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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)
ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 7
day seven: sapphic senate (or: enjoy some headcanons because i had too many ideas and none of them concrete)
They have sleepovers every other Saturday. They’re always at Nancy or Vickie’s house, and never at Robin or Chrissy’s.
Chrissy stress bakes (it’s a common ED thing just trust me) and Vickie stress knits so sometimes Robin and Nancy come home to the most random things or get the strangest presents. They love them though
Chrissy and Nancy have a running joke with Eddie about them both dating him and Eddie being a massive playboy but it actually keeps them all from being outed and shit. Robin, vickie, and Steve tried to do the same thing with little luck (also vickie is like “Robin aren’t you mad Nancy is cheating on you” and Robin LAUGHS)
Genuinely may write this
Chrissy and Vickie were never told about ronance. They just kind of figured it out.
Robin and Nancy weren’t exactly slick about it either, but they just hoped Chrissy and Vickie would think they were best friends until they literally kissed on the mouth in front of them and they went “well fuck”
They all came out to each other consecutively. Someone made a comment about how hot an actress was during a movie night, and then instead of freaking out they all went “you too?” or something.
In a roommate au, they have a bitchy calico cat named something soft like Lilly or Cloud that HATES Steve. Like the cat has to be locked in Chrissy’s room because he won’t go in there. It’s also incredibly stupid and ends up stuck in the weirdest places.
Alternatively, it was originally Chrissy’s cat that she stole–I mean adopted (think like Winston and Ferguson from New Girl) but then they all started caring for it and now they all love and care for the cat. When Robin and Nancy move into their own place, they get like three cats of their own.
Chrissy, Vickie, and Nancy LOVE to go shopping or get their nails/hair/“girly stuff” together. Robin tagged along a few times, but it was definitely not her thing and she just got overwhelmed and tired about an hour in and had to have Steve pick her up
Vickie is an artist in her free time and she draws comics for the paper sometimes. She mostly just likes to hang out in the newspaper office with Nancy and Robin because it’s quiet and Nancy keeps good snacks in there.
Chrissy and Nancy kissed once at a cool kid party during a game of spin the bottle and they only admitted that it impacted them in a gay way after they came out
Future careers: Nancy - journalist (duh), Robin - interpreter (or a film professor specializing in foreign films), Vickie - music teacher, Chrissy - dietician specializing in ED recovery with adolescents
Chrissy and vickie actually kind of hate Steve. They both accept that he’s robin's best friend and Nancy’s close friend too (and Eddie’s boyfriend) but they both have an early s3 Robin idea of him being king Steve the douchebag in their heads
Robin and Vickie went on like two dates towards the end of the school year before they both realized they’re really similar and they’re better off friends. They just laugh about it now.
Top modern Spotify artists: Nancy - Taylor Swift (top album is reputation, folklore, or evermore) or MARINA. Chrissy - Taylor Swift (top album is Lover or Speak Now). Robin - Julien Baker or Phoebe Bridgers (tbh I think she would love boygenius in general). Vickie - Hozier.
They go CRAZY for Halloween. Like, the best group costumes you can imagine. They had really intricate Wizard of Oz costumes one year, then they were characters from Grease (would have been the Pink Ladies but Robin wanted to wear a T-Birds jacket), Veronica and the Heathers once Heathers is released,the list is endless. They plan and prep for months. Chrissy and Robin are the biggest Halloween fanatics.
Nancy is the true horror slasher fan of the group. Robin likes them enough, and Chrissy and Vickie despise them. They usually watch comedies and "chick flicks" as a group, and then Robin and Nancy will watch all the horror movies as dates
Chrissy and Vickie pine after each other for SO LONG before Nancy and Robin separately sit them down and go "just TALK TO HER" and it STILL takes months.
anyway, that's all the headcanons i have rattling around in my head about these girls. day 8 is coming up around the same time, and goddamn do i love it.
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#ronancetober#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things 4#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#nancy x robin#sapphic senate#chrissy cunningham#vickie stranger things#chrissy x vickie#sapphic senate stranger things#lil gay people in my laptop i love you#id die for them#melodicchaos fics
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bookish lil crush
college au! Abby Anderson x bookworm! reader
she is occupying my every thought I want her so bad but here!!! a lil series of thoughts I had about abby bc she is so cute I wanna hold her hand. occasionally nsfw/suggestive at times so MDNI pls go away u can’t be here I'll block u
also listened to do I make you nervous by dreamer isioma while writing this! I am also!!! so down to talk about these books and other books pls talk to me about books in my asks I love reading so so much and so does abby! or talk about college abby bc she is rotting my brain away
wc: 1.7k im sorry idk how
Thinking so much about Abby developing the most debilitating crush on the cute girl in her class who is always early and always reading
Like one day she decides to show up to class earlier than usual, bc she usually gets there like 5min before class starts and gets stuck with weird seats or super packed aisles that had the only seat open and it really sucks
So out of spite she just starts showing up unreasonably early (1hr before class) to make sure she gets a good seat and low and behold there is no class in that room before her english class (bc I firmly believe she would do an english minor and like maybe kinesiology? I have not put too too much thought to her major but i would love to hear opinions!), so she gets her pick of the entire room!
She nestles into the third row bc it’s the perfect spot! Not too far back to be easily distracted but not immediately in front of the professor. I think she’d pick an end seat, but the ones next to the wall and not the aisle bc she knows she’s a bigger girl and she doesn’t want to make people like crawl over her to get a seat and she’s always super aware of how much space she takes up anyways
There she is! In her lil seat! An hour before class just hanging out! She’s checking her laptop and her phone and getting her note-taking situation set up and god she is so regretting not bringing like a book or something bc this is a lot of free time and it would be perfect for reading and then!!
Like fifteen minutes later you show up and she doesn’t really notice until you sit in the same row as her, a few seats down
She looks over and she is f l o o r e d bc who is this cutie??? Have you always been in her class??? How did she not know??? She thinks ur so cute in ur lil outfit, how much shorter you look compared to her, even in the seat, ur headphones in and ur music barely audible and she’s just staring at this point and oh god oh no you notice and now she wants to crawl into a hole and decay
You, unbeknownst to her, are completely Awestruck by this absolute goddess of a woman who is suddenly sitting in your row and thank god she didn’t take Your seat that you have been sitting in since the class began and oh god ur not gonna change seats now so you have to sit next to her
So you act Natural and pull out your stuff as you usually would, including your current read!! Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo!! Very good very gay and oh my god you hope the mystery girl sees the girls on the cover and gets the hint and you hope that she also likes girls bc wowowowow!!! She’s even prettier the closer you are to her!! And she looks so strong!!! Her arms so big and now ur head is spinning bc she could probably pick you up and mandhandle you and do whatever she wanted and now ur completely off track bc she is just so pretty
And she is staring at you!! So you panic a little bit and send her a lil smile and wave and her heart damn near stops because One she got caught Two ur so fucking cute so she Composes herself and waves back and then
Just turns back to her laptop
Like a coward. Bc u are so cute and she wants to talk to u so bad so Obviously she can’t bc she can and will make a bigger fool of herself than she already did
n this makes you sad bc duh, she’s so cute u thought she was gonna say something but no :( so you just start reading ur book and u get so into it that u don’t notice that abby keeps looking over at u! And she thinks ur so cute! Bc ur so focused and there’s this lil crease between ur brows from how hard ur focusing on this book and oops now she’s trying to look at the cover without u noticing and oops now she’s typing it into her browser and would u look at that! It’s in stock at her favorite bookstore! so now she knows what she’s doing after class instead of homework!
so u two sit and u read and she watches and floats aimlessly on the internet and then class proceeds as usual and abby feels so much better in this seat! She can actually hear and see without being stuck with ppl who talk during class or are super distracting on their laptops bc ur the closest to her and ur a diligent little notetaker! truly the best idea she’s ever had good job abby :)
Immediately after class she hauls ass to the bookstore and picks up the book u were reading (and maybe two more ok she has little self control in here it’s fine her dad is a neurosurgeon) and she starts reading it that day and omg!! She loves it!!! She reads like half of it in one day and forgets to do her homework and oh shit okay she has to bust out two discussion posts before midnight and now she’s panicking but it’s fine she’s got this!
the next time she has that class, she brings the book with her to read beforehand and u show up! But with a different book :( she’s so sad she wanted to talk to u about this one but u probably already finished it! So, of course, she pulls out her phone and writes down the book ur reading now, In A Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes
she is both kinda shocked that it’s so different, some old crime novel but it sounds interesting so after class she runs back to the bookstore to get it and it’s there!! She didn’t even bother to check if it was in stock but it was! obvs the universe wants yall to have this connection so ofc she buys it and starts reading it the next week bc school caught up to her and it took a second to finish the first book :(
so she’s so excited when she shows up to class that week with the book, which she hasn’t started yet! And then u show up! And omg she might cry bc u have another book again :( ur just so fast she cannot keep up but she is gonna keep trying!
another two weeks pass with another two books and by now ur starting to notice that she always seems to be reading the last book u read and u don’t know if it’s intentional but if it is that is so sexy of her and u will hold her hand about it
so u decide to test it! u slow down on ur reading speed for the next book and u intentionally pick a less popular one (???) bc at that point what are the odds it isn’t intentional? So u show up with When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore for the next three classes and sure enough! By the second class she has it and she’s reading it and so are u and ur both so excited about it!!
Abby is like ninety percent sure she’s been found out but her suspicions are confirmed when u turn to talk to her, voice low even though ur like the only people in the classroom bc class doesn’t start for another forty minutes, and u ask her how she likes it, especially compared to the rest of the books and she just turns Bright Red
She’s so cute and blushy and tripping over her sentences when she tells u she really likes it even though she just started it and by god she thinks she’s gonna melt into a puddle of pure sapphic when u giggle and smile at her and tell her ur glad!! Bc it’s one of ur favorite books!!
n y’all start talking about the books you’ve been reading and ur both so into it that u completely give up on reading before class today! Not when this absolute sweetheart of a girl is reading the book u read!! For u!! Bc abby straight up tells u she wanted to talk to u but didn’t know how so she just started reading all the books u read bc that makes sense?? I mean it worked so yeah!! Makes sense!!
u scoot into the seat right next to her, abandoning ur old seat :( but for a much better one bc omg she smells so good u wanna bite her or kiss her or sit in her lap and snuggle into her :( and abby is freaking out bc u also smell good and ur so pretty she wants to hug u and kiss u and make u cre-
Anyways eventually class starts :( which sucks so bad but ur right next to her and she maybe finds it a lil bit harder to focus but it’s fine!! She gets through it and at the end of class, she builds up the courage (tbh she wasn’t really listening to the last ten minutes bc she was so Anxious) to ask u for ur number!!! Which u give her ofc, and right before u leave u nearly make her heart pop out of her chest
As u pull on ur bag, u turn to her and say that you’ll text her to set up ur lil bookclub :( maybe you can go get coffee to talk about it :) and by god that is close enough to a date for abby that she just nods dumbly and smiles and watches as you leave, a lil smile on ur face that makes her want to pull u back and kiss u silly!!
She knows then and there that she has to make u her gf or she’ll literally wither away (ofc she succeeds!! She’s abby!!!)
Anyways yeah thinking of her debilitating crush i luv her
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby tlou#abby x reader#Abby Anderson fluff#Abby Anderson suggestive#tlou fic#tlou fanfic#tlou abby x reader#abby anderson headcanons#tlou headcanons#mdni
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Please infodump about the college
I am favela 6 enjoyer and you know it but talk about all the ideas you have and I'll read every word and be totally normal about it
No screams for now Bec I'm currently on class and I don't have much battery left in my phone:(
Later maybe
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OKAY!!! SO!!! All the members on the Qsmp go to Quesadilla University who’s mascot is a silly yellow duck and a white bear affectionately (?) named Cucurucho
The Brazilian members are international students who come one semester to study there!! (Bagi comes a few semesters after the og five do because Forever and Cellbit kept talking to her about the school. Maybe her application was delayed to join) They all stay in the same dorm together because if they weren’t allowed too I think they’d set the University on fire (all six still have very…questionable pasts but they don’t talk about it lol)
Quackity introduced all the Brazilians to the English + Spanish players because they’re all in a program to help the new international students get use to being at the university/help them in any way they need.
