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I want a cringe fail boyfriend so bad
#tis i#give me a loveable nerd with a good smile and a dumb hobby he loves but sucks at#I’m talking pure sunshine with horrifically made lopsided scarves or something#absolutely wanna kiss the hell out of him#incorrect quotes supply
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Basim Ibn Ishaq headcanons
Basim Ibn Ishaq x GN!reader
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Basim is an “actions speak louder than words” man. He’s kind of reserved by nature and has spent many years mastering the art of controlling his emotions during his time in Alamut.
That being said, his love language is definitely acts of service.
It starts off small – you both have a passion for literature, a common ground he has yet to realize. He’s talking to Fuladh about a recent poem he’s just read, reciting his favorite lines, when he hesitates at the end. He’s trying to remember the final verse when you jump in and quote it for him, and Basim shoots you an amused look.
“Since when do you enjoy poetry? ”
He tries to surprise you sometimes – he likes to lend you his favorite books, and if you indulge the man, he’ll even rant about his favorite poets/poetesses and their works. It becomes a bonding mechanism between the two of you, and it might look corny to an outsider; but you see how excited Basim gets when you say you liked the book he gave you, and suddenly, it’s like their opinion doesn’t even matter.
When the life of a Hidden One keeps you up at night –whether that be because of a nightmare or a stress-induced fever– Basim keeps you company. He knows the feeling all too well and refuses to leave you alone, unless that’s something you want. He will sneak into your room with a bowl of fruit and a book in hand.
“May I offer you a poem in these trying times”
Boom you’re sold
It’s a secret of his, but he likes writing poetry, too. He’ll die before admitting it though – and anyone who dares read his work will have to pry it from his cold, dead hands.
That being said, he might let you read something here and there (only the poems he’s revised a hundred times), but you have to swear that you won’t tell anyone.
You don’t mind. It’s like your little secret anyway.
Despite his preference for acts of service, he’s going to try to compliment you every now and then. You can always tell he’s being genuine, and when you thank him, he grants you a warm smile and a courteous nod.
He’s a very good listener. You could be talking about anything and he’d be listening intently, nodding along and asking questions. And nothing escapes him, really – he’s got an amazing memory and will remember your birthday, your favorite food, the friendly camel you met two weeks ago, or even the day you first saw fireworks.
He remembers that day well. The bright lights were sizzling and popping in the sky as you watched them, transfixed. You’d turned to face him with a big grin on your face, and in your excitement, asked him an obvious question: “Did you see that?”
He smiled and nodded, because of course he did.
He didn’t. He was looking at you.
But besides that, nothing escapes him!
He has a habit of shielding you from the elements. When it’s scorching hot, he hovers his hand over your face to keep the sun from your eyes. When it’s windy, he likes to use his stature to shelter you from the breeze. And on rainy days, he cocoons you in scarves and cloaks to keep you from getting wet.
Basim starts laughing more around you, and you both become incredibly closer. You have so many inside jokes that it’s hard to keep track of them, and perhaps it’s starting to get to the other Hidden Ones too. Roshan just sighs as she watches the two of you because you’re both oblivious fools.
He definitely starts coming out of his shell with time, even dropping a pick up line here and there. The first time it happened it caught you so off guard he panicked and lost all sense of his training in three seconds.
“Well, – Nehal is calling me. I’ll see you around.” and he tailed it out of there, tripping over a vase before regaining his footing and scrambling away.
He wouldn’t approach the subject again, and if you were in his proximity he would be as stiff as a board – until you made a move too. You flirted with him out of the blue and he just widened his eyes and pointed at you.
😳🫵🏽
Things change from there and he tries to flirt more (and he’s so dorky he makes everyone within audible distance groan and leave). You’re organizing the books at the bureau, the one place you probably frequent more than your own home, when he comes in.
“You come around here often?”
You give him a deadpan expression, because he can obviously do better than that, and he grimaces.
“Yeah. No more of that.”
Biggest supporter ever. If you speak another language other than Arabic, he wants to know all about it. He’s a smart man, he can learn a couple of expressions quickly, and pretty soon you’re having simple conversations in your tongue.
That being said, if you cuss someone out in said language he’ll probably try to remove you from the situation. He’s not keen on confrontation, especially with civilians, but if they wronged you in any way, he’d be all like “Yeah, what they said!” “And you better remember it!”
An absolute sucker for forehead kisses. He’s not very fond of PDA but he always kisses your temple when he has to leave or walk past you. It’s a ghostly touch, you almost don’t notice it, but it makes your cheeks flush every time.
Likes to hold your face in his hands and just look at you. It can end with him either smiling and kissing the corner of your mouth (on a good day) or pulling your hood down to blind you and ruin the moment (when he’s feeling a little silly). You call out his name and he just barks out a laugh as he climbs onto the rooftops.
He’s actually a little shit (affectionate) (derogatory)
#assassins creed#assassins creed valhalla#assassins creed mirage#basim ibn ishaq#ac basim#ac mirage#ac mirage x reader#basim ibn ishaq x reader#basim ibn ishaq x you#basim x reader#assassins creed loki#assassins creed headcanons#ac mirage headcanons#assassins creed mirage headcanons
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tag yourself as the poets only it's things me, my friends, or people I know have done/said:
neil: performed in a very nice play that our drama professor also attended (she was sitting next to us, too, like in the film!); has written a play with their drama group; great listener; loves puns; big hozier fan; has a great love for the sea; can quote old barbie movies
todd: mutes the group chat before an exam so that they don't get even more stressed because of everyone discussing the exam; points at random cats in the street and says "cat"; zones out sometimes during group conversations; bartender wasn't convinced that they were old enough to be drinking alcohol
knox: hid in the bathroom and refused to come out when their crush responded to a text; listens to dark wave music; likes sunny weather because they get to wear their sunglasses (they look so cool fr); sometimes they don't get puns; a hopeless romantic; loves going to the movies alone
charlie: called our professor a milf. that's it
meeks: reads random wikipedia and jstor articles for fun; loves dr. who; appreciates cheese in every meal; knows how to play minesweeper; somehow always stays out of drama but still knows everything that happened from all accounts; uses diagrams to explain everything; always the one to calculate what each of us has to pay when we go out for drinks/food
pitts: never takes the bus, always walks to places; sends memes first thing in the morning; has a collection of scarves; has a specific time of the day assigned to napping; can actually cook
#dead poets fandom#dead poets society#todd anderson#dps#dark academia#neil perry#charlie dalton#steven meeks#gerard pitts#knox overstreet#tag yourself#haha
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Always Been His
A/N: This is part two of this fic and it was requested by @allisonargent144.
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Everyone was sitting around Derek's loft for pack night, a new tradition to build up everyone's connection and trust with the others of the pack. Originally, Chris and I weren't going to be a part of it but Allison started dating Scott and joined the pack so Chris and I decided to join too. The pack is mostly teenagers who got the bite for different reasons, except for Scott, Allison, and Stiles. Maybe, Lydia, but she hasn't officially joined the pack yet, but I have a feeling she will soon enough.
