very excited

also wooooooooooooow, personal note, i feel so goddamn sick and dizzy rn WHY IS MAGNESIUM SO EASY TO BE DEFICIENT IN, SO HARD TO REPLENISH IF YOU HAVE CELIAC DISEASE, AND SO UTTERLY VITAL FOR BASIC FUNCTION

i mean it’s a little tmi but taking more supplements actually makes it worse since if you take too much you lose it in diarrhoea, which makes you more deficient. and taking not enough also makes it worse. and getting exactly the right amount means i’m constantly on the borderline of deficiency. ;~;

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04:27

cas remains to be the single more beautiful and compassionate creature in existence

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04:28

literally cannot handle this shot i’m squealing ;~;

also michael is like HEY I HAVE DADDY ISSUES remEMBER YOU HAVE DADDY ISSUES TOO

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it got worse

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04:29

also beautiful but NOWHERE NEAR AS BEAUTIFUL AS CAS AT THIS MOMENT and i can’t even figure out how or why

probably the lighting and the acting

cas is all nice n stuff and michael is like EVERYONE MUST DIE sooooo

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04:31

“my world, this world? nothing but failed drafts. and when [god] realises they’re flawed he moves on a tries again”

now look here

i literally wrote this concept

in my destiel fic “hart of the storm”

four years ago

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2669921/chapters/5968742

(skip to chapter 21 if you don’t wanna read the whole thing. but also do read the whole thing pls thank)

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04:39

i cannot handle

i love this and hate this 

i am inexplicably thrilled by his expression

and the way he says “coool science project. i give it a b minus”

also this seems super gay to me and i really couldn’t say why

maybe it’s the flirty “ah! ooh” when cas touches michael’s face, which i only heard after i said it was gay

i guess michael also thought it was gay

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04:44

cas: “so much..........so much trauma in dean’s mind..........so many scars”

:c

not a surprise but still

:c

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sam: “if i wanted to distract dean, i’d give him something he’s never had before”

cas: “contentment”

this hurts. SO . MUCH

but also i love seeing them figure that out and talking about that shit so openly

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sam: “let’s look through his good memories”

vaguely violating but I WANT THIS SO BADLY YESSSS

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one of dean’s fave memories is saying “i think i’m adorable”

he enjoys moments of self-love

aS HE FUCKING SHOULD AAAHHHHHHH

i’m so emotional about this

i just want to hear about panties and cas somewhere in this

edit: to be fair there was no mention of sam in there either?? intrigued by this episode saying dean doesn’t actually care about his family, which i find incredibly hard to believe, but there’s something about the way michael says it that makes you kind of wonder if it’s true

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cas says pamela is designed to distract dean

pamela: “you really know how to talk to a lady, don’tcha”

hurr

cas just stares and squints

i have decided this is gay and i like it

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04:53

the impala’s licence plate in the background (top left) ^

and the cowboy cutout things from the tombstone episode

BOTH THE GUY AND THE GIRL WHOO (note that the guy cowboy is BEHIND CAS)

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04:56

pamela: “get me a shot. with your braaaain.”

i love her

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04:58

when cas’ eyes go big it makes me have emotions

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05:11

dean: “my mind, my rules. i’ve got him. i’m the cage”

NICE

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05:13

cas: “you cannot AFFORD that kind of accident”

aw man be nice to jack

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oh and then he is <3

cas is the best dad

<3 <3 <3

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05:16

OH HEY IT’S MY FAVE

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05:19

all of dean’s death journals say he dies because of michael......

“all except one.”... “that’s up to you”

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy he looks like a scared lil kiddo

~

05:20

it’s over WHOOOOOOOO THAT WAS GREAT 10/10

one of the best episodes in a long time but that might just be because of the hiatus :P

i feel too damn sick to think about things but THAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIT

love seeing women of colour with names and speaking roles and purposes and actual characters

and seeing dean was very, very nice

<3

michael is fun to watch even though he’s the Worst

and maggie’s continued existence just makes me happy

kudos to steve yockey and amanda tapping. this was a good way to spend an afternoon when i cannot do anything else.... and nor would i have wanted to, really ~

[my-darkstrangeson]

Idk if this has been asked already but I’d love to see the exact moment one of them realized he was gay for everyone else. -vaugelysassygrunt

word count 1436

TW a lil bit of violence, skip the second but if that squiks ya

a/n I hope you like this @vauglysassygrunt

It starts out slowly. One day, Logan is doing the usual desk work needed, filling out papers, signing this and stamping that, when a hand placed itself over the form he was in the middle of filling out, stopping his pen from it’s path. Startled, logan looks up to meet the deep brown eyes of his coworker and, he admits, his close friend.

