If THG's characters are a fanfic writers/readers, what do you feel would be their AO3/ffn account name and icon?

Also, what would be their preferred read (example : rating = K, T, G, M, E; type = canon, canon-divergent, modern AU etc.) and what kind of comments would they leave on a fic?

You can include as many characters as you can or want.

Thank you so much 😊

@curiousnonny

Hi @curiousnonny!

Thank you for sending this ask to the fandom world =) I super enjoyed everyone's answers. Here is my take =D

Katniss - I’d say she’s mostly a reader of Prim’s and Madge’s fics. She didn’t even make her account, Madge made it for her at the library with her phone using the school’s free WiFi. Madge named her account ineedAwarmaHug0508 and Katniss was totally mad about it, but she didn’t know how to edit or delete the account so she just scowled at Madge the whole week. One day, Madge showed her a black and white fanart sketch of her OTP made by Whatsyourfavoritecolor314 and she decided to subscribe to it. She didn’t know the whirlwind she was in for because this account updated regularly and posted impeccable works. At night, she would end up reading the fanfics that Whatsyourfavouritecolor314 made the fanart for. Rating limit: M. But writers often rate their stories lower so …

Prim - Writes mostly fluffy stories. Those with cats and dogs, warm hugs, flowers, and the meadows. Loves modern AU and travel fics. She lets her ship kiss in the third chapter because she can’t stand slow burn. Madge always tells her to wait and to build things up even more but she doesn’t like it. If they’re meant to be then they’re meant to be. Her OTP likes holding hands, smiling at each other with the biggest and goofiest smiles, and making chicken soup and hot tea when one is sick. They always get married at the end. Toastbabies are a must in every epilogue. Her account would be lifeisbeautiful. Her icon would be a yellow flower.

Peeta - Of course a fan artist! But he also dabbles in writing because he is very good with words. He’s Whatsyourfavoritecolor314 and he supports all kinds of fan artists out there. He would leave a lengthy comment that you would reserve reading last because you want to take your time savoring his praise and replying to his comment. His writing is mostly dark and he writes every time he has a nightmare. It helps him sort out what’s real and what’s not real. His writing account is under a different name: nobodyneedsme. Finnick and Rye are the only two people who know his writing account. He often gets fic recs from people in the fandom.

Johanna - Definitely a chili pepper in her writing. She loves writing threesomes, narrating all the bodily fluids that get released and sucked by whoever in the tangled mess of limbs and hair. Invents words for body parts that leave everyone wet and blushing. She uses languages from her heritage and loves making things spicy hot (hot! hot! hot! ) Only writes angst, and canon-typical violence, and there is no assurance of a HEA. Read at your own risk. You don’t like it? Don’t read. Never skip the trigger warnings in her fics. She couldn’t care less about hits and subscribers. She has a gazillion followers though, because of her smutty fics, and she rolls out drabbles faster than you can send an ask. Account name: JoMason07

Rue - besties with Prim. They do a lot of collab during the weekends and have an actual notebook where they write their ideas. They switch between chapters and plot the whole story together while giggling like crazy for their OTP. Rue makes a playlist for all of their fic and they listen to it while they write for inspo. Account name: ihavewings. Writes K to T, but she and Prim are thinking of writing up to M after they graduate from high school.

Effie - fandom mom. Organizes writing sprints, book rereads, and challenges. Checks up on everybody. Runs an impressive archive and posts like clockwork. She invests in setting up prizes for challenge writers, fan artists, and readers. Reads all fics. M are her faves. 

Haymitch - reader of historical AUs. Leaves drunk comments which Plutarch Heavensbee has to rationalize. His icon would be his goose.

Gale - reader. And he only reads because he found out from Prim and Rory that Katniss reads fanfiction. He loves historical AUs and multi-chapter dark fics. He leaves comments that create an uproar and he gets into a heated exchange every time. His icon would be a black and white wolf with piercing eyes. Account name: SilentHunter

Annie - ships extraordinary ships. Super loyal to her extraordinary ship, writing stories that go up to 70+ chapters. She writes until her characters are senior citizens, living peacefully and loving each other just like when they were teenagers. Icon: a lady with her back to the camera, staring peacefully at the horizon by the beach. Name: lovingstories

Finnick - loves dragon fics and fairy tale/ Greek/Roman-inspired fics. He doesn’t write but leaves lengthy comments that give writers ideas to research and integrate into their stories. Name: anysecretsworthmytime. Icon: A photo taken from behind of him hugging Annie during their afternoon walks by the beach. 

Cinna - reader, gif, and fic aesthetic maker. He helps you leave an impression. Icon: eye with gold eyeliner. Name: eyeforbeauty

I suppose that’s it. This was fun and hard at the same time. Lol.

Take care, @curiousnonny

Bluebell

Chapter 37

After being abruptly transferred to the BAU at what she suspects was Gideon's request, Cassie Boann struggles to find her footing. Shy and solitary by nature, the transition is made all the more difficult when Dr. Spencer Reid seems to take an almost immediate dislike to her. Unfortunately for them both, their respective areas of expertise leave them paired off more often than not. But when Cassie's past literally starts hunting her, Spencer is forced to consider that he might, in fact, not hate her at all.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Spencer Reid x OC

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kidnapping, stalking, drug use, blood, injury, death, PTSD, eventual smut, more tags to be added

Series Masterlist

Read on AO3

37. Disarm

Gideon stared at the girl across from him in the narrow diner booth, staring out the window. She was thin, her black curls wild, freckles more prominent for how pale she’d become. She wore a black sweater that was at least four sizes too big for her and a pair of ripped jeans, both clearly worse for wear. Her sneakers were dirty and too small, judging by her stride walking in and the left hinge of her glasses had been repaired with scotch tape. There was a fading bruise on her chin, right below the healing split to her lip. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened to your lip?” He asked, trying to catch her eye, to get her to look at him. She’d refused to do so since he’d picked her up.

“Nope,” she replied, popping the P. He sighed. 

“If you’re being mistreated—“

“What does it matter? It’s not like the next placement will be any different.”

“We can find you a better placement. I can call Robert right now and work it all out.”

She didn’t answer, just continued staring blankly out of the window.

“Bebe—“

“Uncle J, just leave it, okay? It doesn’t matter.”

“It absolutely does matter.”