Scott was forced to take the bite, Allison joined for love, and Stiles, sweet baby Stiles did it out of loyalty. Out of everyone in the pack, other than Allison, Stiles has to be my favorite. I'm sarcastic by nature and Chris isn't so it's fun to be able to banter with someone. I feel like I've adopted him and Scott as my sons since they're at my house more than they are their own.
Scott and Allison are always, 'studying,' or watching movies and Stiles is dragged along because Scott doesn't have a car to drive. After realizing Stiles literally sat at our dining room table and did schoolwork or research while his two best friends did fun stuff I took pity on the boy and kept him company, that's how I figured out he's the brains of the pack.
I'm also trying to set him up with Lydia, his long term crush, and it's become my mission to get them together so Stiles is no longer the third wheel and actually has some happiness. He's also surprisingly good with children. After I gave birth to Aria, he was a huge help, he won't change diapers but that's about the only thing he won't do. Even Chris likes him and Scott, he just won't admit it.
In my opinion Scott and Allison are absolutely adorable. He adores her and treats her like a princess and Allison loves him more than most people would think possible at her age. In some ways they remind me of Chris and I when we were in high school.
The first time Chris met Scott as Allison's boyfriend it was a bit rocky and Scott looked like he was going to shit himself at any given moment, I have to hand it to him though, I was impressed at how well he handled it.
Chris pulled every page out of every book he's got and was impressed but also annoyed that Scott handled it all so well. Do you want a drink? Oh no sir, I don't drink. You want a smoke? No thank you, I never want to smoke, the smell makes me sick. Do you want to have sex with my daughter? Uh, I feel like that's a trick question, sir. I say yes, I'm dead, I say no and you'll think I don't want her or something. I'll just say that at the moment no, in the future, probably.
I almost jumped across the table to give him a hug but I was too busy gloating to Chris about how I was right and the boy really was a sweetheart. After Scott left and Allison had went to bed I asked Chris what he thought, he answered by saying, and I quote, "She could do worse." In Chris talk that means, 'I like him, he's a good kid'.
Similar to Stiles, Scott isn't afraid to help with Aria, in fact he adores her. I think him and Stiles both secretly wanted a younger sibling and when Aria was born they adopted her as their sister. I can't complain because between the armory in our garage, Scott's fangs and claws, and Stiles' bat, Aria is one safe little girl.
I hum and rock Aria to sleep as I watch the kids play a game of Monopoly, a little worried a fight's about to break loose because Isaac is convinced Stiles is cheating and Stiles keeps responding with, "Dude! If I was cheating I'd be in charge of the money because I could skim off of it without anyone noticing." Or, my personal favorite, "Oh my god, stop acting like a little bitch because you can't manage your money. There's a reason I have cool flannels and a jeep and you have ugly ass scarves and a bike. Suck it up and pay up, you're on Boardwalk and I own that shit, gimme."
I snort at the last one as Chris bites back a laugh and leans over, "I see why you like him, he's sassy. Do you want anything to drink?"
I nod, "Yeah, a water please." He nods and heads towards the kitchen as I smirk when I notice the small, yet noticeable look Lydia throws Stiles when the latter rips the money out of Isaac's hand with a, "Thank you! Now, go back to Baltic Avenue. Bastard. I swear those scarves stop your brain from functioning sometimes."
I look up in confusion when the door to the loft open's but before I can turn around a voice I wished I'd never hear again speaks, "Nephew, I didn't know you were having friend's over."
Derek roles his eyes from his spot on the couch, "Makes sense since you weren't invited."
I bite back a noise of amusement hoping he doesn't notice me but my luck sucks and he's standing in front of me before Chris can get back to me, "Well, hello Darling, it's good to see you."
I roll my eyes as Chris comes to stand by me, "Wish I could say the same."
He rolls his eyes before sneering at Chris and looking back at me, "I see you still associate with the enemy."
I scowl and tuck Aria closer to my chest feeling the need to protect her, "He's only the enemy because he got what you wanted, and I have to say, I am so glad I never wasted a second on you."
He growls and Chris steps a little closer and I notice Derek stand from the corner of my eye. I glance at Aria when she makes a discontented noise and I glare at Peter, "I swear, if you wake her up..." I leave the threat hang in the air which makes Peter growl louder, and that one does wake Aria, and boy does she wake up with a start.
I get off the couch as Aria starts screaming throwing one last glare at Peter before walking away so I have enough space to walk around. However, once again I'm cut off by Peter materializing out of fucking nowhere. I groan as Aria keeps crying, "Peter, leave me and my family alone. I have two kids, four if you count the two stragglers Allison brought home, and I'd really like for them to remain safe, and to be honest, I'm terrified you'll hurt one of them to get to me. So, please leave."
Aria seems to start crying louder and I can faintly hear Peter ranting and raving but I'm to busy trying to soothe my baby to pay attention but I do hear the word divorce, which makes me roll my eyes. I finally zone in when Derek roars at him, "Get out, Peter! You aren't welcome here when they're here. You have an unhealthy obsession with her and it has to stop! She's married, with kids!"
Chris comes to stand in front of me as Peter's eyes glow blue before he growls at Derek, "I can make them all disappear, and I'll do it too if it means I get her!"
I squeeze Aria even tighter to me as Chris pushes me back slightly but it's all for nothing when Derek swings and knocks Peter out with one punch. He stands above his mentally deranged uncle as his eyes remain red, "You guys should go. I don't know what I'm going to do with him but I don't want to take the chance that he'll wake up when you guys are still here."
I nod before grabbing Chris's hand, "Come on Chris. Let's get the kid's home. At that Allison jumps up followed by Scott and Stiles. I glance at them before sighing, "Boys, you should probably go home."
Stiles scoffs, "Hell no Mrs. A. He just threatened you and Aria, besides Scott will be able to sense him if he's close to the house."
I glance at Chris and he nods and I smile, "Okay, you two can come stay over but Scott, you don't go into Allison's room unless Stiles is with you or the door is open."
They all nod in agreement before following us out the door.
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It's well past midnight when Derek texts that Peter won't be an issue anymore and I'm not interested in what that means but I trust Derek enough to believe we've seen the last of Peter. I slowly get off the couch and tiptoe over the bodies on the floor that accumulated throughout the evening.
As I grab a glass of water I feel arms circle my waist as I look at the mass of teenagers sprawled across the living room floor. I lean into the solid chest behind me as I whisper, "I feel like we've adopted six extra kids, and I can't really be mad about it. They're all good kids, they all just have a few flaws, but hey, so do we."
Chris chuckles as he places a kiss on the top of my head, "Yeah, they're good kids. I can't believe I'm saying this but I feel safer with all of them around." I nod in agreement before excitedly whispering, "Did you see Stiles and Lydia?"
He shakes his head and buries his head in my neck, "You're ridiculous."
I roll my eyes continuing to smile, "But Chris, they're cuddling!"
