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Momma Britannia living rent free in my head for the past few days so naturally I had to make a portait 🥲
#if someone has hc for this bad bitch please share with me idk what imma do with that indo bur holy shit do love this woman#should have added more blood sighhhhhh#i noticed so many faults in this piece but oh well im not gonna go back n fix em its almoat 3 am#hws britannia#aph britannia#hetalia#myart#my art#also what the feck is her name???
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Local farmer/ florist, Amari Vaughn 🌸💐
As a human/ demon hybrid, Amari is gifted with immense physical abilities. When she was a kid, it was very common for her to accidentally break things since she didn't know her own strength. But her affinity for flowers encouraged her to learn how to be delicate with her hands. She realized early on that she wanted to be a florist one day. During her developmental years, she was discreetly monitored by her parents, who looked for other signs of her having supernatural powers. They were relieved to learn that Amari was as normal as everyone else (for the most part). Because of that, they opted out of telling her that she was half demon, thinking that it would only be a source of stress for her if she knew.
Amari grew up in the city without much trouble. She played a lot of sports when she was in school, but it didn't interest her that much. She enjoyed taking care of plants, but found it hard to pursue that kind of work in the city. It's too much of a concrete jungle, y'know? So for a while she gave up on the idea.
Amari worked at a construction company for about 2 years before deciding to go after the life she actually wanted. So she packed her things and took a bus ride to Pelican Town, moving into the farmhouse her grandfather left for her. Settling in took some time, but Amari adjusted to her new lifestyle. She felt right at home surrounded by lots of nature.
But of course, Stardew Valley is a really weird place. So it wasn't long before she encountered the junimos, and later Rasmodius. The "tea" she drank from the wizard not only gave her the ability to communicate with the junimos, but also unlocked her dormant supernatural abilities. She immediately gained a white streak in her hair, and while in a disoriented state, accidentally set herself ablaze and fecking collapsed 💀 Reasonably stunned, the wizard puts out her fire with magic. When she finally wakes up he apologizes, telling her that he'll look into what went wrong and report back to her as soon as he can.
In the meantime, Amari tried to return to her life as a farmer, only to be met with a new set of problems. She struggled with burning her own crops (and many, many other items). During full moons, she would undergo a physical transformation, forcing her to stay home since she stood out like a sore thumb (also because she didn't have any clothes that comfortably fit her in that state). So yeah, her first year really sucked 🥹 It was clear by her transformation that she was half demon, but it was later confirmed by Rasmodius. Amari was really confused and angry when faced with the reality that her parents didn't bother to tell her something so important.
Things eventually got better though. Over time she figured out that being stressed causes her to combust, so she ended up burning things less often. She made a lot of lovely friends in town too, some who turned out to be just as odd as her. It was really nice knowing she wasn't alone. And eventually she married Sebastian, so things were really great for a change!
About a year into their marriage someone new showed up to the farm, a demon named Uruz. Turns out he and a few others where tasked with searching different realms in order to find Lord Wynn. He's Amari's father, and the king of the demon realm. Uruz accidentally found Amari because her aura is the same as Wynn's (and since it was the night of a full moon, it was more intense). When Uruz learned that Amari knew nothing about her powers, he took it upon himself to stay and teach her everything she needed to know. Apprehensive at first, Amari eventually agreed after talking it over with Sebastian. She felt like she couldn't rely on her dad to tell her anything. So she decided to take this as an opportunity to learn everything, about herself and the demon realm. So currently there's a menace living on their farm that they have to keep in check 😭
Since Amari is only half demon, the abilities and traits she inherited from her dad is a mystery. So when she learns about how long demons usually live, she becomes incredibly anxious about her future. But she tries not to think about it.
#she's plagued by the horrors but she pretends not to see them#stardew valley#stardew valley oc#stardew valley farmer#farmer amari
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Confession letter
~ anton ~
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
𝓟𝓽.1?
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
Today is your last day of highschool before you have to go hardcore mode and study huhu. You haven't heard from Anton in a few days. Every time you see him in the hallway, you attempt to smile at him, but he never even looks in your direction.
*lunch break*
You have been asking all your batch mates to sign on your shirt. “Hey… should I ask ‘blueberry🫐’ to sign?” “I also need to give him the letter” you asked your friend Jihoon. “B*tch of course go now ;)” she shouted.
“Come with me though please im gonna freak out” you mentioned
“Miss y/n, i dont wanna third wheel. You two should have your moment” she said pushing you out of the classroom. “GOOD LUCK BABY GIRL” she cheered me on, while your heart is beating like crazy.
*spots anton*
Feck he’s with his friends…this is gonna be more embarrassing then I thought.
*he spots you and tries to avoid eye contact*
What is with him? Did I say or do something wrong? Whatever I’ll just get this over with.
“Hey Anton, can you sign on my shirt, please?” you say with your hand out, giving him the shirt and markers.
"Oh, sure,” he said, looking back and making a face towards his friends to stop them from snickering. “Do you want a long or short message?” He said he was finally looking at me for once.
“Any is fine, up to you." “I also have a letter to give you.” You hand it over to him.
“Oh wow, thank you,” he smiled at you. My gosh, he smiled, and I can see it up close. Finally this guy isn’t ignoring me. I can literally hear my own heart. AAAAAHHHGGGNDJCJENS
Anton… Don't read it till the end of school,” you said, nervously looking at him. “But why? You’re just making me more curious,” he said, slightly teasing.
“It will be better for us, just wait ok?” you said scared that he might read it infront of his friends. No he’s not the type. But still…
“Okok promise y/n” he said slightly pouting. But the freaking puppy face!
*end of school*
Your friends were mutuals with Anton and wanted him to sign on their shirts too, so they went infront of his classroom. While they were getting their uniforms signed you stayed back too embarrassed to face him.
*walking back home*
“y/n hahahahahah i think you got your blueberry🫐 wrapped around your finger already” jihoon said smirking at me.
“Huh what do you mean? Pfftt since when”
“I asked him if he opened the letter yet…and he said he didn’t”
“Then I asked him why, pretending to be confused and he said ‘because y/n told me not to’ “
“Oh my gosh Your Blueberry was blushing n everything” “he better have feelings for you or else stop wasting your time” jihoon said aggressively.
Oh my gash why is Anton so…cute he’s acting like my hu-
Jihoon interrupting my thoughts “he was acting like your husband, you lucky betch.” “Faster get together so we can go on double dates!!!”
*At home, anton’s pov*
I don't know what’s wrong with me. I kept trying to ignore her till the last day but failed. She came to me. When signing her shirt, my hand was shaking, and I couldn’t write a lot. I hope she isn’t mad.
And the letter makes me so nervous to open it. What if it’s something bad? Like, “I don't want to talk to you anymore” or “I like someone else.”
I know i should’ve confessed but i dont want to be a distraction to her…
Let me just see what’s in this letter.
….. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Y/n likes me back?
a/n: Been saur long since i wrote. This is super short but there will be a part 2. I also feel like Anton’s fruit code name would be blueberry lawl
p.s story inspired by my own experience (partially) :|
#riize anton#riize imagines#riize x reader#riize fluff#riize fluff x reader#kpop x reader#kpop fluff#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#riize anton x reader#anton fluff#anton x reader#kpop#anton#fanfic#anton lee
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Hi!! I hope you’re well! This ask is a little diff from the norm BUT it’s with Jamie and Bea (his daughter OC you created I don’t remember her name exactly I’m so sorry) but basically it’s her like dealing with a stupid boy who reminds her father a lot of himself and he helps her understand that she’s worth the world!! She eventually finds herself an amazing guy and tells Jamie sm like “I wouldn’t let myself settle for anything less than the example you set”? Anywho I’m always here for Jamie in his dad era so if you’re inspired TY ILY YOURE AMAZING KEEP SLAYING I REREAD YOUR FICS LIKE EVERY NIGHT🫶🫶🫶
wow, two posts in one day?😱 the mission to clean out my inbox continues! this fic is a little out of my wheelhouse, but I did my best. the title is from “betty” bc teens are dumb and also great. here are the other fics in this universe:
you’re losing me
i’ll still be right next to you my dear
today’s a day like any other
lyrical smile, indigo eyes
thanks for requesting!!🩵
i don’t know anything
“It’s just for school, Jamie,” you say.
“Yeah, it’s just for school, dad,” Bea says.
You point to her from the kitchen. “Stay out of this, kid.”
She puts her hands in the air and backs away. “And hang up your bag!” you call.
Jamie hovers over your shoulder. He’s supposed to be helping with dinner, as he’s taken up cooking more since his retirement from football.
“Look,” you say as you slice vegetables, “you said nothing when Theo had a girl over last week. Why are you so fucking weird about Bea having a boy over?”
“Because- she- he- it’s different,” he sputters.
You hand him a head of lettuce with the command, “Shred.” He starts tearing it into pieces, letting it fall into a bowl.
“And how, Jamie Tartt, is that different?”
“Theo is fucking twelve. He’s a kid. Bea’s fifteen and a dead knockout. She got both our looks and your brains. Any knob’d be fucking lucky to have her.”
“Yeah, okay,” you replay. “He’s still going to be here in five minutes. And you’re going to be nice. She likes this boy, Jaim. So we’re going to be supporting and fucking grateful that she’s not sneaking around, got it?”