“Just—can we talk about something else? You’re here because of those murders down by Akron, right? The dude with the machete?”

“It’s not an appropriate conversation to be having.”

“Why not? It’s in all the papers.”

“Because you’re ten.”

“So? It’s not like I haven’t seen people hacked up before.”

Gideon sighed. 

“How’s school?”

“Boring. Every time I transfer they’re always reading Catcher in the Rye. If I have to read it one more time I might finish Reagan off myself. I’m starting to think Hickley was on to something.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

They both looked up as the food arrived. Gideon thanked the waitress as Bebe dug in, not bothering to wait for it to cool. She ate too fast, like she was scared it would all disappear. 

He’d have to call Robert. 

“Do you have any new leads? ‘Cause I was thinking maybe you should get the lab to test for bisphenol in the first hundred microns of the bone. I mean, the amount of osteoporosis present in the last one doesn’t fit the profile of the others, unless there was a contributing environmental factor that accelerated bone density loss.”

“We’re still working on it. I’ll see what I can do, I have a contact down at the lab that owes me a favor.”

“Tell them to check for phalates and pesticides too, they can also lead to bone loss.”

“How’d you learn all that?”

“They got computers at the library here, you can find pretty much anything on them. Only decent thing about this place.”

She turned back to her food.

“Got anything planned this weekend?” Gideon asked. 

“Like what?”

“Don’t you have games on the weekend? I thought you played soccer.”

“In Virginia, when I was six. Besides, I’m at the high school. Everyone in my class is almost four years older than me. They’d wipe the floor with me.”

“What about at the Parks and Rec department? It’d be good for you to do something with kids your own age.”

“Why? They’re boring, and I’d rather go to the library. I have to think about college.”

“That’s still a ways off.”

“Not really. Unless WitSec screws up my transcripts again I’ll be applying in three years. Two, if they let me skip Sophomore year like I want to.”

“Three years is still a long time.”

“Not that long. Then, once I finish my I can join the Bureau,” she said, avoiding his gaze. 

“You have to be twenty-three to join the Bureau.”

“Not if they make an exception, which they do for special candidates. And I have an IQ of 174 and have been studying forensic analysis since I was nine, so they’d be stupid not to.”

“And what if we find him before then?”

“Then I’m going to be an archeologist and study genomic trends in the evolution of early hominids, or go excavate old tombs or something. I don’t know."

"I thought you wanted to be a concert pianist, like your dad? You were always so talented."

"Can’t really consider it as long as Shit Head keeps sending me vertebrae, can I? Plus, it's not like I can practice anymore.”

“We’re going to find him.”

She stared at her plate for a long moment, a white knuckled grip on her fork.

“You know, I got in trouble last week? For ‘ignoring’ my history teacher? ‘Cause she kept calling ‘Adrienne’ and I just got used to Madeline. And by the time I get used to Hanna it’ll be Sydney, or Julie, or Claire. This is my fifth placement in less than three years.”

“I know, kiddo. I’m sorry.”

“Why can’t I just come back to Virginia with you?”

Gideon felt his heart break a little at the words, at how small she sounded, at the tears welling up behind her eyes. 

“You know I’m on the road all the time with cases.”

“I can take care of myself. I promise, you won’t even know I’m there—“

“You know that’s not the problem. No judge would sign off on it. You’re still a kid, you need someone looking after you.”

Bebe just stared at him a moment, defeated, before turning back to the remainder of her meal. It was the same argument they’d had a dozen times, the same heart-rending conclusion. But she always asked, even though he knew she knew what the answer would be.

He took her to the bookstore next door while he called Robert from Witsec to see how quickly he could get her moved. She disappeared into the poetry section, shoulders slumped. 

“How fast can you move B39567’s placement?”

“The kid? He sent another one?”

“No. But she’s showing signs of abuse. Won’t say anything but it’s pretty clear.”

“Shit, alright, I’ll see what I can do. It’ll probably take me at least until the morning though. You good with keeping her until then?”

“Of course. Just let me know what you come up with.”

“Will do. I’ll call you when I have something.” 

He hung up. Gideon sighed and turned around, looking for wherever Bebe had wandered off to. He found her at the back of the shop, engrossed in a thick volume. He watched her for a moment, noting the way her brow had softened for the first time since he’d picked her up, how she looked nearly her age, just eleven, despite the fact that she was tearing through Witold Gombrowicz’s Cosmos. That she resembled her father so much in that moment, book in hand, that he could almost hear the old, crackling vinyl copy of Debussy playing in the background, the scent of Panamanian cigars thick in the air. 

Gideon still remembered how Rasmus had doted on that little girl, remembered the look of unadulterated joy on his face when he and Liliya had first introduced her, how happy he’d been to be a father. He’d watched his friend shift, as if his world had a new gravitational pull centered in his daughter, how his life revolved around what was best for her. 

He wondered, if he had lived, what Bebe would have been like. She’d always been clever and curious, but she’d grown morbid and withdrawn since her parents’ deaths, sharp and secretive. 

He turned away, towards the anthropology section that was little more than a shelf and a half. They didn’t have anything on the genomics of early hominids, but they did have a book on the mummies of the New Kingdom. He grabbed it without flipping through it, crossing back to where Bebe still read, cross-legged on the floor. 

“Come on kid, we’ll take it to go. We’re going to go pick up your stuff and get you set up at the hotel while Robert finds you a new placement.”

She stared at him a moment, no relief in her expression, only resignation, before double-checking her page number and getting to her feet. He handed her the other book as he lead her to the counter, digging his wallet out of his back pocket. 

“Thought maybe this way you could get a head start on that archeology career,” he said, raising a brow. 

She huffed a laugh, the corner of her mouth barely twisting up in the hint of a smile. 

---

It should have been a textbook takedown.

Spencer didn’t know when it had all gone so wrong.

Cassie had rounded the corner first, gun drawn and the unsub had leapt out and pistol whipped her. She dropped to the ground, gun clattering out of her hand. He’d kicked it out of reach. 

Spencer had never been a good shot. He’d failed his recertification more than once in his time with the BAU, something he was thoroughly ashamed of. 

He fired twice, trying to focus keeping his gun steady, on aiming and following through. The first shot missed, the second grazed his bicep. He whipped around to face Spencer, gun aiming straight for his chest and he braced himself, hoping the vest under his FBI jacket would catch the worst of it, his mind instinctually calculating the amount of force he was about to be hit with considering the make of the gun and distance between him and the barrel. 

He couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d stared down the barrel of a gun, after being beaten and forced to dig his own grave, panic seizing him. Even if the unsub shot him in the vest—at this distance it still could be enough to kill him. And that was if he aimed for his torso at all. A head or neck shot would leave almost no room for survival, and even a shot to the thigh could sever the femoral artery and leave him with minutes before he bled out. 

A shot rang out, but there was no pain, no force to throw him back. Instead he watched a spray of viscera explode out of the top of his head before he dropped like a stone. Cassie still lay where she’d fallen, gun still pointed at the place the unsub had been only a second before. She lowered her arm, eyes searching his face.

“Are you okay?” She asked, pushing herself into a seated position. There was blood streaking down her face, one eye already purpling and swelling, and she was asking him if he was okay. 

He was still frozen to the spot, eyes wide as he took in the damage. He was still stuck halfway between his panicked memories and the scene in front of him.

Morgan burst into the room from the door at the other end, followed closely by Hotch who took one look between the unsub dead on the ground and Cassie dazed and bloodied and dropped his grip on his gun in favor of his walkie talkie.

“I need medical in here stat, I have an agent injured and a dead suspect,” Hotch said, cataloguing the unsub’s wound. “Who took the shot?”

“I hit him in the arm, Cassie hit him in the head.” He just nodded. 

Morgan crossed to Cassie’s side and crouched in front of her, examining her face. It was bleeding profusely from the laceration under her eye, but that was to be expected of a head wound. Still what concerned him was how unfocused her gaze was.

“Alright sweetness, how many fingers am I holding up,” he asked, holding three up. She looked at them a second before answering dryly.

“Too many.”

Morgan snorted. “Sounds like you might have a concussion.”

“Feels like one,” she groaned, words coming out slightly slurred as she clumsily holstered the gun still in her hand, “What happened to my other gun?”

Spencer crossed wordlessly to where it had ended up on the other side of the room and handed it to her. She hummed something indistinct by way of thanks. She tried to examine it but gave up after only a few seconds and holstered it underneath her other arm, dropping her head back against the wall and letting her eyes slip shut. 

She murmured something indistinct. 

“What was that?”

Spencer slid down the wall to sit next to her, examining her face for himself. The laceration wasn’t as long as he’d first thought, though it was fairly deep. She’d definitely need stitches—he’d have to make sure they had a plastic surgeon do them to make sure there was minimal scarring. He knew how much the bothered her. 

He shrugged off his jacket, flipping it inside out so he could press the soft cotton lining to her cheek to attempt to stop, or at least slow the bleeding. He knew it wasn’t sterile, that he was introducing all sorts of bacteria to the area, but he also knew that injuries to blood-rich areas like the head were more likely to lead to death by exsanguination. He’d judge by the amount of blood running down her neck and pooling in the hollow of her collarbone that she’d lost about 300ml. 

She melted into his side and groaned, making a face as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Said I fucking hate Ohio.”

Morgan laughed, shaking his head, and even Spencer cracked a smile. 

---

Spencer had insisted on being the one to accompany Cassie to the hospital, not that anyone had particularly fought him on it. He’d insisted on staying by her side throughout everything—the consult, the CT scan, the stitches. 

Cassie had insisted on an MRI as well, though she’d struggled to articulate why. The concussion diagnosis had been fairly glaring and the doctor seemed inclined not to argue with either of them. Spencer knew enough to insist on physical and digital copies of both the tests for Cassie’s perusal later. 

The doctor had found zygomatic bruising on the MRI—no doubt why Cassie had insisted on it—but said it should heal naturally in the next month and a half as long as the inflammation was kept in check. She’d prescribed a strong anti-inflammatory drug as well as a narcotic pain killer for the bone bruising and for the flight home, which she said would make the concussion more painful. 

She’d taken both before they boarded the jet and curled up on the couch, pulling the neck of the oversized Harvard sweatshirt he’d found in her bag up and over her head to block out any light. Spencer wanted nothing more than to hold her, to be close enough to assure himself that she was, in fact, okay. But he couldn’t, because they’d both decided it was better to not tell the team. So he sat at the table with JJ and Morgan and Prentiss playing cards, sneaking glances at Cassie whenever he got the chance. 

Hotch gave them a few days off when they landed—it had been a few cases since they’d had a proper break, not just a handful of paperwork days. Spencer had assured both Hotch and Gideon that he’d make sure Cassie got home safe, something that elicited raised eyebrows but no further prying. 

Morgan had been far less subtle, yelling “See ya, Lover Boy!” from across half the parking lot. Spencer had just ignored him, focusing on making sure they got to the train station in one piece. He didn’t know if it was the concussion or the strength of the painkillers, but she wasn’t exactly steady on her feet, or present. She curled into his side on the train, dropping her head onto his shoulder. 

By the time they made it back to his apartment it was dark. He left their bags by the door to deal with later and led Cassie to his room. He made sure she was perched on the bed before crossing to the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth and gently scrubbed the remaining blood from her face and neck, from where it had pooled along her collar. He apologized each time she flinched, doing his best not to aggravate anything further. He pulled out a clean pair of his own pajamas for her to change into, closing the door behind him as he crossed to the kitchen and retrieved an icepack and a pair of water bottles. 

He knocked on the door to his room, waiting a few moments before cracking open the door. Cassie had managed to change, though she’d put his old CalTech shirt on backwards, her bloodied clothes left in a heap. She was curled into a ball at the end of the bed.

Spencer turned down the sheets, setting the water bottles on his bedside table next to the ice pack. He coaxed her up and under the sheets, making sure she was propped up enough to help with the swelling.

He pressed the icepack into her hand, guiding it to her cheek. “Keep this on, it’ll bring the swelling down. Would you mind if I hopped in the shower before joining you?”

She shook her head. He grabbed her clothes and dumped them in his hamper, trying not to be struck with the simple domesticity of the action. It took him precisely seven minutes and forty-eight seconds to wash the remains of her dried blood from his skin and change into pajamas. He tiptoed back to the bed, expecting Cassie to be asleep. He climbed into bed, pressing a featherlight kiss to her forehead. 

