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ladykailitha · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Werewolf Steve

Boy w/a Bat Book 2

Soulmate AU

Metal Band AU

And a little one shot I'm calling From Across a Crowded Room (no idea if the title will stick but I had to call it something so I could save the damn thing)

Snippet

From the one shot

Eddie was standing at the bar entrance where he was supposed to be meeting Steve, just staring at him.

God, he had been gorgeous in high school. Because of course he was. Captain of the basketball team, co-captain of the swim team, and the baseball team’s best hitter.

But he looked even more so now.

His honey colored, wind tussled hair had grown out a bit. A lock of hair flopped devastatingly in front of one of his hazel eyes. He had filled out some, once thin and wiry, now deep chested and toned. Even in the winterscape hell that was Chicago, Steve’s skin was warmly tanned.

He was laughing with a group of people and never had Eddie felt more out of place in his life, and that was saying something. He had been dropped off at his Uncle Wayne’s when he was twelve. Been nicknamed the “Freak”. And had always been flamboyantly himself: a big, gay, metal loving geek.

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Huzzah! It is that great and glorious time of the week again!

WIP Wednesday. Make me write!

This runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send as many asks as you want, as often as you want.

Tagging those that usually send in asks. If you don't want to be tagged let me know.

@mira-jadeamethyst @zerokrox-blog @thesecondfate @beelze-the-bubkiss @just-a-tiny-void @acingthecounts @w110wtr33

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #wip wednesday

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avatarkv · 10 months

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if u read my comment in the "Every corner of this house is haunted" fic you can tell I loved it but just to make sure I am sending you this to let you know very clearly THAT THE FIC IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WORK OF LITERARY ART I'VE READ IN TUMBLR. You've used words i've never heard of before (that's bc im not English lol) but i'm definitely using them to expand my vocabulary so ty for that lovely. Anyways take all the time you need to make part 2 bc I know it's gonna be just as / better than the first part and I am going to enjoy it. Lots of platonic hugs, Esmé.

(PD: You better pay the hospital fee for my heart transplant since it's you who absolutely annihilated the first one).

PLEASE your comment was enough for butterflies to violently flutter inside my stomach — so seeing this on my inbox just made me !!!! i’ve been staring at your message since i woke up, thinking of what to say because i have absolutely no words to express how this made me feel hhh i cannot express how thankful i am, really. i’m glad that you enjoy reading, i’m already halfway finished with the second part so i might post this week (hopefully teehee)

i cannot comprehend the amount of support i am getting despite thinking that i wouldve flopped hard. i’m eating my words because god damn

my work being described as the most beautiful work of literary art here in tumblr is insane 😭 got me kicking my legs and twirling my hair !!! JESUS i love you so bad bub, your message got me on a chokehold. i will give you my every hug

(can’t pay for hospital fees yet bec the next chapter might hurt just as bad🤞)

#hear mauve ☆#THE SWEETEST #I LOVE YOU??

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backpocketkazoo · 2 years

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🌼Honeybee [Cagney Carnation x Reader]🌼

[Summary: When your absent father comes back from the casino in crippling debt it is up to you, his adult child to dig him out of his own grave. Seriously, screw him.]

[Word count: 1,587]

[angst w/ a happy ending; hurt/comfort]

Story can also be found here on Ao3.

Context: (Y/n) is a journalist, writing their own newspaper rather than continuing the family fishing business. It's finally starting to kick off then ding dong! Guess who's back and ready to make their life a living hell!] i wrote this so long ago but every time i read it i go insane

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It was an oven even at 8 in the morning, even with the sea's salty breeze leaving kisses on my cheeks, even with being drenched in sweat. I'm so greasy I'm surprised I haven't started frying yet. I collapsed in my pathetic, wooden rowboat; groaning in exasperation. The waves gently rock my boat, almost pitying me. "God, why me of all people have to end up like this? What exactly have I done to deserve this? Being born?", I scoffed and closed my eyes; head resting on my folded arms.

My semi-peacefulness was interrupted by the voice I least wanted to hear.

"(Y/N)!! I'm back!! You best not've slacked off!", my dad yells from back on shore. I groaned and called back, then heard loud slam of the front door. I sigh and roll my eyes. I sat back up and grab the sun-bleached wooden oars. I held onto them tight enough to make my knuckles turn white. With that I hauled me and the fish back to the pier.

I tied the boat to its post and struggled as I heaved the fishing net (fish and all) onto the pier. I put a foot onto the dock as extra leverage. Geez, who woulda thought fish would weigh so damn much? I dropped the net onto a tarp I previously sat out, and finally climbed onto the dock myself. I wobbled about on my two feet, not used to the stability of land.

Once regaining my land legs, I tug on the end of the tarp, dragging it to the fishes's final resting place. I lead them to a large metal tub, it had been sitting out in the sun. It was probably hot enough to fry an egg, let alone a fish.

I dumped the fish into the tub and watched as they pathetically flopped about. I shivered and the stench alone was enough to make me gag. I sigh and wipe my sweaty brow with the back of my hand. God, glad that's over with.

I'm still immensely pissed that I have to pay off my father's debt. I have to fish to pay it off at that. AND I haven't been associated with the bastard since he left! Then whenever his irresponsible ass gets into trouble he comes crawling back and forces me to do his dirty work! And why am I complying??

I guess I'm scared.

What if he takes the house back?

What will happen after that? Where will I go?? I shakily sigh, anxiety curdling in my stomach like spoiled milk. I stroll over to my little garden, it wasn't much but I loved it. I put my whole heart into making sure each leaf, each petal, didn't go untended to. I squatted down closer to the flower's height. "Just when things were starting to get good, lil buddy."

"(Y/n)..?" My head snapped and I jolted at the voice, partially fearing it was my deadbeat dad. My racing heart calmed a bit when I saw the familiar face of my friend. I give a weak smile towards Cagney. "What're you doing? I just saw you fishing,, you despise fishing. W-what's goin' on?"

"Ohh—" I scratch the back of my neck, I could feel the sweat get scraped up under my nails. "About thaatt.." I fumbled with my words. "Dear Ol' Dad's back from gambling his life away, and making it his eldest (and only) kin's responsibility...hehrng.."

I could feel the vibe change from perplexity to something more anger filled. I could feel it in the air, see it in his facial expression, and hear it in the tone of his voice. "Is that so..." His voice softens in the next line, "Do you need any help?" Cagney's voice was filled with concern.

"Nah,, it's okay. I just finished anyways. Thank you though, Cagney. It's sweet of you to offer."

The day carried on like it would if my absent father wasn't present. As soon as he got home he passed out on the couch. I would like to also mention how much of a wreck the house had gotten since he came back. Granted I wasn't the most tidy person, but this was outrageous.

I had managed to clean up a bit while he was sleeping because god, I couldn't stand it. Later on, I went back to tending to my garden. It was the typical time I would normally take care of them, and I'm used to the routine. I had almost forgotten how my life was currently in shambles.

Almost.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I jumped and saw dad pointing towards the silver tub of fish, just beyond yonder.

"T-the fish from today??" What the hell was his damage? I did what he demanded.

"YOU DIDN'T CATCH NEARLY ENOUGH, WHAT? DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS GONNA MAKE ENOUGH TO PAY OFF MY DEBT? DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO LOSE MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL? HUH, (Y/N)?" He interrogated me. He was degrading me, trying to guilt trip me. Playing the victim card, but even the devil himself knew he was god awful at card games.

I stood up. I was pissed.

"And you're acting like I care. You're acting like you haven't been gone for the past SEVEN years of my life. Sorry I don't care about the stupid family business. Sorry YOU screwed over YOUR life. Not mine, YOURS. If you want something done right, do it yourself. It's not my goddamn problem."

"What did ya just say to me?", his voice was low and dangerous. It was arsenic and I was merely foxglove.

"You heard them!", a voice backs me up. My eyes widen and I turn around, almost forgetting how angry I was. I look up and see Cagney looking almost as pissed as I am. Wonder how much he heard.

"And who might YOU be?"

Before I could say anything Cagney spoke, "Cagney Carnation, whatzzittoya?" He growled.

"He's a friend of mine—", I quickly explained. Not that it mattered, neither were paying attention. They were too busy glaring daggers at each other.

"I think this pansy needs to say out of other peoples business, don'tcha think?" I was getting murderous intent from Cagney. I grabbed his hand in attempt to tell him 'don't'. Being honest, it's a bit difficult to actually grab Cagney's hand. Mine was far too small to wrap around his, but it was still effective, methinks.

"I believe the well-being of my friend IS my business. And that you, as a father, should NOT be forcing your adult child to get you out of the grave you dug."

"I believe you should get off my property." I absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this.

"No Drew, you forfeit this place as soon as you were 6 feet under. And I suggest you get off MY property before you start poppin' up daisies."

He tried to retaliate but I didn't let him, "Leave. Now." His blood boiled and he marched up to me. I prepared for the worst. He looked to have hesitated, as he kicked the dirt ground in front of me and hastily left, muttering curses under his breath. The two of us watched him until he was a mere speck.