Cellbit is a law student with a concentration in criminal law I think!! Same with Bagi I think she would be a law student (if you have more creative ideas tho feel free to let me know)
Felps is an art student, I think he’d do a lot of sculpting and has carved a massive fucking slab of marble into a perfect square by hand (hes fucking insane <33)
Tazercraft are both Science/Stem majors I think? Pac might have a focus on like chemical science though and Mike is more engineering????
Forever is a carpentry major (BUILDER!!) and minoring in Business (STONKSCRAFT!!) he’s super popular on campus btw… it’s because he’s so pretty and friendly with people like… look at him… you can’t not love him…
Cellbit runs the TTRPG/DND club on campus (their club room is right next to the Pride Center. this was not a mistake they specifically asked for that room) and the vice president is Slimecicle!! It’s a super fun and welcoming place, both of them love to scare the shit out of the new players with the role playing horrors <33 During Pride Month, Cellbit is exclusively referred too as the “Gay Master” and wears a mlm cape with a lil ace flag in it too :DD
Anyways, I mentioned they all dorm together!! Basically it has like one communal space and three smaller rooms/bedrooms (2 beds in each, last room has one bed). The communal space has a couch which can be turned into a bed and they all like to watch movies there together and destress :DD
One of the bedrooms was turned into a study room basically and Cellbit pretty much lives in there MABDHJFBAKAK he’s always studying or doing something on his laptop and the others check up on him sometimes. There have been multiple occasions where Forever was studying in there at like…4 am and Cellbit just walks in, climbs into Forever’s lap and just passes out. He’s like a cat he sleeps wherever he wants and we can’t do anything about it ://
Also if no one asks where Felps is he will just pass out in his studio inhaling clay fumes or whatever project he’s working on. He will simply vanish off the face of the planet (this is why the Brazilians all have a “family” group chat, yes Bagi got added to it even before she came to Quesadilla University)
#✉️ asks or whatever#🍽️ anon#⁉️ misc aus#NEW AU JUST DROPPED!! it’s been ages since I did one of these#qsmp au#anyways I think that’s all for now… I HAVE MORE THO!!#if you want it just drop me an ask :3c
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good things this week:
my BOY my GUY my MAN Joey Daccord had to step up and play two games for the Kraken this week and he did SO GOOD Y'ALL! it was unexpected on two levels, first that it would be him getting the callup instead of Driedger and second that he would actually get the start over Jones, and he made the absolute most of the opportunity—one of the postgame talking heads was a bit of an ass about the first one because he let in four, but Hakstol understood the circumstances (one extremely weird double bounce no goalie could have done anything about, two 6-on-5 situations our guys were not defending well) and sang his praises, and we won anyway. then the second one we lost in a shootout, but the only one he let in during regulation was a rebound off a killer initial save and then he went absolute beast mode in OT, just unbelievable. there's always gonna be a Mike Smith-shaped hole in my soul, but Daccord obviously idolized the guy when he was at Arizona State and plays so much like him that watching him really feels a little like coming home <3
really enjoyed this week's Ted Lasso ep, especially (spoiler warning) the part where Jamie sees Roy and Keeley leaving in two different directions and it's set up to make you think he's gonna go after Keeley to hit on her now that she's single again but instead HE GOES AFTER ROY to ineptly attempt empathy and hugs <333
listened to Debby Friday's debut album four times yesterday and three times so far today, I am so so so so into it
after some disappointing incidents with NHL pride nights, something cool happened with my local junior league team, the Thunderbirds—they didn't have an official pride night planned this season, so the fans just... made one happen themselves! the T-Birds have the only out gay player in the WHL, Luke Prokop, and EVERY SINGLE PLAYER used rainbow stick tape during warmups for this UNOFFICIAL pride night in support of their teammate, AND some of them kept the tape during the game. which, listen, I use Pride tape myself, but only on parts of the stick I don't have to handle the puck with, because real talk it is some crappy-ass tape, and any serious hockey player would know that just from touching it, so these guys were basically saying that supporting their teammate was more important to them than being good at hockey, and I just have a whole lot of feelings okay
Dallas has a goalie named Jake Oettinger whose nickname is Otter and he has lil cartoon otters painted on his goalie mask, which delighted both rocket bae and my mom (both big otter fans)
I started explaining what was going on during a Kraken game to Steph and she was like "I understood the goalie interference part" I'm so proud <3
I cut my hair and it feels very nice to not have all that shagginess on my neck
got two of the other Lammy-nominated anthologies from the library and they're both so impressive! (also both extremely different from each other and from Xenocultivars, doesn't really seem fair to compare us all tbh, but I guess that's just how it goes with awards)
rearranged my room to bring in a comfy chair and in the process found the fucking laptop I was 100% convinced must have gotten stuck in with rocket bae's stuff in storage because I had looked absolutely everywhere, including the place it actually was at least 3 times *eyeroll* but it has been found, hallelujah
made salted millionaire's shortbread and I'm gonna go bring some to a few local friends sometime this weekend, love sharing food with my people :)
#good things#life#hockey#joey daccord#mike smith#kraken#ted lasso#fandom#debby friday#t-birds#luke prokop#queer#jake oettinger#rocket bae#steph#speculatively queer#lambda literary awards#books#food
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happy holidays silly gay pple in my laptop, i thought yall deserved a lil christmas gift from jareth over here, so heres the best thing ive ever written-that-also-happens-to-be-anderperry-fanfiction
cobalt domes on stark white bulidings
Neil was in Santorini for a break. He just got himself an Oscar for his role as ‘King Oberon’ in the film adaptation of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. He was honestly pumped for the role, Oberon was in one of the first acting gigs he ever got for christ sakes! He wished he got to play Puck again; but he was deemed too old for the part even though he was only 25. (They casted a 15 year old as Puck, the kid was nice.) The role had most definitely stressed him to the brink of quitting. He loved acting, more than anything on this planet; But, he much preferred theater. Neil loved the, well, theater of it. Cinema just didn’t cut the high he felt on stage. Lights flashing in a way that made him feel on top of the world. He would much rather play The Faerie King Oberon on stage.
Santorini was a paradise for him. He first went when he was 18, it was for some movie he forgot the name of; he would never forget this island though. Cobalt domes on stark white buildings, red and black sand beaches lining the shores, magenta and blue sunsets dancing on the horizon, cerulean ocean entrapping the island in its comforting grasp, hugging the island in a watery blue embrace. Neil Perry was sure he’d never forget this place.
He rented a cave house, it was a lovely place to spend the summer. All white rooms with blue accents to match the cobalt domes. Neil was watching television by himself, when he had an idea. Neil cast his blue-ish mint colored button up to the side, and walked to his room, wondering if he should just buy a house like this, he had the cash, just needing to commit. The brunet would sell his soul to get away from everything and move to a place like this. He stripped off his taupe pants and put on his sea foam colored swim trunks. Walking across the hardwood floor to the deck pool, brushing a coffee colored bang out of his face and trying to fix his middle-parted hair back to how he liked it. His father always said he could never grow out his hair longer than his ears, he mainly just grew it out to defy him but ended up loving the style, thinking he looked quite ravishing with it.
Neil stepped into the infinity pool right on the deck of the cave house, swimming towards the edge of the pool. The Oscar winner watched the sunset, oranges waltzing with magentas and blues slow-danced in to replace them in order to cloud the sky in a black star filled blanket. Altocumulus clouds covering the summer sky in a haze. Neil simply rested his chin on the edge of the pool, arms resting under so his chin wasn’t lying on a hard surface. He really did love the island, Donkeys walking up and down the street, hooves clopping almost silent in the distance. That’s all he could think about, the only thing in his mind; Until he looked down. He saw a dirty blond boy writing poolside in baby blue swim trunks and an unbuttoned short sleeved sapphire button up. Neil couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.
‘Ok Perry, you’re not going to catcall this boy.’ Is what Neil told himself, if Charlie was here, he’d probably say something like: “Hey! This idiot wants to suck your cock!” at him, Charlie was anti-catcalling, but if it embarrassed Neil, he would surely do it. The blond boy must have felt Neil’s eyes on him, looking up from his writing and glaring at him with an equal mix of curiosity and worry. Ok Neil, now’s your chance.
“Hi? Why are you looking at m-me.” The other stuttered out in a sugar-sweet voice, looking up at Neil from his pool chair, a wash on his face like he was internally mapping out all the ways to book it. Neil perked up, sitting up so he looked more assertive, or something. “Just admiring the view. I knew this island was beautiful but I didn’t know it attracted people as gorgeous as itself.” The boy’s face flushed, then hid his embarrassment by looking at the deck.
“What brings you to Santorini?” Neil asked, putting his chin back on the ledge of the infinity pool, tilting his head in a curious way, feeling relaxed and comfortable by the other’s presence.
“Break from normal city life. New York City is like an exciting free trial of hell.” The boy admitted, looking up at Neil.
“Tell me about it. I’m here on the same reasoning.” Neil mentioned. he lived in Hollywood for about three months, but went crawling back to New York when he discovered how rubbish the Califorian city was for him.
“What are you writing?” Neil questioned, curious about this boy who held his fascination in his tender grasp, holding his heart tight, but gentle enough to not shatter it in his grip.
“Uh, poetry. I’m writing my next book.” The boy said, becoming more comfortable with Neil, adjusting in his chair to show his full attention was on the brunet.
“Me and my friends in school started a poetry cult in the woods of our boarding school.” Neil lightly laughed to himself. Todd was caught off guard and burst out laughing in a series of squawks. The dirty blond covered it up after he realized he just squawked in front of a stranger, he really only displayed his real laugh around his brother.
“Oh my god! How rude of me! I haven’t asked your name.” Neil realized. He needed a name to go to this face that had him entranced. Flurry of light freckles, blue eyes matching the color of the domes, perfectly toned. Not scrawny, but not jacked. This dirty blond boy looked like he was meant to be the patron god of this island.
“Todd Anderson.” Todd told him once he could stop laughing. Wait. Neil knew that name. How could he be so stupid! Todd was his favorite author. He knew the poet was spending the summer in Santorini, Neil got the news before even winning his Oscar!
“I love your work. I’m Neil Perry.” Neil stated, expression softing. He always wanted to meet Todd. Ask him about his creative drive and maybe even ask him out if he wasn’t the straight man the press had deemed him to be. Siting his poetry full of internal conflict as a boy wrapped up in a girl.
“Neil Perry? I love yours too. You really deserved that Oscar.” Ok, that made Neil blush Looking off to the plant on the deck to cover his vermillion flush. He knew he did a good job, but also thought the boy who played Puck deserved it much more than him. He saw himself in the boy, young and inexperienced, he just hoped the boy’s parents accepted their son and his career. “‘Green Carnations and Peacock Feathers’ is one of my favorite books.” The actor made him know. “Actually, do you wanna join me here?” Neil vaguely gestured to the pool he was in.
“I would love to.” Todd got up from the chair, the only thing really separating them was the wall of the infinity pool and stairs that Todd was now walking up. The dirty blond fumbled with the gate, asking Neil the code to enter. When he finally opened it, he took off the button up he was using as a cover-up and threw it on the ground. Neil's thoughts immediately thought of Todd discarding his shirt to the ground and taking him to bed to slot hips against hips from dusk to dawn.
Todd slipped into the turquoise pool with Neil. Todd sat next to in the pool, water lapping against both him and Neil’s bare chests. “Hi.” Todd stared at him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Todd’s voice quivered a little. His hair almost glowing sliver in the moonlight, blue eyes looking like silvery water droplets. Neil pulled Todd in by the waist.
“If I make you uncomfortable, just stop me.” Neil looked in his eyes, iris colors clashing like the aquamarine waters against the black sand beach not too far away.
“I don’t want you to stop.” Todd practically demanded, shocked by how forward he sounded.