She hummed, slowly blinking her eyes open. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“How’s your pain level? The doctor said we should be concerned if it went up more than 2 points on the pain scale.”

“It’s okay. About the same.”

“That’s good. Tomorrow I’ll go out and pick up some omega three and antioxidant supplements, they’re supposed to help accelerate at least the first stages of healing. You should also increase your daily protein intake. I can swing by your place, too, if you give me your keys, and grab you some comfy clothes and anything else you might want for the next week or so—“

“You don’t—I’ll get out of your hair tomorrow.”

“What—no, Cassie. You’re hurt, you need someone to look after you.”

“I’m okay, Spence. I’ll just sleep. You should enjoy your days off.”

“Hypersomnia could be an indication of more severe or worsening symptoms. Besides, I’d enjoy them more with you, knowing you’re okay. Just let me take care of you, alright?”

Cassie just stared back, her lower lip trembling. A tear streaked down her cheek, then another. 

“Oh no, Cass, is it your head?” He asked, panic flooding him. Sudden worsening symptoms could indicate a brain bleed and she’d been hit right by her temple, which gave the highest chance of hemorrhaging. The doctor had said the CT and MRI had been clear, but she could have missed something that got exacerbated by the flight and the pressure inside the cabin. 

She shook her head slightly, wincing at the motion.

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not. Please?”

“I—You’re taking such good care of me and it’s just—I know how to take care of myself and get by because I’ve been doing it since I was a kid, but I don’t know how to let someone take care of me.”

She dropped her gaze, fingers tightening on the icepack as she pulled it from her face. Spencer felt her words like a punch in the gut—He’d practically raised himself, after his dad left. He’d been the only person he could truly count on. He loved his mother fiercely, but her condition had made it impossible for her to ever play a consistent caretaker, and more often than not meant that he took care of her. 

He was sure growing up in foster care wasn’t much more consistent. 

“Hyper-independence is a really common reaction to trauma, especially when experienced in childhood. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I also don’t ever want you to feel like you have to suffer alone. I’m here for you—I want to be here for you, to take care of you. Please, let me.”

“I’m—I’m trying.”

She swiped the tears from her face harshly, forgetting about her bruised cheekbone and fresh stitches. She swore, the curses a jumble of English and Ukrainian, pressing the icepack back to her cheek. 

“This is worse than being stabbed. I need my brain and it’s so stupid right now,” she whined. 

Spencer couldn’t help but huff a quiet laugh at her scrunched up, angry face. She glowered at him for a moment before her face softened.

“I mean, it, I’d rather be stabbed than have garbage brain.”

“Then you better listen to the doctor and rest, so you recover faster.”

“I always listen to you. Mostly.”

“Alright. Rest and let me take care of you.”

She snorted, closing her eyes. “Are you tired?”

“Not yet.”

“Would—would you read to me?”

“Not Child of God,” he said, smile evident in his voice. 

“No—no. You pick, just—just want to listen to you.”

“Alright. Just hang on a second,” he said as he got up. Cassie gripped the blankets tight for a moment, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. Spencer shook his head and laughed as he crossed to the living room. He scanned the shelves, finally settling on an anthology of Pushkin he’d purchased after devouring the one she’d gifted him. Not in Russian, but he supposed it would do, for tonight. 

He walked to the entryway where he’d left their bags and dug out both of their phones and chargers—even with a promised three days off it was best to be prepared. He paused over Cassie’s open bag, looking at the transparent yellow bottles nestled on top of her hastily folded clothes. Diclofenac for reducing the inflammation and hydromorphone for the pain. He knew it was the generic for Dilauded, knew that the doctor had over-prescribed, knew what a bottle like that would run for. 

He picked up the bottles and just weighed them in his hand. Then he shook his head, plugging in both of their phones before returning to the bedroom. He set the pill bottles on the nightstand nearest Cassie and climbed back into bed. She curled up next to him, head on his chest, arm around his waist, eyes still closed. 

He wrapped an arm around her as he started to read, tracing loose patterns across her skin. She was fast asleep barely a half hour later, her hand gently gripping his shoulder, her breath warm against his chest. 

He marked his page before closing the book and setting it aside. He could, of course, finish it in another half hour if he read at his usual pace. Instead he just stared at Cassie asleep on his chest, absently playing with her hair. 

The bruising was worse now than it had been in the hospital. Her right eye was nearly swollen shut and blackened, as was her cheek and temple. Stitched shut the laceration was only two inches long, running from under her eye up to her temple. 

The single blow had been hard enough to bruise bone, to leave her dazed and unsteady and nearly incapacitated, but she’d still made the shot. 

If she hadn’t—

His stomach lurched at the memories of the graveyard, of the sting of ropes against his wrists, of woodsmoke and burning liver. 

He leaned over before he could sink any further into his thoughts, grabbing the bottle of Dilaudid. He shook one into his hand before shoving the bottle back on the far nightstand and dry swallowed it before chasing it with one of the water bottles. 

He knew he shouldn’t, knew he’d been working so hard to stay sober,cbut in that moment all he could think of was the both of them dead on the ground, their brains splattered all over the concrete. 

He’d jump back on the bandwagon tomorrow. It was only one pill, after all and it was less potent than the stuff he’d been using before. It was just a brief stopover to get him through the night.

He kept telling himself that until he drifted off into fuzzy, dulled sleep, arms still holding Cassie close. 

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I'm so sorry this took so long and it ended up being half-assed T.T it's just been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I just wanted it out JFASKASFH. I'm ngl, I haven't read a couple of these BUT I thought the summaries were fun so I added them in HAHAHAH. That being said, I just tried to stick to the AU's you listed cause tbh idk what classifies as a true SMAU LOL.

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or, hinata shoyou's v-league debut, as seen on twitter (ft. snapshots of v-twt).

People Will Say We're in Love by tirralirra (T) 9.5k /SakuAtsu/ Twitter-ish, “Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

Ignoring the forest by NeverNothing (T) 5.9k /KuroKen/ Twitter + YouTube?, Where the public collectively agrees to ignore the signs that actor Kuroo Tetsurou is dating his childhood friend. Kuroo Tetsurou @therealtetsurouFilming was fun, but I’m glad to be back to my fav pudding head <3 #noplacelikehome #KURASE #filming [photo: a suitcase was in focus with another bag and a jacket thrown atop standing beside the back of a couch. A head of badly dyed hair can be seen, face turned away and rest of the body hidden by the couch.]