The adrenaline wore off and my heart dropped to my stomach. The reality hit me like a freight train. "Oh my god." Was all I could squeak out. I was at a loss for words. And like that, hot tears poured from the faucets of my eyes. I fell to my knees, I had never felt so weak before. My silent tears turned into choked sobs. I tightly grip onto my trousers. My head hung low and I violently shook. The raw emotion was too much for my small, restless form to handle. What the fuck had I done?

Cagney instantly panicked. He was never too good at handling other's emotions, let alone his own. Nevertheless, his sunshine needed him. He carefully scooped me up, sweetly shushing me as he did so. "Cmon doll, let's get you inside." He carried me inside and set me on the couch, he grabbed some nearby blankets and wrapped me in them. My sobs were hiccups at this point and I was gasping for air. Cagney grabbed my hand and rubbed it while going through some breathing exercises.

I clung tightly to him, not quite like a moth to a flame. This was sweet and comforting, something I needed. Perhaps a better example would be a bee to a flower. I mean he is a flower after all, maybe I can be his honeybee.

"I hate seeing you upset," he murmured.

"I know this all sucks.. but it'll be okay, especially since I have you, Cagney." My drained eyes were fighting the weight of sleep, but I still look up at Cagney, eyes with a glint of melancholy, and give him a bittersweet smile. "Promise I'll always have you?"

"Promise." Cagney squirmed a bit, not that he didn't mean his words. He meant everything, just as you mean everything to him. But you make him feel things like he hadn't before. You make his stomach flutter at your touch. Your smile. Your laughter. He felt so vulnerable around you. He wasn't sure how you got it, but you stole the key to his heart. His hold on you tightened, and by this point you had succumbed to sweet sleep.

#cagney carnation x reader #hurt/comfort #all the flower references I made making me go crazy /pos/lh

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kylewalker-peters · 1 year

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I know you're tags about 'are all these men irreplaceable blobs to you' and that post in general is a little tongue in cheek but I genuinely think that's how far far too many football fans actuality see players. I'll spare the anti-capitalism rant but like basically they're treated as commodities by the clubs and fifa etc. and that translates to the fans (and media) as well. just look at the language we use for transfers, it's incredibly dehumanising. If we all picked a 'flop' to unapologetically root for it probably would make fan culture an awful lot better because at least they'd be far more people seeing players as human beings or even just praising them for the shit they do right

lemme do a read more cause i think I'm just rambling to be cathartic and it's a Friday afternoon and i don't wanna do any damn work.

god, the way that football organisations treat players is insane like i'd like to see anyone making decisions about the football calendar and adding more and more matches into a season try and do that themselves let alone pushing a bunch of athletes to do it year in year out. fuck me the fact we have 2 instances of UEFA going "i know the incident that just happened to you (bus bombing/ teammate resuscitated on the pitch) was traumatic but like could you please just get on with playing the silly little football game now anyway? thanks xx"

i think "treat players as humans" is literally the easiest thing in the world to do and the fact there are many fans that fail to clear that bar is just.... holy shit. idk if it's because of the wealth they earn or because their job is essentially "kick about with my mates every week" that makes people feel as though they can go and abuse them on social media or whatever but it's such an insane mindset to have.

i think because so much comes down to player performance our approach to players obviously enters more nuanced and complex territory than just treat people with respect/don't harrass people to the point they have to limit their insta comments (which is what spurs fans did to royal and i wish those people a very get hit over the head with a brick). this comes into like you said the language used for players where you know... they're there to be bought and sold. and obviously no team can afford to carry players or should keep players that aren't good enough that would be bad. i've said multiple times i'd dropkick players to the antarctic 5th division when the team is playing like crap.

but idk if it's just because i could get emotionally attached to a piece of dust but the way some fans approach players is just so distant to me???? sometimes it feels as though the aim is more to just criticise and nitpick rather than support and cheer on (eg royal or ryan). and it's frustrating as hell to have a player go out there that isn't very good, I'm not saying fans have to be super positive and like every player all the time, I don't myself. but even players like hugo who have genuinely earned a shit ton of good will and love from being here for over a decade are seeing none of it. not that we shouldn't say he's past his prime or should be dropped but fans are rewriting his legacy at the club or just slagging him off in ways that are genuinely so mean you'd think he played for arsenal. like there's just no sadness about him coming to the end.

and especially when your team is shite it's more fun to root for an outside player's success. i get that when your team is bad you feel less connected to the team and its players but i think if you then choose to root for someone, literally anyone, in that squad you're going to have a better time. shit I've been saying ryan redemption season since 2019, i had the Sissoko Goal Campaign, my URL is bloody KWP. like as a fan you don't need to be as clinical and cutthroat as the board of a football club you can actually inject some love and passion and emotional connection into your football watching experience

wait no the better example is tripps having his dogshite season and i was obviously critical of his performances and shit but it was always coming from a place of love and shit and i was so upset when he left you wouldn't believe. like you can literally have the best of both worlds i wish people would embrace that

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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Okay so I started writing, HOW DO YOU WRITE?!

I am trying to think of things to write but it is literally impossible to think of things to say. I know what I wanna write, but when it comes to typing it I'm completely lost

ah yes, the eternal question which strikes both reverence and absolute terror in creators far and wide

“where do i begin?”

[everything below this cut was written in a sarcastic 2am frenzy, read at your own risk]

i guess it depends on what you already have: is it a character, a setting, a plot or a dialogue prompt; sometimes you might only have ✨a vibe✨ but none of the formerly mentioned, which is, to put it lightly, the absolute worst in that case i pray upon thee good luck my friend

i mostly start off with a line of dialogue because that’s just what usually comes to me first, everyone’s a little different in that regard though and there’s absolutely no right or wrong answer to what motivates you

from what i have i try to fill in the rest of my blanks, mainly “who could say that?” and “in what context could this line be said?”, often enough i can imagine a scenery and a rough story line around that already; if not, it’s though luck and i procrastinate until the missing puzzle piece just comes to me, forcing it wouldn’t help anyway

it can also really help to bounce your ideas off of someone else; even if they don’t contribute anything new or helpful at all, voicing and describing your thoughts to someone else can help visualise what you’re working with and often enough inspiration strikes you in the process; also every now and then, others do have a sensible thought too jsjsh /lh (to everyone who’s ever had to listen to me ramble about me fics, you’re a god-sent, i love you, mwah mwah <3)

that’s when i usually sit down and prepare to meet my arch nemesis: the first sentence

my tip: just rip the band-aid off; you have to start somewhere and contemplating the first five words for hours on end does absolutely nothing but hold you back and you can come back and edit it later anyway (i almost never actually do that bc spoiler alert: the first sentence won’t make or break your fic; a “bad” first sentence won’t make it unreadable but a neat one also can’t save what is unsavable)

then i proceed to word vomit onto the page, have a couple mental breakdowns every now and then, finish about 95% and procrastinate the ending again (same tip as before: just get it over with, not writing it is not finishing your fic either; also, believe it or not, the end is changeable as well)

i continue by promising myself i will go over and rewrite the abomination again, then i throw it at my best friend so she can tell me that a) i’m in fact not delusional and people won’t think i’m completely weird for writing that and b) yes, i have in fact used the language known to most as “english”; although, deep down, i know i mainly do it so i can further procrastinate actually posting my fic and opening myself to potential criticism from people i do not know

if i’m feeling particularly motivated, i might actually start formatting my tumblr post, putting in the tags and writing the head of the fic (summary, pairing, warnings, author’s note etc)

i receive feedback from my friend, reread my fic a bajillion times just to miss a bunch of typos and grammatical errors, proceed to break my promise and not change my fic at all, paste it into tumblr, and hover over the post button for a disgustingly long time

once i’ve actually decided to press the damn thing, i immediately close tumblr and bring a safe distance between me and the app

now all that’s left to do is wait for validation from strangers on the internet in form of tags, comments or asks

those were a lot of very sarcastic words to basically say that you should just get started and not worry about it too much; every fic is different and sometimes the words seemingly don’t stop flowing and other times it feels like you’ve never seen a word before in your life; you can also flip-flop between these two stages within the same fic

at the end of the day, we write because we like torturing ourselves visualising our ideas on a page so we can share them with others; art is hard so this is the next best medium to share the headcanons and the brain worms and the rants and the incoherentscreaming the voice in your head does when you see your favourite character

we’re no professionals, we’re just silly little people on our silly little blogs sharing our silly little stories with other silly little people on their silly little blogs who in turn share their silly little stories with us

this is my guide to how i write 90% of my stories; why only 90% you ask? because every now and then a monster comes by, takes up all your brain space, ends up being 11k+ words and you just know you would’ve gone absolutely mental writing it without some form of planning before hand

if you don’t write anything like that, the dumpster fire above might help (mainly the beginning because it just got weirder and weirder with every added paragraph)

to close this off, i’ll leave you with some wise words

roses are red,

violets are blue,

don’t ask me for advice,

i ain’t got a clue

this is your sign to never let me write a writing guide, ever

#coffee & tea break #letter from: the lovely yourloc lgh0st ✿#it started off good #and turned weird really quickly #blame it on anything but me #i do hope this somehow helps #and if you didn’t think i was a complete and utter idiot before #how’s your perception of me now?#if you came here looking for actual advice #i’m sorry #i might sit down and write a more serious guide if people are interested #i’m trying to demystify the process of writing with some sarcasm #it’s really not that scary

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xplrvibes · 2 years

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i don’t think you’ve ever spoken abt this before (and if you have i’m sorry, I’m kinda new around here) but what are your thoughts abt stas/Colby/core4 and the whole situation? i’ve seen you’re not shea’s biggest fan and you’ve spoken about that before but not about core4 as much. is there a reason why? thank you anyways!

