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Arctic Monkeys @ Ashton Gate Stadium, Bristol
29th May 2023, By keirasconcerts_1234
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some thoughts i had while thinking about college and inevitably connecting it back to my fixations as i always do:
random tbosas college au hcs!!
lucy gray would beg whichever poor soul got forced to be her roommate to push their mattresses together to make a mega bed, but she gets so cozy the first night that she sleeps through all seven of her alarms and misses like three classes.
livia, arachne, and clemensia are all insufferable sorority girls. except arachne and clemensia are super serious about it and livia is only in it for the booze and the lols. she made one joke day 1 of freshman year about being a sorority girl and ended up committing to the bit a little too hard, and now she's too far in to back out.
there's one bar off campus that all the daddy's money students (the academy mentors) started going to to escape from the weird liberal arts kids (the tributes) until one day lucy gray ends up scoring a job playing at said bar and now everyone is significantly bummed out when anyone mentions the place.
riding off of that, we all know that lucy gray is a theatre kid, but she's the most insufferable brand. she runs through the halls singing show tunes, she tries to start flash mobs in the dining hall, and if you mention it once she will not shut up about the theatre club's latest improv show. they did wicked once and she showed up to classes in full green makeup every day throughout the entirety of tech week.
not only is she the theatre kid, she's just the weird kid in general. she shows up to every 8 am class in the most insanely tacky diy outfits. more often than not, she repurposes whatever costume pieces the theatre department was throwing out. it's all craft store gemstones, hot glue, and a metric ton of puffy paint. she's also constantly conjuring flowers out of thin air it seems and passing them out as flower crowns to whoever is within a ten mile radius. mid final she just slowly passes you a whole heap of daisies weaved together and you're left like "??????"
she sets her eyes on someone and either becomes their best friend or worst nightmare.
coryo walking through the front door covered in glitter with a **very** homemade rainbow scarf forcefully tied around his neck and a flower behind his ear: TIGRIS THE WEIRD KID GOT ME ON THE WALK HOME AGAIN AND I COULDN'T OUTRUN HER
sejanus and coryo would dorm together for a total of two months before coryo decides that if he doesn't move off campus he will literally kill himself so he ends up back with tigris and commutes. he's a coward (sejanus snores).
oh god wait no is he a frat boy? i hate that image in my head. GET IT OUT!!
mizzen is significantly younger than everyone else, like 14 or something, and hangs out on campus with coral (bc in my head they're cousins or smthn) and it is quite literally the "uhhhh want a beer?" "HE'S FOUR!!" meme. nobody knows what to do with him. he's just sitting there with an ipad and a yoohoo living his best life until coral makes him do his homework.
coryo fails a situationship twice a week and everyone clowns on him constantly for never being able to get out of the talking stage. one day he's showing up to lucy gray's shows and the next he's ducking behind cars in the parking lot so she doesn't see him. one day he's making out with livia at a party and the next he's crying on the floor while clemensia pats him on the back because nobody loves him. one day he's genuinely hooking up with sejanus and the next he's pretending he was drunk so he can act like he doesn't remember. boo you whore!!! men will do anything BUT therapy.
sejanus is that one kid whose mom is always on campus for some reason and just chilling in their dorm. they're knitting sweaters and watching friends, leave them alone!!
clemensia would be the ra that everyone hates because she would absolutely snitch on your ass to look good, meanwhile lamina is the ra that everyone loves because she's just in it for the free room and is too tired to hunt anyone down for breaking the rules. work smarter, not harder.
reaper is also a weird kid, but in the mysterious artist who just glares at people from across the dining hall and sketches angrily kinda way. he and lucy gray are besties because i said so. he's teaching her how to paint in exchange for guitar lessons, except she can only finger paint and he's left handed and can hardly play her guitar comfortably.
treech and lamina were that one couple that picked the same college during their honeymoon phase in high school and travelled together except it absolutely ruined their relationship and now they hate each other. if you're a girl's girl, though, you take lamina's side because she does no wrong (totally not because she lets you sneak pot into the dorm as long as she "can't see it" so she doesn't have to do a whole night's worth of paperwork).
coral and lucy gray have been dating for half of a semester but pretend to hate each other when they're in public simply for the bit. they're faking petty cat fights, they're glaring at each other in the hallways, but really they're smoochin behind the scenes. they just think they're funny.
it's 5 am and i need to SLEEP but please drop any other headcanons you have about this batshit au because I would love to see them. i'm sure this will make no sense when i reread it in the morning, but trust that i will revisit this subject because them just being normal teenagers is always so funny to me.
#the hunger games#thg#tbosas#tbosas headcanon#thg headcanons#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird#sejanus plinth#arachne crane#clemensia dovecote#livia cardew#reaper ash#coral tbosas#mizzen tbosas#lamina tbosas#treech tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes
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The Dirt (Your Version)
Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.
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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Past child abuse, and of course, excessive alcohol and substance abuse.
A/N: More specific warnings will be added for certain chapters when required. I also just wanted to add in a quick disclaimer and say that through my research, Vince Neil's parents sounded like nice, decent people. However, this is a fanfic and for the purpose of this story and the plot, I am changing that.
Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover
Growing up, you always knew your big brother Vince had what it took to become a rockstar.
As kids, his favourite place other than the beach was the roller-skating rink where they held lip-synching contests. Vince would drag you there with his surfer buddy John and sign up every time. He'd dress up in flared pants, loud open button polyester shirts, wigs and other accessories he thought rockstars were supposed to wear and you'd help him.
It was during those lip-synching contests where Vince discovered his love for performing. He'd jump around on stage, goofed off, played air guitar and threw the microphone around. The crowd ate it up, and he always won. Always.
It wasn't long before the lip-synching turned into actual singing and your brother had a damn good voice even as a teenager. And not long after that he joined a band. Rock Candy.
It was during one of his performances with the cover band that his path to becoming a rockstar kicked off.
Vince was in the middle of singing his cover for My Kinda Lover on the small stage with his band. You'd sing as a backup singer for Rock Candy occasionally, but this song didn't require it, so you hung by the drinks table swirling your Jack and coke around in a solo cup and listened.
The drink was an important necessity every time Rock Candy performed because you weren't sure how you'd get through watching all those girls fawn over your big brother without it. They were practically throwing themselves on him whenever he performed and although you hated it, Vince absolutely lapped up all the attention from them.
There had been a few incidences where drunk girls got too handsy with him. Pulling at his clothes or jumping on stage just to touch him. One time a woman grabbed his scarf and literally pulled him down into the crowd of crazy females. By the time he managed to get back on stage, half his clothes had been torn off and that was when you stepped in and started ordering people out or breaking noses... usually the latter.
Most women treated your brother like a piece of meat. Like he was nothing more than a toy for them to play with and admire. And Vince, although he would never admit it, he didn't enjoy it all the time.
So, even when not on stage with him, you kept an eye on everything and that was when you spotted the three men.
They stood out amongst the crowd of young people dressed in the bare minimum while they wore leather and dark pants with their jet-black hair. You clocked them the second they walked through the crowd as people who shouldn't be here.
No way guys dressed like that would be interest in listening to Vince's cover band. So, what did they want? Trouble, probably.
You hung back eyeing the men cautiously before they began to make their way over to the drinks stand where you still were. None of them paid you any attention while you leant against the side of the table sipping your drink.
It wasn't like you blended in with the crowd here either, so you couldn't judge the strangers too harshly. Your own tight jeans and leather jacket might as well be a full body suit compared to the other girls crop tops and tiny shorts.
"His voice ain't bad." One of the men suddenly said speaking up for the first time since they got to the drinks stand.
"I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks." The other responded.
The three guys continued to watch your brother sing on stage while pointing and commenting quiet words that you couldn't quite catch.
Downing the last of your Jack and coke, you pushed yourself away from the drinks table and took a step to the side until you were blocking their view to the stage and folded your arms across your chest defensively.
"What do you guys want from Vince?"
The man in the middle holding a bottle of Jack Daniels instantly stood up straight sizing you up.
The older man to his right remained silent and looked over your shoulder back towards the stage seemingly bored by your presence, so you kept your attention focused on the middle guy whose gaze hadn't left yours, but he didn't seem like he was going to answer your question either.
"Don't make me repeat myself." You said bluntly.
His brows furrowed into a frown, the blankness on his expression twisting into annoyance but before he could say anything, the younger guy to his left spoke up.
"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"
That had your head snapping away from the middle guy instantly and the second you saw that goofy smile and long hair, realisation hit you like a truck.
Tommy Lee.
Well, shit. You weren't expecting to see him here.
You didn't recognise him earlier. His hair used to be lighter, but now it was black. It suited him though.
The last time you saw him was when you and Vince were living in his van about a year ago. So much had happened since then.
A smile broke out across your face which made Tommy's smile brighten further before he held his arms out a little hesitantly like he wasn't sure if a hug would be an acceptable greeting. If it was anyone else, no, a hug wouldn't be acceptable, maybe a handshake at the most, but this wasn't anyone, this was Tommy.
"Good to see you, Tommy." You said accepting the hug.
His long lanky arms instantly wrapped around your body tightly and you hugged him back, tucking your head against his chest and closing your eyes thinking back to the last time you had seen him.
Your father was a mechanic who worked for L.A. County repairing sheriff's cars. He had so many friends within the law enforcement department, he thought he could get away with anything... and he was right.
When he wasn't at work fixing cars or buddying up to the local cops, he was at home getting high and drinking. And the combination of drugs and alcohol made him mad. It made him angry. It made him abusive.
Your stepmother, Vince's real mother, wouldn't stand for your father's crap and they'd end up in screaming matches against each other. They'd yell, scream, cry and break things from the living room nearly every night.
Vince could always tell when the fighting was about to start, and once you got older, you saw the warning signs too before World War III erupted in the house. When you were little Vince would take you to his bedroom and lock the door while blasting music through his stereo so you couldn't hear the screaming and fighting. He'd make it fun and would use his hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and the two of you would sing and dance on top of his bed trying to forget about what was happening across the house.
When you got older and the fighting would start up, you'd both slip out his bedroom window and get away for a few hours until your father calmed down or passed out from drinking. But sometimes you weren't quick enough to get away.
Those nights were the worst because his anger would turn onto you and Vince.
Vince always took the blunt of his anger. He always tried to protect you from your father's rage and violence, but sometimes he couldn't.
You were eight years old the first time your father ever hit you. He was mad about something -staying up too late, not doing homework, playing music too loud, you couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway.
Your father was always in a terrible mood, the alcohol and drugs made him worse and at the slightest provocation he would take out his frustration on the nearest thing or person which was usually you, despite Vince trying his best to not let that happen.
Your father never outright said it, but you reminded him of the affair he had with another woman -your mother- the woman who dumped a baby at his perfect white picket fence home door with a single note.
