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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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mickey !! crawling out of my blanket fort for the ask game u just rbd…… for the questions, maybeee 1 + 26 + 41?? :3 am making a cup of coffee for u in preparation ☕️

OMG OMG OMGGGGG ARIIII MY SWEET LITTLE IRIS IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HEREEE<333333

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

satoru................................ nobody is surprised lmao but he's my little itty bitty honey bunny blue eyed princess and i just feel like smiling whenever i think about him okay:(( i love him so much wahh:(( and also yuuji and hinata<33333 btw are we.. are we seeing a theme here i am not immune to big smiles alright????

i wish i could also say like abby or ellie from tlou but... i get no fucking comfort from them only pain and suffering idk why i like them in the first place smhh jkjk little angry lesbians oh how i love you so

okay now that i'm really thinking about it, thee most obscure little guy popped into my head - schmidt from new girl. i've only seen like the first three seasons but every time i see this guy i'm like yes. thank you schmidt. you are funny.

tried to go 2 minutes without talking about him but.... it is toji too. i keep seeing thee softest fanart of him on twt and i just melt every time. like pics of him in big jackets n coats with a massive scarf:(( or with him n mamagumi:(((((((((( idk i think about getting a hug from him and i'm fixed for a while what more could i ask from a comfort character🐱🐱

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

ok this is the first thing that first came to mind and i think it's so funny so that's the one i'm gonna go with

cue little eight year old mickey right. my family and our relatives were all at our family home, eating breakfast in the big room. there are multiple windows and when you look out you can see the front door right.... remember that. anyway, there's like 15 people in the room bla bla and i was sent to go fetch the fucking newspaper or smth.

so i go outside. and there's Three big steps there. okay another very important fact that i was a very. very very clumsy kid. let's continue. i fall down the three massive steps. of course. bare knees and all, fly right into the asphalt underneath but the thing is... i was clumsy but i wasn't a crier. like i always fell off trees and there literally wasn't a single summer until i was like 16 where my knees were NOT bruised and bloody lmao.

so i'm fine. i just thought it was funny bc c'mon how the fuck do you fall down three steps you know. but then i felt it... the glare........

still sitting on the ground with bloody knees and palms, i slooooowly turn around and find my dad just staring right at me. NOBODY else was looking, only him. he's looking at me and then he just slowly shakes his head......................................... omfggggg brooo don't act like you never did thattt😒😒😒😒 anyway idk why this one is so stuck in my head but i do still think it's so funny it's so stupid like why was he staring??? go help your kidd?????? i mean i was fine i didn't want his help buT IT'S ABOUT THE POINTTT

41. how do you take your coffee?

with milk and sugar hihihii!!! when i go out i usually order a cappuccino or if they have a frappe in the selection i'm getting that!!!

i'm good with it being hot, i'm good with it being lukewarm, i'm good with it being cold - i am not picky!!!!! i'm also not picky over the quality lmao i drink those capsule coffees at home and but i'm super used to the 3in1 drinks too just bc i was drinking a lot of those at work yk

#HEHEHEHEHHE #ILY ARIII #THANK U FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE “GET TO KNOW MICKEY” EVENT #i hope i am now even..#was gonna say cooler but i did just tell you a story about me falling down exactly three steps so ig that's a fucking reach huh #but we are closer NOWWWWW #mwah mwah mwah mwah #mayor of loserville #ari <3 #friends!!#interview the mayor

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heymacy · 1 year

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Hi my love, yes I need to talk to someone about that first kiss in the van and I see you're awake before 7am and losing it over that scene, so here I am. Listen. Mickey decided to be brave. Because he wanted to keep that dorky rotc boy all to himself. So he kissed him. For the first time! His first time kissing him! His first time kissing a boy! Maybe his first time kissing anyone?? Omg. Do you think he planned it, or do you think it was spontaneous? Do you think maybe he was like "I'll feel it out when we get there" or did he have a game plan and know exactly how he was going to have the others distracted so he could do it? Holy shit imagine the butterflies in his stomach? How weak in the knees he must've felt? But he did it! It must have felt so good! And so scary! And then Ian makes the softest, happiest face! Because he caught him by surprise! I need to lie down!

the way i literally had your blog pulled up about to message you something along the lines of "thanks for the OG van kiss brain rot at 7am" BUT HERE YOU ARE comin' at me with EVEN MORE FEELS this fine saturday morning!!

mickey is the bravest boy in the world. he's so courageous in so many ways but in this moment? their first kiss? HIS first kiss?? BEYOND brave 🥺 that's my personal headcanon, that this was his first kiss with anyone. and it makes me fucking sob bc what better first kiss to have than one with someone you're head over fucking heels for?? even if it ends in chaos?? i don't think he ever trusted anyone the way he trusts ian, the way he feels so safe with him in a way that's new and unfamiliar and terrifying and invigorating. it's unlikely, in my mind, that he would ever trust anyone else with anything so intimate and personal. maybe not as he aged, but definitely in this moment.

i think he planned it in the same way someone "plans" for a fight. you know you'll be there, you know they'll be there, and you know what's about to go down but you have no way of knowing exactly what's going to happen. because maybe they'll surprise you. or even better, maybe you'll surprise yourself. and i think that's what he did! surprised himself! because i know he woke up that morning realizing he may have a chance to prove ian wrong - that he isn't afraid to kiss him - and decided to take it if the opportunity presented itself. i don't think he knew the logistics of it. i think he just knew that it was something he needed to do, something he wanted to do, and the next time he saw a chance, he'd take it. and he saw his chance!! and he took it!! and it was beautiful and wonderful and life-changing and earth-tilting and reality-shifting and all the incredible things 😭

and ian's little face? his soft little smile? the way his brain is fully offline in that moment just sparking back to life and realizing that yeah, YEAH, that just fucking happened?!? can you IMAGINE the butterflies both of them felt? i'm imagining it and getting butterflies myself in that nostalgic puppy love kind of way 🥹

thank you. thank you for the brain rot. give me 32 hours and i'll be by your side, on the floor, face in the carpet, wailing. because that's exactly how bonkers these two little fools make me. make US. good lord. i am simply overcome 😭

#jessie jess bud beloved 💛#the way i love you so #s3 boys make me fucking insane in the best possible way #they're SO YOUNG and SO ENAMORED with each other it's fucking WILD #to look back on these moments knowing where they ended up is just so......[wails] y'know???#they had no idea what was coming #[jake peralta voice] gonna go cry in the bathroom now peace out homies! 🥲✌🏻#I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU #macy babbles #nurturingcas #metalheadmickey #headcanons

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crimsun-n-clover · 2 months

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the dalia chronicles continue

this is gonna kill me. this is gonna fucking kill me.

there are these random private personal accounts following me now that are followed by her. by the looks of it, they’re her friends. like i said, they’re private and i’m not risking that shit no matter how much the curiosity is eating me alive.

seeing as i’ve had to hold mickey by the scruff of her neck about all of this, i’m adding this to the evidence pile. if i’ve got feral meddling friends trying to find her, maybe she’s got feral meddling friends trying to find me. not that it’s for sure or even totally likely, but that’s just the impression i’m getting.

dalia is so interesting to me. i’ve just been staring at her posts and the things she says, studying her for my own amusement, and i feel like she’s doing it back. this has never happened before.

is she fucking with me? i feel like she’s fucking with me. i’m fucking with her a little ngl but what do you expect from me yk. i’m used to fucking with people and waiting for a reaction, but she’s not reacting. she’s pushing back. i feel like a bug in a jar what the FUCK DUDE

but at least there’s sticks and leaves n shit in the jar. so i can like. stalk her spotify and pinterest and all that.

i’m so CONFUSED. if i knew her irl this would be so much easier but i would also be fucking insane yk? i’m glad there’s not another weird freak pretty girl in my vicinity because that doesn’t end well for me, but i wish i could interact with her in more ways. why can’t i just stand around looking hot? that’s what i usually do. and it seems like what she does too. and it’s working but we’re not fuckin getting anywhere.

i’m trying to drop hints and push her into saying something. i don’t know what i’m waiting for but i’ll know when it happens. i keep posting on my note stuff about her without saying it’s about her. currently it’s “wtf is wrong with her (i need her so bad)” bc she posted this morning that she bought a blowtorch. i stand by that statement. i’ve posted songs too. it was mechanix by megadeth a couple days back and i can always write that off as a bangin song about sex and cars but i posted the later verse. so. hopefully that fucked with her significantly.

i called my nana for her birthday a couple weeks back and she was on me about not having a girlfriend. 68 year old country baptist woman. up my ass about getting bitches. posted about it and dalia liked it immediately. two hit KO right fuckin there man.

she keeps posting photo sets of herself to songs i like and it’s driving me insane. most gorgeous woman in the world regularly posts these little spreads of artfully done photos. like. amazing lighting and composition. to songs I LIKE. and i have to reply “omg i love this song” or “the contrast on these is so cool” instead of asking her if she wants me on one knee or both because i’m down for whatever she wants

i think she’s mainly into me physically so i’m leaning toward both knees. not that i mind. we don’t know each other well enough for me to be offended by her probable lack of attraction to my personality. plus, i have friends with great personalities i would hook up with and i still don’t want to be anything more than friends. but doesn’t that make this even more confusing??

look. she maybe said that she wanted to make out with me. i’m happy to just be a mouth to her honestly. fine by me. i’d like to think she’s a bit more than that to me, but i know it’s just fascination causing the infatuation. we’re not even friends really. she’s someone my friend put in a group chat because of a shared interest and i had to go off and act like this over it. it could’ve been anyone. i’m just fucking bored and this is the most amusement i’ve gotten in ages and it’s messing with my head.

in fact, im so fuckin bored that when those batshit crazy tarot readings pop up i watch them and sigh dreamily.

bro. if this keeps going im begging that someone sends me to the glue factory

“STOP IT THIS ISNT YOU” —me looking in the mirror after thinking thee most pathetic gay thought imaginable

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phillipgallagher · 3 years

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hi alejandra! 16, 20, and/or 23, if you feel so inclined 🥰

