#whatever I'm a dude who is weird and wet a lot of the time and my cat hates it

[dirt-mccracken]

My cat HATES when I take baths but I love baths so like three times a week we have this standoff

She just sits right outside the bathroom and just pouts until I get out. If I take too long she WILL come yell at me

[weird-an]

When Robin first met Steve, she thought he was all arrogance and confidence, thought he was bullshit.

She got to know him, looked behind the picture of King Steve, the fallen jock of Hawkins High. She likes Steve. Loves him like a brother sometimes.

She's surprised though that he's so oblivious sometimes. That guy dated half of the school, okay, all of them girls, even though she knows that Steve Harrington's virginity will forever be Tommy Hagan's greatest steal, but how can Steve be so blind?

Steve's face is flushed when he finds her after the last period, when they are supposed to spend the rainy afternoon on the couch, watching Disney movies or whatever.

"I think Billy is theatening me!" Steve says, eyes huge. Like always when he's talking about Billy. Which he does a lot. Most of the day.

Because they are rivals, he says.

Because he's got a big fat crush, Robin has inferred after the last "Billy Hargrove is disgusting" ramble Steve annoyed her with for two hours.

She suppresses a grin that wants to mix with a sigh which leads to a weird hiccup.

"What's going on?"

"He sent me notes today. This one says 'I'm watching you, pretty boy.'" Steve waves a piece of paper in front of her. Billy's handwriting is surprisingly neat.

That's not really a surprise. Billy stares at Steve as if he's an oasis in the desert. Steve stares at Billy like he's a cake and there's only one piece left.

There's her hiccup again.

" … and the other?" she asks. It's amusing, she has to admit. At the same time she wants to smush them together like the Barbie dolls she had played with as a child. She created epic love stories - lacking Ken the whole time, because a Barbie deserved another Barbie, not some boring ass dude.

Steve ruffles his hair. "It’s even worse. It says 'I'm waiting for you in the parking lot!'"

Robin snorts. That's it. She's glad Billy apparently had gotten around to the realization that it's not a rivalry but the exact opposite. Of course Billy Hargrove can't just say "I like you". That would be too easy.

"I think you're both idiots," she hiccups. Damn, that's getting out of hand.

Steve puts his hands in his hips. "What?" he asks.

"Go to the parking lot!" Robin points at the door.

"I don't wanna fight," Steve begins.

Robin can't stand this hiccup any longer.

"He doesn't want to fight - he wants to fuck," she almost yells.

Steve gapes at her.

"Maybe it's a joke," he manages.

"What if it isn't?" she asks.

Steve's moles drown in the pinkness of his cheeks.

"I… should go," he says. "Thanks, Robin."

"Welcome, dingus."

She shouldn’t follow him, but she still does, because he’s a bit of an idiot and she loves him. She wants to make sure, she isn’t wrong. She peeks around the corner. It's still raining a bit, more a drizzle than anything.

Billy is wearing his tightest pair of jeans. He's leaning against the Camaro, sucking on a cigarette. Pretending he isn't soaking wet. It's almost adorable.

"Harrington, I bet your lame ass still hasn't seen Terminator, " he says, stroking a wet curl out of his dace.

"You don't know that," Steve grumbles.

Billy tilts his head. His face flushes a bit, too. They are matching tones of pink.

"'M drivin'," Billy mumbles.

Steve grins. "I'm buying, then."

Billy nearly drops his cigarette.

"Cool," he says, face still red.

She watches them drive off, high-fiving a very confused Jonathan Byers who just happens to walk to his car.

Her hiccup is gone. Finally.

[hoverboards-and-dragons]

Do you think ppl in this fandom infantilize Lucifer? I often see some fans (Cough Lilith Haters cough) treat him like he’s nothing but a helpless uwu baby. Like dude he fought against Adam (The only one who should be calling him baby is Lilith-)

Throws chair holy fu cking shit yes

'Lucifer would be horrified to discover ducks' corkscrew dicks but also he designed them' Pee your Pants now, your fav has weird little girl picking up worms energy and you should be grateful for that

Honestly this issue annoys me most in discussions around the Eden incident because I think the potential is downright fascinating only for the actual rebellion of their actions to be overlooked

Like, shippers have been making the Short One a weak little submissive twink cause they don't know how to write interesting relationships since the dawn of time, Adamsapple fans just found out about being tall and a bottom at the same time and they have yet to shut up about it. If thats what gets them off whatever

but in other contexts? like come on, someone engage with the text with me

He tried to break humans free from heaven's control, regardless of the introduction of evil, that was a direct confrontation

No, Lucifer hasn't deconstructed his bias properly but that doesn't mean he likes Heaven, there should be more hostility, that man is a wet blanket for exclusively Charlie(and not even always) and is so very irritating sometimes on purpose sometimes on accident to everyone else and he is very unapologetic about it

He's a cunt! He's an almost entirely self focused annoying cunt and was a dismissive father for years, My Beloved

I get really turned off by any depiction of Lucifer as a younger sibling/ apprentice/etc figure now just cause like, the actual issue is never tackled in those, he just cries and is hugged better

There's a lot misrepresentations of mental illness too, like he has stimulation seeking depression its weird when hes morose and apathetic, i miss my overly dramatic attention whore performer hurling around ducks that displease him, also the suicidal thoughts tend to be written poorly which is offputting when you've dealt with them before

the Adam scene is interesting cause Lucifer clearly knows his power, it makes sense Char doesn't have a grasp on her rank but Lucifer knew Adam didn't have a shot against him

Lucilith fans aren't even that much better, like how many are just 'Lucifer is sooo cute and sweet and innocence and childlike wonder and Lilith wants to fuck him so bad about it'

ive seen a lot of Lilith taking care of drunk Lucifer, I have yet to see any drunk Lilith just saying

Maybe i'm just too invested my tarnished divinity dynamic but im bored of that shit, let's cracks them open and see whats wrong with them already

I've really come to appreciate Lucifer writing in the show after all the caricatures he's spawned, only a truly interesting and nuanced character could be interpreted this badly in this many different ways

[funnywormz]

OUUGHHUIIIUIOO DIMPOLE

edit: image description written by @princess-of-purple-prose ! thank you!

[ID: An in-character interview with Dimple from Mob Psycho 100 on 4chan. It reads:

>Interview with Dimple

>Q1. What kind of person were you when you were alive?

A. I forgot... But since its me, I'm sure it was a hella sexy dude.

>Q2. It seems you can communicate with Reigen when you're possessing him. How is that different from others?

A. Who knows. It's probably because we have a shared purpose. Even when you're both sitting in a car, only one of you can use the steering wheel, right? So unless two people agree exactly on which direction they're going, the car's not going to move in the right direction with two people behind the steering wheel. Ordinary people aren't usually conscious when I'm possessing them. It's different for espers, though. Especially strong ones, who can't even possess.

>Q3. What do you feel like?

A. Wet, smooth, slippery. A bit cold, but that can be adjusted. But it's not like ordinary people can touch me to begin with.

>Q4. Why did you stay in the world after giving up on becoming a god?

A. I'm not sure either... Spirits are born from a purpose, like resentment or obsession. Only with strong desire can the spirit body be maintained. But maybe it's like what Mob said. People are just people. You don't have to exist for a reason, and it doesn't matter if you care about it or not. Why does that kid occasionally say something profound when he's dealing with something besides himself?

>Q5. Is there anyone you particularly enjoyed possessing? Anyone you want to try?

A. That old lady or whatever guarding Claw. People who have very little spiritual resistance will do whatever you want, so that feels nice. Being the cult leader of LOL was especially fun! One person that surprised me was the leader of the Body Improvement Club. It was like manipulating a giant robot! Someone I'd want to try... probably Hanazawa. If you give him to me, I'm sure I can take him from being the school idol to the least popular guy in school in a day.

>Q6. What do you do when Mob's at school?

A. I've been going to Spirits and Such more often because interesting things occasionally happen there. Besides that, sometimes I take a walk, watch TV, or I check out your house. (evil laughter) I'm kidding, of course.

A. He's always trying to play pranks and thinks he's got Mob fooled, which is pretty funny to watch. Or at least that's what I thought, but it turns out Mob is really just that gullible. Reigen's like that guy who keeps building shaky towers out of building blocks, and it should come as no surprise when they collapse. He's always using some weird and question means of maintaining it all, and sometimes I just want to poke him a little bit and make him fall. ...I have to repress that desire.

>Q8. If you could become a human and become Mob's friend, what would you do?

A. Become a human... Make friends... Travel, eat food, play sports. Anything would be good, but I'd just like to pass the time as usual. That's enough to make good memories. ...or actually, I think I'd like to do sumo! Even if I can't beat him in powers, I want to use my bodily strength and muscles to toss Mob around. Let him see how that feels like.

>Q9. What was your first impression of Mob? How about now?

A. I thought he was just a kid so I underestimated him. But instead he was scary as fuck. I pissed my pants, okay? I don't think I understand him as much now since he's grown up a lot. I wonder how he'll end up.

>Q10. How can someone see you? A. You need to think that seeing me is something completely natural. Once you can fool your brain, your perspective changes. This is something that you can train, but maybe something completely unexpected will happen. So it's dangerous and not recommended. The easy way is to just let me possess you. The important thing is just to break the common sense that forms your vision.

Q11. Can you eat ordinary food? Please tell me your favorite food!

A. I can still eat and drink, and I'll absorb the energy in the food. My favorite food? Beans and peanuts. That's cute? Yeah, that's right. Also alcohol. Beer has the best alcohol fragrance. You say I sound like your dad? Hmph, shut up.

>Q12. What's the first thing you remember?

A. The memory of my life is entirely gone... I can't remember at all. I feel like it should be like it is now. I stare at the sky a lot. There's some old memories from right after I became a spirit, probably in a cemetery. But I don't know if I have a tomb somewhere. It's all like a prior life to me, anyways. One day, will I forget about what's happening now, too...? Ugh, that sounds like something an ordinary living person would be worried about. Forget about it. End ID]

[gothamlonelyhearts]

"I'm not afraid of you." Pls pls pls with sprinkles

yesss ha ha ha... YES ! (this is a little au ish cuz is like during canon.)