Anything In Between by todxrxki (T) 2.2k /KuroKen/ Twitter + YouTube, Kozume Kenma just wants to be a normal gaming YouTuber, but when his idiot boyfriend butts in and gets his fans speculating about their relationship, it seems that even that's impossible. / Post manga timeskip, told exclusively through social media and texting.

Silver Lining by Mari_Writes (T) 2.4k /BokuAka/ Twitter, Bokuto Koutarou is a professional volleyball player who has become one of Japan’s most famous and beloved athletes. He is active on social media, interacts with fans and is usually journalists’ first pick for an interview.But not much is known about Bokuto’s personal life. That is, until he accidentally posts a photo on Twitter featuring another man, dressed in nothing but a pair of short-shorts and glasses.This is how the world met the love of Bokuto Koutarou’s life.

Mystery Guy by Pepper_Moon (T) 11.1k /TsukkiYama/ Twitter + YouTube/Streamer, Popular YouTuber YamaGucci is livestreaming one day, when a voice off-camera speaks and makes him flustered. Let's just say what comes next is pure chaos.

and i press you to the pages of my heart by volchitsae (T) 13.9k /SakuAtsu/ YouTube, Atsumu scrolls around on YouTube, feeling like he's spiralling a little into the odd corners of it when some recommended videos are "I'm a Plague Doctor and You've Been Diagnosed with the Black Plague ASMR" or videos of people eating truly remarkable amounts of food. No judgement (maybe a little bit, he's no angel), but mukbangs make him hungry and whispering roleplay makes his ears itch. A video called "Study With Me: Pomodoro Technique #1" appears and he clicks on it.The channel's name is endomiphins, and the thumbnail features a view of a man from the neck downward at his desk, notebook and laptop open.Atsumu presses play. -- Sakusa is a barista by day, ASMR and study YouTuber by night, and Atsumu falls a little in love with both.

call me maybe by totooru (T) 33.6k /MatsuHana/ Wrong number, Hanamaki texts the wrong number when trying to extort tips out of Oikawa in order to defeat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling, and then continues to text the witty stranger who had answered.

Yuanfen by OwlBeDamned (T) 10.7k /KyouHaba/ Wrong number, [sent at 8:14 A.M.] Oikawa-san, I don't care how hungover you are, please come clean my apartment (the one you wrecked last night with your partying) and collect the puppy you left in my living room. I expect you at 9. Or else, there'll be consequences.[sent at 8:16 A.M.] who is this and how the fuck did u get my number?---"It makes sense if you think about it," Iwaizumi told him. "A soulmate line is the first sentence your significant other will tell you when you first encounter them. But the books never specified whether that encounter had to be physical."Kyoutani frowned, looking at his upperclassman in wonder. "Iwaizumi-san, this means...?""Yeah," he chuckled back, pointing at his cellphone, "that guy right there is your soulmate."

You'd fit my lonely arms so perfectly by boxofwonder (G) 25.1k /DaiSuga/ Wrong number, “Oh. You're. Not Asahi.” Calmed down enough that he can speak again, Daichi takes a deep breath, his smile settling on his face easily and wide. “Not as far as I know, no.”Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend, tells him all about his burned batch of cookies before realising, and that particular mistake might turn out the best one he ever made.

Bookshop AU

Andrew had thousands of followers.

He wasn’t sure how it had started. He was the owner of a small independent bookstore and he regularly hit the gym. Nothing more, nothing less.

Or at least, that’s what his life mainly consisted of before Moriyamas opened a store right in front of his one. Moriyamas was one of the major book retailers in the USA, wherever it opened a store, the other bookshops of the area closed. Andrew’s own shop didn’t stand a chance. 

That’s where Roland came in. It was just an off-handed comment, nothing anybody sane would ever take into account. But Andrew could not afford to close his shop, he had to pay the tuitio for Aaron’s med school. 

Roland said: you’d definitely sell more books if you showed your abs to your costumers. The fact that Roland had said that while he was feeling Andrew up in the storeroom of Eden’s didn’t matter. 

What Andrew did: he created an Instagram page. It was called ABS (AndrewsBookStore, you pervs). He posted photos of himself. And his books. The fact that he was often shirtless or wearing a skin-tight black t-shirt that showcased his muscles was secondary. 

The descriptions under the photos mainly consisted of his book recs. Short. A bit caustic, but straight to the point. He never forgot to add a discount code. Any customer that walked into the store would get a 20% discount on the book Andrew had promoted if they showed him the ig photo and the code before paying. The fact that the words he used as codes were frequently outrageous just made the whole thing more fun. 

Surprisingly, his ig page took off. Not only did he gain thousands and thousands of followers, but his revenue triplicated.

Nicky became a permanent fixture in the shop. Once an occasional aid during Christmas time, now he efficiently manned the register. Nicky flashed smiles at costumers who showed him Andrew’s photos to get a discount and was patient with those who blushed and stammered when asked to say the code word.

He had also hired Kevin, his roommate. And makeshift photographer who helped Andrew taking photos for Instagram. He’d probably have to hire someone else before November. But that was okay. The shop would not close.

The only price he had to pay was having to wear a tank top at work.

-

Neil was a simple bookshop clerk. At Moriyamas in Palmetto.

He loved books. A lot. Or else he wouldn’t work in a bookstore. And yet he hated the job. Hated the competitive work environment. Hated his boss Riko. Hated how things had changed since Kevin had left.

Pity that he needed the money. 

One of the very few highlights of his days was the costumers. In particular, the costumers who mistook Moriyamas for ABS (they were both on Fox Avenue, but Moriyamas was at number 32 while ABS was at 23) and showed him one of the photos and said the discount code. 

The first time it had happened, Neil had no idea what to do. An old lady had shoved her phone right into his face. On the screen a photo of a good looking blond man reading a book.  He was lying on a bed, his face half covered with a copy of TSOA. The arm that was not holding the book was raised above his head, his well toned bicep on display. Neil knew his face was turning red. Redder than the cover of TSOA the costumer was brandishing.

Neil still had no idea what was going on, especially not when the lady started saying lewd words she claimed were the discount codes.

He called Jean for help. Jean calmly explained to the old lady that she was in the wrong bookshop, ABS was down the road, on the left.