16. Favourite non-sexual activity they like to do in their new place?

i think people have already mentioned it, but i think they do really enjoy cooking together! we know mickey is food-motivated 😁 so he likes being taste-tester at first. then he starts giving more input into recipes (”hmm, i think some oregano would be good” “in this?” “yeah, just try it, asshole”) so ian suggests mickey take the reins a couple times and it becomes a thing they do, trying out new recipes together and tweaking them. some are successful and some really aren’t, but they have fun with it 😌❤️... and now thinking about it, i think their dynamic in the kitchen kind of mirrors how they are. like at first ian really wants to get everything right and follow a recipe to the letter, but mickey’s willing to be a bit more free-wheeling with it, and they end up balancing each other out (unless it’s baking, which they learn the hard way has to be a bit more strict because chemistry lmao) and once they get more comfortable and have more practice, they get to know what each of them likes and dislikes, so they can pepper in some new things (omg a bad pun worthy of them. maybe that’s another thing they do too-- crack dumb jokes in the kitchen until a food fight breaks out 💔)

20. Is there anything slightly expensive or fancy that they indulge in buying?

definitely their mattress is the first one lol. ian keeps insisting they get rid of the ratty old one and mickey grumbles about it because he’s sentimental at heart, but finally relents. so they go mattress-shopping and find one that’s perfect for the both of them, and ian’s eyes go wide at the price but mickey surprises him by saying, “don’t worry about the price. go big or go home, gallagher. if your princess ass wants it then we can swing it.” and ian rolls his eyes because mickey was the one who actually moaned out loud -- in public, no less-- when he got on the floor display, but he thinks they deserve some nice things too. and then since they already have the nice mattress, that leads down a rabbit hole of getting nice sheets with a high thread count and some decent feather pillows (at least two each lmao, no more sharing. as sweet as that seems, they are two adult men) and a warm down comforter for the winter months, because as it turns out mickey is kind of a nester and he loves cozying up in bed. he gets a little obsessive about it. so much so that ian gets kind of weirdly jealous sometimes. (am i projecting because i am obsessed with my bed, perhaps.)

23. Do they have any morning rituals? (Like one making coffee for the other, or making breakfast together, etc?)

mickey makes the coffee, and usually he’s up before ian comes back from his morning runs (mickey would never), so when ian’s back mickey hands him a cup and they both sit down and talk about what’s in store for the day. on weekends ian makes a big breakfast that reminds him of home: pancakes, eggs, bacon, the works, and mickey wakes up to the smell of all of it cooking and stretches big and smiles to himself. on days they truly want to indulge, ian brings a tray of food so they can both eat breakfast in bed, but mickey warns no food-fighting can break out, because again, he’s kind of obsessed with the bed. ian rolls his eyes and mutters, “you and your precious bed” and mickey knocks him in the knee with his and says, “it’s where the magic happens, dummy” which makes ian laugh so much he almost spills his coffee on the precious bed. and once a month or so, if mickey happens to wake up early enough, he’ll quietly pull on his shoes and slip out to go get ian’s favorite chocolate cream donuts 🥰

#thank you cat :))))))#headcanons #answered #m

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mitchsmarners · 4 years

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writing prompt masterlist #1

Of course, there’s 75 million prompt lists out there but i figured there’s nothing wrong with making my own. Send me a category + a number + a pairing and i’ll write you a fic. Okay to reblog and use :) (x)

Fake/Secret/Etc Dating AUs:

my parents keep setting me up on blind dates but in reality I’m dating you and it’s so you help me get out of them

i hate commitment but my dad’s dying wish is to see me get married and you’re an old family friend i ran into at the airport on my way to visit him so hey let’s get engaged

you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged

i’m mad at my parents so i ask you out because they wouldn’t approve of you and you’re well aware that i’m just using you but you agree because you find it funny but hey you’re actually super sweet

there’s this really creepy person hitting on me and i don’t know you but you pretending to be my partner completely saved my ass thanks how about i buy you a drink

we’re just really touchy friends and we get each other gifts all the time but everyone thinks we’re going out and we let them think that but why are you getting upset about me going on a date we’re not actually together?

I’m sorry you always thought your love for me was unrequited but on to more important matters YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING SO YOU HAVE A DECISION TO MAKE YOU ASSHOLE!

Our mutual friend apparently has been waiting for us to get together and so they’re very angry/disappointed/upset when they find out that the reason we kissed last night was because we were black-out drunk

everyone thinks we hate each other and we keep that front up in public, so we have hilarious pretend fights and squabbles and pranks

when we were little I accidentally mentioned that I had a crush on you but I always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this

friends to lovers aus

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?

You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses

Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”

Celebrity/Famous AUs

listen, you may be a famous (and extremely attractive) guitarist, but that gives you no right to practise on the electric at two a.m when we live right next to each other.

We broke up and I used my feelings to write songs and now I’m super popular and you want me back

we decided to make a fake vlog drama for our subscribers and they all think it’s real but jokes on us we end up actually liking each other

I run a prank channel and you were some innocent bystander I pranked for a video but then it turns out hey, you’re also famous online haha shit

we met and started talking but i didn’t know you were a rising star until i noticed cameras following me wtf

you’re a reporter and i think you’re super cute so i’ll only give you personal interviews to help your career and also get you to talk to me more

I’m a celebrity and I have a secret social media account and we started talking online and now we’re close friends but you want to meet up oh shit

I’m a celebrity and I may or may not be following your blog which is dedicated to me. reading your comments and tags are hilarious and very flattering and I’m somewhat smitten

You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??

wedding/kids/marriage/long term relationship AUs

we’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding

remember when we were in high school and we swore that if we were still single at 30 we’d marry each other, well hey guess whose birthday it is

i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car

I suddenly bumped into you after years and wow you look good but holy crap is that a kid?? since when?

you had a breakdown because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and you kept saying how you weren’t ready and how you couldn’t do it

whenever my kid starts crying I just hand them to you and then they just stop and start smiling

“i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”

i always tease you because that’s just our thing we tease each other but for some reason you snapped at me and are you okay? what’s wrong?

my in-laws despise me GREAT but around you they’re super nice so you don’t believe me

neighbours AUs

You always complain about how loud I am (whether it be TV, video games or music/musical instrument is up to you) and this is the first time you’ve actually knocked on my apartment door and given me a lecture there rather than giving me a phone call, but I’m not really listening because I didn’t realise I had such a cute neighbour

you never open your door for children on halloween so i always pay the kids to smear your door with shaving cream

my printer isnt printing anymore and my papers are due tomorrow so im on my knees in front of your door begging to use your printer when the old lady from above passes us and thinks im proposing to you

we always run into each other on the stairs but we’ve never said more than hello but when we found out that we both hate the other neighbours, we became friends

i came home drunk and wouldnt stop knocking on your door. when you open i keep telling you to get out of my apartment

after a rough party night i find you sleeping on the stairs but since im still a little asshole all i do is put a blanket over you and a pillow under your head

Please help me, I know you have a kid and my sibling just dropped their baby on me where’s the button to put them to sleep?

I’m stressed and sleep-deprived, please let me pet your cat.

I have really weird dreams and you have really weird dreams so now we’re in this contest to see who has the weirdest dreams.

Strangers/Meet Cute (or meet very NOT cute) AUs

We were sitting next to each other in a public place and I saw a mosquito on you and my instincts just acted before my mind.

We mixed up our clothes at the laundry service and I have nothing left to wear and every thing you wear is too big/small for me.

We’re at a comic book store and if you tell me your superhero is better than mine I’m gonna have to punch you in the teeth.

There are no table left at this restaurant and you let me sit at yours since you’re alone.

I’m a single grown-up with busy friends but I want to go to Disneyland so I drop a message on a forum to find someone like me to go wear silly Mickey ears headband and stuff ourselves with cotton candy.

My computer broke down so I called an IT and now I need to find a reason to call them back so I delete important files and download adwares and do all kinds of stupid things.

I almost dropped something and in my fumbling attempts to stop it from hitting the floor I accidentally projectiled it at your face and it’s a really nice face I’m so sorry

first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night

I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

college/high school AUs:

i went on a date with a boy who had plans to take me to dinner and drinks. but he lost his wallet at a pizza place so we just walked around the neighborhood, sat in the park and talked.

we’re in the same study group but we dont talk but you brought goldfish and im starving

we have the same notebook and we took the wrong ones home so i used your notes on my open book test

you were my elementary school crush but you moved away but somehow we end up miraculously going to the same college and i barely recognized you because holy hot damn you are more attractive than i remember?

I tripped over on my way to this party and I’m bleeding profusely from the grazes on my knees and you’re a complete stranger that pretty much jumped me the second I walked in the door to play nurse

ive had a crush on you for 3+ years and now youre going out with my best friend and i definitely havent locked myself in a toilet cubicle to cry

We’re in different debate classes and I was constructing a case on the board and I come in the next morning and you’ve replied to all my points really well?? But I don’t even know your name? And oh shit, we’re taking over the entire whiteboard, is that your phone number squeezed into the corner of the board there?

You have braces and I don’t and I keep forgetting you’re not allowed to have gum so every time I offer, you give this death glare

You sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to prom on the day of prom and I’m not in town

I’m a notorious goody two shoes and you look like you get into fights on a daily basis, so when you were in the library on the first day I was supposed to be a tutor, I assumed I’d be tutoring you. But, as it turns out, we’re both tutors, and the people we’re tutoring keep blowing us off to make out and we have to go round them up

we have a mutual best friend but they cannot find out how much i like you then they’ll tell you, but i need to find out if you’re single!

I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious

You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close

soulmate aus

if one soulmate gets an injury, the other gets it as well.

Character A has a soulmate, but Character A died before they got to meet them. As Character A navigates the afterlife in their ghostly form, they discover that they can’t “move on” until they’ve met their soulmate.

the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born

when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.