(cw for weed) (i do not know why he needed someone elses home i guess just like imagine he was out trying to blow shit up and it started storming. yeah lets go with that actually) (written super informally and kind of comedically?)

the stink of pot smoke in this apartment is overwhelming. it's disorganized, but clean, a little ugly and cluttered in a charming way. the riddler's glasses fog up a bit as he lets out another heavy exhale through his mouth. it's a nice place to hide out in.

at least, he thought it'd be.

by the time he'd crawled in through your window - not without almost slipping and falling on his ass several times - it became obvious that someone was recently in there, or maybe even still was. for whatever reason, no one came out when he broke in, so maybe he was just being paranoid. maybe whoever lived here just smoked so much that the stink just hung in the air constantly.

so, the riddler decided it was fine to let his guard down and he slid down the wall, huffing and gasping as he recovered. it's hot as hell under all those layers. his scalp is starting to itch from the humid confinement of the cling wrap on his head and his lungs are kind of sore. it's rough out there. the military parka he wears is heavier when it's wet, too.

just when he's catching his breath and is considering going to find a different room to hide out in for a bit, he hears footsteps. his breath catches in his throat and he tries to scramble backwards, but it's a bit late for that. the stink of smoke grows a bit stronger and - with a bit of surprise - he realizes that you're the type to smoke indoors. kind of gross, but he understands why - it's storming terribly outside.

your eyes catch on him and dilate. he's been caught. before the riddler can scramble out of your window again (he'd worry about the broken bones later), you start laughing. something's definitely wrong with this guy, he thinks.

he hazards a glance at you and gets a bit of a better look at you. your head's cocked to the side, messy bangs in your eyes and a glass pipe clutched in one hand, chipped black nails glossy in the dim light.

"who are you?"

"wh... who are you?" he snaps back. it's a weak reply and he knows it as soon as it comes out of his mouth.

you snort and scrunch your nose up in a way that makes him feel kinda weird. "dude, you're the one in my house right now." your eyes narrow a bit and something seems to click in your head. "ooh, hey, wait, you're that guy off the news!"

before he can even think up a way to respond, you change the subject. "you really didn't have to fuck up my window like that."

"wh.." the riddler stammers a little. "is something wrong with you?"

"oh, tons. tons. something's wrong with you too, though. maybe we'll get along."

"you're - what?" he's absolutely dumbstruck. here you are, with a notorious killer in your home, and you're cracking wise at him. there's another alternative, though, one that makes his chest kind of tingle - maybe you're one of his supporters? "you're not - you're not afraid of me."

"naw. what do i have to be afraid of?" before the riddler can prattle off what happened to the last guy whose home he broke into, you cut him off. "like, i know you killed the mayor or whatever, but what do i have to worry about? i'm not your target demographic. i've got like, $6 to my name right now. and i'm just some guy."

"but - i don't understand." there's a lot he doesn't understand. you're supposed to be afraid. anyone would be afraid. even if they were high.

"hey, look, i don't care if you stay here or whatever, but like... can you lose the coat and the mask and maybe the boots? i don't really want you tracking mud and rain around here." you don't give him a chance to reply before walking off.

the riddler contemplates it. maybe you're just crazy. still, he finds himself complying. he drops his coat on your couch and, with some effort, manages to get his combat boots off.

"c'mere." you shout from the other room. he nervously follows your voice - why is he doing this again? - and ends up nearly tripping over something warm and hairy.

"jesus christ," he wheezes out, his heart pounding in his chest. he looks down and... it's a cat.

"watch out for the cats," you yell, a minute too late. the cat, seemingly unperturbed by the big guy almost falling on him, just purrs and purrs and purrs against the riddler's ankles.

he walks in hesitantly. it feels weird to be in another guy's bedroom, especially a stranger. especially someone whose home you just broke into.

stlll, you look at him with a smile and even though the situation is impossibly strange and too good to be true, he gets a writhing tingle in his stomach. it doesn't take much for him to feel like a person but it's rare nonetheless.

"thought i told you to take that mask off."

"how do i know you won't tell the cops who i am?"

"wouldn't i have called them already?"

the riddler pauses. "fine." he reaches up to pull off the weather mask. hands trembliing, he pulls it off, clumsily ripping the cling wrap off with it.

you look up at him and your thoughts go blank for a second. for a guy who spends his free time leaving explosives in people's cars, he's really fucking cute. he's got the expression of a pound puppy doll, his hair messed up and sticky from his stupid killer gear, a soft jaw that you can't help but imagine kissing down. maybe you smoked too much. you can't be wanting to kiss this guy. no way. it was the weed.

"c'mere. sit down."

a little disappointed by your lack of response, the riddler sits down beside you. "you're not afraid of me," he repeats.

"naw. i'm not afraid of you." you glance at him. you take another hit off your pipe so you have something to blame for what you're about to do. "you're actually pretty cute. y'know. for a dude who beats people to death."

the ridiculousness of the situation and the sudden unexpected butterflies your compliment give him are too much and he brings a hand up to cover his mouth, trying and failing to stifle a giggle.

"you're crazy. you have to be." he says, half to you and half to himself, because god knows he's insane for letting his guard down so fast. still, he's in his thirties and never felt the touch of another, or heard a nice word about himself. being called 'cute,' even by a stoned stranger, was enough to make him giddy.

"so are you. maybe we'll get along."

[ajihaew]

oh shit someone else uses that ship name? (i don’t post stuff but i mentally refer to it as genklimtville and it’s nice to see someone else doing that)

also yes i would like to talk about them may i hear your thoughts?

I WOULD LOVE TO.

also yes i've been using genklimtville/gkv for a bit, it's a little unwieldy (genklimt and baskerzieks are catchier) but... i need all three in there. and asobaskerzieks is even longer to type.

okay so this got QUITE long. so under the cut are some of my thoughts

i just think it would be. very funny. imagine you are asougi genshin. imagine you arrive in london and become acquainted with two nobles. imagine they are completely insane and have weird hobbies and are so incredibly in love with each other. now imagine that you fall in love with both of them and now you are in a throuple.

i'm also imagining in this elaborate fantasy that baskerville gets a personality and an arc i have a lot going here. not to worry background women i remember you. i like to think that she's, in the aa sense, a weirdgirl, but a weird woman. she's a lady of science. she goes traipsing around in bogs and fields looking for bugs and fish to study and klimt is like ^_^ i love my wife she is sooo smart (holding her heavy equipment for her) and she's like omg klimt genshin look at this geode specimen

klimt on the other hand. now i know this dude was a wifeguy. kvz is functionally like if a frat boy got really into social praxis and was also mostly okay with murder, and like, who are we to judge? maybe the victims just had bad vibes. i love this guy

and genshin is just like wow these people are weird. love em though . i think kazuma is pretty similar to him personality wise except genshin was older and more mature, being a detective gives him a calmer view of things but he can be caught up in silliness. usually the straight man (lol) of the dynamic while baskerville is actively joking, and klimt is off being a boytoy or whatever.

jigoku: you're back late. having a lot of fun with that van zieks fellow at the crime scene lol? genshin: jigoku: solving jigoku: crimes. right genshin: RIGHT. THAT.

i will admit most of the time i have been thinking about the jokes and not as much of the tragic emotional fallout across six years but we'll get to it

so these guys are hysterical

and then, finally.

imagine you are asougi kazuma. you arrive in london to avenge your father, all that shit happens and you're like Well i guess i work for the guy i was trying to kill and i don't hate him (as much).

but i still hate his ass because he is annoying. and bvz is too much of a wet cat to ever protest against getting bullied by asougi + the girls (gina+maria ofc). one day they go to clean the van zieks estate or whatever, gina only agrees because she wants to make fun of van zieks' chandeliers, maria is going because gina is going, and asougi is like whatever it's not like i have anything better to do

and then they find a box in the attic of genshin's things and find some Suggestive Letters and very solicitous portraits of klimt van zieks and some carefully draped curtains. this is the first time asougi and bvz have ever agreed to do anything unconditionally, and pretend to never talk about it again.

[achtung-attitude]

“jerome…” Kilo mutters.

“Whazzat, man?”

“you know why I called my Stand… SATURN BARZ…?”

“No. How the hell would I? You never told me shit about it, and I never asked…!”

“he’s a god, you know? saturn was a roman god… of time, and change, and the harvest…”

“If you got the energy to talk about weird shit right now, carry yo’ own damn self!”

But Kilo seems not to hear him, continuing to speak as if halfway in a dream. “saturn ruled over the golden age… but a prophecy said that he’d be overthrown by his own children… so he ate them all…”

A voice answers, but it’s not Jerome’s. “That’s fucked, mayn…”

“yeah… he swallowed 11 of his kids… until his wife had another baby, and she hid it away… That baby was-”

“Wait, new baby? What? He kept even having kids, even though he knew they was gonna kill him? Why don't he just wear a condom or something?”

“it’s not his nature… he’s a debaser…” Kilo explains. “all he does is wait for the world to get fat and juicy, then consumes it all, leaving empty winter… anything good he makes is just so he can destroy it later…”

The voice takes human form. It calls out from beyond time and memory, and suddenly, Kilo is sixteen years old again. Kish carries him away, bloodied and bruised from a vicious fight. With both eyes clear, he watches Kish’s face crease in disgust.

“You gotta stop that Classical shit, man. It’s bad for your mind!” the boy chides. “How the hell you can through it anyhow? It’s all just, like, words words words, and it’s all goddamn depressing!”

“You can learn a lot… About life, and the world…”

Kish sucks his teeth. “What is some thousand-years dead Greek motherfucker gonna tell ya about life now?”

“Italian… the Romans were Italian…”

“Whatever! You know what, Kilo? You need to get yourself a more positive mindset.”

“Positive… sure, man, whatever…”

“I'm serious!” Kish cries. He stands Kilo up and has him lean against a wall for support, so that Kish can step back and address him head-on. “Fuck man… it's like you just, decide you're gonna be miserable all the time. You read creepy old shit, you get into fights… And you blame yourself for what happened to your momma…

Kilo shudders. “What did you say…?”

“I get it, alright? It’s hard… Your momma dying givin’ birth to you, that’s…! That’s fucked. But it ain’t your fault. You were just a baby!”

“What n-no, this isn’t… you never said this… this isn’t how this went…!”

“Yeah, well…” Kish says, crossing his arms, “We got another shot at it, so I’m saying what I wanted to say. While we at it, yo’ dad trying to kill you ain’t on you neither! I don’t care how broke up he was about his wife dying, this is a dude who tried to kill a baby in his fuckin’ crib. You didn’t deserve that!”

“You don't understand… You never understood…! You never got the chance! You died because of me!”

Kilo’s grievous scars return. Kish’s face is  impassive as his body begins to boil, the blood bubbling beneath his flesh.

“No, I didn’t, man…” he says. “Tarantula was crazy. You ain’t responsible-”

“Yes I am!” Kilo yells. “I should have stopped him, but I was too weak! He humiliated me! That’s the real reason I wanted revenge! Not to avenge you, but to avenge my pride! That’s why I’m here! The only reason I’m here is to take my anger out on someone!”

The scenery changes, morphing like wet paint. The dimly lit night streets become a sunny day over the Chinese Theatre. The building is distorted and towering. Kilo is surrounded on all sides by people moving to and fro. Moya stands before him now, taking Kish’s place. “So that’s why?” she says. “You’re dragging yourself up a hill after blowing yourself up to feel… tough? What about Shizuka?”

Kilo stares at his shaking hands. “...I failed you. I couldn’t save you or Kish! I don’t want to fail her too! I… I didn’t want things to be like this! I’m sick of ruining everything I touch!”