'Your daughter, Y/N. I'm sorry'
Vince's mother had taken you in and raised you like her own without hesitation, despite your father wanting nothing to do with you.
You were 16 years old the last time he ever beat you... and the first time he nearly killed you.
"Just stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes on me." Vince practically begged while he sped down the road away from the hell you called home. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Stay awake."
You leant heavily against the passenger side door of the car while holding his scarf against the side of your head. The scarf had started off white but was now stained a bright crimson along with the collar of your shirt.
Blood was trickling down the side of your face from the deep gash on your forehead. The warm liquid sticking and matting in your hair as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
"N-no hospital. We can't afford it." You winced, tilting your head to the side to look at your brother, but even that slight movement felt like agony against your pounding head.
Vince clenched his jaw at your words, his hands tightening and untightening around the steering wheel as he drove, but he didn't argue because you were right. You had no money. And if you went to the hospital, they'd call your father, the very same man you were running from.
"We should go back." You whispered closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat behind you. "We have nowhere else to go."
"Hey, no, open your eyes. And we are not going back." Vince stated sternly while he reached over and shook your shoulder until you reluctantly opened your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to just sleep the pain away. "I'm not letting him anywhere near you again. Got it?"
"You can't protect me from everything, big brother."
"I can try."
Before you knew it, Vince was pulling up into the driveway in front of a decent looking house that you couldn't recognise.
"I'll be back. Don't fall asleep."
He was out the car before you could respond, and you watched through the windshield as he ran up to the house and knocked on the front door until a guy you recognised from high school answered.
"Vinnie, what up, dude?" Tommy greeted with a bright smile.
"I... we need a place to stay. Can we..." Vince trailed off while pointing towards a van parked along the side of the house.
"Who's we?"
Vince nodded over his shoulder to where you were sitting in the car holding the bloodied scarf to your forehead.
Tommy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and panic, "holy shit. Is she okay?"
"No. Not really." Vince admitted, emotion thick in his voice. "Can we crash in your van for a few days?"
"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.
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"I've missed you, dude." Tommy's voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts as the two of you pulled apart.
His eyes shifted to your forehead searching for the scar that he knew was hidden behind your hair. It seemed you weren't the only one who had been thinking back to the last time you saw each other.
"I'm in a band with these dudes." Tommy explained after a few beats of silence. "Guys, this is Y/N. She's Vince's sister. I was in the same grade as her in high school."
Both men nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, they turned their attention over your shoulder to where your brother was still performing in front of the crowd.
Seriously, what did they want from Vince?
"Yeah, Vinnie!!" Tommy cheered enthusiastically as the song came to an end.
"Thank you! We're Rock Candy!" Your brother shouted into the microphone.
"Shitty name."
You turned to glare at the older and very serious-looking man. Sure, you kind of agreed with him. Rock Candy wasn't a great name, but only you were allowed to insult your brother.
"Okay, seriously, why are you guys here and what do you want with my brother?" You questioned, the smile from seeing Tommy vanishing from your face as you got down to business.
"We're looking for a singer for the band." The one drinking Jack Daniels straight finally said.
"And who the fuck are you?"
His sea green eyes shifted back to you, looking you up and down briefly before meeting your gaze.
"Nikki Sixx."
You stared at him for a moment before nodding, "okay, Sixx. Why do you want my brother?"
Vince looked nothing like these guys. Your brother loved white. He'd wear that white t-shirt you had ripped up the sides of and sewn together with lace everywhere because it was his favourite. He had his hair dyed as white as he could get it and fluffed it until it added half a foot to his height. It was his style, and it was the opposite to these guys.
"He's fucking perfect, man." Tommy responded.
"He's pretty good. Got moves." Nikki admitted without answering your question.
Tommy suddenly darted off, pushing his way through the crowd to where Vince was now walking after finishing the last song. Nikki and the older guy didn't say anything else to you, so you didn't speak to them either while you watched Tommy and Vince embrace in a hug and chat for a few minutes before Tommy returned with his signature smile.
"He's in. I think."
You glanced back over to your brother across the crowd as he tucked the tape that Tommy had given him into his pocket without much thought because he was too focused on the blonde-haired woman chatting him up.
Nah, Vince wasn't in.
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Later that night, you found yourself sitting in the bed of your old Ford F150 truck parked on the beach away from humanity because it was quietest spot and best place to sleep.
Between your shifts at the diner downtown and Vince working as an electrician apprentice plus his small gigs with Rock Candy, it still wasn't enough to afford a house or apartment. Vince usually crashed in the bedrooms of which ever girl he was seeing that week while you slept in a sleeping bag in the back of your truck.
It wasn't so bad, especially this time of year. During winter it was harder, and you were going to figure something else out, but that was a few months away and a problem for later. For now, you were going to enjoy the peaceful beach and sound of waves crashing against the shore like a lullaby every night.
You laid in the bed of your truck staring up at the stars shimmering in the sky above you. The cool breeze was slowly starting to kick in, but not enough for you to grab a blanket out from under the front seat.
Something suddenly slammed against the tailgate of your truck causing you to bolt upright and reach for the pocketknife stashed under your pillow only to find your brother leaning against the side of your truck trying not to laugh.
"One of these days, I'm gonna actually stab you and I'm not even gonna be sorry." You warned pointing at him with the knife.
Vince rolled his eyes, "you shouldn't keep parking in the same spot. Creeps might start to notice."
"Oh, creeps like you?" You shot back causing Vince to glare, but there was no real heat behind it.
"I'm serious though. If some pedo realises a young girl sleeps out here alone, that little knife won't do much to stop him. You need a gun or something."
"I can't afford a gun."
"I can steal you one." He suggested.
"Please don't."
Vince snorted softly before pulling down the tailgate of your truck and sitting on it while overlooking the ocean that was lit up by the full moon shining brightly in the sky above it.
"What happened to your new girl? Her daddy kick you out?" You teased, referring back to a few weeks ago when a girl's father did actually kick him out and he ended up in the back of your truck keeping you awake with his snoring.
"Nah, her dad wasn't home."
You frowned a little at his words because if he hadn't been kicked out of the girl's house then why wasn't he sleeping in her comfy bed or at the very least, her couch?
"Tommy gave me this. Said to listen to it and call him." He pulled a tape out from his pocket and held it out towards you. "It's all I've been thinking about. I couldn't even get it up when I was in bed with her."
"Eww! Too much information, Jesus Christ." You swore taking the tape before jumping out the truck and opening the driver side door turning the key to accessories before inserting the tape into the stereo cranking the volume up.
You sat on the tailgate beside Vince while you listened to the music together on the beach where nobody could see or hear for miles.
It hurt to admit, but fuck, they were pretty good.
"This shits on Rock Candy, no offence." You commented and to your own shock, Vince actually nodded in agreement. "You gonna call Tommy and his sketchy friends to join their even sketchier band?"
"What do you think?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. He was going to call.
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A/N:
So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.
I recently saw Mötley Crüe during their last show of the World Tour in Melbourne (I am still pinching myself. It was the best night ever!) and seeing them in person literally kickstarted my obsession for them.
I grew up listening to my dad’s 80s music which obviously included Mötley Crüe. I still remember Girls Girls Girls blasting through the car on the way to school when I was 8. And although I’ve liked their music since I was a kid, I never really knew much about them beyond that.
But when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Mötley Crüe concert with him, I didn’t even hesitate.
I’ll be honest, I had never watched The Dirt before until Vince said during the concert that Mötley Crüe had made a movie and I googled it as soon as I got home.
After watching the movie and seeing them live in concert, I was hooked.
I bought their book The Dirt and binged it in 2 days (that is one hell of a rollercoaster to read) and now I’m literally typing this while wearing a Mötley shirt.
I won’t try and pretend to have been a Cruehead all my life because that isn’t true, but I am so incredibly glad that I have found this love for Mötley Crüe and I hope you all enjoy this fanfic xx
#motley crue#nikki sixx#tommy lee#vince neil#mick mars#nikki sixx x reader#tommy lee x reader#nikki sixx fanfiction#tommy lee fanfic#motley crue x reader#the dirt#nikki sixx x you#nikki sixx x tommy lee x reader#motley crue fanfiction#80s rock#glam metal
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Disney Knowledge Yuu: Masquerade Edition Part 2 (aka Yuu gets Fucking Mad)
Holy shit, things went from 0 to 100 REAL QUICK! Anyway, SPOILERS AHOY!
Rollo: (covers his mouth with a starry handkerchief that looks like Esmerelda's scarf)
Yuu: Oh HEEEEEELL NO, I ain't trusting this kid for a SECOND!
Silver: Why not?
Yuu: Call it a feeling >:/
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Rollo: There's a festival being held today and you're all welcome to attend... (softly) Ugh, I hate the festival...
Yuu: Oooh, Topsy-Turvy Day!
Rollo: How did you know that was the name??
Yuu: Lucky guess...(softly) and I got my eye on you >8/
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Noble Bell College: (taking about how Frollo was a Righteous Judge and did nothing wrong)
Yuu: …I hope this place doesn’t believe in God cause I’m about to go FULL HERETIC ON THEIR ASSES
Riddle: Wait STOP-
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Azul: I-I swear the gargoyle just moved!
Yuu: (gets up close) *whispers* Victor...? Are you alive...? :0c
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Epel: Aww look at these alphabet blocks; A for Apple, B for baby, F for festival
Yuu: *snorts*
Rollo: Evidently the words used to be more complicated; a shame, really
Yuu: (sarcastically) Damn, what a shame that kids can no longer learn the classic alphabet of Abomination, Blasphemy, Contrition, Damnation, and Eternal damnation
Rollo: O_O’
Deuce: …Are you okay…?
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Shopkeeper: (holds up dreamcatcher necklace) It is said when you hold this, the city is yours
Yuu: (rolls eyes) Actually, it’s ‘When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand’
Team Azul: …
Yuu: (sighs) It’s a map of the city -_-
Team Azul: Oooooooh! :0
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Rollo: These handkerchiefs are smoke bombs; children use them for pranks
Silver: I'll take one for Lilia :)
Yuu: Me too; if Esmerelda could make use of these then I can too
Idia: Huh...?
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Trein: They used these underground river ways to hide people
Riddle: Ah yes, they called it The Palace
Yuu: *coughs* Court of Miracles...
Sebek: What was that?
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Rollo: This is a town goat; they wander the city
Sebek: DO NOT APPROACH MASTER MALLEUS, GOAT!!
Yuu: Don't yell at Jolly! >:O
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Jamil: Apparently these curly wooden shavings are the classic hairstyle of this city
Yuu: *thinks for a moment* Oh wow, that's a REALLY obscure easter egg, even I barely remember the Gargoyle song O_O
Malleus: Gargoyle WHAT?
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Rollo: Don't you hate magic? Isn't it the worst? You understand right?