#teen wolf#scott mccall#allison argent#chris argent#stiles stilinski#chris argent x reader#derek hale#isaac lahey#peter hale
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Items for Sale!
New year (almost), new items for sale with more on the way!
Right now, I have quote scarves from the Thai BL series KinnPorsche, and also one from Forestella, the best Korean crossover group to ever live.
I will have new listings also over the next few days and weeks as I finish other projects. If there are any sold out items you might like patterns for, please send me an ask, or reply to this post, and I might be able to put those up for purchase as well at some point.
All proceeds go to my cancer surgery, dental surgery, and getting me a functional wheelchair! Which is, as we all know, tough to do to survive in the USA. Times are tought for everyone, and I love you all! I hope you're going into 2024 with the best health and happiness that you can, and that we all won't be dirt poor forever! :D
Please feel free to spread this post around as much as you like! I would really appreciate it!
Since links will make posts disappear, here is how you can find my shops:
Etsy to buy the scarves:
(etsy) /shops/JupiterAJames
Ravelry to buy patterns:
(ravelry) stores/strawberries-and-limes
Donations if you just kinda wanna:
(ko-fi) /jupiterjames
(paypal) @jupiterajames
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I’m currently writing a Bamon fic that basically reimagines TVD, starting with them starting college and with Bonnie as the protagonist. And like I have SO many headcanons I’m gonna incorporate. A lot of them comes from the show but just elevated.
1. Bonnie
My lovely, mistreated Bonnie… boy do I have ideas for you. First of all, she’s going to have some good ass hairstyles. BLACK GIRL hairstyles. I think Bonnie loves to wear curly ponytails with decorated scarves, or like some long knotless braids. AHHH I have some ideas for her hair. But speaking of style, Bonnie loves the bohemian aesthetic. So, air of half tops, waist beads, long skirts, etc (go on Pinterest and type “bohemian black girl, and you���d see what I’m talking about). She wears alot of brown, green, beige and like golden colors. She wears red when she’s feeling spicy. Bonnie is also into candles, HEAVILY, and crystals. She’s not religious but spiritual. And for college, she’s majoring in dance and minoring in occult studies. Her favorite genre of dance is contemporary. And her favorite breakfast is cereal, and she’s most likely a vegetarian. Also I wanna change her background a bit. She actually grew up being raised by her mother and her grandmother. Her father left because he couldn’t or wouldn’t handle with their witch ancestry, when he found out.
2. Damon
Damon’s bisexual. That’s it, that’s the quote. But no seriously, I firmly believe that he is, and I stand by that. And also in my fic, Damon has this kind of… “punk rocker” aesthetic going. Imagine eyeliner, leather jackets with pins, ripped jeans, black and red color pallete. With that being said, he has a SICK fashion sense. He paints his own fingernails, mainly the color black. Another big thing about Damon is that he LOVES music. He is a music fanatic. He adores all the genres and can see the beauty in all of them, and he collects records. He also loves to play various of instruments. He has mastered the piano, the guitar, the violin and the trumpet and other shit too, and he loves to sing but he never sings infront of people. He loves to cook. Whenever he’s frustrated or gets startled, he swears in Italian. And speaking of Italian, Damon and Stefan’s were born in like the late 1400s or the early 1500s in Florence, Italy. And their family portrait was actually painted by the famous painter, Caravaggio. Damon didn’t come to America till the 1920s as he began to admire the American people’s party era.
3. Elena
She actually stays pretty much the same. However, Elena really likes Britney Spears so a lot of her outfits are inspired by her. She wears alot of dark colors, but you will see her in a pink matching tracksuit and a baby blue cropped top. Elena kind of takes every moment to show her belly button. Oh, and she loves cropped jackets. Veryyyyy Y2K going on here. Elena is trynna become a doctor but she’s also minoring in writing.
4. Caroline
I gotta be honest, I have no notes for Caroline cause I think her character in the show was written perfectly enough to be memorable and entertaining. However I think her aesthetic could be boosted up a notch to rest for her image. Caroline wears a lot of bubbly colors. Very bright but also soft color palette, so imagine a lot of soft pinks, blues, whites. She loves to wear plaid skirts and cardigans and sweaters. She’s trying to be a lawyer, which I fully expect from her. Think of Elle Woods without the hot pink.
5. Stefan
Stefan is good ol’ Stefan (except in my head, the version that I like). He’s very athletic, he gives very much sensitive gym bro. And he’s actually kind of passionate about all sports, and watches them regularly. That being said, he also loves writing, specifically poetry. So therefore he’s majoring in writing. Stefan first came to America, following his brother in the 20s. They were trying to make up with each other, and as Damon was trying to teach him how to feed as a normal vampire, it caused Stefan to be the ripper of something something. Basically in the show but different timelines. Oh and Stefan wears the color red and blue a lot, kind of patriotic of him lmao.
#ugh there’s so so so much more I could add#I cannot wait to write this fic UGH#the vampire diaries#tvd#damon salvatore#tvdu#tvd opinions#elena gilbert#bamon#stefan salvatore#caroline forbes#bonnie bennet#tvd headcanons#headcanon#tvd fic#tvd fanfic
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'The moment Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor regenerated will go down history as one of the great rug-pulls of modern Who.
There she was, standing on a rocky outcrop, ready to hand over the mantle to the next in line. But this time there was an extra twist for those watching. Instead of regenerating into Ncuti Gatwa, who was announced as the next Doctor in 2022 after rising to fame in Netflix's Sex Education, people instead saw David Tennant standing in his place, ready to reprise the role he’d last held thirteen years ago.
To quote the Doctor, as he reacted to this change of plans: what?!
With that catchphrase (can a word be a catchphrase? With Tennant, anything is possible), he was back in the TARDIS, and I was immediately reinvested – catapulted back in time to a version of my teenage self where long scarves were sacred and Converse magically looked good when paired with pinstripe suits.
I wasn’t around for original Who, but watched from behind the sofa as my father (a lifelong fan) turned on the telly for the reboot in 2005. Terrifying as the Daleks may be, this show is catnip for kids: the monsters; the prospect of entering a magic box and going for adventures in time and space; and above everything else, the knowledge the Doctor will ultimately save the day.
Heading up the first rebooted series, Christopher Eccleston came and went, with a brooding kind of mystique to him – a bit too dour for my nine-year-old self, but the baddies kept me hooked: the gas-mask zombies, the Slitheen, even (shudder) the return of the Daleks. And just as I was getting properly into the show, along came David Tennant.
For millions of fans like me, Tennant wasn’t just a version of the Doctor: he was the definitive Doctor. Taking the reins from Eccleston after the show’s excellent but troubled first season (Eccleston has talked about how leaving the show put him on a BBC blacklist and almost destroyed his career), he immediately breathed fresh life into the character.
Alongside the showrunner Russell T Davies (who himself has an impressive list of credits to his name, including It's A Sin and Queer as Folk) Tennant helped launch Who into the stratosphere: suddenly, watching the show was (wait for it) cool, something that both kids and adults would tune in for. In its prime, Doctor Who under Tennant pulled in as many as 13m viewers - a world away from Jodie Whittaker's swansong, which only pulled in four.