Welcome, anon!

I may have spoken about the Core 4 here and there, but it's probably been a while. I tend to just...kind of hand wave past things that don't interest me and that collective doesn't really interest me.

Believe it or not, I don't mean that in a bad way. I love snc, I'm happy they're happy, and as I mentioned before, I am the Switzerland (aka neutral territoy) of the girls...I just don't really have a need to get excited over a group of friends that post innocuous friend content, like making puzzles and getting fall down drunk at festivals. I mean, cool for them, happy they're thriving or whatever, but I'm not super invested.

I also don't really have an opinion on snc including them in their videos, mostly because they aren't in every one. I like that snc switches it up, so no one pairing of theirs gets stale (the way Jake and Corey did after a while). While there are a few people snc work with and collab with, or have collabed with in the past, that i actively dont fuck with (as the kids say), the girls aren't on that list. I don't mind them when they are there, I don't mind them when they aren't. Neutral territory.

Now, I assume when you say "the whole situation," you mean Colby and his inability to not vaguely start some kind of absurd shipping shit storm at any given opportunity? Because personally, I'm sick of that whole damn thing, lol.

I want to preface this by stating: I don't think there's anything going on with him and Stas, but if there was- I'm not going to lose sleep over it. Man could be romancing a tree, for all I care, as long as he's happy.

That being said- you brought up Shea for a reason, and its a valid one. This situation is feeling a little...familiar, shall we say? There's a lot of vaguery and egging on of the shipping and all of that going on, and thats gets me annoyed after a while.

That's not really the reason I disliked Shea, so much as the fact that she was manipulating young girls in her group chats and telling them private things she shouldnt have been telling them, and openly hating on girls Colby was associating with and then falsely claiming feminism when she got called out. The weird shit she used to do on social media was just the icing on a cake already full of piss and vinegar, really.

At some point, the both of them (more Stas than Colby from what I've seen, although he certainly threw a lit fucking match into a sewer with that whole "malishka" thing) need to realize that they're causing a lot more of the bad kind of drama than the fun and harmless kind, and knock it the fuck off. Stas...I don't know what her motivations are here, and I don't particularly care, tbh. It's getting tiresome.

As for Colby...good god, that man knows how to flip flop a crowd, eh? He started the day with everyone feeling bad for him because of how down he's been, and ended it with half of the fandom wanting to kill him for once again starting a grease fire on the kitchen stove and then running out of the house and going across the street to the park to peacefully do a sudoku puzzle while the community burns down around him.

Man should give social media classes, lmao.

Anyway, to summarize: my opinion on the Core 4 and the horribly written Core 4 soap opera going on right now can be summarized with one word- meh. 1.6/5 stars.

#asks

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mlobsters · 1 month

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supernatural s15e3 the rupture (w. robert berens)

can't believe we're still doing this dumbass hell ghost plotline.

this music is awful. is generic and nonsensical to the vibe of the show. it's giving like. in line for space mountain plus 20 year old video game? sigh! (jay gruska, to no one's surprise)

very pretty shot. painting-like

DEAN I mean, this whole mess, you know? This – This sloppy-ass ghostpocalypse – that's Chuck's ending? No. No, I don't think so. After everything that he has put us through? I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word.

sloppy-ass indeed

BELPHEGOR It's just a nickname. Doesn't matter. Thing's actually more of a horn. Anyways, when Lilith began sending demons off to Earth to do her bidding, there was a little problem. I mean, yeah, she commended absolute loyalty in Hell, but there was no guarantee that once her minions were topside, that they wouldn't just take advantage of the situation. She needed to control her flock. So —

sure, why not! make up some extra lilith lore

ROWENA A few ingredients, nothing too exotic – lavender, myrrh, the skull of an owl, quiet to perform the spell, and an assistant. Dibs on Samuel. SAM Er, what? ROWENA You're as close to a seasoned witch as we've got in this lot.

team witch!sam

BELPHEGOR I want protection. Muscle. DEAN Yeah, Cas'll go. DEAN You've been to Hell before. CASTIEL Well, it sounds like I don't have a choice. DEAN Good. Great. Go team.

way to be an ass, dean. but also, who else is gonna do it? they're out of people? so we're just gonna make up some hurt/drama.

LOL ripped out ketch's heart? okay. i was never engaged with his little character rehab project so, whatever.

BELPHEGOR You know, your part in all this is, uh, pretty dangerous. I mean, you could die, get trapped in Hell. Your friends might never see you again. Funny, 'cause, uh, they didn't seem to think twice about it.

don't worry, cas. this is all fucking nonsense

BELPHEGOR Okay, you got me. I wanted company. I wanted your company. What? Shouldn't we at least try and be friends? Sam and Dean, they seem to be coming around. I think I'm, uh, growing on them. You know, like a cancer. CASTIEL You are not growing on anyone. Sam and Dean are just using you. Don't mistake that for caring about you, because I can assure you they don't. BELPHEGOR Wow. You learn that the hard way?

really going for the jugular of insecurities here

BELPHEGOR What is it, Cas, really? This, uh, seething animosity.

LOL it's like the nin lyrics to terrible lie!! (pretty hate machine is one of my all-time favorite albums, all bangers no skips)

(Hey God!) Why are you doing this to me? Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be? Why am I seething with this animosity? (Hey God!) I think you owe me a great big apology

very plotline appropriate too haha

so is this when we find out what angle this demon is working or? LOL sucking up the hell souls with his little horn so he can become god. just like cas and the purgatory souls! like father, like son. dropping characters like flies, this episode

so rowena is going to sacrifice herself like crowley did? i like rowena, but i never was on board with her sudden character flip flop, same with crowley or ketch. gonna take dark to gray characters and oh yeah, we love the good guys now too and we're willing to die for the cause. i think we've had more time to attach to rowena post-flipflop at least? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i was getting this clip for the bad music but dean's increasingly confused and stunned what??s made me laugh

i mean, whatever, man. this doesn't seem like the clearest case of prophecy but whatever, it works, sure. god, the music for this is AWFUL. i usually laugh off jay's bad music but this is insulting to rowena. she deserves better death music :p

well. rowena also got a little swan song diving into the pit moment.

dean asks how he's doing, deflect deflect. the winchester way

DEAN We did it, though, man. It's over. God threw one last apocalypse at us, and we beat it. SAM Yeah. DEAN What you did… Rowena… You didn't have a choice. SAM I know.

how very madison

CASTIEL The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong. You know this. Something always goes wrong. DEAN Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

jesus, dean. that's way nastier than necessary. he can get so mean when he's upset

CASTIEL You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing, and – and I've tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm… dead to you. You still blame me for Mary.

powers failing? wha? ok. when sam and dean talked, they were taking some of the responsibility for not dealing with soulless!jack better, not just only blaming cas? this is a very dramatic breakup situation that i was not expecting

CASTIEL Well, I don't think there's anything left to say. DEAN Where you going? CASTIEL Jack's dead. Chuck's gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it's time for me to move on.

death of a child messes everything up, i get that. but this conflict between dean and cas about mary feels artificially amplified. forever my beef with how they did the friendship between cas and dean

on the wiki:

Part of the music known as "Americana" or the Winchester Family Theme by Jay Gruska, plays as Castiel tells Dean he is leaving.

LOL oh my god the mushy music (see my extensive tag entries 🥴) has a name! i mean, duh, of course it has a name. but i never have bothered to look into the original score soundtracks. and the original score basically never got talked about on the wiki in the episode pages until maybe the last season or so would mention the composer. i just think it's hilarious. i kind of, true to my desire to consume this show semi-in a bubble, have avoided looking into the music too much because i'm just absorbing and observing as i go (and bitching, so much bitching)

first time i noticed it was 8x16, when dean was praying to cas to look out for sam because he was clearly getting hurt in the trials

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x03 #spn clip #robert berens #spn musical score #spn mushy music #jay gruska

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randomprojectsbeforeidie · 6 months

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Studying as much as I can (2/21)

Study time: 10 minutes

Sleep: 14 hours (waaaay too much!)

Magnesium: yay for pumpkin seeds!

Exercise: nope (fuen fuen fuen)

Vitamins: yay!

Water: 3 full bottles (1.5 L)

Ok, as you can see, I didn't wake up on time, and slept waaaay too much. To be fair on myself, I think I made it way harder by accidentaly overdosing with melatonin the night before.

It wasn't (totally) my fault! I was trying to get the recommended one drop under my tongue, and the damn thing wouldn't bulge, so I got impatient, squeezed the bottle and... almost choked on how much melatonin came out at once.

So yeah. That might explain the 14 HOURS of sleep.

Anyways, when I woke up, I tried to work on the study tips I had written before.