Yuu: ...If you tell me to choose between you or the fire, I'm gonna throw up >:(
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Festival leader: The Kind Bell Ringer was adopted by the Righteous Judge who saw past his deformities and loved him as his son. Their bond was strong and special and the Bell Ringer used his teacher's lessons to save the city
Yuu: ...(starts towards the stage)
Silver: Where are you going??
Yuu: (rolling up their sleeves) To commit a HATE CRIME >8(
Trein: YUU-
Yuu: THAT IS NOT HOW THE STORY GOES AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT!!! >8(
Ruggie: Holy shit-
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Rollo: (absorbing the magic with flowers and ready to kill literally everyone)
Yuu: So I was wrong about the racism and the lust, but the genocide was spot on. …Small victories, I guess
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((Drama Bonus))
(Yuu spends the whole trip trying to convince the others that Rollo is not to be trusted but no one believes them, and then when shit goes down, Yuu is standing back in no danger while everyone else is fighting)
Deuce: Yuu, help us! We're getting attacked by the flowers!
Yuu: Hmm, okay Deuce. But first, a deep sip from a very tall glass of 'I TOLD YOU SO' >:/ (starts slowly drinking an imaginary glass)
Riddle: YUU!!!!
((This event isn't done yet, so we'll see if I can get more out of it ;3))
#glorious masquerade#twst glorious masquerade#twisted wonderland#twst#yuu#twst yuu#twst mc#yuu twisted wonderland#the hunchback of notre dame#judge frollo#disney knowledge yuu#malleus draconia#rollo twisted wonderland#twst rollo
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rockstar's bf!coryo headcanons
☆ based on a newer au of mine, where reader is a famous musicianl/"rockstar" and coriolanus is their iconic partner, set during modern times.
☆ based on the song "paparazzi" by lady gaga :3
cw: suggestive themes, smoking, drinking.. yknow, sex, drugs & rock n roll! probably ooc!coryo but shhhh
☆ we'd be so fantastical
coriolanus has been your biggest supporter since day one. he's watched you practice a million times in your parents shitty garage, and he's head over heels in love with you. watching your hands move across the fretboard of your guitar/bass guitar is such a fucking turn on for him. he can't help but wonder what else those hands can do
☆ leather and jeans, garage glamorous
he's always, always stealing your clothes. what he steals the most, though, is your leather jacket. you thrifted it a few years back, and he loves the way it looks on you. it smells like coffee, cigarette smoke, and the perfume/cologne you wear. if it's missing before a show/interview and you wanna wear it, all you have to do is find coriolanus, because there's a pretty good chance he has it.
☆ ready for those flashing lights
most of your sexual encounters happen right before or after shows, where adrenaline is high. he'll go down in you in a closet to help you unwind or let you fuck him/fuck you if you have the time. he just thinks you look so damn hot in your stage clothes, he can't help it :(( and your calloused fingertips alone are enough to make him come. he loves the way they feel against his skin.
☆ you know i'll be your paparazzi
coriolanus has a love/hate relationship with the paparazzi. on one hand, you look fucking phenomenal in every photo taken of you, and he's often with you when they're taking, solidifying your relationship to any questioning tabloids. on the downside, the paparazzi is everywhere and you can barely get a moment to yourselves outside. and also? everyone else gets to see how great you look. he knows others are jealous, and it fills him with delight. he's just so damn obsessed with you..
☆ i won't stop until that boy is mine
you're his, and he wants everyone to know it. if you fuck a night or two before a show, just know he's going to leave dark hickies/bite marks/scratch marks/anything he can. (think gerard way with his gay ass scarf). even if you tell him to stop, that it's just making the gossip worse, he refuses. people need to know you're taken.
☆ i'll be your girl, backstage at your show
you've had a few girls and boys try to hook up with you a few times.. and it just gets under his skin. they see the marks on your neck, the way he's always in your jacket. don't they know you're taken? coriolanus makes it a habit to kiss you whenever there's cameras around, pinning you against a wall and shoving his body right against yours. you'll call him your groupie to tease him, and in all honesty? he loves it.
☆ you're my rockstar in-between the sets
coriolanus loves getting to hang out with you whenever you're on the road. there's nothing like it, really, being cramped in a bus with a bunch of other people, having to sneak around if you want time together.. he likes the thrill of it. one of his favorite things to do is share a cigarette and a drink with you after a long day. he tags along on tours when he can and cherishes every moment of it.
☆ eyeliner and cigarettes
coriolanus loves to help you get ready for your shows!! whether it's doing your makeup, assembling your wardrobe, or whatever you need, he's your little assistant. he'll kiss you good luck and help you adjust the shoulder strap of your guitar/bass guitar before sending you off on stage. he 100% gets hard watching you.
taglist: @on-plvto @theirgayyourhonour
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#tbosbas#the hunger games#thg#coriolanus snow#coryo snow#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x you#coryo x reader#coryo x you#modern au#rockstar au#rockstar's bf!coriolanus#rockstar!reader
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Cats The Musical Autism Headcanons
because these kitties are autistic okay!! honestly i think all the characters can be autistic these are just the ones i have specific ideaz for :3
mungojerrie & rumpleteazer (cause the twins definitely share some traits lol)
- the talking talkers… they’re both hyper-verbal :) while their chattiness can sometimes help with their schemes (they like to engage a friendly policeman in conversation!) but usually they just talk cat’s ears off cause they like talking
- always up in each other’s space, these two have very little sense of personal space and are always grabbing each other’s shoulders/arms or leaning on each other, snuggling, or generally being close to each other
- both love jumping up and down or running around to stim! sometimes they link arms and run in a circle for minutes at a time just to get their energy out
- they’re pretty spontaneous when it comes to their heists, usually jumping into it before fully working out a plan, but both can get very upset when something goes wrong/doesn’t go their way
mungojerrie
- TERRIBLE with eye contact, he’s always looking at everything except the person he’s talking to. definitely adds to his kinda ‘shifty’ reputation
- loves oral stimming, usually chewelry or something of the sort, but will absentmindedly chew on p much anything in his reach (pens, plastic, teazer’s arm, etc)
- has poor volume control, tends to talk just a bit too loud or too quiet depending on the situation
- tends to accidentally interrupt/talk over others cause he doesn’t really understand their cues
rumpleteazer
- very touchy-feely… but only on her terms! she loves initiating snuggles hugs or play-fights, but if someone touches her when she’s not expecting/in the mood, she won’t hesitate to take a swipe at em (jerrie is usually the only exception)
- tippy-toe walks alllll the time. helpful for moving quietly when she needs to but will do it for no reason at all
- loves to give cats nicknames, but doesn’t understand how they work so just decides on random nouns to call her friends
- has a hard time understanding metaphors and sarcasm
etcetera
- THE STIMMER!! she loves to stim! usually flapping her paws, tapping her toes, or bouncing in place, but pretty much any repetitive movement is a stim for her <3
- related to her stimming, she cannot sit still! she’s always moving around, playing with toys, or shifting from side to side even when she’s supposed to stay still
- loves to knit or crochet with jenny, since its repetitive and keeps her hands busy, plus she gets a cute scarf at the end!
- has echolalia, she often repeats words/sounds other cats say, usually just to feel it in her mouth
mistoffelees
- non/semi-verbal, only speaks when he’s very comfortable or around certain cats (like victoria or tugger)
- loves to perform but is naturally quite shy and quiet, so tends to lean on his ‘stage persona’ to express his more dramatic and expressive side! when he isn’t in that mindset though he’s very aloof
- very diligent about keeping himself clean and tidy. he can feel when even one tuft of fur is out of place and it BOTHERS him
- has hypersomnia, he’s always sleepy and gets worn out pretty quick (especially after his bigger magical feats)
- has very specific day to day routines (wakes up at a specific time, visits the junkyard on specific days of the week, etc) gets really frustrated and stressed if they’re interrupted or changed
- he’s a house-cat, but refuses to wear a collar (he hates how it feels)
sillabub
- didn’t speak for a long time growing up, but at like age 4 (in cat years) suddenly started speaking in full sentences. demeter was very surprised
- has a (terrifying) habit of slipping into this wide-eyed hundred yard stare when she zones out. it took a while for everyone to get used to that
- very sensitive to lights and colors, she’s the first to notice when the light shifts ever so slightly, and too-bright lights or colors are very overstimulating for her
- doesn’t like being touched except by her moms and sister (demeter & bomba and electra, respectively) and even then only in certain moments
- special interest is the night sky, she knows all the names of the constellations and can tell you the phase of the moon on any given night
- makes A LOT of eye contact
#hope yall enjoy my silly words!! might make more for other cats if i have ideasss#cats the musical#jellicle cats#also this should go without saying but dont tag as mungoteazer pls#mungojerrie#rumpleteazer#etcetera cats#mr mistoffelees#mistoffelees#sillabub#jemima cats#autism#clown honks
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Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024) Part 2 (SPOILERS)
Here's Part 2 of my Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (3/9/2024)! Hope you enjoy it!
Howdy caterpillar walking ASMR
“It was then that Howdy Pillar pulled out a luxurious looking scarf- If one were to take a guess, it was probably the perfect size for a large house! Wally’s eyes sparkled brightly as he looked at it, but Barnaby was not as impressed. Still, he remembered this was all for Wally.” Barnaby doesn’t like the scarf but at least he knows that Wally needs it to give it to Home…Barnaby’s a true bestie
“There, scaling the tallest of the Homewarming trees in all of the neighborhood, was Sally Starlet herself. She was wearing an outfit adorned in sparkles, glitter, tinsel, ornaments, and even strings of popcorn- She was, as she’s ever been, truly a sight to behold. Even now as she continued to climb up the tree, she was radiant.” Sally is a goddess and an icon
Sally’s nickname for Barnaby is “Barntholomew” lol
Poppy is best bird mom friend lol
Also I wonder what the sunflower-seed ham tastes like
Why does Wally’s voice sound distorted when he says “How can that be.”? Is he sad? Mad? Both?
Awww at least the story ends on a good n-WAIT WHERE’S EDDIE??? WHY ISN’T HE IN THIS STORY???
EDDIE???
I’m scared for Eddie now
Also I love how we get to hear more of Home in this storybook record even if I joke around on how I hate Home lol
Now let’s hear Wally’s Toyland…I think it’s a Christmas song lol
Well at least this one has music instead of Wally singing acapella
Wally’s singing is so beautiful...It brought tears in my eyes sniffles
Also is it just me or do the lyrics “Childhood's joy land…Mystic merry toyland…Once you pass its borders…You can ne'er return again” seem kinda sus?