Davies’ combination of grounded characters – he always took the time to flesh out the companion’s families and make their lives feel meaningful – and tightly plotted episodes was a winning combination. Think The Parting of the Ways, where the Doctor and Rose tearfully bid farewell on a bleak beach in Norway; or the haunting Midnight, which must be among his bleakest.
Of course, a great script is one thing, but selling it is another. As the face of the show, Tennant could switch from cheeky chappie to ultra-serious blaster of baddies in a nanosecond; yes, Eccleston had the gravitas, but Tennant had that, plus sass. And clearly, he loved playing the Doctor: a lifelong fan himself, he once told GWR FM, "Who wouldn't want to be the Doctor? I've even got my own TARDIS!" It’s a fair point.
Needless to say, I lapped it up; even more so when Catherine Tate came on board as the permanently furious Donna. It was a golden era, but alas, all good things must come to an end. When both Davies and Tennant left in 2010, the show struggled. Matt Smith was charismatic and chirpy, yes, but the writing, under Steven Moffat’s tenure, was blander, the plots more slapdash. Where were the classics: the Blinks, the Empty Children?
As the years progressed, I stopped watching entirely – as did many others. Doctor Who was no longer cool; it was once again the domain of nerds and dedicated fans who were invested enough in the show's lore that the fiendishly complicated scripts made sense (or indeed the show's revolving catalogue of rebooted monsters from the original series). For some, the bad patches were worth toughing out. Which is fine, of course; I’m a nerd myself.
Something was missing; a spark, perhaps. Both Jodie Whittaker and Peter Capaldi’s tenures suffered as a result of poor scriptwriting; the plots were shoddy. The Doctor suddenly started sprouting mysterious incarnations. Why were the Weeping Angels suddenly everywhere? I would read the series reviews and roll my eyes at the screen, longing for the good old days.
I was just about ready to hang up my sonic screwdriver for good - at least until I heard that Russell T Davies was coming back as the series’ showrunner once more, along with Tennant and Catherine Tate as his companion Donna. The classic gang, back together again, and returning for one more bite at the apple before passing on the mantle to Gatwa.
Bringing Tennant back was a masterstroke from Davies. If my ears pricked up, so too did the ears of thousands of ex-Whovians, hungry for some sweet nostalgia. And we’ve been amply rewarded: that first sight of Tennant strolling around London in his revamped Tardis made me squeal like a child. As did the first mention of “Allons-y!”, his old catchphrase.
Watching him bounce around the universe with old companion Donna has been a joy; even better, this is a Doctor brought firmly into the modern-day universe. He’s still recognisably himself, but this time around he has crushes on Nathaniel Curtis’ Isaac Newton (“He was so hot... oh! Is that who I am now?”) and lets Donna and her daughter Rose (Yasmin Finney) school him on pronoun usage. You can sense the mischief in Davies’ pen, as well as the clear love he still has for the series, peppering his scripts with Easter eggs galore.
So as the third and final special approaches, I’m not ready to let Tennant go yet. How could I be? We've only just gotten him back, but wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey rolls on, and it's been a joy to see the show looking more invigorated than it has in years.
Job done? With Davies in charge, I'm optimistic that the soft reboot he and Tennant have kick-started will continue in style. Gatwa has big shoes to fill, but one thing's for certain about Doctor Who: it's all about change. Roll on the future... but if Tennant ever decides to make another guest appearance, I'll be there in the blink of a Weeping Angel's eye.'
#David Tennant#Doctor Who#60th Anniversary#Russell T. Davies#Catherine Tate#Donna Noble#Ncuti Gatwa#Peter Capaldi#Jodie Whittaker#The Parting of the Ways#Doomsday#Midnight#Christopher Eccleston#Rose Tyler#Billie Piper#Nathaniel Curtis#Issac Newton#Rose Noble#Yasmin Finney#Matt Smith#It's A Sin#Queer as Folk
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Incorrect Ttte Quotes 49:
Percy, writing a letter: Dear Santa, I wish to get a new scarf because....
Percy, mouthing their words while reading: I love scarves, fuck you.
#thomas and friends#ttte#thomas the tank engine#ttte shitpost#ttte memes#incorrect ttte quotes#ttte percy
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ni-ki || ideal type; tarot reading
disclaimer: in my Ideal Type readings, I look into what the person in question is currently (consciously and unconsciously) attracted to! it’s not necessarily their perfect match or the one they will end up with.
✦ Impression (What is seen externally // Might not accuratelly represent the person):
cards: ten of swords reversed (queen of pentacles), seven of swords, eight of cups
His ideal type would come off as a very mysterious and solitary person, for sure. This is someone who's always standing on their own, lost in thought, completely uninterested in the world around them. They might actually seem like they don't wanna be bothered and make conversation, and when people approach them, they just give them a short and dry answer to make them leave.
Not much would be known about this person; they wouldn't say much themselves, and other people wouldn't know what to say about them. Even their social media would probably be very private and cryptic - rarely any selfies; ambiguous quotes; random photo dumps of art, clouds, cats, etc; song lyrics…
Style wise, they might prefer dark colors, hoodies or scarves; and they may also carry around books and headphones (to keep themselves entertained and to hint that they're busy and want people to stay away from them).
✦ Personality:
cards: king of wands (six of swords reversed), the lovers reversed, two of cups
Ni-ki's ideal type is a person who's very self-confident and independent. They don't need someone else to do things for them nor do they feel the need to prove themselves to anyone. They are bold, passionate and assertive, and could surely lead a team, yet they might actually prefer to do things on their own. This would be mostly due to them not enjoying explaining themselves to others and having to listen to their opinions and suggestions. They simply do what they wanna do, and that's that.
Additionally, this is the type of person who may not really be the sweetest or most welcoming, as they don't see the point in trying to please everyone and their mother. However, they are very loyal and protective of their close ones and, towards those, they are the most affectionate and amiable human beings ever.
Also, this is someone romantic, but… they seek their one true love, and their one true love, only! They're not serial daters and definitely won't settle for a person they still have some doubts about. They believe in soulmates, too, for sure.
✦ What his ideal type should provide in a relationship:
cards: eight of swords reversed, the hanged man reversed, two of cups
He wants someone who'll show him sides of them that they wouldn't show anyone else. There would be no secrets between the two; no shyness; no embarrassement; no fears of scaring the other away.
Plus, Ni-ki certainly doesn't like being ignored and left out of plans and conversations, so he'd very much appreciate a partner who'd often remember to update him on the things he doesn't get the chance to see for himself (since, realistically, they can't be together 24/7). Likewise, he seeks to find someone who'll always be ready to answer his calls and make time for him.
Overall, he just wants to feel special, and like he's truly their one and only! There's not much else to it. He simply seeks that sort of closeness that it almost feels like they're an extension of one another (with healthy boundaries, of course!).