So, at first, I went on the internet and bought an ergonomic foot rest. I tried to make home-made options before, but this didn't work, so I finally relented and just bought one. You know what, if it saves me some pain, it will have been money well-spent.

I also got the analog hobbies list I wrote yesterday and turned it into an analog map with post-its, which I then proceeded to glue right beside my PC screen, on my study space. Take a look:

Simple, right? But functional. That way, everytime I have a break, I also have these reminders to help me take a screen break too! And it worked! During my shorter intervals I did some horizontal pull-ups and jacknife squats (thank God for Hampton and his modified exercises) and during my longer breaks I went on a walk and cooked.

The walk was great, honestly. Maybe it makes me sound like an old lady, but it was the highlight of my day. I focused on making it a "mental health walk" and not a "physical health walk". To do this, I didn't change into exercise clothes, opting to go in my shorts and flip flops (had to put on some moisturiser and baby powder so I wouldn't chaffe my thick thighs - and it worked) and walked as slowly as I wanted, focusing on things around me.

I live in a dangerous city, so, unfortunately, I couldn't go walk on the streets (at least, not with my cellphone) but my building has a good leisure area, so I walked around it several times. I focused on the plants, people-watched my neighbors, and mindfully listened to music. It was nice! Here's a picture of some flowers I found particularly beautiful:

Desert roses!

Cooking was also fun. I didn't put on any music or podcasts, and focused on the sounds and smells of the kitchen. It was great fun, and by the end, I had made delicious dinners for me and my girlfriend.

I also did a list of some pros and cons of studying. Let me show you guys:

Cons of studying:

I lose leisure time

I lose time I could spend with my loved ones

It's stressing

It makes me tired

I spend way too much time sitting

My eyes get tired

I have to spend money on studying materials

Pros of studying:

It will help me get a good job

It will get me knowledge

It will grant me satisfaction

It will help me get a better salary

It will make my loves ones proud of me

It will help me develop discipline

It will make me a better employee

It will make people think I'm smart and intelectual

It will help me win arguments

It will make me more competent and give me confidence in my habilities

It will help me go well on tests

It will help me get a home with my girlfriend

It makes me calm and helps with my anxiety

It will help me get more time and money to spend on my hobbies

It will help me work with something important, like protecting the environment

It will give me a good life-story to tell, by suceeding through studies

It will help me spite my enemies (bear with me)

It will give me stability in my job (public servers can only be fired in very specific situations)

It will grant me independence

It will help me get a house of my own to decorate the way I want it

It will help me get money to give good gifts for those I love

It will help me get more time to spend on fitness

It will help me get more money to support artists through crowdfunding

It will grant me time and money to travel

I might get to know different regions of my country, depending on where I work

Cool right?

I also worked on making some maps with objectives I can reach. I got inspired on Tik Tok and made a flower based on the first part of my study, with 15 tasks I need to complete and a reward at the end:

Cool, right? (Ignore the McDonald's, I'm a basic bitch and it gives me childhood nostalgia while also being way too expensive where I live, so it's a good reward)

With all the work I had today, I only managed to study 10 minutes right before sleepy time, basically doing all my Anki flashcards. But you know what? It still counts!

The challenge is "studying as much as I can", and if all I had was 10 minutes and I used these 10 minutes as better as I could, I'm counting it as a success!

That's it! Bye for today!

#study #studying #studyblr #public server #habits #walks #analog habits

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hello! first of all i LOVE and adore you cat!Jason posts SO MUCH i might burst in to tears every time i read it. And i just had this little idea of if Roy was the one got turned into cat next time like that ginger long hair cat that shed every where, what would Jason do🤔🤔 anyway thank you in advance 💞

I'm eating dirt??? I'm going feral??? I'm so friggin happy you like my self indulgent shitposts omfg???

If it's Roy's turn to be a kitty, well you know how every orange cat is a himbo??? That to the max. He doesn't bother pretending to be a regular cat, but he's finally getting a breather and by God does that mean he's tossing away his brain cells for a while. The lights are on but no one's home. He's lazing about and lounging all over his Jaybird and cuddling up with Lian. Mom is giving him scritches and Dad is feeding him steak. Life is good.

He's not nearly as mischievous as Jason, but that doesn't mean he doesn't make a little trouble for Ollie just for the hell of it. Goodbye custom tailored suit, there's no getting the stain out of it after Roy knocks an entire pot of food onto it right as Ollie was about to leave for an event. In his defense, it wasn't entirely intentional, he only meant to spill a glass of water on him. An inconvenience that would go away soon enough. But, well... He isn't a small cat and he underestimated his momentum when he launched himself onto the counter, and damn, that surface was a little slippery, so BAM!! Right into the (thankfully cooled off) pot of chili. Ollie REALLY regretted how many peppers he put in that batch and giving Roy a bath afterwards wasn't fun. He felt pretty bad about it honestly and spent some time cuddling with Ollie on the couch, headbutting and nuzzling him in apology. Ollie missed the event, but he didn't really wanna go anyway.

(Jason took pictures of the incident and used them to barter for the chance to drive the batmobile. He threw in a "please Dad?" And Bruce was putty. As soon as Roy's human again, Jay's taking him for a ride.)

Roy tends to get things like shoes and bags and boxes stuck on his head and will just kind of flail around blindly until mom, dad, or Jay help him out. Connor, Mia, Artemis, and Emiko don't bother helping him, they're too busy taking pictures and recording videos to post on tiktok, that shit's gonna go viral. Thanks guys. Love you too.

Dick and Wally show up at one point and my GOD are they never going to let him live down falling into the toilet. Jay pulls him out and dries him off, and Roy makes sure to hack up a hairball right on Wally's jacket before he leaves.

He knew the squirrels were evil after they stole his hat before, but Christ, to be able to actually UNDERSTAND what they're saying?? The things they're planning?? Darkseid would quake with fear. He stays far away from them. That's a problem for human Roy later. He'll be prepared for the uprising.

He understands now, how terrible it feels to want garlic bread but not be allowed to eat garlic bread. Mia got Italian food! And ate it in front of him!! And all he could do was watch. She's more evil than the squirrels.

Tummy rubs. Oh the tummy rubs. He doesn't bother playing hard to get like Jay did. He doesn't bother with traps. He'll just walk up to someone and flop over and if you don't pet him he whines. It's the only thing (other than Lian) that can get Jason to put down his book. ...but that might be because Roy will crawl into his arms and put their noses together before rolling over and obscuring the pages. You Will Pay Attention To Me Jason. Look How Adorable And Fluffy I Am. You Cannot Resist, Jason. And truly, he can't. He's too cute. And opaque.

He's mostly annoyed that he can't tinker with his gear. He uh... He still tries but he doesn't get very far because of his lack of thumbs. Jason looks around for him for a while before finally walking into his workshop only to see him looking mournfully at his half finished projects.

"Ginger Snap? You good?"

He just meows pitifully. But some cuddles cheer him up, at least.

Jason makes sure he learns how fun the cat toys really are. While Jason enjoyed the kicker fish and catching the fairy, Roy loves tossing around the catnip mice and tugging on the little birdie attached to a bungie cord, though he's been smacked in the face by both multiple times. Connor and Mia have so many videos of it. They've been spread around the hero community. 5 million views on Tik Tok.

He curls up with Lian and keeps her warm during nap time. He has the overwhelming urge now and then to try to carry her by the scruff. He's a big cat, but he's not that big, though that doesn't stop him from trying to carry his kitten around anyway. It's an instinct thing. Jason notices and carries her around for him, following Roy's lead. Roy also steals every blanket in the house to pile on top of her and keep her comfy. It'll have to do. He doesn't put her down for a while after he turns back, satisfied he can actually hold her and carry her around again, even if he doesn't necessarily need to.

His siblings trap him under laundry baskets when he gets annoying with the zoomies. It slows him down but it doesn't stop him. It just makes him look like a turtle. They take it off him when he starts yelling. Or when Dinah does. Jason tries really hard not to laugh when he sees it the first time, but fails spectacularly. Roy gets a little huffy but can't stay mad cause well... It made his Jaybird laugh. Plus, despite laughing, Jay did move the basket, which makes him better than his traitorous little siblings.

Stick your hand into any given box and there's a high chance you're gonna come in contact with a mountain of fluff. Maybe teeth if you're a certain little brother who's taken to using a spray bottle to keep Roy off the kitchen counters.

None of their clothes will ever be free of orange cat hair. It's a curse. It's everywhere. It got in Jason's helmet??? ROY DID YOU SLEEP IN HIS HELMET???

(the answer is yes. Yes he did.)

Honestly Jason would just stick close and keep Roy company. He's glad there's someone who gets what it's like now too. This does mean Zatanna now has two people asking to turn them into cats later lmao

[Cat!Jason posts here]

#cat!jason #cat!Roy #roy harper #jason todd #lian harper #oliver queen #dinah lance #mia dearden #connor hawke #emiko queen #artemis crock #dick grayson #wally west #answered ask

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Another filler post that has zero association with the fic I've been working on wOO

anyways you and Reagan smoke some weed, so obligatory CW for weed.

