#idk i don't think he hates chocolate in this one maybe he just needs a little more time to like. eat chocolate
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Let's say chocolate is a metaphor for traditional relationships that happen to appear good but are too sickly sweet for Sanji to handle and after WCI he ends up not liking chocolate. At least for a while. He needs to move on from what happened first. But he wants to force himself to like it because he should like chocolate. It is one of the most basic ingredients when making sweets and it is also everywhere.
So what if it makes him want to throw up? What if his stomach betrays him when cooking? What if he needs to stop every two seconds to breathe because his lungs don't work properly when he smells chocolate? He will keep trying and trying to make it work. Everybody loves chocolate, after all, he should too.
But then, one day, Usopp sees everything he has around the kitchen. Like. That's an awful lot of sweets and a disgusting amount of chocolate and he doesn't seem like he has slept in a week. So of course he is concerned. "Why- What's all of this about, Sanji?" He tries to hide his nervousness with a laugh.
Sanji grips the counter tighter. So much his knuckles turn white. "I- I don't know. I guess I was just. In the mood for chocolate." But he doesn't sound sure at all. In fact, he looks like he's about to cry.
"Well." He looks around the room without wanting to touch anything but approaching Sanji a bit to check on him. "Luffy can have all of my portions because I kind of... Not like chocolate?"
"You don't- You don't like chocolate?"
"No? Too sweet. I actually pretty much hate it? The smell already makes me ill."
"Me too."
"You what?"
"I think I don't- I don't think I like chocolate anymore. Is that- I don't know if I ever did. Is that alright?"
"Why wouldn't it be alright, Sanji? It's just chocolate. Nobody can force you to eat it. Or cook it if you really don't want to."
And Sanji realizes that maybe... Maybe it is alright for him to not want chocolate, and a wave of relief takes over him for a solid second.
#sometimes i think about sanji and his internalized homophobia#he's a bit too much like me it's scary-- anyway#i don't like chocolate that much either like. talking literally here#so maybe sanji looks a little gayer and less bi in this post but have you considered that i needed to make it like this bc i'm projecting#i have no idea where i wanted to go with this. chocolate in theory are like. just the concept of traditional m/f relationships#but it ended up looking more like girls in general and look. look. maybe. maybe it's okay for sanji to be a little gay in this one#usopp has absolutely no idea what's going on but he just knows sanji is very very fucked up and needs help rn#also something something usopp doesn't like chocolate and sanji forces himself to like it until he realizes he doesn't have to#idk i don't think he hates chocolate in this one maybe he just needs a little more time to like. eat chocolate#what the fuck am i saying this doesn't make any sense i just woke up i am so sorry#black leg sanji#usopp#sanuso#one piece#whole cake island
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Hi I saw you were open for drabbles and I hate this idea of like reader gets sick or need to take medicine for whatever reason but wont take it because it tastes bad. So I was thinking either maybe Azriel, Fenrys or if you don't like the two you can do a poly couple having to like force feed the reader because she wont listen to them?
Its okay if you don't like the idea though.
easy decisions
Azriel x Reader
Summary: you’re sick and refusing medication, Azriel takes matters into his own hands.
Warnings: illness, forced medicating
A/N: thank you for the request! I’ve think i’ve written this idea before, idk why but I love it
“Mother save me,” Azriel muttered, crossing his arms. A small mountain of pillows and blankets surrounded you, a fire still roaring in the corner of your room. You’d been ill for days. At first, Madja said you’d likely get better with good rest and food - but it had progressed to the point where intervention was necessary.
Yesterday, you’d taken it willingly - today was proving a bit more difficult. Unlucky for him, you were the most stubborn person he’d ever met. Lucky for you, even if you didn’t think that, he refused to compromise when it came to your health.
“I suffered through it once,” you hissed, “that was plenty.”
“And Madja said to take it once a day.”
Mouth clamped shut, you shook your head and slid down in the bed. Adjusting the comforters around you, you turned your back to him.
In. one, two, three. Out. one, two, three.
“It’ll be over quickly,” he sat next to you, running his hand over your shoulder, the other folded around the glass vial.
“The taste will stay in my mouth for days.”
“You’re being a bit dramatic,” he murmured, and you snapped your head towards him, eyes narrowed.
“You take it then.”
“I’m not sick,” he fixed you with a look, “and I have.”
The same stubborn expression. He loved you, he really did, but right now you were making it difficult.
“You're not going to convince me.”
“I already have hot chocolate for you,” Azriel tried a bribe this time.
A shake of your head. He’d give it one last try.
“Don’t make me force you,” he said - a half plea, half warning.
Eyes rolled, “you won’t.”
Another breath, in and out. “One more chance.”
You studied him for a moment, and a bead of hope flared in his chest - extinguished when you turned your head back, tucking the blankets up with you.
Azriel didn’t like doing this, but you were forcing his hand. Either you take the damn tonic, or he has to watch you grow more ill. It’s an easy choice for him. Moving quickly, he placed the bottle on the nightstand, gently gripping under your arms, tugging you up to sit. You yelped, thrashing in his grip, but he was already straddling your hips.
A shadow floated the bottle over, he snatched it and flicked the cork off, sending it flying somewhere across the room.
“Take. It,” his jaw clenched, normally endless patience at its limits.
Hands tried to shove at his chest, but shadows wrapped around your wrists, pinning them at your sides. Your jaw remained clamped shut, and he wondered if you were doing this just to spite him, or if it really was because you hated it. Either way, he wouldn’t feel too bad over it.
His hand wrapped around your jaw, scarred fingers rough against your smooth skin, and he squeezed - just enough for your lips to part, and to tip the contents of the vial down your throat, before he squeezed your jaw shut. Your entire face scrunched, but your throat never moved.
“Swallow,” his voice was firm.
A shake of your head - as much as you could move it. Now he knew you were being stubborn on principle. He tossed the vial aside, letting it clatter over the carpet, and pinched your nose between his thumb and forefinger
A promise of vengeance gleamed in your eyes. He’d like to see you try. A few seconds passed, your face growing red, but the desire for air took over, and your throat bobbed. After taking a few seconds to make sure you actually swallowed all of it, he carefully removed his hands.
You sputtered, sucking air in and out of your lungs. Shadows still held your arms down as he ran his fingers through your hair, one thumb brushing away the drops on your lip, before pushing back into your mouth. You glared, but your tongue swirled, cleaning the last few bits.
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He couldn’t help the small barb - especially as he saw the spark in your eyes, the fire he loved so much.
A healthy dose of self-preservation had him sliding off the bed before completely freeing you, ignoring the litany of curses you spit at him to retreat to the tray placed on the dresser. It was risky, giving you his back, but the illness had you weak enough you couldn’t do much to him.
Approaching you like someone might a feral kitten, he extended his peace offering. The mug of warm molten chocolate, exactly as you like it. You huffed and rolled your eyes, but took it from him, trying to fight the small smile.
Azriel sat a few feet down - out of your reach, and moved the blankets enough to reach under, running his thumb in circles on the inside of your knee. “I hate seeing you sick.”
Clenching the mug with both hands, your eyes softened, “I know.”
“Will I have to do this again tomorrow?”
A small hum, neither a yes or no. For fucks sake.
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in which roommate!heeseung insists on decorating, and you're sure he's up to something (why has he got so much mistletoe?) ୨୧
tw. yellinggg, kissing, idk what rlly went through my head when writing this its kinda cringe bro wc. 887
“ok, i give up.”
heeseung looks over in confusion, holding a box of christmas decorations in his hand.
“just tell me! i give up.”
“what are you talking about?” he squints, shifting the box in his arm.
you shift on the couch agitatedly, pausing your tv show. “why are you hanging all these up? like, do you want my room, or you feel bad because you broke something that’s mine, or you’re trying to hint you want-”
“it’s for christmas spirit!”
you roll your eyes. you’ve been trying to figure out your roommate’s obsession with decorating the apartment for the last week, but every time he’s answered with the same response. ‘christmas spirit.’ christmas spirit your ass. you’ll figure it out, you just need a couple more days.
“sure.”
he raises his eyebrows innocently. “i don’t know why you don’t believe me.”
“maybe because in the 3 years we’ve lived together you haven’t ever even lifted a finger to help me put decorations up?”
he shrugs. “change of heart.”
definitely up to something.
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heeseung is being weird. he keeps trying to hide his decorations when you walk in on him, like he’s scared of you seeing them. even though you’ll see them anyway, because it’s your apartment.
after seeing him drop his box for the third time in two days, it clicks. a party. that explains his controlling of the decorations to look his way, and the secret phone calls he’s been making. you absolutely hate crowds, and your one rule the only time you’ve lived here has been no parties. he’s never complained before, but you suppose he’s finally gotten tired.
you’ve never felt more betrayed. heeseung, the most considerate roommate you’ve ever had, heeseung who keeps track of the amount of chocolate in your storage, heeseung who buys you things just because they reminded him of you, heeseung who is in charge of all the groceries, no discussion. heeseung, who you think you might be in love with, that heeseung, trying to throw a holiday party in your apartment without your permission when you leave tomorrow.
and as you see him emerge from the doorway, his head brushing the mistletoe he hung, fiery anger builds up inside you. how dare he hum, act all normal like you didn’t just watch him try to hide his decorations, how dare he do this secretly, how dare he make you love him while he’s betraying you like this?
so when he asks what you want him to make for dinner, you want to hit him in the face.
“you what?” he asks, and the way his nose scrunches in confusion only makes you angrier, and you snap.
“lee heeseung, i hate you!”
his doe eyes widen in surprise.
“what? i-”
“you’re so stupid! i can’t believe you would do all this just for a stupid holiday party! over me!”
you’ve stepped up to him, him backing up slightly as you walk forward.
“i don't know what-”
“and i wouldn’t have cared if you just asked! i’m not even gonna be here! but i thought that you at least cared about me enough to ask instead of sneaking around.”