Neil, who barely even knew what Instagram was before Jean told him, went home and downloaded the app. Created a profile and went looking for ABS’s account. 

He found the photo the old lady had showed him that morning, the one with TSOA. Neil was a good liar but he rarely lied to himself. He could admit he noticed that Andrew’s t-shirt had ridden up a bit. He could admit he noticed the slip of exposed skin on his hip. He could admit he stared at it for almost half an hour. (Which was unusual to say the least) 

Another thing Neil enjoyed were the book recs. Andrew Minyard had good taste and he knew what he was doing. He promoted both new books and classics, he put trigger warnings on them, his book recs were short and funny, his dark humour made Neil crack quite a few smiles. 

Neil followed Andrew’s page and went to sleep. 

In the following days Neil got more than one costumer mistaking Moriyamas for ABS. 

Riko was getting tired of it. Instead of wiping out the competition, the Moriyamas shop of Palmetto struggled. And they struggled against a “stupid decrepit bookshop owned by a psychotic midget on steroids”. These were Riko’s words. 

Neil had no idea how he ended up filming videos where he recced books while exercising. And wearing shorts. Oh and uploading them on Instagram. 

Actually, he knew how he ended up doing that. It had something to do with Riko threatening to lay him off.

Moriyamas was copying ABS’s strategy and Neil was the unwilling accomplice.

Unsurprisingly, Neil quickly gained many followers. With the money Riko had invested in sponsoring his account, well, it was inevitable. 

Neil was waiting for the day Riko would tell him to start wearing shorts at work (it took exactly 11 days and “Neil’s Legs” trending on twitter after he uploaded one of his videos) 

Surprisingly, people followed him also for his book recs. He received hundreds of messages from people thanking him for the awesome books they read because of him. And in return they gave him other book recs. After all, Neil was happy with his Instagram.

Even more surprisingly, ABS (Andrew fucking Minyard) followed him.

-

Andrew was not sure why he followed Neil Josten.

Rationally, he knew he needed to keep an eye on the Moriyamas. He needed to do it for his own bookshop and for Kevin’s sanity. And that’s why he followed Josten.

His treacherous mind said it was also because Josten’s book recs were awesome. And so were Josten’s thighs. He’d be happy to be choked by them and suc- Wait, no. No. No. Let’s not get there. 

Let’s start over again. His treacherous mind said it was also because Neil’s book recs were awesome. Damn him. Andrew had read some of the books Josten suggested just for the sake of it. He hoped they’d be shit, but fuck, Josten knew what he was doing. 

Nevertheless, not much changed. Josten’s blog, or rather, the Moriyamas’ wasn’t a problem for Andrew. ABS was still doing great. Admittedly, Moriyamas’ discounts were higher than ABS’, but Andrew now had a number of loyal regular customers. His account was still doing great. 

One night Nicky made him rewatch Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightly for the umpteenth time. The following day Andrew also reread book and decided to promote it. Who said he only had to talk about new releases on his account? 

In the photo Pride and Prejudice was artfully placed (or so Kevin said) on his bicep. In the description box he said that P&J was the Classic par excellence, the Classic TM and that he hoped Jane Austen could forgive him for the photo.

Two days later Andrew was casually scrolling through instagram when he saw it. In the new video Josten was promoting Wuthering Heights.  Because “people who say Pride and Prejudice is the best classic really have no taste”. The video featured Josten and a punch bag. It was gloriously rich in close ups of Neil’s butt.

This is how the cold war between ABS and Moriyamas began. 

Andrew replied with Fight Club. The description said “Recommended for jocks who like throwing punches for no reason at all. The favourite book of white men TM who think they are Brad Pitt, but actually have the emotional depth of a spoon. Read at your own risk”. 

Neil replied with The Catcher in the Rye. In the video he was doing squats. And panting into the microphone. Andrew might be wrong because he was too busy looking at Neil’s stupid face, but he was pretty sure Josten said something like “perfect if you’re looking for a book where the protagonist is a self-absorbed entitled brat” and “the true favourite book of white men TM”. 

The video ended with “psa, if you ever meet someone who says that this is their favourite book, run.” And then Josten winked. He winked. 

Fans quickly started noticing what Andrew and Neil were doing. Some talked about rivalry between bookshops, others inevitably started shipping them. 

And yet Neil and Andrew kept their videos going on. They argued which book of Neil Gaiman was the best and which vampire saga the worst. It was a photo of Andrew lifting stacks of books. And then it was a video of Neil doing squats balancing a pile of books on each hand.  It was Josten saying Aristotle & Dante was his favourite lgbtq+ book and Andrew answering that he’d never read it, but it couldn’t possibly be better than TSOA.

Andrew would never say it out loud but it was fun. He was having fun.

Andrew still suspected Josten kept on replying to his recs just to promote Moriyamas. Nothing more, nothing less. It was probably Riko who told him what to rec. Josten was a puppet.

Andrew should’ve known. But when Neil started reccing shitty books, Andrew was still a bit disappointed.

Week after week, the quality of Josten’s recs lowered. He was promoting mainstream books (but not the good mainstream books) and influencers’ rubbish biographies. 

He was about to unfollow his blog when Josten slipped into his DMs.

What the message said: I cannot accept the fact that you haven’t read Aristotle & Dante yet. When’s your next shift at the shop? 

What Andrew did: sent him his work schedule. Like an idiot who’d never had a mum telling him not to divulge personal info to strangers on the internet. Oh no wait- Andrew hadn’t.

What Neil did: walked into Andrew’s shops with a copy of A&D and a cup of coffee. Placed them on the counter in front of Andrew, smiled and left. 

Andrew could’ve complained that the coffee was too bitter and- who even gifts books to someone who owns a bookshop? He could’ve complained, but he was too busy staring at the post-it on the book. 

“Hire me before Riko makes me rec Fifty Shades of Gray xx” 

That that afternoon Andrew walked into Moriyamas with a copy of a random book in his hands. The post-it on its front cover said “You start tomorrow at 9. Don’t be late.” 

With Neil’s videos and Andrew’s photos, ABS’ account (unsurprisingly) became one of Instagram’s most popular book accounts. Andrew’s bookshop became so popular he managed to buy the Palmetto Moriyamas shop after their sales plummeted and they were forced to close the store. 