✨ Reagan Ridley x Reader 🥼

x - - - - - - - - - - - - - x The couch let out a heavy creak as you flopped onto it, letting out a heavy sigh as you relaxed for a moment. "Wow, comfortable already?" Reagan teased, sitting next to you before sprawling out in her own way, just a comfortable distance from you. She still wasn't too big on affection and touch, but it was something the two of you were working on together. She can manage to hold your hand and give you very, very short-lived hugs, but that's about it. There's mutual respect between the two of you that she has boundaries and you're comfortable not crossing them until she expresses she's ready. No rush, no biggie. "It's the weekend, hell yeah I'm going to get comfortable," you replied, picking up your phone and checking the time. "It's still early.. Like.. Shit, a little after seven." She yawned back, stretching out her legs onto your ottoman. It was another mutual agreement that you'd spend more time at your place. Reagan had made it clear in the past that you didn't need to meet her dad juuust yet, and based on what you'd heard? That didn't bother you one bit. Plus just being at your own house is so much more comfortable. Nothing could beat sweatpants, take-out, and whatever sounded good on TV. "Yknow, Rea, I did buy pot but I don't know if you're-" "A smoker?" she cut you off. "Oh please, I spend enough time around Andre that I've inhaled worse just second-hand." You snorted, sitting up and making your way to your bedroom, gathering up what you could before shuffling back to your living room, your hands full. You'd brought in your bong, stash jar, and two lighters so you wouldn't have to pester one another about passing the lighter with the bong. Setting your things on the table next to the couch, you grabbed a scrap paper and a nug, making quick work of it and having it broken down quickly and loaded into the bowl. You swiped the bong up, set the bowl in and flicked the lighter, taking a rip as thick plumes of smoke filled the air in the apartment, wafting up into the ceiling fan where the blades were quick to disperse it. Like that, the smoke was gone, and it was Reagan's hit. She gingerly took the glass from your hand, eyeing it for a second. "Give me a sec, it's been a bit since I actually hit a bong." "No, no, don't worry," you gave her an assuring smile. "Need me to light it for you?" She scoffed, a light pink covering her nose bridge. "I can do it myself, thank you," Reagan lit the bowl and took a hit, choking herself out in the process. She quickly lost it, hastily handing you the bong before her arm flew to her face to catch her violent choking, coughing up plumes of smoke that floated to their demise in the ceiling fan blades. "G-God, DAMN, h-holy fucking shit-" she breathed, coughs forcing from her throat. "Ugh.. I can't take rips like you do," she groaned, her voice a little raspy as she leaned back into the couch. "Tapping out?" You asked, giving the lighter a flick. All your girlfriend could muster at that moment was to shake her head 'no', prompting you to take another hit, holding onto the bong for a moment to give Reagan a moment to recover before trying to pass it back to her. After that, it wouldn't be shocking if she could already feel it. "Hookay, I think I'm ready," she sat up, slowly taking the bong and attempting another rip, this time not pulling as hard, before pulling the bowl. She exhaled, only coughing a little here and there. "Told you I could do it-" she smiled weakly, fighting back the urge to cough into her sleeve. "And you feel?" you took the now cashed bong, setting it on the table. It didn't take long before you noticed she had slowly made her way closer to you. You didn't mind, it was just something to note. "Feeling... pretty good," she murmured, now pressed up against you. Her head lazily rolled on top of yours, and you didn't fight her. Whatever strain you'd picked up was potent enough for more than a good head change. You felt quite nice yourself, beginning to settle into the couch. Reagan reached up, pulling

the blanket up off the top of the couch before attempting to unfold it and lying it over the two of you. "Yknow.. You're awful feely," your face instinctively pressed into her chest, a heartbeat greeting your ears. "Something-something, smoked weed," she pulled you closer. "Less talky, more enjoy the moment."

#inside job #reagan ridley #reagan ridley x reader #this ones for me #and all my stoner bitches out there #how yall doin lol

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Syverson & Vixen

Summary: Captain Syverson retires from the Army and takes an extended vacation. He wasn't planning on falling in love.

Pairing: Sy and OFC

Word Count: approx 2k

Warnings: swearing (future chapters will have smut and recreational drinking, smoking, drug use, violence, attempted sexual assault and minor character death.)

Authors Note: I'm very nervous posting this to Tumblr. I have posted it on other platforms, I don't know why Im so nervous. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my version of Sy. I enjoyed writing him.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

Part 2

Part 1

Syverson

God damn, sand gets everywhere.

I thought I liked beaches. I used to enjoy beaches. Now I hate sand, and beaches suck.

The wind off the ocean was nice, though. I laid down on my towel under the hot sun and let it dry me.

"How goods the surf?" Softy asked.

I'd spent enough time with Softy to know that what he means is the surf is great. Since I don't surf and don't know jack about it, I just grunted in reply and kept working on my tan.

"You're gonna burn, mate." Softy said.

"You talk too much, Softy," I said, but I got up anyway. I tried to flick the sand off the towel and ended up covering myself in more God damn sand.

"I'm just looking out for you. You're not gonna pull a root if you look like a lobster." He had a point. I needed to get laid. It had been too long.

We tried to rinse the sand off at the outdoor shower, but there was so much of it on the ground that it didn't work. I put my flip flops on, and we walked back to Softy's place.

I met Softy in Iraq. He was Australian Army, and we did a few missions with them. They were good, well-trained soldiers and Softy and I bonded over Lynyrd Skynyrd. We kept in touch through WhatsApp group chats and Instagram. Mostly by sending gross-out pics, porn and memes, so although we have been friends for years, I didn't know him well.

I should have just found my own place, but Softy wouldn't hear of it. He said he had a spare bedroom and would be insulted if I didn't stay for a few weeks. When he said he lived five minutes from the beach, I agreed. I thought I liked beaches.

"We still going to that party at your girl's place?" I asked before I changed.

"Yeah, mate."

"You know I hate parties."

"Well, you've got two choices. One, come to my girlfriend's party where she's invited all her single friends, and they invited all of theirs. A party where I guarantee the girls will be lining up for a taste of the US Special Forces experience. Or two, you can stay home and have Mrs Palmer shows you a good time."

"I'm going. I'd rather go to a bar, is all." There was no way I could go much longer without getting laid. It had been months. It didn't bother me if I went months without sex on deployment because I had other things on my mind. Once I had taken my retirement, though, it was all I could think about.

"Pub, you want to go to a pub. A bar is a place in the pub you get the beers or an establishment that caters exclusively for wankers." Softy explained for the fifth time.

"Right," I said. "I want to go to a pub."

"Well, you're either an alco or a creep if you go to a pub by yourself, mate, so since I'm not going to the pub, you've got no choice, do you?" Softy said, grinning.

I had a proper shower, even giving my short hair and beard a good scrub. I got dressed in some boots, jeans and a black t-shirt. It was a hot afternoon, but I wasn't ready to embrace the board shorts that most of the guys around here seemed to wear. I had a quick look in the mirror and realised Softy was right. I could already tell I had burned. "Fuck."

I went out to see Softy and ask him which girls would be up for a good time. Having some names ahead of time should speed up the process.

"Depends, on what level of difficulty you want, mate."

"Give me the options."

"Righto. Well, Level One, Easy. You've got Chrissie. There probably isn't a guy at the party she hasn't fucked."

"Including you?" I asked.

"Including me."

That surprised me. I thought girls were more territorial than that. "While you were with Jess? Why is she invited then?"

"Nah, back in high school before Jess and I got together. If she's there alone, she will go home with you. Hell, even if she's there with someone, she might go home with you. It's happened before." She sounds like more trouble than she's worth. "From all reports, though, she's a terrible lay. I wasn't gonna judge her on our high school root, but apparently, she hasn't gotten any better. She's a starfish."

That didn't sound appealing. I prefer a girl who at least appears like she's into it. "Level Two then?"

"You've got more options. I reckon Vanessa or Sammie. Both are keen for a root but more choosy than Chrissie. I hear they are both decent lays too. They're both pretty cool girls, good fun. I'd go for Vanessa personally, but both are a bit of alright."

"Vanessa or Sammie. Got it."

"Wanna hear about Level 3: Hard Mode?" His face says I do.

"Go on then," I said, giving him a grin.

"Jess's best mate and roommate, Vix."

I made a face. "What kind of name is Vix?"

"Her name is Victoria." Softy said. His grin tells me there is more to it than that.

"Why is she hard mode? She a prude or something?"

"Nah, mate, not at all. I've seen her lingerie hanging on the clothesline. Wink, Wink." Softy is grinning like a mad man.

"So why is she Level 3?"

"All us boys have been trying to get into her pants since high school. Not one of us got close. Oh, I tell a lie. Robbo made out with her earlier this summer, but that's it."

"Does she date?"

"Yeah, just never any of our guys."

"Is she a bitch?"

"Nah, she's awesome. She's almost one of the boys, stays at parties till the sun comes up, doesn't get offended by our shit, even joins in. She's come to strip clubs with us, got lap dances and everything." She was starting to sound interesting.

"Is she gay?"

"Nah, I think she likes to look at girls but is into men. Jess swears she's not gay. Plus, she's only taken boyfriends to parties before, never girls."

"Is she good-looking?"