“y/n, i-”
“and you find it so amusing when i ask you why, and this whole time it’s been for a party? you’ve been lying to me, sneaking around, just so you can throw a party without my permission? do i mean that little to you,” your words are choked by a sob, “that little, that-”
“y/n, i promise i-”
“that little, that a party is more important to you than me.” tears cross down your cheeks, tracing over the edges of your face.
heeseung’s brows are furrowed now, a concerned frown pushed onto his face. “y/n, i swear-”
how dare he act concerned, when it’s his fault.
a yell rips out of you, “you don’t get to care about me now! not after, not after this, not after i’ve spent three years loving you and you���ve just thrown all my trust away for a party.”
he’s broken now, you can see it on his face in the way his brows are drawn in and you know you’ve hurt him, and you feel awful. he watches you carefully, taking a deep breath before he moves almost imperceptibly closer.
“y/n.”
you sniff weakly, “yeah?”
his voice is soft with hurt. “i love you, too. and i’d never throw a party without your permission, and it wasn’t that, and i’m sorry i was being so secretive but i promise it wasn’t because of that and i think- i think you should look up.”
you hadn’t realized how close you were to him now, your hands brushing his. you turn your head up slowly, your lips almost pressing against his, and you see it.
the mistletoe.
“i love you, y/n. and i thought- i wanted to tell you, before you left and i didn’t know how, but since you were always decorating instead of me doing anything i wanted to do something nice for you, and then i realized maybe if i could put mistletoe up then you would get the hint and i wouldn’t have to say anything.”
his arms slide around your waist tentatively, pulling you into him, and you look down, falling into him as your lips push into his.
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Hello I saw you write for pierre could you write one where they had a fight and fem reader is giving him the silent treatment
After going out with charles and alex, pierre finds out some hot tea he comes into the bedroom asks to pause their fight si he can share the tea which is something they always do together without fail.
Maybe gossiping is how they met like idk they sat at bar together and he overheard her gossip on her phone about her date. So he listened in lol
I saw a picture of Charles showing pierre something on his phone and it looked like juicy drama.
Feel free to make up the gossip or use actual f1 gossip I'm just getting into it so I don't know a lot of lore.
Thank you xo
|𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐚 (𝐩𝐠𝟏𝟎)
|𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Summary: they get into an agreement but the tea is too good not to tell.
Warnings: nothing, a bit of cussing that’s pretty much it
Notes: I loved writing this and I’m so sorry for not posting I’ve been trying to keep up with the writing from these and my books so I’m sorry. Girl I hope you enjoy!
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“Really the silent treatment, it was one word it didn’t mean anything” Pierre tried to tell me but I didn’t give him any of it. He just shakes his head before saying the word that made this whole argument. “I called you dramatic because you said I didn’t love you because I forgot your chocolate, which is extremely dramatic” He told me making my jaw drop as he called me dramatic again. I just roll my eyes and flip him off going to the kitchen.
“Oh come on mon ange you’re really mad at me” he says following me to the kitchen. I don’t say anything to him I just go to the fridge and take out some pineapple to cut for myself. “Baby please I need you to not ignore me I hate when you ignore me” he told me making me roll my eyes from his begging voice.
“Fine I’ll just ignore you then” he grumbled going to his game room to join the simulator with his friends. A few hours later he comes in the room and hopes in the shower. He comes out in his towel and his gold chain around his neck making me just stare at him in awe but quickly look away when he looks at me.
“I’m going out with Charles and Alex for a bit I made you dinner already so don’t worry about starving to death” He shouted from the closet when he was changing. I just sigh hating being alone in the house but I continued to go on my phone (secretly watching edits of him). He comes out in baggy light washed jeans, a green hoodie and a jacket to layer it with his chain and his ring that I gifted him. I basically drool over him but I try to ignore him.
He blow dries his hair making it the perfect amount of fluffy, once’s he’s finished getting ready he comes to me and grabs my jaw softly kissing me making me kiss back like a first instinct.
We kiss for a couple of minutes before he lets go and kisses forehead softly before whispering. “I’ll see you in a bit mon ange. Je t’aime” he whispered to me before giving my neck a peck before leaving the room. I just sit in my room waiting for him to come home already missing him even though he just left.
Charles, Alex, and Pierre are all playing poker with some other friends they grew up with. “Dude did you hear the shit that was happening” Charles asked Pierre who was looking at his cards. “No what shit” He asked fixing his cards so he didn’t lose.
“So something happened with Max and Nando and I think their like arguing for a redbull seat, but redbull is obviously gonna stick with Max and Nando is pissed so he’s like talking a lot of shit about max” Charles said while putting his chips in the middle. “And want is max saying” Pierre asked now just listening to the story.
"He's pissed calling Nando immature, and how he's taking it out of proportion" Charles says while taking a swig of his drink. "That's fucking crazy man" Pierre chuckled while placing down his cars showing the boys he won another round. "Fucking hell man how do you always win" Alex says throwing his card on the table.
"You just suck at poker mate" Pierre laughed while taking all the chips. "Well mates I got to go lily wants me home for dinner and I don't want to be broke" Alex chuckled while packing up his things. "Yeah I got to go to Y/n me hope at a certain so l got to go" Pierre said before taking one more sip of his drink before grabbing his keys and going to the car.
Once he gets home he speed walks to the room seeing me on my phone watching some videos. "Baby" he says softly to me making me roll my eyes. "I know you're mad at me, but I have drama that needs to be told” Pierre said dramatically sitting on the edge of the bed. "So pause the fight because it is too good" Pierre says making me smile before wanting to hear.
“So apparently the girls are fighting, Max and Fernando are arguing about a redbull seat, and obvi redbull is gonna stick to their starboy so Nando got pissed and started talking nonsense about it. Saying how max doesn't deserve the seat and how it should be his, and max is like he's being ridiculous and immature" Pierre says spilling the tea to me without taking a single breath.
"No fucking way, I thought Nando was loving it at Aston Martin" I say confused on the whole topic. "Apparently not because he's not getting as much attention as Lance is because he's a ne-" I cut him off before he finished the sentence. "Be respectful" I warned him with the look that makes him be nice
"Sorry Mon ange, but yeah that's why the girls are fighting over a stupid seat" Pierre laughed which makes me laugh. "Please tell me you're not mad anymore" he asked me with his puppy dog eyes and pout. "No baby I'm not mad anymore" I say lovingly while running my fingers through his hair. "Since when did we start spilling tea to each other because now it's just normal" | asked while feeling his hair through my finger tips.
“The first day we met, heard you talking about that dick head that stood you up so I got the courage and talked to you” he says softly to me while his head is in my lap and he’s rubbing thigh. “You were listening” I laughed while scratching his scalp a bit just like he liked it. “When I heard ‘you’ll never guess what happened I was all ears” he laughed against me making me laugh with him.
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3 years ago
“Dude you’ll never guess what happened” was the one word that Pierre heard to make him start listening to my conversation without me knowing. The asshole stood me up said he was with another girl who’s ten times prettier” I said absolutely pissed while talking to my friend.
Pierre just takes a sip of his drink shocked that a guy can say that to someone as gorgeous as you. “I bet you his dick was tiny” I say making fun of the guy making Pierre almost snort out in laughter.
After the call ended I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around to see who it was I see then most handsome guy I’ve seen. “Hi I’m sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that you’re beautiful” Pierre said making me smile softly and feeling my cheeks get hot.
“That you so are you” I stuttered, “I-i mean handsome you’re very handsome” I stuttered pretty bad making him smile softly at me seeing his pearly white teeth. “I’m sorry I’m never really like this” I tell him trying to save myself from embarrassment. “No it’s okay I think it’s pretty cute” he told me making me blush ten times more almost looking like a tomato.
“May I have your name” he asked me softly his French accent making it so much better when he talks. “Hailey my names Hailey” I say softly still blushing for the life of me. “My names Pierre nice to meet your Hailey” He smiled softly now it being my favorite thing he does even though we just met.
“Can I take you out sometime” he asked me making me look happy. “Yeah heres my number” I say giving him mmhmm number on a napkin. “Are you free right now” he asked me feeling surprised that he asked. “Yeah I am actually why” I asked confused on the question.
“Can I take you out right now” he wondered making me blush more and more probably looking ruby red. “I would love to” i mumbled feeling embarrassed from the blush on my face. “Let’s go I have a place in mind” He says softly holding my hand to take me outside.
“Is this the part where you kidnap me” I joked softly while taking his hand. “I don’t know do you want to get kidnapped by me” he chuckled making me giggle with him. “Maybe but seriously where are we going” I asked softly letting him lead the way to this random place.
“Welcome to the pretty pond that I found” he says softly showing me the pond that was glowing from the moonlight. I see fireflies everywhere admire the beautiful view. “You have no idea how much I need this, thank you” I say hugging him making him wrap his arms around my waist hugging me back. “Of course Mon ange” he whispered softly and smoothly in my ear.
“What does that mean” I asked him about the sudden nick name. “You’ll find out soon” smiled softly brushing my messy hair behind my ear making me blush more.
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“I remember that day, I love it so much” I said softly scratching his head as he kissed my thighs a bit. “Talking to you was the best decision of my life. I don’t regret one thing about it” he mumbled against my thigh making me giggle. “Even when I’m being dramatic about chocolate” I said making him chuckle softly. “Even then I will never regret talking to you baby I love you” he said softly to me before leaning up to his me.
“I love you too baby” I say kissing him back softly making him grab my neck like he always did. He squeezed my neck still kissing me with such love and care like I was fragile and he was scared to break me. “Gosh Mon ange you’re so precious, it’s truly captivating” he whispered before going back to kiss me making me whimper softly. “Let’s go eat some dinner” he says before giving my neck one last squeeze.
He goes to the pantry and sees a familiar bag in the corner. “Mon ange” he called out making me hum. “What did you say you wanted from the store” he asked softly making me look confused. “Chocolate why” I asked while placing the plates on the island. “There’s chocolates right here” he said back with a funny look making me look at him with a guilty face.
… “Oops”
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Notes: tell me why I’m trying my hardest to get these 5 post out. Yes you read right FIVE. Anyways if you requested something don’t worry it’s coming out soon. And yes more smut is coming out real soon. Let’s just say it’s another threesome. Hope you enjoy!
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I need another excuse to talk about Akashi, so here is another headcanon.
I've already talked about Akashi having a sweet tooth, but lemme talk about the type of sweets I think he would enjoy.
Given the type of sweets/snacks he's canonically talked about and eaten, he strikes me as someone who prefers mellow flavors. Think about his favorite food, tofu. There are many ways to prepare it, but his favorite is simply just boiled tofu. Even for the maiubo snack sticks, Murasakibara shares with him, Fjmk said Akashi's favorite flavors were the steamed ones. So, he seems to like more subtle flavor profiles that don't overpower his senses.