As concerns Neil and Andrew. Well. Their relationship would still be secret if Kevin -who still managed the ig account- didn’t accidentally post the wrong video. 

It was supposed to be a video of Andrew doing squats with Neil sitting on his shoulders and reading a book. 

The video that got posted to ABS’ 3 million followers instead featured Neil sitting on Andrew’s shoulders and laughing so much he lost his balance. He was about to fall to the ground when Andrew caught him in his arms and Neil, who hadn’t stopped laughing for a second, kissed him on the tip of his nose.

I just saw your post about PJ and I'm wondering, do you have any book recs?

On mythology specifically or overall? I’m gonna do both since I’m not sure. Also sorry for the relatively late reply, I had to think about this, and I just got back from dinner.

The Count of Monte Cristo- Fantastic page turner, and a genuinely good “revenge” tale. It’s actually one of the first of that kind (or at the very least, one of the most popular ones). It’s also a book that a lot of people cite as the one that changes their mind on classics as “boring.”

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn- Somewhat of a controversial pick (both because of its subject matter and because it’s often “required high school reading,” ie “boring” to a lot of people.)

Huck Finn is an exceedingly complex character, and his friendship with Jim is really good. Pay attention to what Huck Finn does and says; he’s an unreliable narrator due to how he was brought up, his age, and his illiteracy. There’s also a lot of symbolism and other literary devices at play in his character (ex. notice his fixation with death and how it colors how Twain writes him). It’s very much a book I recommend if you want to study the unreliable narrator as a trope, the  Naïf version of it.

As a side note, it’s very poignant because of how Huck learns to condemn his racism. One of the messages you can get from this book is “If this uneducated poor white boy can learn to overcome his prejudices, so too can someone who has been educated, has money, etc.” It is a brutal condemnation of racism (though you do have to consider the time period, the “lens” of which you have to view through.)

Lolita- Another controversial pick, and one I’ll upright say as a lot of trigger warnings attached (google the summary, and you’ll see what I mean).

Beautiful prose (some of my favorite in literature actually) and a monster of a protagonist. When you read this, remember how Humbert Humbert is framing it. He is telling his tale to a court; he is unreliable and will frame events to make himself appear sympathetic. One notable factor of the author’s skill is how often Humbert gains the readers’ sympathy despite the atrocious subject matter. I personally felt viscerally uncomfortable reading his thoughts, and this is one of the few books that has ever made me feel that way. I didn’t fall into the sympathy trap, but look at any discussion of the book, and you’ll see what I mean.

I also recommend this author’s (Vladimir Nabokov) other works.

Franz Kafka’s literary works- Kafka is one of my favorite authors because he really showcases the isolation (both due to WWI, technological advancement, and the “beginnings” of modern capitalism) of the beginning of the 1900s, and he’s one of modernism’s premier authors. His works often deal with the themes of isolation, judgement, and outcasts. 

In particular, I’m fond of “The Metamorphosis” (cliche pick I know) and “In the Penal Colony.” The former is a short story so quick read if you just wanna try his writing style + it’s very influential (See Part 1 of Tokyo Ghoul for one example).

Also know that Kafka had a very strained relationship with his father and a conflicted relationship with his religion. I recommend reading “Letter to his Father” first to get an understanding of Kafka’s psyche to truly get pass the “nonsensical” nature of his works. It, like the title says, is a letter he wrote to his father, but his mother never delivered it.

If you want even more info on Kafka to understand his works, I recommend Kafka: Judaism, Politics, and Literature which covers a lot more (and in more succinct words) than I can on his works and life. As a fun fact, Vladimir Nabokov also placed him as one of the greatest writers of the 20th century. On Kafka himself, he thought he was a failure of a human being and writer, and now look at him. He’s up there in the Western Canon with Shakespeare.

Paradise Lost + Paradise Regained- If you’re interested in Lucifer (or Samael if you subscribe to that theory), this is a must-read. Beautiful, haunting, and with a very charismatic figure in Lucifer. Alongside the obvious Divine Comedy, this work has influenced the portrayal of Lucifer and Hell quite a bit imo. Namely, the “sympathetic” portrayal you find in works such as Supernatural. It’s also an epic poem so it’s best listened to imo rather than read.

No Longer Human- Osamu Dazai’s work if you’re into that one show. An incredibly depressing book that’s often thought to be semi-autobiographical. It’s a haunting book that I don’t recommend for prose, but for the mood it evokes. I don’t recommend this unless you’re in a decent state of mind.

The Catcher in the Rye- Mildly controversial pick in that you either hate Holden or love him. It’s a book where you have to be in the “right” state of mind to appreciate Holden. For example, the period of moving away from home for college  This work deals with societal isolation and human loneliness and features an unreliable narrator.

It’s just a very particular feeling you have to be experiencing to appreciate Holden. I think anyway.

The Epic of Gilgamesh- Not super fancy or a reinterpretation of whatever. Just the oldest known written work of mankind. I like it a lot, but I like Sumerian myth so YMMV. It’s still missing a few tablets last I checked, but still a good read.

Also the related Enuma Elish, you get the creation myth.

Vampire Chronicles- I recommend the first three or four so books honestly. Afterwards, Anne Rice just goes off the rails. Prose is pretty, and Lestat is a terrible person but fascinating to read about. I am partial to Armand though tbh.

Dracula- I think this is another page-turner. I certainly enjoyed it. I don’t think it’s as scary as it would be in its’ published time period, but it is a classic Gothic horror. The unabridged version may look intimidating, but like Monte Cristo, you’ll sweep through it rather quickly.

“A Rose for Emily”- One of William Faulkner’s short stories. I think it’s a lovely piece and showcases the Southern Gothic (crumbling house, decaying and failing tradition and the southern nobility, etc.) There’s a theme of decay and time passing throughout this work.

As a side note, I actually enjoy Faulkner a lot, but he’s a difficult author imo. It’s not as apparent in this work, but more so in Intruder in the Dust (the first racial thriller) and especially The Sound and The Fury.

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof- A play that deals with repressed homosexuality (maybe, it depends on how you interpret Brick’s dialogue and actions), loss, and denial. I quite like it a lot, and Tennessee Williams actually was gay (was because he’s dead and all). I read it, but tbh I feel like it would be better watched if you can find a performance on Youtube.