Like I feel like Wally’s singing about the Neighborhood and how you can never return back home once you entered it? Hmmm…
Anyways let’s listen to Up from the Home-Top which is basically the Welcome Home version of Up from the House Top lol
Oh crap Barnaby’s dead/j
THERE’S EDDIE THERE HE IS HE’S SAFE (for now)
“You lost control!? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of preparing for my Homewarming play? Julie is my Santa Claus! And Home? Her trusted reindeer!” Sally, how does Home being a reindeer work??? Is it gonna drag itself on the stage as Julie rides on top of it or???
Oh crap Julie and Frank are dead/j
Also the song is so silly and wholesome I love it
Now it’s time for “Howdy's Holiday Hullabaloo” Record!!! I’m so excited to hear this!!!
LET’S GO KIDDOS IT’S TIME TO LEARN SOME PILLAR FAMILY LORE
“How, normally, I don’t close early for any ol’ thing! Not rain, not sleet, not snow - not even that time Julie launched herself clean through the wall over there!” Oh god I imagine that one scene from the Scott Pilgrim movie where Scott crashes through a window…But instead of a window it’s a FREAKING WALL
HIS MA AND POPS AWWW
Howdy’s brother kinda sounds like Frank lol
Poor Howdy’s dying inside
I think we all know who Howdy’s favorite sibling is lol
The brother-in-law sounds so nonchalant lol
The nephews are so adorable awww
I just realized that Howdy’s uncle is a snail which is why he’s French lol
I wonder if the uncle is a reference to the Swedish Chef from the Muppets but he’s French instead
Oh god the cousin is a stoner hippie lol
I love Howdy’s grandma
I love Barnaby’s reaction to seeing Howdy’s family at the end lol
Overall the song is pretty charming and I love it so much
Also Barnaby's Tobacco Pipe??? Honestly it’s funny but I don’t think this toy will go well if it was created today lol
Barnaby be teaching kids in the early 70s’ how to be like Snoop Dogg but instead of weed it’s bubbles
Oh god not the nephews
Now let’s listen to “Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight: An Ode to Hibernation” Record
Frank’s voice is so beautiful I love it
But Frank seems kinda sad…
I want to buy that set of homewarming greeting cards to give to my family and friends during Christmas lol
Also I want to try the Crispy Sweets frosted cereal so bad...I NEED IT!!!
And there’s a mini doodle on the side of the pictures too
OHHHHH SO THAT’S WHY THOSE SYMBOLS ARE EVERYWHERE THEY’RE PART OF A SECRET CODE
I solved the code at the back of the cereal box but I don’t have time to decipher the other code that was spread all over the website because I’m too lazy lol
I went back to the Merchandise section and found out that Eddie’s toy that Santa was about to introduce in the radio ad was an Eddie Dear Li’l Mailman Kit
I also want to buy all these toys so bad I don’t care if I’m a college student I want them all lol
“Although our Guestbook is and will remain closed for the foreseeable future, we wanted to properly recreate it for those newly joining in our efforts to explore Welcome Home! After all, it’s fun to look back and see how far we’ve come together as a community! We will be recreating all eight original pages in the near future, so check back in soon to see if you can find your message! Have fun!” I can’t wait to see the Guestbook in the future
ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT THE CLICKABLE BUGS ARE GONE
Dang I’m gonna miss those bugs
I can’t believe I spent hours on this website lol
My hands are kinda tired from typing lol
Also let me know if I miss anything
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home spoilers#wally darling#barnaby b beagle#julie joyful#frank frankly#eddie dear#howdy pillar#sally starlet#poppy partridge#welcome home home
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birthday aches ✦ j. hong
note : happy birthday ?? to my bestie ?? crying crying crying ok. hope he stuffed himself full with cake and rests well :’) idk what else to say that isn’t me just crying so here’s a birthday post for my beloved. <3
wc : 1.7k. fluff. emotional ? tears definitely. ok. [cries]
“do i have something on my face?”
he blinks slowly, dazed look sharpening to something much more focused, and allows himself to be subject to the laughter that crackles through the speakers of his phone. you’re squinting at him teasingly like you always do, brows drawn downwards in disbelief.
“am i no longer allowed to admire artwork anymore?” his voice drawls out lazily, stretching out before snuggling further into his blanket. you roll your eyes like he knew you would, but he knows there’s a smile hidden underneath the bundle of your scarf.
it’s hard, sometimes—being away from you for so long, especially during the holidays. with concerts and fan signs and so many little things to complete before the year is over, he hardly has time to catch up with you and the life that you live. (that doesn’t include him, he oftens thinks bitterly, and resigns himself to feeling low until one of the guys eventually drag him out and about.)
he loves his dream. loves being on stage, loves being surrounded by people who love him and his members for the career he chose but he wishes you were here with him every step of the way. he supposes it’s karma, you falling in love with the people’s person. a humbling experience to remind him what he’s chosen to do.
support is never wavering with you, though. no matter what city you’re in or the difference in time zones, you’ve never missed a single good luck message before a performance or a call to soothe his fear and anxieties of underperforming. you’ve become his forever constant, from that fateful mix up in his schedule to years up the ladder of success, and he’s grateful for you in ways he can’t even begin to describe.
he just, you know. wishes you could have been by his side for all of it.
he zones back in to gentle calls of his name, offering a tired smile to the questioning look you send him. “the concert was a bit exhausting,” he explains. “i don’t think my body has quite yet… come down from the high, if that makes sense?”
you hum in both understanding and sympathy, and he knows that if you were here, he’d be squeezed into your arms and rocked side to side for a bit.
“i’m just glad you have some time to relax for your birthday,” you grin, your sincerity seeping through the screen. “you deserve the rest, shua. i hate seeing you so tired all the time.”
i haven’t slept well since the last time i touched you, he wants to say. i sleep better knowing i’ll turn you’ll still be there. i haven’t felt the texture of your skin in months and it’s driving me up the wall but he smiles and nods and promises to try for you.
“is it cold where you are? i hope you’re staying warm.”
you read between the lines as always, glancing back at the screen to offer a smile. “is this the part where i say ‘i only feel warm with you’?”
“whatever makes you happiest, dear.” and you laugh and it soothes the ache just a little bit.
he wants to talk about your travels. the sights you’ve seen, the people you’ve met, and the things you’ve done. but all thoughts of uttering a single word considering your worldwide trek comes to a halt when you look up yet again, and he can’t help but blurt, “are you busy? you know it doesn’t matter if you call today. i know it’s a lot of—”
“don’t be silly, you know i’ll always make time for you.” your frown is almost offended, and he burrows himself deeper into the covers under your stare. “busy or not, you’re important to me!”
he nods. understood. his heart kicks its feet giddily.
“i’m just. hoping i don’t be late to this thing i’m rushing to. it’s kind of time sensitive?” you huff in annoyance, cold air fogging around your face. “it’s really important to me.”
“and you want me to stay on the phone with you?” you nod and his chest warms significantly. “just say you’re in love with me or something.”
“i’m in love with you,” you reply simply, shaking your head soon after when he calls you a sap.
you chat aimlessly for a bit longer, filling the distance with your mindless thoughts on topics he threw at you and in turn, asking him about his hopes for the new year. it’s the same each and every year—to spend more time with you—and he knows you just like to hear him say it, but it rings a bit of a sad truth.
he wants to settle down with you. wants to do mundane things like bicker over losing socks in the laundry and grocery shop with you in the afternoon and spoon feed you soup when you don’t feel your best. he wants it with enough passion to self combust, after years of getting by with glimpses of you. he can’t stand the distance, but beggars can’t be choosers.
it sours his mood, and like always, you notice.
“shua.” his hum is faint, lingering in the air. “can you go to your front door? i think my present should have arrived by now?”
“you got me a gift?” his gaze darts to the door, squinting as if he could see through it if he tried hard enough. you stifle a laugh. “what is it?”
“open your door and find out, genius.”
slowly, he patters out of the living room and towards the main hallway, phone in hand at your request to see his reaction. he sees you bite your lip in anticipation and his heart thunders.
“will i like it?” he’s nervous but he doesn’t know why. “what am i talking about? of course i’ll like it, it’s from you.”
“sweet talker,” you tease, “but you’re stalling. i don’t want porch pirates to steal it!”
“i live in an apartment?”
“don’t be a smartass.” you’ve lost the bite to your words, though. you’re grinning openingly, excitement highlighting your features, and he wonders just what you might have waiting for him behind the door.
it could have been anything, really. he was expecting an actual present from the way you urged him on. not… one of his friends dressed head to toe in red.
“took you long enough,” jeonghan gripes, and rolls his eyes in faux annoyance when you laugh. “hello to you, too.”
“hi, hannie,” you greet sweetly, offering a smile when joshua looks down at his screen in confusion. “your present isn’t our dear friend’s presence, though.”
“how unfortunate for you,” the latter sniffs. “i’m a fucking delight to have around. your loss.”
“hannie’s gonna blindfold and lead you somewhere, okay? it’s all safe, promise.”
“can’t guarantee he won’t be a bit bruised,” jeonghan pipes up as he produces a white blindfold, grinning cheekily as joshua glances at him wearily. “i’m joking. yn, tell him i’m joking.”
“if i come back and i see a hair on his head misplaced, you won’t like it.”
“yeah, whatever.”
jeonghan leads him down what seems to be a hallway, the lights on the ceiling faintly visible through the fabric, and then he hears the telltale sound of the elevator reaching his floor. he’s quickly ushered inside, gripping his hand for dear life when it begins to descend.
“you still there?” you ask gently, phone still gripped in his other. he nods, frowning slightly when jeonghan stifles a snort. “words, sweetheart. you okay?”
“a little tense, but i’m okay.”
“he’s breaking my hand.”
“ignore him,” you try to soothe him, and he cracks a smile when the other lets out a faint hmph. “it’ll be over quickly. in fact, if i’m timing this correctly—”
the elevator stalls, another faint ding signaling their arrival.
“—you should be here soon, too.”
here? weren’t you out of the country? he wants to ask what you could possibly mean by that when you’re definitely thousands of miles away from him—but he hears the doors slide open and the sound of you hanging up the phone abruptly. he startles when he’s tugged out the elevator and stumbles over his feet, steadied only when he’s stopped suddenly.
hands clap against his shoulders. “wait right here,” he hears his friend say. and without waiting for some semblance of a response, his footsteps fade away.
well. if he died, he knew very well who he’d be haunting.
phone tucked into the pockets of his pajamas, his hands wring nervously, itching to grant himself the gift of sight once more. and why did you suddenly hang up? he hopes you’re okay. anything could happen these days, and he’d be damned if anything happened to you—
a pair of arms circle around his waist. he tenses, skin chilled from the slight press of cold fabric against his white shirt, and holds his breath. silence tears him apart for what seems like hours. then,
“you can take off the blindfold.”
his heart drops sixty feet into the ground, and then soars right back up into the sky.
laughter swarms his ears as he hastily undoes the knot tied sloppily at the back of his head, light swarming back unforgivingly, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s sure he’s just just heard your voice.
he blinks rapidly, silently begging for his vision to clear.