Before his eyes, Moya's form shifts to that of WITCH MOUNTAIN, and speaks with her voice. He senses his own body change, becoming SATURN BARZ. Stripped of the disguises of flesh, their souls are laid bare.

In Moya’s voice, WITCH MOUNTAIN says “You are... a dishonest person.You can’t think that that’s all you are, after everything…”

“What are you talking about?” SATURN BARZ asks.

“You are the power to destroy, but also to heal. That's who you've always been, but your obsession with the negative had you neglect the positive. When we first met, there was no doubt your heart was tarnished. But after all that you've seen and done…? You stopped being that man a long time ago.”

As it speaks, black oil runs down the Stand’s body and reaches upward to form a canopy of darkness. Within that darkness, lights appear, flickering into life and dancing around Kilo’s feet like  fireflies of silver and gold. 

Restored to his human form, Kilo looks back at SATURN BARZ at his side. The steam from the Stand’s hands is painted gold by the appearance of a new light. Ahead of him, yellow hair streaked with pink blows in a brief wind. Then the golden glare envelopes all and Kilo must shield his eyes…

[beardedmrbean]

Kinda want to know how much the background dancers got paid to lay on their backs and wave their legs around on that typewriter set. Looks uncomfortable if not downright claustrophobic.

gotta check the year on that one ok 1937, movie extras don't make shit girl I went to HS with was in a couple movies got like 100 bucks, looks like the going rate in well cut and paste

Jun 28, 2018 · Your daily rate of $170 can be increased to $184, if you agree to work in the rain or get wet, excluding roles that involve water sports, according to SAG-AFTRA

if you speak at all it's totally different and you have to join the union, not even joking, and there's a different daily rate term is "scale" same word for most all preforming arts, live performances the rule of thumb is scale is the minimum you work for which is determined by the union, you join or your gigs are few and far between, and new years eve is double scale. Be comedians, musicians, magicians, all that good stuff movies and tv have that too.

Not sure how looking up what they paid out for that kind of thing got me to this, but I ain't complaining. What a wonderful collage

just keeps going too

This is interesting

Look at Disney there, hip hop dudes that'll spend that in one night on bubbly.

All that aside and I'm sure I've likely bored you by now so sorry bout that.

What I'm coming up with is that most of those girls in these movies and such like with the Busby Berkeley movies of that era, the dancers in general male and female it looks like most were under under contract to that particular studio that's making the movies and as such would likely have a salary that worked as a living wage for them, whatever that would be.

1933's Footlight Parade hits my mind a lot when thinking about these since it's part of the Great Movie Ride at Hollywood Studios at Disney World and I must have been on that 200 times or more, fun to be a cast member.

Lovely ladies here with James Cagney, not playing a Hollywood tough guy were likely in a bunch of movies of this type with all the spectacle involved.

Worth a few extra bucks to keep them around if you know they can deliver the goods.

I'm sorry, I know this was just a weird observation and question on your part and I went all adhd on it.

is interesting stuff though,

[myrfing]

6.2 MSQ spoiler thread [estinien voice] kumbhira ribeye baby [varshahn voice] did he drop it in dirt

YOUR...BABY HEAD? THE... NO BEARD SCALES?

howling screaming best himalayan salt lamp ever

this is so. LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

this party comp is nice...yshtola is my forever gamer and estiniens a funny guy. and big varshahn is um. big varshahn. also first time i think they've ever left the autofill as healer for the pc lol

ohhh i looove the twisted surrounds. and god making varshahn pull more in his newly minted freshman meatsuit sorry for the evil

watching his ass use shield lob 5 times in a row for an enemy right next to him. Yea you need to be a dragon

*taking pics of everything* I have to show cylva does she know this lady.

yshtola asking if voidsent appreciate flowers too...man they kind of screwed themselves over by making the void already in CT when their aesthetic sense was erm worse but they really are making the best of it. it looks cool even if halloweeny

common tongue between norvrandt and the 13th...is that the weenis woonis or was there a different babel event. ohh thinking about the golden dhyata now

oh man she's cool.

also people were mad about this line weren't they? i dont get it that's pretty par for the course for the bodyjacker guy

her voice is so nice lol

"are you his friend" "im gourd I dont know anything about that" most ic response laughed like hell. also people said these choices were mean they arent even half as mean as I want them to be sorry to the lovers

YSHTOLA NOT YOUR AETHER LMFAOOO LET GOURD GIVE HIS GIRL YOUA RE FUCKINGGGG PUTTING GAS ON THE PEDAL 24/7

oh so she's like vaulthry

her little hat tilt...moe

why doesnt...like...why dont we just kill the guy or. gourd absorbs the aether. i know suspended disbelief needed here just man

yshtola being the one to give zero her name...the way they. Well.

also she's still cool but she's also very lame. win

...sorry fray

statue of a guy who died doing passage of arms

im lookin for thos deepeyes...

man these little guys can have a little aether. it's fine gourd has a lot and he never fucking uses it except all at once I guess

zero's little sad house of nobodies. love it. yes the house and heart yshtola

SHE'S SUCH A BORN IN A WET CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE LMFAOOO HER HIDEOUT...NO NAME...ONLY KNOWS TRANSACTIONAL BONDS...so real. the oc of desolate 12 year olds everywhere

girl you got snot fountain in your mind palace

ok I know barbariccia is naked lady boss #43461 but hi. you're green as hell like pea soup

wtf she killed those little dudes. they were just hanging out

host says they cant seat us until everyones here wol sighs and takes out their azem crystal

snot hair lady a little fun

NO deepeyes in the void :(

aw ciriatto is relieved and says farfarello quieted down after we slonked her shit

SO FUNNY MAKING ESTINIEN CARRY HER? SO FUNNY ALSO PRETENDING THE WOL DOESNT HAVE MASSIVE AETHER RESERVES YET AGAIN

yesss lets feed zero zero feast zero eat

miss hydaelyn bringing me the cool kids wide and far

varshahn (politely) She is a pain in the ass. But that's ok

LFMAOAOAOAOOA YOU CAN BE LIKE I'm going to my island.

aww..zero feeling warmth and light for the first time in ever

nidhana is so reliable she is just everywhere I guess

DO NOTTTT INSULT NIDHANA ZERO >:[_____]

SHE SUCKED THAT APPLE DRYYYYY HELPPPP

also varshahn. Grow up

[jp writers] human connection and belonging is The Apple (Fruit)

...i bet shes going to die when taken outside of her pond and thats why shes okay with it after all that. Zero U Are So

varshahn's customer service voice with her AHAHAHA

fuck thee aethernet we are walking so you get to see PLANTS and SKIES and COLOR and ARCHITECTURE and PEOPLE

im so glad that the first place she sees as herself in the first is thavnair cus it's such a gorgeous and lively place

lmaoaoooaoaao you just got unlucky zero you got a pretty weird guy

WOO YEAH YSHTOLA the 13th as the life will fill the universe again weaping crying whatever

omg let the eyeball goop enjoy thavnair too

Golbez Grip

there's the Promises We Dont Know About again

i like the void's goofy asses. next is the x.3 patch so someone is going to have to eat it raw

[arumbleinthedark]

Do you have like…..a headcanons for C-Side and Wet Floor?…..

Quick Warning to Anyone Who Happens to Stumble Upon This

THIS IS A KINK BLOG, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS THEN PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

Obviously, I won't have the fandom or any of the characters tagged for safety reasons, but tumblr works in mysterious ways and sometimes it shows people weird shit because it's marginally related to what they post and interact with.

Okay, with that out of the way...

Sorry this took so long, anon, I didn't actually have any headcanons ahead of time and needed some time to think about it, and then I got sick and had some major brain fog. Thanks for being patient!

This might get long so check under the cut.

There will be mention of weed and vomit.

Be/ka

Honestly, no doubt that he's a stoner. And it definitely fucks with his appetite and his diet. When he's high he just kind of eats whatever is in the fridge or the pantry...even if it's out of date or spoiled. That and whatever strange concoction he manages to put together.

Dude's actually kind of invincible, though. He usually doesn't get sick from what he eats or drinks.

That being said, on the rare off chance he does he's a total mess. He's secretly emetophobic and just the anticipation of himself or someone else needing to puke is enough to freak him out.

He actually will more than likely end up puking from how much he's worked himself up rather than what's actually causing him to feel sick. So if he's nauseous or dealing with a stomach ache, expect to find him curled up on the bathroom floor awaiting his fate.

They don't have a manager, so he's almost always heavily focused on things relating to the band, so he doesn't ever really notice when he's hungry. The other two sometimes have to literally pull him away from what he's doing because he hasn't eaten in two days. In fact, he cannot recall the last time his stomach made any sort of noise out of hunger. (Though this is probably because he always attributes it to something else.)

K/kura

Hangry Bitch Syndrome™ she gets FEIRCE when she's missed a meal, especially since she's the type to consistently eat at regular times.

Of course, that habit has led to her stomach being pretty loud when she's hungry, and it only adds to her irritability.

She's been extremely self reliant since she was young, so if she gets sick in general she's insistent that she can take care of herself. It's a minor inconvenience for her, no matter how nauseous she feels or how much pain she's in.

Uot/ra

Textbook Big Eater. He will gladly eat your leftovers if you can't finish them.

Nobody outside of the band has ever seen him with an upset stomach, as far as they know. He doesn't make it obvious, just says something to his bandmates and goes to rest. Either he's not really bothered by it or he just doesn't want to cause a scene, but unlike Kura he'll greatly appreciate it if you help him out.

It might also be because he's sort of the big brother of the trio and feels that it's more important for him to take care of his bandmates than it is for them to take care of him.

He's also completely unbothered by any noises his stomach makes, mostly because it's very loud and he thinks it's funny how people react to it.

K/gi (Definitely one of my top favs, so I'm a bit meaner to him, hehe.)

He's not super shy, I don't think, but he does seem like the type to be uncomfortable around people when his stomach is being noisy.

He eats a lot of foods that are organic or homegrown and are mostly fruits and vegetables, so fast food and foods that are processed or filled with artificial ingredients tear up his stomach. He usually brings his own meals with him when the band is on tour or he's spending the night with them, but the band also makes an effort to stop by or grab something from somewhere with foods that he prefers to eat.

He also doesn't really eat, he sort of...grazes? Like he's one of those people that just eats small amounts throughout the day instead of sitting down to have meals. He's always just a little bit hungry, and sometimes on tour he has to go without food for a few hours.

As seen on my Tummy Hurty Scale he's not the best at handling stomach pain, but he can withstand it just enough to get important things done if need be. But he will quietly slip away to go lay down once he gets the chance.