“Still filling out that paperwork?” Roman asks, and there’s a glint of trouble in his chocolate eyes. “I don’t know how you survive like this, trapped at a desk, taping away at your computer,” lazily, he drags a finger along the ceramic cup Logan uses to hold his pens and pencils, before quirking his eye back to Logan and lifting an eyebrow. “Wanna go have some fun? Y’know, while we have the chance?”

For a second, Logan considers the paperwork still left to do. He has no complaints about sitting her the rest of the night, accompanied by the scratch of his pencil and a cup of coffee, but… but something in romans mischievous glance, the way his tanned skin seems to glow in the yellow-gold light filtering in through the window, highlighting the gold dusting around his eyes, something tugs at his chest, soft but insistent. It’s pushing him, whispering go, and Logan can’t help himself, and he sets down his pens and follows Roman out the door.

___

The scene is chaos; bullets fly through the air, hitting concrete and shattering the glass that edges around the window he and Virgil have huddled under. With every shot Logan winces, watching as bullet holes pepper the office great just a moment ago held smiling faces and busy interns. Now the desk chairs are empty, the computers shattered. There are no bodies slumped over chairs or littering the ground, and that Logan can be thankful for.

“There’s at least three shooters,” Virgil whispers, gritting his teeth as he brushes shards of glass from his cheek. “I think I can get them.”

“What?” Logan exclaims. “Virgil, they’re actively firing at us. You wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger before they- they shot you!”

Despite the grim situation, Virgil smirks, and makes eye contact with Logan. Virgil’s eyes are ghostly grey, contrasting against the dark shadows under his eyes, and Logan is caught like a deer in headlights.

“Don’t you worry about me, specs.” He says, and than he springs up and into view of the open window. Logan wants to scream, to lunge at Virgil and pull him back down, but he knows the look in Virgil’s eyes. He knows the risks, he’s weighed them in his mind; he knows he’ll come out on top.

Virgil’s guns are in his hands before Logan can blink, and he shoots once, twice, in rapid succession. A bullet whizzes past his head, and Logan can see him wince as a line of red appears on his cheek. Another shot from the gun in Virgil’s outstretched hand, and the world falls quiet.

“Virgil, you’re hurt!” Logan says, standing up as soon as he knows the assault has ended. Virgil lifts a hand to his cheek, feeling where the bullet has only just missed him. Another inch, and he would have been dead.

The thought makes Logan sick, his stomach writhing just at the notion or Virgil being hurt. But Virgil is still smirking, his eyes still have that fire, and Logan is thankful that notion wasn’t reality.

“I told you not to worry.” Virgil says, placing a hand on logans shoulder, and Logan feels something in him melt.

___

“Patton, I told you, I’m fine,” Logan objects, before letting out a gigantic sneeze.

“You are most definitely not fine, Lo.” Patton says, as he bustles around the kitchen. “Now, go lay back down, I’m making you soup!”

Logan wants to grumble his objections, because his is fine, and he definitely is not lying about how fine he feels. Yes, his throat burns with every swallow, and he feels hot and cold and achey, and his brain feels like it’s staging a mutiny from his skull, but he has a job to do. But Patton shoots him a look that says you’d better lay down before I make you, abd even with the puppy dog eyes and baby blue apron tied around his waist he manages to look intimidating. So Logan settles for plopping down on his worn leather couch. Soon, (or maybe not that soon, his thoughts are so unfocused he can hardly tell) Patton sets a large bowl on the coffee table in front of him, accompanied by two cups.

“What’s this?” Logan asks, pulling the bowl towards him.

“”That,” Patton begins, taking a seat on the couch next to Logan, “is my mom’s famous chicken garlic soup, and these-“ he motions to the two cups- “are regular water and jello water.”

“Jello water?” Logan asks, a look of gestation on his face.

“It helps with the throat!” Patton smiles, and pushes the cup towards Logan. “It’s like drinking a cough drop. Try it!”

Logan takes a cautious sip, and finds that while he drink is incredible sweet, it does make his raw throat stop aching. The soup is much less saccharine, with large chunks of chicken and garlic floating around in a broth that smells like rosemary.

“Thank you, patton,” Logan says, after a few more bites of soup. “It was quite thoughtful of you to check up on me, and provide me with a meal.”

“Anything for my favorite hacker!” Patton exclaims cheerfully. “Now, what do want to watch? Pick something good, because I’m only letting you off this couch to go to bed.”

“There’s no need for you to stay longer, patton, you’ve done me enough kindness already.” Logan says. “And don’t you have a snake to feed?”

Patton lets out a giggle. “She’s a lizard Logan, and I got Ana to stop by and check on her.”

“Ana?”

“My sister,” Patton explains. “Well, one of them, at least.”

Logan is thoughtful for a moment. “You’ve never told me about your family.” He says after a second. He soup is nearly gone, and the warmth of it has soaked into his bones, soothing the ache that had settled there.