You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or something

you have a compass on your wrist and it directs you to where your soulmate is

i usually think i’m having a conversation with myself in my head but it turns out we’re telepathically connected

everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate

#writing #writing prompts #i did this instead of........ actually writing #eddieways feel free to reblog and/or send prompts

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lihikainanea · 4 years

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Sooo are we just gonna ignore the fact that Disneyland wouldn’t put Tiger in the most blissful small headspace? Disney would make any grown ass man feel small. Like everything feels so magical and Once Upon a Dream is playing everywhere and Bill always has an arm around his waist not to lose her and in waiting lines he bends down to kiss her forehead and sometimes even picks her up to prop her on those barricade things bc her feet hurt and she a lil tired and she rests her head on his chest (1)

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and everytime they’d stop by a shop Bill would buy her a lil something bc she’s so good for him and she’s so excited and even though she protests he insists that it’s more for him bc he loves spoiling her (occasionally!! he specifies before she says anything) and omg she can’t wait to get to the hotel so she can CUDDLE him and give him some good head. She feels tiny the whole day long but she’s so happy about it bc she’s in such a mood to be babied. (2)

Oh goddddddd he just takes such good care of her, doesn’t he? Of course he does.

Right so, he takes her to DisneyLand and while she’s initially mad, once they get there she’s just beside herself, especially since she also discovered a little something about Bill and his uh, fondness for Merida (I’m sorry, blushy, shy Bill will always be my kink).

And listen, we all know how tiger gets when she’s excited--she forgets to eat, she’s running back and forth everywhere, she doesn’t know when to drink water. And Bill is just this big tall steady force who’s happy to see her happy--but he’s also making sure she’s eating something other than cotton candy and snow cones. He's handing her water throughout the day and she’s just absent-mindedly sipping it as she babbles on about something. He’s manoeuvering them into shady spots when they have to wait in line. They’re totally making out on some of the slower, indoor rides when they get a cart to themselves because tiger just suddenly gets real needy for her big dude and whines for him, and Bill’s a sucker for that whine.

I’ve never been to Disney but it sounds exhausting and I’ll bet towards the end of the day as they’re waiting in line for just one more ride, Bill crowds her space a bit and she just thunks her head on his chest, nearly asleep standing up. And when they grab the shuttle back to their hotel, she can’t even fight it--she just deadass falls asleep on his shoulder. Back at the hotel you can bet that he carts her into the shower, just loves all up on her and washes her hair for her, and when she flumps on the bed and complains her feet hurt, Bill’s fixing that too with some soothing lotion and a foot massage.

But god the whole time they’re at the parks he’s just the best dude, isn’t he? Tiger never knows how water appears, it just always seems to appear. And if he sees something cute in a gift shop, it’s hers. She’s just so spoiled and so looked after that god, she absolutely gets all small about it and Bill wakes up practically every day to her on her knees for him, as a thank you.

(he might make her wear the Mickey ears as she gives him sloppy head, for sure)

#bill skarsgard #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard drabble #disney

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jabbers-of-jay · 4 years

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omg if you want to write headcanons...how about courferre going on vacation to like disneyland or something

Oh MY GOSH. Courfeyrrac would be OVER. THE. MOON.

So courf has a yearly pass thing for Disneyland Paris and he goes at least once a month. He drags one of his friends with him and he does different things with each of them

But combeferre never goes. It’s just not his thing. He’d rather stay home and not be in monstrous crowds on his days off. So Courf goes without him

It always makes him a little sad because he just loves Disney so much and he wants to share that with him. So finally. on their 8th anniversary, Combeferre grudgingly agrees. He says he’ll go to celebrate their anniversary and he’ll even do one of those cheesy packages if Courfeyrac wants.

Courf is over the moon and so he spends months planning what rides they’ll go on and he asks Combeferre how many pictures Ferre will willingly agree to be in so that he can plan what places to get the photos he wants.

The day comes and Courf is all energy, up well before they have to go while Combeferre is groaning about the time and 5 more minutes. But Courf promises him coffee and is throwing his clothes at him

Ferre hides a smile while he drags his feet and pretends to be not enjoying this

Combeferre relaxes some once they’re in the park and he even admits some of the rides aren’t so bad and he doesn’t mind sharing the cheesy snacks with Courf

The character meal they did was way over the top and absolutely not Combeferre’s cup of tea but whatever, Courf is having the time of his life

At one point when they’re in a candy shop getting something Courf swears he sees Enj and Grantaire on main street

Why the hell would enj and grantaire spend a date here? Combeferre asks. This is the kind of think Enj hates with a passion. Courfeyrac agrees and decides that he just saw some people that looked like them

They’re on mainstreet and Courfeyrac is happily eating cotton candy and occasionally feeding a piece to Combeferre.

“Thank you this was the best day of my life.” Courfeyrac tells him. Combeferre smiles because that’s exactly what he was hoping for. And he had to admit to himself he had enjoyed seeing the delight play across Courfeyrac’s face all day and chase after him as he skipped through the crowds on cloud 9

Combeferre looks around and notices it’s almost sunset. “I’ll give you one more photo.” He says a smirk playing across his face and nods his head. Courfeyrac looks in the direction he nodded his head and notices it’s the castle, which he had been avoiding all-day

“Wait.. really? You said it was too cheesy!” Courfeyrac said Combeferre shrugs. “Cheesy isn’t so bad when it’s with you.” He says. and Courfeyrac squeals and starts leading them that way.

Combeferre catches the eyes of the man who was, in fact, Enjolres and gives him a nod.

Suddenly their friends are materializing in front of them and Courfeyrac is beyond confused. They each start handing him flowers as they walk closer to the castle. Courfeyrac looks up at Combeferre with a questioning look, and Combeferre just winks at him as they keep passing their friends and Courfeyrac is given more flowers

Courfeyrac is so distrcted he forgets to get his phone out. Then Combeferre is turning to face him and he looks down at him.

“Courfeyrac, we’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember and the past 8 years that I’ve officially called you my boyfriend has been the absolute best in my life. I can’t believe that I’m doing this because it’s the absolutely most absurd, cheesy thing, to do. But that’s what you love, and you’re the only person who has ever been able to get me to do absurdly cheesy things.” He said, before he got down on one knee. “Courfeyrac, I am so glad this has been the best day of your life. And I only hope that I can make the coming days even better. But, will you also make this the best day of my life, and agree to be my boyfriend forever? Will you be my prince charming? Courfeyrac, Will you marry me?” He asks.

By now, Courfeyrac is absolutely bawling. He can’t believe that Combeferre put this all together and gave absolutely nothing away all day. But he nods his head.

“YES!” He shouts. And Combeferre smiles, but before he can put the ring on Courfeyrac’s finger, Courfeyrac is pulling him up to kiss him. The kiss is wet and full of tears, but it’s the best kiss Combeferre has ever had and he doesn’t even care thatit looks insanely cheesy because they’re kissing in mickey ears, in front of the castle, at sunset. It’s Combeferre’s new favorite photo. When the two break apart, their friends are surrounding them and congratulating them. Combeferre agrees to Courfeyrac’s demand for 5 more photos in front of the castle and only stops when the sun finally and completely sets.

All of the friends leave the park and head to the Corinthe to continue the celebrations. Combeferre takes off the Mickey ears, but Courfeyrac keeps his on and is showing the ring off to anyone who will look

“For someone who hates cheesiness, you went all out.” Enjolras comments as he sits down next to Combeferre. Ferre shrugs. “It was all for him. He loves it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He says, his eyes trained on Courfeyrac and a smile playing at his lips. And Enj can’t argue with that. He’s just happy for his friends

#oops?#this got long #and I'm not sure it's totally coherrent #but have a courferre proposal

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anastasiaskarsgard · 4 years

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How they met their significant other cont.

(I forgot Merkel and Mickey)

Merkel

“Hey Wilcher, long time no see. How you been?”

“Oh man Merkel? Is that really you? I thought you... Nevermind what I thought! It’s good to see you man!”

The two men did a complex handshake, making it clear to any observer that they were old friends.

“So I know you can’t talk about work at all, but are you back or just visiting?”

“Just a visit. Mom died.” Merkel stated somberly.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. Damn. Well if you don’t wanna be in that big house all by yourself, you’re welcome to come to my place. I live a couple streets over. Not a mansion like your old place, but still big enough to escape the kids.”

“How many you got now? Last time I checked you had the boy...”

“Josh is 10 now. I have three more. All boys. Jenni wants to try for a girl one more time but I think she’s crazy.” His old best friend beamed. He hadn’t changed a lot. Still kinda nerdy, but open and friendly. Gained a few pounds, but it seems like everyone had.

“Still with Jenni? Wow I’ve been a shit friend. I met your wife one time at your wedding and your oldest kid couldn’t even walk. God! He’s fucking ten?” Gordon felt like hot garbage. It didn’t seem like he hadn’t been home in a decade, but when he thought about it, he had.

“Hey! You were out saving the world! I’m just happy you aren’t... um. But hey, I still have the same number. Don’t sit in that big creepy house alone, come by. What are you doing for thanksgiving?”

Merkels’ eyes went wide with surprise, “Is that this week?”

“In two days! You’re coming to ours. I insist.”

Merkel smiled at his old friend. He was his best friend growing up, and eventhough a house full of brats sounded like a nightmare...

“Ok I will be there. I just texted. That’s my number. Send me your address and time.”

Thanksgiving day

Merkel arrived exactly on time and was surprised by the amount of cars parked along the street, in front of a very nice house. He was happy to see his friend had really done very well for himself. He knew most of his family so this might actually be fun.

The door opened to reveal a little old lady that eventhough she looked far more frail, was undoubtedly his best friends mom.

“Mrs Wilcher! So great to see you!”

The woman adjusted her glasses and looked him up and down before recognition hit, “Gordon? I am so pleased you came. And you’re still so handsome.” She reached up squeezing his cheeks. “Look at these cheek bones. My goodness. Is it just you?”

“So far.”

“Are you a gay? I’m very supportive of the LGBQTABCDEF I don’t know.”

“No I love women, they just don’t love me,” he teased as he followed her into a large open living room with about twenty people. Surprisingly no kids though.