From this, what kind of sweets/flavors would he enjoy? I would think any sweets that have flavors like vanilla, strawberry, matcha, etc. This could apply to candy or baked goods.
But I also see him digging desserts with rich flavors like chocolate, caramel, or coffee (I have a whole headcanon of him being a Nutella fiend too, so I think that falls under the "rich flavors" category). I think he would try and balance it out whenever he has dessert. So, if he were at a cafe eating a cake, he'd have it with an Americano or something. Unless he was eating traditional Japanese sweets. Then he'd probably choose tea for that. And you know that boy loves his tea.
I could see him occasionally go for more citrusy types of desserts, but idk if that would be his favorite. Citrusy flavored things are pretty sharp-tasting, so maybe he wouldn't go for it too often, but he can appreciate it in small doses. I think he'd like the occasional sorbet.
One thing I think he'd hate, though, is a lot of American sweets and snacks. As someone who has lived in the US most of my life, I am fully aware of how salty/sugary our snacks can be. I think if Akashi were to eat some of our candy, it might have the same effect as giving a Victorian child a can of Monster Energy. It's just too much of a sensory overload for him. He leaves all of those snacks to people like Murasakibara and probably Kagami as well.
Anyway, I think I'll wrap this headcanon up. I just had to indulge in my chronic Akashi brainrot for a quick sec. Thank you for listening.
#ahhh yes nothing like talking about akashi to ease the mind#i had a long day alright#and i just came out of my last lecture of the week after presenting a seminar with my group for 1hr30 so i deserve this#kuroko no basket#knb headcanons#akashi seijuro
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keeper characters as things my friends and i have texted!
i'm cleaning out my phone and found wayy too many screenshots
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sophie: i've almost got keefe convinced that storks drop off babies
sophie: this may or may have not incited a breakdown 3:30 am but i've almost done it
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keefe: i'm at the mall with biana she's looking for shoes i'm looking for hot people
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sophie: how does one develop insomnia in level 2? don't know but i'll call it endurance training
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fitz: shut up you simp for my sister
dex: i'm proud
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dex: HOW IS A DEAD PERSON GONNA BE TRAUMATIZED
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keefe: i think i kissed my pillow once when i was 12 or 13
keefe: you know, 70 years ago
keefe: when we still lit things with candles
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sophie with mallowmelt: rock bottom tastes better than it sounds
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dex: idk what it's like to pull a girl i was the one pulled
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keefe: bro my brain waves feel like a siren
keefe: yk what i mean
fitz: i do not
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dex (with braces): imagine loving someone
dex: ...
dex: who has braces
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keefe after sending a picture of himself: omg whos the stylish one i wanna meet him
biana hyping him up: me too he seems so hot wtf
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sophie: YOU WANT PROBLEMS
sophie: ILL GIVE YOU SOME
fitz: this doesn't sound good
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alden: i'm taking a samoa
biana: okay they're five bucks
alden: what no discount? i'm your dad
biana: six bucks
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keefe: i just have the need to be the hottest smarted person in the room at all times to make myself feel valid
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dex: i just wasted 20 mintues of my life on a koala i will never get to see
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fitz: i'm in a whole foods crying by the bobo's toasters
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marella: 420 what's your emergency
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biana: ur so bagelicisous
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marella: shut up band kid
dex: shut up lesbian
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marella: i hope sometimes when the guys at our school are getting a little too cocky they remember that there are literal 2d drawings pulling more bitches than them
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sophie: projection>>>having problems
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biana to keefe: sugar baby would look so good on you
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biana: i love being able to hit men's booties knowing they can't fight back
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dex: british people (derogatory) what tf is beans on toast
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keefe: i WILL breathe more air than you
tam: is this a threat
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dex: this be lookin a little homosexual 🫣
biana: ^us when we see keefe and fitz
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sophie: kmsing 🤭🤭🤭🤭
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biana to fitz: hate to break it to you, you don't like her, you like the boy you think she has a crush on
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grady: maybe getting older is...beginning to like and appreciate bananas
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kenric and jolie: i hope i'm important enough to be the main character from my grave
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sophie: lmao why should i care about anything i'm 15 and i eat chocolate 🤷♀️
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keefe: just bc you know you're making me sweat shake and shiver doesn't mean you can or should use that to your advantage (please do) like what the fuck
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fitz: i'm not that much of an asshole
dex: this is untrue
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dex: good news! no more cannibalism. bad news, beastiality?
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keefe about sophie: the way we're twinning
keefe: she drinks red bull and cuts bangs at 2am i impulsively get stitches with no thoughts in my head bc i think its cool
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stina: currently about to fight this seagull will update
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dex: i wouldn't mind a shorter guy actually if they're too tall i'm gonna have to break their knees to kiss them
biana: that's the fun part! like glowsticks 🤩
#kotlc incorrect quotes#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc#dex dizznee#linh song#tam song#biana vacker#sophie foster#fitz vacker#stina heks#councillor kenric#jolie ruewen#grady ruewen#marella redek
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not to Discourse, but about Sylvie snapping at Mobius:
She was right. She could have said it nicer (well, someone else could have - i adore Sylvie but i wouldn't really say she's consistently 'nice' and there are very obvious reasons for that in her backstory) but it's true, Mobius has been bizarrely chill about so many things this season, to the point where it does seem odd, actually. I think it's easily missed (maybe?) partly because fandom has decided long ago that Mobius is some sort of therapist/social worker who is always calm and so emotionally insightful and his role in fanfic is to be supportive at the more obviously fucked-up characters. But like. He's also fucked up. He's already said that he's avoiding finding out about his old life in case it was good, so it's not like "Mobius won't let himself think about the sad things" is a new idea, is it?
I don't think Sylvie gets why he's like this (or she wouldn't have been so angry, for a start) but those two have spent very little time together (I think we the audience sometimes forget how little) and I know shipwars are inevitable and eternal but the show really does kind of break down into Loki-with-Mobius and Loki-with-Sylvie almost like two parallel worlds that interact less than might be expected. So why does Loki not "stand up for Mobius" there? Well there's the fact that it's true and that Loki was (unlike Sylvie) there when Mobius said he's scared of uncovering his old life so is more likely to connect the dots. And the element of "oh no my faves are fighting! i cannot take sides or at least one of them will hate me! i shall just stand here awkwardly and say nothing!"
I assume Loki and Mobius will talk this stuff over at some point, but in this episode there's not time for any of the several conversations that need to happen (and presumably this is a deliberate writing choice to drag things out a bit keep the tension up) and idk about anyone else but I would find it a bit weird if Sylvie had instead been unusually gentle (for her) and softly asked Mobius if he's feeling okay or does he want to have a chat about anything? Perhaps over a nice cup of tea and some chocolate biscuits? Nah, she's tense, of course she's going to snap. Ideally she wouldn't have done that but *gestures vaguely* what about any of this situation they're all in would you describe as "ideal"?
Maybe she'll apologise in one of the remaining episodes. But if she does he'll say that her observation was right, if not delivered in a way he'd have preferred.
tl;dr - Mobius is fucked up too and Sylvie (who has just in as many words says she thinks being soft makes you weak) is not diplomatic at the best of times, let alone while the multiverse is in the process of collapsing/exploding/whatever-the-fuck-it's-doing.
#loki spoilers#sylvie my precious blorbetta#mobius#also the reason sylvie doesn't have the manners of a (literal) prince is the people mobius just spent however-long working for.#so like. there's a certain sad aptness here i feel.#or maybe the pie really is drugged after all! either works!
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Day 3 of writing for blade until he comes home.
Edit: Blade x fem! Reader
Idk what this is, I wrote it right before work.
Warnings: violent thoughts, story making no sense whatsoever.
Minors and blank blogs dni
Blog contains dark contant, dni if uncomfortable.
Your blind date was late.
A little cafe that's neither out in the open nor hidden away, your supposed meeting spot. The waitress already came by three times, saying how lovely you looked after the first thirty minutes passed and no-one showed up for the table meant for two. Choose between coffee and soda, between a slice of cake and a parfait, a little freebie implied promise once the first hour finally passed by.
It's been an hour and half, by now.
And your bodyguard - 'companion' was sitting by himself in a dark little corner, mask slipped down enough for him to enjoy his little drink while he's on his little phone, without even a little bit of care in the world. So invested in whatever fun games he may have, or even videos, or hell, texting whatever friends waiting for him back at home, where he can sleep in his little bed without worrying about another blind date being set up him, all because your brother doesn't trust your taste in men and -
"Here's your order, ma'am."
You're startled by the waitress, who once again is looking at you with pity in her eyes. You turn to look at her, a smile never really forming.
"Ah. Thank you."
When she leaves you notice a chocolate parfait on the table, an item you did not indeed order. So, that's the freebie. You should be grateful, you want to be, but all it does is remind you of your sad little situation, practically stranded on a planet with a man you don't particularly trust. Or know, for that matter, only used to his silence and no chit chat that could expand your view on him as a person, rather than exhaustipated sighs and dead fish eyes that watch your every move out of the corner of his eye. Only conversations that are less than five minutes are standard with him.
You wish you had your phone.
But your brother seemed to disagree with that, telling the man to hold it until after the date is over, regardless if it went well or not. If you needed anything, your companion over there could tell him.
"Must be nice having a phone," he's across from you, close enough to hear from his corner, but too far to reach out. Not that he would, you think. "Sure do wish I could use mine. Maybe even text my date and ask where he is."
No reply. Just silence as an answer, the fucking bastard holding his phone up a bit higher for you to see, as if to spite you. You're going to kick him one of these days if he's always going to be like that.
And yet, you still can't help but find comfort in the fact he's still there. Here with you, even if by force. Because it's him -
You pick up your fork and dig in.
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You're going crazy.
You have enough money to pay for a five course meal, your brother providing the funds in case you wanted to purchase anything. Which you did, another dessert, another drink, sent the man's least favorite one for him to enjoy as a gift, the waitress looking on in confusion as his face twists into displeasure. If you have to suffer, than so will he, politeness be damned. He should have just given your phone to you by now.