“You haven’t told me much about yours either,” patton says thoughtfully. “What if we swap facts? I’ll tell you something, you tell me something.”

They spend the next hour or so trading stories, recalling memories, some Logan hadn’t thought of in years. He tells Patton about his mother and her patched overalls, his father and the lab they would visit together, about the posters of stars he had memorized, about the sweet mint tea his mother always had a cup of and the smell of warm earth that radiated from the greenhouse in their backyard. Patton tells him about his four sisters and three brothers, the big, messy, warm house they all shared, about the summers spent swimming to the bottoms of lakes for salamanders and hunting for ripe pink huckleberries, about his moms short silver hair and his dads warm brown eyes.

Logan falls asleep on Patton’s shoulder, feeling content, and something else, something that made his chest swell with emotions, something makes him feel warm and safe.

___

The four of them are all piled into the large couch of romans living room, Star Wars: Episode IV playing in the wide tv screen. After both Roman and Virgil admitted they’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies, and being a “nerd” (as Roman called him) Logan insisted they all get together and watch it. Now they sit, legs overlapping and bowls of popcorn and m&ms balancing on their laps, eyes wide and focused on the screen. Even Patton, who’s already seen the movie, is leaning forwards, following the action carefully.

Logan is sandwiched between Roman and Virgil, giving him a front row seat to their entertaining reactions. Seeing their faces change, smiling at the jokes, leaning forwards at the tense parts, it makes the movie a good thousand times more enjoyable.

On screen, Han Solo quips something sarcastic and Patton lets out a giggle, leaning closer into Virgil, pressing Virgil into Logan. At the same moment Roman rests his head against logan’s shoulder, and suddenly they’re all connected, nestled close together by choice and not lack of space.

And in that closeness, highlighted by the shine of the tv screen and underlined with the soft feeling that gathers inside of him, Logan has a realization.

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[a-simple-gaywitch]

Welcome to Camp Half-Blood

Summary: (Y/N) arrives at Camp Half-Blood and her world is flipped upside down 

Author’s Note: here it is! Reminder that I will always take requests for fics and/or ask fry’s for this au

* * * * *

You stumbled around in exhaustion as you were being chased by yet another monster. You ran a bit further and your foot got stuck on a tree root. You tripped and fell, a hidden camp being revealed to you. 

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood,” someone said from above you.

“Yeah, great,” you panted before your eyes fell shut.

Consciousness slowly started returning to you. You began being able to hear what people were saying. 

“Who do you think her parent is? Maybe Demeter. I could see her being a nature kid.”

“No, it’s definitely Hypnos. I mean, she’s been sleeping for like two weeks.”

“She’s, she’s too pretty. She’s a daughter of Aphrodite.”

“Or maybe she’s just another kid of Hermes. He has a lot.”

“Hey! I take offense to that.”

“Oh, shut up Kleinman.”

You slowly forced your eyes to open, blinking in the light around you. A group of five kids surrounded you, two girls and three boys. One of the girls was sitting next to you, holding a cup. 

“Here, drink this,” she said. “It’ll help you feel better.”

“Okay,” you said slowly. You slowly drank from the cup, your eyes widening at the sweet taste you couldn’t place. 

“That’s nectar,” the girl explained. “Demigods drink small amounts to help mend wounds.” She took the cup from you and set it down. “I’m Zoe. This is my brother, Connor,” a long-haired boy waved to you, “Jared,” a guy with glasses shot you finger guns, “Evan,” a blond boy in a blue striped polo waved nervously, “and Alana,” a girl with glasses smiled at you before pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“I’m (Y/N).”

“So, do you know who your parent is?” Alana asked you, pushing her glasses up yet again. 

You shook your head. “I didn’t even know I was a demigod until about three weeks ago. I was told the bare minimum about this place before being attacked by a monster. I don’t even know what it was, and I don’t really care.”

The one called Connor smirked at you. “Oh, I like this one.”

Before anyone could utter another word, a rainbow spanned above your head. You looked up and Jared said, “Well, either you’re a daughter of Iris, or you’re gay.” Zoe punched his arm before turning to her brother. 

“Can you take her to the Big House? I have other kids to keep from dying.”

Connor rolled his eyes but said, “Sure.”

You got off the bed and looked down. You were wearing a bright orange shirt. 

“This is not mine.”

“No, your shirt was soaked in blood,” Alana said matter-of-factly. “That’s a camp shirt.”

“Cool,” you said. 

“Let’s get going,” Connor said. He took your arm by the wrist and pulled you along. As you were walking, you felt around your pockets.

“Where’s my phone?” you panicked. “Oh, god, I lost my phone!”

Connor rolled his eyes. “Should have known. You’re a daughter of Iris, they can’t live without their phones.” You walked up the stairs of a large house. “Go inside and Chiron will explain.” And with that, Connor stomped off, hands buried in his pockets.