“MERK! You came! JENNY MERKEL IS HERE!” Wilcher shouted.

A short blonde came hustling in the room, wearing an apron with flour on her face. She spotted him and ran over and hugged him “thank you for coming! It’s all he talks about. He’s worse than the kids. Well back to the kitchen. THIRTY MINUTES AND WE ARE READY!”

People started to walk up and they all were shaking his hand and hugging him. They were all so friendly, it was a bit overwhelming, but he just smiled and tried not to go completely stiff when they grabbed him.

“Mind if I go outside and smoke real quick?” Merkel asked his friend quietly.

“Yeah go in the backyard tho, Jenny doesn’t want people smoking out front. Missy should be back there.” He replied.

Merkel made his way to the backdoor and as he closed it behind him, let out a big sigh of relief.

“That bad?” A very attractive woman with silver hair, and striking blue eyes asked. He had to do a double take, figuring initially by her hair, that she was old, but she looked to be in her twenties. She had full lips, and very delicate features. She was gorgeous. “You ok?”

He wanted to slap himself, when he realized he’d been frozen, just staring at her. He chuckled as he felt his face warm, “no it’s just a lot at once.” He was actually blushing. He never got nervous, but he felt like he was back in middle school, he was so flustered. “Are you Missy?”

“Bingo! I’m afraid I’m at a disadvantage since I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Gordon, but everyone calls me Merkel. Well everyone except Mrs Wilcher. She always refused. Merkel is my last name. I grew up with Matt. I’ve been gone... but now I’m back. But not for long... because. Shit Are you going to stop me, or just let me ramble?” He laughed.

She observed him, while taking a drag from her cigarette. He could tell she was going over something in her head. Finally she spoke. “Why are you so awkward? You’re too good looking to be so socially ... strange.”

Merkel’s eyebrows shot up, as he scoffed and pulled out a cigarette. He was kind of offended, but also intrigued. She wasn’t wrong, but to just come out and say it so bluntly. He lit it and decided he’d be honest. “I never get nervous. You would not believe some of the shit I’ve had to deal with and absolutely could not be an idiot like I am right now. Must be your fault.”

She smirked and laid back on the chaise, closing her eyes. She was just wearing a pair of skinnies, with a fuzzy purple sweater, but it fit her perfectly, showing off her generous curves. He had to force his eyes away from staring.

“Where are all the kids? I thought there was a whole bunch of them?”

“They’re all in the basement. It’s like kid heaven down there. They’ve got arcade games and air hockey, and flat screens. It’s nicer than my apartment.” She said as she stood up. “Come on, I’ll show you. You can meet them all.”

He put his cigarette out in the ashtray and followed Missy inside. “How do you know everyone?”

Missy turned and looked at him incredulously. “I am Matt’s half sister. My mom was our dads mistress. I found out my Dad had a whole other family at his funeral. It was quite a scandal.”

“You don’t look anything like Matt.” Merkel blurted out.

She glanced over her shoulder slyly, “is that good or bad?” She asked as she turned around before making her way down the basement stairs. She was very close, and she really liked how he smelled.

He licked his lips and looked at hers, before snapping his eyes back up to meet her eyes. ‘She caught that. Shit. “It’s very good. You’re way prettier than Matt.” He wanted to bang his head against a wall. ‘Did he really just say that!?’

She smiled, and he swore his knees went weak. Thankfully she didn’t notice, and spun around,?running down the stairs.

He followed.

Mickey

I wrote how Mickey and Jules met here—-> https://anastasiaskarsgard.tumblr.com/post/190135798936/i-made-fluff-omg-im-proud-of-my-fluffy-fluff

#my writing #mickey and jules #merkel #how they met #bill skarsgard

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dancewithyoutoday · 4 years

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50 QUESTIONS YOU’VE NEVER BEEN ASKED

I was tagged by @beckyharvey29 <3 Thank you so much, this was such a fun way to pass time!!

What is the color of your hairbrush? I use a comb actually (curly hair and all), and it’s pink

A food you never eat? tripe *barf emoji*

Are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? I had just finished watching ‘harry potter and the deathly hallows part 2′ *cries forever*

What is your favorite candy bar? SNICKERS, and bounty

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? nope, unfortunately!

What is the last thing you said out loud? 'why are you watching it with spanish subtitles?’ to my parents lmao

What is your favorite ice cream? pistacchio nnnnhg

What was the last thing you had to drink? water

Do you like your wallet? it’s a pretty much basic black wallet, but yeah it’s very cute :3

What was the last thing you ate? a slice of the tiramisu I made yesterday :3

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope, I haven’t done any shopping in months ;_;

The last sporting event you watched? uhmmm, omg I can’t remember

What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? regular? lmao

Who was the last person you sent a text message to? my best friend

Ever go camping? once, and I hated it SO much, hands down the worst experience I’ve ever had lmao

Do you take vitamins? no

Do you go to church every Sunday? noope, I used to when I was younger though

Do you have a tan? not yet, soon I hope ;_;

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza, no question

Do you drink your soda with a straw? no

What color socks do you usually wear? black

Ever drive above the speed limit? no, I’m pretty much a scaredy-cat lol

What terrifies you? death, bugs, meeting people for the first time, deep water

Look to your left, what do you see? my night stand

What chore do you hate? dusting

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? I’ve never talked to an australian before lol

What’s your favorite soda? coca-cola

Do you go into a fast food place or just hit the drive through? fast food place, there are no drive through locations where I live

Who’s the last person you talked to? my parents

Favorite cut of beef? ALL OF THEM

Last song you listened to? thanks for the memories by fall out boy

Last book you read? milk and honey by rupi kaur

Favorite day of the week? sunday

Can you say the alphabet backwards? omg I don’t know tbh

Do you like your coffee? one spoon of sugar

Favorite pair of shoes? converse all star

At what time do you normally go to bed? 1, 2 am

At what time do you normally get up? 10 am, but I’m not working atm, so...

What do you prefer, sunrises or sunsets? sunsets

How many blankets are on your bed? 1

Describe your kitchen plates: white lol

Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? not really, I don’t like alcohol very much

Do you play cards? sometimes yes, especially in the summer

What color is your car? it’s my parents’ car, but I drive it too lol, so... metallic grey

Can you change a tire? nope

What is your favorite province? province as in city, right? venice and rome <3

Favorite job you’ve ever had? I’ve worked two jobs so far, hated them both

How did you get your biggest scar? I was little, I was playing four square with my brother and my cousins when I tripped and fell down; I scraped my knee real bad :D

What did you do today that made someone else happy? nothing remarkable I'm afraid haha

I’m tagging @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @thisfeebleheart, @itwasnttheplanokay, @c-nord, @gallavich-and-millagher, @whatyouandihave-makesmefree, @mickeys-gonnagetrealbitchy :3 Have fun guys!

#games #about me

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3racha-placebo · 5 years

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"Everything"

request: Disney date with Minho

masterlist 💌

lee minho

fluff fluff fluff

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"Baby wake up, it's already late" You feel your boyfriend's raspy voice in your ear, his arm tangling with your waist and pulling you closer to him.

You groan and turn to face him. You open your eyes ans you can see his messy black hair, his face being a little puffy because of all the food both ate last time at dinner.

"Hmmmm? I'm awake." You say as soon as you close your eyes and reach his neck for a little kiss. He giggles and kisses your head.

"I have a present for you, it's not much but I want it for you to have it because you're so stressed with college." He runs his hand through your hair making you smile at his touch.

"I love presents, much more if they came from you." You open your eyes, cup his face and give him a sweet kiss. He always teases like peaches.

He takes an paper from the nightstand and gives it to you. You sit on the bed and he reaches for you to lay on his chest while kissing your neck. You unfold the paper and start reading.

"yOU ARE TAKING ME TO DISNEY?! MINHO GOSH" you scream at the top of your lungs and Minho laughs at your reaction. You turn around and kiss him all over his face. He giggles.

"It tickles babe, but yeah! We are going there, tonight." He says in between kiss.

"Tonight? But I have things for next week." You pout as he takes your cheek with his finger.

"You start college in Wednesday, so we'll leave tonight and come back on Monday." You scream again and kiss him, so softly, deeply.

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You got to the hotel that night, you are so excited. One of your ultimate dreams was going to Disney, but being with your 4 years boyfriend was totally a dream for you.

"Look, they are so cute!" You reach for some Minni ears and put them on. Minho stares at your happiness. She's the one.

"We have to match, so everyone knows we belong to each other." He says as he puts on matching Mickey ear and kisses your cheek.

"Okay, I'll be dumb together! Let's pay them and go back to our room."

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Minho takes you to Magical Kingdom the next day. Princess were your favorite since little and your face fill with happiness is making Minho relax and happy.

"Let's go to a ride. I haven't been in one in years I think."

You go to a ride, adrenaline going through your body, screaming at the top of your lungs having the time of your life.

Time pass by and you go crazy living your dream, you buy Minho a matching keychain. You're my only one. You plan to give it to him at the night show in the castle, in front of wonderful music and a magical air.

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It's night already and you are waiting for the show. Minho seems a little off, his hands are sweaty and he's deep in thoughts.

"Baby is something wrong?" You stare at him, Minho looks beautiful. With his Mickey ears that combine with his blue jacket and white jeans. His hair being a little messy because of all the fun you guys had during the day.

"I'm okay, I'm really waiting for the show. I've never seen it before." He tightens the back hug he's giving you. You kiss his cheek and giggle. The show starts.

Fireworks, dancers, colorful lights. You were really in a dream, so many years waiting for this and you couldn't ask for anything more.

"Love? I have to tell you something." Minho says as you turn to face him. He has a little smile on his face but something is off.

"Are you feeling okay? You got sick. My poor baby" You reach for his cheek as he grabs your hands. You look dumbfooled.

"I just want to say, thanks for giving me the best 4 years ever. I'm so grateful to have you by my side and I hope we could stay like this during our lifetime." You squeeze your hands a little as you move your head to the side not understanding anything.