Let you walk out of the cafe after the second hour, walk back into that train, go home, shower, kick your brother before crying yourself to sleep tonight. But no, instead the stupid idiot kept your phone, and due to whatever agreement and terms your brother and he made, didn't even speake a word to you for two entire hours.
Perhaps it was to avoid any misunderstandings your blind date may get, if he were to see the two of you conversing. Or maybe because he saw you as an annoying task rather than an annoying person, who could at least, make small talk to pass the time. Then again, he hates talking.
You're starting to think he acts this way just to avoid people all together, unless it was to fight off any 'threats', but even then, the only time you ever saw him in action was when your brother started a fist fight on sight one time.
You take another glance at him.
The shades cover his eyes, mask pulled up again, black beanie and coat making him look more suspicious than intended. His posture is straight, one leg crossed over the other, one hand in his lap while the other holds the phone. From this view, you quietly admit that he's handsome (not that you didn't think that already) and almost looks...
His phone rings.
You think he spares you a glance before getting up, heading outside to take the call. Doesn't whisper to you about who it is, not to cause any trouble, to stay put - just to confirm that you know where he's going. An unsaid order to go to him in case of an emergency and only an emergency.
Part of you hopes he secretly has a girlfriend who you could gossip to, explain how awful he is to be around. Ask if he's like that with her, or if he's still the same. What to do to ease the tension in the room, basically.
Assuming the hypothetical girlfriend wouldn't get jealous or is a bitch in general. It would suite him, though.
He's a little bitch for not giving you your phone -
"Um, are you (name)?"
It's a soft, boyish voice that calls out to you. You look up to your side, to see a shy looking man who looks to be around your age, glasses and causal wear on. He looks cute, with fluffy brown hair that just can't seem to sit still in any style. You smile.
"Depends on who's asking. May I ask who are you?"
He introduces himself, asks if he could take a seat all the while apologizing like his life depends on it. Of course, like the cilivized young woman of society you are, you accept his apology and even invite him to sit before he could even muster out another apology after the first thirteen. God, his lungs must be strong to say 'sorry' thirteen times in less than a minute.
And, of course, he does so, scooting his chair in. Of course, you suggest some meal options, what you already tried, what you think about said options. Your smile is natural, it's lovely with the waitress coming by to take his order. Her eyes still glance at you, still the same old pity in them, almost trying to convey that you should cut your losses and just run out right now and ditch him.
Little does she know, it's taking everything in you not to sucker punch him and get arrested for battery.
Sit straight, let your dress flow with your movements. Smile and look pretty, look at him like he's the only person in the room. Flutter your eyes, flirt a bit but not too much. Elementary stuff, as your brother would call it.
Elementary your ass, you're going to kick him.
You take a quick look behind him, your companion still outside apparently, if his empty seat were to say anything. Great. Fantastic, actually.
"Two hours is a little late, don't you think?" Your right leg stretches a bit, tip of your boot tapping his calf.
He stutters, another apology on his lips, but -
"I don't need apologies. I need an explanation."
"A-ah... There was a traffic jam on the way here. I know you're not from here, but traffic gets really bad here. I'm sorry for being late again." Bows his head, doesn't look up at you, and you think it's adorable, how he looks like a little baby deer. He would look even cuter with a black eye-
Your thoughts are getting too violent. Don't let the frustration win, you were warn about the traffic issue by your own brother. Which is exactly why you got here on this planet five hours early. Settling for a dingy hotel to avoid any attraction, the front desk looking confused as a man and woman who are traveling together ask for two separate rooms, getting confused as a couple by some, hearing him sigh every five minutes when something didn't go to plan, train ride suffocating AND awakard after the misunderstanding he had -
"It's fine, really. I'm just glade you came at all."
"Ah, I'll pay for your meal if you haven't already, plus anything else you may want." He's polite yet awkward, and you just nod your head, doing exactly as you were trained - told - to do. "Oh, that reminds me."
His mannerisms are completely different from your companion's. He's soft and shy, stuttering out nervous words. The other, on the other hand, is blunt and keeps his head high, rarely holds a proper conversation without ending it in a few words if not one. You hate how you're thinking of him instead of the man in front of you
He reaches into his pocket only to pull out two movie tickets.
Oh hell no.
"Your brother - I mean, I had an idea for later tonight so -"
Everything after that turns black.
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By the time you got back to the hotel, your autopilot finally turned off. You don't remember much of the movie, just that it was a romance one, that all of your interactions with your date were awkward, that your companion somehow snuck into the movie theater without a ticket, and while you couldn't see him due to sitting two rolls ahead of him, you could still feel his stare.
Your date had dropped you off personally, another quick bow and apologies.
And now, you were in your hotel room, still "dressed up" as the man would put it, with said man leaning against the door frame, looking at you behind those shades. You're too tired to call him a creep.
"I texted your brother about the date." You hear his footsteps, looking at the ceiling. The cracks are more interesting than whatever he has to say.
He calls out your name once, twice, and then he's sighing, bending over a bit to block your view of the beautiful molding yellow of the ceiling. Gloved fingers removes his shades, reveling shades of gold and red. His hair falls over his face, and if he were to lean any lower, you could probably make out the pores on the upper part of his face, the slight wrinkles near his eyes despite his youthful appearance. How tired he looks. How empty his eyes are, dull yet shining with annoyance.
"Did you tell him he was late by two hours?"
"Yes. That's why he called."
Deep and smooth, his voice brings forth a comfort you find yourself wanting. It was routine, it was his, it was yours, it didn't involve any messed up dates, or unplanned events, it reminded you of home -
You think you really are going crazy. Because if you weren't, then you wouldn't be -
"Alright. If there's nothing else, I would like to sleep." This is the first time he's leaned over you, now that you think about it. First time he's truly looked at you instead of through you. First time he doesn't feel like a threat looming over you like a noose.
"Alright. Make sure to text your brother that you're back at the hotel. If you need anything just call."
He fixes himself, and you watch as he walks through the door, closing it with a warning to lock it before sleeping. You don't do as he says, far too tired to even turn the lights off. And through your hazy eye sight, you find yourself thinking about him again.
You must be crazy by now to be attracted to him.
#honkai star rail blade#hsr blade#hsr x reader#hsr blade x reader#honkaistarrail#blade honkai#blade x reader
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MYSTERY BOY? GIRL? || Neil Perry x Fem!Reader
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paring: neil perry x masculine!fem!reader
summary: neil has a partner but he's quite discreet about it, so everyone is confused because they don't even know their gender
fc; maia mitchell + pinterest girls (but picture her as you like)
warnings: modern au and a very confused charlie
note: her user is "weltonismybitch"
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neilperry: study... date? idk but it was kinda productive... sometimes
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charliedal: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY DATE?
neilperry: I know girls don't like you that much, but you don't know what a date is?
romeo.like.knox: sassy neil is brutal god
weltonismybitch: next time, try reading instead of being on your phone
neilperry: I'll try next time
weltonismybitch: next time?
neilperry: please?
weltonismybitch: you need me to not fail maths
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caption: he spent half an hour searching for a book he already had a copy in his back
neilperry has replied to your story
you weren't joking about telling everyone
I deserve having fun now that some of your little friends are following me
they won't shut up with question, you know that?
have fun darling xx
charlie and neil's texts
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weltonismybitch: so the test we have tomorrow is a chess one right? (I need to stop hanging out with this idiot)
tagged: neilperry
neilperry: you were literally the one who brought it in the first place??
weltonismybitch: who said it was for you?
neilperry: if you hate me just say so
weltonismybitch: you're going to lose your pretty privileges if you keep talking
neilperry: sorry ma'am 🫡
charliedal: @toddy.anderson WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
toddy.anderson: liking a friend's post?
charliedal: REALLY? NOT EVEN A PRONOUN?
toddy.anderson: are you blind?
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neilperry: okay MAYBE I spend a little too much time with @weltonismybitch
charliedal: I hate you both and I DON'T EVEN KNOW THEM
meeksie: dude calm down, let neil be happy with... whoever this is
pittsie: I'm offended about the fact that he hasn't introduced us yet
neilperry: ... with time
weltonismybitch: and now he doesn't have his own music taste
neilperry: so should I stop listening to your music?
weltonismybitch: if you want to die, sure
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weltonismybitch: will everyone shut the fuck Up about if it was a boy or a girl who is making out with my boyfriend?
charliedal: good, I don't have to add something else to the list of things I'll have to fight your dad for @neilperry
neilperry: now stop talking about my girl?
meeksie: after meeting her
toddy.anderson: I promise they can be a bit more normal
weltonismybitch: just a bit? not really worth it, I think
romeo.like.knox: we have cigarettes and chocolate
weltonismybitch: when and where?
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caption: so I can finally share this?
weltonismybitch has replied to your story
you're going to be dead in like 10 seconds
I GOT NEIL'S PERMISSION
so he'll be dead too
run
I love you?
shush
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weltonismybitch: pretty weird people, also kinda decent (even though they cheat A LOT)
tagged: neilperry, charliedal, romeo.like.knox, toddy.anderson, meeksie, pittsie
charliedal: I DID NOT CHEAT!
weltonismybitch: liarrr
neilperry: you did cheat meat
charliedal: NOW YOU TAKE HER SIDE? auch
weltonismybitch: he better
meeksie: but be honest, how did HE pulled YOU?
weltonismybitch: good question, idk
neilperry: MEEKS? you're supposed to be my friend
charliedal: NOW YOU FEEL MY PAIN
weltonismybitch: I'm surrounded by idiots god
#dead poets society#neil perry#neil perry x reader#charlie dalton#knox overstreet#robert sean leonard#dark academia
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PJO TV Show Live Reactions Part 3
I'm out of Chocolate chip cookies, but I did have cereal and I'm ready for Medusa
Oh, and this is not spoiler free for the books and possible future TV show events
Oh the attic is creepy and the oracle is creepier I love it.
Ah Baby's first Quest and Oracle Visitation
Oh they didn't show the rest of the prophecy. Interesting? I'm not sure why exactly, I guess so we can find out later?
Oh he's actually choosing his companions. Oh he didn't wait for Annabeth that was cute.
Wait so Blackjack is just...at Camp? Does Luke steal him later?
Poor Grover on scooper duty. Of course Percy would choose him tho.
Oh! Ok there's the prophecy. He's worried about the friend betrayal. I don't if he thinks it will be Annabeth, since he had that little speech about trusting her to do what was needed to be done?