Softy shrugged. "Yeah, but she's got a look. If you don't like the look, you won't like her. But all the boys think she's hot." Softy laughed, "you're gonna go for Level Three, aren't ya?"

"You know I love a challenge," I replied with a grin.

Victoria

I looked at myself in the mirror again. Pretty good. It was too hot for anything better. I would have preferred to leave my hair down, but it was too thick. I reapplied my lipstick and put some more powder on my nose. It was just too hot for more make up than that and eyeliner.

I went into the backyard to help Jess. She was struggling to empty a bag of ice into the esky. I helped her.

"You should have waited for Peter," I told her, already feeling like I would start sweating again.

"But the ice will melt."

"Just put the bag in the esky and get Pete to do it when he gets here," I said, exasperated. She was anxious already.

"Yeah, you're right. I want Pete to have a good party and not have to do anything."

"It's fine, Jess. Just cause it's his birthday doesn't mean he's suddenly a child. Asking him to put ice in an esky isn't exactly difficult. You can ask his Seppo mate if you don't want to ask him."

"But I haven't even met him yet. I can't ask him to help out when he's a guest." Jess was wringing her hands. Literally. She's the only person I know who does that. I thought it was a made-up thing that sounded good in books until I saw her do it.

"Ask one of the other boys to do it then. Come on, Jess, don't get worked up. Let's get those salads sorted." Jess stressed less when her mind was occupied.

I started chopping up the cabbage for a coleslaw. Jess kept giving glancing over at me like she had something to say and didn't know how to say it. "What?" I asked her, getting fed up.

"You know Pete wanted to set you and Sy up," Jess said, trying to sound bored. I knew that tone. She was trying to work out how I would feel about it.

"Oh yeah? What makes Pete think I'd be interested in one of his meathead mates?"

"'Cause you like meatheads," Jess said, amused. She wasn't wrong.

"I am capable of finding my own hookups," I said, annoyed.

"I know. That's why I told him not to do anything." Jess was lying.

"Jess, if this guy is coming tonight thinking I'm his date or something..."

"I told you we didn't set you up. Pete just thinks you'll like each other."

The doorbell rang. Jess jumped, anxious again. I sighed, "I'm done with the cabbage. Start on the carrot, ok? I'll get the door."

It was the entertainment. I let the DJ/Karaoke guy in. Our whole group was really into Karaoke. We always had Karaoke at birthday parties, and we always sang Khe Sanh last. We all got really into it. We used to even make up routines for songs a few years ago. We didn't do that much anymore. The only exception to that was Stop by Spice Girls.

Our group was made up of Jess and Pete, who had dated since leaving school, Chrissie, Robbo, Yobbo, Mikey and myself. Others had joined throughout the years, and now about 15 of us were regulars at our get-togethers, plus another 20 or so who were coming tonight. It was a great mix of people, but it was falling apart in some ways. Mikey's misses Leanne, she had a kid last year, so they didn't come around as often. They would be coming to this party because it was Pete's birthday. I was looking forward to seeing little Milo again.

I helped Jason, the DJ, set up then told Jess I would sort the yard out. I took out all the plastic chairs and put them in small groups. I brought out the ashtrays and garbage bins. I tested the fairy lights and found one of them was busted. I sighed and looked down at my black peep-toe shoes and wondered if it was a smart idea to climb onto a chair to take them down.

I decided it wasn't, and I didn't want to fall and flash the DJ. My underwear didn't cover much. I wanted to leave it to Pete to fix when he got here, but Jess had freaked out about him filling eskies. Fuck it. I would have to do it.

I went and got one of those small Ikea step stools and pliers and climbed up. I barely reached.

I worked through the lights, cutting each of the ties until I had reached the last one. It was higher than the others because, of course, it was. My arms were tired, and I was groaning with effort as I tried to reach it. My dress had hitched up pretty high, and I hoped I wasn't flashing the DJ.

I would have to ask Pete to put the replacement lights up. This was ridiculous.

I stood on my toes on the top of the stool and reached up as high as I could. I wasn't quite lined up enough, so I shuffled to the left, and just I got it. I snipped off the cable tie.

"Yes!" I shouted in victory. "Gotcha, you fucker." I said to the tie.

I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. "My, my, my. That's some colourful language, Darlin'," an amused voice drawled. Only one person could sound like that.

Fuck.

Part 2

@henryobsessed

#captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #syverson x ofc #syverson smut #henry cavill #sand castle movie #henry cavill fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfic

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dreamifics · 3 years

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Immature

Oneshot

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sexual activities and stuff but no smut

Y/N joined the Avengers shortly after the big fight between Tony and Steve. Stark recruited her due to Fury's orders, she used to be under control of Hydra, like Barnes.. All of the Avengers had no problem with her, only one..

''Stupid Rogers!" Y/N shriek as she stares into her bathroom mirror..

Once again, Rogers benched her, because and she quote

'She used to be just like them!'

They were supposed to raid a Hydra facility, and something snapped at Steve's brain when he saw that Y/N was going too.

Y/N sighs, she just gripped the porcelain sink and steadied herself, she was ready to kill Steve, she was so angry.. Y/N just washed her face with the cold water from the faucet, hoping that it'll help ease the anger in her blood.

She exits the bathroom and was greeted by Bucky, he was sitting in her bed.

"Hello Tinman.." Y/N gave Bucky a smile.

"I want to apologize for--"

"You don't need to apologize in behalf of Steve.. I'm cool.."

"Are you really?"

"Yepp!No word of Captain Ass can get to me.."

Bucky crossed his arms, he knew she was lying.. Y/N just awkwardly smiled at him, she walks to her bed and dived in her bed..

"You can leave now, your boyfriend's might be missing you now.."

And in queue Sam and Steve popped up in her door, Steve was furious.. His eyes were fixed to Bucky, while Sam was just smiling slyly..

"Speak of the devils.." Y/N mutters as she gave Steve a deadly glare.

Bucky stood up from her bed and gave the two men a small nod.. Steve was still looking at Bucky but it soon averted to Y/N, she just raised her eyebrow at him.

"Have a fun mission, you two.."

"Will do, Y/N" Sam answered and gave Y/N a smile which she gladly gave back.

"Oh, Bucky!Pouvez-vous s'il vous plaît pousser le capitaine hors de l'avion pour moi?" Y/N spoke in french knowing that Bucky will understand.

Can you please push Captain out of the plane for me?

Bucky just laughs and shakes his head as Sam grabs him and drag him out of Y/N's sight. However, someone still hasn't left and it made her anger bubbled up even more.

"I swear to God if you don't leave, I'll squeeze your kneecaps.." Y/N said jokingly? She was not sure, she might just do that if Steve won't stop his douche ways..

"Cut it out, Y/N.." Steve ordered..

Y/N rolled her eyes, she sashay her way to Steve and move her face closer to his.

"You're not my Captain, you don't get to order me around.."

Y/N was supposed to walk away but was stopped by Rogers hand in her arms.. However, his hands didn't hurt her, his touch was soft and gentle.. Typical Steve..

Always a gentleman..

"I'm the Captain, you'll obliged to me.."

Y/N scoffs as she takes her arm away from him, she looked him deeply in his and saw that there were anger filling his blue eyes.. This guy really hates her..

"And what if I don't?What would you do?Fire me?Spank me?" She sassed but Steve eyes soften and his eyes wander to her body..

Y/N brows furrowed, what was Steve doing? He just stared at her and his cheeks suddenly got flushed.. Di-Did he just imagine what Y/N has said??

"What?" Y/N was weirded out, she hated the eerie silence between them and to top that up he might be imagining sexual things or so she thought..

"Capsicle, let's go!" Stark voice boomed out through the whole tower, it made Steve snap back to reality and he just walks away.

This made Y/N flabbergasted, he walked away just like that.. After the awkward silence and him being flustered, he just walked away with no explanation or whatsoever. Y/N just huffed in annoyance and flops back down to her comfortable messy bed..

What is wrong with Steve?

Days passed and it seems that Y/N is finally at peace, there were no longer eyes watching her.. Yes, Steve has given up.. How does she know? Simple, Steve is now avoiding and pretending she doesn't exist.. Which is fine by her, but there's this small pain in her heart.. She missed Steve acting like a douche..

Y/N mentally slaps herself, she used to complain about Steve always criticizing and annoying her but why is she missing it now? Y/N sighs as she slams her head in the table infront of her. A piercing pain welcomed her as her head hit the table but she ignored it.

"Umm, can I go on with my briefing?" Tony was standing in the middle of the big briefing room..

Y/N put her hands up and gestures an 'okay', she completely forgot that she was sitting with the Avengers in the middle of a meeting..

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda was the first to ask her that, Y/N just let out a groan.. All of them just shared knowing looks and Tony fakes a cough.

"If you want to rest, you can go.." Tony chided..

"Alright.."

Y/N stood up and was almost to the door when Steve's phone suddenly rang, he answered it..

"Sharon?"

This name made Y/N stop, are they together? They look nice together, she hope that they'll break up soon.

"I'll be there.." Steve endes his call and stands up..

"Sorry everyone, I have a date with someone.." He push passed Y/N leaving her heart on the floor..