"I'm so happy that you're with me, I can't imagine my life and these moments with someone else or alone. You are everything, my everything." You feel tears forming in your eyes. You grab his neck and pull him for a hug, he doesn't respond and you back away a little being confused.

As soon as you get away, you see Minho reaching his pocket and pulling out a little black box. You start to get anxious.

"So, would you be my lifetime? Would you be with me forever, being by my side as my wife?" He says as he gets on his knee and opens the box. People around you notice and starts cheering up. A little ring, beautifully made with a red stone in the middle. He's proposing.

You stare at him down and start to cry for heart out. The boy of your dreams wants to be your husband, wants to spend a lifetime with you, being Minho and Y/n for eternity.

"Minho I-i... I love you so much! Yes yes YES ALWAYS YES!" You reach his hand, pull him up for a hug. He kisses you deeply, stealing your breath away. The crowd claps and cheers like crazy. So many girls saying it's ao cute and adorable to ask for marriage in a such special place.

He grabs your hand and pull the ring on. It looks beautiful in your hand, the sudden weight of it makes you so happy. After so long, finally you belong to someone, to your Minho.

"I have one for me as well. So I can show it off too." He laughs as your forehead touches his.

The final fireworks go off and you kiss him with all the love in your heart, feeling stuck in time in your favorite place in the world and with the person you love the most.

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Requests are open(ish) 🔐💓 sorry but i have so many to write but save your ideas babies! 😉 I'll be back soon for more 💓

J.One: OMG I'M CRYING WITH THIS 😭💓 i don't get this soft usually but I needed it because this is lacking hard in my life right now. I'm sorry if it is too dreamy but I couldn't help myself 😂😂 Hope you guys like fluffy and softy J.One SHDJAJS 💓

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softieserpent · 5 years

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I made a Hustlers playlist! I’m kinda proud of it, the songs I choose are basically perfect. Of course, there is Cardi B and Lizzo.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5bFt0DokHoAdmhHrDIWHqk

Get On Your Knees - Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande

Fergalicious - Fergie, will.i.am

Desperado - Rihanna

bad guy - Billie Eilish

S&M - Rhianna

You Don’t Own Me - Grace, G-eazy

Talk Dirty - Jason Derulo, 2 Chainz

Boss Ass Bitch - Pretty Talking All Fades

Bartier Cardi - Cardi B, 21 Savage

sex money feelings die - Lykke Li

7 rings - Ariana Grande

break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored - Ariana Grande

Bang Bang - Jessie J, Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj

God is a Women - Ariana Grande

Drag Me Down - One Direction

ICY GIRL - Saweetie

We Are Young - fun., Janelle Monae

Money - Cardi B

Wake Up in the Sky - Bruno Mars, Gucci Mane, Kodak Black

Thotiana - Blueface

Come Get Her - Rae Sremmurd

Bestie - Bhad Bhabie, Kodak Black

Confident - Demi Lovato

Gas Pedal - Sage The Gemini, Iamsu!

W - Tana Mongeau

Drip - Cardi B, Migos

Smack a Bitch - Rico Nasty

Hefner - Tana Mongeau

Cali God - Grace Mitchell

Rockstar - Post Malone, 21 Savage

Hi Bich - Bhad Bhabie

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

Applause - Lady Gaga

Hey Mama- David Guetta, Nicki Minaj, Bebe Rexha, Afrojack

Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time - Panic! at the Disco

Trdsttr - Black Coast, M.Maggie, Lucian

...Ready For It? - Taylor Swift

Mia Khalifa - iLOVEFRIDAY

Victorious - Panic! at the Disco

Taki Taki - Dj Snake, Selena Gomez, Cardi B, Ozuna

Gasoline - Hasley

Shape of You - Ed Sheeran

Shake It Off - Taylor Swift

Strip That Down - Liam Payne, Quavo

Bodak Yellow - Cardi B

HUMBLE. - Kendrick Lamar

Bad and Boujee - Migos, Lil Uzi Vert

Me, Myself, & I - G-Eazy, Bebe Rexha

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

Talking Body - To Love

Toxic - Britney Spears

Like a G6 - Far East Movement, The Cataracs

I Love It - Icona Pop, Charli XCX

Undress Rehearsal - Timeflies

Lush Life - Zara Larrson

S.L.U.T. - Bea Miller

Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato

Tommy - Tommy Genesis

Boss - Lil Pump

Prime - The Seige

Meet Me - Mickey Valen, Noe

OMG - Camila Cabello, Quova

MIDDLE CHILD - J. Cole

Swalla - Jason Derulo, Nicki Minaj, Ty Dolla $ign

Me Too - Meghan Trainor

NO - Meghan Trainor

Kream - Iggy Azalea, Tyga

Chucky - Bruno Mars

Truth Hurts - Lizzo

Act Up - City Girls

Gucci Flip Flops - Bhad Bhabie, Lil Yachty

BO$$ - Fifth Harmony

#hustlers #Hustler playlist #playlist #music #the playlist everyone needed #lili reinhart #jlo #cardi b #keke palmer #movie of the year

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kalluun-patangaroa · 5 years

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Suede at INmusic festival, Zagreb, Croatia, 25 June 2019

It's been 3 weeks since that fantastic night now and I've been back home from Croatia and Slovenia for a week (and I’m busy again...), but - as I promised - I'll be trying to recreate some of the atmosphere and emotions of that HOT night... The night was double special for me, 'cause right before Suede, on the same stage, as if opening for them and setting the mood :), performed iconic Garbage. I was overjoyed to have my favourite female and male singers, Shirley and Brett, share the same stage on the same night! My cousin who I was with has a rare and very useful ability: she can move forward through the crowd gracefully and skillfully enough so as not to disturb people. Whenever people standing in front of her make any moves, back, forth or to the side, she always finds a tiny gap opening for her, squeezes into it and gets in front of them. Nobody ever complains as she hardly touches or pushes anybody doing this. And then she repeats this move again and again, progressing slowly but surely to the front. So my job was just to follow her... When Garbage started we were right at the back of the crowd, and midway through the set we were here - just a metre or so away from the front barrier :))

That was, in fact, a tactic move, too - one thing was to get as close as possible to the stage to see Garbage well, the other - more important - to be strategically positioned to leap to the barrier the moment Garbage has finished and any 2 people from the barrier move away. Which we luckily managed to do! And as it turned out, it was absolutely the only possible way to be able to get onto the barrier for Suede, also because a lot of people who were on the barrier for Garbage, stayed there also for Suede, even if that meant having to hang on the barrier for the entire hour between the 2 gigs. It wasn't really that bad as we could watch Suede's technicians installing Suede's equipment on the stage. And we even had a bonus of seeing Simon some half an hour before the gig started, as he came to the stage to check something with his cute, glitter-pink (!!) drums. We cheered and clapped our hands when we saw him, so he waved back to us, which was lovely. I actually wanted to shout 'Simon' to him, but was too shy to do that - stupid me...

And then, at 11:15 p.m., the lights went out and we could hear the first sounds of As One. Being on the barrier, just a couple of metres away from the stage, even in total darkness we could see our boys emerge one by one, and it was exciting to see Neil count to five for Richard, to let him know when to start. Since we were almost in front of Richard (slightly more centred), we could watch his every move closely. And I did have eye contact with him a couple of times throughout the gig, which was thrilling! :) Shortly afterwards Brett joined them and that was the moment the gig really started. Following As One was Outsiders and at that point we still had right in front of us pro photographers taking photos for the press...

And some of them were still there during We Are The Pigs (on the left in the pic)...

...but by the time of So Young they were all gone!

Next in that string of classics were Metal Mickey, Flashboy and 2 of Us. Brett was being hyperactive all the time, leaping onto the monitors and then off them, throwing himself onto his knees, singing lying or on all fours, and doing his mic tricks - of course! While Brett was swinging his mic, it was funny to watch Richard subconsciously lean a bit to avoid being hit by it, even if he was well out of range of that swinging mic right then :)

And then it was time for Life Is Golden, and Brett finally decided to use the stairs leading down from the stage to the barrier...

When he got down he first turned to his right and went to The Insatiable Ones group who were on the barrier in front of Neil (which I only realized when Brett addressed them from the stage - I couldn't see them from 'our' part of the barrier). After he stayed with them for a while he left them and, all the time singing, started walking along the barrier, touching with his right hand all the hands that the fans were stretching towards him, and doing this he reached the other side of the barrier, passing us by on the way - so yes, that was the first time we had any physical contact with him! :) But that was just a prelude to what was about to happen next... He turned back at the end of the barrier and returned to us!! He jumped onto the metal step that was on the other side of the barrier right in front of us, and, towering over us, was literally next to us then. He stayed the total of 50 seconds with us, 2:42-3.32 on the video below (credits to Andre D. Keaton) . And yes, Life WAS Golden for me then... <333 That left hand (with a silver watch on the wrist) that you can see at the bottom of the picture starting from 2:42, first placed on Brett's waist, and then, having been overlapped by someone else's hand, moving onto his - ahem - bum, is MINE. And mine and my cousin's faces appear a couple of times between 3:15-3:30. too.

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As I said, Brett was whole 50 seconds with us, but it actually felt shorter, like 30 sec perhaps - oh well, time flies when you're holding Brett in your arms! :)) And when he jumped off that step I suddenly felt the cord of his mic being wrapped around the back of my neck and realized I had to get rid of it right away or I'd get strangled, lol. That would be quite some death to get accidentally strangled by Brett Anderson during a concert, but since Life Is Golden, I decided to disentangle myself, which can be seen in another vid below (credits to Dragan Bralić). Brett is with us between 1:53-2:43 here, and I remove the cord from my neck in that last second, 2:43. But watch the vid till the end to see what happened next...

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Yes, next song was The Drowners, and what Brett did then was just to go round the end of the barrier and get mixed into the crowd!! Just imagine how delighted all those people must have been - well, you can see their faces :) So he was among the fans, all the time singing, for as long as 1:45! (4:00-5:45 on the vid). But what did he do once he got back to the 'correct' side of the barrier?... He returned to US once more, jumped onto that step right in front of us again and stayed with us for another half a minute!! <333 (5:55-6:25 on the vid). OMG, I was half conscious after all that... ;))

While Brett was away in the crowd, Mat took advantage of the empty stage and came to the front, which I loved!