“Oh how direct Mr Anderson.” Neil teased, easing Todd in closer. The actor felt his hand drift up to the poet's face as natural as the water lapping against the two. Fingers resting on Todd’s jawline, slipping his thumb in between pink lips and feeling slightly crooked teeth under the pad of his digit, then pressing down his pink tongue. “You know, I think you’re brilliant.” Neil whispered, forehead almost resting on Todd’s, releasing his finger from the other’s mouth, now cupping his face. Something about Todd just made Neil want to get his hands on him, hold him in his arms as they breathed the same sea salt tinted air.
“You do? You barely know me.” Todd stated, Neil pulled his hand from his face and held
Todd’s neck. He never thought he would ever get to meet Neil, he even wrote a very small draft for a play he was writing, the main part written for him. He felt like he was a schoolboy again, with a crush on a rather famous actor that he happened to be in the arms of at this moment, water lapping against their bare chests.
“I know you’re a talented young man I am whipped for.” Todd drifted towards Neil, lips pressing on lips, chests pressing on chests. Neil’s tongue slipping into Todd’s mouth, moving himself to straddle the other. The blond's back pressed against the sky-facing wall of the infinity pool. “You couldn’t have forgotten your wallet in your pocket, would you?” Neil asked on Todd’s lips,
“Why would I have my wallet?” the other mumbled back, too immobilized by the sweet but heavy pleasure and endorphins coursing through his body. Todd responded by leaning into Neil, trying to get as close as possible. The brunet pulled away, teeth catching Todd’s lower lip but letting it go. Neil just gazed into his eyes, getting lost.
“Neil? Are you ok?” Todd asked, barely audible, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Definitely, I just wanted to sight-see. Santorini is beautiful this time of year.” Neil leaned back down before the poet could respond, only this time to Todd’s neck. The actor began to suck at Todd’s neck, a slight salty taste from the saltwater pool; but Neil didn’t care, or really register it. Todd’s breath hitched as Neil migrated to his collarbones, leaving purple and red bruises on his skin.
“Neil…” Todd’s breathy voice trailed, frozen from the bliss. The actor's hips devilled into Todd’s, making him produce an almost ‘squeak’ sound, making Neil smile on his neck. Heat traveling from all the places Neil touched him gathering in his belt area.Neil pulled away. “I think-” “No, No. Come back.” Todd ushered him back, pecking on his lips. “Let me finish.” The author paused, gently placing his index finger on Todd’s lips in a shushing manner.
“I think we should get clean, then maybe we could go to bed,” Neil said, winking at the ‘bed’ part, looking down at Todd. Flushed, lips almost bruised by the kissing.
“Great idea” Todd agreed, a hot shower with Neil did sound pretty sweet. They got out of the pool, using Neil’s towel since Todd’s was by his previous chair. After they were at least more dry, they went to the bathroom. Neil turned on the shower, not even waiting for warm water, ushering himself and Todd in. After, getting into bed and making love all night long.
Todd woke up on his side, feeling arms around his waist and zero clothes on his body. “Yes.” Todd whispered to himself, feeling like he won. He thought he was dreaming honestly, brain piecing together random things from his memory and somehow making up some wet dream where he and Neil Perry, Oscar-winning heartthrob actor makeout in a pool and have coitus in the brunet’s house. Todd heard a sharp inhale next to him, and then Neil shuffled up to look at him.
“Todd? What was that?” Neil asked, looking down at him with a mix of bedhead and sex hair darting around his eyes.
“I thought I was dreaming about last night. I’m glad I wasn’t.” Neil turned him to lay on his back and flopped on top of him. “Me too.” The brunet smiled down at him, placing lips on lips once more. ‘Good Morning’ love making wasn’t something Todd expected to happen with him, honestly? Ever. Especially with Neil Perry. He was surprised he even had a male lover in our lord 1967!
“Neil, I’m not a one night stand. I want something.” Todd said in full seriousness after his ‘Good Morning’. Neil was already facing him, they didn’t know what to do with their hands so they decided just to hold the other’s. Neil’s face blushed vermillion with pupils dilated as wide as saucers.
“You’re assuming I didn’t want to commit, dumbnut.” Neil took his hands from his lover’s and placed his arms around Todd’s waist once more as to where they were earlier.
Neil and Todd were lovers and that is a fact. Coming home from their little vacations at the same time, Neil won (another) Tony for his role as ‘Robert Gastrell’ in the play Todd had written for him, kissing his then fiance when the camera panned to his face to capture his victorious reaction when his name was said. They bought one of the cave houses of the island and used it as their summer home. They would spend the rest of their lives together, on this island or New York City. Wherever it was, it was home.
#anderperry#anderperry fanfiction#dead poets society#dead poets#neil perry#todd anderson#author is a manwhore for santorini greece#neil x todd#todd x neil
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Welome anyone and everyone to cora0rr3m!!
Just call me Cora/Rem and pronouns are she/they/he (use she her minimally)
Interests/hobbies: Drawing, Animation (2D), Vocaloid songs, and many more
Im a minor, and i might not post frequently because of school or maybe a family vacay or smth-
[pisces, infp, i’d love it if you would check out my posts even though they are cringe 😁🥰👍]
Fandoms im in:
The Owl House
In a heartbeat
Carmen Sandiego
Cookie Run: Kingdom
Heluva Boss
Genshin Impact
And many others that i cannot remember ;_;
DNI IF.. (this is not optional)
Transphobic/Homophobic
Racist
Proshipper
Makes straight aus of in a heartbeat (or any gay ship in general)😦😕😟
You are here to “Troll”
super straight or any fake sexuality
You don’t respect other’s pronouns
You dont respect other’s beliefs/religion
You make CP
(This is a joke but) Sherwin slander of him looking like Ed Sheeran
Comfort Characters/Characters i simp for/My kins:
- Caramel arrow cookie (cookie run kingdom) [i simp for]
- Financier cookie (cookie run kingdom) [i simp for]
- Sherwin (In a Heartbeat) [comfort character]
-Carmen Sandiego (From Carmen Sandiego lol) [I EXTREMELY SIMP FOR.]
- Luz Noceda (The owl House) [I EXTREMELY SIMP FOR ASWELL.]
- Rosaria (Genshin Impact) [i simp for alot]
- Ayaka (Genshin Impact) [My kin]
More interests:
In a heartbeat fanfiction/any fan content possible bcs there is like 0 nowadays-
If you have any caramel arrow/financier cookie fanart pls show it to me i will definitely not hang it on my wall and kiss it goodnight
I play cookie game and anime no sis aether game
cats and bunnies.
Cute lil plushies
Any fanart or fan headcanons of any of the fandoms im in
if you have any more art advice for people with cartoony artstyles please tell me so i can improve my sad depressing art
Ambition when i get the chance ig:
To be an animator/cartoonist, im not actively practicing now, but i hope i have the money to buy a drawing tablet so that i can draw easier on my laptop
Travel the world
Make fan content... and maybe someday, original made up ocs and art of my own :]]
Reminders:
I might not post frequently due to lack of motivation or school.
If you dont like what you see in this blog, just scroll somewhere else, because im just doing what i can for fun
I have really badly made jokes, so dont expect a laugh
I hope you have a great time in this blog :]] ✨💜🤎🧡💙💚💓💗
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So I just finished watching Princess Tutu today aaaand here's some thoughts!
It's not something that's gonna stick with me the way Utena did and I don't think I'll come back to it, but I'm really glad I watched it all the way through. Definitely helped scratch the magical girl itch I had for a long time where I kinda couldn't really get into Sailor Moon and Madoka was trying too hard to be subversive and edgy to really satisfy me.
It's really refreshing that it has a happy ending without the main character, Duck (yeah I watched the dub what about it), getting everything she wants. Like at the beginning it kinda sets up like it's either gonna have a really tragic ending where she dies at the end just like Princess Tutu does in the in-universe story or a really happy ending where she gets the prince and gets to stay a girl. But they found a way to have Duck make sacrifices without it being needlessly grim, and it actually turns around to give us a very nice message about how you're worthy of love and important just the way you are, not just when you're performing a role that's pretty or useful.
Duck and Fakir are queerplatonic don't @ me.
When the commercial break marker in each episode changed to Drosselmeyer drinking tea inside the grandfather clock I started joking to myself that it's a metaphor for him being a closeted gay and that the reason he was obsessed with writing this tragedy about teenagers in a straight romance was because he was spiteful against heterosexual people and also teenagers. Because he's old.
Duck was a lil' gay. Like I'm willing to pass off her admiration of Rue as just admiration, but the way she reacted to meeting that flower-loving girl in that one episode... 😏
So like I respect the dub just calling Duck "Duck" instead of Ahiru because Ahiru just means duck in Japanese anyway, but then why didn't they call Princess Kraehe "Princess Crow"? I feel like that would've been more consistent but it didn't ruin my anime experience so whatev.
So yeah, good anime. Again, wasn't as invested in it as I was with Utena, but it was nice to watch after sitting through Utena's VERY triggering content and also after Land of the Lustrous left me unsatisfied. Looking through the tag for Princess Tutu, I found like two different ven diagrams that compare both Utena and Tutu to an anime called Revue Starlight? So I guess that's my next anime. ...If it's on a streaming service I have access to; the reason why I watched the dub of Tutu is because Amazon Video seemingly only had the dub and I'm not patient enough to boot up my laptop and push through a hundred titty ads on KissAnime anymore. I have an apartment of my own and I wanna watch all my anime on my TV. Watching anime on the computer is for teenagers that have to hide in their rooms to watch their anime.
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u wanna say anything for spn ending? Today's their last day of filming
Yeah sure! I love how you worded this ask, it makes me want to give a very serious answer. I’ve been rewatching random episodes the past few days and thinking about how much of my life was shaped by this random lil tv show, both positively and negatively, so here we go.
I started watching Supernatural during my junior year of college, when I was grappling with being gay and religious, and had a pseudo-girlfriend who was emotionally abusive. I remember I started watching the show because I had been on tumblr for a while and thought, well this is a popular show on tumblr and looks like something I’d enjoy, so I might as well try it. I remember barely paying attention to the first season and thinking it was kind of silly, and I distinctly remember making fun of it right up until the season 1 finale when that truck slammed into the Impala and I said oh.
I remember sitting in the dining hall between classes, hiding in a corner with my pink headphones and my laptop, watching one episode after the other, completely consumed by it. My personal life was a mess at the time and I was angry and sad and frustrated, but I could forget about everything for a little while when I watched spn. I remember falling in love with Dean Winchester, season 3, when Sam gave him the amulet.
Because I had already spent a lot of time on tumblr, I knew about Castiel. I couldn’t wait to get to season 4, the anticipation killed me. I didn’t really have a choice in shipping destiel, I literally shipped it before I even watched a single episode of the show lol. My first time watching seasons 4 and 5, I remember how mad I would feel every time the opening credits scrolled at the bottom of the screen and Misha Collins wasn’t listed. I cared about almost nothing but Dean and Cas interacting with each other. I was totally enamored by them, by their potential. At some point I got over that and watched the show because I liked the show, but boy did my heart and brain break for destiel.
I broke up with my abusive girlfriend. I started coming out to more people, including people involved in the Christian campus ministry I was heavily involved in, and it was very very hard. It was 2013. The first episode of Supernatural I watched live was the episode where Dean turns into a fucking dog.
I don’t remember when I started reading fanfic, and I had no idea how to read fanfic. A friend invited me to ao3, what is ao3? I didn’t know. I used my email address as my username. I read Twist and Shout and Pie Without Plot and other very popular fics that I knew about because everybody knew about them. I vividly remember the first fics I read because I was 21 years old and had never had an orgasm in my life and believed sex was sinful and so when the sex scenes in fics turned me on, I felt guilty about it.
I quickly got over that and started writing explicit destiel fanfic.
I still had no idea what I was doing. I know the very first fic I ever wrote was a mess, I’ve completely erased all traces of it, but other than that I began posting with abandon. Pretty much everything I’ve ever written for spn is still on tumblr and/or ao3. I was running a Hannibal blog at the time and started posting more Supernatural content than Hannibal content, so I created a sideblog, @deancasheadcanons, and things very quickly got out of hand after that.