“don’t cry,” you laugh, hands moving to cup his face, and now he’s definitely crying, crushing you to his body and burying his face into your neck. how couldn’t he? when it’s been months since he’s last seen you, since he’s last gotten to hold you?
he needs to take the time to memorize the shape of you again. needs to run his hands over the curves and dips, overwhelmed by your sudden presence with the need to touch like a man starved.
“i thought you…” he tries to say, but all the words he’s ever practiced to say to your face fall apart the second the tips of your thumbs brush away stray tears.
“early flight. someone pulled enough strings.”
jeonghan halfheartedly salutes somewhere behind your head, and any and all thoughts of haunting him quickly dissipates. he’ll get him a cheese platter or something. just as soon as he gets used to having you this close once again.
“happy birthday,” you whisper into his embrace. his response is something akin to a sob, embarrassingly so, but you only squeeze him tighter in response.
“missed you.” please don’t leave again. “missed you so much.”
“i’m not going anywhere.” i’m here.
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What's each of the Geminis' favorite thing in the world? What do they want that's out of reach (because of their living situation, their roles, their own limitations, etc)?
I mean, if you asked them, Leo would say "Donnie" and Donnie would say "Leo," but disregarding their dumb, sappy answers...
Donnie's favorite things are science, just as a concept, botany, his tech, his private 'library,' (boy owns so many books,) and his scarf.
He would love to have a garden one day but is currently not permitted to. He doesn't like relying on Leo for physical protection in the Nexus so often and wishes he had a hard shell to take the heavy hits sometimes. He hates always watching Leo physically throw himself in harm's way on his behalf. It's their system, and it works, but that doesn't mean Donnie always has to like it. He hates relying on Big Mama's healing staff to keep him healthy and functioning. He'd love to never see another doctor, nurse, or healing witch for as long as he lives. Right now he has to interact with them every day.
Leo's favorite things are stage magic, acting, piano, comic books, and his scarf.
He wants to know witchcraft, like Donnie and Mama do, but has never been given the chance to learn. He didn't 'show promise' like Donnie did. Even more than this, he wants to learn healing magick, or even just more advanced healing in general. He and Donnie are already both very competent medics, as they care for most of each other's injuries in the Nexus, but he wants to learn more. He wants Donnie to never have to see another doctor, nurse, or healing witch for as long as he lives. He wants to take care of it. But he hasn't been able to do this yet, and any time he asks for more resources, Mama tells him that 'she doesn't see why he would need all that.' He wants to protect Donnie, and it infuriates him every time he can't. Each time Donnie gets injured feels like a personal failure on his part.
To some extent, both of them privately want to get a chance to meet other people their own age and actually interact with them in a normal, genuine way. To, I dunno, to talk to people? To make friends, or something? To have a relationship with someone that's not based entirely off of reading off a mental script and achieving a means to an end?
But yet again-- that's a pretty stupid wish, isn't it? Why would they need that? They have each other. Obviously. And what kind of a brother would they be if they wished for more than that? They don't. They don't, not really...
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Top 5 Jon Kent Headcanons
@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65
1. Has a big phobia about peacock birds. It used to be severe for him when he was really little and would used to see them walking around the Zoo, because he would start screaming and crying while trying to run away, forcing both Clark and Lois to have to keep a good hold on him in their arms as a way to stop him until they were quickly away from the bird. Now in his current tween age, he can handle it at least a bit more better than before, but still panics internally around them and has to have a good grip on his parents hands until they finally walk away to another section
2. He loves Sunflowers a lot. Chris, who usually loves tending to the garden more than others during chore work, due to having a green thumb for it, knows this fact about his brother very well, so he's the one who thoughtfully makes sure to plant them all the time while also working on the other ones, just so that Jon can always enjoy seeing and having them around the house once they're finally grown. Once Jon found out about this, he stayed always appreciating it so much. He also picks out the sunflowers from the garden sometimes to keep them in a handmade vase from school in his room
3. He's very ticklish on his neck
4. He's very good at writing stories and many other things, thanks to his parents being great professionals in this kind of work and teaching him lots of useful things about it very well, but unlike both of them, Jon actually hates writing and gets stressed out and upset whenever he has to do homework that requires so much of it. Because of this, he also doesn't want to become a reporter or an employed writer at the Daily Planet at all either. His true passion is science and when he becomes an adult one day, he happily succeeds in getting a very great career in that field as a well educated scientist after graduating Metropolis University
5. He goes through a very strange stage of puberty at 15 years old, due to being half Kryptonian. His ears would literally turn blue, forcing him to have to wear headphones over them when in public or a beanie while at school, he would at worst times get itches on his soles, underarms, and stomach, which usually created very awkward moments for him whenever he had to desperately scratch them in front of others who weren't his family and friends, he would get purple circles all over both arms that gad to be hidden by hoodies and long sleeve shirts, and his neck would also grow pink hairs that would shed off, grow, shed off, grow, and repeat everytime, making him have to wear one of Lois' scarfs to cover it up.
The only thing he would get that was similar to the human experience of puberty were zits on obvious parts of his face, except they were a bit more bigger than normal ones, which would result in him receiving annoying mean comments from bullies at school. He got so fed up with it one day, that he decided to finally pop them, but then Kara had to stop him, since she knew from experience that a Kryptonian zit is the type to ruin a whole room with all the large puss it has stored inside of it. She later made him a special meal that came from an old traditional Kryptonian recipe that she knows very well, promising him that it would help to calm all the symptoms down
They both enjoyed it and shared it with the rest of the family too. During that, everyone shared their own embarrassing times during Kryptonian puberty (even Lois as well, despite being human) with Jon, which helped to make him feel so much more better about his entire situation that day. And later, his symptoms began to calm down just like Kara said they would, which also made his day even more to see happening
After that, Kara shared the recipe with Jon for that special Kryptonian meal, so that he can continued eating it to keep making things easier for himself during all of this and once five months went by, everything finally went away and he was able to back to being his normal, happy self again
Thanks for the ask, buddy!!
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Good day, audric! You know I never understood why people interpreted the “I hate people who lie to themselves” scene as Naruto rejecting Sakura. They’re so proud of that scene that Naruto apparently isn’t such a “simp” for Sakura when we know that he meant there was that he’s fully aware that Sakura would never like him because she always loved Sasuke. Hence, him calling Sakura a person who is lying to herself (that she likes him). It was a sign of resignation and acceptance and if The Last didn’t happen, I bet Naruto would’ve been single all throughout his life.
Yeah I wouldn't have described that scene as a rejection, just him calling Sakura out because he knew she wasn't being genuine, both to him and to herself. However, I certainly wouldn't say that Naruto would've been perpetually single if The Last didn't happen. Naruto and Hinata were shown to be growing closer and closer throughout the latter stages of the manga, so I'm sure they would have become an item eventually, even if the events of The Last didn't happen. Hinata was planning on confessing again with that scarf she was making, so I'm sure Naruto would come to realise his feelings once she gave it, because the genjutsu in that lake didn't create feelings for Hinata, it helped him realise that the affection he had already been developing for her was different from that which he held for ramen.
So the feelings were already there, but The Last just helped Naruto realise what they actually were. If The Last didn't happen, I'm sure that he would have realised another way, likely by Hinata giving him that scarf, this time with no interruptions from Toneri.
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Spotify Wrapped Writing Prompt
Look, I was pretty sure someone asked for this, but I can't find the ask and I've written it and I think I'm a little bit in love with it, so sharing anyway.
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#66 - Hard To Handle by The Black Crowes
Eddie hates waiting in line. Life is too short (a lesson he learned the hard way) for standing around waiting for things. With the exception of getting gig tickets or getting into those gigs. Both valid reasons to wait.
Maybe less so this gig.
It’s not really his scene, there’s more than a few poseurs in the line, but Kyle likes the band and, as so often is the case with them, Kyle gets what Kyle wants.
Eddie gets… a little less.
He’s at the stage in his life, at the grand old age of twenty four, where he craves companionship over sex. While his friends are still fucking around, literally in some case, Eddie needs to settle. Needs the peace and stability. And he’d never, ever, admit it to anyone, but he needs to be taken care of. The thing is, thats a hard sell in your early twenties. But Kyle got it. Got him. His need to be looked after. The fact that he had scars and trauma and health issues from ‘an accident’. He was okay with all that.
For a while, anyway. Things change though, right?
Eddie earns shitty money, so Kyle pays more of the rent, and he gets the sense more and more that one wrong move, one missed pay check, or fuck, if he lost his job, Kyle would throw him out on the street. What’s love got to do with it? as Tina would say. So he finds himself toeing the line more and more. Doesn’t argue about the stupid shit, let’s Kyle have his way more and more. Just little things.
Little things mount up to be big things, though.
So yeah, he comes to gigs he’s not really into and he sees bands he might not have bothered to, and he listens to music thats okay, but it’s not him, you know? Its like, him adjacent.
And all of that is why he’s standing outside the Ritz Music Hall in Indianapolis, freezing his balls off, waiting to get in to see The Black Crowes.
Kyle got to talking to some people in the line, and Eddie just smiles and makes out like, yeah my god, great band, like he wouldn’t have been arguing a few years back about how Iron Maiden were clearly the superior artists. He doesn’t have the fight in him for those kind of arguments anymore. So he nods and smiled, hands shoved in the pockets of his shitty old leather jacket, scarf pulled tight around his face. Tight around that scar.
He zones out and he’s looking around, people watching, killing time. Eyes up and down the line as he keeps moving to keep warm. And he spots it, about thirty people ahead of him, that swoop of brown hair that he knows oh so well.
No fucking way.
He tells Kyle he thinks he’s spotted a friend, won’t be a second, and all that, and then heads down the sidewalk.
“Steve?”
Chestnut Swoop spins to look at him, and he didn’t even need him to, he knew who it was. Knows that hair anywhere. Those shoulders, the way he carries himself, the way he moves. Eddie knows it all.
“Eddie? Holy shit!”
Eddie nearly gets knocked off his feet, Steve lunging toward him and practically pulling him off the ground into a bear hug. He’s kind of lost for a second, before he wraps his own arms around Steve and squeezes back. He smells good, and Eddie recognises his cologne. Eternity for Men. He picked it out for Kyle, and Kyle just scrunched his nose up and walked off. Steve’s wearing it. Something Eddie would have chosen.
Steve pulls back from him but hangs on to his arms, like he’s taking him all in. Eddie’s heart is thundering in his chest.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Actually, scratch that, where the fuck have you been?”
“Here, in Indy… mostly. It’s a long story.” Steve raises an eyebrow but Eddie plows on, doesn’t give him a chance for a follow up question. “What about you man, here to see... “ he points to the marquee up above.