They continued with It Starts And Ends..., Lazy, Sabotage, Can't Get Enough, Trash and Animal Nitrate, and it was just ecstatic... :) Then came the time for Brett's solo acoustic, and partly even acapella, version of The Wild Ones.

Predictably, they finished the main set with The Beautiful Ones. Brett did get down to the barrier twice more for a while, during Lazy and The Beautiful Ones, but on those occasions he approached only the section right in the middle - oh well, you can't have everything, I guess... ;) And after a brief pause they returned for the encore. First, just Brett, Neil and Richard, to play a lovely acoustic version of She's In Fashion, with Neil and Richard on acoustic guitars. Fashion had turned 20 only 4 days earlier, and, to celebrate this, I posted a great acoustic rendition of it on tumblr that day, from a radio session in Amsterdam in 1999. Posting it, little did I know that 4 days later I'd hear LIVE another beautiful, summery, acoustic version of it...

The very last song they played was New Generation, electric and with the whole band again. And that was it, 90 minutes passed like seconds... The moment they disappeared I started counting the time till the day I'll see them again: August the 4th, at OFF Festival in Katowice, Poland - less than 3 weeks away from now... And I'm absolutely determined to be on the barrier then, too!!

So here's the setlist from Zagreb, but they didn't perform The Invisibles after all:

And here's the recording of the whole set - credits to Mo Gruesomm whom I am infinitely grateful to for recording this. Please don't be put off by not the best quality of the picture, especially at the beginning. It gets better later on, and the whole recording does convey the excitement and emotions of that amazing night, and is definitely worth watching from start to finish.

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Note: All the photos are mine, of course, which is pretty obvious taking their hopeless technical quality... :( It was partly my crappy Samsung phone, but also, I was just more into enjoying myself than bothering about taking photos. Sorry, but I could hardly think of it while holding Brett or watching him singing, jumping and wallowing onstage mere metres away from me... :))

@sauveandelegant, @shabbydoll I’m tagging you ‘cause I know you’ll be interested to read this... :)

#suede #inmusic festival #inmusic #zagreb #croatia #my story

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flwrpotts · 6 years

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1, 4 and 18 for bughead. (I love angst okay, also feel free to just pick one or two or whatever, I’ll take anything from you 😍)

omg im so sorry about the wait on this!!! thank you so, so much for these asks and I hope you enjoy!!!

1. “Do you want me to leave?”

4. “You can’t keep doing this.”

18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

i. “God, could she be any more artificial?” asks Toni, disdain soaked all the way through her voice, like a sheet of paper drenched in gasoline.

Jughead looks up from his whiskey soda and sees Elizabeth Cooper, swamped by admirers at the front of the room. He shouldn’t be surprised to be at the same opening party as her- they’re on the same label, after all. And yet, there’s something shocking about seeing her in real life, not transmitted by the blurred out waves of a television screen.

Like always, she’s in shades of pastel and bubblegum, hair curled in ringlets around her shoulders and lips coated in a sticky, nearly reflective gloss. She blinks, and her unnaturally long, glittery eyelashes brush her brow bone.

She looks like plastic. Smooth, unblemished, and yet, somehow flimsy. Like you could stick a pin through her, and she wouldn’t even feel it. Jughead is suddenly and insistently reminded of an article he read about her once, just as she was first hitting it big. She’s the sort of girl who never laughs, only smiles.

“All those pop girls are like that,” he says dismissively, and Toni laughs meanly, but he cannot help but watch her for a beat too long. Discomfited, he swallows his drink and wades through the crowd of ghost thin models (heroin chic, they’re calling it now) for a refill.

ii. He was labelled a sell out before he even sold, product of being the kid of an almost-famous rock star, one of those burnt out near-supernovas.

The critics never tire of talking about it; rewind the clock a decade or two, and F.P Jones and Freddy Andrews were the hottest things on the scene, smashed bottles to smash hits, with the sort of chemistry between them that crackled through the live shows like a bolt of lightning.

Jughead knows the players, if not the story.

His father- the charismatic, volatile addict, with magic in his hands and whiskey in his veins, too unstable to ever hold onto anything for very long. Fred Andrews- sweet and talented and the only person F.P was ever truly scared to lose.

They only released one critically-acclaimed album before falling apart, a whole slew of cheating scandals and rehab rumors and and F.P’s drunken Vegas wedding to a young poet, whose journals he later riffed through for “inspiration,” a little more Bukowski than Fitzgerald.

Jughead’s parents had divorced when he was fifteen, and he hasn’t seen his father since. But it’s an undeniable truth that F.P passed his raw, unchanneled talent on to his only child.

Jughead never quite forgives him for it.

iii. The band is just him and Toni, and is barely even a real band, if he’s being perfectly honest with himself.

Him and Toni met as teenagers, two pretentious, angsty fifteen year olds stuck in the middle of Ohio, spending too much in the library and bonding over their shared taste in music. They had bought cheap, falling apart instruments at a local thrift store, and the rest was history.

They still aren’t technically called anything, ever since their first bar show where he had mumbled “Um, I’m Jughead. We don’t really have a name” into the mic and started playing.

It’s a childish sort of rebellion against the trappings of success, him refusing to give a proper title to the notoriety that’s fallen into his lap.

He used to think that making it for real would rid him of his father’s ghost once and for all. But one album in, and he’s learned that it’s all business, all show, the music an afterthought to the whole production.

Management wants him to get into fights, to play shows with his shirt unbuttoned all the way down, to have a breakout album or maybe just a breakdown. Something salacious, something to sell, a high profile affair, maybe.

He can’t complain about it, really- some people waste their entire youth away waiting for a big break, after all. He and Toni had only played three shows when the agent in the back of a grimy bar had caught his surname and gotten them a flight to L.A the next day. He should be grateful, for the platinum albums and the expensive bottles of champagne and the teenage girls in the audience that scream along to the lyrics.

But he can’t help but notice the darker underside to all that glitter and gloss, the seedy underbelly that people prefer not to notice. Jughead’s got addiction in his blood, and knows a lot of addicts coming from where he did, but it feels futile in the wake of all these pretty boys and girls being handed pills by their managers like candy. His father got caught in that riptide and was dragged all the way down under the water, never to resurface again, not totally.

Jughead can’t play their games. Not can’t as in won’t, can’t as in am not capable. The only thing he’s good for is popping open a vein and bleeding onstage. Somehow, it’s enough.

iv. Betty Cooper’s brand is good girl, and she does it well, all tulle dresses and blonde hair and sticky-sweet love ballads that always sound happy, even the sad ones.

They bill her and Veronica Lodge as rivals, tabloids conveniently forgetting that the two used to be best friends as children, hauled around by their respective mothers-turned-agents to auditions for commercials and music videos. They were on the Mickey Mouse Club together, too, back when they were still too young to understand what words like show business meant.

Articles run constantly about the both of them, about Veronica’s constant partying and the half-assed coverups of her hospital stays, or about their supposed spats- showing up to events in the same dress, fighting over boys, the works. The sort of high school stuff that people never get sick of.

Jughead has no idea how deep their feud never runs, but at the very least, it’s profitable.

Betty performs at the VMAs, and she’s good, but Veronica blows her out of the water, writhing around on stage with a snake and doused in glitter. The whole thing is a joke: Veronica’s lip syncing is bad enough that he doesn’t even know if she’s singing the right song, and she’s obviously on something or another, but her hair is still shiny and her smile is still gleaming and she still has some indefinable star power that means the people in the audience don’t care if she’s stumbling on stage.

The cameras all pan on Betty’s polite, pleased smile after she loses four nominations in a row, and Jughead cannot help but admire the way that her mask doesn’t crack, not even for a minute.

v. As it turns out, they’re recording albums at the same time, in rooms next to one another in the studio, and Toni spends hours crafting finely point barbs for Strawberry Shortcake, as the more vicious tabloids like to call her. She hates her on principle, and Jughead doesn’t begrudge her that.

But Betty mostly keeps to herself, curling up on the couch in the studio with oversized headphones and a book. Her manager, a vicious redhead that’s related to her in some complicated technicality he doesn’t care to keep track of, is fiercely protective of her, and sweeps away the press that lingers outside with a ruthless sort of efficiency. She doesn’t seem to have many friends, either, despite the gaggles of girls dressed identically to her that she’s always being photographed with.

He and Toni get into a sweeping fight one day about the bridge of their latest song, and he storms off, yanking at his beanie and looking for a place where he doesn’t have to play nice with anyone.

He somehow finds his way onto the roof, and much to his surprise, Betty is already up there, looking surprised at the interruption.

She’s the most dressed down he’s ever seen her, in a baggy pair of overalls and her styled hair coming undone from the wind. There’s a book in her lap, and Jughead is both surprised and a little thrilled to see it’s The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“Little dangerous up here, don’t you think?” he asks, taking in the complete and total lack of safety parameters around the roof, and the lock that looks like it was prised open with a hairpin.

Betty glances down at the pack of cigarettes in his right hand and arches an eyebrow. “We all have our vices.”

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks instead of arguing her point, only a little awkward.

“You don’t have to,” she says, and so he flops down beside her and teases her about classical literature, instead.

vi. Betty is engaged, to the lead singer from some truly terrible boy band, The Archies. Their music is mainstream, all generic pop and meaningless declarations of love, but his jawline is sharper than glass, and they look good together, objectively.

“It’s all for show,” Betty tells him, corner of her mouth pulled up in a wry smile.

They’re on the old studio couch, Betty with a biography in her lap (Marilyn: Norma Jean, by Gloria Steinem) and her feet propped up on his knee, her toenails painted a sparkly, pastel blue.

Jughead, for his part, is scribbling in an old, leather notebook, tooling around with lyrics. I’m lonely so I do lonely things he writes, and then immediately crosses out.