That's about all I have for now.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 67

Metamorphosis/Daleks In Manhattan

“Metamorphosis”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I would legitimately never be in this situation, so sure

ooooooo now we get to find out all the things Sam’s been up to…and so does Dean…

This is only slightly more awkward and strained than the McElroys’ “don’t do a hit” PSA. Maybe both of these are signs to separate business and family

This show’s so fucking weird. They spent the first three seasons either ignoring the existence of a god or just flat out not believing in one, but now…NOW god does not want Sam to be doing what he’s doing

Whatever is happening to this man is really difficult to take while I’m eating lunch and having the sound pumped directly into my ears. It’s like bones cracking or even breaking. Eugh

I forgot Dean didn’t know Sam knew about the demon blood……it’s getting FAR more awkward than “don’t do a hit.”

Ew. Dude, is that RAW MEAT??? I hate watching this on my lunch. It’s always the WORST episodes…

They really use the most thinly veiled metaphors to parallel whatever conflict is going on between Sam and Dean, like, one sheet of saran wrap thin

I miss the days when they’d pull off to the side of the road to have nice little heart to hearts not yelling “I’VE GOT DEMON BLOOD IN ME, DEAN!!”

How long after hearing the phrase “long pig” did Dean start to come up with alternatives like “manburger helper”?

It’s not funny to have two men in their mid to late twenties carrying makeshift flame throwers break down your door, but hearing “we’re here to save you…I guess” and “we should leave” “yeah” almost immediately after kinda is. It’s only funny because the audience knows Sam and Dean

Aw, fuck. The other hunter’s gotten involved now…noooo, is this guy’s wife pregnant??? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…

It’s the gross, wet sounds of this dude LITERALLY feasting on this hunter for me…can’t blame the wife for running away screaming after watching that

The boys showing up 15 minutes late with Starbucks…ooooo, a floor fit for a children’s hospital (how many times will this show give me the opportunity to use that joke??)

Well, that COULD have been a nice moment for Dean to reassure Sam if Jack hadn't attacked.

I’ll have to find it (maybe) but I once read a post about how Sam’s storyline in these first seasons especially tells a very queer coded story, and this episode really really hits you in the face with it. Like, yes, bi Dean and whatever…but there IS something to the heartache that Sam feels being othered to his own family by this thing he had no control over. This wasn’t his choice. It’s really resonant when Sam makes the decision to stop using his psychic powers because they made Dean uncomfy...Dean who has used "god doesn't want you doing this" but also only very recently started MAYBE believing there's a god? Sam think Dean believes he's a freak and less than human or at least other than human, sometimes saying that he's getting closer and closer to the things they hunt instead. I just...I see it.

“Been On My Mind…”: I think I’m gonna do a countdown…if in 10 episodes’ time I haven’t had a yes? I’m discontinuing this segment

"Daleks In Manhattan"

Lazlo should watch Supernatural. Then he wouldn't have gone investigating that weird noise and not gotten turned into a strange pig hybrid

I have a terrible feeling this is one of those two part episodes based solely on the fact that I'm struggling to say anything about this one. The Doctor and Martha are in 1930 NYC, and we're getting a lot of character introductions: the people and specifically the leader of Hooverville, the workers at the Empire State Building, the theater workers (performers and backstage), but nothing's really HAPPENING yet. Though, we're about to get our first glimpse of the Daleks, so that's something at least

There are so many times I'm glad I accidentally fucked up the scheduling and missed an episode of spn because having to hear the term "long pig" all during my lunch and now having these human/pig hybrids has mad that incredibly worth it, and there have been so many other small things that have lined up

Awww baby Andrew Garfield. He's precious, lookin' out for Martha

Somehow I think this foreman trying to get the Empire State Building built for the Daleks is gonna get either killed or turned into something at least close to a Dalek...either way, it's not what he thinks he's gonna get

Nooo, poor baby Andrew Garfield.

oh. that's equal parts terrifying and terrible...the guy who was getting "rewarded" by the Daleks just got...absorbed?? by one? And the CGI!!! Simply atrocious (affectionate)!!!

The showgirl did NOT sign up for all this...well, she's signing up for it NOW, I guess

I can't take this seriously...this is one of the weirdest story lines they've done and......the costuming...again, atrocious (affectionate) The guy who got combined with a Dalek? it looks so bad...

[favoniuscodex]

the art of modernity [ chapter one ]

chapter one - awakening pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention, medication mention words: ~1.6k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ] chapter summary: sure, xiao might be pointing his polearm at your neck and have an utterly terrifying aura, but you'll get out of this alive, right? right? a/n: THERE IS A PROLOGUE to this! lots of questions raised in this chapter, but very few are actually answered! don't worry, they'll all be answered in due time!

the blade of the polearm is cold as it rests upon the skin of your neck. the disrupted adeptus has a scowl on his face yet holds the weapon with a precision only seen in thousands of years of experience. sure, xiao hasn't sliced open your neck, but one wrong move and he likely would. xiao's amber eyes flicker from you to the group of your friends who stand on the other side of the pillar and, despite your fascination with the being in front of you, you can't help but follow his gaze.

kaeya and keqing look terrified, yanfei looks uneasy, and, surprisingly, childe is the only one who does not look unsettled by the situation. while you were not necessarily fearful of the yaksha before, you are certainly fearful of the defiant look that crosses childe's expression. it's the same one that he gets when he decides he can make a yellow light before it turns red and immediately guns the engine to hurtle across the intersection. nothing good ever comes out of his defiance, so you clear your throat, ignoring how the blade scrapes lightly against your skin as you do so, and redirect the yaksha's attention.

"with all due respect," you begin, causing xiao to narrow his eyes. "i can tell you are a yaksha based on your mask. why do you wish to bring harm to mortals?"

xiao tilts his head in confusion, eyes widening slightly at the challenge implied by your words.

"are you foolish enough to believe that i do not know of my duties?" xiao snaps at you.

"i would use the word misguid-" you begin, but in an instant, you find yourself laying flat on your back, the wind knocked out of you. ah, right. you think to yourself. he has a vision.

the world swirls above you as you attempt to regain your bearings, but the familiar sight of the polearm reappears in your line of vision, once again pointed at your neck as xiao stands to the side of you, glaring down furiously.

"you are not entirely human," xiao states and you bite back a nervous laugh. maybe you were in over your head here. "do not pretend to be what you are not in feeble attempts to correct me."

"w- what?" you sputter in confusion, but before you can actually get an answer, childe finally acts. he lets out a war cry and charges forward, arms outstretched in hopes of tackling xiao. however, xiao steps out of the way and watches as childe stumbles and falls into the water surrounding you all.

"dumbass," you hear keqing mutter angrily.

"fight me!" childe demands as he splashes towards you and xiao once more. xiao only looks at him, unamused.

"i have no desire to hurt humans, as annoying as you can be," xiao states, thoroughly irritated by childe's disruption. "i will not fight you."

"so then why do you want to hurt my friend?" childe pouts. his stature screams defiance, yet even he's smart enough to know that he cannot win a battle against an immortal, especially not like this.

yet, before xiao can answer, yanfei steps forward, eyes glowing threateningly.

"xiao. that is enough," she snaps, glaring at him while standing tall. "i know you can sense their energies too, but, for all intents and purposes, they are human."

xiao retracts his polearm from your neck before tapping the base of it against the ground. it disappears from his hand and he folds his arms across his chest, looking at yanfei judgingly.

archons, you think as you sit up, gaze flickering between the two of them. what is happening?

"you frolic with the mortals too often, yanfei," xiao says disapprovingly. "and yet you let them enter jueyun karst under your supervision."

"it is not illegal. besides, i thought most adepti were living within their abodes after humanity rejected them, xiao," yanfei states. the authoritative challenge that you recognize from her practice of law taints her voice, yet somehow it now feels... otherworldly.

is yanfei..? you think, but xiao's next words confirm your suspicions.

"i still have my contract with rex lapis to uphold," xiao states. "you are fortunate enough to not have had to sign one."

keqing and kaeya stand behind yanfei and xiao, as a sopping wet childe slowly sneaks over to them. all three of them look baffled as the realization slowly dawns over them as well. yanfei is an adeptus.

in your search for the old immortals, you had never stopped to consider the presence of one in front of you. you feel like a fool as shame at your obliviousness begins to set in. yanfei? one of your closest friends? an adeptus?

"does your contract involve pointing polearms at the descendants of gods?" yanfei asks xiao accusatorily. gods, maybe you did hit your head on that chunk of cor lapis. there was no way yanfei was talking about you? descendant of what? was this your moment when the god of your ancestry would lay their claim to you? give you superpowers? give you-

"(y/n) is just a mortal besides that energy they emit. so calm down, i've been keeping an eye on them too," yanfei tells xiao and the hope in your chest dies. sure, you emitted some weird 'energy' or whatever the hell they were saying, but you weren't about to inherit some super cool powers or actually have something to flex to people. instead, you just had some worn-out old 'energy' that seemed to only make adepti wary of you. great.

"what energy?" you finally asked, confused, and both of the adepti's attention snaps back to you. xiao's gaze trails over to yanfei as he shrugs his shoulders at her, expecting her to answer. she lets out a huff and clears her throat.

"strictly speaking, you emit an energy that likely only adepti can detect, considering keqing, kaeya, and childe have never pointed it out to you. i highly doubt it is anything you can manipulate, but it appears to be a calming energy of sorts," yanfei explains, yet it only serves to raise even more questions. but now isn't the time to get your answers for those types of questions. instead, you send a bewildered expression at xiao.

"you were going to kill me because my presence is calming?!" you snap. respect for the adepti be damned, you no longer cared about any of that mythology crap at the moment. you were just irate that xiao had pointed his weapon at you over something so trivial. xiao looks startled at your accusation, yet yanfei cuts him off with a laugh.

"you haven't changed at all, huh, xiao?" yanfei asks, yet her voice is much softer this time. "it is good to see you."

xiao's eyes narrow at her before his posture relaxes. "likewise," he mutters, but you're not entirely sure if he's telling the truth or if it's just a formality. silence settles between the six of you and it does nothing but answer your question. the immortal green dude was really going to kill you over being a walking anti-anxiety medication. archons, the illuminated beasts aren't as cool as you thought they were.

"i do not trust you," xiao snaps at you, breaking the silence, and you bite back a sigh of frustration.

"okay?" you ask, absolutely baffled by the situation. what the hell were you supposed to do about that? his weapon was no longer pointed at you.

"(y/n) is trustworthy," yanfei says, glaring at xiao. "if you want to know more, then why don't you come stay with us in liyue harbor?"

us? you think, wondering what the hell yanfei is getting you into. i'm not trustworthy? you're the one who was lying about being an adeptus this whole time!

"'us'?" kaeya finally speaks up, ignoring the warning glare he receives from keqing because of it. "we don't all live together, yanfei, you're going to have to be more specific than that."

"he can stay with (y/n)!" yanfei chirps and you feel your soul die inside a little. "(y/n) has a spare bedroom they were looking to rent out in their apartment, right? i'll pay xiao's rent and he can stay with them!"

"yanfei," keqing begins, voice cautious. "he just threatened to kill them."