I love the Poseidon Cabin its so pretty! There's a water feature!
Oh. Hello. Luke
Oh I like the animation on the shows that's cute.
Oh. Yeah. I knew Percy was considering Luke. I'm so glad he chose Grover, who knows how that would have turned out. It...probably would be really bad actually.
Wait. Something I've never actually considered of before, can Grover talk to Thalia's spirit that's in the tree? Does the tree have a dryad? Don't all tree's have dryads? But Thalia's is a special tree. Huh.
Percy be nice! Before Annabeth smacks you lol, Thalia is a bit of a touchy subject, though I understand the comment of gods and saving Thalia.
Oh, we've cut out Argus?
Oh Annabeth is being difficult but it's kind of adorable. Grover...what are you doing? I mean, its adorable, but what?
Never split the party!
Hello old Mrs. Dodds. Annabeth, don't antagonize the fury
Oh, HoO foreshadowing?
Wait Percy, why bring the shoes in a box? Instead of wearing them or giving them to Grover?
"I didn't even know New Jersey had forests, but we found one!" Walker Scobell has somehow harvested the spirit of Percy Jackson, I fear he may be unstoppable
Pfft Oh Percy, you think you can just...call a goddess?
Grover the vegetarian is investigating someone cooking hamburgers on a Satyr path. Ok
Oh the statues actually look pretty cool
Hello again, Mrs Dodds
Oh, we've got her actually name now, cool. Hello Auntie Em. I'm really liking the actress already
Oh we aren't beating around the bush ok Hello Medusa
Ok, so far I'm loving this version of Medusa, but I wonder if we well get the meta commentary on how monsters take out grudges on the children of the gods, since she at least claims she won't do that to Annabeth. In this, did Annabeth get tormented by spiders
Annabeth, don't antagonize the gorgon
Medusa's story time! I'm glad they kept that she was a priestess for Athena, but they took out the screwing around in Athena's temple, or did I misunderstand that? Or maybe that's what Annabeth is talking about, calling her a liar? IDK there have been many versions of that story, including one that paints Poseidon in a very bad light and Athena in an even worse one so...
Oh, what are you offering Medusa? This is creepy and I love it
Creepy basement full of statues. Lovely
I'm not sure if I love or hate that Medusa is still beautiful in this instead of ugly
Oh the invisibility hat! That's smart!
Love that they used it against Alecto
But I'm still waiting for Percy to be Impertinent
Uncle Ferdinand! :(
Bury it in the basement? That's not impertinent. And would lose Annabeth her hat. Thank you Grover, they both need to hear this, I love Grover.
Ah, there it is. The betrayl line. It makes sense it would bother him during this quest.
Oh so Percy and Annabeth had monsters trying to turn them on eachother, is it Grover's turn? Will it be the Pink Poodle Gloriosa?
Ah. There's the impertinence. I love sending the head to Olympus, but I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about using that head against Gabe, he doesn't seem very abusive in this version, though abusers don't always go 100 % all the time so I guess we'll see
Percy is singing the song!!! These kids are too cute for this dangerous quest
Hermes! Oh are we going to see the delivery next episode? At least Hermes seems amused.
I like the ending song, and the credits still slaps
#percy jackson#percy jackson spoilers#percy jackson tv show#percy jackson tv show spoilers#percy jackson live action#percy jackson live action spoilers#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson and the olypians spoilers#pjo#pjo spoilers#pjo tv show#pjo tv show spoilers#i hope that covers the spoilers tags i'm still not sure if there is a consensus on that#really liked this episode despite some odd choices#Wonder if we'll get a thalia cameo#i don't think she's been cast#has she?
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The gang + the Shepards & Buck in a snowball fight!
Darry would make hot chocolate for everyone "since he is the mature one"
Tim and Dally would use ice instead of snow on eachother lol
Johnny,pony and curly would probably build a snowman or snow angels
Buck would probably join in on Dally and Tim (or maybe stop them/why not both lol)
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Its fine if you don't like the ideas I put down, I just thought they would be funny :D 🍀
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MY BAD IM ANSWERING THIS LATE I KEPT FORGETTING TO BUT YEA HCS OK LETS GO
•lets just say that this winter in tulsa it snowed a lot bc of like idk global warming or somethin, it rlly doesnt snow THAT much in tulsa from what i remember
•darry and angela r inside bc they absolutely hate the cold
•tbh it probably started off so innoccent like pony and johnny were just throwing snow at each other, curly saw and chucked snow at pony, pony through snow back but curly ducked and it missed and hit steve and it absolutely snowballed from there
•theres entire teams being built of this shit, whos on whos team is up to u its rlly not THAT important, all u need to know is that its getting absolutely insane out there, theres forts built, man even the snowballs r getting a bit much bc y did a snowball get thrown at curly and it had pebbles inside
•that shit stung like it had splash damage ill tell u that much, so despite much of curlys protest, pony, curly, and johnny just quietly snuck off to do whatever
•they did build a snowman but it took a while bc curly was just trying to make the biggest snowball for the bottom section and that was a whole issue in and of itself
•and boy oh boy were they lucky they left when they did bc while they were doing that tim said “did u know that 15 americans die every year from icicle related incidents” and just smacked dally in the head w an icicle
•after that they were just wrestling in the snow, buck pulled up bc he had to give tim something, saw them n just,,,stared
•soda, two bit, and steve were right there w him and asked if they should do something and buck just went “nonono let them have this”
•meanwhile angela and darry were inside making hot chocolate bc it is getting somehow even colder, darry was just actually making it meanwhile angela was decorating them bc shes just a festive gyal
•day ended w everyone damn near getting frostbite and or hypothermia but hey they got hot chocolate and theyre doin a ok rn🤞🏽🤞🏽
#curly shepard#ponyboy curtis#tim shepard#angela shepard#darry curtis#darrel curtis#sodapop curtis#dallas winston#steve randle#two bit mathews#johnny cade#buck merril
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hey fellas this is the cringe website, so I'm gonna go on record real quick okay? I just watched all the willy wonka movies (1971, 2005, 2023) and I NEED to rant about it. Also, I don't really know if we need a warning for this, but I go on a rant about the 2005 one being kinda racist/weird/groomer-ish so there's like a warning i guess.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Novel, 1964): Never read it
Have not read the book. Coming out and saying that now, just to be like, transparent or whatevr.
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971): Banger, 10/10
My dad put this on one night (after he had watched both the 1971 movie and the 2005 one) and made me watch it. I had never seen it before and was waiting for some cringey dated 70's humor, maybe even a slur or something, but uh, nope. Gene Wilder was delivering every line with right amount of crazy person energy, without feeling creepy (at least to me). The bits were funny, and (again from my casual viewing) inoffensive. Some of the songs were boring, but when the obvious bangers played, I was hooked. The Oompa-Loompas were pretty funny, and never overstayed their welcome. The focus of this movie is mostly Charlie and Wonka, which is fair considering that's what the book is about (I think like I said I actually never read the book) Far as I am remembering, it was good, clean, killing(?) kids with candy fun.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory(2005): Dogshit film, 3/10
Fucking HATED this shit! The like, Native people direction they took with the Oompa-Loompas??? Omg, every scene felt like a FUCKING hate crime! And their songs were mid, I especially cringed during the first one and the last one. And Johnny Depp does that fucking horrible like.... battle cry thingy to call them as opposed to using the gay-ass little flute Gene Wilder Wonka did???? And the Oompa-Loompas keep doing this like, hands crossed over the chest salute thing? And they row a big boat, with a big drum keeping the rythm? Like WHY are they like this in the movie? And they aren't orange and green and silly anymore, they're just like dark skinned guys? With black hair? Which Idk, would've been an alright change i guess, if they didn't also do a whole scene where William Wanking is running thorugh the jungle in his teddy roselvelte ass outfit, and the oompa-loompas like don't speak english, do "silly" tribal dances to summon cocoa beans or something? and eat bugs???? like that's..... certainly a choice for the film.... And it's even grosser cause in both films mr. wilfred wonder or whatever refers to loompa land as like a horrid place to live or whatever, but when Gene Wilder said it, it kinda felt more like "yeah these little orange dudes get eaten by monsters and shit" and when Johnny Depp says it, it's like "yeah, they lived in a STINKY GROSS PLACE IN TREE HUTS AND THEY WERE POOR!!!! AND GRODY!!!!! Ewww, but after I stripped them of that culture and made them live in my factory, their lives are better now" idk super super weird to me. He also does a scene where the joke is he's just using like AAVE i think? He's like "ARe you hip to it? Are you jive? Slide me some skin, soul-brother!" and like, fucking stop, stop talking like that even if it isn't offensive, it's sure as hell cringey to hear a white, bill cipher human design looking mother fucker to start saying some bull shit like that. And the scene of uh, Violet or whatever getting turned into a blueberry???????? Straight up felt like inflation porn on DeviantArt! She gets big like ass first, and even looks at her ass like "oh dam I'm getting caked up" LIKE SIR THIS IS A CHILD! Same with the scene of Veruca Salt getting attacked by squirrels it felt so fetishy and weird idk. and also this version of WOnka is giving soma MAJOR OVERT Groomer/PEdo vibes like it's SOOOO Fucking gross I hated this movie. And all the Willy Wanker flashbacks are so boring and unessecary. Like shut up. There's just a bunch of scenes like that where I'm like "was this in the book or something?" Like the scene where he builds chocolate palace for a guy in India (complete with the typical 2005 depiction of an Indian man and woman i.e. the head turban things and a very pronounced accent, also the palace was just like chocolate Taj Mahal I'm pretty sure but whatever) but the chocolate melts (and drops on his forhead, between his eye brows. Y'lnow? Get it? Cause the... they have the dot.... thing... like SHUT UP IT'S NOT FUNNY) There was some funny lines, and I thought it was funny that Charlie was played by the dude who plays the Good Doctor (my dad was like "I couldn't watch it without thinking about he was going to say he was a surgeon), but every other scene felt almost illegal to watch. ALSO they drop the R-slur in this movie, which doesn't surprise me considering it was 2205, but if the film from the 70's sexulized the children less, had no slurs in it??? like ok, why are we adding offensive stuff to the equation of this children's movie?