When you walked out of the Big House, you felt like you knew enough about the camp and the way things ran to be able to socialize. That was, until Chiron assigned Connor to be your guide for the first day or two. 

“Why are you so angry all the time?” you asked him while he was walking you to the cabins.

“I’m a son of Ares, we’re famous for our anger issues.”

“Oh. So, if you and Zoe are children of Ares-”

“No, I’m a child of Ares. She’s a child of Apollo.”

“How does that-”

“We have the same mom,” he cut you off. You nodded and continued to walk beside him in silence. “You have more questions, don’t you?”

“Oh, I have so many,” you said. You rambled off your questions and Connor answered them as shortly as possible. He didn’t know why he was answering your questions, he was usually really hostile to new demigods. But there was just something about you that made him want to get to know you...

You were laying in the strawberry fields with Connor, Evan, and the rest of their friends. You had been living at the camp for about a month and you had pretty much attached yourself to the group. You were closest to Connor; the two of you were practically attached at the hip half the time.

Connor had developed a massive crush on you, though. He didn’t want to say anything, afraid of messing up your friendship. You were the only one of your friends who didn’t know. Your four mutual friends decided to try to be matchmakers.

“Well, I’m going to head to archery,” Zoe announced. “You wanna come with me, Lana?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Can I come?” Evan asked, pushing himself off the grass.

“Yeah, come on,” Zoe said with a smile.

“Well, if you’re all going, then I want to go, too!” Jared whined, jumping up. The four walked off, trying not to laugh.

“You really think this is going to work?” Evan whispered.

“Of course it is,” Jared assured him. “There’s no way it won’t.”

You were laying next to Connor as you watched the clouds pass by. “What do you think that was about?” you asked him. “You know they’re up to something.”

“Who knows?” Connor replied, running his fingers through his hair.

You watched the sky for a bit longer before sitting up in realization. “They’re trying to set us up!”

Connor sat up and looked at you, his ears pink. “What?”

“The other day, Zoe was going on about how we’d be super cute together. She’s trying to get us together! Which is ridiculous, right? I mean, there’s no, there’s no feelings beside friendship here, are there?”

“Well, what if there was?” Connor asked, letting his hair fall in front of his face and hiding his blushing cheeks from view.

“Is there?”

“There might be...”

You looked over at him and moved closer, brushing his hair away from his face. “There is, isn’t there?” When he nodded slightly, you chewed your lip a bit before softly kissing Connor. “There is for me, too,” you admitted. 

* * * * * 

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[sorenserotonin]

Momentary Losers Chapter 2

AO3 link

chapter 1 chapter 3

Summary:  Richie and his bandmates get back from a tour to meet Stan's boyfriend Bill, and Bill's small and anxious best friend Eddie. From the moment they met, Richie was infatuated, but he was sure Eddie hated his guts. How could he not? Richie was everything Eddie wasn't. Little did Richie know, everyone has a little bit of a "Total Disaster" in them.

there are mentions of doing hard drugs and mentions of alcohol use so like,, just a warning also richie makes some gross jokes but hes richie so

Ships: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris/Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh/Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon/Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris/Mike Hanlon (eventually)

The sun is shining, it’s summer. Four teens sitting on the ledge on a cliff. “We’re gonna get out of here as soon as we can, right?” the red headed girl asked.

The boy with the dark skin and soft smile placed his hand on her thigh. They looked each other in the eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”

“Before we go, I gotta give Stan’s mom a kiss,” Richie added, not quite ruining the moment. Mike put his arm around Richie’s shoulder.

Stan rolled his eyes as Beverly laughed. “How can you kiss her if you already drowned?” Stan smiled at his best friend.

“Stan the man gets off a good one.”

Richie was being shaken awake and he slowly opened his eyes. He was laying face down on the couch in the living room. It took him a few seconds to realize he was home, and not in a moving vehicle. He looked up at person who woke him up, unsurprised to see a familiar blur. He blinked his eyes, forgetting that he just has terrible vision.

“Wake up dumbass, make me breakfast,” it was Stan.

Richie smiled. “I come home and the hubby wants me to make him food as soon as I wake up. Cassandra I wanna leave him, but what about the kids?” Richie’s voice was high pitched and he managed a pretty southern drawl, sounding like a housewife from Kentucky. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and replied to himself in a different version of the same voice, this one a bit lower. “Well I dunno Vicki, I just do what Mark asks me to,” he stretched and yawned.

“I don’t know, I kinda wanna just stab him and end it, Cassie,” Stan did an awful version of the first voice.

Richie laughed, grabbing his glasses off of the coffee table. “God, I’ve missed you,” he stood up.