He has a date? Why is she even concerned about that? She doesn't care, Steve's stupid anyway!

"Wow, Capsicle is going on a date, I'll be damned.."

"And with Sharon?She's nice.." Wanda chirps in..

Meanwhile, Natasha notices Y/N who was dumbfounded and hurt by all the recent events..

"Aren't you gonna go, Y/N?" Nat asked with mischievous eyes wandering to her face..

Y/N put out a fake smile and left, how is she feeling this way? Does she like Steve? She groans as those thoughts eat her alive, maybe she just need a fresh air..

Yes, fresh air..

That's exactly what Y/N needs, she has been cooped up in the tower for weeks now.. She sped up to her room and grab her keys, jackets and Tony's credit card.. He won't mind it, that man is richer than the whole US goverment..

Y/N jogs to the elevator, turns out she's not going to be waiting for the elevator alone.. Steve is right there, also waiting for an elevator so he can go to his fancy date with someone else..

"Fuck.."

Y/N was deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize that Steve was looking at her.. She cleared her throat and walked up to the elevator doors..

"Up or down?" Steve asks making Y/N look at his stupid handsome face.

"Can't you figure it out Sherlock?" She's grumpy and she doesn't care.

"What?" Steve questioned.

"Down!"

"Could've just said that.."

"We're on the fuckin--"

"Language!" The infamous 'language', he's being dramatic as hell.

"Fine!We're on the freaking top floor and your asking me if I'm going up or down?"

"I didn't notice."

"You're just stupid.."

The elevator was taking forever, normally it would be up in a minute but she's been standing her for almost five minutes and the elevator is still a no show.

"This is taking forever, I'm going to take the stairs.." She was going to the staircase when the elevator doors opened..

"You're impatient.." Steve mumbles.

"Asshole.." Y/N mumbles back..

And before she knew it, she's pinned to the floor.. It happend so fast, Steve has pinned her down to the floor.. Their face were only inches apart, it made Y/N blush but she somehow hid it..

"Let me go, Steve.."

"Not until you beg for forgiveness.."

"Beg?Didn't know you had a kinky side, old man.."

Steve got flustered by her words, still he didn't let Y/N go.. She started to fight back by getting the upper hand and overpowering Steve.. Now she's on top, she smirks and inch her face closer to Steve's face.

"Dominant, I like that Cap.."

"Although, next time ask for a girls permission before you go and pin her to the floor.."

Without thinking Steve kissed Y/N, her eyes widen but soon she melted to the kiss. It started out soft but it became rough within seconds.. All of the unsaid feelings were mashed into the kiss.. She was out of breath but she didn't want it to stop.. Steve pulled back and smiled sweetly at Y/N, she was confused but she smiled back..

"You like me back?"

"No shit, Sherlock.." Y/N smiled but instead of Steve saying language he smiles back..

"You're so immature.."

They both laugh as Y/N got up and offered her hand to Steve, he gladly accepted..

"Go, you'll be late for your date..Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.." Y/N shooed Steve away but he just stands there..

"You are my date.."

"Well powder me in sugar and call me a donut.. Was all this planned?" Steve nods and Y/N just shakes her head in disappointment, she interlock her arm to Steve's arm.

"Let's go eat some ribs and steaks, Cap.."

On the briefing room with all the remaining Avengers, they were cheering and celebrating as they watch the two from a surveillance camera.

"Not bad, Cap.." Natasha mumbles as she eats popcorn with Wanda and Bucky.

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 2 years

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Maybe pitchforks and torches is a bit much, mostly because we care about you too much to employ violence, but I'm definitely checking your page once a day to see if any FAFLA update has happened 😏 (not just for your fun posts and answers) xx

<3 <3 <3 <3

Oh boy... It would be right and valid for a small mob to have formed on my doorstep at this point. I'll be honest. I've gotten pretty slack on the update schedule ;)

There's just a lot that goes into updates now. Back when I started working on this fic, I had like 5 followers, no one was really reading the damn thing. I was writing for just me and didn't have any expectations to live up to? Now, I feel like I have to do it justice because there are people legitimately invested. It's like a sense of duty to perform. I'm glad it has love. It's really freakin' cool that people give a shit at all about what I'm doing over here (writing and otherwise). I am confused every day why you guys are here and why more of you keep showing up.

I feel really lucky to have found a dope corner of the internet to hang out in, and I really appreciate all of you guys so, so much.

Update is coming, and because I'm such an asshole, I've included a little teaser of the new chapter below the cut

Anon referencing my tags on THIS post and is being sweet and thoughtful while quietly letting me know that if I hold out much longer on the FAFLA content, they're reaching for the tools of the rioter trade ;)

THIS IS JUST A TEASE AND IT'S NOT NECESSARILY AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

He didn't even turn the lights on before he flopped down on the bed in his room. He just laid there with his shoes on staring up at the ceiling. All he could think about was how much he hated the internet and social media, and about wishing he could go back and do anything and everything to keep that special moment private.

He dug his phone out of his pocket and stared at a screen full of notifications. His publicist, his manager, his friends, all of them had seen it, and all of them had questions. He tapped out an annoyed reply to his publicist that he copied and pasted to Liz:

'I had dinner with someone and a sever took our fucking picture and decided it was a good idea to post it to fucking Twitter. I'm not fucking happy about it and I don't really give a shit about perception or optics, so don't start with that shit. I don't want to talk about it. Just do what you can to suppress it. Right now I just want to protect what's left of her privacy.'

He opened a message from Sarah that was just a bunch of heart emojis. He loved her. She always knew exactly what to say, even when it was nothing at all. He texted back a single heart.

Tyler had texted him as well:

T-Pose: I'm sorry man. I know how important your privacy is to you. Call me later if you want.

The messages from his friends were a lot less accusatory than the ones he'd just read and it softened him a bit.

Dylan: Thanks Ty.

He sighed and reluctantly opened his Twitter app. Time to assess the full extent of the damage. His mentions were always a minefield, but he clicked them anyway. The usual fan edits and general 'ti amo' posts were littered with screen captures and crops of the same photo. The photo of them. He scrolled for too long reading what everyone had to say about something that they shouldn't have even seen until he wanted to scream. Then, he went to the page of the original poster and clicked on her tweet.

Served Dylan O'Brien at work the other night! 🤗🤩

And there it was. The picture. God. He wished she'd taken any other photo. That night he'd been trying to hide, played coy and made a mystery of himself. He'd invited this. It was his fault. He tapped on the picture and despite his frustration, he couldn't help but smile. Ameila was smiling in the beautifully inviting way that she always did, and she was smiling at him. He pinched to zoom in on her and felt his anger cool, disappointment and sadness beginning to meld with it into a turbulent feeling of regret and loss.

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sunflowerim · 3 years

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 23

Weekend 1

Louis opened the door to an extremely handsome Harry Styles holding two boxes of pizza in his hand and a nervous smile playing on his lips. His sunglasses were set in his hair and his dimples popped up as soon as he saw Louis.

"Hi."

"Hey Harry, come in."

Louis opened the door wider to let Harry come in. Harry moved inside and put his shoes in the rack by the door and looked at Louis with a questioning gaze. Louis was confused for a second before he saw Harry holding up the pizza boxes.

"Oh, just leave them on the kitchen counter", Louis said pointing across the room.

He brought pizza.

"You have a nice apartment", Harry said looking around him.

"Ha thanks. I hope you didn't have trouble finding the apartment."

"No, not at all-- Hey I hope this isn't too awkward", Harry added after a pause.

"Well it was when you suggested the plan, but you're here now, so I suppose we should get on with it."

"I guess we should."

Harry smiled and hoped that it hid all the traces of nervousness he was feeling. Was this a date? Did Louis think it was a date? Definitely no. He wasn't even on board with the idea initially. But Harry is here. He's going to watch a movie with a man he's low-key attracted too. He was too confused and his feelings were all over the place and he could only hope he didn't end up making a fool of himself.

"Well make yourself comfortable on the couch while I heat the pizzas". Louis' voice brought Harry out of his reverie and he nodded and made his way towards the couch.

Harry could hear Louis scuttle about in the kitchen as he flopped down on the couch and took in the sight around him. The apartment was decorated with fairy lights and it moved something in Harry. He smiled despite himself. A projector had been set up on the coffee table in front of him and the white screen lay a few feet away. He assumed that the television was behind it. He looked to his left to find a neatly stacked bookshelf, with fairy lights hanging off it. Beside was a small bed with blankets and curtains hung in front of the the setup with a circular table next to it. It must be Louis' reading nook. A bookworm too. Louis is full of little surprises. Overall the apartment looked so cozy that it made Harry comfortable at once. This looked like a home, a proper one, where someone could live happily, unlike his unnecessarily large one.

Soon enough Louis was standing in front of him setting the pizza boxes down on the coffee table. Before Harry could say something Louis was off again, returning this time with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Ah drinks.

Truth be told, Louis hadn't been able to resist the idea of movie, pizza and wine combo, drunken awkwardness be damned.

Louis sat across from Harry and was thinking about what to say when Harry said, "do you mind if I get some water?"

"Yeah sure it's in the fridge."