“Fuck’s sake,” Jamie grumbles. “This is what I get for being a prick as a kid. Bet you and Keeley think this is fuckin’ hilarious.”
The doorbell saves you from replying. Bea yells, “I’ve got it!” as she thunders down the stairs.
She appears a moment later with a boy dressed in the same school uniform as her.
“This is Isaiah,” she says. Isaiah snorts and looks away, so you put a hand on Jamie’s arm to stop him from doing anything.
“It’s nice to meet you, Isaiah. Can we get you anything? Water, a snack?”
He shrugs and says “Nah.”
There’s an awkward pause before Bea says, “Right! We’ll just be in the living room.”
They leave and Jamie turns to you. “I don’t like that kid,” he whispers. You don’t either, but you’re not going to tell him just yet. You’ll give the kid a chance because you have a weird soft spot for absolute assholes.
You squint at him for a moment then say, “You know, if we’re quiet, we can listen in.”
Jamie grabs your head with both hands and kisses you. “This. This is why I married you. Fucking brilliant.” You smile and pat his cheek.
Their voices float in the kitchen and you can’t quite catch what Bea’s saying, but it’s definitely a question. Isaiah’s response is… not exactly kind.
Jamie mouths, the fuck? and you frown. He has a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen since the days he used to brawl with Roy. You’re considering a brawl of your own.
Give him a minute, you mouth back.
You half-heartedly continue chopping while straining to hear as much as you can. It’s not good. He’s not being explicitly mean, but he sure as shit isn’t kind.
You and Jamie are so intent on trying to listen that you don’t hear Theo come in the room. “What are you doing?”
The two of you jump and swear. “Jesus feck, kid, don’t sneak up on your mum like that.”
“You’re the one who jumped the highest dad,” Theo points out. “Mum, can I have a snack?”
You say, “Sure,” and absentmindedly point to the fridge.
“Fuckin hell, did Bea eat the last of the cake?”
“Fucking hell,” echoes your youngest, Georgie. She’s seven, and like Theo’s shadow.
“Don’t say ‘fuck,’” you and admonish in unison.
“Can you be fucking quiet??” Bea whisper-growls from the doorway. “We’re trying to study.”
The four of you make your apologies as she leaves.
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Two hours later, Isaiah’s left and Bea’s on the phone with her best mate. You can hear her saying something in a favourable tone.
“Why the fuck did you let that little prick into our house?” Jamie seethes. “Fucking tosser. He’s not good enough for her, and I don’t give a shit what you have to say about it.”
You shoot him a Look and he apologizes. “Sorry babe, it ain’t about you. I do care what you have to say. Just- I fucking hated that prick.”
“Give her a week,” you say. “If you tell her never to speak to him again, she’ll do the exact opposite, yeah?”
“Yeah, alright,” he grumbles.
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It’s formal season. Bea’s sixteen and over the moon, talking about the boy who asked her out.
“He’ll be here any minute. Dad, you’re still driving us, yeah?”
Jamie smiles and wipes lipstick out of the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want, love.”
Bea smiles back and fiddles with her necklace. “I hope he likes this dress,” she frets.
Jamie grabs her hand. “Oi, any kid would be fucking lucky to be in the same room as you, let alone at a formal. Isaiah better fucking behave.”
“Don’t say fuck,” Bea says automatically, then she frowns. “I’m not going with Isaiah.”
Jamie’s face twists into confusion. “Why the fuck not?”
“He’s a prick,” Theo calls from the next room, followed by, “Ow, mum, my ear!”
“He is a prick,” Bea says.
“I’m a prick,” Jamie points out.
Bea scrunches her nose. “You were a prick, Dad, like, three decades ago when you were my age. Now you’re just an old softie.”
Jamie shakes his head. “Don’t know how old you think I am, love, but you’ve got your maths all wrong.”
There doorbell rings and you call, “I’ve got it!” as Bea panics with a last-minute hair adjustment.
“Oi,” Jamie says gently, “you look beautiful, love. Just like your mum. Glad you dumped that prick.”
Bea shrugs. “I had to, dad. Couldn’t be with him when I have a dad like you.”
Bea’s date, Thomas, walks into the room all smiles. He shakes Jamie hand then shyly slides a corsage onto her wrist. He is a far cry from who Jamie was at that age. This kid doesn’t seem so sure of himself, like he’s trying very, very hard not to mess things up. He and Bea whisper about something as you sidle up to Jamie.
“We did good with that one,” you whisper in his ear. He smiles. Thank god she doesn’t have her mum’s taste in men.
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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You Right - p.m
a/n: guys i've been obsessed with this fecking song ever since it came out, i have no idea, but oH MY GODDD.... also i'm not really sure i like the ending but i had no idea how to wrap it up. if i think of a better way, i'll change it. < 3
also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.
pairings: maverick x reader
warnings: age gap if you want, angst?, thoughts of cheating, pining, swearing, alcohol
wc: 3,155
summary: you're seeing someone, but you can't help but want a certain fighter pilot - that being the one and only Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell
song: you right by doja cat ft. the weeknd
It was just another Friday night at The Hard Deck - drinks were flowing and conversations were bubbling. You'd been childhood friends with Phoenix, and through her you met the infamous Dagger Squad. Instantly, you became close friends with all of them, and maybe even more with a certain fighter pilot. However, you were seeing someone, so naturally you decided to try and rid yourself of the feelings you'd developed for Maverick - despite it being damn near impossible to do so.
Currently you stood next to Phoenix with a cold drink in your hand, eyes staring dead ahead at a captain you'd grown to adore. He was sat alone, phone in one hand, and his other hand gently clutched around a beer bottle. Maverick had a gentle smile on his face as he scrolled on the small piece of technology, and it made your heart flutter. Noticing the building feeling in your chest, you ripped your eyes away and focused on something else - that being your feet in front of you. They shuffled uncomfortably and you looked back up sheepishly to an empty table, a feeling of guilt slowly beginning to eat at you.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you flinched at the vibration in your back pocket, your hand quickly flying to grab it. It was a text from Jamie. 'Everything ok?' read the message, making you feel sick. You groaned quietly and shoved it back into your pocket, gently clamping your teeth down on your bottom lip to nibble on it nervously.
"Everything okay?" Natasha frowned from beside you; a small, curious smile creeping onto her lips. Your mouth instantly fell open at her words, and her frown intensified.
"Did you read my text?" You asked, returning her frown. Natasha only chuckled incredulously, quite obviously confused at your accusation.
"What text? You just seem on edge." She squinted eagerly at you, starting to stare into what felt like your soul.
"I'm fine, it's just..." You sighed quietly, eyes glancing to Maverick who was now currently chatting with Hangman and Rooster. Natasha quickly followed your gaze and she attempted to hold back a smug smile, though her face betrayed her. "Don't." You groaned, looking back at your best friend.
"Aren't you seeing James or whatever his name is?" Natasha chuckled again, dryly, evidently showing her distaste in the guy you were currently dating. You cringed at her words and looked down at your shoes, swallowing harshly like you'd just taken a sip of poison.
"Err, yeah, but it's Jamie, Tasha." You cleared your throat. She only glanced at you with a cocked brow, and you took that as a 'whatever.' "He's not that bad, Phee, not compared to the other guys I've dated..." You said, trying to win her over. Though it was not a fair fight - Natasha had obviously made her mind up about this whole kerfuffle.
"Y/N/N, you choose to date the most fucked up men I've ever laid eyes on," She laughed as her hand flew to her stomach to clutch it. "You can do so much better, it's like you don't know your worth. We all agree on this, by the way." Natasha gave you a single nod, casting her eyes around the bar as if to point at the squad.
"Um, even Mav?" You asked shyly and squinted your eyes as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, trying to act non-chalant. She glanced at your squished face and held back a giggle, not wanting to embarrass you. The pilot knew how you felt about her instructor, despite not having told anyone anything.
"Yes, even Mav." Natasha hummed, taking a sip of the beer in her hand. Before you could answer her, a familiar, yet unwanted voice appeared from behind you.
"Y/N?" A male voice called, and you turned around to face them, your heart dropping. You pushed a fake smile onto your face as you heard Natasha try and conceal a snort with a poorly-timed cough. Oh, god.
"Jamie?" You frowned, suddenly questioning why he was here. "What are you doing here?" You asked, staring at him, clearly confused at his presence.
"You didn't reply to my text, and I was worried you were in trouble, so I came to find you." Jamie replied with a frown making your stomach churn. He probably had your best interests at heart, so you tried not to read into his actions too much. "Looks like you're alright." He added with a nod at Phoenix, who cautiously returned it, eyeing him slowly.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for coming to see if I was okay." You awkwardly smiled, running a nervous hand through your hair. You watched as Jamie pressed forwards and slid an arm around your waist, making Natasha's eyes almost fall out of her head. She stepped back, glaring as his wide body shoved her out the way. He uncomfortably pulled you tight against him, making you squeak.
"It's what good boyfriends do." He smiled, and you blinked at him, shocked at his words.
"Oh, y-you're my boyfriend?" You breathed out in surprise, eyes widened. Jamie nodded at you, his eyes gleaming with something you weren't sure of. "That's nice." You chuckled quietly, eyes darting to Maverick who was currently watching you and Jamie like a hawk. You gasped and quickly looked back at your 'boyfriend', trying to hide the blush that was currently painting your cheeks pink.