(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)
#kpop tarot#kpop#ideal type#ideal type tarot#enhypen#enhypen tarot#enhypen ideal type#enhypen niki#nishimura riki
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a bit more for Henry. i love your vision of him :)
27. Henry's guilty pleasure
40. Favorite book
42. 3 comfort items
49. Favorite toy as a child
27. Henry's guilty pleasure
Visiting the zoo. It reminds him a time when things were better—not so broken and confusing. He can lose himself for hours amongst the tanks in the aquarium building. The pages of his sketchbooks are filled with his trips here.
40. Henry's favorite book
As we see in the movie, La Vie de Tristan Rêveur is mentioned as being a book Henry obsesses over. Since it's not a real work and the year would have been no later than 2005, I'm going to say it might be The Secret History by Donna Tart. Here's a few quotes from it that made me think of Henry and how he might relate to them if he were the one to read them.
Additionally I think he might have also had interest in Oscar Wildes' The Picture of Dorian Gray.
42. 3 comfort items
(1). His grandfather's refillable lighter. He flicks it open and closed when he's stressed and needing something to do with his hands. It's a comforting weight in his pocket.
(2). His ring. Perhaps Athena had given it to him and that was why he was so desperate to give her a ring in return? He squeezes his fist sometimes to feel the material bite into his skin as a reassurance of its continued presence.
(3). A sketchbook and accompanying art supplies pouch. He always keeps them tucked into one pocket or another. The book littered with moments from his life; observations, impressions, reminders.
49. Henry's favorite toy as a child
I could imagine it being a walrus stuffed animal from the zoo. As children do, he had begged his parents for it every time he'd gone. He finally received it for his birthday and carried it around long after the fur thinned and the stuffing grew compressed and limp. His mother had given him one of her scarves to tie around its neck.
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Flavor Text Highlights - Mirage
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Funny - Pacifism
For the first time in his life, Grakk felt a little warm and fuzzy inside.
Funny - Elixir of Vitality
“Eternal life or your money back.”
—Unnamed Suq'Ata merchant, deceased
Emotional - Reign of Terror
“I don’t know what takes them; they die around me without time to scream.”
—Scout Ekemet, final journal
Worldbuilding - The entire Love Song of Night and Day*
*which I will put under a line break because it's super long AND I want to repost content from a Wizards article which is no longer available
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The full poem, taken from the article of the same name originally posted in 2003 on the wizards website (here) with footnotes explaining which cards quote it.:
Love Song of Night and Day
by Jenny Scott
He (Night) / She (Day)
Wrap yourself in your best bright clothes, your red and purple scarves of silk.
Run with me to the festival, where we will dance until sunrise.
The dwarves will beat their funny drums of zebra skins and hollowed trees,
while stiltwalkers perform, and the musician blows his bamboo flute.
And late in the night, the poets and storytellers entertain,
delight us with their dancing words, as we listen, clapping by the fire.
Enchant me with your tale-telling. Tell about Tree, Grass, River, and Wind.
Tell why Truth must fight with Falsehood, and why Truth will always win.1
I will tell my father's stories: how the giant mantis fooled Death
by holding still as a felled tree; how the elephants trampled
the leopard cub, and its father, though he knew, killed nine goats instead;2
how pirates gambled with a djinn and lost the thing more dear than gold.3
Tonight we'll eat a farewell feast. Cold corn porridge is not enough.
Let's peel papayas, pineapples, and mangoes, drink coconut milk,
and bake bananas.4 We'll dine on crocodiles, wild birds, and turtles,
perhaps a hippopotamus--if only you can catch it first.
I'll build a palace made of stone. Two hippo-headed guards will serve,
and tigers carry in your meals. I'll capture flying zebras
for your steeds, and fill the stable with every kind of unicorn.5
Butterflies and salamanders will decorate your garden.
I'll strand long strings of beads for you, blue, the color only kings may wear.
I'll carve a soapstone lioness, a wooden box to lock it in,
girded with sapphire amulets, ostrich feathers, ivory.
These things will protect you while I'm gone, remind you of my love for you.6
Your voice resounds like a songbird's, every word is a sweet, soft song.
When you run you're graceful and swift, sleek as a powerful panther.7
Mysterious chameleon, you're a thousand women at once,
sharp and strong as a lioness, yet gentle as a striped gazelle.
On this our last day together, let us walk across the grasslands.
Hold my hand and let's walk slowly, seeing everything as children.
Let's walk on the Daraja Plains, where leopards hang from trees, dosing,
tasseled tails swaying in the shade, near villages of tree-dwelling elves.
Glorious, to walk again across the savannah with my beloved.
A lion walks commandingly, a general among his troops,
camped the night before a battle. A snake, colorful and coiled, loops
around his bough, mischievous, hanging over the village path.
We'll find termites in their nests, hard tall towers above the plains,
and point-eared cats, taking their turns, guarding their many entrances.
We'll find the basket-nests of birds hanging from the acacia tree.
Rhinoceroses and dragons for once will let us walk in peace.
When lightning tears the sky's dark cloak and heaven's bird beats the water
on the muddy plains with its big wings, termites and frogs escape their homes
toward the lamps in the nearest village. Spiders dry themselves indoors,
the spotted lizards that never fall from ceilings suddenly appear.
In the forest, fires light the sky as the black clouds unfold their weight.8.
The black-and-white sacred monkey holds her children to her, and waits.9
Love, like lightning hits suddenly. It sparks the heart with blows of light,
its fire extending, bends, expands, beats and breaks your hiding places.
* * *
Remember when we were children, herding the sheep together,
leading them over the grassy hills with long sticks. Your silly songs
made me laugh, and in the evening, you'd enchant me with your stories,
lying on your back beside me. Even then my heart was yours.
I remember your sacred rites. You were so funny, so grown up,
so stiff and serious, all arms and elbows. You went in a girl,
but you returned a warrior. You marched back with the others--
your hair was cut, your eye tattooed with the red triangle of war.10
Tomorrow I must go, my love. I will tattoo my head with braids.
My shield will bear a shining sun so you will always be with me.
Inlaid with gold, it will shine like glowing embers.11 I will return
with lizard skins for your sandals. Paint your eyes black and wait for me.12
I am the sun, you are the moon. Wherever you lead I will go,
following across the wide sky, as long as I live and you love.
Sun follows Moon until she tires, then carries her until she's strong
and runs ahead of him again.13 I'll carry you, too, my beloved.
My love, we are not Sun and Moon. Instead we are like day and night.
The old ones say Day is a woman, who works only while it is light.
She herds her goats and catches fish, fills her fields with golden corn,
shows her children what is just and protects them from the cobra.
Day loves Night, who works in darkness, walking through heaven's milky sky
collecting stars with his quick arms, piling them into a basket
like a child collecting lizards and piling them into her pot
until the pot overflows with lizards, 'til the basket overflows with light.
Night wears a black cloak lined with fire, studded inside with gleaming stars.
At dawn and dusk he spies his love. Across the rolling hills of sky,
they glimpse each other--so briefly. They throw each other kisses, cry.