Stan smiled. “I’ve missed you too, nerd. Now, go make breakfast. Mike left last night with Bev and Ben and I have a hangover.”

Richie smiled, glad that he didn’t drink last night. He did however, do a line of coke with Bill. Ah, bonding with one's best friends’ boyfriend can only go two ways with Richie Tozier. Stan had gotten hammered, kissing Bill sloppily, and crying about how much he missed Bev, Mike, and especially Richie. Richie wouldn’t be surprised if Stan was still a little drunk.

They all had gotten a little high that night, except Eddie, he wouldn’t go near any of the drugs. Richie was the only one that hadn’t touched any alcohol. Eddie, had drank the most, rambling about how nervous he was. He explained how weird it was being around so many people, but he slurred his words as he talked to himself. He laughed at everything anyone else said, and Richie called him adorable.

They had all left, Bill and Eddie taking an Uber. Eddie had laughed about the irony of an Uber driver calling for an Uber. Ben was the most sober out of them all, drinking a little at the beginning of their small gathering, and sobering up enough by the end. He took Mike home with him and Bev.

Now Richie was wearing nothing but his boxers, one sock, and his glasses. He put his hair in a messy bun so he could cook without having a hairy disaster. Stan lifted himself onto the counter, and pulled his phone from his pocket. He turned it on and winced at the brightness, immediately turning it down. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ay, dare I say that this is the effect of alcohol,” Richie smiled as he flipped the vegan bacon. He did a british accent, winking at Stan.

Richie isn't vegan, but Stan is. When with Stan, Richie adheres to veganism to support his best friend. He understood that Stan’s reason for it was that it was the best way for him to respect himself, the world, and his religion. Richie didn't have the same concerns, being raised Catholic but dropping religion for a carefree lifestyle, however he wanted to help Stan in anyway he could. That meant having vegan products in the house, that meant going to vegan kosher restaurants together, and he even went to Stan's bar mitzvah when they were just middle schoolers in Derry, Maine.

Stan glared at him. “Shut the fuck up,” he rolled his eyes.

Stan usually was the one to cook. Richie wasn’t the best cook, but he wasn’t bad. “Did you take an aspirin?” Richie asked.

Stan noodded. “Yeah and I threw up as soon as I woke up. Darted right into the bathroom, then I woke you up.”

“Aw, such a blessing that you thought of lil ol’ me as you blew chunks,” Richie laughed, licking his lips.

Richie missed this. Having breakfast with Stan after a party. He missed spending time with Stan. Stan was always busy running the lgbt youth center while Richie was gone. He kept himself busy.

Now, they were eating breakfast and drinking orange juice. Stan was wearing a neon t shirt that Richie had given him a few years back. Along with a pair of Marilyn Monroe sweatpants, Stan was wearing his pajamas. Richie was wearing his pajamas too. Minus the other sock. He usually just slept in his boxers and a pair of socks, half the time kicking either one or both socks off in his sleep.

“You've been wearing your glasses a lot recently,” Stan said after a long silence.

Richie shrugged. “Easier than putting in my contacts.”

Stan noddded. “Some girls on social media have already photoshopped flower crowns onto pictures of you in your glasses.”

Richie cracked a smile. “Was your mom the first one to start the trend?”

Stan rolled his eyes. This was normal. Richie liked making jokes about Stan's mom. Stan rolled his eyes at these jokes. It didn't matter now that Stan was texting his boyfriend. It didn't matter that Richie was kind of sad that his best friend was splitting his attention. This was normal to them.

“I promised the kids that you would be there today. Do you want me to come?” Stan asked after he finished his food.

“I know I made you breakfast and all that but I don't think Bill or the kids would appreciate me making you come,” Richie winked.

Stan scoffed. “As if.”

Richie smiled, doing his best Jamie Kennedy impression. “Oh really Alicia? ‘as if’?”

Stan finally laughed. “You're a mess.”

“And you love me.”

When they arrived at the youth center, Richie was wearing his contacts. He also was wearing a button up that looked like a bowling alley carpet, with plaid pants with ripped knees. Stan said that the clashing patterns gave him a headache, but Richie just stuck his tongue out and stuck up his middle finger.

When they stepped inside, Richie greeted the 18 year old volunteer at the desk. She gave him a big smile. When Stan stopped at the desk, she took a deep breath as a light blush spread across her face. Richie crouched, putting his elbows on the desk. “Y’know Al, you gotta show me how you do your makeup,” he waved his hand in front of his face. “Love the pride colors,” he smiled.

Al smiled. She was wearing a nude lipstick and her eyeshadow in the bi pride colors. The pink and purple were used as a smoky eye base, and she used blue eyeliner. “Takes a lot of practice, I’ll tell you that.”

“I’m sure Bev would also like some tips, right Stan?”