"Well we've been seeing each other for a couple months now.." Jamie frowned gently, confusion evident in his voice. Phoenix's head whipped around at the speed of light at his words, and you stared at her like a doe caught in headlights.
"What?!" She mouthed at you, and you threw her an awkward grin, looking back at the man who had you in his grasp.
"Yeah, I guess we have..." You trailed off and nodded as you slid your hand down to his vice-like grip to try and remove it from your waist. "Jamie, you're hurting me." You whispered to him, and he quickly let go of you, offering you an apologetic look. Natasha still had her eyes on you two, observing your 'boyfriend' like he was a laboratory experiment. Little did you know, so did Maverick.
"Guess that means I should stay and make sure you don't do anything stupid then, huh?" Jamie joked, earning a disgusted look from Natasha behind him. You were speechless, and utterly lost at how to reply, so you just played along.
"Err, yeah, I guess," You swallowed.
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"So, how long have you been seeing that guy?" A familiar and warm voice suddenly appeared beside you, making your heart race. You turned around, finding the man you'd been desiring all night. A pink blush powdered your cheeks and you let out a gentle laugh at his question.
"Um, a couple months." You brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear mindlessly. Pete smiled at you, his eyes trained on yours. You could feel your stomach doing somersaults inside and you cursed yourself for such a thing. "He's, err, nice," You laughed again, pursing your lips.
"He seems it," Pete nodded in agreement and knocked his knuckles on the wooden bar top quietly. You bit down on your bottom lip and chewed it momentarily, not knowing how to navigate such a topic. "I, uh, never caught his name?" Pete's brows knitted together as he kept his eyes on you.
"Jamie." You stared at Pete, and he stared back at you. The two of you knew there was an undeniable connection between you - it felt like two magnets being held so close together but never being allowed to connect. It was like torture. Your eyes swiftly glanced down at his lips, and you so desperately just wanted to kiss him, but you knew better than that. So you tore your gaze away from him, despite the painful feeling that set within you. "You seeing anyone new?" You asked quickly, wanting to fill the silence that had settled between you two.
"Nah, I'm not exactly looking for anything right now," Pete said, making your heart drop - even though it shouldn't. "I'm happy by myself." He added with a smile that almost made your knees collapse. 'There it is,' you thought. Even if the two of you wanted each other, Pete had made it clear that nothing could ever happen between you two.
"I'm glad you're happy, Pete," You smiled at him, despite the sorrowful feeling beginning to gather in your chest. "It's about time, and it makes me happy that you're happy." You said with a gentle nod, catching sight of Jamie heading over to where you and the captain were currently stood. You held back a groan and clenched your jaw, sliding your eyes back to Pete who frowned at you, obviously noticing your change in behaviour. He threw a quick glance behind him, and turned back around with an amused smile painted on his lips.
"Ah," Is all he said as he leant up from the bar, inhaling slowly. Your head was angled down at the ground but your eyes were stuck on Pete like a magnet. God, why couldn't he just-
"Ready to go, honey-bear?" Jamie smiled at you, purposefully ignoring Pete beside you. You bit back a grimace and smiled at him back, nodding. Your 'boyfriend' slipped in front of the captain, though you could still see part of his face as he leant back onto the bar casually. Pete threw you a cringed look and you subtly rolled your eyes, tearing them away from him.
"Mhm," You hummed. "I'm just gonna pop to the toilet first." You said, throwing a glance at Pete. The captain stared down at the bar-top with a straight face, but you knew he was listening to your conversation. If you were honest, in your mind, you were imagining him following you to the toilets and living out your wildest fantasies.
"Okay, I'll meet you outside." Jamie stepped forwards to press a surprise kiss to your lips - in which you had no time to react to - so you accepted your fate and kissed him back, although it didn't feel right to you. As Jamie pulled away, you smiled awkwardly up at him and brushed a hand through your hair. He stepped back and began to walk away, but not before throwing a harsh look at Pete.
"I guess I'll see you soon then, Pete?" You cleared your throat, a hand flying up to wipe the wetness that Jamie had left upon your lips. Pete couldn't help but chuckle at your action, earning a groan from you.
"Yeah," He smiled at you with a short nod, leaving you unsatisfied. You wished you could just throw yourself at him, but life wasn't good to you like that. "See you soon, Y/N." Pete said as you began to wander to the toilets, and you waved at him.
"Ugh," You groaned to yourself once you were out of ear-shot, heading towards the bar toilets. The sound of your hand slapping against the swing-door echoed out in the empty toilets as you walked in; a warm orange light engulfed the room. The tiled wall was a sage green, and the floor complimented it with white tiles. Your tired reflection stared back at you in the circle shaped, black-rimmed mirror. Your hands fell onto the white countertops as you gazed down at the white basin, a distorted version of your reflection appearing in the silver faucet. As you stared at your reflection, another reflection appeared behind you, but it appeared more masculine than feminine.
With a soft gasp you whipped your body around to face the mysterious figure, but you were met with the someone you'd been hoping for. "Pete?" You breathed out, a little surprised at him being in the ladies room. "You know this is the ladies room, right?" You giggled nervously, glancing between him and the door. Your tense body relaxed slightly as he stepped closer to you, your hands still resting against the countertop.
"Yeah," Pete chuckled at your words, making your stomach do loops. You bit down on your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to distract your wandering mind. "I just wanted to see you again." He said, eyes never leaving yours. The way he stared at you made you feel like the only girl in the world, and to your dismay - it also made you breathless.
"Oh?" Was all you could muster up as he continued to step closer to you, until your chests were mere centimetres from one another. You swallowed thickly as his hot breath caressed your cheek, feeling your heart begin to go into overdrive. You were not an unfaithful person, you weren't brought up that way, but the way Pete was making you feel right now was really making you consider things...
"If you want me to go, just say so." Pete said quietly to you, his baby blue eyes glued to yours. You couldn't look away from him, he was so fucking captivating - like some optical illusion. Instantly you shook your head, and even though you looked desperate, you didn't care.
"No." You said simply as your hands flew to his chest; fingers knotting themselves in the collar of his leather jacket. "I want you," You whined softly, feeling small tears beginning to prick your eyes. "But..." You trailed off, letting your eyes fall to where your fingers were currently gripping onto his jacket. Pete nodded slowly, understanding where this was heading.
"I know, sweetheart." He mumbled, his eyes dotting over your beautiful face. You looked back up at him, gaze falling to his perfect pink lips for a slight second. During that miniscule amount of time, you debated everything. Was it worth ruining something with Jamie? Was it worth potentially ruining your friendship with Pete for something that is possibly just lust?
You looked back up into his eyes, and you knew that was it.
Within seconds Pete pressed his warm lips to yours passionately, his hands flying up to bury themselves in your hair. You whimpered at his touch and your hands slipped up to caress his neck as he pulled you flush against him; your thighs squeezed against the countertop as he pushed against you. Pete slid his hands down from your hair to your thighs and lifted you up so you were sat on the countertop, and instinctively you spread your legs so he could stand between them.
"Oh, Pete-" You moaned softly into his lips, feeling him smile against yours. "You're so much better than him," You said breathlessly in between his desperate kisses. Pete's hands squeezed your thighs, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh that surrounded him. Suddenly, it dawned on you that you were in a public bathroom - let alone the fact that your 'boyfriend' was waiting outside for you. You reluctantly pulled away from Pete, though you kept your hands wrapped around his neck, the pads of your thumbs softly stroking the nape of his neck.
"Shit, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" Pete stuttered and shook his head vigorously. God, what the hell was he thinking? You had a boyfriend. He stepped back from you and removed his hands, placing them at his sides, before wildly running one through his hair. A look of hurt painted your face as you watched him walk away, your heart dropping in your chest.
"Pete, no, it's fine," You sighed, slipping off of the countertop to reach him. You placed a soft hand on his cheek and it seemed to ground him, his eyes flying to meet yours. "It's not your fault, I shouldn't have said those things." You whispered as the two of you shared a warm gaze.
"No, don't say that." His voice was quiet as his eyes fell from yours to the floor, and you couldn't help but feel awful. You watched as his jaw clenched; the muscle flexing underneath the orange glow of the bathroom lights. "You're with someone, and I shouldn't have done that." Pete sighed, clearly disappointed in himself. Jesus, how could he be so reckless?
"You're right, I'm seeing Jamie... but I want you." You said lowly, thumb brushing against his cheek. Your let your head fall forwards, and Pete started to feel the guilt begin to eat at him as his eyes studied your face. "I can't help it. There's something between us that I can't deny, I don't feel anything when I'm with Jamie, but when I'm with you - it's... different. I-I don't know what it is, but I want it." You rambled, stumbling over your words like a new-born foal. You looked up to find Pete's eyes burning into yours, waiting desperately for you to say the one thing on his mind.
"I want you too." He admitted quietly, almost sheepishly - he knew how wrong this was... you had a man. The energy between you two was just too intense to handle, and it wasn't something the both of you were willing to ignore. "Are you sure about him, sweetheart?" Pete asked, his smooth voice piercing the veil of silence that had suddenly plagued the room. You blinked slowly as you gazed down at the floor before averting it to Pete's warm one.
"No." You answered curtly, staring straight at the captain. He was right in a way, you never felt happy around Jamie - in all honesty, he was a distraction. Not to mention a way to stop your parents from hounding you about when you were going to 'give them grandchildren.' Every time the man said anything you cringed, grimaced or even gagged. What the hell were you thinking? The solution to this problem was standing right in front of you.