"yeah, yeah, that's just him being a grumpy old adeptus!" yanfei says and you can only watch in shock as yanfei offers up your own place on your behalf to an adeptus. an adeptus. slowly, your childlike wonder begins to creep back into your brain, clouding your judgement. sure, he seemed grumpy, but this was one of the mythological beings you had been wondering about for years. besides, you still trusted yanfei enough to know that she wouldn't just throw some adeptus into your apartment if he would kill you in your sleep. sure, you had questions for her, but..? would xiao smite you if you refused?

you part your lips to speak, but xiao's response to yanfei's proposal shocks you back into silence.

"sure. i will accompany you to liyue harbor," xiao says.

great. you think. i can't just pester yanfei for answers instead?

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Green Thumb

Part 20

Request: Yes or No

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"Time travel sounds fun until you see how cringy you used to be." You said, watching Nebula fix some things on the suit Scott had on.

"I've never been cringy." Scott said. You stayed silent in response, glancing at Rhodes. Scott blinked, scoffing softly as you giggled.

"You're great, Scott." You gave a tired smile. Bruce went to put in the red capsules.

"Hey- Hey, be careful!"

"I'm being very careful." Bruce replied.

"No, you're being very Hulky." Scott put in the capsules himself. Even if Bruce was careful, he could still crush whatever was in there without even thinking about it. It was weird seeing Bruce in Hulks body but you supposed it helped end the beef they had. Scott and Bruce went back and forth until he turned small and big in a second.

"Alright, one test run." Scott gave a sheepish smile, glancing at everyone in the room. "I'm not ready for this."

"I'm game." You turned your head, looking at Clint. You crossed your arms, a soft sigh leaving you.

"I'll do it." Clint shrugged. Scott licked his lips, looking at Bruce. Bruce gave him a small nod so Scott walked out of the room to change out of the suit. Clint followed.

"So.. He got a new tattoo." Rhodes glanced at you. You licked your lips, shrugging lightly. Rhodes sighed, leaving the room momentarily before returning with some twizzlers. He offered one to you, giving a small smile. You took it, taking a small bite from it as Clint walked into the room with the suit on. Nebula made sure everything was good with the suit.

"Clint, you're gonna feel a little discombobulated from the shift. Don't worry about it." Bruce told him.

"Wait, wait.. Let me ask you something. If we can do this, you know go back in time, why don't we just find baby Thanos and just.." Rhodes made a wrapping and squeezing motion.

"I mean, it's a solid idea. Baby Thanos was probably real ugly anyways." You said, chewing on the candy. Bruce stared at you and Rhodes in disbelief.

"First of all, that's horrible-"

"It's Thanos."

"And secondly, time doesn't work that way. Changing the past doesn't change the future."

"We go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them.. Thanos doesn't get the stones!" Scott said, shrugging. Rhodes nodded, motioning to him.

"Problem solved!"

"Bingo." Clint nodded as Nebula glanced at them, giving a small shake of her head.

"That's not how it works." She muttered.

"Anyways, who told you that?"

"Star Trek, Terminator, Time Cop, Time After Time, Wrinkle in Time, Hot Tub Time Machine-"

"So, any movie with time in the name." You said with a chuckle.

"Well, it doesn't work like that. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future and your former present becomes your past." Bruce explained. You hummed, continuing to munch on the twizzler.

"If time travel works.. That means there's different versions of ourselves in different.. Dimensions, right? Like living things we've lived and making decisions we'll eventually make?"

"Yes, actually." Bruce nodded, glad that at least someone was getting it.

"For example, my past self might be in Sokovia fighting Ultron right now while my future self might be relaxing on a beach." Bruce said with a shrug. You hummed, nodding.

"I wonder what my future self is doing.."

"Probably getting therapy instead of napping and drinking." Rhodes muttered, glancing at you. You scoffed softly.

"You drink?" Clint questioned, brows furrowing as a frown tugged at his lips. You shifted your gaze back to the man you used to call dad and shrugged.

"Occasionally." Once the suit was good to go and Bruce had told Clint everything he needed to do, you followed the guys and Nebula to the platform Rocket had built. It was surprising how much a raccoon could built. You glanced at Thor, giving him a small nod. Bruce walked up to the controls, the others standing behind him as they watched Clint stand in the center.

"Alright, Clint.. We're going in three.. Two.." You could tell Clint was nervous, you were too. Despite everything, he had still been someone who took you in and loved you. You slowly chewed on the twizzler, gaze flickering around the platform. To Clint it could feel like hours but it would merely be seconds for you and the others. Clint suddenly appeared, falling on the ground. The helmet retracted as he panted. Natasha quickly rushed up onto the platform with you following incase he had injuries. Natasha helped him up, getting him grounded as Clint looked around.

"I saw her... I saw Lila again.." Clint panted. You stared at him, swallowing as your grip on the twizzler tightened. Clint tossed a baseball glove at Tony, nodding.

"It worked." Clint said. A sense of relief filled you along with everyone. There was a chance at getting everyone back. The team turned, heading to an office in order to talk more and come up with a game plan. You finished your twizzler, taking a seat and watching Tony pull up pictures of the stones.

"We gotta find out the when and the where." Steve said, looking over all of the stones.

"Almost everyone in this room has had at least one encounter with an infinity stone." Steve turned his attention onto everyone. You supposed Vision counted as an encounter.

"Or substitute encounter by being damn near killed by one of the stones." Tony added, shrugging as he sipped on his coffee.

"I haven't." Scott piped in. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about."

"Regardless, we only have enough pinparticles for one trip each and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history." Bruce said, slowly walking around the office.

"Our history." Tony reminded him. "So, not alot of convenient spots to drop in."

"Which means we'll have to pick our targets." Clint muttered. Tony nodded, shooting him the side eye. You cocked a brow when you made eye contact with Tony. Tony simply patted your shoulder.

"Let's start with the ether. Thor, what do you know?" Steve asked, everyones' attention shifting onto the god of lighting. Thor sat in a corner, coke bottle in hand and sunglasses on.

"Is he asleep?" Natasha asked after Thor didn't answer. You stared at him. The last five years had definitely been rough for him.

"Pretty sure he's dead." Rhodes mumbled. You sighed, reaching forward and grabbing a cup of water. You made it turn ice cold before tossing it at the god. Thor jolted awake, looking down at his wet shirt.

"Thor, the reality stone. What do you know about it?" Steve asked again, watching him stand and approach the picture of the reality stone. You listened to Thors' rambling, turning to look at Tony. Scott was the only one interested in what he had to say. Tony approached him, urging him to sit.

"Alright.. Who's next?"

~~~~~~~~~~

You stared at the pictures. Three stones in New York, one in Asgard, and the other two in Morag. You looked at Steve as he approached the hologram.

"Alright, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot." Steve said. You swallowed, glancing at Rocket and Thor. You had been assigned on their team. Just in case. You stood up with the others, going off to change. You stared at the two pictures in your locker. One of the Barton family and the other of the Stark family. You headed towards the platform after changing, standing beside Thor and Rocket.

"Stay safe." Natasha said softly, giving your arm a squeeze. Steve gave a pep talk before you put your helmet on. You absolutely hated the feeling as you went through what looked like a blue tunnel. When you blinked, you were in Asgard. Thor held a finger up to his lips, passing by a room. You followed, glancing back and seeing his brother. You had never officially met Loki but he was an odd dude. You reached a hall, standing besides Thor. You listened to the women talk in the hall. You shared a look with Rocket.

"There's Jane." Thor whimpered, shaking his head. Rocket sighed.

"Alright.." Rocket hopped off the stone block, looking at you and Thor.

"You're gonna charm her, (Y/N) will be our lookout, and I'll poke her with this thing, get the stone, and we'll be gone." Rocket said, watching Thor. You gave a nod but Thor sniffled.

"I'll be right back. The wine cellar is just down here. My father used to have this huge barrel of ale." You stared at Thor, letting out a sigh as you scratched your forehead. You heard a door opening and quickly ducked besides Rocket.

"Yes, and could you also let me know when Gaia plans on visiting again?" You blinked, feeling your body freeze. You slowly stood, glancing at Thor as he slowly walked down the hall, gaze on the woman.

"Who's the fancy woman?" Rocket asked, hopping onto the stone. You swallowed, turning your head and looking at the woman.

"That's my mother..." Thor answered. Your eyes slightly widened, turning to face Thor. You opened your mouth to ask him a question.

"She dies today." Thor whispered. You shut your mouth, frowning. You licked your lips, gaze flickering around.

"How.. How does she know Gaia?" You asked softly. Thor glanced at you with furrowed brows.

"She was a friend of my mothers'." Thor answered. He looked back at where his mother had been, shaking his head.

"I can't do this." He breathed out, beginning to pant softly. You and Rocket faced him. Rocket told Thor to get closer as Thor rambled. You blinked as Rocket slapped him, almost laughing at the sight of a raccoon slapping a god.

"You think you're the only one who lost people? What do you think we're doing here? I lost the only family I ever had. Same with nature boy over here. I get you miss your mom, but she's gone. Really gone and there are plenty of people who are kind of gone. You can help them. So is it too much to ask that you brush the crumbs out of your beard, talk to the girl, and when she's not looking, suck the infinity stone and help us get our families back?" Rocket stared at him. Thor nodded, a small whimper leaving him as his eyes watered.

"Thor, calm down." You said softly, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "You're the god of lighting, Thor. You can do this."

"Yeah, yeah, I can." Thor nodded. You gave him a small smile, following Raccoon towards the door. You turned, hearing footsteps rushing away. You sighed.

"He's gone." You muttered. Rocket groaned softly.

"You go after him. I'll go get the stone." Rocket said, turning around and walking towards the room.

"I don't know this place." You huffed, looking at the talking raccoon. Rocket let out an exasperated sigh.

"Be my lookout." He mumbled. You walked towards the room Jane was in, watching Rocket enter. You stood infront of the doors, gaze flickering around. You had no idea what you were gonna do if somebody asked you what you were doing. You swallowed, glancing in the direction Thors' mother had gone in.

"He'll be fine." You assured yourself, speedwalking in the direction. You spotted Thor, quietly walking towards him.

"Thor-"

"Shh." He brought up a finger to his lips. Thor grabbed you, keeping you hidden behind the pillar as his mother passed by. She dismissed her girls. You and Thor peeked around the corner.

"What are you doing?" You flinched, letting out a yelp as a woman yelped as well. You turned and faced her, watching her look at Thor. Thor suddenly grabbed you, covering you with his jacket.

"You're better off leaving the sneaking to your brother." The woman said, head tilting.

"What are you wearing? Who is this?" She asked, stepping forward. You swatted Thor's arm away, clearing your throat.

"Uhm, I'm- I'm (Y/N)." You said. Rocket was gonna kill you.

"Frigga." She gave a polite smile. "What are you wearing?" Friggas' brows furrowed, looking Thor over. Frigga slowly approached her son, placing a hand on his cheek. Thor rambled slightly. Frigga smiled softly.

"You're not the Thor I know, are you?" She asked softly.

"Yes I am."

"The future hasn't been kind to you, has it?" She gently brushed some hair out of his face. You watched her, gaze softening. You could see why Thor loved his mother so much. They shared a tight hug, something Thor had desperately needed.

"Let's talk." Frigga smiled. You tuned out as Thor spoke to his mother. You walked around her room, looking over the glass. You licked your lips, looking over at them.

"How do you know Gaia?" You asked softly. Frigga turned to look you curiously.

"Like, uhm, Thor told me but I.. I wanna know more." You said, facing her. Frigga tilted her head, slowly approaching you.

"Gaia? What would you want with her?"

"She's my mother and she.. She kind of abandonded me." You shrugged lightly, letting out a small awkward laugh. Frigga hummed, gaze softening.

"Gaia's in.. It's hard to explain. She's in The Garden. She lives there and it's how she watches over her creations." Frigga explained.

"How do I get there?"

"Fairy rings. Only certain people have access to her portals." Frigga said. You nodded, keeping it in mind. Thor stood, approaching you and his mom.

"Mother, I must tell you something-"

"No, Thor." Frigga turned to face her son, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Mother-"

"Guys!" Rocket shouted, running towards you. "You were supposed to watch the door!"

"I know." You gave an apologetic smile. Rocket shook his head, showing the stone.

"I got it." He breathed out. "Oh, hey, you must be mom."

"I wish we had more time." Thor said softly. Frigga smiled gently, grabbing his hands.

"This was a gift. Now you go and be the man you were meant to be." Frigga said softly. Thor gave her a sad smile.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you." Frigga hugged Thor tightly. She pulled back and smiled. Rocket began to count but Thor stopped him. He extended his hand towards the balcony area. You and Rocket shared a look.

"W-What are we looking at?" He asked.

"It takes a second." Frigga chuckled softly. Thors hammer returned to him, making him beam. You smiled softly as the suit returned.

"Nice meeting you." You said.

"Same here." Frigga smiled, giving a small wave. The helmet came on and you went back through the nauseating blue tunnel. You grunted, shutting your eyes tightly.

"Yeah, fuck that." You muttered, rubbing your forehead. You looked around, noticing Clint fall to his knees with teary eyes.

"Where's Nat?"