“Yeah,” answers Steve. “Yeah, there’s a few of us from work and, fuck! Robins here! She’s gone to pee,” Steve looks around, as if Robins pissing in the street, “uh, somewhere. Man she’s gonna lose her shit when she sees you.”
They talk, and Steve introduces his work friends and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s checking them out trying to work out which one is Steve’s girlfriend. Robin screeches “Eddie!” as she runs up the street, practically throws her self at him. He gets the overwhelming urge to cry. He’s feels like an idiot.
“Eddie? Come on man, we’ll lose our place.”
Kyle comes up behind him, looking mildly pissed. He’s eyeing up Steve’s friends and then his eyes are all over Steve. There’s no way he doesn’t recognise him. Eddie has a photo album that he started putting together in 1986. Pictures of the kids, of Wayne, of Robin and Nancy and Steve. There’s one of the four of them sitting on the porch of Wayne’s new trailer, beers in hand, all cheering at the camera as Wayne took the photograph. Eddie and Steve practically in each others lap. That one is in a frame. Kyle clocked something there straight away. Eddie gave him nothing. Close friend, he said. Kyle huffed, sure. Subject closed.
It was the weirdest thing. And it wasn’t just trauma bonding, or whatever the fuck Robin called it. The trauma got them together, maybe, threw them altogether on a big spin cycle and spat them out, but Eddie and Steve clicked. They’d have clicked without it. So easy to say opposites attract, but they weren’t that different really. Not when you scratched the surface.
And it wasn’t really anything but it wasn’t really nothing, either. There were late nights under blankets, and well you’re staying over and it’s cold so you may as well climb in the bed, dude, and I can’t sleep wanna go for a drive? and arms thrown around shoulders, and sitting side by side, knees touching. There were pinkies linked, hands over hands, lying in bed crying, foreheads touching. Nothing, but everything.
They had two good summers before Steve said he was moving away. Nothing for him in Hawkins, apparently. Eddie couldn’t hide the hurt, so he ended up burying it in the back of his van with his backpack and his guitar and left town first. Said goodbye to Wayne and just took off. He came back for holidays and birthdays, but if Steve or Robin did the same, Eddie never knew.
And now they’re outside the Ritzy Music Hall in Indianapolis and it’s November and its cold and Kyle is standing there like he wants to start swinging his dick. And Eddie? He just wants to grab Steve by the hand and run. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t run now. He follows.
“Um, I should get back,” he says.
Steve’s brows dip, like he’s confused. “Fuck no! Cut in with us. I’m not letting you out of my sight, dickhead.” Steve laughs but it’s stiff and his eyes don’t really leave Kyle.
“We’re good, thanks.” Kyle throws his arm over Eddies shoulder, pisses on his territory for all to see and starts to drag him away, but Eddie pulls out from under him.
“Just a second,” says Eddie. Kyle cuts him a look, sharp and beady. Eddie reaches into his pocket, finds a scrap of paper. No pen. Shit.
“Ooh, yes, pen! I have one!” says Robin, and he loves her, and fuck he’s missed her so much. And her hair is different, and she looks so cool. It’s only been three years and he’s missed it all.
He jots his number down and hands the paper over, before snatching it back and adding another.
“Top is mine, or Kyles, I guess,” and he’s so embarrassed at that, “but the bottom one is Waynes. He’d love to hear from you.”
And so its goodbye, and call soon, and he’s back in line with Kyle and Kyle is in a shitty mood now. Declares how he just wanted to enjoy his night, and well apparently Eddie running into the best friends he ever had, the ones he ran away from so they couldn’t hurt him first, well that just fucked Kyle’s night right up.
They’re in, eventually, and the band come on, and now Eddie at least has noise to drown out the thoughts ticking over in his head. He feels suddenly so empty, so cold. He has work in the morning, and he’s starting early and he could feign any number of ailments at this stage, but there’s this terrible little thought at the back of his mind that he could end up with all his shit thrown out in the street.
The band play a slow song, one he knows is called Miserable and deep inside he’s laughing at himself. Kyle is swaying away, one step away from getting his lighter out by the look of him, so Eddie taps him on the shoulder and tells him he’s going for a piss.
There’s another line at the bathroom, everyone else jumping out during the slow song, but eventually he’s at the front, gets in an out in less than a minute. He doesn’t want to go back inside. He keeps looking around, hoping he’ll see the swoop, or Robin’s pink streak in her blonde hair, but the place is packed and it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. He fucks off to the bar instead. Another line. Why not?
The song changes, and he knows this one, intimately. It’s an Otis Redding number. He has a really intense memory of his dad singing it for his mom. His dad fucking loved Otis Redding. It punches something inside him and he feels breathless. He gets to the front, orders his Jack and coke, he’s in a go big or go home kind of mood now, and its not until he opens his mouth to order that he tastes blood. He raises his hand and touches his lip. He was chewing it and he didn’t even notice it.
His mind’s in a fucking pit now, and there’s this song and he just wants to go home, but it’s not even his. Nothing is his.
There’s a hand tapping on his shoulder and like, a fucking fight is the last thing he wants and the best thing that could happen to him tonight. He turns and gets a face full of Steve Harrington.
“Hey, you okay?” How does he do that? How does he just stay so reasonable, so considerate? Eddie ran away and they see each other for the first time in years and he could be pissed and angry but instead he just makes Eddie want to climb inside him.
“No,” Eddie says, honest for once. And then Steve’s hand is in his and he’s being dragged from the building, and they’re out on the street, and fucking Kyle, he’s going to—
“Hey, Ed, dude look at me.”
“Kyle—”
“Fuck Kyle.”
“What?”
They’re back on the sidewalk, with the smokers and the early leavers, and it’s fucking cold so he can’t hide the shiver.
Steve rubs his hands up and down the sides of Eddie’s arms, because he remember. The way the cold seeps into Eddie’s bones and never leaves once it’s there. He remembers.
“I said fuck Kyle.”
“I have to…”
“You don’t have to do anything. You look fucking miserable, and I don’t like the way he talks to you. I don’t like the way you shrink when he stands next to you. You used to shine. He doesn’t make you shine.”
And what is he supposed to say to that?
“I’d make you shine.” Steve says that. Steve Harrington says that to Eddie Munson. Eddie stops breathing.
“I…”
“I’ve missed you, Eddie. So fucking much.” Steve looks right at him, eyes bright and wet.
Eddie can barely answer, his throat tight. He sniffs, just nods like a fool in the middle of the street. “I’ve missed you, too.”
“Let’s go somewhere. Get some food or something.”
“Robin—”
“Robins fine, she’s with her girlfriend.”
And he just nods again, like a dashboard ornament. “Kyle—”
“Do you love him?”
“What?’
Steve laughs. “I said. Do. You. Love. Him?”
Does he?
He loves having someone at home when he is because he hates being alone. He loves having someone lie next to him in bed so that when he wakes up the world feels real. He loves having someone to cook for, someone to go grocery shopping with. Someone to hold when they’re having a bad day, someone to hold him when his world is falling apart. Someone to show his favourite films to, to play his favourite albums to, to share books with. To laugh with. Someone to sit in the drive in and hold hands with. He loves that.
But he doesn’t love Kyle. And Kyle doesn’t love him.
“You always know, don’t you?”
Steve smiles at him, that cocky little smirk of his. Gorgeous.
“I always know.”
Steve takes his hand and they walk together.
Side by side.
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Hes gone
Summary- yn potters boyfriend (cedric diggory)dies and she dosent handle it well.
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Yn Potter was, of course, just as famous as her brother, maybe even a little more. It was no secret that everyone fancied the beautiful girl.
But everyone knew that her heart was already claimed by the one and only cedric diggory. The two of them had been together since the 2nd year and still going strong even tho they thought it wouldn't be anything important as they were both young.
Even tho they were two years apart it didn't stop them from falling more and more in love with each other everyday.
Even snape couldn't bring himself to hate the relationship between them, the relationship didn't just bring happiness to themselves but to everyone around them they were simply made for eachother nothing could ever come between the two.
The two would always be seen walking in the halls with each other as yn happily spoke about anything and everything on her mind, and Cedric simply let her, smiling as he looked at her with adoration and love.
They would hold each other tightly when they were scared of what the future held in front of them.
In the free time, they'd play in the yard playfully, tackling each other and laughing as they put fruit in each other's mouth.
Cedric had even memorised every Taylor swift song just so he could impress yn and sing her, her favourite songs.
When they argued, it never lasted longer than a day before they apologised and were back to how they were like, nothing had happened.
Their relationship was perfect. You couldn't describe it as anything over than perfect.
It was now the last stage of the triwizard tournament, and yn was wearing a gryffindor jumper and a hufflepuff scarf to support her twin brother and boyfriend.
"Who are you hoping to win, your twin or your boyfriend?" A girl spoke From next to where yn stood with hermiome and Ron.
"I don't really mind who wins as long as they are both ok im happy." Yn spoke with a kind smile waving at Cedric as he blew her a kiss.
She laughed a little, taking a photo of him and Harry on her polariod as he smiled at her happiness.
Cedric ran up to the stands and kissed yn whispering how he loved her before going back to stand in line waiting for the tournament to start.
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I looked down at Cedric lifeless body crying ad I remembered they events that had just happened.
Voldemort had killed cedric and attempted to do the same to me, except my parents and cedrics spirit had helped me win against him.
I remember the last words out of Cedric mouth crystal clear.
"Bring my body back to my father and yn, please keep her safe for me and tell her I love her more than word could ever tell her"
I grabbed his body and the port key and was taken back where everyone was waiting.
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Harry had arrived, and everyone cheered for him, but something wasn't right.
Cedric wasn't moving and Harry was clinging to his body with tears streaming down his face as he met my eyes mouthing that he was sorry.
Thats when I noticed how cold his body looked I stood up and ran over to where he was dropping to my knees screaming in distraught as his father joined crying in just as much pain as I was, we both cried while hugging his lifeless body.
His father stood up as dumbledore helped him up and escorted him away from the scene trying to do the same to me.
"No, please baby, please don't leave me, please don't leave me," I whispered over and over again into his shoulder.
Harry came over and hugged me from behind as I refused to let him go, not wanting to believe he was actually gone.
"I couldn't save him yn im sorry voldemort killed him to get to me im sorry I couldn't help I tried". Harry cried, trying his best to comfort me while telling me what had happened.
The news had only made me cry more, My boyfriend was murdered the same exact way my parents were murdered.
The grounds were cleared with only mcgonagall, snape, dumbledore, and Harry trying to coax me away from him gently.
Snape leaned down to my level, sympathy in his eyes. I had never seen any emotion except hate in his eyes when looking at me.
"Come on, yn, it's time to let him go," he whispered gently as he would break me if he spoke any louder.
Mcgonagall had pulled snape away and knelt down in front of me gently, grabbing me, pulling me away from the body sitting on the ground with me holding me tightly as the others covered cedrics body.