I was depressed, I was confused, I was spending my last couple years of college trying to figure out my sexuality, trying to hold onto a religion that was rejecting who I was becoming, trying to find my identity while picking a career path and being sad and being pulled in a hundred different directions. Sometimes I was working three jobs at once, on top of 17-credit-hour semesters. I was getting a degree in a field I did not care about, and I spent every class reading and writing fanfic, scrolling through tumblr, making internet friends, letting my life be consumed by Supernatural. I projected myself completely onto Dean Winchester and partially onto Castiel and did not even realize it.
I started dressing like Dean, and my sister and brother-in-law noticed and assumed I was gay. They were extremely unsubtle in their attempts at getting me to come out by pointing out the flannel and army jackets, and I did not have it in me to admit to them that I was dressing like a fictional character, but I DID tell them I was bisexual.
I went to therapy every week during my senior year of college, and I was embarrassed about how often I talked about my “internet life,” as I called it. I remember having the arbitrary goal of getting 1,000 kudos on a fanfic, and I remember the day it happened for the first time and I remember going to therapy that week and saying that I didn’t feel any different, that I thought getting attention for my writing would make me feel better, somehow, but I still felt the same, and my therapist asked me if I would still be writing if I was the only one who got anything out of it and I said yes. But I was still obsessed with writing things that were meaningful, and despite the fact that I would receive 10 negative/mean anons per day, I never turned anon off because I desperately wanted people to tell me that my writing meant something to them, that it mattered to them. I was fighting with myself every day over my sexuality and my identity and my purpose, and I put all of that on the shoulders of Dean and Cas.
There was also chubby!dean. I had lived my entire life with this inexplicable thing, this shame that I knew I could not share, that I knew I would just have to suffer with for my whole life, and then I joined the spn fandom and found that there were others like me, others that had a fetish and had similar experiences as I did and were drawn to Dean Winchester because there’s no other character that could make eating and gaining weight be as enticing as he makes it (in fanfic). For the first time in my life I had a community of people that I could relate to about a thing that I never thought I would ever be able to talk about with anyone in my life. I don’t remember if I consciously chose to start posting publicly about it, but at some point I did, and I started writing kink fic, but I was still so uncomfortable with myself and so scared of the things I felt, and I tried so hard to temper myself and not offend anyone and not go “too far” and not be too weird and I was so sexually repressed and pent up and full of guilt and shame, and so now when I go back and reread some of the stuff I wrote it feels like reopening an old wound and letting myself bleed out.
I was constantly comparing myself to others and wondering why I wasn’t getting as much attention as so-and-so, and I always made excuses about how maybe my writing was too weird and I was too much and maybe I just wasn’t good enough and I hated myself and wanted to delete everything I ever wrote, but also I’m awesome and receive a lot of attention and get a lot of good feedback but maybe that means I’m just a narcissist! I acted like an asshole online and justified it by saying it wasn’t really me, that I could be someone totally different on tumblr than the person I was in “real life,” but in hindsight, now when I think back on my early 20s, I cannot separate what I was doing in “real life” from what I was doing in the spn fandom. I shared so much of myself with the spn fandom without even recognizing that that’s what I was doing.
And I made mistakes, god I made mistakes, and I tried to be so careful about everything I said but I was also presenting a certain version of myself to the spn fandom so that people would like me (for instance: running a destiel blog and trying my best to hide the fact that I also ship wincest) and still I got in trouble constantly, and I grew bitter and mean because you can only receive the “when are you posting the next chapter?” comment so many times before you want to bang your head into a wall. I became defensive and unkind, afraid to check my inbox because it was a nightmare, and yet unable to turn off anon because, like I said, I desperately needed that feedback, I needed people to tell me that they felt what I felt, that they understood what I was writing and why I was writing it.
I expected Supernatural to give me everything I needed. I fantasized about Dean Winchester being canonically bisexual because I thought it would confirm something in me, that it would somehow make my life a little bit easier. I didn’t want to watch other shows that could maybe help me, I wanted Supernatural to do things for me that it had never promised and would never deliver, and it’s because I was defined by it for so many years. Now that I’m back on tumblr, I’ve been going back through some of my old posts on deancasheadcanons and it’s like reading a stranger’s words. Even so, I find myself telling people “I was deancasheadcanons” instead of “I ran a sideblog called deancasheadcanons” because it really was such a huge part of my identity. What’s wild is that every time I’ve tried to explain it to someone in real life, they just look at me like I’m not making any sense.
It was easy to stop watching Supernatural. I didn’t have cable, and I had been driving to my dad and stepmom’s house each week and watching it on their tv after they had gone to bed. I was in a new relationship with a woman I nearly married, I was back in school for a new career, I was working full time and absolutely did not have time to continue writing fanfic as prolifically as I had done for so many years. I finally reached a breaking point in 2017 and haven’t watched any new episodes since then (I don’t remember the last episode I saw). But now, as I rewatch some old episodes, it is easy to feel the way I felt the first time I watched the show. It’s easy to see why this campy little heartfelt show was a lifeline during my formative adult years.
So it turns out I have never reckoned with any of this, have never written it down, hence the 2k jumble of words you see here. And it’s like, I know that a lot of this may seem silly, trivial, especially for a show that in itself is not very serious, but as it comes to an end I have to reflect on it as a person who put so much of my heart, my creativity, my pain and my floundering identity into it. I am somewhat embarrassed and wish I could respond to this ask with a joke instead, but we’re in a pandemic and I live alone and have had way too much time to think and reflect and become a lot more self-aware, and part of that reflection has definitely been about my time in the spn fandom. I remember thinking the show was never going to end, yet here we are at the end and I felt compelled to type all this out with a desire to, I don’t know, get some closure? Convince myself that I was a whole person, that I wasn’t just a faceless URL posting destiel fics into the void, that my real life was not at all disparate from the time I spent online? In any case, I’ll always think fondly of the time I devoted to Supernatural, and I’ll take the good and the bad and everything in between. Thanks for the nice ask, anon, apparently I needed to get some things off my chest.
#madd replies#long post#spn for ts#this is 2k words i am sorry lmao#wouldn't it be cool if i had any semblance of chill
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Katsuki Bakugo Headcanons
(SFW)
(Requested)
(Also btw I’m writing on my laptop so the layout is different ^-^)
(Also also, request didn’t specify if it was dating or platonic, so imma do both)
-Not edited-
Platonic:
-This boy is angry whether it be platonic or dating
-If you’re as deep into friendship with him as Kirishima is, you’re fucked.
-Constant asking for hugs
-All. The. Time.
-Angry pillow fights
-Angry tickle fights
-But, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to prove he was a good friend.
-Like, this boii thinks everything is a challenge, so he’s gonna treat your friendship like a challenge.
-He’s so in denial too
-”Hah?! You think I care about you?! It’s not my fault you were cold, now take my damn jacket!!!”
-”Why’re you crying?! Hah? I’ll fucking kill that idiot- but don’t get any funny ideas- this changes nothing between us!!”
-It does. You’re best buddies~
-He’s suuuuuuuuuuper protective over his bestie, the same as he is with the Bakusquad.
-You wanna study with stupid Deku cuz you need help with English?
-Too bad, cuz now you’re studying with him.
-You wanna go out and buy a new hoodie?
-Why waste money when you could just borrow his at any time?
-Is super supportive of you.
(If) you come out to him:
-If you came out to him, he’s your number one supporter
-It fills him with a satisfied sort of pride that you were brave enough to trust him with such information that could be used against you by selfish assholes.
-And if you want, he’ll help you come out to your parents
-And even the rest of your friends (Aka the Bakusquad who are all probably gay themselves-)
-He protects you from homophobes, biphobes, transphobes,racists- anything or anyone you want to be away from, he’s dragging your ass outta there.
(If) He came out to you:
-He thought he was being obvious abou it.
-”Man, I really just wish their were less women in the world, ya know?”
-Que the female readers raising an eyebrow at him.
-You knew he was comfortable around you, regardless of gender, with the private cuddling sessions and leaning against each other and the occasional hugs in front of friends.
-And then, one night, you were playing video games, just finishing up the round or game or whatever the hell you were doing
-When he just suddenly turned to you and went
-”Would you still be my friend if I wanted to fuck guys as well as girls?”
-*blink blink* “Huh?”
-Angry, flustered pomeranian.
-”Did I fucking stutter, would you care or not??!”
-”No, of course not, I’d love you all the same”
“Tch...thank you.”
-:)
-Not so angry Pomeranian.
-If you both came out, he probably came out first, whilst you were a little hesitant.
-You’d both back each other up against homophoes and biphobes and all the nasty crusty dusty bitches of this world that think being gay is wrong.
-Hahaha, you’re the ones who’re wrong.
-Love is love, man. Just as long as it’s not illegal, love is love.
(If) you’re feeling self-conscious:
-He loves you as you are, if you’re self conscious, you bet you’re ass he’s angrily complimenting you all day
-Even if he can’t physically say it because the teachers mid-lecture, he’ll slide you a note, or make people pass it on to your seat
-Will randomly throw you shit to make you feel better.
-Like, he doesn’t know how to do emotions and word things right, so you better be ready to either catch or dodge something from outta thin air.
-It could be anything.
-And I mean anything.
-One time you said you didn’t like the way you looked, so he threw a hand mirror at you, a sticky note attached to it.
-It read; “Take long hard look, loser, cuz you look fucking gorgeous. If I catch you talking shit about yourself i’ll throw more than just a mirror at you.”
-Aww, he does care really~
-One time you called yourself fat and he literally stopped you mid work-out session to rant about how fucking perfect you were, how gorgeous you were and how much you needed to shut your trap because he wished he looked as good as you and stuff...
-As he should, because you DO look perfect, gorgeous ^^
-One time, you started crying because your crush rejected you, for whatever reason, and you just broke down crying and claiming that you were worthless.
-So he let you have some alone time on the couch.
-For like four minutes until you felt something hit your leg.
-A box of tissues
-Then, a few minutes later, something was draped over your shoulder.
-One of Bakugo’s Jumpers/sweaters
-About four milliseconds later, some ice cream in a bowl and two spoon was placed in your lap, and then Bakugo sitting next to you, draping a blanket over the two of yours laps.
-He stayed silent as the two of you ate, trying to make you smile by pretending he got brain freeze from the ice cream.
-It worked, and your weak little giggle with it made him smile back.
-And he made you realize, that, you don’t need that fuckwad. Cuz you had him, and he had you. Two besties against the world, you could take any bitch on, if they dared.
Romantic/relationship:
-Good Lord, I pray on your soul if you end up with this man.
-Not judging, I’m just worried you can’t handle the constant cuddling and closeness.
-Like, he HAS to have you either in his hold, or at arms length, so he can just reach out and smother you in angry love
-Angry love is translated to real love, just in the dictionary of whatever the fuck is going on through Bakugo’s head.
-He just loves you so much- hold still so he can angrily give you affection, damnit!
-He literally loves you so much, it hurts!
-Like, he might just start an emotional rant just at the mention of your name
-Pro!Tec!Tive!
-This boy will not even let another guy stare at you.
-And if you like girls too?
-No problem, just extra competition.
-If he hears any of the boys in the locker room utter your name...
-ESPECIALLY if it’s the grape pervert
-Katsuki’s about to throw some hands.
-Ever wondered why you could occasionally hear a familiar explosion coming from the boys locker room?
-Because he’s prolly killing M*neta right at that moment, that’s why.
-This boy isn’t too clingy, though. Especially in public.
-It’s not that he doesn’t want to hold hands and snuggle up together in the common room.
-He just doesn’t want to seem like a sap.
-Only you get to see sappy Katsuki :P
-He obviously loves flaunting you off when you’re in public- to strangers who don’t know him personally
-He’s got a flashy Quirk, he’s a Hero in training, he goes to a famous school AND he has pretty little you on his arm?
-He’s on cloud 9, ngl.
-But, that doesn’t stop loving you outside of your quiet private spaces.
-He loves sneaking you little kisses as you pass in the corridor.