~~~~~

Tags: @geek-and-proud @wolfelocksley @babyvisionisamenace @jjk-is-my-shit

[herstarburststories]

You Have A Home

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a call from Y/N, Sam comes back town to help -- and brings Dean with him.

Requests: N°1 heyhey, could you do a Sam x reader where they went to college togehter and later meet again and they realise their feelings for eachother...xx + N°2: can you do a college sam headcanon with medicine student reader

A/N: This was fun! The monster here is mentioned in season 6, when the boys ask Bobby for advice on how to kill it. This is my first Samgirl long imagine, with Dean being the flirty he is. I wrote this almost one year ago, so it's more crude and I'm nervous to be posting it! And my piece for @cajunquandary 's 600 challenge, my prompt was monster of the week. Dividers by @talesmaniac89!

Dean's eyes remained on the road when the bitter statement left his body, tangled with a wry chuckle, “I can't believe you are still in touch with those people.”

“Those people?” Sam arched elbows, slightly skeptical by his brother's tone, “They were my friends, Dean.”

“Sammy, all our friends? Dead. They all die. Or worse.” He glanced at him for a moment, pursing his lips together. It might not be an easy assignment, but was part of the job. Sammy had tried to run away plenty times and always came back, when would he understand? “We don't get to have friends. You should've learned that.”

“They are not our friends, they are my friends. Also, they don't know about the hunting life, they aren't in harm.” Sammy hissed once the other locked his green eyes on the road again. Dean sighed, moving one hand away and up from the steering wheel in a rendition gesture.

“Whatever you say, man. I'm just warning you, this doesn't usually end up good for them.”

Sam scoffed, Dean could get on his nerves sometimes, “We saved many people that got to have a good life.”

“Yeah, but those people didn't know us before that. I told you when you left Stanford--”

“I didn't keep contact, okay!? I just... I just still have a phone that they have the number of. No social media, no calls on birthdays.” Nervously gesticulating, he added, “I know how to keep them safe, Dean.”

“So, old friend?” The eldest Winchester asked after the few minutes of silence that followed Sam's outburst, “Female old friend?”

“Yes. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Dean smirked, and Sam to rolled his eyes at his behavior, “Keep it in your pants.”

He'd let out a malicious laughter before turning on the radio, the first guitar sounds of AC/DC playing in the background.

“I think you'll be the one not keeping it, Sammy.”

“Hello?” The woman in nothing but a towel who had opened the door greeted them with a question, her brown eyes glaring at the two men with clear confusion.

Dean had no shame to check her out, innerly celebrating that she was still wet from her shower. Perhaps visiting Sam's friends wasn't that big mistake. “Hey, you.”

She grimaced at Dean for two seconds before turning her attention to Sam again, sudden recognition written on her face.

“Sam? Sam Winchester?” He nodded, smiling that light-hearted boyish grin at her. Not caring about her dressings, she just threw herself at Sammy, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!” She pulled away only to hit his shoulder. Her short stature didn't match Sam's, but he'd still make a grimace at her attempt of slap. “Why didn't you call? God, your hair grew a lot. Listen, I have some scissors.”

“Tried that, didn't work.” Dean interrupted their reencounter, trying to get in the conversation. An usual lopsided grin on his face, “Dean Winchester, Sam's brother.”

“Layla, Sam's friend.” She gave him a friendly smile in return, opening space for them to pass through the door before closing it, “Come in, I need to change in clothes.”

“I wouldn't even dream of that. Seriously.”

Layla would just wiggle one of her brows at Dean's comments, not impressed by it, “Ele é sempre assim? (Is he always like this?)”

Thankfully, Sam still remembered a bit of his friend's native language. He just chuckled, managing to apologize for Dean's typical Dean behavior, “Unfortunately. Sinto muito. (I'm sorry)”

“(Y/N) is in the kitchen. I'll be right back.” Her accent was thicking stronger duo the comfortability around Sam. Excusing herself, the caramel skinned girl leaded upstairs.

“What did she say?” Dean asked, side glancing at the path Layla had just gone on, not even sure of which language she'd just spoken, much less what was said. Sammy didn't bother replying, satisfied to grin at his obvxion brother. “Dude, come on!”

“Sam!” A well-known voice filled the room as the image of (Y/N) appeared in front of them, dressing your loyal cook's avental. You didn't think twice before jumping on Sam. “I missed you, giant!”

He, like always, caught you with a light-hearted laughter, “I missed you too, cupcake.” You two spent a few moments like this, enjoying each other's warm and long lost touch, until Dean cleared his throat. You finally went back to the ground, embarrassed by having a stranger to see that level of intimacy between you and Sam, “This is Dean, my--”

“Handsome brother. Hello, cupcake.” Dean was so going to tease Sam for the rest of his life for it.

“You really live up for Sam's description.” You giggled, heading towards the kitchen “Come in, I'm baking.”

“So, you and Layla still live together?”

“Most of the time, yes. You know how she is, comes and goes. Never wanted to stay in a place for too long and got a job that supported that.” The boys followed you, Dean examining the kitchen and trying to discover what you were cooking through the smell, while Sam couldn't take his eyes on you, “Apparently, just like you.”

Even though your back was facing them as you checked the food, the bite didn't pass unnoticed, “I had to leave, (Y/N)”

“I understand that, Sam. But you never called or texted. It was like I--” You quickly corrected yourself, “We never existed for you.”

“It's not like that.” Sam sighed, how could he justify? He knew you wouldn't buy a simple excuse. You were smart, and knew him too well to swallow a 'I went on a trip with my brother and just decided that college wasn't my deal' and leave it for that.

“I'm here!” Layla declared, arriving into the room with an excited smile, it was good to have the gang back together. Although, the tangible tension almost made her go back to the shower, “Am I interrupting something?”

“A sitcom DR.” Dean answered with sarcasm, spreading his figure on the chair when you turned around with an apple pie in your hands “What about we talk about the ca-- Is this pie?”

“We heard a scream followed by a loud roar and (Y/N) stayed near the camping part because there was still a signal and I went looking for who it was. When I got there, the thing ran away. Jorge's body... No human did that. His chest was cracked open irregularly, as if it was done by an animal and his heart looked weird. Like it was squeezed and drawn on up somehow?”

“We got a Samia.” Dean stated, relaxing on his spot. Some sault, rosemary and fire would do the job just fine, “Let me guess, it left a clawn near the body or inside it?”

Layla nodded, “Right in the chest or what lasted of it.”

“Are you okay? Finding the body in that state.” A comprehensive manner englobed Sam's question, whom noticed the normality with his friend described finding a shattered body.

“Just some guts.” She shrugged, a grimace was all the reaction they'd get. Crying wouldn't help, neither being terrorized as they expected her too. “I've seen Grey's Anatomy enough not to care about it.”

“Well, I'm literally a medicine student and I am still not okay with that. Especially after you made me go and check the body.” You argued, glaring at your best friend who'd only roll her eyes in response.

“I needed a professional to say if he was dead or not!”

“You need a therapist.”

Dean got up, looking straight at Layla. Time to play the hero in shining armor, “Don't worry with that, we will take care of it.”

Frowning, you were the one to respond, “Do you work for the police now or?”

“Are implying that we investigate it by ourselves?” Your best friend added.

Dean couldn't believe his brother. How the fuck did he let them get inside without saying they didn't know about the hunting business? It was a luck shot that they didn't think much when he said Samia.

“Nope. Not you two. We will do it.” The blonde one said, pointing at them with a smirk.

“I agree, we will do it.” Layla replied, matching his taunt smile.

“Sam, I'm not letting you and your brother do it by yourself. Jorge was my professor, I knew him. Besides, we found the body.” You got on your feet and crossed your arms, waiting for a response. Sam always had a sort of hero complex, ready to help no matter what, but there was no way you'd be letting him go into danger with his brother. Getting in your dormitory to kill a cockroach back then or facing an idiot during a bar fight to protect one of your friends was something, but this? They were talking about looking for an assassin. What if something happened to him? You were the one who called. All on you. The thought of Sam getting hurt for any reason was unbearable, but because of you? You weren't willing to do that.

“You would be in danger, (Y/N). You both.” He tried to explain, internally hoping you'd accept his reasoning and let it go. Sam didn't want you to become one of the friends who knew about this life, you deserve more. He already lost one woman he loved in this city, he couldn't lose another.

You huffed in frustration, “Just like you will!” 

“It's different.” As he was terrified of, you insisted. Arms crossed still and eyes locked with his, determined to get something from him. Sam was smart enough to know that you would keep it going. Perhaps he could give you a short explanation, “Me and my brother, we are used to this. We hunt things like that.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. The way Sam talked remembered her of animal hunting, although she highly doubted that was the case, “Little more explanation?'”