Almost too quickly, you fished your phone out of your pocket and dialled Jamie's number. Pete's eyes were watching you swiftly, quite obviously confused at what the hell you were doing. You had to swallow a gag as Jamie's voicemail echoed through your phone. "Hi, Jamie, err, I think we should see other people. It's nothing personal, so please, don't take it that way. I just don't think I'm ready for a relationship just yet." You said into the phone, eyes closing momentarily to think of some bullshit to spew so you could end whatever you had with him without heavy repercussions. At that moment in time, you thanked your lucky stars that you didn't meet him through mutual friends, but during a night-out in a different state.
As you pushed your phone back into your jean pocket with a single finger, you looked back up at Pete who couldn't hide smile that was growing on his face. After listening to you, he was certain what was about to happen.
"So?" He cocked a brow, awaiting your answer. A toothy grin broke out on your face.
"I'm yours." A soft chuckle left your lips as Pete walked forwards to embrace you in his arms, the musk of his leather filling your nostrils with a homey and warm feeling. This was not how you expected the night to turn out... at all - but you weren't complaining.
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Okay then this is your opportunity to infodump about sharks, I'm listenin'
FECK. SHARKS!!
THEY'RE FREAKING AWESOME YA KNOW?! My favorite shark, since I was like, three or something, has always been hammerhead sharks. Theyre just so COOOOL!! And did you know there's different types? Yep! There'd 9-10 different species of hammerhead, my favorites being the greater hammerhead, scalloped hammerhead, and bonnet head.
Greater hammerheads have been known to eat stingrays, and are immune to their stingers. Some have been caught with ip to 74-109 barbs in their mouths. They can also tan!! When they're living in more coral reef areas, closer to the sun, they'll turn brown. They just got a sun tan!
Another favorite are thresher sharks. Gorgeous sharks with long tails they use to smack their prey with
Pretty huh?
Tiger sharks are another favorite, mostly cus they eat trash. Some have eaten unexploded bombs from World War ||. Crazy huh? If they don't like something, or their stomach says no, they'll just regurgitate the item in question. Stuff like tires, license plates, boots, and other things have been eaten, so it would take a LOT for them to not like something.
Plus I love how they look. With their striped bodies and blunt noses. Some even like to be pet! Being some of the more docile sharks. (Still be careful with them though. They are wild animals)
Goblin sharks are also freaking awesome!!
Sharks from the deep with elastic unhinged jaws that can snap up their prey in less than a second. Their large paddle-like noses are used to detect electrical currents. Inside of every shark they have what's known as a lateral line and the ampullae of lorenzini. The lateral line goes through the shark, whereas the AOL is on their snouts. Able to detect electrical currents from potential prey. (Fun fact, i apparently taught my mom about this and I don't have any recollection of it. Ask her and she'll tell you though)
Imagine the sheer amount of animals a goblin shark would be able to detect!!
Another favorite, one many of you probably haven't seen (and if you have, congrats!!!) The frilled shark!
These guys also can live in deep waters, and have six gill slits, making them REAAAALLLY old. Modern shark species only have five, these guys have six and haven't evolved in millions of years. They have trident teeth, perfect for catching their primary food, squid. The first gill slit also cuts around the entirety of their head, and the gills themselves have frills. Giving them their name.
Another deep-sea shark I love is the broadnosed seven-gill cowshark
Cowsharks are like hammerheads, there's different types. And this one is just cool! Lookit it, it looks like a puppy!! Sixgill sharks and Greenland sharks are also examples of cowsharks, having more than five gill slits. They're just. So cool!
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So, season 1
I had a blast
😁
Still somewhat reeling from the last episode tbh
So, what have we learned (other than the obvious that I love all the characters, who I refuse to rank because 😍 to them all)?
Phryne is a goddess, obviously. I suppose what I admire is that she has taken life by the horns. She is a fighter who still cares SO DEEPLY. She does not want to commit to one man (allegedly lol). But also I have a much better idea WHY she loves being (is compelled to be?) a private investigator. She can save others from suffering the fate she and her sister endured, she can save lives, and perhaps she can attone for the guilt she feels about not being able to solve the ONE case that mattered to her more than the rest. And with that solved now (?) what next?
Jack, arghjhgfdsjyhhgdjfh. Seriously :((( So, we have learned less about Jack. He is, after all, not the main focus and is unlikely to let slip much information unless under duress. He is a man of honour (to the point where I want to drop kick him, but we all have our crosses to bear). He went away to war a bright young thing, I suspect, and did not return the same. And while I find his wife's choice to leave him 😡, I am not blinded to the fact that she may have been dealing with too much to cope with and might not just be a heartless monster :/ I have no idea which one of them started divorce proceedings, or even if they are at that point yet. How long does that last? How long do I have to watch Jack manfully resist the urge to ravish Phryne. Can he cope? Can I cope? Will it be three fecking seasons? Probably 😫 I also know he is an honest copper who has compassion for some of the people he brings in. But do not cross him and DO NOT THREATEN PHRYNE. He WILL run down corridors screaming her name and he WILL fuck you up if you hurt her or anybody she loves! (that seems to go both ways)
Phrack - 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 Obviously the sexual tension is delicious. Watching the restraint makes me hold my breath. It is also very 🥵 And don't think I haven't noticed, Phryne, that you've been dating a LOT less men recently! Small things I loved: I loved that Phryne asked for Jack's help. That must have taken a lot, to let him see her scared. I loved that Jack tried to make her believe she wasn't to blame for Janey's disappearance but when she wouldn't budge he didn't push. He knew that it would only make it worse and then did his utmost till the end of the season to help her. I love the fact that they respect each other so very much. And while they clearly want to jump each other at any given moment, they do not. Obviously this is to torture us!
Dot and Hugh (Dugh? Hot? Hottie? Yeah, Hottie I bet that's it 😆). I am kinda dreading bumpy roads ahead. I mean, they have had such a sweet early relationship, something is bound to put a stick in the spokes of their bicycle. I hope not. I have enough to deal with watching Phrack I don't need Hottie angst! Anyway, Dot has become even braver, and even MORE loyal to Phryne. Hugh has become even softer on her, if possible. And while he still has a dangerously weak stomach, he is gaining confidence (and bullet wounds). They are still wholesome and sweet and a rare sighting of out-of-uniform Hugh was a treat at Phyrne's birthday party 🥰 (because let's face it, that helmet does the guy NO favours 😆). EVERYBODY needs to be more sympathetic when Hugh is shot next time or I will be having words!!!
Jane. Well, obviously people are going to have to stop kidnapping her or I may have a heart attack. She's really turned into a wonderfully intelligent, sweet, brave girl. She is VERY lucky to have found Phryne, and Phryne is very luck to have her 😊
Mr Butler continues to be amazing, particularly when he's out of his tree on hash fudge 😆 but I can't help feeling he's going to be having some trauma from him being incapacititated by fudge, and then milk, and totally missing Foyle when he was in the house. I do hope he doesn't beat himself up too much over that 😞I hope he finds a new lady friend to help him get over his wife's death.
Bert and Cec look smashing in their penguin suits no matter WHAT they might think. I do very much enjoy Bert's sneaky little 😏 expression. And the poor chap has lost all his friends except Cec recently so I hope Cec is looking after him!
Aunt Prudence continues to be a force of nature. How rich IS she? That house and the grounds was HUGE!!!! It was very entertaining and touching meeting the extended family 🥰 and that episode was proper freaky. I am NOT one for costume balls, they are inherently freaksome 😕 I love Phyrne's relationship with both her cousins. And I hope we see them all again.
This is obviously not everything but this is already quite long. So, see you all in season 2
🥳
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I mean there’s nothing in canon that disproves that the Core is super goofy. so why not
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In Amphibia episode "the Beginning of the End" Darcy captures Anne and others and intends to "do what [Andrias] could not: kill Anne." This is easily the scariest Darcymoment to me, because of the ease of which Darcy does that and because Darcy makes this face:
This is not a Marcy expression. This is about as far from Marcy as you could possibly get. Marcy would never make this expression in this context. Why?
Well, know that Darcy has all of Marcy's memories. Marcy has known Anne since they were toddlers, and they hung out after school every day. She probably knew Anne's favorite foods and Anne's favorite color. They probably watched movies together, huddled under a blanket with moonlight streaming in from the window. Do you know what it takes to know all of that and still wear this expression? You'd have to be a special kind of fucked up to do that, and I don't believe that Marcy is that fucked up.
So. This image would singlehandedly convince me that Darcy really, really, isn't Marcy, and isn't influenced by Marcy in this way at least. Because if Marcy had any amount of say in this - the Core wouldn't be able to kill Anne. At least not with this expression.
Sidenote I actually kinda like that Marcy is completely powerless in controlling Darcy's actions. It makes her slapping away Aldrich's hand all the more meaningful because Aldrich takes away everything afterwards, leaves her in a dark room with nothing, just herself, some lonely little girl in her school uniform and not Marcy the chief ranger of the Newtopian Knight Guard. And she still rejects him.