Wonka (2023): Went in as a hater, came out as a fan 8/10
I was like "Who asked for this movie? Do we need another willy wonka movie??" But, I was pleasantly surprised. It had a lot of heart, the effect were pretty nice, I liked the characters. I guess they were given permission or something by Roald Dahl's family or something (i watched a behind the scenes thing, but i don't remember much about it) to do some new stuff with the Wonka character. So a lot of the characters are new, or heavily expanded on. I thought the humor really matched the 1971 film, a lot of funny bits. Timothee Chalamet, who isn't my favorite guy, was surprisingly charming as Wonka, I was ready to be rolling my eyes every time he said something. But, again, he was actually pretty silly, with the sort of seeds planted for him to turn into the Gene Wilder version of Wonka. The kid, Noodle, was also pretty silly. I liked the dynamic between her and William Wonkilla, it felt significantly more wholesome and WAYYY less creepy than anything in the Johnny Depp version. There's also a dead mom backstory for Wanker, and I'm a sucker for that sort of over done cringe, so yeah, I might've gotten like... a little emotional. They made the Oompa-Loompa(s) orange again, and they do the old oompa-loompa song! Pretty pleased with that as well, especially after the painful experience that was the 2005 version of Wonking. Me, my sister, and my dad were all surprised by how much we like this new one, even though I still don't think it was necessary? But again, welcome surprise. Omfg, also, in the BTS thing we watched, there was this sort of unspoken shade being thrown at the 2005 one like there was one guy who was like "Y'know, it's sort of a daunting task because so many great actors have played this character. Y'know, you got Gene Wilder. And now we have Timothee Chalamet-
LIKE WOW OKAY DAMN NOT EVEN GONNA SAY HIS NAME!!!! And then also one of the guys, the director or something was like "You can't have a willy wonka movie without Oompa-Loompas, and when I think of oompa-loompas I think orange skin, green hair, you know, funny dances moves" Like, we know what an Oompa-Loompa is.... Why're you mentioning this? Unless, of course, there was a film that went a really weird and uncomfortable route with portraying the Oompa-Loompas?????? OH, like the 2005 one!
The only thing I will say I didn't love with my whole heart was there are a lot of fat jokes. like, there's a cop who puts on a lot of weight throughout the film and it's a little juvenile and sorta dumb and overdone, but I guess I understand the sort of thing they're trying to say? Like, he's getting fat because he's eating chocolate that he's being bribed with, so it's like, he's corrupted or whatever, but idk, i don't love the fat jokes. Still, the character is pretty funny.
So yeah, that's my analysis or whatever. I had a lot of fun watching the movies. The release order is how you should watch them lol. The 1971 movie is a classic, you'll watch it a realize you know more about the movie than you thought, just due to pop culture. The 2005 one, you'll probably recognize some sound bits and some of the soundtrack (if you were on tiktok) but most likely, you'll be annoyed and baffled by the changes they made. And THEN you watch the new one, ready for some cringe, and they hit you with a surprisingly cute and wholesome story that sort of destroys all the cringe the 2005 movie gave you.
#willy wonka#charlie and the chocolate factory#can't belive I'm talking about this shit#like dude what the hell#i've been on a venture bros and metalocalypse kick and outta NOWHERE i'm getting heated about WILLY WONKA of all things?#and the only other thing I've seen gene wilder in was Blazing Saddles#so like a good movie but wow man its just slightly hard to watch for me#but man oh man I was not prepared for the deranged energy he was gonna bring to the WILLY WONKA movie#and then Johnny depp played like the twitter groomer version of that
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pairing: professor!joesph quinn x black!oc student
warnings: 18+ oral (f)receiving and (m)receiving, public sex, dub con, age gap ( Joe is 26, and oc is 22).
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Teacher’s Pet
“Seriously, it’s fall time, how can you be sad at a time of year like this. Everything is so beautiful, and colorful, brighten up Ally.” I walked through the never ending halls of the Arts, and Science building at NYU, we weaved our way through the sea of bodies.
“I need the sun Devina, I’m not like you, and the fall time is cold. I hate the cold. This, my friend, is just where our personalities split…accept it.” Ally pulled the lecture room door open, most students were scattered everywhere, but mainly the first four rows were filled with girls. Professor Joseph Quinn is quite popular amongst the females. Music History is an elective for most of us, which means the only reason we’re here…is because of him.
“Ally you’re good at science, what dna strand made Quinn so damn attractive?” I whisper to her as we take our seats, she giggled throwing her stuff down into the empty chair next to her. Her eyes give him a once over, studying his face.
“Girl, I wish I knew the answer to that. I mean look at him, wearing that gold chain like a slut.” I nearly choke on my water from her words, I’m too damn goofy to be friends with someone like Alyssa.
“I didn’t know the death of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart could be so funny Ms. Jones.” He scolded me, his chocolate eyes holding me in place, I always felt like he’s looking right into my soul with those eyes of his.
“It could be funny, I mean what kind of name is Wolfgang. What a mislead that must have been from the guys that jumped him.” I tried to joke, Ally sighs from beside me, an indication that I should have not said anything at all. My mouth has a habit of going against the instructions of my brain.
“Except he died from a fever.” Professor Quinn corrected me, some of the girls in the front row whispered, and giggled at me. I rolled my eyes, if only those cows knew the truth they’d be pissed.
“It was a joke, Professor.” I mumbled, I pulled my lip between my teeth as I fiddled with my pen. His eyebrow lifted upward, and he shot me a playful warning glare.
“I suggest you work on gathering better source material love.” My eyes widened, Professors Quinn's eyes flickered for a moment, and I think I was the only one that noticed that facial expression. I shrunk back in my seat, some of the other girls looked at me with grim expressions.
“No wonder you’ve been making A’s…perhaps it’s you who's the slut DJ.” Ally smirked at me knowingly, but I decided to ignore her as I kept writing my notes.
“Alright you all, don't forget it’s a quiz on everything from chapter 13, so make sure you study up.” He nodded his head to all the students bidding them a goodbye, then making his way to his desk. Taking his glasses off he throws them on the desk, and rubs the bridge of his nose.
“Ms. Jones, may I see you for a moment.” I pause my movements causing Ally to bump right into the back of me, I lean backwards to make room for her to slide past me.
“Me and Ms. Jones, we got a thing going on.” She sings quietly, as she passes me.
After the very last student leaves the class, I make way down the steps to the front of the room, I press my lips together to keep myself from smiling. Joe; however, held nother back, and I always admired him for his confidence in our ability to keep our relationship private. Though dating a teacher doesn't go against any legal rules, it just…not professional I guess. Which if you as me is total bullshit, I pull my weight in my classes, I never needed to go through such lengths for a passing grade. Even if I did sleep my way to the academic top, we pay enough money to go here, someones gotta give, or receive for that matter.
“Yes Professor?” I walked up to him, keeping a distance between us. I'm more than sure no one is here, but I couldn’t help but tease him.
“Falling asleep in class, and now making jokes like it's comedy hour? Come on now babe, that’s not like you.” He grabbed my hands, pulling me into him, and placing my palms around his neck. My fingers play with his hazelnut curls, he likes it when my nails scrape his scalp.
“Oh so blame it on me when you've been the one keeping me up twice this week.” I pouted, Joseph threw his head back in a small fit of laughter. His smile lights up his whole face, and I couldn't help but giggle as well.
“Did you like that, when I choked you, when I hit it from the back. Tell the truth, you can't lie darling.” Joseph's voice dropped, and his head tilted towards me. His hands crawled under my blouse, and his nails dragged down my bare skin giving me goosebumps. My areolas prickled, and my nipples hardened. He watches me closely taking pleasure in my fight to suppress the moan on the tip of my tongue, Joseph loves to watch me struggle. Sometimes he makes me beg for it, when we first met I never peg him for the type to be so sexually dark.
“No, we shouldn’t Joey, someone could walk in on us.” I tried to plea with him, I wanted to, my pussy was already slick, but I’d rather not be the poster child for public sex.
“Follow me, there’s something I want to show you.” Joseph pulled me by the arm off towards the back of the stage, we walked for quite a while before we came to stop in front of a backstage room. He dangled a set of keys in my face, his lips falling back into a shit eating grin. This man is too slick, and just when I think I have him figured out, he surprises me with more.
“Let’s just say, some of the theater kids owe me a favor, let’s take a look shall we?” He grinned, and before I could protest he’s already turning to unlock the door. It was dark at first, except for a few makeup tables that still had its lights on.
“And God said let there be light.” Joseph flipped on a switch, I’ve never been a performer, but I’ve always dreamed of what the backstage rooms would look like during show time.
“Now where we’re we? Kissing?” He gets right to the point pressing those soft lips of his right onto mine. His mouth sucks my bottom lip into him, we both moan into each other as I easily melt into him.
“It’s your favorite flavor, cinnamon sugar. You like how I taste baby?” I whisper, his hands roughly pulling up my skirt and digging his fingers into my panties from the back. Tightly he grips both my ass cheeks pulling them apart so wide I could feel my pussy lips spread.
“Those aren’t the only lips I like to suck on Princess, you always taste amazing. When you came in today with this short skirt on, I couldn’t wait till class was over so I could eat you immediately.” He purred, I loved how forward he was with me, it’s like I never knew what was going to come out of that mouth of his.
“Please say you’re going to eat me from the back, Joey.” I begged, he sucked more of the gloss off my lips, then he pushed me towards one of the makeup tables.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He pushed my skirt up further past my hips, ripped the crotch of my thin tights open, and pushed my panties to the side. I threw my head back as he spit on me, my back arching inward, and my ass poking out more for him. He uses his fingers to coat me in his saliva, and makes sure to pay extra attention to my throbbing clit.
“Fuck yes, it feels so good baby.” I tried to moan quietly, but when Joe spread my cheeks it became difficult to contain myself. He put his whole face between my thighs, and ass. His hand roughly smacking me, his big hands gripping my cheeks tightly causing a stinging sensation that shoots right to my core
“Mmm, look at that pretty pussy, taste so fucking good.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, and continued to hold me there between his lips.
“Shit, you gone , make my pussy come baby. Fuck don’t stop, please.” I spread my legs out wider, my hips rock back and forth on his face. My hand reached back to grab onto his head, my fingers intertwined with his mess of curly hair as I grip onto them tightly.