Stan shrugged. “I’m sure that if she saw how talented Al is she would love some tips,” That’s what Richie was looking for. He knew that a compliment from Stan would make the girls day. “Let’s go check on the others and make sure no one is dead,” Stan grabbed Richie’s arms and lifted him up.

Richie saluted Al as he and Stan walked inside. “Stanthony you can’t lead the poor girl on,” Richie put his arm around Stan’s shoulder.

Stan rolled his eyes. “She’s 18, Richie. I also have a boyfriend, y’know because I’m gay.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you haven’t told her that it’s inappropriate, for all she knows you’re playing hard to get,” Richie pursed his lips and paused for a second. “Maybe that’s why Mike never asked you out.”

Stan sighed. “Richie we all know that Mike never asked me out because he likes you more. May God help him.”

Richie scoffed. “Just because he blows me-”

Stan lightly punched Richie as a group of teenagers ran over to them. Richie immediately recognized all of them. He gave each of them a hug and listened to them as they told him about stuff they or Stan did while he was gone. Zoe showed him some of their art and he couldn’t help but praise the kid. They had such great talent. Richie couldn’t wait to give them their binder on Christmas.

One of the teens took Stan to turn on the radio. As soon as the music started, Richie knew Stan would change the song. “Leave it!” he shouted, then heard Stan groan.

“Rich, this isn’t even one of your good songs!”

I'm gettin' bi

Oh yeah, I'm lettin' my bi flag fly

Not gonna hide it, not gonna lie

I'm a bi kinda guy

There’s no reason to be shy

My oh my, it's a fact I can't deny

I'm bi, bi, bi until the day I die

After a few hours of making sure everything was okay at the center, and that it would be ready to be a shelter that night, Richie and Stan picked Mike, Ben, and Bev up for lunch. Mike was vegan, but Bev and Ben weren’t. The couple still agreed to have a vegan meal with them.

When Stan left the table to go to the bathroom, Bev picked her food up with her fork and put it on Richie’s plate. “I don’t like it,” she said quietly. “It’s not real chicken.”

“Then you should have gotten something that didn’t have a meat substitute,” Ben shrugged.

Richie nearly choked on his food. “Ben, I didn’t know you needed a substitute. Bev, why didn’t you tell me? I would happily-”

“Beep beep Richie,” Mike said, with a small smile on his face. He liked the joke, but he at least had enough manners not to laugh at that joke in public.

Bev snorted. “As if you could do any better in bed than Ben.”

“Is that a challenge? Ben, you wanna watch while I fuck your girlfriend?”

Ben coughed, his face going red. Bev let out a loud laugh, clapping her hand on Ben’s back. Mike bit his lip to keep from laughing too loud. Stan approached the table, a small frown on his face. “Did Richie say something about me while I was gone?”

Mike didn’t stop himself from laughing this time. Bev hadn’t stopped laughing, tears were now streaming down her face. Ben rolled his eyes. “No, they’re laughing at me.”

Stan gave a small nod. “Gotta watch what you say around him.”

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[ichigobunnybun-fairy]

11 questions

Heyoo I was tagged again by @peraltiagoisland and also by @amy-dancepants omg can you believe this benches making me do STUFF??? Ugh I hate them (jk I love them they are the bestt tags are fun bless them for tagging me)

(this is gonna be long so here’s a cut)

Rules: Answer the questions given to you by the tagger, write 11 questions of your own, and tag 11 people 

Questions by @peraltiagoisland 

1) what are you wearing ;)

Today’s coord consists of Omocat’s NURSEBUNNY sweater (aka fave sweater) combined with Kawaiigoods’ Painfully Hurt Bunny purple & pink tights and pink shorts with also a bunch of jewellery from ZombieUnicorn I’m too lazy to list bc her stuff is amazing and I wear it A LOT. I was going for a “cute sick menhera bunny” look today ♡

2) where do you LIVE

I’m from a small village in Mallorca but I’m studying in Barcelona and living in a Students’ Residence in Sabadell for this year. 

3) is ur muffin buttered

W-what does that mean....?? I have uh no idea ^^;;

4) do u need someone to butter your muffin

?? Sorry I... what?? I’m DUMB u gotta be more direct with me

5) hummus. thoughts?

I have... no thoughts about hummus. 

Literally. Because I’ve never had hummus in my life. Sounds nice tho?

6) so how was school today? :)

It was a little slow since I only had theory classes but they were very boring subjects today. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT LAST WEEK THO bc I had histology practise at the lab and I got to see some COOL TISSUES and blood cells on the microscope. Also got to do practise with The Crush (Gay Sience™) and spend the day at uni with my classmates it was FUN ♡

7) there’s a thunderstorm outside. you’re tucked safely in bed and you’re slowly falling asleep. you’re in utter bliss because you haven’t slept in days. bread is baking in the oven and that smell combined with the petrichor scent from the rain has you feeling drowsy to no end. you start to hear scratches on your door and soft thuds against the wooden frame. what do you do?