I grabbed her robes tightly, crying into them as she stroked my hair gently.
"His gone, Minnie, he's really gone, I can't live without him. I just can't please tell me it's not real"
"Im sorry, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," she spoke, cradling me gently.
"Come on dear lets go back to the common room and get warm" she spoke standing up and leading me to the gryffindor common room as I curled up into my bed clinging to a photo of Cedric, breaking down as she left the room to give me my space.
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Mcgonagall made her way to dumbledores office where snape and dumbledore himself were waiting for an update on the girl.
"How is she?" Snape asked eagerly, voice filled with concern as soon as mcgonagall had entered the room.
"Broken, she's absolutely shattered," she spoke quietly, trying not to cry as she remembered the look on the girls face when she climbed into bed and saw a picture of the two.
They all looked to the ground, not knowing what to say about the events of the night before leaving and going back to their houses.
The day after his funeral, it was classes, and yn hadn't shown up to any classes. The teachers had noticed but left her to herself to grieve.
Instead, the girl spent her time in her room drinking till she passed out and smoked till she couldn't walk. It was the only way she knew how to numb the pain.
She had also begun cutting herself, blaming herself for every little thing that had ever happened.
She was slowly killing herself and wasn't making an effort to stop.
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Mcgonagall and snape had decided that they should go and check up on the girl as she hadn't left the rooms since the incident.
When they entered the room, they hadn't expected what they saw.
The room was trashed cupboards were smashed and things were thrown on the floor, the floor was littered in empty alcohol bottles, empty pipe bottles, and burnt out cigarettes.
But there was no sign of yn.
But the bathroom door was slightly cracked open, making the professors think that's where she was.
Before they could walk to the door, Harry entered the room, witnessing the state it was in with the same shocked expression that mcgonagall and snape previously had shown before it changed into sorrow.
Harry walked to the door before knocking and not gaining any reply. He cautiously opened the door a little before gasping and running in.
Mcgonagall and snape followed his steps before laying their eyes on what harry had opened the door on.
They ran to the girls' side, trying to wake her, but it was pointless.
She was already gone.
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Today was the day that the pain would finally end, I had decided it was time to finally let go and go somewhere peaceful.
Somewhere where I would meet my parents and finally be reunited with Cedric.
It had taken a lot of thought about not wanting to leave Harry behind, but I knew he'd be ok with his friends, and I'd still be with him just ad a spirit, though.
I grabbed my blade and pills, sitting down against the bathroom wall, writing a letter to whoever found me so that they had some sort of goodbye from me.
"Dear everyone,
Let's start with the most important person, harry, please dont dwell on it too much I know that this isn't the best way to go but I have no choice, we all know that staying here I would just continue destroying myself more and more everyday, so I want you to know that I am now in a better place with our parents and Cedric, and until the day that you die by old age I'll promise to watch after you everyday, im not saying don't be sad I mean of course you'll be sad im not they're to annoy you with my Taylor swift karaoke anymore, more along dont take this as a tragic suicide, take this as me finally meeting peace that we both know I needed, im not really gone I'll still show up randomly as a ghost and help you kill voldemort and embarrass you with karaoke in the great hall with nearly headless nick, so this isn't goodbye it's a I'll see you in heaven when you're old and wrinkly and I'll see ya around hogwarts when I randomly visit i love you hazza, and Minnie same goes for you I'll still continue to show up and gossip about all the people in the afterlife, and thank you, thank you for being my parental figure when I had no one else I love you minnie, snape and dumbledore I may not be your biggest fan nor are you mine but I'm still gonna say a partial goodbye even though you'll both soon be up here with me since your both extremely old anyways moving on again, to all the other professors that have taught me, thank you that's all ive gotta say is thank you and see ya soon, now for my friends I love all of you dearly and don't think you've finally escaped me, and Ron and hermione if you two don't hurry up and admit you love eachother I'll haunt you while you sleep, and to every other student in hogwarts heres a piece of advice just do what your scared of because if you don't you'll end up living with what ifs instead of im happy I did that, anyways thats all I've got for all of you just one more thing make sure you play the most out of pocket songs at my funeral, that's all so bye for now".
Love yn."
I placed the paper beside me before opening the bottle and taking a handful.
And finally, the darkness overtook me, and I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.
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It was my sisters funeral today as I read out the letter she left a few laughs were shared along with some cries from the people who really knew her as I finished the letter I looked up at the sky saying a goodbye to her even though i knew it wasn't really goodbye.
We planted her beside Cedric, decorating the graves with photos with both of them and special things that belonged to the two.
I silently cried with Ron and hermiome but also smiling, knowing that she was finally at peace.
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As I entered the white gates of heaven I couldn't help but laugh at how cliche it all was but that's when I noticed them standing there waiting for me.
My parents, they ran over to me, embracing me in a hug filled with tears and laughter.
We pulled away as my father grabbed my face and kissed my forehead.
"Hey sweetheart, welcome home," he said as Mum smiled, pushing the hair out of my face to look at me properly.
"Mum, dad, God, I've missed you," I spoke, and they smiled, holding my hand.
"We missed you two, sweetie, but first look behind you," they smiled as i turned around confused only to see him standing there.
"Couldn't stay away could you love" Cedric laughed smiling as I ran over to him jumping into his arms embracing him tightly, he held me laughing a little while slowly lowering me back down to the ground.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he wrapped his around waist, pulling me in and kissing me softly.
"I love you," we both whispered in sync, hugging each other tightly.
My parents joined the hug after a while as we all smiled happily.
I was finally at peace.
#Spotify#james potter#marauders x reader#dead gay wizards#marauders fic#lily evans#yn potter#potter siblings#cedric diggory#regulus arcturus black#james & peter & remus & sirius#sirius black#remus lupin#moldy voldy
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˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ taylor swift legacy challenge (swiftacy) for sims 3
hii! in this post i am gonna be sharing my legacy challenge i created using a simcord member’s taylor swift legacy for ts3 as a base. (credit to sugar!) this also takes inspiration from some sims 4 swiftacys. i hope you have fun with this if you try it! tag me in your gameplay screenies :3 ill be posting some of mine soon!
rules under the cut!
complete the given lifetime wish every generation
each goal must be met before the next heir takes over
♡ generation 1 - debut
colors: blue, green
world: any country-ish town, appaloosa plains
traits: childish, ambitious, virtuoso, loves the outdoors, over-emotional
career: music
LTW: rock star
hobby: guitar
requirements:
live in the same town your whole life
frequently play guitar for tips
have an unrequited love with someone in a relationship before moving on and having a fairy-tale romance with your soulmate
master guitar and charisma skill
♡ generation 2 - fearless
colors: gold, white
world: same town as gen 1
traits: equestrian, good, excitable, artistic, easily impressed
career: self-employed painter
LTW: master of the arts
hobby: painting
requirements:
meet a sim in your teen years that you have an on-and-off relationship into adulthood with—break up twice before eventually getting married
have a close relationship with all your family members
have a best friend from adolescence till death
have at least one horse (preferably white)
♡ generation 3 - speak now
colors: purple, pink
world: any, hidden springs
traits: clumsy, hot-headed, bookworm, avant-garde, ambitious
career: journalist or self-employed writer
LTW: professional author
hobby: writing
requirements:
must write 14 books, each named after a speak now song
date a least one person in the adult life stage during the first half of your young adulthood
fall in love with your best friend and convince them to leave their partner for you, eventually marry your best friend turned lover
specialize in writing romance novels
master the writing skill
♡ generation 4 - red
colors: red, black
world: starlight shores
traits: party animal, irresistible, diva, schmoozer, natural born performer
career: singer
LTW: vocal legend
hobby: social networking
requirements:
must experience a very bad break up with a kleptomaniac partner (where’d that red scarf go?)
date at least one celebrity at some point in your life
consistently throw parties with your closest friends
master singing and social networking skill
♡ generation 5 - 1989
colors: beige, dark lilac/blue
world: any city world, bridgeport
traits: star quality, charismatic, social butterfly, photographer’s eye, great kisser
career: actor
LTW: superstar actor
hobby: photography
requirements:
must have a close group of friends that you meet as a young adult (5+)
take photographs (polaroids) of your life and hang them around your room
have at least 3 failed relationships before finding the one
have one close friend in your teenage years that later becomes your enemy when you’re a young adult
master photography and charisma skill
♡ generation 6 - reputation
colors: black/gray, dark green
world: any
traits: loner, kleptomaniac, hates the outdoors, brooding, brave
career: criminal
LTW: master thief
hobby: athletic
requirements:
have at least 3 enemies and no more than 2 close friends
have 3 consistent affairs before leaving your partner and settling down with the third affair
must steal something of value + a car from your ex partner
master athletic skill
♡ generation 7 - lover
colors: pastel pink, yellow, & blue
world: any tropical world
traits: excitable, friendly, family-orientated, hopeless romantic, cat person
career: education
LTW: surrounded by family
hobby: cooking/baking
requirements:
must have at least one cat
partake in protests when possible
always wear colorful clothing & makeup
be popular as a teenager in high school (have 5+ friends, have a significant other, join an after school activity, and attend every school dance)
break up with your high school sweetheart when you’re a young adult and find your soulmate while on a vacation—elope with them once you return to your hometown
♡ generation 8 - folklore
colors: light gray, mossy green
world: any woodsy world, moonlight falls
traits: green thumb, perfectionist, unlucky, gatherer, adventurous
career: self-employed gardener
LTW: the perfect garden
hobby: gardening
requirements:
live in a secluded, woodland area
must be in a love triangle as a teenager
reunite with an old friend from childhood as a young adult
master gardening skill
optional: become a witch as a young adult
♡ generation 9 - evermore
colors: brown, orange
world: any, riverview
traits: commitment issues, genius, loves the cold, rebellious, neurotic
career: law enforcement
LTW: forensic specialist: dynamic DNA profiler
hobby: logic
requirements:
have a close relationship with your grandparents
kill a friend’s spouse in retaliation for your friend’s murder
reunite with an ex partner from your teen years & marry them
have an ongoing affair during your marriage and end up with an affair baby—swear that it’s your spouse’s child for the rest of your life (this child will be the heir)
master logic skill
♡ generation 10 - midnights
colors: lavender, dark blue, gold
world: any
traits: workaholic, cat person, night owl, perceptive, dramatic
career: fortune teller
LTW: celebrity psychic
hobby: mixology
requirements:
have a cat named karma
wait until you are halfway through adulthood to get married
write a single book about your family’s legacy
as an adult, discover generation 9’s infidelity and meet your other biological parent in secret
own a bar & name it after a song on midnights
master mixology
optional: frequently travel to france
: ̗̀➛ if for some reason you prefer to have the rules on a google doc, here's the link to that
thanks for reading!