A hot sensation moves through the pit of my stomach, a shiver rips up my spine, and clinches tightly around his two fingers he inserted deeply inside me. You could hear Joseph's muffled breathing, sloppy wet sucking, and my moans all mixed together. After pulling on my clit a few more times making it jump, and throb pleasurably. I came in his mouth, it wasn’t as long, or as intense of an orgasam as he usually gives me, but that’s the whole point of a quickie right?
“Delicious as always babe, now let’s see if you can make me come as fast.” He poked his tongue out at me, I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him slowly unfasten his belt, and zipper.
“A little faster Joey.” I crossed my arms impatiently, he paused his movements, his eyes slowly moving up my body to my face.
“Is that, is that an attitude I hear? Because we can pack it up right now.” The corner of his mouth slightly turned upward, of course he found this funny. Instead of making a fuss, let out a huff, and get down to my knees.
“That’s a good girl, now sit quietly for Daddy.” His hand reached out to firmly grab into my chin tilting my head back, I looked up at him through my long lashes, and opened my mouth as wide as I could.
Now listen, someone with a mouth as small as mine shouldn’t be trying to suck a dick as…girthy as my Joey. However, momma ain’t raise no bitch, so I put both my hands around his shaft. I pushed him back as far back into my throat as possible, my mouth completely full, and I’m already gagging before the hip thrust.
“Oh we’re a trooper today huh love? You look so fucking good with my cock stuffed in your mouth, fuck Devina.” He pulled out of my mouth a little, I took that split sex to relax, because this is where the real shit began. He placed one hand on the top of my forhead careful to not mess up my hair, though he didn’t give not one fuck about my make up. His other hand held onto the bottom of my chin as he gripped into my whole jaw to hold me in place. He tilted his head back, tongue poked out, and eyebrow curled upwards as if he’s trying to capture the right angle for a photo.
“Hold on tight Princess.” Joseph pulled back further, and then pushed all the way back into my throat. The gagging never stopped, I’m so glad I’ve only had coffee, but I will be deathly hungry after this.
He has probably only been going at it for two minutes, but it felt like fifteen to be honest. My jaw was killing me, spit continuously spills from my mouth, down my throat, and onto my chest.
“You like that baby, you like being stuffed with my fat cock just like the greedy whore you are.” He grunted, our eye contact never broke, I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help the smile that grew onto my face.
“Fuck you’re enjoying this, such a greedy little slut. Hahah! I love this shit oh I do.” Joseph threw his head back, mouth popped open, and a wild look in his cocoa brown eyes. He was so close, I could feel the way his dick twitched, and jumped in my mouth begging for release. But I had other plans, I wanted to milk him for everything he was worth. One hand I grabbed onto his balls, and gently squeezed them, his hips bucked forward unexpectedly.
“Shit.” He cursed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, and a death grip from hell on my head. My nails grazed him from the base of his shaft to the bottom of his stomach, and back down to his balls. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of him, and he finally decided to let me have control. I moved into a squatting position, with one hand I massaged him in a back and forth motion. My other hand rested on my thigh to help me with balance, I bobbed my head in a circular motion. All the spit that accumulated in my mouth now dripped down him, and into the floor.
My hand works on his shaft, while I suck on his tip at the same time, and when I look up to check on him…he is finished. He leaned back in the brick wall behind him, his eyes closed, and his cheeks a cherry red.
I took him at the back of my throat again, my mouth making gawking sounds. My hand squeezed his balls again, this time I grabbed him at a firmer hold.
“Devina please…” His begging only encouraged me further, this was the one true power I held over him, and I took pleasure in it. After a few more strokes his hips flexed forward, and his hands wrapped around my neck making sure I didn't move. Even after his deliciously creamy milk squirted into my mouth, and even when I swallowed…I continued to suckle on him.
“Jesus, fucking hell.” He moaned heavily, I bet his toes are curling in his shoes. If I were him, I’d be a puddle, but I guess technically he was already. His breathing is uneven, his nostrils are flared, and his back has fallen back against the wall. Fatality
“Well this has been eventful, what are we having for dinner Joey?” I stand up to adjust my clothes, I watch him slowly collect himself.
“After all that? Whatever you want babe, holy shit. Where did you learn that?” Joseph fixed himself, and picked up my jacked, helping me into it.
“I’ve been a freak Joey, I just like to keep my tricks in a bag.” I giggled, he grabbed my hand, and led me out of the backstage room. There was a janitorial crew cleaning up through the auditorium, we weren’t too worried when they saw us. There were four older people sweating through the aisles and such. They just nodded to us as we existed.
“You’re doing that again tonight by the way.” Joseph jokes, his shades down over his eyes, and squeezed my hip lightly.
“Does this mean I get an A on my next quiz?” I asked innocently, Joesph just looked at me, and exhaled. If he think I’m not getting that A he’s sadly mistaken…
#joseph quinn fanfiction#Joesph Quinn one shot#one shot#Professor!joequinn#black!oc#joseph quinn#teacher x student
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we're back! congratulations! you have been officially selected to stab or slap any five / three jjk characters that you wish as well as hug (wrap them up in a lil blanket, give them some hot chocolate, gently kiss their forehead...) any five / three jjk characters that you wish! who do you stab / slap, who do you hug, and why, if there’s a reason<3
wow what a surprising question omg had No idea this was coming tehe
would STAB / SLAP
gakuganji - man is getting STABBED. he tried to make children kill yuuji, he's so mean to gojo for NO REASON, he knows about mai's family situation but unlike gojo and yaga, he still prolly treats her like crap and does nothing to help, hE KILLED YAGA AND FOR WHAT??? where was he during shibuya??? i hate him. i hate him SO MUCH. he is number one on my stab list idc. what has he ever done for his students? when has he ever protected them? you can say he did during the exchange event but he Literally barely did anything.
naoya - can he just die already? he's getting stabbed. mutuals and i are gonna go all murder on the orient express on him. just. 🔪🔪🔪
mahito - obviously he needs to be stabbed for his crimes aka hURTING NANAMI AND NOBARA. if nobara dies i will Literally throw hands i will reach inside kenny's throat, grab mahito, and 🔪🔪🔪
actually all the higher ups - stab them. slap them. destroy them. imma burn their house down. i am destruction. i am decay. i am desire. the sun is high and the birds are singing that you're gonna die. everything bad that has happened in the world of jujutsu is entirely your fault and i hope you pay.
ogi zen'in - he literally murdered mai and then tried to kill maki. he abused them very much so and he's an ugly little rat imma stab him. again, i am destruction decay desire you're getting stabbed sir. many times. with a sword.
would HUG
shoko - look. geto? dead. nanami? dead. gojo? The Box™️. yaga (who i hc as her best friend tbh)? dead. kugisaki? unconscious in her infirmary. the children? in a killing games. utahime? who knows gege bring her back too please. haibara? dead for a while. SHE IS LITERALLY ALONE WITH NOBARA'S BODY LIKE. SOMEONE PLEASE HUG HER SHE IS DEALING WITH SO MUCH GRIEF AND NEEDS SOME LOVE PLEASE 😭
yuuta - after his whole culling games arc, i want to swaddle him in blankets and give him some hot chocolate and destroy anyone who tries to prevent him for sleeping. please... he needs a break... everyone leave him alone unless you're going to hug him 😭
yaga - idk i'm feeling compelled to put him down. when was the last time anybody hugged him? mans does so much and gets SO little credit like come on fandom stop sleeping on yaga like please don't thirst after him, but like. give him some credit he cares about his students SO MUCH and he protected shoko during shibuya and he prolly took gojo in tbh and he still cares about geto even after everything... he deserves a nice big hug, perhaps a free evening to go watch a movie, maybe drink some wine... maybe he and shoko could go do one of the wine and painting classes together...
momo - just. just thinking about how see prolly had to carry mai's body back to the kyoto school... just... thinking momo thoughts... (yes i have a fic about them started i have feelings i love the kyoto kids sm)... just thinking about how she probably feels like mai's death is her fault. she should've stopped her. she should've protected her. she should've she should've she should've... she and maki deserve a good cry together. i think the two of them need to sit down on the couch, all wrapped up in blankets, and just. cry. they should mourn together.
megumi - i can't hep it. look at him. mans need a hug. he needs to take a second and cry, maybe even get kissed on the forehead. like. how can you look at him and Not think "wow someone hug him". he just had an entire elephant on his back bestie... you need a massage and some icy hot, maybe some kt tape come on hun let's go take care of you
#corey rambles:)#choosing who i wanted to hug was SO HARD BECAUSE I WANT TO HUG THEM ALL#i tried straying from like the Obvious ones ya know to spice it up a little uiyfxdfcghuijuygfc#like i wanted to put yuuji and nobara on their so badly but. can't hUG NOBARA IF SHE'S DEAD HAHAHHAHAH I AM SO FINE PLEASE BRING HER BACK#also like maki and toge too... i'm sorry i would love to hug panda but i just. i don't think i can i'm sorry sir iuygtfcxghuijo#also todo. i was SO CLOSE to putting todo. dude just lost his hand. he sacrificed it for battle 😭#almost stabbed toji but writing the part about momo made me choose ogi over him lol#jjk spoilers
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Tag some mutuals you want to get to know better
I was tagged by the lovely @amywritesthings, so tysm!!
let us begin!!
Favourite time of the year: October & November time of the year. I love, love October's spooky Halloween vibe and I hate when it ends, but I also love and welcome November because it's easily the best weather of the year, perfect for hanging out outdoor and walks.
Comfort Food: my favourite question! I love a good cheesy pizza and it's best eaten with friends/fam or while watching a movie or show, and never ever outside these two sacred (for me) settings. My dad also makes this perfect seafood pasta, each time a lil different sometimes with shrimp, others calamari, maybe both, other times he goes for salmon — but the fucking sauce? heavenly, beyond description, the absolute epitome of comfort and hearty food; I want him to open up a restaurant just so he could serve this delicacy of a pasta because everyone deserves a taste of it.
Favourite desert: jam mille-feulle. the most exquisite of patisserie. typing it out makes me feel the most pretentious I've felt but i seriously love it and everyone deserves to eat it and now how perfect it is. I don't like the ones with the cream piped in the middle, but rather the ones where it's spread out, they're just a more enjoyable treat. I'm also deeply in love with chocolate chip cookies and a good, warm orange cake.