Anyway. Where does Darcy's quirkyness come from? Well, Darcy says it might've "inherited some of [Marcy's] quirks" but it clearly doesn't get influenced that much from Marcy (see the above). From what I can identify "inherited some of her quirks" might mean that ol' Darce here enjoys Marcy's favorite foods more and falls over a bunch. I can't say anything conclusive on like, personality changes because the Core doesn't have a canon personality that isn't Darcy to compare and contrast to, which is honestly such a shame.
But. There is one thing the Core does when it has yet to become Aldrich-as-the-Core or Darcy-as-the-Core. And that is this:
It gets really close to people just to mess with their heads. This is a consistent character trait displayed both as the Core and as Darcy. This does imply that it has a consistent personality.
Besides, the Core literally named itself “Dark Marcy” because “the name appeals to us,” implying that that thing is canon goofy I refuse to believe otherwise!!
EDIT: Also the Core's first reaction to meeting Marcy is to demand Andrias kill her. Immediately. It's first reactions as Darcy to meeting Anne is to 1. mock her, 2. declare the rebellion over, 3. fecking kill her!?
That's a very short path to killing, displayed both as the Core and as Darcy. Darcy is extremely hardcore and has no chill dot png.
Again, the Core doesn't have much of a personality, so I'm afraid the analysis has to end here. Sorry guys.
also this consistent character trait
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alright so! lost the ask this prompt was for because tumblr fecked up, so i’m incredibly sorry if this was yours 😭 veered from the prompt somewhat, but when don’t i. i hope you like the changes!!! (ღ˘◡ ˘ღ)
Ahsoka doesn’t recognise him, when they first find him; his signature is unmistakable, Ahsoka would know it in a coma and half Force-blind, yet the young face that stares back at her and Cody is one she hasn’t seen even in holos of her grandmaster from before the War.
But that light in the Force is unmistakably Obi-Wan Kenobi.
With Master Anakin on probation in the Temple for killing Raako Hardeen and Cad Bane (she refuses to think it was in cold blood, but was... was revenge actually better?), Cody had been the one to accompany her and the 501st to investigate a tiny cloaked complex near Naboo that was rumored to belong to Count Dooku. And maybe Cody knows something she doesn’t about her Grandmaster’s past, because that same pained recognition is on his own face — or maybe he really is Force sensitive the way Anakin always jokes.
Force, Obi-Wan isn’t even wearing robes, instead dressed in a grey tunic and soft pants that look an exact copy of the red ones worn by the clones on Kamino, and Ahsoka almost drops her gaze, feeling as if she’s caught him in his undergarments.
“... General?” Cody asks softly at her side, voice raw and betrayed, but this... Not–Obi-Wan just blinks at him.
“Oh, no, not me,” the thing wearing her Grandmaster’s face says with a Serennian accent, smiling apologetically. “I’m afraid he hasn’t been by in quite some time.”
Ahsoka exchanges a quick look with Cody before stepping through the doorway properly, Not–Obi-Wan sitting on an assortment of vermilion cushions that are the only splash of colour in the entire room of washed-out greys and stark whites. He simply watches her approach, an actual flimsi book laid across his lap in a language that Ahsoka doesn’t know, but it isn’t until she’s halfway across the room that she starts to see little differences between this boy and her grandmaster. A mole a little too far to the left, brown eyes a little darker than they should be, lower lip a little too full.
When she doesn’t say anything, he frowns suspiciously. “You are here to see General Grievous, yes?”
Ahsoka feels her heart freeze in her chest, as Cody makes a strangled sound she’s never heard from him before.
It draws Not–Obi-Wan’s gaze back to the commander, and he raises one dark brow. “I was not aware my grandfather kept any of Fett’s clones for himself.”
Cody sputters, hand twitching towards one of the blasters at his hip, but Ahsoka knows he would never actually shoot Master Obi-Wan — if this even is Master Obi-Wan. Just to be safe, she sidesteps to put herself between the two of them, and holds up one hand placatingly. “Your grandfather?” she asks carefully, but the Force assures her she already knows the answer. “I didn’t realise Count Dooku had any living family still.”
Surprisingly, he snorts, and jerks a hand around the barren room. “If you call this living.”
She blinks. “You’re trapped here?”
“I honestly don’t even know what planet I’m on.” He says it like it means nothing, like it’s a given fact that he has no control over, and Ahsoka has to stop herself from punching the nearest wall.
Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, Ahsoka glances back at Cody, whose expression has shifted to forcibly-blank. “What’s your name?” she asks, desperately wishing Master Anakin were here, that Master Obi-Wan were here. The Force does not lie to her, but she had also held her grandmaster as he died, in her arms, and the impossibility of this... man, barely older than she is, having the same signature that she had felt as it snuffed out is...
“I’m not entirely sure,” that man says, with a tiny, forced smile. “General Grievous calls me Kenobi, and Lady Ventress calls me Little Jedi, but my grandfather calls me Yan.”
After the briefest of pauses, the air positively suffocating with confusion and horror and disgust, Cody slams his helmet back on and whirls out of the room, and the bulkhead-style door clangs shut behind him.
Yan doesn’t seem surprised by his outburst, lips pressed together in a thin line as he stares after him for a moment before dragging his eyes back to Ahsoka. “I am quite sure I have never met either of you, yet you both still seem to know me,” he remarks softly, one thumb fidgeting with the edge of the pages of his book.
“I...” Ahsoka starts, but doesn’t know what she had planned to say. “I, um, how old are you, Yan?”
If he is surprised by this either, he doesn’t show it. “I believe I am 19 Serenno years old, but as I have not seen a Galactic calendar since I was a child, I cannot be sure.”
Deeply disturbed, she goes on, “What did you mean by your grandfather ‘keeping’ one of Fett’s clones?”
“I was under the impression he only picked the template because his master wanted Fett,” Yan offers, deceptively-clever eyes watching her reaction closely, “So it would surprise me if he chose to keep one around.”
If Yan is telling the truth, if it was Dooku that commissioned the clones, that means... that means Count Dooku and Darth Tyranus are one in the same. Force, Ahsoka doesn’t even know where to start on all the implications of that, and a small part of her is relieved that this is important enough that she will be handing it off to someone much older and wiser than her as soon as possible.
Not that she would remove herself from the case completely, not when Yan is observing her with eyes Ahsoka had watched go dim.
Tipping his head to the side, Yan’s gaze intensifies, hand twitching over his book. “You are not allies of my grandfather.”
Ahsoka inhales slowly. There’s no way she can lie to him — hopefully Cody is still just outside in case she needs backup. “No.”
“He didn’t keep a Fett clone around, your companion is part of the GAR.”
“He is.”
Yan contemplates that for another minute, and he doesn’t seem angry, but Ahsoka isn’t sure if she would be able to tell even if he did. When the silence stretches into a tension Ahsoka wouldn’t be able to cut even with her ’saber, Yan nods to himself.
Then his face splits into a smile, a grin she’d seen dozens of times right before her grandmaster would throw himself into an especially-reckless plan that he shouldn’t survive but somehow still did. Yan locks his eyes with hers with a ferocity that holds her firmer than gravity.
His smile widens. “You wanna help me break the kriff out of here?”
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Erasermic family cat headcanons
I just had a few thoughts to the Erasermic family, like they would totally adopt a bunch of stray cats. (English is not my first language so correct me please if something is wrong like grammar or stuff)
So, I gave them nine cats cuz I love cats but yeah, yolo ig
From youngest to oldest:
Nugget (1)
Sushi (3)
Window (4)
Sunrise (4)
Mew (6)
Mochi (8)
Tulip (10)
Maple (12)
Soup (16)
Bastard
he was just a fat bastard
Oboro found him on the streets
taked care of him
as he "died", Shota taked the cat
died sadly
was a brown Tabby cat
Sushi:
male
often really pissed and annoyed
sleeps 24/7
black
dark eyes
soft fur
hates when his belly is touched
reminds everyone a lot of Shota
Mew:
male
fluffy af, fluff ball, what the fluffin fluff
grey
Maine coon?
stray cat
doesn't sleep
always wants to be petted
always in a idgaf mood
is a little bit like Toshi
Mochi:
named by Shoto (in my Headcanon they would totally adopt him too)
female
stray cat, found and fed by Shoto
blind on her left eye
round
fluffy
she's not fat, thats fluff! Really!
creme white with black, caramel and brown spots
one spot covers her left eye and it looks a little bit like Shotos scar
nice af
hungry 24/7
Nugget:
named by Hawks (yes, Shota and Zashi don't care that he is an adult pro hero, they just said: you have a traumatic childhood and no parents? We got you boy!)
male
light brown/caramel with white paws, breast and belly,
only a kitten
yellow eyes
adopted from the others (they are fecking protective)
cute af
begs for food 24/7
sleeps fucking everywhere
Window:
really sleepy
always looks out the window
thats why he's named like that
I swear it was Zashi
short fur, not fluffy but soft af
Russian Blue
little Diva
only eats one food from that specific lable
lil bitch
Tulip:
fluffy white Lady
Oboro found her once at the street
years later Shota and Zashi found her again
and never let her go again
such a Lady
cleans herself at any possible minute
walks in their ways anytime
they often trip about her
she doesn't care
you can pet her literally anywhere
and she loves it
Sunrise:
Maine Coon
so big and fluffy, it's incredible
yellowish, beige, white fur
Shota found her in the sunrise, wounded
has still a scar from it above her eye
also a cut in her ear
honestly she fights like the devil
drama queen af
'touch me and you die' but only pretends
looks like a cinnamon roll… That's it
Soup:
ginger cat
a little ass
wants in every room
only to sit before it
everyone is pissed by it
like you go to the door, he meows like he's going to die, just so you can open the door and he sits before it and walks away
plays Hide and Seek with Eri
but he's a cheater
although he's too cute that anyone can be mad at him for a long time
Maple:
viridian eyes, like damn this eyes look into my fricking soul
looks like hours on the same spot on the wall
like, is their a ghost? A spider? A fly?
everyone gets nervous when she does that
caramel like fur like the shade of autumn leaves or of sweet maple
Toshi loves her so fricking much
she's the only one allowed outside because she's careful af
even before Toshi was adopted in the Erasermic household he would sometimes pet her under the trees and she falls asleep on him
falls asleep on anyone
don't move when it happens. It's a law.
also jumps on everybodys lap
Ragdoll cat
I have to say that some Fanfic inspired me so thanks for that
Also I have cats on my own so ig I know how cats are (lil shits, just gonna say)
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Young Royals - the review has arrived
I finally got my shit together and watched it properly and holy fuck it's so fucking good, kill me now, why didn't I watch this show before?