Ignore it!! I’m too tired and comfy to move >~<

8) you now find out there’s a litter of starving puppies outside the door. but your family is begging you not to open it. what do you do?

OPEN THE DOOR OPEN THE DOOR OPEN THE DOOR OPEN TH

9) the starving puppies turn out to be a SCAM and you let in a bunch of MURDERERS who STEAL ALL THE PUPPIES YOU ALREADY HAD IN YOUR HOUSE because you regularly get puppies outside your door and your family is in hysterics. what do you do?

♡ K I L L T H E M ♡

Or, alternatively:

Me & my sister chase them down with my grandpa’s escopeta and get the puppies back ♡

10) the bread fucking burnt to a crisp and inside the bread was a GPS tracker that could’ve tracked the puppies because the pups all have tracking chips on them and now you’ll never find those puppies again and your entire family hates you. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

I DON’T CARE CUZ MY SIS AND I WOULD’VE GOTTEN THE PUPPIES BACK FROM THE MURDERERS AND MOM WOULD’VE MADE MORE BREAD SHE IS AWESOME AT MAKING BREAD HAHA SUCC IT MICHELLE

11) so how old are you? :D

I’m 18!! ♡

Aaand now questions by @amy-dancepants

1) Have you ever broken a bone?

Nope, which is weird given how clumsy I am and how much I love Adventuring in places I shouldn’t get into. Like, srsly I live in the country-side and I go to explore and get into some wierd-ass places lmao.

2) Is there anything you never leave home without?

My small piece of cloth to clean my glasses (idk the name they have in english) which has a Dalí painting printed BCS I’M A NERD. Also my mobile ofc.

3) Do you like pineapple on pizza?

Yes!! ♡ (pls don’t kill me)

4) Weirdest dream you’ve had?

I remember as I child I used to have a repetitive dream where I was with a bunch of other kids and we were watching tv and in the tv there were a man and a woman and they would be saying stuff and telling us “pls don’t yell ‘sheep’ “ and then I suddenly would yell “SHEEP” (bcos I’m a lil shit) and the second after that a whole stampede of sheep would come and destroy everything. So that’s the main thing.

5) Last book you read?

Does @peraltiagoisland ‘s drama club au count??? 

6) Favourite mythical creature?

D R A G O N S & U N I C O R N S 

7) Cats or dogs?

Bunnies!!!

(Okay I love cats and dogs too but cats are my 2nd fave animal)

8) Have you ever had a DIY project gone wrong?

I make a lot of my own jewellery for my coords so I’ve had some turn out pretty messy specially when I was just starting ^^;;

9) Do you like being outside in the rain?

Yes!! I love playing and dancing in the rain!! Also when it rains I often settle on the table at the terrace and draw bc rain inspires me ♡

10) Are you multilingual?

Yes!! ♡ I speak catalan (mother language, specifically mallorquí dialect), spanish (duh!!) and english (also duh!!)

11) Favourite book genre?

Lesbians

♡ My 11 Questions ♡

♡ 1) Do you play any musical instruments?

♡ 2) What do you study/work as?

♡ 3) Why did you choose to study that/ why did you choose that job?

♡ 4) Do you love and appreciate snakes? (pd: you have to say yes otherwise I’ll hate you forever ♡ )

♡ 5) Do you believe in unicorns? (pd: you also have to say yes ♡ )

♡ 6) What do you love the most about yourself?

♡ 7) How much do you love girls? (pd: only answers going form “A lot” or above are accepted)

♡ 8) Who’s your hero/idol/inspiration? 

♡ 9) ROSA DIAZ IS GONNA COME OUT AS BISEXUAL!! HOW EXCITED ARE YOU?

♡ 10) What’s a song that never fails to make you happy?

♡ 11) Do you have a preference over Marvel or DC?

Tagging: I’m way too Anxious™ to really tag anyone but hey if you actually read through all of this garbage and you wanna answer my questions go ahead!! Fairy will be so happy if you do!! ♡

[lesbeanflowers]

I was tagged by @englishtealarry you the real mvp :)