As Harry walked towards the kitchen, Louis took the moment to calm himself down. He should be regretting his decision to agree with Harry in the first place, but he was kinda glad Harry was here. I mean they could at least be friends. With that thought we stood up to put the dvd on the set everything up.

Back in the kitchen, Harry was trying to do the same thing. He'd never been this nervous around someone. He quickly opened the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. He was about to close the door when his eyes fell on a huge stash of chocolates. Harry could feel the nervousness melt in him. This was so cute. After having some water, and putting the bottle back in the fridge, he noticed a box of dog treats on the kitchen counter. Louis has a dog too! This man cannot get any cuter.

Harry walked back to the living room to see that Louis had set everything up and the movie intro started playing. The sight looked so endearing that Harry couldn't help click a picture.

Harry went back to where he was sitting, putting a careful distance between him and Louis. Harry started first.

"You have a dog?"

Louis paused the movie.

"Oh yeah. Cliff. He's asleep right now."

"Well I hope to meet him before I go."

"Sure, he'll be up soon anyway. I took him for a long run today so he's probably more tired than usual."

"How insensitive."

"Pardon me if I want to keep my dog fit and healthy."

"Ah, you're a good dad."

"I am."

Both of them smiled as a silence settled between them. Louis broke it.

"I don't know what kind of movies you usually watch but this is a bit different. You gotta focus initially so you completely get it."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Yeah, you're gonna love it. I'm actually excited."

Harry couldn't stop himself from getting endeared by how Louis was smiling so hard that the skin beside his eye was all crinkled.

The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy.

He kept looking as Louis pulled out his phone and clicked a picture of the pizza and wine on the table. Louis took a quick picture and looked at Harry.

"Do you mind if I mention your name in a tweet?"

"No. I don't mind."

"Cool."

He waited as Louis posted the picture on twitter and then checked his phone. A smile spread on his lips as he saw the tweet.

"Let's get back to the movie, shall we?", Louis asked putting his phone down and nodded with a smile.

The next 2 hours were pretty intense. Harry hadn't touched the pizza after one slice and was only occasionally sipping wine from his class which Louis quietly kept filling while happily gobbling down his pizza. Louis was thoroughly amused by Harry's reactions to various parts of the movie and kept thinking about how this is what he had felt too while watching 'Iron Man' for the first time as a 13 year old. And Louis would never admit that he kept glancing at Harry, every time something exciting happened.

The movie was about to end and Harry was staring wide eyed at the screen. Louis got back to the movie to catch the last scene, his favourite one,

"Truth is... I am Iron Man."

Louis turned his head sideways when he heard a sharp intake of breath. Harry's jaws had dropped, mouth forming an 'o' and he was staring wildly at the screen.

"Wtf just happened. He admitted!! He admitted HE was Iron Man. OH MY GOD."

"Yes Harold, he did. And that's how began one of the greatest movie franchise."

"No shit."

"Haha, are you okay."

"No, I'm shook. And hungry. God why didn't I eat the pizzas."

"Have at them. I'll go check on Cliff."

"Yweah", Harry managed to say with mouthful of pizza.

Louis smiled and walked towards the end of the hall where Cliff was sound asleep. He knelt down beside Clifford's rug and scratched behind his ear. Clifford stirred a little and then slowly opened his and soon enough jumped on Louis.

From the living room, Harry could hear happy "woofs" and a short yelp mixed with laughter which sounded like Louis'. Harry turned around just in time to see Louis walking in and a very excited Clifford at his feet. Clifford soon ran towards Harry and stopped at his feet. Harry extended one of his hands for Clifford to shake raised another one to pet him. Clifford sniffed at Harry's hands, gave a loud bark and walked away. Harry stared in dismay and Louis couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry. It's probably the pizza."

"Huh?"

"Your hand. It smells like pizza. And I've noticed on multiple occasions that he doesn't like the smell of pizza sauce."

"Oh my bad, I'll quickly wash my hands."

Harry reached out to grab the empty boxes but Louis stopped him.

"Leave them to me."

Harry stood up and went to wash his hands in the kitchen sink, while Louis put the empty boxes in the trash.

As Harry was wiping his hands, Louis handed him a bowl of treats to offer to Clifford as a sign of peace.

Harry cautiously made his way across the room where Clifford had settled happily in front of the reading corner and was chewing a ball.

"Clifford hey, look what got for you."

The familiar smell of treats seemed to interest Clifford and he sniffed Harry's extended hand.

This time he let out a soft bark and started wagging his tail happily as Harry fed him the treats.

Louis watched as Harry played and talked with Clifford and petted him. It was an adorable sight. Well Clifford's always been a friendly dog and he certainly made Harry happy today.

Harry turned back to see Louis already looking at him and smiled softly as he got up from his crouched position.

"Well I suppose I should leave now" Harry said, still smiling softly.

"I guess." Louis hoped his voice didn't reveal the twinge of sadness he was feeling at Harry's departure.

"I had fun today."

"Me too."

"You're a good host."

"I've been told likewise."

"So, I'll see you next week?"

"Yeah definitely."

"Bye."

Harry proceeded towards the door, Louis following close behind. Harry stopped right in front of the door and turned around, "Louis can I text you on iMessage from now? Twitter feels too formal."

"Harry, you've been to my house. We just watched a movie together. Yes, you can text me on iMessage", Louis laughed.

"Cool." Harry turned towards the door again.

Louis held the door for Harry and just when he was about to close it,

"And Lou-"

"Yeah?"

"Blue suits you."

"Oh-", Louis' cheeks heated up, "thanks."

"Bye," Harry smiled.

"Bye," Louis replied and closed the door behind him hoping that Harry hadn't seen the blush on his face.

But Harry had, and his butterflies were happy.

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So, I've rewatchew film Z and it's been a while I want to talk about it so I'm gonna try preparing a big review.

While I'm working on it, here's my opinion on the designs of the final battle :

Beautifull boy, classic pirate look fits him really well, don't ask me why he has 2 big ass swords considering he is so bad with them but... Big piece of meat and flip/flops, final touch *chef kiss*

Red fits him so well, I wish he was wearing this kimono more often (make Zoro wear something else than green please), big ass coat over his soulders is so dramatic, perfect.

2 positive reviews ? Well here we go for the bad ones ! What the fuck is that ? I mean, it's Nami's outfit in a Toei produced movie, I knew it was going to be real bad in term of logic and sexualisation but damn this is not even making her sexy just... dumb. Helmet with mini skirt with protection and tiny heels ? Get outta here.

Usopp, my boy, my sweet sweet boy, why do people keep hurting you like that... I'll talk about it a bit more an other time but all of the outfits for him in this movie where atrocious, he deserves so much better 😭 Like, what even were they trying to do with this all mustache/beard situation ??? At least he uses his hammer so I guess there's one positive point.

And good reviews are back !

Look at this absolute snack ! The coat ? Sexy as hell. The guns ? Iconic since Strong World (and a dozen of colours spread, seriously Oda, you keep drawing him with guns, actually give him some). The red gloves ? Ngxdfvjknx.

I adore how big coats and gloves fits him, I fell in love with this style at Strong World and Z did it again so, real happy with this one !

How tiny were the pirates they took the clothes from ? 'Cause they're from one of the crew that got their ass handed over by Z and... well this outfit is tiny. Were they children in this boat ??

Anyway, not a big fan of it but it's not to bad, the bandana he wears under his hat is real cute and his little pink coat, adorable. But otherwise I don't think such a bright red fits him so well, the blue used for the belt is really of putting for me and... well a hat over his hat... I know it's how his post-timeskip design works but I really don't like it (maybe I'll do a thread on post-timeskip design one day because boy do I have things to say).

* breath in deeply *

God, am I tired of their designs on women -_- Trying to be positive and ignoring the fact that she is in litteral underwear on a battlefield, we got her wearing a hat again and I would sell my soul to see that happen more often (besides it is a gorgeous hat, shape and colours fits her very well and the black feathers are so extra I love it), she also wear gloves and as previously stated, I have a huge appreciation for those. Her jacket is also looking rather nice, more the colour than the shape, but I'll let it slide.

To be short, illogical, over-sexualised, but with nice elements so better than Nami's outfit.

The dad is next ! And it is a positive review ! I mean look at him ! This color scheme suits him so well I actually wish he wore it more often ! His gigantic black jacket is so nice looking, and the pink slip and tights are such a nice touch, especially paired up with those flowy red boots (with tiny heels who are so freaking funny with how big Franky is).

A beautifull dad with a beautifull outfit.

And our last candidate for today, Brook ! Who absolutely rock this outfit ! I think this is my favorite outfit out of all of them because, as usual, the monster trio was really respected and had gorgeous clothes but they weren't super... original in the way that we've already see them in such outfits in the past (it's not a critic, just an observation). While Brook here is in an esthetic that fits him extremly well, as a design and as a character, and that makes his ecentric personality show even more with the mix of bolds colours and accessories (I'm in love with those earings (don't ask me how he can wear any)). And his hair looks so good in red ❤ One tiny negative spot for me would be the blue belt/scarf 'cause I don't find that this colour goes well with the rest of the colour scheme his outfit is in. But otherwise, 10/10, brilliant design, our favorite skeleton has been served !

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