-Sometimes he might even give a lil love tap to yo booty as you walk past, cuz DAMN he just can’t resist~
-When you’re not around, he’s gushing about you to his friends, not caring if he sounds like a fucking romantic love sap, he has everything to say about you.
-He gets jealous easily.
-It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he does, of course he does.
-He just doesn’t trust Kaminari’s lingering hands.
-Or Midoriya’s constant mumbling about how amazing your Quirk is.
-Or how M*neta’s looking at your ass- okay, time to go beat the shit outta him-
-You somehow don’t notice it at first, wondering why he was so salty after you and Mina held hands after jokingly skipping down the hall to your next lesson.
-He explains, and the teasing from you seems to never end.
-”Kacchan’s jealous~~”
-”No, I’m NOT!!”
-”Yes you are~”
-”Say that again and I’ll...I’ll...”
-”You’ll what? Get jealous over yourself?”
-”aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
-He’s not mad at you, he probably blames it on someone else.
-Like how annoying Kirishima’s hair is today.
-Or how weird Sero’s arms look today.
-Or how-
-Yeah, you get the point.
-All in all, he’s just glad he has someone he can open up to and be comfortable around, who wont judge and insult him every five minutes.
-And that someone, is you!
-You’re his rock, his light, his everything. And he loves you.
-He loves everything about you, gorgeous.
-From every scar, every stretch mark, he doesn’t care what colour, shape or gender you are- you are valid, and he loves EVERYTHING about you.
#Bakugo Katsuki#Bakugo#Katsuki#Katsuki Bakugo#Katsuki Bakugo x reader#Bakugo x reader#Katsuku Bakugo Headcanons#Bakugo headcanons
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TikTok
(On the clock...)
Pairing: G/n! Reader x Peter Parker
Words: 912
Warnings: mild Swearing, mentions of homophobia and suicide of a historical figure (Alan Turing)
A/n: Heyo! I'm not dead! Suprise! Sorry about that. I'm pretty sure Starks bug will stay on hiatus for a bit longer if I ever continue it I do not know lol. But as an apology have this lil teeny tiny one shot of Peter and reader being Gen Z little guys. Or gal. Or pal. This is gender neutral. Also I did not know that I was capable of writing one shots lol. Everything always turns into long ass stories for me.
I wrote his entirely while riding the train to/from work so probably not my best work lol.
TikTok challenge
You were nervous and didn't know if this was gonna work. Recently you've become addicted to TikTok compilations. Mostly just the funny ones but you stumbled upon one that captured your interest.
The "I tried kissing my best friend" trend.
These were mostly a girl kissing her boy best friend. But there were also some gay ones.
Now, you have been trying to find the best way to confess to Peter for a while now. And since he is, arguably, one of your very best friends. And watches TikToks just as much as you do, what better way was there than a TikTok challenge?
He would never admit it but he did learn some dances with you. So it wasn't far fetched that you guys would at least try to film one together.
So what better time than when you're hanging out in his room together for this shitty little History project you partnered up for.
You were supposed to present about a historical figure from the last hundred years.
You guys had chosen Alan Turing but there was just SO much about the guy that you didn't know what to leave out of the presentation. It was only supposed to be a maximum of 15 minutes long but there was about 2 to 3 hours worth of material on him. You were making two separate lists now on what each of you found important to compare.
You threw your head back and groaned. Your list currently looked like this:
Gay
Genius
Most likely had autism
Computer inventer???
Enigma machine de-coder
Genius like really smart lots of inventions
Chemically castrated cause he was gay
English? Does that matter?
Died by suicide by cyanide on an apple
Meanwhile Peter was typing away. He probably understood what all these inventions did. He loved the guy. Saying he was before his time. And basically just as smart as Howard Stark.
Peter chuckled at your exasperation.
Which made you smile despite your frustration. It was super hard to stay annoyed when he laughed.
"Do you want to take a break?" He asked sympathetic as always.
"Fuck yeah!"
You both sprung up and went to the kitchen to cash in some well deserved snacks. Leaving the laptops and papers in Peter's room, strewn about wherever.
You'd probably regret not cleaning up later. But now was snack time.
You searched the pantries, knowing your favourite snacks were in one of them. You had been friends long enough for May to stock up on your favourites as well. Just as she did with Ned's.
Speaking of her.
"May still at work?" You asked and sat on the kitchen counter after finding what you were looking for.
"Yeah, she won't be back until late today."
Perfect opportunity to play out your plan.
"Oh!" You paused before you continued. "How about we film a TikTok then?"
"About what?" Peter smiled at the thought.
You shrugged. "Maybe we learn this one dance with the elbows out and then the." You demonstrated poorly though better than Peter would do it.
Jutting your elbows out one after the other and then shaking your shoulders a little and clapping your hands together. You had no clue what this dance was called. Only that many people in TikTok compilations were doing it. You could probably just look at ones tags but honestly that was too much work for you. Well, you were just lazy.
Peter recognized the dance and tried to stiffly copy you. You smiled.
"Oh I need to film this." It was true, while Peter had really fluid motions usually, especially when he was Spiderman. As soon as he was supposed to have fluid motion he was as stiff as a board. Particularly when he was dancing. You always loved to film him learning a dance.
You propped up your phone on the counter and tried to use it as a mirror. Pressing record, the music began.
"Just do it. The more you do it the better you get." Probably, but you didn't say that.
The first three rounds were legit. You, while not the best, were miles better than Peter. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself. The phone used as a mirror.
You looked at each other with big smiles and your heart skipped a beat. There was maybe a second of tension while the music continued playing.
And you moved in. Butterflies fluttering you closed your eyes. Lips connected in a short, and very sweet kiss.
Peter was taken aback but moved towards you as you moved away. Reconnecting your lips in a longer. More moving kiss.
Your stomachs made flips and you couldn't help it, you smiled into Peters lips.
There you stood now, in Peter's kitchen arms wrapped around each other. Your noses were so close they were touching as you looked into each others eyes. Peter's cheeks were a faint pink while your entire face felt like you've just opened an oven to check on a cake.
"You don't know, how often I thought about doing this before." You whispered not really wanting to break the silence.
Peter's smile grew bigger as he pulled you closer.
"Why didn't you!? I've liked you for so long!"
"Really?"
"Of course!"
You laughed. And Peter joined in. You could get used to this feeling.
The TikTok could be found on the platform within the next few hours. You had to choose the perfect clips of your friendship to include before the kiss.
You loved the video.
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alright fuck it
here's a lil story i'm writing. i have no idea where it's heading but i want to share it.
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Stranger
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“Do you have a minute?” asks the stranger that has taken a seat next to me. I just wanted to read a book in the park and NOT talk to people. It’s the reason I’m out here, to not talk to people. Well, that, and the fact that my therapist keeps yelling at me to go outside.
“Y-yes?” I said back to him, shutting my book. There it goes, that darn stutter.
“I’ve had a heck of a day. I got laid off from the only thing keeping me from living in my parents' basement, my phone shattered after this stupid kid knocked into me on his bike, I lost this really important family heirloom after my house was robbed by my step-mom, and, I have no friends to vent to, which why I’m talking to you, a stranger. No offense.”
I smiled. “None t-taken. That sounds li-like a pretty crappy d-day to m-me.”
He looked confused. “You…”
“I-i-i-it’s my s-stutter.”
“Oh. I’m Cody by the way.” He said, delivering a warm smile along with a hand to shake.
I shook his hand. “I’m Wil-Wilson. N-nice to me-meet you.”
Here is usually where the people who thought I could be a potential friend go away, but Cody was different. He stayed, asking me what book I was reading, talked about how the economy was failing, new shows on Netflix. Ya know, the usual.
Eventually, he decided that I was good friend material, and we exchanged numbers.
I walked home after Cody left, considering my social interaction bar had been used up for the day talking to him. Cody, the only person who judged me by how I acted instead of my stutter. He was nice, his appearance wasn’t anything out of the usual indicating he wasn’t a serial killer, which was always a perk. He also didn’t show any signs of isolation which is why I was surprised when he told me he didn't have any friends, but everybody copes in their own way, I guess. His tone of voice suggested that he goes to therapy, he sounded very on edge, possibly paranoia, but he did say he had a bad day.
I shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. My CSI training tended to kick in from time to time. I had gotten “let go” from my CSI position at NJPD because of head trauma, also known as, “We don’t want a kid with a broken dream and a stutter solving murders.”
I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside. Just as I had expected, nothing had happened. My living room was a mess, decorative throw pillows all pilled and smushed. The coffee table had empty coffee mugs littered around its surface leaving white rings on the table. I guess I should clean them up.
After cleaning up the coffee mugs and the white heat rings, I grabbed a cup of water, sat down in front of the TV, and flipped to the news.
As usual, the news delivered nothing but depressing news about how the president’s attempt to do something-or-other was succeeding. Or failing. I never paid attention to the news.
I turned the TV off and decided to go do something productive with my time and then did nothing because who has time for productivity and stared at the ceiling.
Eventually, my body started telling me I needed to sleep and listening to it, I changed into my sleepwear and went to bed.
I woke up to birds chirping and the sun shining through my bedroom window, which would lead you to think I would have a wonderful day, meet someone new, maybe go shopping for supplies to make a delicious meal, but no. My plan for the day was to update my laptop, watch some TV, then maybe mow the lawn.
While I was staring at the black screen of my updating laptop, my phone vibrated signaling a text message had come through. Getting text messages was not a usual occurrence for me. I only ever got messages from my data plan telling me I ran out of data. I looked down at my phone and to my surprise, it was Cody asking if I wanted to hang out today. After proofreading my response and then proofreading it again, I sent it to him.
Waiting for his response, I sat on my bed chewing my nails.
What if he isn’t really your friend, he’s just pretending to be?
What if it’s all a joke and he hates you?
No, stop that.
Why would anybody want to be friends with you?
You can’t even speak right.
Stop.
Nobody even likes you.
That’s it.
I got up and got changed, avoiding looking in any mirrors. My outfit wasn’t anything extraordinary, a pair of jeans with an old band t-shirt and leather jacket matched with Converse. Without waiting for a meeting place from Cody, I headed out the door, slinging my beige satchel over my shoulder. In my satchel was my phone, my wallet, a pocket knife and a lighter.
I arrived at the park searching for Cody: vitiligo, blonde hair, freckles, blue eyes, glasses, a pretty good sense of style. Judging by what he wore yesterday which was a pair of work pants, a long-sleeved light pink dress shirt, and a navy blue tie, he would wear something casual like jeans and a sweatshirt. What he wore yesterday was obviously his work clothes but as he said, he had gotten laid off from his job so he wouldn’t be wearing work clothes.
I had actually done research on jobs for him based on the personality gathered from him. I know, I know. I’m weird because somehow I know his entire personality after just meeting him for the first time. Yeah well, I don’t care. The job turnouts were nice, things along the lines of psychiatrists, therapists. Ya know, socially demanding jobs. Something I could never do.
Eventually, I found Cody at a coffee shop talking to the lady at the counter about how she should go see a therapist to cope with the loss of her husband. What a gentleman.
He turned around to find a seat in the crowded coffee shop and noticed me standing in the middle of the shop, staring at him like a loser.
“Wilson, you found me!” He said, walking up to me as if he had known me longer than a quick chat on a bench.
“I did,” I said, nervous that other people would see. “Now le-let’s go,” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the door.
“Don’t you want anything?” He said, struggling not to spill his coffee.
“No, I’ll p-pick up a Mo-Monster on the w-way to the ma-mall,” I said.
Realizing I was basically holding Cody’s hand, I let go and turned to face him.
“S-sorry,” I said, turning a slight shade of pink.
Cody situated himself. “About what?”
“Nevermi-mind,” I shook my head as if doing that would remove the awkwardness from the situation.
Cody kind of smiled. “Okay. So, we’re we headed?”
“I was th-thinking the mall, m-maybe hit up H-Hot Topic,” I said as I started to walk down the trail.
The trail at the park was an absolute must if you’re a tourist. In the fall, the trail became covered in amber-gold leaves. Animals of all sorts rustled the leaves, burrowing to make their homes. Grumpy park keepers raking leaves into piles only to have children jump in them and ruin them. God, I love it.