Their tears spill over Jamuraa. Mixed with blood, they wash everything red.14
But once, with a magician's help, Time was stopped and Day stood still.15
Night spread over Jamuraa, wrapped Day in his dark cloak and held her.
In their miraculous embrace, the two became as One. Until
pulled from Day's arms, Night sank, commanded by the western horizon that always beckons him to come.
I won't give up hope, my love.
Our love is like the river in the summer season of long rains:
For a little while it spilled its banks, flooding the crops in the fields.16
But soon it will evaporate with the dry heat. Like Day from Night,
I'll live my life apart from you, just glimpsing you across the sky,
because you cannot change, my dear, and nor can I.17
[1] "Enchant me…" - Village Elder, Mirage
[2] "I will tell my father's stories… how the elephants…" - Wild Elephant, Mirage
[3] "…pirates…" - Kukemssa Pirates, Mirage
[4] "Tonight…" - early harvest, Mirage and Sixth Edition
[5] "I'll capture…" - Zebra Unicorn, Mirage (note that "flying" was changed to "gentle" on the card.)
[6] "These things…" - Remedy, Visions and Sixth Edition
[7] "When you run…" - Panther Warriors, Visions
[8] "In the forest…" - Flare, Mirage
[9] "The black-and-white…" - simoon, Visions
[10] "…you returned a warrior… your hair was cut…" - Zhalfirin Knight, Mirage
[11] "My shield…" - blinding light, Mirage
[12] "I will return…" - Femeref Knight, Mirage
[13] "Sun follows…" - Chariot of the Sun, Mirage
[14] "Their tears…" - Mortal Wound, Visions
[15] "But once…" - Sands of Time, Visions
[16] "Our love…" - Summer Bloom, Visions
[17] "Like Day from Night…" - Unfulfilled Desires, Mirage
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Types of People: Board Games
Monopoly- wears velvet suits to prom and top hats as a joke but loves it unironically, listens to opera, drives downtown late at night and listens to people while they talk, has seventeen credit cards and yet always manages to get out of jail free, eats at fast food restaurants but only on Tuesdays when they forget to make reservations, sleeps in a four poster bed and having a radio collection, wears shoes, smiles like they robbed a bank when they see someone they love, wears simple and elegant jewelry and is the best tour guide in all of town especially when it comes to the places you can’t afford.
Chutes and Ladders- random calls at three am, car rides through haunted corn fields, maybe eats rotisserie chicken at the back of math class, likes to have painted nails but they’re always chewed down to the quick, swimming at the local pool and playing mermaids with the random kids whose parents are busy chatting, simultaneously trying to save the world and just have fun while they can, fun sock patterns, plays too much on their phone, they take people for granted and miss them too much when they’re gone.
Clue- long hair that gets frizzy in the rain, sharp angles and floaty scarves, threatens to kill people as a joke but their eyes tell you maybe they mean it more than they’d let on, cracked lips from the cold and Vaseline in lil dollar tree pill bottles, plays Barbies with kids and makes the drama way too intense, watches the moon more than they watch the sun because they know that night is the best time for mysterious creatures to come out, is a sweet person but only until you lose their trust, nothing is as it seems because with them, you never know exactly where to look.
Guess Who- seems to try and be a lot of different people at once without ever losing themselves at the core, likes to cut their sandwich crusts off and feed them to the birds, wears clothes a size too big or three sizes too small because while they’re pretending they know what they want, they’re still trying to find what’s worth having, they eat skittles like it’ll solve world hunger, empty red booths at 50’s diners because they’d rather be dancing with a stranger than sitting with the people most important to them, a person of many hats and accessories, may wear wigs or glasses, everything’s up in the air with them and while you’re not exactly comfortable with that, you know they’re steadier than they seem at first.
Russian Roulette - loves winter holidays, likes spending time with family and friends, yells at you when you’re doing stupid stuff because they want you to be safe, kicks over trash cans when mad or in love or mad because they’re in love, shops at thrift stores but only when buying lamps and dolls, has a million things to say but they don’t always match the situation, can end up sounding out of place but when they time their jokes right is one of the most hilarious people you know, collects quotes and runs of out of storage space on their phone, plays word games with people online, you know there’s a lot going on in their lives just by looking at them and that makes you want to be their friend.
Trivial Pursuit- puts their academic awards up in their room and likes to explain what they’re all for, has shoes lined up neatly in their closet and when one gets misplaced they search high and low before returning it to its home safely, likes to read poetry in graveyards but sometimes watches Netflix all weekend instead, has busy fingers always clicking away on a keyboard or against their desk, handwritten notes and post it stickers all over their fridge, late night walks, over coffee and biscuit talks, drinks tea and watches the sunrise while plotting how to make people feel intimidated that day.
The Game of Life- is younger than you but seems older, hates driving in the rain, always has new friends, new jobs, either loves kids or wants to stay as far away from them as possible, carries around insurance information in case of disaster, dresses like their father/mother, likes drama films and foreign book, traveling, making huge decisions in the spur of the moment, regretting things but wanting to move on, buying too many paper towels for the weekend and throwing parties while they’re parents are away in hopes of making an impression be it positive or negative.
Jenga- unbalanced but always grinning, means well but makes a mess of things, crookedly learning how to play the piano because they want to be part of the high rise apartment world, wears long dresses at night time and sips Diet Pepsi from champagne glasses, stares at cars while they go by and wishes they had somewhere to go, jumps into conversations too soon or misses the hint and leaves too late, honestly a sweetheart but doesn’t get invited to a lot of places because everyone’s scared they’ll break a bone, fun to around, has a bit of a temper but keeps it in check until the end of the day, loves to make cakes but burns their fingers on the pan.
Catan- bighearted gestures, loves travel sized snacks and toiletries, always on the road, makes new friends easily but loses them just as soon if they aren’t careful, wants to leave a mark on the world but isn’t sure how, joins a lot of clubs and goes to protests every other weekend, wants to rule the world but in a subtle way where they can be in charge and still hang out with their friends on the weekend, has a cat and a horse and probably an imaginary pet owl somewhere in the mix, is magical and down to earth all at the same time.
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Introducing: London Greer
Fandom: True Blood
Face Claim: Ashley Greene
Full Name: London Shelby Greer
Myers Briggs Type: INFP
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Love Interest: Sarah Newlin
Occupation: Nurse
Collections: Scarves
Style/Clothing: London has a softly feminine style, favoring gentle colors that are easy on the eye. She almost always dresses like it’s fall, as she loves being cozy.
Signature Quote: "Just because I became a vampire doesn’t mean I lost my empathy. I’ve always loved caring for people. That hasn’t changed."
Plot Summary: London Greer always wanted to be a nurse, and now she is one. Forever. She keeps her status as a vampire under wraps in order to continue caring for her patients, knowing that not everyone would accept a vampire as their nurse. Her whole goal in life is to spread love and healing, but sometimes people just can’t get past seeing her as a monster. Her most difficult challenge to date is getting Sarah Newlin to see the light in the darkness.
Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @bossyladies, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw
London Greer: @spice-honey
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ok i went to dig for that prompt lol but how about
“You’re such a bitch.” or
“Can you shut up” or something like that i forgot the exact quote.
but for Sugar daddy Anakin 🙏🙏
ps ur writing is so amazing and wonderful and omg it keeps me awake at night i enjoy rereading all the tags especially 😂 ♥️
hey hi hello!!!! ok this is set in the sugar daddy anakin au (a silly au where anakin and obi-wan meet and anakin tries to be obi-wan's sugar daddy, but obi-wan is the worst sugar baby in the world but they get there + fall in love.) this is like six months after they meet and a month or two after they officially get together
(1.1k) (slightly nsfw)
Obi-Wan stands and stretches, carefully sliding a bookmark in between the pages of his novel before leaving it gently on the side table and looking around.
Anakin is still outside on the balcony, pacing back and forth in angry, short steps, one hand holding his phone to his ear while the other drags through his curls again and again in agitation.
Obi-Wan frowns at the sight. That should be his job.
When he checks his watch, he frowns even harder. Anakin has been out there for two and a half hours now, pacing and arguing, resting his body on the railing as he stares intently out at the snowy woods around them while he listens to whatever his supervisor is trying to tell him, before he flies into motion again.
The glass of the cabin is thick enough that no cold gets in. No sound does either, but Obi-Wan can imagine what’s being said.
Anakin had groaned in such annoyance when the phone call had interrupted their bout of morning sex, thumping his head against Obi-Wan’s chest before gingerly separating their bodies with a That’s my workphone, baby, I gotta take it.
Obi-Wan had understood, of course. Work is work, and Anakin is apparently a very important man.
But they’re on vacation. Their first vacation as a couple in fact, the first time Anakin has successfully convinced Obi-Wan to let him take him somewhere that requires a plane. It’s a big deal. They’d been planning for months.
And Anakin deserves a vacation, one where he doesn’t have to have his workphone next to him at all hours of the day. And goddammit, Anakin had rented a huge fucking cabin, two whole floors with two different fireplaces, and Obi-Wan deserves to be fucked in front of both of them.
Anakin’s hand rakes through his hair again, and Obi-Wan studies the flush that’s working over his cheeks. It’s cold outside.
Obi-Wan scoffs at the observation. Of course it’s cold outside, Anakin had chosen ski country for the express purpose of it being cold enough that Obi-Wan would not want to leave the comfort of their cabin much. Only to ski a few times and only because Anakin is looking forward to teaching him. It’s not snowing now, of course, but the sky is gray with the promise of it.
Why can’t Anakin just take the call from inside? Obi-Wan would be fine with overhearing it, it’s not like he understands any of that tech gibberish anyway. But he wants to be around him.
It’s mortifying, how much he craves it. They’ve only been together for half a year. Will it get worse? Will Obi-Wan only grow more insatiable from here?
He leaves the sitting room in favor of ducking into their bedroom and rummaging through Anakin’s suitcase. He hadn’t watched him pack or anything, but his lover is very, very predictable. And—yes.
There, gently folded and placed in the corner of the suitcase is the atrocious blue scarf that Obi-Wan had made Anakin for his birthday, a month ago.
Reluctantly now that he’s seen it again, he lifts it out of the suitcase and stands. It really is ugliest thing he’s ever seen, but knowing his boyfriend, Anakin probably hasn’t packed any other scarves.
Knowing Anakin, he’s probably thrown out all his other ones, even the pure cashmere ones.
Anakin is still angrily pacing when Obi-Wan makes it back into the lounge, but Obi-Wan slides the glass door open carefully anyway.
“I don’t care if they’re demanding we have the product ready for the fucking general,” Anakin’s voice snaps out, harsh and heavy and certainly never a tone Obi-Wan has ever heard him use. “It’s not happening. Code takes fucking time, alright, and I don’t have my laptop on me. I’m not your supervisor. You need to get your office together before you come—”
Obi-Wan steps up to be next to him and kisses his cheek lightly in greeting. He was right. Anakin is cold. The motion makes Anakin’s eyes snap to his and his eyebrows turn down in a guilty expression.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he tells him with a twist of his mouth. A second later, his eyes go distant as someone says something else on the phone. “Not, of course I wasn’t talking to you, fucker.”
Obi-Wan can’t help the way the laugh bubbles up and out of his mouth and he leans forward and rubs their noses together gently before unwinding the scarf from his hands and wrapping it carefully around his lover’s neck. The glitter of the diamond encrusted watch Anakin had gotten him for a one month anniversary present fills the corner of his vision, but he can’t bring himself to look far from the awe-struck look in his partner’s eyes.
Anakin always gets that look on his face when Obi-Wan does something sweet, unexpected and unasked for. It makes Obi-Wan’s chest feel tight every time, because it proves his belief over and over again that Anakin has been surrounded by nice things for most of his life. But not necessarily nice people.
Anakin is one of the best people Obi-Wan knows. He deserves the nicest people.
Task complete, he steps back and smiles at him. Anakin stares back, mouth slightly parted, hand gripping his phone.
He deserves the nicest people, but somehow he ended up with Obi-Wan.
And Obi-Wan has discovered something about himself since he’s met Anakin: when he’s allowed to want things, with the expectation that they will be given, he wants fiercely and selfishly. He wants meanly and hungrily.
He turns around to go back inside and slowly rucks up his sweater and undershirt before tossing them blindly behind him, hopefully at Anakin. Safely inside the cabin, he turns to his lover to see the man loosely holding his clothes, phone still pressed to his ear but entire focus drilling into Obi-Wan, stupid fucking blue scarf wrapped around his neck.
Obi-Wan smirks and lets his hands fall to the waistband of his sweatpants, arching his eyebrows in something like a challenge.
Anakin is taking a step forward before he even realizes it. But then the speaker on the other line must say something enough to snag his attention because he’s glowering angrily again, in Obi-Wan’s direction but not directed at him.
Obi-Wan still shivers though, which is a reaction he’ll decipher later.
“Can you shut up?” Anakin snarls into the phone. “No, fuck. I’m hanging up. If you call me in the next ten hours, I’m throwing my phone off this fucking mountain and you can tell your boss I said exactly that. We both know he can’t fucking touch me.”
He hangs up without even looking at the phone again, eyes pinned to Obi-Wan like he’s magnetizing.
“Ten hours?” Obi-Wan tries to tease, but it comes out much too breathy. “That’s ambitious.”
“It was an underestimation,” Anakin tells him, right before he pounces.
#asks#prompt fill#sugar daddy anakin au#sometimes i just wanna write aggressive hotshot businessman anakin#for no other reason than all those words i just wrote and how much they appeal to me#also to obi-wan obviously#also you know anakin has an engagement ring in his toiletries bag#because he's Like That
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Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Christmas Edition
Victor: [knocking on Smiler's door with Alice] Smiler? Are you ready to go?