“So what’s the point? You’re engaged to someone you don’t even have an interest in.” he asks.

She shrugs, a little defensive. “We’re friends. The engagement is helping album sales for both of us. And besides, Archie is completely in love with Veronica, but his label doesn’t want him to be seen publicly with her, because of her, you know–” she waves, a gesture he presumes to mean out of control partying.

He gnaws on the end of his pen, processing.

“What’s the endgame?” he asks slowly. “You can’t keep doing this- you’ve already been engaged a year and a half. Are you just going to marry him? ”

This time it’s Betty’s turn to look pensive. She twists the obnoxiously huge heart shaped diamond around her ring finger.

“It seems like a contradiction, but marrying him would give me a sort of freedom. Less attention from the press. I would be able to do more of what I want.”

“You’re selling away your future. I don’t see how that’s freedom.”

The smile Betty gives him is a little pitying. “Jug, I signed away my future the minute I released my first album. So did you. This is just- making the best of the circumstances”

He nods once, and his heart beats unsteadily when she links his fingers through hers.

vii. She does a set for MTV Unplugged a few weeks later, and he stops pretending that he isn’t going to watch about twenty minutes after it begins.

She lights up on the tiny television screen, and she’s a six hour plane ride away but his breath still catches in his chest.

Her makeup is a frosty shade of lavender that makes her look a little sickly, almost alien, and her voice is pretty and well-trained as she works her way through the set, song by song. She’s good, but it’s obvious that she had to work for it, that her pitch, while excellent, is not the product of natural talent.

But I swore I would never fall in love with a boy in a rock and roll band she sings at one point, tucking a lock of uncharacteristically loose hair behind her shoulder, and Jughead can’t quite work out whether he’s in on the joke or not.

You’re an enigma, Coop, he thinks to himself.

“Jesus,” sighs Toni from across the room. “You’re in love with Princess Peach, aren’t you?”

viii. Jughead and Toni stubbornly refuse to upgrade out of their shitty apartment, even though they can more than afford to move somewhere nicer now, but as a consequence he spends more nights than what is probably necessary at Betty’s place, a lovely, sharply modern loft full of a loneliness that seems to echo around the corners.

She’s got stacks and stacks of records, and even more books, and it only hurts a little bit when he spots his father’s album among the meticulously ordered piles. He puts on The Cardigans to distract himself, and laughs when Betty sings along a little bit, batting her eyelashes in perfect pop star imitation.

I don’t care about anything else but you she breathes, and he kisses her, pressing her into the marble counter while her arms come up to lace around his neck.

After they sprawl out on Betty’s comically oversized bed, Casablanca burbling away in the background with no audience to watch it.

Betty looks both younger and older with no makeup on, and Jughead studies the planes of her face in the dim room, the way her eyelashes curve when they aren’t laden down with extensions and her chapped, unglossed lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, because it’s true.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replies, twisting to face him in bed. “It used to, when I was younger, and more insecure. But there’s no accomplishment to being pretty. It’s a product. People think I’m beautiful because the makeup artist, and the photographer, and everyone else made me that way.”

She looks at him intently, like she wants him to understand, and somehow there’s a part of him that does. He wants to protest, to tell her that she is the loveliest thing that he has ever seen, but stops himself at the last minute.

“So what matters, then?” he asks instead.

She smoothes her unstyled hair behind her ear with the back of her hand, eyes faraway and dreamy, a murky shade of bottle green in the darkened room.

“I think I’d marry the person who told me I had an exquisite, wild soul.”

“You have an exquisite, wild soul,” he deadpans, and kisses away the sound of her laughter.

ix. F.P dies on a Thursday.

Body found in a motel room, alone, reads the article, and Jughead calmly puts down his newspaper, gets sick in the bathroom, and pours himself a double of scotch.

Toni is across the country, shooting the cover for some magazine called Sassy, or something, and so it’s Betty that comes to their apartment, trepidation scrawled across her face.

He’s already drunk, and sprawled out on the couch, all the blinds in the apartment pulled shut. He blocks one hand over his face at the slit of light that shines through the opened doorway. In the background, the T.V drones about the recent updates in the O.J Simpson trial, and really, it’s the purest form of misery that he’s ever experienced.

Betty sits down next to him on the couch, and he expects her to ask all the usual, obligatory questions, are you okay? or is there anything I can do?

Instead she says “I broke off my engagement with Archie.”

“Well, that’s just swell, sweetheart,” Jughead replies, injecting as much soft malice as he can into the words. “What, do you think this is fucking happily ever after? You should’ve stayed with Archie. I’m a- a god damned dead end road.”

Betty doesn’t react, just stares at him with those green, green eyes, as wavering and fathomless as the ocean.

“Juggie,” she says quietly. “Are you okay?”

He balls his hands into fists and presses them into his face, until he sees stars.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits quietly, into the stillness. “He was an asshole. I shouldn’t- this shouldn’t be the fucking apocalypse. God, and I’m just gonna stumble right on after him. I shouldn’t be making music. I shouldn’t be in love with you, Betty. I ruin everything I touch. Like father, like son.”

“Oh, Juggie,” Betty says, pressing a cool, small hand to his cheek, and he’s in tears before he even knows what he’s crying about, whether it’s what F.P was or what he wasn’t, what he lost or what he never had in the first place.

He presses his face into the fuzzy material of her mohair sweater, inhaling the familiar smell of her, and she cards a comforting hand through his hair, cooing nonsense reassurances.

“It’ll be okay,” she tells him, her voice steadying enough to dull the world spinning effects of the alcohol. “You’re gonna be okay.”

x. Things get better, slowly.

He attends the funeral, the entire thing sick and surreal, and pretends not to notice that his mother decided not to attend. Fred Andrews is there, though, red eyed and overdressed in a suit, and Jughead swallows bile when he sees the man tuck a pack of Marlboro Reds into an open casket.

Betty is there, too, and the press blows up when a reporter snaps a picture of them holding hands as they walk out of the chapel. He no longer finds it in himself to care what his publicist deems important.

He does start writing more though, filling up notebooks with his messy, slanted handwriting, and stops being so afraid that what he writes will be too similar to what his father wrote.

Him and Toni still argue constantly about the music, occasionally storming out of the studio in the force of their fury, but the album finally begins to come together, to feel like something real.

It’s a departure from their first, a little less angry, less punk, but somehow realer, too. There’s only two covers on this one, I’m on Fire, because singing it makes something in his chest feel jagged and shivering and fragile, and Highwayman, because even though he can’t find it in himself to cover one of his father’s original songs, he can cover one of the ones F.P had been fond of, back in the day.

Betty, for her part, quits her label after finishing up her five album contract, to her own delight and the media’s dismay.

“I always hated the posturing,” she tells him at a celebratory dinner, smile bright and sharp and free. “And besides, the technical aspect behind the scenes was always my favorite part. Singing was just a means to an end, and the cost wasn’t quite worth it.”

Rolling Stone hires her as a critic, and she writes keen, insightful album reviews, using her years in the business to shape the narrative around other people’s work.

The tabloids don’t know about them, quite yet, if only because they don’t hop clubs the way her and Archie used to get paid to do, though the redhead still often comes over to their apartment, bringing Veronica with him.

Ironically enough, it’s Betty that gets assigned to interview him and Toni, just at the beginning of the press junket, and he’s hit by a wave of fondness as she uncaps her pen, the picture of professionality.

“So, Jughead, this album has a distinctive departure in the lyrics from that of the previous album, though the sound is still quite distinctive. Is there a reason behind this evolution?”

Jughead looks at her, at Betty, with her blonde hair and her big eyes and her ability to look at him and see the mess inside his head and understand it, and there’s only one answer.

“Yeah,” he says. “I guess I fell in love.”

#hello this was probably in the top three most DIFFICULT things I have ever written #but like!#it's done thank god #also if anyone was wondering this is set in 1995 #bughead #betty cooper x jughead jones #mine #prompt fill

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crackinwise · 5 years

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Can i rant and ask questions about the entire KH3 finale?

--Wut

--Okay, sorry, seriously: Kairi spent all this time training with a keyblade, right? And i remember her being really gung-ho and up for holding her own in KH2. So in this one... she just has to be rescued again over and over? Um. Yay, her?

--And Riku--right--Riku was just as much a friend to her as Sora and obsessed over helping her in KH1. Sora meanwhile spent every game going “RIKU!” in various outbursts of emotion. (Sora being happy to see Kairi yet falling to his knees the moment he sees Riku again will forever be a hilarious meme to me.) Yet Kairi shares a papou fruit with Sora and neither one is like “maybe i should share with Riku who’s like 20ft down the beach rn.”

--I mean, at the end Sora wants to find Kairi (who i thought was turned to glass and shattered but apparently not?) and Riku just shrugs. Wut wut?

--This has nothing to do with anything but talking about Riku reminds me of Mickey, whose VA for this was somehow fine in Epic Mickey but horribly off pitch here i cringed so much. I miss you, Wayne Allwine.

--Alright, new topic: Lea is really weak. No, sorry, actual topic: Why does he suddenly care so much about Saix? Axel did not give two shits. The whole Org could burn in a fire for all he cared. Lea apparently was friends with him enough to cry over him?? News to us!

--Time Out to say i really just Do Not Care about everyone getting keyblades. Lea sucks at it anyway and his is a godawful design. Everything from the coat to the fire and chakram say “Axel” as if everything before hasn’t told us the Person and the Nobody are different entities. But the only thing different is how lame this person is. I get it, Square, you’re banking on a fan fave and trying to have things both ways. But...

--Wasn’t it also told to us Nobodies can grow their own hearts? That’s how Roxas could get his own body there. Didn’t Axel grow a heart? So... He has to be stuck inside a dollar store version of himself? Ouch.

--Lea was also friends with Ventus? Enough that Saix implied Axel got tattoos so he wouldn’t have to cry over a lost friend (unless that was something else i misunderstood). And it’s implied his “got it memorized” catchphrase (which i am so sick of by now omg he never even said it this much in KH2 and Lea isn’t even HIM) came from thinking his good friends just would leave and forget about him. But Ventus doesn’t get tears? Or a hug? Okay.