“Sure. Doesn’t the mall have a food court? We could stop there and get something to eat.”
I turned to look at him. “Th-that would be g-great.”
We walked in silence to the mall. I could never quite figure out Cody’s shopping preference. He looked like he shopped at Kohls or Sears. Some relatively nice places. Maybe Boscovs. I, on the other hand, shop at places like Hot Topic and Journeys.
We arrived at the mall and made a direct line to a Hot Topic. I could tell Cody had never entered a Hot Topic in his life, considering the fact he scrunched up when he saw the cashier.
I walked up beside him and nudged him. “This your fi-first time?”
He took a sip of his coffee. “In a Hot Topic, yes.”
I turned back to the t-shirts. “I can te-tell.”
We browsed the store, Cody striking some conversation with other shop goers. How is he so social? He even got the kids in Hot Topic to talk to him.
“Wilson, c’mere!” Cody yelled from the other side of the store. The entire store, which consisted of like, 3 people, turned to look at me.
I chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, h-h-hi.” I gave a tiny socially awkward wave which was responded with an understanding nod from some kid in a Panic! At the Disco shirt.
I scurried over to the other side of the store. “Wha-what do you wa-want!” I hissed at him.
Cody gestured over to the shirt he had in his right hand. “Don’t you like this band? I saw them on your lockscreen.”
He was holding a Twenty One Pilots shirt that had the words: “I belive in Josh Dun” etched around the alien-like symbol that represented Josh Dun. The shirt wasn’t really my style, but Cody looked so proud of himself for finding a shirt that I could possibly like, that I couldn’t turn it down. I grabbed the sirt from his hands and slung it over my shoulder. I looked for other t-shirts, failed, and ended up in the pin section. A sign underneath the bucket read, “Buy 2 get 1 free”. I was always a sucker for deals.
“Watcha doing?” A voice was accompanied by a brush on my shoulder. I suspected that it was Cody’s arm, because his hand brushed against mine. As if that same hand had taken a paintbrush, my face was painted a light red. Well, more of a light pink. For some reason, Cody’s touch made my chest feel all weird, my stomach flutter, and my face heat up. Of course I knew what this feeling was, I’m not stupid.
“Uh, I’m l-looking for pi-pins. They’re b-buy two get one fr-free.” I said.
Cody was immediately intrigued. He rummaged through the pins, discarding ones he didn’t like. I already held two pins in my hand, a Fall Out Boy one and a subtle LGBTQ+ Pride pin.
Now, Cody wasn’t the type of person I would have thought to have also picked out an LGBTQ+ Pride pin as well, but here we are, Cody with an extremely flamboyant Pride pin in the palm of his hand.
My face tuned a medium shade of red. Holy crap, Cody’s gay. I mean, it didn’t bother me, obviously, but you never would have guessed it.
Somehow, I completed the transaction between the cashier and I, and me and Cody made a beeline for the Five Guys. Five Guys was a restaurant I had come to many times when I was a kid. I ordered what I usually got, a Veggie Sandwich. Cody ordered a Cheeseburger with Small Fries. An order I can respect. We searched for a place to sit before choosing a seat underneath the trees they put in the mall. It never occured to me why they put trees in the mall until now.
Seeing Cody smile at me from underneath the trees, a stray ray of sunlight shone through his glasses and making its way to his blue eyes, his smile making me feel warm inside. God, what I would do to take a picture of him right now.
“H-hey, can I t-take a p-p-picture of y-you, Cody?” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
“Sure. Where do you want me to look?” He said. I was honestly surprised by his reaction. He didn’t think I was weird or refuse.
I adjusted my phone camera to the light settings. “J-just look directly a-at the c-cam-camera and smi-smile.”
He did as I said, smiling directly at the camera. The shot was super cliche, but he looked great.
I took the picture, ignoring weird looks from other customers, and sent it to Cody. The picture came out nice.
“Put a black and white filter on it.” Cody’s voice sounded from my shoulder. His chin rested right where my shoulder met my neck.
I put the black and white filter on it. The ray of sunlight that passed diagnally on his face was turned to a light gray.
“But it l-look-looks better with col-colour.” I said, changing it back.
Cody stared at it for a few moments, his face looked rather studious, as if he wanted to remember every aspect of the photo.
“Yeah, your right. Keep it coloured.”
I smiled. “I’m al-always ri-right.”
Something about how quickly our friendship had formed made an impact on me. We met on a bench yesterday and now I’m sending him a picture I took of him in a mall plainly because I wanted to. Something wasn’t right; friendships don’t move this quickly. People weren’t just nice. As depressing as it sounds, it’s true. People aren’t nice with no reason. We’d love them to be, but they just aren’t.
Cody threw away the remains of his lunch and sat back down in front of me.
“So, want do you want to do now?” He said.
I shrugged. “I do-don’t know. May-maybe we c-could go to-”
Cody gasped. “What about a play! There’s a theatre down the street, and the admission’s free!”
I smiled. I friggin’ love plays. Especially musicals. Something about how people can change their person to a completely different personality always made me happy.
“I lo-love the sound of th-that.” I said, standing up and throwing the remains of my veggie sandwich in the garbage can.
We left the mall in a hurry, rushing to hail a cab to the nearest theatre. We both sat in the back of the cab as the driver drove us to our location.
“So, do y-you know wha-what play it i-i-is?” I asked.
Cody shook his head no. “Honestly, I don’t really care what play it is. I just love the acting behind it.” He said.
“Me t-too. I just lo-love how the pe-pe-people on st-stage can tra-transform into wha-whatever chara-character they ne-need to-” I was cut off by the cab driver.
“Ay kid, could ya knock it off with that stutter? It’s really annoyin’ and it’s gettin’ on my nerves.” He said. He had a heavy jersey accent, a contrast to our current location of New York.
“Yes s-sir.” I said, folding my hands in my lap and drawing my eyes to my feet.
Cody kept looking between me and the cab driver. “What? No.” He said, knocking on the glass that divided the passengers and the driver.
“Sir, can you pull over?” He said. His tone sounded like a mother who was about to scold her child.
The cab driver groaned and pulled over.
“What?” He said, twisting his body so he could see through the little window.
“My friend can’t help his stutter, okay? And for you to ask him to ‘knock it off’ was extremely impolite.” Cody said.
‘Friend’. I held back my smile.
The cab driver snorted. “I don’t care if he can help it or not, it’s annoying and it distracts me from driving.”
Cody laughed in disbelief. “Oh, I see. Well, in that case, can you stop talking in that obnoxious jersey accent of yours? It distracts me from enjoying the view. And, maybe stop smelling like rotten fries because it makes it hard to focus. And I would heavily enjoy it if you threw out that black ice smelly tree, because all it does is combine with the scent of feces back here and makes it smell worse.” He smiled sweetly. “Thanks so much, mmm-bye.”
He opened the cab door and walked over to the sidewalk to open mine. I got out, throwing a dirty look at the cab driver. We left without paying.
“Hey, th-thanks for standing u-u-up for me b-back there. It rea-really meant a lo-lot.” I said.
Cody smiled. “No problem! It just pisses me off when people are mean to others.”
We walked to the theatre. Cody was right, the admission was free and it was one of my favourite plays. Romeo and Juliet.
Cody and I walked up to the admission box, standing rather close to each other.
“One ticket for me and one for my friend.” He said.
There it was. That word Friend. Now that I think of if, I haven’t really had a friend before. Yeah, I know. You’re probably thinking ‘Wilson, I bet you had at least one friend.’ Nope. None of the kids in elementary school talked to me enough for me to develop a friendship with them, and middle school was, well, middle school, and after my accident in high school, no one spoke to me straight up. I’m honestly surprised I have the social skills I have.
We walked down the aisle and found our seats. We were seated in the 3rd row of the middle section. So right near the front.
“Have you ever seen Romeo and Juliet?” Cody asked.
I raised my eyebrows. “Have I ev-ever seen R-Romeo and Juli-Juliet?”
Cody smiled. “I take it you have. Well good, because I’ve never seen it.”
“Really?” I said. How?????
Cody shook his head. “Nope. Never seen it.”
I sighed. “Do you at le-least know th-the p-plot?”
“More or less. I know theres a thing with a balcony?”
“Yes.”
“And they,” He looked side to side, checking for people. “Both die?”
I smiled and nodded. “Y-Yes! So you kno-know the basic-ics. G-Good.”
We turned our attention to the stage as the lights dimmed.
yea that's it so far. ask me if you wanna be tagged!
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Dying Love
*this is a fictional story, matching any of its characters with any real person would be just a coincidence, and the place name and date have been just used to make it look real.
I think I should pen the dying love of two and a half years.
Let me first tell you something about the protagonists of this story, I, Mayank, 18 at that time, my hometown is Burhanpur and I study in Bhopal, and my hero, Virat- he was 20 at that time, he is properly from Bhopal.
It started on 27th November 2018, we met on Grindr, we both were new on that app, I was still exploring what is gay, what is bisexual, what is straight, I had never seen any porn, so I was totally unaware of sexual stuff, even today I'm untouched of all those things, I just knew was that, I feel attracted to boys and I never feel the same for girls. I got one friend who was member of QueerMitra, he helped me in knowing my feelings, I was graphic designer and content writer for them for few posts, I was trying to find my seniors and batch mates on that app, and one day- it was 27th November, (Exactly one month before I started using Grindr), a guy sent me "hi", I didn't know how to chat with people, after all I have got my first smart phone and I was not used to it. I sent "Hi" too. I said I'm in MANIT, 1st year CSE student. He said he is commerce student. he was 20. everything was going very nice. I had no knowledge of sex... I was just looking for someone with whom I can talk on my personal topics. so pics never mattered for me, so I didn't ask. but he sent his pic, I was shocked to see, I said send your real pics, he send another one, He was looking so hot, I was unable to believe, for few days I was offline, I came to Burhanpur, It was winter vacations for 1 month. One day I opened Grindr, and He never asked for my pic, he asked for my number and I gave him, I have started sharing everything with him, I had ordered my laptop, and again I was offline for few days, my laptop arrived on 5th December, and I was very happy, on 6th December, he texted me "hi" on whats-app, he sent me his pic, but I never believed on him, we talked after everything, I was very happy because of laptop and I was facing problem while starting it, I was updating him with every single thing, those days are literally so memorable to me, I was a lil kid.
Then on 7th December we made a call, I heard his voice, it was so mesmerizing, I asked him, do you sing, he said how did you know, actually I had become fan of his voice. I used to laugh so much, I was so happy, there were no words, just my blushing and happiness and laughter that he can listen to. I was so happy while talking with him, But always I had to go to terrace, and as like always, it used to be night time, so darkness and he never saw me, even I didn't believe on his pic, I never had dp too, so everything was like blind date, I was not using Grindr then, one day we made vc, but it was terrace and too dark, he hadn't got to see me, but I had seen him, he was so handsome and exactly the same as I saw in his pics. But I was fan of his voice more than his looks, and to be honest in our whole journey, I never praised him for his look, just I praised him for his voice, he used to love singing and cooking, so I started having interest in cooking, I used to ask him for recipes.
In no time he had become my very good friend, my secret box, and the surprising thing was he didn't had seen me, on 30th December I clicked one selfie and edited it, and keep it as my dp, he saw me first time in that edited pic. and even today I have the same dp on whats-app, I think it is the sign that my heart is still waiting for him.
Then I came to Bhopal, but we didn't met in real, we just used to talk day and night. everyday my first message used to be "gm" and last message -"gn and tc"
Whole day whenever I got time we used to chat, soon he got a job in Dainik Bhasker, he got busy, so we chose to chat instead of calling, and as our timing didn't match, he used to reply when he got time.
I was so happy. and finally after 8 months, we met first time in real on 19th July 2019. it was just 10 min meeting, but I remember every second of it. we shake hands, his that soft hands, and his voice was so nice in real, he was dressed up in formal dress, white shirt, black pant, we were of same height, he was looking fit and so cute, but I didn't say a word, I was a kid, I was so much blushing, I didn't say anything but after that, I text him my all feelings, I was so shy to speak out anything. but he was praising me, and the most memorable moment was that hug, he tried to hug me while we were leaving, that soft touch, not a tight hug, just the way friends hug each other, but there was a softness and love in it.