#sims3#s3#sims 3 challenge#sims 3 legacy#legacy challenge#taylor swift#taylor swift legacy#sims 3 taylor swift legacy#sims 3#sims 3 gameplay#ts3
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✨The Devil’s in the Details✨
(Pt 3/?)
(Matt Murdock x Reader)
AU: Well here's the third chapter, I hope you're liking it so far. I'll try to work on my other story these days so if I don't make an update on this one its just that I may be a bit overwhelmed by Uni
Thanks ❤️❤️
(Part two in here
Summary: Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.
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I have always hated the smell of Hospitals.
As I enter the long term aisle, the scent of bleach and hand sanitizer already overwhelms my senses. My head is already starting to turn.
Saturdays were my only free day of the week, and visiting my mother in the morning has been my routine for quite a while now.
I finally reach her room as I softly knock at her door frame.
“Is Miss Emmerston here ?”
I smile at her as she’s already awake eating her breakfast. I was happy to see her being able to eat solid food again, even if I knew how tasteless the meals here usually were.
“Honey.” She softly smiles back at me, “You came in early today”
My mother’s voice has always been so sweet.
Looking at her, I understand how people so often say I’m her carbon cop, the only difference being the color of my skin that I surely inherited from my father.
“How are you feeling this morning mom ?”
“Not bad… not bad… Doctors have said my last treatment has been giving good results ”
I’ll never know what triggered it all, but I still have the vivid image of my mother laying on the ground as I had to call the emergency number. A late diagnosis of HF they told me, lucky she even made out at this stage.
Apparently it was a family issue as they also did some exams on me and discovered I did need a pacemaker. I had to decline it as I couldn’t afford it.
I’ve been ok for now I'll manage
Of course the total bill didn’t come in cheap, especially as my mother had to often prolong her stays at the hospital.
“I have a good feeling this time”
I force myself to smile at her.
I didn't want to worry her either about my current situation and she seemed to be genuinely happy.
She suddenly gives me a curious look, a little smirk being visible on her lips.
“What about you honey… any special news ?” She murmured, “Any boyfriend out there ?”
I slightly blush as she asks me so, unwillingly thinking about Matt.
“Mom…y know I ain't got time for that stuff”
My mother gives me a sad smile shaking her head
“You’re so young and pretty, you also need to enjoy life y'know honey”
I look out the window, thinking about my late night conversation with Fisk. He hasn’t reached for me yet.
“I will… I will… for now I'm here for you”
I take her hand as I hold it with a strong grip, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
I'll get you through this mom. No matter what it may cost me
“Anyways” , I lighten my tone a bit as I get some needles and wool from my bag, “It’s time we continue to knit that scarf.. shall we ?“
……….
She hasn’t called in yet.
Maybe it was a bit rushed, but it's been some days and he hasn’t heard anything from the waitress at Josie’s . Matt has started to question if his idea of leaving a contact card was the correct one.
“Matt, you stop pacing around the room please ?” Foggy murmurs slightly annoyed “I’m trying to read up some papers here”
Matt shakes his head, he wouldn’t admit he was hoping for her call
“Sorry for that Foggs”, he sits down “I’m just trying to come out with a good opening statement for this case”
“Bullshit, you’re thinking about that girl aren’t you “
Matt sighs, he wasn’t in the mood to have that conversation. Foggy smiles, taking it as an affirmation of his suspicions.
“You could’ve actually given her your number rather than your lawyer credentials” Foggy couldn’t hide is smirk, “She may have thought you were in search of a client, not a date”
Matt chuckles softly as he can’t help but to be humored by Foggy's remark.
“What about both ?” Matt interjects “I can’t explain it, Foggs.. there’s something about her..”
“So you’re attracted to her?”
“No.. o well yes… o well I meant.. I couldn’t exactly read her…it was intriguing”
Foggy didn’t seem to be fully following.
“She was clearly attracted to you too mate.. especially with you using that charm”
Matt shakes his head, that wasn’t the point he was trying to get across. It was mostly obvious (y/n) was attracted to him, her heartbeats increasing and the temperature of her skin getting hotter too. Yet, she didn’t even dare to take a risk at him that night. Not one word, not even a playful tone, it’s like she is holding herself back. Matt could also sense her being overstimulated by the environment yet did not falter to smile once.
“I’m not sure how to explain it…”
He thinks back at the conversation he couldn’t help but to ear drop, as he learned she was the one taking care of her mother.
“I just feel she may also need our help”.
Foggy stands up as he lets out a chuckle, patting Matt's shoulder.
“I think you’re just trying to justify yourself in here “, as he’s about to leave the room he gives Matt a look “Just try to drop the virtuous vigilante stuff for once and have some fun all right ?”
Matt resigns as he simply nods
“I will Foggs I will… see ya tomorrow”
As Matt is now alone in his office, he wonders if he should be the one to call back.
The memory of her sweet perfume, soft voice and nervous chuckles returns to his mind again.
All night he could sense her going back and forth serving clients, as he had hoped he could have talked to her more.
Guess that’ll stay a mystery
Suddenly the phone rings, and Matt is surprised someone had called in so late
“Nelson and Murdock ?”
“Matt is that you.. I don’t know if you remember but you gave me that card… at Josie’s ?”
It was her voice. He freezes for a second until he continues with a nonchalant tone.
“(y/n) glad to hear you.. listen it's late now but we could continue this conversation tomorrow afternoon if you’re free”
The voice on the other side of the line hesitates slightly but continues.
“I’ll be working… but I could do a cup of coffee during my lunch break “
“Any place in mind or-
“What about Owls Cafe, its not to far from my job”
Matt liked her decisiveness
“Works for me… then meet ya there at 12 all right ?”
“All right… goodnight Matt”
“Goodnight”
He hangs as a little smirk appears on his face.
This girl had piqued his curiosity indeed.
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Here's the second part of the story! Two in one day! I'm excited!
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Chapter 2: Star of the show
The day was busy as always on his way to the studio. Wally Darling drove around in his 1967 Pontiac Firebird, painted a beautiful bright red and with modified pedals for his little legs, with a scarf over his hair and some sunglasses on his face to keep the public from recognizing him as he pulled up to the PlayFellow Studio building. Another day of work and he didn't like it. Wally loved his job, don't get him wrong, but he hated the way the employees there treated his friends when he wasn't there. It made him angry beyond comparison to any diva known in history.
Today was a bit different, though. He could feel it in his system. Today might have a surprise in store. If it was for better or for worse, Wally would have to wait and see. His friends were all waiting for him in one of the conference rooms. One of the stage hands guided him there and he sat down in a chair next to Barnaby.
"Remind me again why we're here?" Poppy asked as she scratched at her neck feathers, a nervous habit she had picked up a bit more recently
"The tailors are coming in today…" Frank said, clearly irritated. He didn't like the two tailors that were hired by PlayFellow, Eric and Jessica Mathews "I swear, if they have those plain old outfits again, I'm filing a complaint"
"I agree" Sally piped up "This is a kids' show! Kids like seeing colors and cool patterns!"
The doors burst open, and the two tailors came in, a smaller figure pushing the cart. Like usual, Eric called the names, and Jessica handed the puppet their respective costumes. The cast were all blown away by the immediate quality and embroidered detailing on their costumes. Wally was especially surprised at the quality. This was definitely a step up from the last outfit set he was forced to wear.
"Do you like it?" A little voice asked from next to him
Wally looked down to see a pair of black eyes looking up at him expectantly through her long, matted blue hair, which framed her yellow felt face. She wore a ratty gray dress with a long skirt, long sleeves, and no shoes. The little puppet in front of him was touching her index fingers together nervously as she waited for his answer.
"Uuhhh…Y-Yeah, I do" He answered, a little startled by this small puppet's question "...I'm sorry, and you are?"
"Willow" She held out a hand for him. Wally smiled and took her hand, gently shaking it
"Wally Darling. Pleased to make your acquaintance" He said sweetly, making this little girl smile
She looked behind Wally and saw the cast congratulate Eric and Jessica for the new looks they all got. Jessica tried to be humble about it, but Eric was soaking it up. She let go of Wally and frowned deeply
"He's doing it again…" She said sadly
"Huh?" Wally turned around and watched the scene "Doing what?"
"...Daddy's stealing the credit again…" She said in almost a whisper before covering her mouth
Wally looked down at Willow and noticed the fear radiating off of her. The poor little thing was trembling as she glanced between Eric and her dirty, slightly injured looking feet. Wally put his costume on the conference table and kneeled down in front of Willow. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, getting her attention as she looked him in the eye. She looked so afraid…
"…Did you make these outfits?" He asked softly as not to interrupt the conversation behind him
Willow nodded timidly
"And Eric is taking all the credit for it?"
Another nod
Wally's face darkened. Not only was a small child, and a puppet no less, doing the job Eric and Jessica were meant to be doing, but Eric was taking the credit for this kid’s work!? It made his anger burn in his chest, but he maintained his composure as best he could as he got up onto his feet. He gave Willow a signal to stay quiet. She nodded before noticing her father signal for her to come to him. The little one obliged and went over to Eric and Jessica. Jessica looked over at Wally, who looked rather pissed off, pulled a notepad and pen from her purse, and wrote something down as Willow and Eric started taking the rack back to their car. She gave a note to Wally and ran to speak with her husband
“Wow, Wally. You’ve gotta admit they really stepped up their game this time, huh?” Barnaby spoke up as Wally read the note “…Wally?”
Wally wasn’t listening at the moment as most of the others ran to their dressing rooms to try on the new costumes. The note was concerning…
‘Willow needs time away from Eric. I’ll take up sewing in her place, but is it possible she can come by the studio more often?’
Wally was snapped out of his thoughts as Barnaby gently shook his shoulder, causing the little yellow puppet to look up at his closest friend.
“Oh! Sorry, Barnaby, could you say that again?” Wally asked, clearly startled
“You okay?” Barnaby inquired as he tilted his head “You seem a bit…nervous”
“It’s nothing. I’m fine” Wally said as he placed a hand on his friend’s paw “I just remembered that I have to ask the tailors one last thing before they leave. I’ll be ready to record soon, but I need to get going”
With that, Wally grabbed his costume and left the conference room. He left it on the door handle of his dressing room and made a mad dash for the parking lot, stopping just in time to see Eric shove poor Willow into the back of his car. That really made him angry, but he had to be polite if this was going to work.
“Wait!!!” He called out as he ran over to them, stopping Eric before he could get into the car
“M-Mister Darling” Eric spoke up, a bit nervous once Wally approached. Most employees of PlayFellow were nervous around him “H-How can I help you?”
“I just wanted to thank you for the amazing job you did” Wally said sweetly, sneaking Willow a wink as she watched from the car window “And as a token of gratitude, I’d like to offer something”
“Yes?” Eric was listening closely, not seeing Wally’s smile grow as a mischievous glint came to his black eyes
“I’d like to offer your daughter a chance to visit the studio any time she wants starting today”
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