1. Nicknames? -Amai

2. Gender? - Female

3. Star Sign? - Gemini (on the cusp of Taurus)

4. Height? - 5’6-5’7

5. Time? - 9:49pm

6. Birthday? - May 24th

7. Favourite bands/groups? — *cracks knuckles* One Direction, Green Day, Paramore, The National, The Avett Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Queen, Led Zepplin, Coldplay, Earth Wind and Fire, DJ Khaled, Vulfpeck, Superfruit, Pentatonix, Bleachers, The Rolling Stones, The Who, The Doors, HOMESHAKE, The O’Jays, Oasis, Gorillaz, Jackson Five, Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros, Sleater Kinney, Mumford & Sons, Weezer, Blink 182, Panic! At The Disco, Kings of Leon, Five For Fighting, Walk The Moon, Nirvana, Radiohead, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Vampire Weekend, Linkin Park, System of a Down, Taco Cat, Diet Cig, Nice As Fuck, Lorde, The Internet, OFWGKTA, The Temptations, Funkadelic, Cameo, Lumineers, The Head & The Heart, The 1975, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Clash, The Smiths, The Sex Pistols, Beastie Boys, Talking Heads, TLC, En Vogue, Xscape, LTD, fun., Aerosmith, AC/DC, Fleetwood Mac, Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons, Groove Theory, The Fugees, The Brand New Heavies, Arctic Monkeys, DNCE, Fleet Foxes, The Frames, My Chemical Romance, Boyz II Men, The Velvet Underground, Tegan and Sara, Mariana’s Trench, The Supremes, She & Him, Foo Fighters. The list goes on

8. Favourite solo artists? - Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, Beyoncé, Chance The Rapper, Rihanna, Demi Lovato, Kesha, Dua Lipa, Troye Sivan, Halsey, Lana Del Rey, SZA, Prince, Beck, Erykah Badu, Amy Winehouse, Frank Ocean, Michael Jackson, Kehlani, Kendrick Lamar, J Cole, Common, Kanye West, Mac Demarco, Zayn, Ed Sheeran, Tyler The Creator, Pink Guy/Joji, Rich Chigga, Willow, Angel Haze, Mary Lambert, Hayley Kiyoko, Maggie Rogers, Kevin Garrett, Aaliyah, Alicia Keys, PJ Morton, Jill Scott, MIKA, Marvin Gaye, Drake, Nicki Minaj, David Bowie, Chaka Khan, Mariah Carey, P!nk, Britney Spears, Sia, Fiona Apple, Regina Spektor, Glen Hansard, Nora Jones, D’Angelo, Jeff Buckley, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Sufjan Stevens, Nick Drake, Musiqsoulchild, Anthony Hamilton, Amel Larreuix, Alice Smith, Aretha Franklin, Diana Ross, George Michael, Eric Clapton, Joe Cocker, Father John Misty, Bon Iver, LCD Soundsystem, Noname, Tupac, Notorious BIG, Lil Peep, DRAM, Bruno Mars, Tom Waits, Mitski, Gabe Gundacker (yes, the vine dude). The list goes on

*shameless plug: I know I’ve probably said this but I’m obsessed with music and music sharing so follow me on Spotify @Amai Zackery

9. Song stuck in my head? - Can’t Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

10. Last movie you watched? - Free State of Jones

11. Last show you watched? - Liv and Maddie lol

12. When did you create your blog? — I’ve had Tumblr since Jan. 2012 but I got locked out of my old account so I’ve been with this one since May 2016

13. What do I post?- Larry, 1D, ot4, ot5, memes, animals, Carmilla, Supercorp, Runaways, The Bold Type, literally any other TV show I️ become obsessed with or am interested in watching, any movies I️ become obsessed with or am interested in watching, my fave music or things I️ wanna listen to, any books I’m really into or wanna read, gay stuff, writing, art rec, aesthetic, celebrities, anything I wanna save for later

14. Last thing I googled? — The Fresh Prince of Bel Air lyrics

15. Do you have any other blogs? — yeah but it’s really bad and inactive sooo uh

16. Do you get asks? — Every now and then

17. Why did you choose your url? — I’m lesbian and I like flowers

18. Following? — around 1300?

19. Followers? — 715

20. Favourite colours? — Orange, blue, yellow, red, pastel pink

21. Average hours of sleep? — weekdays: 6-7 hrs, weekends/breaks: 4-8.5 hrs

22. Lucky number? — 5, 18, 24

23. Instruments? — piano, guitar, ukulele, and I sing

24. What am I wearing - Black glasses, black Coldplay Parachute album shirt, dark brown/blue/black flannel, black leather-bomberish jacket, some blue socks patterned in other colors, and black converse

25. How many blankets do I sleep with? - three

26. Dream job? — actress/writer alongside singer-songwriter/musician alongside graphic novelist/animator

27. Dream vacation? — Japan, London, Italy, Spain, France, Portland (Maine and Oregon), San Francisco, Boston, Greece, Ireland

28. Favorite food? — Fries, bacon, jalapeños, cheese, bread, green beans, broccoli

29. Nationality? — Black And Japanese American

30. Favourite song? — I literally can’t choose my favorite of all time but for now I’m gonna go with Bad 4 Us by Superfruit

Now I tag @drowningfangirl @sapphicatthedisco @jealousofthem @four-eyed-feminist @the-nerd-punk and anyone else who wants to partake :))