First - the acting. Holy shit the acting is so good! Edvin and Omar you bastards, got me on the feels 24/7. But 4real, they're all so good at making you feel what you're supposed to feel for the character and scene, be it love, hatred, sadness, whatever the shit they got you covered;
Second - the soundtrack! That shit slaps comrades, it fecking slaps. The bops also fucking Omar with his fucking voice, you bastard;
Third - Wilmon my beloved <3. I love them so much omg, another otp for my list;
Four - this show fucking broke me at times okay. Like the angst, fuck that shit hurt, just let my boys be happy together;
Five - I had to talk about this, obv, but I love how the main theme and conflict of the show is class and how it affects people and their relationships. Like, aside from the fact that that is the cause of conflict in Wille and Simon's relationship, the way the show doesn't shy away from expressing all the negativity that comes from classism is just mwah;
And now last, but not least, the characters:
Obv Wille and Simon are my babies, I love them so much omg! How they grew as the series progressed is everything, and I'm really intrigued to see what the show does to them, both as individuals and as a couple;
Felice is just such an icon, omg, I love her! Like as she embraced herself and stopped being what others *cof* her mom *cof* wanted just - yes girl, you go girl!
August can go fuck himself. I hate him. No reason to say why, if you don't there's something clearly wrong with you;
Sara leaves me so conflicted, and I wonder what the show will do with her next season;
I didn't really know what to feel about Marcus, pretty meh, knew he wasn't gonna end up with Simon; until that bitch pissed me off when he came with the "oh i didn't see the video" and dad mention right after Simon said he didn't want a relationship. Red flag much? Then you look back and you have: walking into the bedroom when they're strangers, making Simon do karaoke and introducing him by his full name so that everyone that knows of the sex tape knows it's him, acts like their in a relationship when they're not even though Simon made it clear he's not ready for that aka bitch can't take a no. Yeah my friends, Marcus is a walking red flag and he can go fuck himself;
Prince Erik, rip, you were a good brother and will be missed;
Ayub and Rosh ily two (though you were in the wrong to try and push Simon into going out with someone irk marcus on top of it ik you two had the best of intentions at heart);
Linda my beloved <3
Good job Boris, fantastic work;
I'mma be real with y'all, missed most of what happened to the rest of the students but I am team Hillerska put on a massive act to get Wilmon back together if only i could find the post that said it first dammit
Fuck the queen and the court, they (minus Wille) could all die for all I care (if Wille wasn't going to be devastated for the lost of some of them). Fuck the royalty! not in the sexy way, that's a Simon @ Wille's right only
Ofc the feelings are regarding the character and, once again, talking about the cast, they did an amizing job and I loved it. Even when the shits I disliked showed up on screen I still loved the cast amazing work (stating the obvious mutch).
#long post#young royals#edvin ryding#omar rudberg#wilmon#wilhelm x simon#prince wilhelm#simon eriksson#felice ehrencrona#august horn#sara eriksson#marcus young royals#prince erik#ayub young royals#rosh young royals#linda young royals#boris young royals#queen kristina#reviews#my post#yr cast
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gonna give u all a list of diner facts but like, from the perspective of new employees at the diner, okay? okay.
so for starters, the tip jar exists but not many customers deign to use it. so stanley, richard, aisling, ramsay and rani's parents (sayed and anika) all generously and anonymously cushion the jar with as much cash as they can fit into it each day.
none of them know that there's other people doing this.
they just assume their own cash is just topping off the unexpected generosity of manhattanites.
the employees all get paid 20 dollars an hour at the starting rate (for serving staff, hostesses, baristas, the chefs get paid a bit more), and between richard's inheritance (big bucks) and stanley's accumulated wealth from both his businesses (fairly big bucks too) and privately, aisling's inherited financial wealth (MEGA big bucks) the three of them find ways to promote or provide bonuses for all the employees.
one time aisling gave a struggling college student a 100% raise "because of the smile".
nate will act like the grumpiest bastard alive but the truth is that he does care deeply for his colleagues and family, and he'll make sure to conceal that by getting any trainee baristas to ask for your favorite coffee and teach them to make it so you can have a good cup at the start of the shift.
henri is snobby as feck but like. u get a lot of free food out of him if you keep praising him. which speaks so many volumes, henri, oml--
etienne is just sunlight personified and will give you a smile, a hug, a handshake or a high-five depending on ur preference. also unless u genuinely enjoy eating lunch alone, he's gonna drag u into the group table to have lunch with them. sorry, it's too late, he's ur bestie now.
danny will drive u home every night, no question. he's after spending sixteen years living in alaska, he is firmly convinced that new york is just a magnet for danger and violence, he's not about to let the newbies get caught in the crossfire between the avengers and some new alien threat.
ramsay LOVES to chat and get to know people. he's like the anti-henri, he just loves getting to make friends and firm connections with people. by the end of ur first day he's gonna know ur mother's maiden name and ur father's favorite variety of cabbage.
rani is a sweetheart and very eager to take people under her wing, but more like a "little sister" energy, like she's very bubbly and enthusiastic and will literally not stop bouncing around once u agree to go to a diner event (aka family dinner).
bella will hide her emotions under a perfect deadpan but she extends her friendship through small, background acts. like tossing u a bottle of ur favorite drink, passing an earphone to you to share her music, rolling her eyes to you whenever an aggravating customer walks in.
stanley adopted u the second u sat down for the interview and will not even hide that fact like if u have a really shitty day and a customer makes u cry, guess who's already shoving up the sleeves and heading out there bc "nobody messes with MY kids, goddamnit!"? you guessed it. it's stanley the manly.
richard also adopted u but it's a quieter adoption process. he'll sit with u on coffee breaks and ask what your favorite coffee/tea is and he'll either nod approval or ask nate to make him one so he can "understand" you. if he doesn't like it, he just hums once and asks you if you do the wordle.
#( ' a certain... wisdom. ' / hc. )#( i have SO MANY of these )#( and so many for each employee too )#( the diner has an entire world and i love it too much )
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Derry Girls future/family headcanon Part 2😊
. 2:55am - Mary, Gerry, James and Erin arrive at Altnagelvin Hospital. It's started to snow heavily again, so Erin, Mary and James are dropped off near the front and Gerry is instructed to go park the car while they check in. Inside, they're greeted by Deirdre Mallon coming off a night shift. Deirdre is by no means a sentimental or overly emotional woman, but ever since her sister basically abandoned her only child in Derry she and her husband Martin have become parental figures to James. They announced Erin was pregnant by James giving them a card reading, "You're Going To Be Grandparents!" with a tiny sonogram photo from the first scan tucked inside. Deirdre was so astonished she teared up the tiniest bit, but that's a secret she's taking to her grave.
. She does congratulate her nephew and Erin and says she'll visit later when the baby's born, before turning to James and telling him sternly, "Look after her and for God's sake don't bloody faint like Martin did with our Michelle."
. Once Deirdre has headed home they go on to the check-in desk, where after giving their names the nurse informs them once they fill in the paperwork they'll be taken up to a private room. Erin and James are very surprised at this as they didn't ask for one (usually because there's none/very few available) and turn around to see Mary standing behind them looking like the cat who's got the cream. Turns out as soon as she knew Erin was in labour, she rang Janette Joyce, whose husband works at the hospital (and who she's close friends with now) and called in a wee favour😉
. Once they're settled in, a very jolly and plump midwife in her 50's strolls in and introduces herself as Brenda. She examines Erin and to Erin's disappointment, she's only 3cm dilated. She sees Erin's face fall, pats her on the shoulder and assures her they won't send her home, it'll just be a while before things get moving. Mary vouches for this; childbirth is exciting and everything but it's also one of most uncomfortable, inconvenient and boring experiences of her life. Naturally, Erin's not exactly thrilled by her ma's sage advice.
. 3:06am - Gerry arrives, having finally parked the car and trekked inside, dusted liberally in snow. Mary is sat in the chair next to Erin's bed reading a book from home, James is pacing up and down the room constantly asking Erin if she's okay, does she need anything, etc. Gerry immediately notices James is looking very panicky, and decides to do something about it.
Gerry: I'm gonna go and get some teas. James, you want to give me a hand?