We had become more than a friend to me, we started using love emojis, everything was slow but everything was memorable, we were too happy.
I had learnt graphic designing, I used to be very busy with the work of all different societies, but the messaging was all same, I remember, the whole day, whenever I used to have free time, I used to message him.
He started being busy, his timing of job changed, it was from afternoon to late night 11-12. He used to get tired, so replying every single message become tough for him, but he used to read my all messages, He used to care a lot.
Even every Sunday he used to go job, he didn't had a fixed day for holiday, it could be any day in a week, so it become tough for our meeting.
We started having little bit of fighting much often, always it was me who used to get mad at him and he used to be so busy that he didn't even understand that I'm mad at him. Actually I was in love so deep that I couldn't able to get mad for long time and finally I myself had to approach him. I could understand but really not having time for me. He used to say, I'm busy you can search someone for you, I won't be mad. That single sentence was too enough to feel his care.
But still I'm a human, I used to get mad at him because he was not having time for me.
For me, he was the only person whom I could say everything, whole day I used to tell him whats going on in my life, but now he didn't had time for reading those too too long messages, he used to say, I'm too tired and I can't type, So I let him go. he used to watch you-tube video before sleeping. Facebook has option to choose what to do after your death, who can access your account, I chose Virat as that person who can access my account after me, there was a option to write down something with that permission and so I wrote one big letter to him saying, I wanted to see him while dying, I wanted to say thank you to so many people, I wrote down everyone's name- my family, my friends, i wrote everything, it was literally a very long letter, It was too kiddish too.
I was in love, I used to create and graphics for impressing him, but he never praised anything, I was not a graphic designer, I'm a coder but I did that for him and he never commented anything on it. But still I tried to do whatever I could do,
There one time came when I started using Grindr again, and one guy started hitting on me, I used to tell Virat everything, so he could be jealous, but was such a rude, he was always okaywith everything.
I start having weak feelings for him
But when it come to choose between those two, I chose Virat, and same thing happened many times and I always preferred him over everyone, because It was not totally his fault, and fighting, getting mad, getting sad, crying all these are just part of love.
He was always special for me but in between a period came when I became more closer to my bestie- Parv, he was my crush but we were strangers in starting, but with time we had come so closer that he become my best friend and then my roommate we used to study together, he was so protective and caring for me, I start feeling for him, I used to tell everything to Virat and while chatting I never felt that he is jealous but later one day when we were on call he used the word "Tumhara Parv", I could feel that little jealousy, I was so happy. but still I was feeling something for Parv. I was so confused because I was feeling something special about two persons parallely.
And soon a day came when lots of things happened, my friends knew about me that I'm gay, they even knew that Parv is my crush, they started teasing me and Parv, everything was so nice, but one day my roommates other than Parv changed the hostel for the sake of study, I was crying like a baby, and in that sadness I speak out everything to Parv even about having crush on him and he said don't tell other friends that he knew it, and in just 2 days my other friends came back, (when todsy I think about it, it looks so dramatic,) now my all friends knew everything, it was so fun, I was so happy, everywhere were just happiness,
But Virat was less involved in it, my friends never liked Virat, they did so many mischievous things for our breakup, but every-time we understood each other, once my friend Hardik hacked my mobile he used to read everything, all my lovey dovey conversations with Virat, then we decided to talk little bit for some time and in those days my friends tried to bring Parv and me closer, Parv become my so special friend but still he was straight, we used to go on long drives and every dream that I have imaged with Virat, was coming to true but with Parv, and in those days Virat started becoming more like my friend than my love and one day I dared my friend Hardik to do whatever he could, and he sent the message to my brother the one which I wrote for my brother to tell him everything about me. I was so afraid what will happen now, but after an emotional conversation with my brother on call, everything got fine, he accepted me, it was a great party time, I was very happy, my friends were more happier than me, but Virat was worried about me, he was worried that problems may come with this, but my friends and my Daa were with me so I had no worries.
One day I confessed my feelings (that Parv already knew) to Parv, he start behaving uncomfortable, I was so sorry for that, but he was afraid of me because I crossed my limits in the text. That day Virat made me a call and said don't worry, he is straight, he was too loving that day, he was treating me very nicely, I was so worried about me, his those lovely words let me move on over everything, and he finally made me smile.
Due to pandemic, we were said to go home, and the day came when I was leaving for home, -17 march 2020, our second meet- and I asked him to come to meet me, he was so angry because I have wasted so much of time that day, he had to go somewhere else, but for me he came, because I was going home, and I asked Parv to empty the room but Parv didn't, he didn't leave the room, It was feeling like, he did it on purpose (I hope it was not jealousy), But Virat himself didn't wanted to come to my room because he didn't want to face my friends those who didn't like him.
so we met in jungle- the MANIT jungle, we had private time there, it was on my demand, because I wanna try something, but to be honest, it was me who denied for something special ( I think you can understand what I mean), because I was afraid of pain (I think you got it, whst I'm saying) but still I had my first kiss, the most memorable moment, I can't forget those moments. then I left for home.
we used to chat, but things were going bad, I used to get angry, I used to block him again and again, It was so kiddish, I used to unblock and send him message and again block him, so he was not able to reply.
Everything was still nice, becsuse everything was our love, I were not serious about our fight, it was just fun. But suddenly one worst day of my life came- 26th April 2020 - It was the birthday of my di, for me my Di is the most special person, I prepared lots of things for Di, pani poori, cake and lot... I was texting him and updating him about everything whats going on here, but I realized no message is going.
I tried fb, insta, calling, everything but I have blocked from everywhere.
I had tried all different numbers that I had in my home, I used all whats-app but he blocked everything.
No reason- just I was blocked from his life, I cried a lot, for many days I tried many things, then one day he didn't blocked that number and said, he is not interested-- I asked for reason but he said, I'm not interested- might something that happened but he said nothing. I said I will always wait for him, I promised him few things, and I keep texting him, he never seen them, But I knew he might be reading in notification, I never loose hope, But one day that whats-app was blocked, I tried other and it was also blocked, I started using insta, I keep on changing account but he never accepted my message request but I was thing he might be still reading, but I was not sure he might have deleted my message request so I keep on changing insta account, everyday or in few days I used to have a new account, even today I have different accounts to text him, I never loose hope.
It's already 8 months, day night I tried to contact him, I tried to listen the reason, what happened that, that he had to block me from everywhere while before the day, we were totally normal. Then the day came I thought to move on and I started hitting on someone, and as Virat is my bestie too, I used to share everything with him through texts which he never seen, and I’m sure he might be reading everything, he was aware that I'm hitting on other guy,(I was wishing him to come back, I was widhing him to feel jeslous, but nothing happened), and again my bad luck, that guy I'm hitting on, said I'm like a brother to him, And so I thought it is what Bhagwan wants and My new year was spent with him- with Virat- ( that I thought I'll be spending with the guy I'm hitting on but happened something else, I was with the guy I was hitting on on 31st but my mind and heart were with Virat), I texted Virat a happy new at midnight 12, I knew he will definitely see this.
But he never replied.
And what a dramatic situation it was, one the same day, in new year party I had met a guy, I had crush on a him in first sight, but he was straight, I was texting everything to Virat, I was thinking, he might feel jealous, I never thought I will approach that guy, but lil bit flirting and things were going in favor, I used to say everything to Virat, but on 21st April 2021- I got a reply and he said “you are just wasting your time over me”, I replied his all messages with hard words but got softened and I said, “I love you”, but till the end of conversation, my all hope and my love had come to its weak point. I was broken. But I didn't let myself break, I diverted my mind and that new guy started taking Virat's position, I know it's not easy, But it's on me, I could control my mind to let it think anything.
But later on, I realized he is straight so whatever I’m thinking is impossible, and it’s again a heart break, but it was hurting not because of the later one but it was because of the former - Virat.
I never forgot him, My feelings for him got weaken but they are still in existence.
My heart still says "Virat, plz rok lo mujhe".
Today it's two and half years of our journey that basically started from whats-app, that pic of his that took my heart away. I think it is not dead, it might be dying, it might be too much injured, it could be in comma for some time, but it's not dead.
Because I believe, there is a part of story that is unheard, the story from Virat’s side. After all what happened that day, why did he suddenly blocked me from everywhere?
It might be just me, who is thinking there is a something that I don’t know, and may be it’s only me who thinks he loves me, and it is possible that he really got bored of me, so he took this way, but if he loved me, I don’t want to loose him, for that lil possibility, I’ll be keep waiting, I won’t loose the hope.
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Shit My Friends And I Say On The Group Chat:
k so because our group chat is full of comedy geniuses i’ve compiled this list of zero context sayings that you lot need to see
enjoy this monstrosity :
@unhealthily-obsessed-and-ranting
- “oh fuck was that confidence? unsubscribe”
- “I can’t get over the fact that there’s a whole sky movies channel dedicated to Tom fucking hanks”
- “I still want to know what happened to Gen Y”
- “ughhhhh my tongue hurts”
- “WE HAVE ESTABLISHED MULTIPLE TIMES THAT HE IS A BAD IDEA”
- “my brother reckons our cat used to be Tupac in a previous life”
- “I just ate the sexiest salad alive like it tasted so good”
- “i know how i want to dress but how i want to dress is not socially acceptable”
- “God intended for you to sleep on the floor??”
- “there’s clapping outside and it sounds like bad sex”
- “can you imagine a goth bbq?”
- “hello there” [unfortunately was not met with General Kenobi]
- “everybody hates each other and it is beautiful”
- “JOE KENDA IS AN INTERNATIONAL TREASURE”
- “yah he’s just murdering villagers”
- “I’m the biggest bitch in Britain”
- “just existing and waffle”
- “I nearly choked to death on a Yorkshire pudding during dinner just cos my stepdad made me laugh so much by saying we should have called the cats “spaff” and “smeg” (“smegma” for full)”
- “Spaff Allen?”
- “Imagine that cat running away and you having to go round the neighbourhood yelling “SPAFF! COMMERE SPAFF””
- “the only incriminating things i have are on my laptop and phone or in a secure P.O. box in Loughborough”
- “why would i voluntarily do work that other people will do for me?”
- “that’s the shirt of the gays”
- “I MADE A SCHEDULE AND I FUCKING STUCK TO IT”
- “Why are we saying random words?”
- [about cookies] “there's worst addictions to have”
- “lmao there’s gonna be a horrible histories episode about 2020”
- “I would make a great prime minister”
- “jesus fucky ducky doo i’m tired”
- “there’s cats you can get from the rspca called “Catrick Swayze” and “Catilie Portman””
-“those sound like answers on jeopardy”
- “also I’ve found the greatest sentence ever written: “vaginal eggs are no more real to me than penis toast or anal pancakes””
- “last time i drank gin i woke up in a park hanging off the monkey bars”
- “if i tell you guys “i’m gonna smack some scrambled eggs” i get three wildly different replies from each of you in varied degrees of excitement i love it”
- “I just woke up confused”
- “I’m either the skeletons thrilled by their recent impulse purchase or Virgin Mary regretting all her choices”
- “SMARTIES ARE JUST PLASTIC SHIT WITH SUBPAR CHOCOLATE THAT DOESNT EVEN TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE” [and i’m fucking right]
- “tell him to fuck off like the nasty little gremlin fucker he is”
- “my brother just described mange tout (tiny lil pea things) as “a pathetic excuse for a green bean””
-“and he’s absolutely right”
- “you can smack it and it’ll wobble”
- “a dilf if i ever saw one”
- “so i wacked myself witch a big stick
and not the good kind”
- “Couples come dine with me always consists of the same three types of couple: the gays, the couple where one is old enough to be the others parent, and the forty-somethings trying to inject some life and happiness into a loveless dying marriage”
- “The guy spent half his life in prison and the other half doped up on opium.”