“Monsters are real. Vampires, werewolves, spirits. The list goes on. Call us crazy. Roll the credits.” Sarcasm saltered every word of Dean's as he gestured up and down with a cocky smile. Everyone glared at him, a special furious look from his brother, “What? I thought they knew what we did and that's why she called.”

“Sam?” Your voice was fragile when you said his name, a demonstration that you would believe him through the fear of the truth, but that he had to say it.

Sam laid his hazel eyes on you. God, how he wished he didn't have to confirm anything, to break your vision of world so abruptly, “Dean is right. Supernatural things are real. I know it sounds--”

“Unbelievable? Problematic? Scary?”

“Yeah, all of them.” Sam offered you a humorless smile, then holding your hand the way he used to when you were nervous about an exam, “But I wouldn't lie to you, cupcake.”

The silence was broken by Layla opening a bottle of Whiskey, pouring them for the three people in the room besides herself. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, while Sam wore a tiny smile and Dean was astonished.

Noticing the eyes glued, the latina just shrugged “What? If you are gonna tell me that Dracula is real and you are a sort of Buffy's apprentice, then we will need some alcohol.”

“Why did you call?” Sammy asked, his brows knotted together, mouth slight open as he waited for your response. “You didn't know what I did. And he wasn't my professor at Stanford. Then why did you call, (Y/N)?”

You could make up a hundred excuses. Lie and say he was the one friend besides Layla that you had somehow a way to get to. Appeal to the excuse of 'I felt something weird about the death and you said I should call if I ever had a problem of any kind'. But for as much as you felt horrible for using a death as a pretext for calling him, that was partially the truth. You already had put yourself into a mess of monsters and a drained heart, it couldn't be scarier than being honest to Sam and to yourself.

At least, you hoped so. But your heart was rushing like when you saw Jorge's body. Jesus, when did love become so morbid?

You took a deep breath, oxygen barely achieving your lungs, and then started to talk.

“I wanted to call you the minute that you left, Sam. I almost did a million times.” You answered, looking down at the bottle of a sort of plant that he was putting in a dark green bag. “I thought about what you could be doing, what was so important that you couldn't send me a message. But you just didn't want to call, I guess.”

“I wanted to call, of course I did.” You scoffed at his statement, looking up to match his eyes, “(Y/N), I'm serious.”

“You didn't even come to Jess' funeral, Sam. Layla said that maybe you needed to leave to clear your mind, that was too much to deal with. But I was so worried, and sad and confused and I wanted to talk to you because you would understand, you always did. About anything. And I wanted to give you some sort of comfort, but--” You lifted your hands and shrugged your shoulder, a broken chuckle leaving your body. “But you weren't here.”

“You stopped leaving messages after two weeks. Calling was gone when it made a moth.” You sniffed. Sam's lips curved into a pure, cautelous grin. God, he was always so sweet. “The emails took two months.”

“You were never good with dates. I gave you a calendar in your freshman week.” Your teeth met your lower lip. He didn't answer, only nodding at your affirmation, omitting the fact that he still had the calendar between latin books and pieces of newspapers, “Yet, you remember all of it.”

Sam leaned forward, holding your hand with all the delicacy you would expect from a sculptor. It had been too long since he hugged you, and his touch made all your skin tickle with warmth. “I missed you too, (Y/N). I thought about you all those years.”

“So, Cupcake?”

"Let's focus on the case, Dean."

“Then you can go back and eat your cupcake?” He remarked with a grin. His brother just huffed, pointing the flashlight through the trees, “So, Layla…”

Sam rolled his eyes, like he usually did when Dean started being too Dean for his liking, “Dean. The case.”

Before he could make another teaseful comment, a roar invaded their audition. The hunters gave each other a quick glance before heading towards the direction of the noise.

Shaking the salt and rosemary mixture in his hands, Dean smirked, “That's it. Time to shine, cupcake.”

“I have to admit. Being patched up by a doctor is better than by Dean.”

A surprised, half relieved laughter came out your body as you finished another stitch on Sam's arm. That boy was unbelievable; openly talking and making jokes about his brother, who was also being patched up by your best friend in company of a bottle of whiskey, while he spoke about Layla's name being a rock song. You were working on a large wound on his shoulder-- which you were sure that was full of dirt from the forest.

Medicine student, but I'll take that complement.” You winked at him, gaining a soft grin from Sammy, “I was expecting more blo-- Why are you smiling? I'm touching a recent wound. It doesn't look dangerous, but I'm sure it is supposed to hurt. A lot.”

Sam's answer came out easily, the bare, vulnerable truth: “I'm happy you are here.”

You looked at him, his hair longer than before, but the soft simper remained on his face. You bit your lip to hold a giggle; her heart dared to hope. What he expected when he said things like this? A quiet contentment spread through his expression while he watched your reaction.

“You should have come home sooner.” 

His mouth formed a line, “I don't have a home, (Y/N). It's just Dean, me and the road now.”

“No, Sam.” Shaking your head lightly, you intertwined your fingers with his. His life was dangerous, you couldn't afford the luxury of waiting even more to share what you had finally admitted to yourself in the moment he walked through the door. It didn't seem like the easiest, simpler situation. But the only hard thing you couldn’t go through was to be away from Sam Winchester. He lingered on you for years, you were done letting him run away. It was time to hold his hand and walk together. “You should've come home sooner. To me.”

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[thebeeduo]

Ranboo: That's fine. That was on the ground by the way

Tubbo: I copped (the merch)

Ranboo: Wow, look at this. That is incredibly

Tubbo: I copped the merch! I'm not on brand

Ranboo: You too can cop the merch September 5th! *thumbs up*

Tubbo: *thumbs up*

Ranboo: That was good. That was a good transition

Tubbo: *laughs*

Ranboo: That was a good (transition)

[Lag]

Tubbo: (I did) I fixed it..

Ranboo: You fixed it? Ok, that's good

Tubbo: ..when I was inside. It does this weird thing where it goes grey..

Ranboo: Yeah?

Tubbo: ..every now and then

Ranboo: Okay..

Tubbo: That's because that thing got wet once and now it just keeps going grey randomly

Ranboo: Well, we hate it so.. *mouth fart noise* Maybe it was the tree demon

Tubbo: We don't hate me. That cost me a lot of money!

Ranboo: Maybe it was the tree demon the whole time

Tubbo: The tree demon is messing with the stream?

Ranboo: People are saying that the camera is still glitching. Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: That's cringe!

Ranboo: Are they just straight up lying?

Tubbo: I'll go see.. Um..

Ranboo: "It's Lani"? Lani is actually sitting right there so..

Tubbo: Uh.. Shake your hands around lots

Ranboo: *waves at camera* Greetings! I don't know what wrong with the camera

Tubbo: It's fine!

Ranboo: It's fine?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: You sure?

Tubbo: Yeah

Ranboo: Alright. Alright, "We're good now"? "It's fine now"? That's good. That's good. Alright. Subscribe for- Ok, whatever. Alright, mkay. What are- Ok, wait wait wait. We can use the ghost hunting app

Tubbo: I don't want to do ghost hunting

Ranboo: No let's see what words we can get. Let's see what words we can get with this

Tubbo: Ahh.. Can I talk to it?

Ranboo: I mean that's not the talking one

Tubbo: Hello Ranboo phone!

Tubbo and Ranboo: "Designate"

Ranboo: It actually changed as soon as it got to your hands

Tubbo: What am I designating bro?

Ranboo: What are you designating? It just gave us the words "designate" and I just don't know what that means

Tubbo: "Designated driver"? Am I the designated driver?

Ranboo: You cannot drive

Tubbo: Is this because I don't drink?

Ranboo: You just cannot drive

Tubbo: Yo, how ghosty are you? *puts phone to Ranboo's neck*

Tubbo: *Ranboo receives a notification* Oh. Well..

Ranboo: You got a notification as soon as you did that. So pretty ghosty I think. Alright, what's my ghost word?

Tubbo: Maybe if I just flip it upside down

Ranboo: No no no no, what's my ghost word? Let's put it, like, on me. What's my ghost word?

Tubbo: I'm designated *thumbs up*

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. Give it to me

Tubbo: I'm designated

Ranboo: Give me my ghost word. It's not giving me my ghost word. You suck!

Tubbo: You're just not as cool as I am

Ranboo: You suck! and I hate you!

Ghost app: *growling/whispering noises*

Tubbo: *scared* Why did it just roar and why did it just get windy?

Ranboo: "Along"

Tubbo: You're "along", I'm "designate"

Ranboo: "Designate along". What does that mean?

Tubbo: Designate along..

Ranboo: At first I thought it said "among" and I was about to lose my mind. I was so excited for a second there

Tubbo: I really want to go inside now. Can we stop playing now?

Ranboo: No no no no no! Ok, here, let's use the radio one, alright? Let's use the radio one. Oh, I immediately get a negative.. sign

Tubbo: No, that's because I flipped off the ghost

Ranboo: Flip off the ghost some more, I wanna see what happens

Tubbo: Noo, no I don't want to. I feel like I've got spiders all over me. Ow

Ranboo: Come on! I want to be the one who got possessed, why is it you! Gosh darn it!

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: You sure? You're feeling spiders on yourself. That's kinda.. you know..

Tubbo: Maybe there's just spiders in your dress

Ranboo: I don't know! Let's start another seance thing. Let's do that, ok? Let's do it

Tubbo: *whining*

Ranboo: What is your name or are you here, answer one of those, I do not know.. Let us see

Ranboo: Are you here? Why are there so many bugs on the pentagram. There's like an unearthly amount of- There's actually so many.. Get the bugs off the [unintelligible]

Tubbo: Because bugs are attracted to light

Ranboo: Are you here?

Ranboo: I don't- It's just not moving anymore. You have angered it a lot

Tubbo: Nooo, I'm sorry

Ranboo: You realise as soon as you said it, it, like, turned it off

Ranboo: Do something! Please! Alright, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna take some recommendations from chat on what shall we do. Let take some recommendations on chat, alright?

Tubbo: I don't want to..

Ranboo: "Among us". "Tubbo is possessed let's go"

Tubbo: I'd better not- If I'm possessed dude, I'm kicking you out of my house. Go somewhere else. Go get a hotel, I don't care

Ranboo: Dude, if you get possessed, that gives me ever more reason to stay because that means I get to live with a possessed person which is awesome!

Tubbo: Noo. If I get possessed, I wanna be left alone! I wanna be left alone!

Ranboo: Which is awesome. Alright, "Say goodbye to the demon"? No, I want the demon here. I wanna fight it. I wanna fight the demon. "Tell the demon to buy merch". So true, I love the VIPs in my chat.

Tubbo: I.. am.. unhappy

Ranboo: "Put salt"? *gasp* We should put salt on him.. and see what happens

Tubbo: No

Ranboo: Hmm... Hmm... "Ever since it counted down it stopped working". That is true, you did kinda..