James: *Is still pacing, hasn't even heard Gerry*
Mary: *confused* What? I've a flask of tea in me bag.
Gerry: Right. I...I meant coffee, love. Coffee. We could all do with some caffeine.
Mary: You hate coffee, Gerry.
Gerry: *scoffs nervously* No I don't.
Mary: Yes you do, the first time you tried it you gagged and said it tasted like you were drinking petrol.
Erin: Aye, and I can't have that, Daddy. I can't have anything but fecking ice right now.
Gerry: ...Right. *Trying to think of an excuse* Well, even so, you didn't bring cups, did you love? For the tea. No cups, Mary, how could you forget, eh? So we'll just head down to the canteen for some, and James'll help, won't you, son?
Mary: *confused AF* You need help carrying four plastic cups?
Gerry: Yes I do. Getting on in years and all that. Off we go, James!
James: Sorry, what's happening?
Gerry: Be back in a few! *Quickly grabs James by the shoulder and speedwalks them out of the room*
*Erin and Mary exchange bewildered looks*
Mary: What is wrong with him?
*James and Gerry in a lift*
James: *fidgeting nervously* I should probably go back... Erin'll be needing me.
Gerry: Mary's with her, they'll be grand.
James: Yeah, I know, but I should still be in there... to help and stuff.
Gerry: The lift's closed now, might as well head on to the canteen. We'll only be a few minutes.
James: *clearly unsure* I suppose...
*awkward silence*
Gerry: You, uh, feeling alright about all this?
James: Yeah, yeah. Fine. Totally fine.
Gerry: Mhm. Only I couldn't help but notice you were looking a bit... jumpy in there.
James: *starting to look uncomfortable* Jumpy? Me? No, no, I'm fine... All good.
Gerry: James.
James: *sighs* ...We're not really going to get cups, are we?
Gerry: No. I just figured I should get you out of there before you paced a hole in floor, maybe if you wanted to talk...
James: What? Talk about what? *talking faster and is now visibly frustrated and panicking* About how for the past nine months I have been doing all this preparation for being a dad, all the parenting books, all the doctors' appointments and following all the advice? About how despite doing all that I am still absolutely shit scared that none of it's going to matter and I'm going to be just like my own mother, who was such a bad parent that she abandoned me, came back to use me for her fucking sticker company, and then left again?! And now it's all happening, it's actually happening, and soon I'm going to be responsible for a tiny little person that I have to somehow not fuck up and I'm not ready, Gerry! I'm not! *Hyperventilates* I-I can't breathe!
Gerry: Look, son, it's alright, you're just having a panic attack. It's okay. Take a few deep breaths and try to calm down. *Pats James on the shoulder*
James: *Still hyperventilating while leaning against lift wall* I don't think I can!
Gerry: James, these are all totally normal fears - well, apart from the stuff with your mother, I know that's complicated. But every new parent feels like this, I promise.
James: Do they? Do they really?! Just an hour ago, the carseat cut me while I was installing it. *Holds up bandaged finger* It cut me like I owed it money, Gerry. And now all I can think is, that thing can't possibly be safe for a baby but it's too late, the stupid thing's already in there, mocking me, saying, "You bought a death trap for your baby that will slice it to ribbons the second you strap them in, and also you're going to be a terrible father who will fail your child in every possible way!" Oh, and I didn't even think to install the bastard carseat before now, no, I forgot all about it and then had to do it when my wife told me she was in labour in the middle of the night! I can't be the perfect father and husband Erin and the baby need!
Gerry: *scoffs in disbelief* What are you on about? Of course you're not going to be perfect at it!
*James has finally calmed down a little and turns to stare at Gerry*
James: *sarcastically* Jesus Christ! Thanks a lot, that helps!
Gerry: What I mean is, you don't need to be. You're doing something new, and quite frankly, absolutely terrifying. I mean, I've been at this dad thing for 28 years. I've one grown up daughter and the other nearing the teenage years, which, based on her sister's are going to be a barrel of fecking laughs, and I still feel like I've no idea what I'm doing most of the time. But that's okay. You make mistakes, learn from them, and keep on trying. And just pray they don't turn out to be murderers or arseholes.
James: *shakes head* But Erin seems so calm and ready for all this compared to me. I mean, how is she not having an complete and utter breakdown like I am? It's unnatural!
Gerry: Well, I suppose she's just had a lot of time to get used to the idea. Mary was the same, really. Just went with the flow. *sighs heavily* There's old this saying... "Women become mothers when they're pregnant, and men become fathers when their child is born". I didn't really believe it at first, to be honest. Thought it was some old wives tale. I didn't feel scared, just... excited. *pauses for a moment* And then Erin was born. There she was, this tiny wee thing all wrapped up in her blanket and looking up at me with those massive eyes... and it suddenly hit me that I was a da to this little girl. Someone she'd be depending on and looking to for, well, everything, her whole life. Someone to make her feel safe, comfort her when she was sad, teach her right from wrong and give her the right tools to grow up into her own person. *pauses and looks at James* And I had no idea how I was going to do that. It was scariest feeling I'd ever had. When we brought her home that first night, I lay awake for hours, trying to wrap my head around it. Trying to figure out how the hell I was going to be up to the task.
James: ...You really felt that way?
Gerry: Really. And it's okay for you to feel a bit overwhelmed. Just don't forget you can do this. Trust me, you are not your mam. I've known you for a long time now, and I know you're not the type of lad that just gives up on something when it's hard. You're loyal, you're kind and responsible, and you've proved that to me time and time again. You showed up to take Erin to the school dance when that horrible lad stood her up, you got everyone to Donegal and back safely - well, minus what might have been a concussion from being hit by a parked van - you've always stood up for what's right, had your friends' backs... You're one of the good ones, James. You just need to remember it, and tell Erin about all these worries and doubts you're having, for God's sake. No point in bottling it up. *shrugs* And to be honest, she's a smart girl. She's probably already picked up on it herself. Trust me, Erin's not made of steel, even if she acts like it. She's probably nervous and very scared too, she just puts on a brave front because she's stubborn and it's who she is. You'll feel much better if the two of you communicate and work it out together, and just keep trying your best. That strategy turned out alright for Mary and me. *pauses and smiles at James* You and Erin'll be great parents. I know it.
James: *long pause before smiling back and sighing in relief* Thanks, Gerry. I mean it. You know, you're really quite wise.
Gerry: *smirks* Can you put that in writing for Joe?
James: *laughs loudly*
Gerry: Come here. *pulls James into a hug*
*At the same moment the lift doors ding open to reveal a small group of people, who stare in confusion/surprise at the them hugging. James and Gerry soon notice and quickly separate, looking embarrassed.*
Gerry: *awkwardly clears throat* Morning, all.
*The people file into the lift and the doors close*
That's the end of Part 2, everybody! Please comment your feedback😊Hope you enjoyed it, and Part 3 will be up soon:)
#jerin headcanons#derry girls headcanon#jerin#jerin derry girls#james x erin headcanons#james x erin#james maguire#erin quinn#gerry quinn#mary quinn#derry girls
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Hi Em, hope you’re having a great day/night 💙☺️
I just had the opportunity to read the new chapter … SPEECHLESS
🥹🫠😭🥺😍
I don’t have the word, i think Lady Gaga said it best :
“talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before.”
I’m in love with the way you make the story feel like it was written at that old time and it doesn’t feel out of place which is realyyyy impressive , English isn’t my first language so I learnt a lot of new vocab through your TOE installments
( Can i just also say I REALLY LOVED and miss the little history book snippets that You did in the beginning of little sl*t’s chapters 🥹)
I’m really excited for Daddy Daemon & Mommy Babey 🥺 It was such a good thing that you told the delivery through Daemon’s eyes! I bawled my eyes out all the way through the whole thing! He was so panicked and scared and in love 🥺🥰
The whole birth story was so accurate too, I admire how much you have committed to accuracy through this installment, not that i thought anything less before💙 cause it’s really refreshing to see that in a birth fic; just wanted to thank you, personally I really appreciate the you put this much time and energy into each chapter even though you really don’t have to 💙💙
This part tore my heart apart 🥺🥺 there was so manyyyyy cute and wholesome moments… babey’s smile for her kiddos, Ulla getting emotional, Daemon ready to shred Gerardys to pieces,Rheanyra coming and comforting her,the i love you, the my heart, the you’re fire you’re grace, the mother reference … ugh 😩 i could go on and on 🫠
THANK YOU ☺️💙 I’m more obsessed than before ( if possible )
-🌙. My name’s Luna btw 🫣
HELLO, LUNA!!!!!!!! MY MOON FRIEND, THAT'S WHAT I CALL YOU IN MY HEAD! 🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙 aaaaaaaaaah
Ack, pleeeeez, I'm so happy you enjoyed the latest chapter! It was a fecking titan to write, and it stressed me out something fierce. The birth was going to be as detailed as I could get it, I knew that going into the instalment before this one - that way, I can ease up on the detail in subsequent pregnancies (I hope lol). So there was a BUNCH of research I had to do to make sure it was right. It always grinds my gears just a little when I see something I know is medically/ physically/ generally inaccurate as a reader, notwithstanding fantasy embellishments of course. I'm glad it seems to have been pulled off well enough!