Smiler: [flings opens the door, sporting a bright yellow Santa hat, sparkly red and green eye makeup, a yellow sweater with purple snowflakes, and black pants featuring embroidered red and green light strings with real flashing lights in them] Hello, my lovelies! I bring the spirit of the season with me!
Alice: ...the spirit of the season is making my eyes bleed.
Smiler: That's an important Christmas tradition, let's go.
--
Victor: [enters Smiler's living room area to find them setting up a bright yellow Christmas tree] ...
Smiler: [looks over] What's up?
Victor: ...you really -- of course you do, why would I assume you'd have a green Christmas tree.
Smiler: Yeah, do I look like Thirteen? Now help me get this thing into the stand, it's being difficult.
--
Smiler: [arriving back at the trio's house post-everyone moving in together] Hey! I'm back!
Alice: [emerging from the kitchen to greet them] Welcome home -- Victor's currently making sure the gingerbread doesn't burn, but he'll be --
Alice: [pause, sniffs the air]
Alice: [knowingly] Ah. Peppermint latte season then?
Smiler: We had a special promotion so I'm probably going to smell like this until Easter, yeah.
--
Smiler: [noodling around on their drum set] Hey, you guys want to hear me play my special version of "Little Drummer Boy?"
Victor: Sure. [sits down on the couch]
Alice: [joining him] If you'd be so kind.
Smiler: My pleasure! [starts playing the familiar rhythm as they sing the song]
Victor & Alice: [listening attentively, smiling]
Smiler: [singing in time with their drum beats] ~I played my drum for Him pa-rum-pum-pum-pum; I played my best for Him, pa-rum-pum-pum~
Smiler: [segues into a solo that -- sounds rather different from the traditional pa-rum-pum-pum-pum beat]
Alice: [raises an eyebrow]
Victor: [looks confused -- and then something clicks, and he groans into his hands] Oh, you didn't...
Alice: ?
Victor: [singing along to the beat] ~Never gonna run around, and desert you~
Alice: [immediately whipping around to glare at Smiler]
Smiler: [big shit-eating grin] If Victor can make a classical piano version --
--
Emily: [coming into Galactica's living room, with Victoria, Victor, Alice, and Smiler in her wake] Hello all! We're here! We brought snacks!
Galactica: [getting up from the couch where she was sitting with Oblivion, Rita, and Thirteen] Hi! Thanks for coming!
Thirteen: [also getting up] Whatcha got?
Victoria: [proudly showing off a bunch of marshmallow snowmen with things like pretzel arms and licorice scarves] I found how to make them online -- aren't they cute?
Galactica: Awww, they're adorable.
Oblivion: Perfect -- we're doing Hallmark tonight.
Thirteen: [beaming] Yeah, I can't wait to get out the hot chocolate and drown Frosty.
Victoria: [stares at her with wide eyes]
Thirteen: What?
Victoria: [sternly, holding the tray protectively against herself] No.
Victor: [puzzled] Victoria, that was literally a serving suggestion on the site you found them on.
Victoria: No.
Alice: We brought them to be eaten. That was the whole point.
Victoria: I will fight you all to protect these snowmen.
Smiler: I love how you think that is a deterrent with my friends.
Rita: [cracking her knuckles with a grin] Yeah, bring it on.
--
[the trio are listening to "You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch" on the radio]
Smiler: Would you like to know a fun fact about this song?
Alice: Hit us.
Smiler: Okay, so, while the short itself is narrated by Boris Karloff, this song isn't sung by him -- instead it's sung by a guy named Thurl Ravenscroft.
Victor: ...Well, I don't think I can ever complain about my middle name again. Who names their child Thurl?
Smiler: That bit I don't know, but do you know what Thurl's most famous voice acting role is?
Alice: I do not, but I suspect it's something gothic.
Smiler: Nope -- Tony the Tiger. As in Frosted Flakes's Tony.
Alice: What.
Victor: Really??
Smiler: Yup! And, thanks to one of the most popular tumblr blogs commenting that it sounds like Tony's breakup song to The Grinch, and someone else then drawing that -- well, there's now a Tony/Grinch fandom.
Alice: [laughing] Oh my God.
Victor: [also laughing] This is why tumblr is the most bizarre place on the internet. How do you get a weirder ship than that?
Smiler: [beaming] Well, there's Batman -- as Bruce Wayne -- being the side piece of Miss Piggy and Kermit. Also found on tumblr!
Victor: [shaking his head] I shouldn't have asked.
Alice: At this point, to get stranger, someone's going to have to throw together some random video game character, a stop-motion puppet, and a roller coaster.
Smiler: Trust me, I'm sure somebody's done that.
--
#valicer#not incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#victor van dort#alice liddell#smiler alton#christmas#I mean if I did a Halloween set based on my headcanons#had a lot of fun coming up with Smiler's awful outfit XD#the yellow sweater with purple snowflakes feels on-brand#most of these were easy to come up with#but the middle two were a bit tricky#fortunately flashes of inspiration struck#I am particularly proud of the surprise drum rickroll XD#and yes I had to mention Grony and Batmuppet XD#look my own little trio here is pretty fucking weird#I feel like I'm in good company here on tumblr with those two :p#queued
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Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#duskwood - 688 posts
#duskwood everbyte - 688 posts
#everbyte studios - 687 posts
#incorrect duskwood quotes - 685 posts
#incorrect quotes - 685 posts
#mc - 452 posts
#duskwood mc - 450 posts
#jake - 231 posts
#hacker boy - 229 posts
#duskwood jake - 223 posts
Longest Tag: 62 characters
#the truth is that mc has the lighter for their scented candles
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
MC: Can I tell you something?
Jake: Of course.
MC: Please, don't freak out.
Jake: What makes you think I would freak out?
MC: Just-- don't freak out, okay?
Jake: Okay, I will not freak out.
MC: I'm in love with you.
Jake:
Jake: I am freaking out.
349 notes - Posted May 12, 2022
#4
Lilly: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?
Jake: We're chopsticks!
Lilly: Well... that's cute!
Lilly: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?
MC: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
370 notes - Posted May 11, 2022
#3
Jake: Who hurt you?
MC: *snorts* What, you want a list?
Jake, grabbing a knife: Yes.
449 notes - Posted May 31, 2022
#2
Hannah: I'm cold.
Thomas: Here, take my jacket.
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Jessy: I'm cold.
Dan: Well, damn it, Jessy, I don't control the weather!
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MC: I'm cold.
Jake: What? *taking off jacket* I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now-- *pilling scarves on MC* Now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death and-- *putting a head over MC's head* How long have you been cold, you should have said something sooner.
517 notes - Posted January 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Jake: *sneaking in through the window, hiding a cat in his pocket*
MC: *turning in their chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?
Jake: I was with Lilly?
Lilly: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?
570 notes - Posted May 26, 2022
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#i did enjoy looking at this#can't believe the year is so close to ending#also#so happy to see this blog as one of the most rebbloged of some people#thank you guys for being so amazing#and i'm sorry for not interacting as much this year#life was crazy#but i appreciate each and all of you#hope everyone has a great december#🤍🤍🤍
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