Things you collect: a possibly very boring answer but notes. Like academic notes (and research and shit) I just can't bring myself to part ways with them, especially the ones for my fav subjects. I also collect doodles and stuff. I rarely throw out my own doodles and i keep my friends doodles and silly notes in class — i just love how they symbolise this frozen moment in time of random self expression, and we always have little inside jokes associated with each note or drawing, so yeah. I also LOVE to collect funky or cool looking stuff, like brochures or cards or anything really that's designed really well; I'm studying to become a graphic designer so shit like that helps inspire me, you know?
Favourite drink: Lemonade. simply put the most enjoyable thing in the world is lemonade, in all it's various iterations. Also anything cold and caramel, caramel latte, caramel frappe, caramel shake anything caramel and cold I'm in need of it. I also once drank this EXQUISITE drink that idk what it's actually called but it said blue island on the menu: it was mix of citrus and orange and a blue syrup and idk what exactly it is but it's simply the best thing I've ever drank, I still daydream about it.
Favourite musical artist: questions like these should be illegal because i simply have NO idea how to answer them. The answer changes every hour, every 4 minutes when i listen to a new song. however, i do have some names I'd like to share: Ólafur Arnalds, a literal brilliant musical mastermind, i love him and all his little tunes; Nelly Furtado & Timbaland, I listen to them and immediately get possessed by the spirit of the mid 2000's clubbing scene™, listen to them and have a good, good time; I've recently been really into M83, the genius of all his music boggles me everytime i hear it. I'm also a deep deep lover of soundtracks so 60% of my Spotify is just different movie and show soundtracks.
Last song you listened to: Leaving for The Trial from the Defending Jacob soundtrack. I just finished the show yesterday and it's so good and this is my fav soundtrack from it. And if you don't think of soundtracks as REAL songs (which would make you absolutely wrong btw I'm sorry) them I'm happy to provide the answer Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation.
Last movie you watched: LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE!!!! i love more serious and sad Steve Carell characters, which is why i deeply love beautiful boy and now little miss sunshine. The movie made me cry, laugh, reconsider my life and have an absolutely rad time dancing along to Olive's raunchy little dance number (i love it sm u have no idea) EVERYONE should watch this movie it's brilliant and I'm ashamed to have not watched it much sooner than I did.
Last series you watched: Defending Jacob (as is mentioned a few paragraphs up) I love chris evans, and i love the dynamic he has with jaeden martell. The show is such an enjoyable watch i love the directing and the pace of it, i just wish they hadn't good with the ending they decided on going with.
Series you're currently watching: nothing rn. I just finished defending Jacob last night so I haven't had time to start something new, but I'm thinking maybe succession. I haven't watched any of it and it seems to be a fan fav recently so I might start it soon. I'm also thinking of starting Only Murders in The Building or Trust + I'm watching she-hulk at the moment, but unlike the other shows i mentioned I can't binge it yet cuz it's stil being aired weekly.
Current obsession: this is getting repetitive I'm sorry....but series and shows. I love watching them, and not just to get entertained, but i love to break down the plot, and study the characters, and admire the actors and their acting choices (and find similarties between their other characters) I love admiring the cinematography and directing and all the various camera techniques used, and god do i love the music, whether it be radio songs or original soundtracks i love how they use them i love it all and goddamit i want to be an actor or a director so bad!!
Dream place to visit: Italy. i fucking love Italy. also maybe the major US cities, like Chicago, New York, Boston, etc. maybe Sweden too.
A place you've been that you want to go back to: Twoo places actually!! one is UAE, i visited both Dubai and Abu Dhabi (I also used to live in Dubai when i was younger so it feels familiar in a sense). I love city lights at night and I LOVE the subway in dubai u get to pass by so many land marks and towers i love it, it's the best during sunset time (a lil busy tho because people are leaving work). Abu Dhabi is also amazing, i love the sea there sm!! we used to go walk (me and my fam) on the corniche every night and eat ice cream from a cold stone on the corniche, it was seriously the best time of my life. Also there's this sailing competition thing they do around the beginning of February that's so ethereal to watch, the coast just becomes full with pretty white sail ships.
The second place (although abu Dhabi and Dubai may count as 2 separate places but I'm putting them in one category because they're in the same country) is Alexanderia. I LOVE!! the corniche in Alexandria, it's a "long" city, it feels like one tall branch along the Mediterranean. It's so beautiful and i appreciate the roman/greek influence on the city, especially in its architecture. There's a food court/hang out place there called Tivoli it's right by the sea and has so many cafes and restaurants; there's something so purifying about drinking a cold, sweet lemonade right by the sea there. Also Fort Qaitbay is INSANE from the inside, if anyone ever visits they should go at a time where it's open to enter because holy fuck it feels like a different world. it's so high and the stairs are so steep, but the view when u reach the top is worth it (trust me) and it's so so much fun if you travel with a group of friends. The Royal Jewelry museum is also a must-see, the pinnacle of royal luxury. Ethereal to walk through, the architecture is insane. I can't believe I was in the bedroom of a literal princess judging her choice of silk sheets. The ceilings and chandeliers are a work of art (as are the floors, carpets, bathroom tiles, pretty much every inch).
The answer is very long but these places are so beautiful to visit and experience, and they're not often found on "top 20 places to visit" lists, so here u go.
Something you want: absolute peace of mind. I wanna reach a point where I'm content with what i have, and I also wanna have a comfortable living... situation (??) idk it's why I'm studying and trying to make something out of my self, I don't wanna worry about money and bills, and I wanna spoil my family — it's not realistic but it's something I want.
Currently working on: 28 different drafts, WIPs for different characters, including the moon boys, din djarin, matt murdock the outlaw of a lawyer, and carmen Berzatto because i recently watched the bear and I'm obsessed (and think everyone should watch the bear it's beyond captivating) anyway it's chaos and my motivation to sort through it is around 3%
Some more people to play: @preciouslandmermaid @astroboots
(p.s) not mutuals per se but they're people whose writing I admire and want to know more about them
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i am a teenage girl at 4am during finals week, fangirling over him, while he is doing the same over someone else.
i wonder if the two of us are just part of a long string of people. a daisy chain of crushing, if you will.
i adore the stars in his eyes as he obsesses. he's adorable when he's over the moon; it's like those animated sparks from the scott pilgrim netflix show, but in real life, and every time i look into his eyes he leaves me in awe.
it's a sharp contrast from what i almost always find in my eyes: fire. all-consuming, all-absorbing, all-encompassing flame.
well...except when i'm with him. it's as if he has a bucket of water ready at all times, in...idk, one of the ways, ever.
when i'm in his car, it feels like anything but a death box — from how the dashboard looks in his eyes, to the irremovable fragrance of pancakes and plushies, to his thousand-song playlist, it feels like a home away from home.
no. it feels *better* than a home. safer. it feels like his.
and i am obsessed with everything about him.
he's good with pets. especially with cats. to be honest i should take him to that one cat cafe in the east side — it's far from where i am and a hell of a bus and train ride back, but it's so worth it seeing his eyes flicker with warmth again.
i miss him.
i know i'm probably gonna see him again today, tomorrow and the next few days this week. i still miss the hell out of him, like always. i miss how warm it feels in his car and how we get stuck in traffic.
i miss how that $7.21 banana chai tastes; i miss his face when he tried it and told me to get it. banana chai will forever remind me of him, though maybe i'll try that apple pie chai while it's still in season.
i miss how his laugh sounds. i wish i were funnier so i would get to hear it a lot more, because i would do anything. anything anything.
i'm pissed at how scared i am when i'm around him. he makes me feel so soft that i can't even stare a cop down without worrying if they'll hurt him. i'm too scared of losing him now, even when he was never mine to lose to begin with.
he loves stupid girls; i wish i were a bit more stoopid for him. /lh (disjunct from the rest, i just remember this in passing lmao)
i wish i could hate white chocolate with as much of a passion as he does, but hey, i'll eat any white chocolate he throws my way.
he makes me want to actually get home safe: self-preservation is something i really need in my life, if i'm being honest, and he makes me want to survive another day even when things don't look great. or,,,more than just survive. (i would go into the musical theater tangent but honestly i don't want this to be too long of a rant lmao, i want to eventually cut this down into a poem. maybe one i can read at poetry night some time.)
he makes me feel alive.
i'm alive every second that i spend with him, and for the hours and days and weeks that i think of him afterwards. i need him like air, but i'm scared and i want to give him space that he needs. i don't know why i'm so scared of losing him when i'm like his least close friend right now.
for the first time in...forever, someone makes me feel like i can truly be safe. and i don't know if this is love or a crush or a favorite person or a hyperfixation or all of the above, but i need to be his.
i don't know if that's something i can ever be (see the ventpost about him making me want to be a "boy in the demi lovato way or ghibli movie way" but tldr he's gay as fuck) but i think i want to try.
am i coming off to strong? am i annoying him? i don't know and i'm scared to find out. he said he'd tell me if i got too annoying, but i'm very scared that by then i'd be too late.
and i can't lose the boy that makes me feel alive.
i don't know how to end this off. but by the time i condense this down into a poem, the ending will have probably written itself.
but...i don't care if i never get home, if he doesn't care. i just want to be with him, that's all.
why am i so awkward around him? i don't remember crushes ever feeling like this. (though to be fair 90% of the crushes i've had turned out to just be FPs and hyperfixations. this is so different.)
...
dear dream boy,
i need sleep before finals. please, dream boy, take back the butterflies that you put into my stomach — only for the night, or for however long, and give them back whenever you'd like.
i don't mind if i take my test with just you on my mind. i just find it hard to close my eyes when you're all i can see. you'll show up in my dreams and i'll do my best to stop dreaming before i fantasize.
i got you one part of your birthday gift. and i hope you like it, you said you didn't have too much of a preference but you did say you liked them really soft.
ah fuck. i hope you don't find this account and get (one of many parts of) your birthday gift spoiled too soon. or my crush on you spoiled too soon. i hope, though, that if you do actually look through this account, you'll find what i want to tell you but that i'm too scared to. every good night and good morning message i wish i could leave for you. every little thing about you that i admire. every time you make my world more colorful.
good luck on your finals, dream boy. i know you have them too.
good night/morning, and sweet dreams.
xoxo, minty
p.s. i think i'll need to change my online name too, since i changed my handle lmao
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