I also do try my best to write old-fashioned, haha. I was that dork in high school who thought she was better than everyone else because I carried around 'classics' and read them in my spare time. God, I was an uppity bitch. Wanna suckerpunch that ho when I think about her, lol. As a fun result, I picked up that rambling hoity-toity prose they use in older novels, so I do my best to emulate that within the bounds of reason. I try to maintain very deliberate stylistic differences between characters, too - for example, Babey rarely ever uses contractions (i.e. 'I won't' or 'please don't' etc.) to reinforce her prim-and-proper nature, and when she does it is a moment of tension (i.e. sex lol or the birth scenes). Daemon is somewhere in the middle as a noble but free-spirited dude (he'll use contractions, but he's still a bit of a fancyword guy). Kid characters like Luke will use words such as 'wanna' to highlight their youth, and so on. This adds nothing to the story, but it satisfies a little itch in my brain!
I TRIED TO ADD AS MANY NAWWWW TEAR-JERKY BITS AS I COULD HAHAHA, because I wanted this to be a real 'epiphany/ spiritual awakening' experience for Daemon. Like, "holy shit, I'm a daddy now". So this birth was big drama to unpack all that trauma that's been built up over the past 200,000-odd words and get them set on the road to healing. Babey made it through the birth just fine; she survived something she feared above all else, and Daemon was right by her side for it. (On a side note, this is actually a canon book thing - Daemon was present for all the births of his kids with Rhaenyra, INCLUDING Visenya, which makes me think he'd also have been present for Baela and Rhaena's births and his little stillborn boy.)
I have one of those history book snippets coming for the end of the next chapter, kinda like a book-end! Because I consider gevivys, donus rinus and nuhus prumys as plot-centric fics, I bookend them with the quotes; and because ilibitsos was a smut-centric one-shot fic, I began each 'part' with a quote. There is a weird method to that madness, I promise, haha! I really enjoy writing the history snippets - and this upcoming one has been written and waiting since Chapter 5 of donus rinus! Very excited to end the instalment with it.
Thank you so, so much for your amazing commentary, Luna! Thrilled you enjoyed this chapter!
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I know we can't romance anyone, but Ursula is fully my wife. She almost always comes to see me fishing, more than the other characters. And I'm pretty much just gay for her. And she calls me sweet pet names. So in my head, she is my wife.
Also the amount of times someone says something to me about it being dangerous or I could really risk myself and I'm just like "eh, I've faced worse. Not like my life matters that much. It'll be okay, unlike that one time when things didn't work out, but that was in my world not yours!" so I feel like everyone in this valley just watches me walk around like the autistic bean I am and then just get worried cause I keep mentioning really dark shit. I swear if they could hear me, they'd be really concerned.
Spoilers for the quest The Curse in the game, it's a story quest:
I love how this whole curse is going on and I'm just over here like "serves ya right Scrooge. Fuck you and your prices. I hope you're fecking miserable in there, ya stupid damn capitalist." and then I'm just running around trying to feed the rabbits and sea turtles while everyone is basically trapped. And then I'm told I have to give up my magic and I'm just like "yeah, okay. That's fine." And Ursula is like "we'll see if it's so easy for you" and I'm like "nah it's literally fine. I don't care that much." And Kristoff is ready to give up his memories of Anna and I'm like "I'm sure it'll be fine, it's not like that one time when things didn't work out. But that was just something with me. Everything will be fine, I know it." And I swear Kristoff would be so worried about me lol.
Like this entire curse is going on and I'm just going about my business best I can and just focusing on cute animals and taunting Scrooge McDuck and I just wonder what the characters would actually think of me.
Also this was just crack, but I had a daily discussion with Scrooge in his store and he asked if I saw Donald anywhere. I just turn the camera and stare at Donald like 4 feet away staring at a mannequin. Like, yeah I have no idea where he is (/sarc.) I literally walked into the store and heard his meltdown and it was just fecking hilarious.
Anyway, Ursula makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside cause of the pet names and compliments I get from her so yes I am very gay. She's a lovely woman.
And finally. I was not ready for the gaslighting from Mother Gothel. Like it didn't last, but the first meeting did slightly trigger me.
#disney dreamlight valley#dreamlight valley#disney#ddv#Ursula#mother gothel#actually traumatized#I'm like trauma dumping on fictional characters lol#small spoilers#I'm marrying Ursula#Her name is Ursula not sea witch#Better respect her Merlin#Seeing Mother Gothel ask Merlin about his age had me dying of laughter#I hate Scrooge McDuck#I am very happy#actually autistic
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Dark Angel Reaction: FLUSHED
Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]
I… I don’t even know what to say to that. She’s so… boo hooo. Idk
Gotta blaze
Next scene: fire
Bitch, he clearly already made it. just eat
I’m sorry. Some drunk slaps me, and I could kill him with my pinky? Well. Ya, he wouldn’t be slapping any more
Jesus hell, her smile tho ☠️☠️☠️ Between her and Maze I’ve done began questioning my damn sexuality ☠️☠️
Also. The cliche “I’m ok” until the whole “stay with me” line then *poof* sleep. That’s not how seizures work ma’am.
The hell selfish af! Just stole the money! [THIS IS WHERE I STARTED GETTING ANNOYED BTW] Is this how she acts here on out? [Yes] Ew
[Okay, so now we’ve got a running total of: her random one-day boyfriend and Normal who know that she doesn’t sleep; like half the random population who have seen her magical strength; and who-knows-how-many thugs who’ve seen her blur + some other combination of Manticore powers. Yeah, she’s reallllll subtle.]
Bitch flung him out like a tooth pick
Intervention. Gotta love it.
☠️☠️☠️ Bruh tell them you have seizures you dumbo. Like tf
That damn magic knife again
[Oh, and now… a random hospital orderly, too.]
Well damn. What a douucheeeeee
Wait, her actual name is original Cindy? [Or it’s at least the main name she goes by. Or O.C.]
WOOOOOW NICE MAX
WAIT. wait who is he? The one that told her to clean herself up. [The actor?] Yeah. [I'll send the IMDB page later.] Okay.
[Getting arrested is going to go amazingly well given that she’s from. You know. Manticore. The secret place she’s not supposed to reveal she’s from.]
Coppppsss 😤
Dead feet
SOMEBODY SAY SHE HAS FUCKING SEIZURES
THANK UOU!! JESUS FUCK!!! like 😤😤😤😤
☠️☠️☠️ They put men and women together lol Wot.
WOT. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Cannibalism?
Oh my ☠️☠️☠️ Cops in heels. Sounds kinky
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Midpoint Judgement: So Maxs attitude is like so fucking annoying in this one. But also I half kinda sorta feel bad for her cause ya know seizures. BUT SHE COULD HAVE JUST TOLD THEM. INSTEAD OF ROBBING THEM. AND GETTING THEM KICKED OUT. Like, talk about selfish!! [You know how we’ve been talking about how Max had been bodysnatched by a nicer person in the first episodes? This is the Max that most of the rest of the series deals with.] Ew.
– – –
She looks so tiny. Next to him, and holding that big ass jar
Does he get dead? [Uh… don’t think so?]
Uh oh. They saw the barcode
Wait, how’s Logan driving? [Uh. Um. I. Don’t actually know. No clue, honestly. That. Huh.]
“She’s a good girl.” Boy, hush
Umm! Ummm? I love OC
Oh noooo sob story
Oh shit. Oh no. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
[I continue to be unclear on how he was driving.] THANK YOU
They say you've got a thing for her cause it’s obvious. You dummy
IM HER HOME GIRL TOO! IM deaddddd! [I love him.]
Oh shit.
Oh. It’s a flash back, but still.
Awww. I’m not supposed to like her, dammit *insert “I’m soft” gif*
Bruh. Mennnnnn
Poor new girl is like: tf you talking about?
Ohhhhhh creeeeeeeeep ewwww
Whaaaat the feckkkk I didn’t sign up for this
Ewww he’s a creep too. Gross.
Lintlickerrrrrr *insert “You lint-licker” gif* [No, literally. There’s a lint-licker gif. Okay, then, the world is stranger even than I knew.]
Poor girl ☹️☹️
Oh man. *starts typing* [“Six-inch, black, patent-leather pumps in your future” scene?] 😂😂 Yes: the intensity
Oh shit. Her face. That was lowkey creepy af.
Kill ‘em.
Her. Fecking. Attitude. Ew.
Should have let her kill him
Well shit she got got
And now he’s got got
“I broke your lock. Sorry.” Wot. Wot. WOT.
WAIT. WAITTTTT. DID HE. IS SHE. MAAM. IS OC. [SPEAK, MA’AM. IS OC WHAT?!] WENCH. DID HE SHOOT HER. [NO.] Ok 🙂 [Ma’am.] *innocently* What???
I love OC.
[Max is still smiling. What tf is going on.] *Simultaneously* Oh, better attitude
She probably wouldn’t
That’s one way to say it. [Oh, look, SHE’S SPILLING SECRETS AGAIN.] She did tho ☠️☠️☠️☠️
😂😂😂😂 Yesss Logan! Respect
😂😂😂😂 I love it. Take that, Walter!
☠️☠️☠️ And a pony. I love it
Why don’t I hate this show? Hmph. Hmph I say Wench. [You haven’t even seen Jackles yet.]
Wow. That, Max. That was low. “You gonna just sit there” BITCH THATS ALL HE CAN DO
And ISSSSSSSSA WRAP ON 3!!!
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