Tubbo: I broke it

Ranboo: You did kinda- "Ask it to scratch one of you". Scratch one of us! Scratch me! Scratch me! That would be awesome

Tubbo: *punches Ranboo*

Ranboo: That was just a punch and that hurt!

Tubbo: Good. I'm not having a good time

Ranboo: Ow! O-Ow... That a-Ow.. wow

Tubbo: I mean, to be fair, it hurt me more than you. I punched with my thumb on the inside of my hand

Ranboo: Oh that was just your fault

Tubbo: Ow.. Yeah

Ranboo: Scratch me! Scratch me! Fight me, actually! Punch me, perhaps. But not like that *points at Tubbo* You notice how as soon as I asked the demon to harm me, you punched me? *staring at Tubbo* You know w- *camera glitches and cuts off audio*

Tubbo: I don't wanna be possessed

Ranboo: "Get a professional"? I am a professional. Right? Right?

Tubbo: I need holy water

Ranboo: *audio cuts off* What do you want me to do?

Tubbo: *laughs* Boil the hell out of some water *camera and audio glitch again*

Ranboo: What do you want me to do? People are saying "lag" *stream lag*

Ranboo: Ok, that worked. That actually worked as soon as I said that. I am so powerful. Ahh man

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: Well.. kinda too late for me at least

Tubbo: I don't wanna be a demon!

Ranboo: How do you think I became so popular on content creation in such little time?

Tubbo: By using the- No I can't- I'm under an NDA (non-disclosure agreement) I can't say..

Ranboo: Stop saying that I'm an industry plant and just say-

Tubbo: You're an industry plant!

Ranboo: I would rather be called a demon than an industry plant

Tubbo: You're an industry plant

Ranboo: I'm not an industry plant. That is not true. That is not true

Tubbo: Oh grey screen is back

Ranboo: It went grey again? I'm gonna- Ok we're fine

Tubbo: It only does it for like two seconds. Relax, holy crap

Ranboo: But the thing is though, like-

Tubbo: What's that Harry Styles song about the watermelon? *starts dancing*

Ranboo: What does that have anything- I'm explaining to you how I'm a demon

Tubbo: Maybe the demon likes songs. Wait, I wanna play a song to the demon

Ranboo: Oh wait! Yeah let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Wait, no, let me pick! I wanna pick one

Ranboo: Let's play a song to the demon

Tubbo: Um.. Ok! Does the demon like "Airplane Mode" *jamming*

Ranboo: I have something. Now, here, ok. You've got yours. Now let me play my song to the demon. *white noise*

Tubbo: *starts singing Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas* When the beat drops, gotta get that that that that. Boom boom boom, gotta get that. Boom boom boom gotta get that *dancing*

Ranboo: So how come you enjoy this? Why do you suddenly enjoy this when I'm playing the music that's meant for the demon?

Tubbo: Stooop! I was just joking

Ranboo: The evidence is piling up, ladies and gentlemen. Tubbo is possessed, I think

Tubbo: I am not!

Ranboo: The evidence is kinda piling up quite a bit actually

Tubbo: Leave me alone! I'm not possessed!

Ranboo: Quite a good amount!

Tubbo: Stop saying I'm possessed

Ranboo: So how come you keep doing things that the demon- that I'm asking the demon to do

Tubbo: I literally just did a TikTok dance

Ranboo: Yeah, 'cause I said that the demon would like the music

Tubbo: The demon wouldn't have done that. The demon would've not "hit the woah" or the weird Q&A thing (ref: The "Questions I get Asked" TikTok dance)

Ranboo: Who do you think- Who do you think invented those things? Demons on TikTok

Tubbo: *gasp* What?!

Ranboo: Yeah, that's right. TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: TikTok demons? Tik-emons?

Ranboo: TikTok is run by demons

Tubbo: I'm not possessed dude. They're all saying that I'm possessed

Ranboo: You might be.. You could be

Tubbo: I'm not possessed

Ranboo: No, out of either of us, honestly, I would be the one to be possessed.. Honestly.. I already am *stares at camera*

Tubbo: Heeughh.. I'm sus!

Ranboo: *does hands gestures* Yeah

Tubbo: This is comfy!

Ranboo: I mean, the thing- Wow so you're saying that my merch that comes out on September 5th is quite comfortable? Wow, what a great review from Tubbo himself!

Tubbo: Oh *facepalms* It also smells of sweat

Ranboo: No, it does not! I know it doesn't

Tubbo: *sniffs Ranboo's hoodie*

Ranboo: It does not

Tubbo: How sweaty are you? *keeps sniffing*

Ranboo: I'm not at all! He's just trying to slander me!

Tubbo: *intensely sniffing hoodie* It does smell like you though. Everything that you touch gets that "you" smell. It's kinda weird..

Ranboo: That's really really weird actually

Tubbo: Like..

Ranboo: I think you may be possessed honestly

Tubbo: No!

Ranboo: How do you have a sense of smell that does-

Tubbo: No, I'm not even kidding! Where you sit on my sofa, you make the area of my sofa where you slept smell like you, and I'm like *sniffs hoodie* Eugh!

Ranboo: *silent*

Tubbo: *pats Ranboo* No, you don't smell that bad. It's ok! There there

Ranboo: *moves arms away and stares at Tubbo*

Tubbo: I'm not a demon!

Ranboo: No, I'm not doing that because I think you're a demon. I'm doing that just because it's.. weird. Just incredibly weird

Tubbo: What? No.. Sympathy pats?

Ranboo: No sympathy pats

Tubbo: Oh..

Ranboo: No more

Tubbo: Oh I just got a text message from TommyInnit. All will be ok

Ranboo: That was in a group chat

Tubbo: Wait, who the hell is this?

Ranboo: That was in a group chat so..

Tubbo: Wait..

Ranboo: That was in a group chat.. That's kinda sad that you said you got a text from TommyInnit but it was just in a group chat. So that's kinda sad..

Tubbo: Do you know that number?

Ranboo: Nope!

Tubbo: Uh oh..

Ranboo: Anyway.. "Ask the demon if he likes the Dream SMP"? Will do. Do you like Dream SMP?

Tubbo: How big is your willy?

Ranboo: It said yes!

Tubbo: Did it actually?

Ranboo: The tree demon is a Dream SMP enjoyer! Woo! Welp, and now it's just spelling out words. "S" "T" "O" "P" "W" "H". "Stop while".. "Stop while you".. "Stop while you can"!

Tubbo: I.. really hate-

Ranboo: You would like that, wouldn't you? You wimp! You wimp!

Tubbo: *takes Ranboo's phone and throws it away* Knock that off! I hate this!

Ranboo: My phone... my phone!

Tubbo: Have my phone

Ranboo: You don't have demon apps on your phone!

Tubbo: I don't like it! It's being creepy!

Ranboo: What do you mean it's "being creepy"! I told y-

Tubbo and Ranboo: *stare at demon Ouija app's planchette moving on its own in fear*

Tubbo: *scared* Why is it going on its own?

Ranboo: It's going on its own

Tubbo: I just wanna leave. Can- I'm going to bed dude, it's past my bedtime. I'm honestly- I'm gonna go-

Ranboo: Can you at least grab me my phone?

Tubbo: Yeah.. I'm done

Ranboo: You're done? What do you mean you're done?

Tubbo: Why did it just say "No"? It said "no", I'm not done *scared*. I am done! Leave me alone!

Ranboo: You're not done. You're never done

[uno-writing]

Yea my pfp is throwing me off too. Like that picture is basically my online identity now, I saw an ask that I had set and I was like cool, nice hc fodder and it took me a full thirty seconds to realize that it was ME lol. Like no shit every online account I have had the same pfp. Honestly I might change it back bc the only reason I changed in the the first place is bc someone made fun of me after I told them how long id had it, and honestly fuck them. In the other hand I really do like the cat picture a lot, and maybe it is time for a change? Idk.

Mhm, sera fluff, I've decided to be a sera simp bc she deserves so much more love.

Remember to get plenty of rest berri. I'm sorry about ur insomnia!! Drink water too!! Thank you for ur writing u, keep me happy

Boba anon 🧋

Lol I get that dude. When I first changed up my profile pic, I went on the unordinary tag and I saw so many posts from this dude with a pixel art-esque profile pic and it took me a minute to be like ‘oh wait that’s me lmao’ But I gotta say, if you like your old profile pic better then fuck whoever made fun of you for it. Who gives a shit how long you’ve had a profile pic?? It’s easy to get attached to something like that, especially if you see it alot. Like I’ve got some profiles that I’ve had the same pic for 5 years and others that I like to change every month or so. They’re so weird for caring that much about your profile pic lol And as much as I love my chaotic cat pic, I’m sure whatever you decide to go with will be awesome!

She does!!! As much as I love Arlo, the rest of the cast need more fluff and attention😤 Especially since I had to make a pt 2 to Arlo’s masterlist lmao

Get plenty of rest and drink lots of water as well, Boba Anon!!! It’s all good, it comes and goes every few months so I’m sure it’ll go away soon🤞I’m glad you enjoy my writing so much 🥺🥰 You all have helped me a lot with my confidence bc I used not to show anyone my writing and now I’ve got almost 500 posts about my writing specifically😅I’m still kind of in shock about the whole 500 posts thing, like it happened SO FAST and I never thought I’d have this many posts when I started posting😅I especially didn’t think I’d have so many beloved anons frequenting my blog <3 <3🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨

Sera’s head snaps forwards due to the smack of wet snow against the back of her head. She turns and sees a guilty looking Y/N, their hands clasped over their face to hold back their laughter. Sera sighs and bends over, grabbing a handful of snow and shaping it into a snowball.

“Remember, you started this.” Sera hums, a smile working it’s way onto her face despite her attempts to seem annoyed. Y/N jumps to action, grabbing some snow and forming it into a rushed ball before chucking it at Sera. She watches as the poorly formed snowball lands several feet in front of her, an amused look on her face as she perfects her own snowball. Y/N’s frantically laughing now, practically just throwing handfuls of snow at Sera as they anxiously wait for Sera to finally throw the snowball. Sera’s amused at their antics and she drops her almost perfect snowball, opting to grab two handfuls of snow before running at Y/N. Y/N laughs in delight, kicking some snow at Sera before running away. Sera watches as their foot gets hung up on something under the snow and they trip, falling face first into the snow. “You okay?” Sera asks and Y/N laughs, nodding.

“Yeah, just watch out for that root.” Y/N warns, kicking some of the snow off of the root to make it more obvious. Sera shakes her head at Y/N and moves closer to them, a mischievous grin forming on her face. She grabs the hood of Y/N’s jacket and shoves the snow into it before hooking it over their head. Y/N squeals as the snow makes contact with their head and neck before quickly scrambling away from Sera. Sera laughs so hard at the betrayed look on their face that she doesn’t see Y/N grab as much snow as they can. They throw as much of it as they can at Sera, a good amount of the snow hitting her in the face and then tumbling to her neck. Sera looks at Y/N with a face of challenge and Y/N quickly puts their hands up defensively. “Truce?”