--Roxas all of a sudden cares (yay, but also weird, and just as suddenly doesn’t gaf about Namine) and we get a reunion but it’s very....awkward. First of all the add-on convoluted clone-thing Xion is thrown in, but also everyone is crying like the voice actors AND animators know it’s forced and can’t bring themselves to take it seriously, then there’s a poorly animated 3-way-hug that’s more new-football-player-teammates-in-their-first-huddle than anything.

--No one pronounces Vanitas correctly and i want to scream every time. They say “vuhNEEtus” or something and nooooooo stoppppp

--Is it me or are “Empty Vessels” creepy as shit? Stop showing me beige manikins on the floor like a dead body.

--Okay, so wtf was it Larxene, Marluxia and Demyx were supposed to be doing different than the others? That cutscene with the meeting on natural rock structures in a desert? Did they just pad to talk about nothing??

--Off of that: WHY was Vexen talking to Demyx about sabotaging or backstabbing, then the only thing they did was bring a Vessel to Ienzo?! Who tf cared? No one cared! Every single one of Xehanort’s extra pubic hairs could have seen this in front of them and said whatevs.

--(Was i supposed to know who that plushie was in Final World? Ventus did?)

--Did they forget to explain why 1)Sora got a mental cutscene of the words “Do you seek our liege?” when he talked about Roxas in Twilight Town, and 2)Haynor has X’s all over him and a Nobody protected him? Anyone?

--There’s so many KH chars Square either refuses to let go of or makes up for no reason that FF chars will never be seen again. After almost 20yrs of vague hope, that makes me one sad Turk whore.

--Quick sidetrack to ask why Hiro would make both Baymax’s fighters when he could have made the returned first robot body a healthcare companion for some person in need like Tadashi intended? They’re not Big Hero 7, ya know?

--The Caribbean world for PotC3 was too long, too boring, and every ship handles worse than my dad’s old gigantic 80′s Oldsmobile. (potc only had one movie i can’t hear you lalalala)

--But Ansem already tried to open Kingdom Hearts in 1 and it just revealed a bunch of light (and an actual door). When did that change? Why is it now an actual giant heart emoji that will reset the world like we’re Wolf’s Rain?

--You’re telling me after all these years and all this work, Mark Hamill just shows up to tell Xehanort he’s acting like a dick and he stops? ...Fair.

--Did Yen Sid die in the sea of heartless or...? Cuz if he was the one training Kairi and Lea, that doesn’t surprise me.

--They’re gonna end it like that, huh? Xigbar was really some big bad, backseat time traveler, original mentor to the Keyblade Furries this whole time? Maleficent and Pete’s mission could have been introduced and ended in that one end cutscene instead of wasteful moments throughout the game? This black box contains “hope” but it’s NOT Pandora’s Box? istg if they continue this in another side portable or mobile game with more retcons and redundant additions...

--Secret Ending: GDI game within a game Inception 20 dreams deep full blown art school student wetdream bs

--TIL there will be both free and paid DLC. Because of course there will.

GAMEPLAY:

--”When i get hit i want to be stuck in a 5 second animation or have no option to escape/block the entire time i’m repeatedly pelted,” said no one ever.

--I appreciate the extra content and fight moves/attractions, but omg if i’m not in a fight why do the fighting options not go away? Do you know how many times i went to open a chest or finish a time sensitive mini-game only for the triangle button to make a fuckin carousel or gd Buzz Lightyear arcade ride pop up uselessly instead???? WHY. YOU HAD 14 YEARS TO CODE.

--So many useless cutscenes! Why! Especially right at the end fights when they lure me in, i swing a couple times (yay, gameplay) then immediately into another cutscene! Each fight! FINISH YOUR CUTSCENE IN ONE SHOT THEN LET ME BUTTONMASH YOUR GAME, SQUARE! YOU ALREADY MAKE MOVIES TOO!

#kh3 #kh3 spoilers #criticism #i miss kh2 #ya know i think i only ate meals twice this entire game

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 7 years

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Hey b!!! Love you!! Wondering if you working on anything!! No pressure bby love you and your writing!!😘😘

HI BBY OMG ILYT WOW!! 💝💝💝💝😭😭 lately, I’ve been thinking about writing a fluffy peace bc I haven’t written one in forever and I kinda wanna do one that an anon sent me a hella while back where you and Harry are on your fourth date together and he still hasn’t kissed you and it finally happens!!

It wouldn’t have any smut in it but definitely a heavy makeout session bc it’s been building up for a while and when it finally happens, like hell it’ll stop.

Something along the lines of Harry taking you bowling and then back to his flat for the first time ever bc you mentioned how you haven’t watched the newest Transformers movie and he just happens to have it (it’s not like he owns the entire series in BluRay DVD or anything). And as you’re walking up to his apartment complex, he realizes he dropped his keys a few yards back and goes to grab them as you wait near the bottom of the stairs. And right as he’s holding them up with a breathy, “Got ‘em!”…the sprinkler system goes off. And he gets drenched completely.

Meanwhile you’re having a ball bc he looks so hilarious with his eyes scowling and his lips in an angry pout and he hobbles towards you with his clothes heavy and sopping with water, boots squeaking with every step and you feel like your lungs are going to burst from laughing so hard.

He pushes his damp, matted hair back from his eyes, quirking his eyebrows up challengingly. “Y’think this is funny, huh?”

You try your best to stifle your giggles with the palm of your hand, hiding your quivering smile, your words muffled behind your skin. “Maybe just a smidgen.”

“Yeah? How about now?”

He lunges forward, wrapping his wet arms around your waist and dragging you backwards with him— backwards towards the spritzing machines. You begin to struggle and kick, cries of, “Harry, you better fucking not!” and “I swear it on my life I’ll kill you!” but he’s cackling like a maniac as he pulls you into the line of fire, your pretty floral blouse and denim wash jeans blossoming with dark water stains, sticking to your goosebump-ridden skin as the coldness of the liquid seeps into your bones.

And then after he’s slung you around and gotten you proper drenched, you two head back up towards his apartment, nudging each other and giggling as you leave big puddles in your tracks.

Harry makes a comment along the lines of, “Never gotten a girl this wet before, if I’m being honest.” and he absolutely loves the way your cheeks twitch under the hair sticking to your face.

He had forgotten that today was Laundry Day, meaning all of his clothes were either in the washer or drier and he had only set apart one pair of pajamas for himself. You end up in an XXXL Lord of the Rings t-shirt, Harry explaining that his uncle had bought it for him as a gift, but the online shop had gotten the sizing wrong and Harry didn’t want to have to ask his uncle to mail him the receipt because, “the man’s pretty sensitive and he wouldn’t believe me about the sizing issue. He’d immediately assume I was returning it because I didn’t like it and it’d eventually lead to a fight at the next family barbecue.”

So you put on the shirt and lounge around his room towel-drying your hair, feeling like you’re drowning in a sack. Your curiosity leads you to observing a collection of picture frames on shelves, the images ranging from a toddler Harry in his pajamas on his elbows and knees, chin propped on the palms of his hands as he cheeses at the camera, to one of a teenage Harry singing at a wedding with a group of boys you deduce are band mates.

He comes out of the bathroom in flannel bottoms and an old, faded Rolling Stones tee with lots of suspicious little holes in it, shaking out his hair with a towel.

Harry sees you looking and smiles fondly, tapping the frame with the pad of his index finger. “I was 16 and it was my cousin’s wedding. We rocked the bubbles right out of the champagne.”

You end up sitting at the edge of his bed, Harry having pulled out an old album of pictures and you’re digging through the laminated pages, giggling as you see a butt-naked, 1 and ½ year old Harry playing with a Spider-man action figure in a Mickey Mouse baby tub. You smile at another pic of him and his band, snickering at the ties knotted around their heads.

“Heyyyy!” Harry whines defensively, making a face at you. “It was edgy and hot!”

“Whatever knots your tie, Joe Jonas.”

“Do I not look good?” He asks with a cautionary tone, eyebrows quirked up daringly.

“No, you do! Just adorably ridiculous, too.”

Harry scoots closer to you, your outer thighs brushing up against each other. He reaches an arm across your lap, propping his palm on the bed on the opposite side of where he’s sitting so that his torso is hovering in front of yours, chests barely touching. “Let’s go back to the part about me being hot.”

Your face boils as you shove his shoulder playfully. “Sure, why not.”

“You don’t sound very sure.” He leans his head down sightly, catching your eyes. His face has gotten significantly closer.

“I dunno…” You murmur, the thick album suddenly heavier against your thighs as you become sensitively aware of your senses. “You might have to prove it.”

Harry leans closer to the point where your noses brush, his eyes hooded with amusement as his lips twitch slyly. “Oh?”

You nod, suckling your lower lip as his chest presses fully against yours. “Yeah…”

And then it happens. He’s kissing you, full, soft lips sifting against yours, warm and buttery and sweet in your mouth. He sucks at your bottom lip, sighing into your mouth, all nervousness and hesitation washing out of him in one large breath. The kiss is all lips, no teeth or tongue— at least, not yet.

When he parts your mouths, you let out a defiant whimper, missing the warmth his mouth brings to your body, his effect pooling in your tummy and making your ears buzz.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He chuckles breathlessly, rubbing his nose affectionately across your heated cheek. “It’s been a while since I kissed someone, and even longer since I kissed someone I’m this whipped over…”

You smile softly, bopping your forehead against his and inhaling his soft scent of Dove Mens’ Bar Soap and Tom Ford cologne. “Can I have another?”

Harry licks his lips slowly, humming deep in his throat, brushing his soft skin across the edges of your quivering mouth. “You can have all the ones you want.”

Then he’s pushing you onto your back, straddling your thighs and moaning softly into your mouth as you dip your hands under his shirt, dragging your nails softly up and down his back as he chews on your lips and whimpers at your warm touch.

“Fuckin’ hell, pet…You can have me all you want.”

#sneak peek I guess?? IDK FUCJDJDJS #drabble

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