- “sounds like my kinda man”
- “Dr Christian jessen has eyebrows more expressive than my entire being”
- “who would willingly read animal farm again lmao”
- “i had a nightmare about fucking Mario” [ensue very confused replies]
there are so many more
#long post#shitpost#textpost#funny#humour#shit my friends say#group chat#text#txt#comedy gold#comedy#shit we put on the gc#jim shitposts
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alrighty, let’s recap this bitch!
LAUNCHPAD! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE COME BACK!
I looked up when National S’mores Day is (because I’m a nerd) and it is August 10. So either the photo later was mislabeled or, more likely, Launchpad got the wrong info
Huey with the little baby scouts is TOO CUTE!!
I wonder if Violet’s there. Probably not because she would have been hanging out with Huey if she was. Or this episode was meant to come before Challenge
It’s a baby beagle boy! I wonder if he’s there of his own will or if it is part of some plan
He scared away most of the kids! Now they won’t get to enjoy s’more-y goodness
His s’more sounds DOPE AF, though it probably would give you INSTANT DIABETES
“Aw, not even a modern robot.” MY SWEET SON!
I know it was the bully saying it, but Huey should chill a bit when it comes to doing things EXACTLY and PERFECTLY. It’s just gonna cause stress
BOYD IS BABY AND I LOVE HIM
“Would you like to be friends?” “Sure. Wow, that was easy.” If only it was always that easy
I don’t know if Huey has the JWG as memorized as he thinks, going by Challenge and Quack Pack
“We’re just kids.” “Definitely!” *uses laser eyes to light fire*
This episode does a good job showing what a trigger word/phrase is like, though I’m not sure if that was the intention
I like that a squirrel with a burnt tail scurries out of one of the trees. It’s the attention to detail that helps elevate this show
Instead of jumping out of the way or hiding Huey jumps straight onto Boyd to try and help him. Huey already sees Boyd as someone worth protecting
The kid that just runs across the screen while his hat is on fire is great
Not sure why they took the time to change before going to Gyro but whatever
BOYD IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM
“I’m more than an intern, I’m a scientist.” I feel like this might be hinting at Fenton’s arc for the season, possibly wanting to be seen more as a scientist than a superhero
I’m gonna pretend that using sunglasses on someone who is shooting lasers out of their eyes is a Cyclops reference. And they look pretty dope too
At least Fenton knows when he is in over his head...this time
Gyro trying to climb up on the table to avoid Boyd was kind of funny. And then him protecting himself with Lil Bulb
“Which one?” Manny is DONE with this shit
“Boyd? What idiot called it that?” Even when he’s not there, Gyro can still burn Mark lol
I figured 2-BO was a reference to something but wasn’t sure what. Apparently it’s a bit of a play on the name of Astro Boy’s in-universe creator’s son. Neat
Huey stays in between Gyro and Boyd to protect Boyd
Fenton’s face cracks me up. There are NO THOUGHTS in this man’s head lol
“You were an intern like me?” “Nothing like you.” Damn Gyro, why so salty?
I don’t know why Fenton is so surprised that Gyro was an intern. I feel like that’s a pretty standard thing
LOVE IS STORED IN THE BOYD
It make me sad when Gyro mentions how many times Boyd’s core programing was altered. Poor baby doesn’t really get a say in what happens to him
“ROAD TRIP!” Huey, you do these kinds of things ALL THE TIME. I feel like he should be used to this by now
“YOU’RE not going. GIZMODUCK is.” Does Gyro see Fenton and Gizmoduck as separate entities or is this just a no, but yes type of joke?
Huey standing up for Boyd is so sweet. They barely know each other but Huey trusts him
When the episode doesn’t have the theme song you KNOW shit’s ‘bout to go down
I wonder who’s flying the plane. My guess is Launchpad because Della would have been cooing over Huey making a new friend and go into embarrassing mom mode. He probably went of on his own adventure or did tourist things like buying collectables. Or maybe Gyro flew them there. Who knows
As many people have said, the art direction and animation for this episode are BEAUTIFUL. I love the pink tint the lighting has in most of the episode
SAILOR MOON CONFIRMED CANON
I bet Mark Beaks is a Sailor Moon fan
I like that the in-universe Sailor Moon is a bunny because Usagi is Japanese for rabbit
I love that going incognito nowadays means you wear a hat, a hoodie, and sunglasses. Boyd looks good in red (though red is my favorite color so I might be biased)
Gyro-takes one step and the fuzz shows up. NOICE
I like detective lady. She has a cool design
Huey and Fenton are awful at acting casual
“Crimes?” Oh my sweet Hubert. I’m pretty sure most if not all of Scrooge’s employees have had run ins w/ The Law
Gyro is like, move I’m gay
“I’m here on a very important...field trip.” ALL THE KIDS NEED A GYRO FIELD TRIP LIKE HOW THE GAANG GOT ZUKO FIELD TRIPS
Lil Bulb said FUCK THE POLICE
I wonder what it actually says
Fenton just watches as the inspector chases Lil Bulb
Seriously though, Fenton does a bunch of silly stuff in the background and this episode warrants a rewatch SOLELY for him
How did Lil Bulb know where to find them? And how did he shake off the inspector? I want to see his little adventure
FOR SCIENCE!
“Blah!” *arm armor attaches* I want this joke to come back
Fenton and Huey INSTANTLY nerd out. I love them
Fenton being a Gyro fanboy is ADORABLE
“AH, DUST IN MY EYE! The dust of GENIUS!” What a dweeb lol
I like that Fenton keeps the arm on for the whole scene
Poor Boyd, he looks so scared
Huey going into protective big brother mode
Doofus continues to be equal parts hilarious and disturbing
Where are their parents? Like, someone should be looking after these kids! ESPECIALLY DOOFUS!
“Do you need a hug?” I SURE FUCKING DO
Mark is such a prick lol
“NO WAY, A ROBOT BOY! DREAMS DO COME TRUE!” YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT DREAM YOU COCKWAFFLE
SOMEONE HUG THIS CHILD! BECAUSE I CANNOT!
“Seems like the little guy’s had it tough.” MY POOR BABY
Lil Bulb gets SO PISSED he blew a fuse
You really shouldn’t have left them alone, Gyro
Why does Fenton automatically jump to superhero for Boyd? I mean the theme of the episode is letting Boyd choose who he wants to be so of course Fenton would have his own idea of what Boyd should be, but why go straight to superhero? Do you want superbros, Fenton?
Huey already realises this might be a bad idea, because he’s more concerned about Boyd as a person rather than Boyd as a machine
“IN RETROSPECT WE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE USED THE FIRST HOLE” Fenton, you dumbass genius
Dr. Akita’s setup made me laugh. I DIED when he “enhanced” the image
I recognized the character on the chips though I don’t know their name. I’m more of a western animation fan, so many of the references probably flew pass me
BOOP
I also have a key on my laptop that flies off (it’s the u key)
I LOVE BABY GYRO! It’s so cool they went with his og look (minus the red hair) to show him younger
I LOVE THE OUTLAW COUPLE! SO COOL! SO HOT!
Huey is so DONE with Fenton
I love the stupid G pose he does. PLEASE HAVE HIM DO IT AGAIN. PREFERABLY WHEN DW IS NEARBY
Such a polite boy
“My bones are metal!” This line and Boyd’s catchphrase of “Hi, I’m Boyd/2-BO, a definitely real boy!” reminded me of Olaf. The end of the episode gives Boyd even MORE Olaf parallels
Gizmoduck sliding by those boxes was cool
How did Gizmoduck get himself unstuck from that alley?
I loved the double take the female outlaw does
Huey is TRAUMATIZED
I legit thought Boyd was gonna light the oil on fire the first time I watched and I was like that won’t help
“So, what do we do now?” “I...don’t know.” This is why you don’t leave babies alone to fight criminals
Boyd reminded me of Calculester from Monster Prom when he asked the lady to return the money
STOP LEAVING THE CHILDREN ALONE! THEY ARE BABIES! THEY AREN’T EVEN TEENS!
“Why do we always fight when we’re on vacation?” Because this is Ducktales and there is no such thing as a normal vacation
Lil Bulb just kicking his lil feet
The ���lab” safety poster made me chuckle. Then I remembered Akita is also a dog and I laughed more
LITTLE BABY GYRO GRADUATING! My guess is his professor/dean/principal influenced him on a personal level and is partially the reason Boyd is a parrot
Lil Helper blueprints. Nice reference to the og series
Has anyone talked about the poster with the cogs and the dogman in old-timey clothes that says GIZMOS on it? I think it’s a Dr. Who reference
IDEALISTIC GYRO AND BOYD IS TOO CUTE!
How did he NOT notice the second hole in the wall?
That is a surplus of handcuffs. Do you think she uses them for...fun times?
“I’m just a guy! With very bruisable skin!”
Poor misunderstood Gyro inventions
Boyd just politely waves at everyone
Huey is WAY calmer than I would be if I got lost in an unfamiliar city
Boyd says FUCK WORK
I love Huey stimming. Really hope Disney will let them confirm in words that Huey is autistic
Is it more common for two kids to wonder around by themselves in Tokyo? Because as an American I find it super stressful and would want to find their parents so they could be safer
THE BUNNY! AND THEN THE KITTIES!
Do cats just take buses on their own in Tokyo?
CHERRY BLOSSOM TIME BITCHES
“And I know what you’re thinking, what about ninjas?” I am ALWAYS wondering about ninjas
I like that Huey finally has a friend who shares the same interests and doesn’t mind info dumps
“Boyd, I don’t think you’re a killer robot. You’re just a kid.” “Aw, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” T_T
I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD
I like Boyd’s motief
Akita is us after the quarantine
When he complained about being stiff I was like mood
I like his Green Goblin disc thingy
The other people don’t give a shit about Boyd just FLYING DOWN WITH HIS ROCKET FEET!
Gyro shows up *dramatic wind*
His tablet has a duckie on it. I wounder if they have a Mac/PC thing going on with Waddle and what brand the duckie represents
When the adults argue and Boyd gets all sad and scared I FELT THAT
Huey doing his best to keep Boyd calm and defend him SO PURE
OH GOD HELP THIS POOR CHILD!
HUEY IS A GOOD BOY AND A GOOD FRIEND
“Because of you I’ve become an outcast.” I feel like you did that to yourself
ANIME HAIR POOF
ngl, that shit was TERRIFYING
“You don’t have to do what Akita tells you. Do what I tell you.” So close
“INTERN! FIGHT BETTER!”
Huey must weigh NOTHING if Gyro can pick him up
Akita’s tail looks like a cinnamon roll
Huey always finding that hidden info
The gibberish Gyro says is great
BOYD SAYS IT BECAUSE GYRO TOLD HIM THAT!
THAT HUG!!!
HOW DARE AKITA HURT BABY GYRO AND SWEET BABY BOYD?!
PROTECTIVE PAPA GYRO
NEEEEERRRRRRRD FIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT
“You’ll never invent anything worthwhile.” LIL BULB HAS ENTERED THE FIGHT
Are doggos recyclable?
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS
Blue eyes=good robot
ANOTHER HUG
Be Only Yourself, Dude
I like that basically Gyro admitted that he was like Fenton if Fenton hadn’t had support
“That’s not technically how doctorites work, BUT I DON’T CARE!” Do you think Gyro doesn’t have his doctorate or do you think he assumed Fenton already had one?
“The hugging is a ‘just for today’ thing.” YOU CANNOT STOP THE HUG TRAIN!
“Leave. Now.”
Are they gonna go to the plane?
This season has been consistently knocking it out of the park! I’m a SLUT for backstory episodes, so I enjoyed this one a lot. I loved seeing Gyro when he had hope and faith in the world. It SUCKS that Akita took that away from him. Hopefully Gyro will see things slightly less cynical now. Fenton was a dweeb the whole episode and I love him for it. Boyd is SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS and in NO WAY deserved the treatment he got. I have a feeling there is more to Boyd’s creation/Dr.Akita that we’ll get later on. Huey was ADORABLE this episode. It’s really sweet to see him hangout with someone who gets him. Everyone deserves to have at least one friend like that. The fight scene was GORGEOUS! SO FLUID! I really loved this one and I hope we get more Team Science episodes because these characters play really well off each other.
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