The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde’s most well known work imo. I enjoy the prose and the themes of corruption and indulgence present throughout the novel. There’s also a lot of allusions to Faust in it if you’re interested in that.

Peter Darling-a more modern choice but it features a trans and gay protagonist. Part of what I enjoy is how it’s not browbeaten into you that the protagonist is trans. It’s interwoven into the character where it’s an important part of him, but to where it doesn’t overwhelm his entire character. However, this is a novel where I feel the beginning and ending are great, but the middle is so-so. It’s a retelling of Peter Pan.

The Tain- Focuses on Cu Cuchulain and his cycle.

Poetic Edda- A must read if you’re interested in exploring Norse myths outside of Marvel. It’s basically a collection of tales.

Arabian Nights- Scheherazade is one of my favorite female figures from literature. She’s daring, clever, and particularly resourceful. It’s a frame narrative sort of tale so you technically won’t be seeing her as much since she’s telling each story, but it’s a lovely piece and perfect for a bedtime read because of its collection of tales. A lot of them have been referenced in media and related as well.

The Book Thief- Classic YA novel rec. It’s set in WWII and one of the novels that really showcases what YA could be. Basically a classic gem in the rough pile.

John Keats- He’s a poet, but I love his poetry because of how haunting and dark it can get; he often deals with themes of mortality.. Ode to Nightingale is particularly good.

China’s Four Great Classical Novels (Journey to the West, Dreams of the Red Chamber, Water Margin, Romance of the Three Kingdoms)- I decided to clump them here since this is already super long. Each one is incredibly well-known in Asia (and obviously China), and you can find allusions everywhere to these four novels. Each novel is rather long and expensive though (I paid like 40 USD for each set). Journey to the West follows Sun Wukong, unarguably one of the most well-known figures in literature (at least in the East; he’s super influential, but somewhat less so in the West; keyword somewhat). Dreams of the Red Chamber has some very pretty poems, but it’s often thought to be the semi autobiographical work of the author (it deals with the rise and fall of his family and the dynasty).

Daiyu’s flower poem is one of the most memorable for example.

The blossoms fade, the blossoms fly,  the blossoms fill the sky. Their crimson fades, their scent dies out,  and who is there to pity?  Drifting threads gently twist together  and float past the springtime lodge;  Falling willow floss lightly sticks  and strikes the lady’s window drapes.

Water Margin is a bit “bawdier” than the other ones imo, but it’s a good tale and has many notable figures and scenes. On Three Kingdoms, it’s the one I’d recommend to start with if you’re interested in military intrigue and battles.

I also have a Goodreads where I organize everything by shelf if you prefer to look at that. I do need to update it though tbh.

https://www.goodreads.com/Mahariel

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I'm most familiar with the record 'Antifogmatic,' not sure how many others they have. My favorite songs are "You Are" and "Rye Whiskey." I know that some of the guys from PB are also in a band called Goat Rodeo, too.

OH MY GOD “GOAT RODEO”???? fucking AMAZING i must listen immediately

thank you so muuuuuch for the rec, i am gonna listen to Antifogmatic RIGHT NOW!! (or well. soon as “blind leaving the blind” is over anyway XD.)

i love u and the psd u have for mirio is beautiful!!! can u rec some bnha blogs? or maybe anime blogs in general, thank u!

you want blog recs ?! i got blog recs ! also , i did have another anon a few months ago asking for blog recs , so i’ll only be recommending b.nha blogs , since i can do non - b.nha blogs another day ! ALSO , thank you so much for your input on my psd for mirio  !!  i’m so proud of it , as well tbh !  ❤︎ i’m putting this under a read more so i can gush and not clog up peoples’ dashes !! also these are in order of my following list rn , so it’s in no specific order .

@dualbred  /  @soarsun  /  @eletriq  /  sunny’s other blogs  ❤︎  sunny is someone whose name describes what they are perfectly : he’s a ray of sunshine in your day ! he’s very charming, creative, and sweet, and he’s the perfect person to go to if you want to plot and walk out of the conversation just . screaming . whether that’s good or bad , depends .@frogblep  ❤︎  idk if birdie is okay with a lot of people following since they’re really private + super mutuals-exclusive, but they’re so cute and have such a great personality ! 10/10 would chirp .@ichorsun  ❤︎  wow i love hide the canon character . but for real , rye has such a well - crafted oc , and this blog deserves all the attention it can get !@dprssin  /  @quirkgifter  /  @mcka  ❤︎  listen i know nanners is on hiatus cause the fandom sucks ( which is why i also linked his d . va ) , but that doesn’t erase the fact that he’s got one of the best [ and only , from what i’ve seen hsdkfjs ] nanas out there . also , we support n adore his native american mixed aizawa , thank you . @toughfist​  /  @torncape  /  @tailsfur  ❤︎  nora is so so kind and honestly just a huge burst of sunshine in your day ! also sakkun is such a cute oc tbh . it’s obvious she puts a lot of love into her muses , so go check out her blogs !!@knowthem​  /  @inneall​  ❤︎  i haven’t interacted much with jade yet , but honestly if you write iida i already trust you … sfkjs but honestly speaking , jade is a welcome and warm presence on the dash . just having them around is grounds for a good time !@pyrrhe​  /  @spireheart​  ❤︎  ram my love … my buddy in great music taste … she’s your local lesbian who’s here to kick butt and write amazing replies and guess what … she’s all out of butts to kick .@sepiternal​  /  @amariodal​  /  @hwitzr​  /  @solsace​ ( shut up , will’s an anime — )   ❤︎  rory literally made a mirio because i wanted one , what more could you ask out of a son … but really , he’s one of my longest standing friends and no matter rain or shine , i know i can count on them to be vivacious and original @lacquarms​  /  @jetlegs​  ❤︎  if anything happened to theus i will personally manifest in every tumblr user’s room and delete all of their blogs and destroy the entire website myself . but tbh , theus is so amazing and charismatic !! 100% recommendation from me@whiphero​  ❤︎  hansie is just one of those people who , like , you see a new blog followed you and you go to check it out , then you see hansie’s name on there and it’s just an instant follow tbh .@palmfed​  /  @wuvlite​  /  @dphium​  ❤︎  punpun is always very funny and super multifaceted in his skills … he has so much creative energy , but also he’s the друг friend so like . tread carefully . oh . he’s already there . clicking the follow button . you’re on your own now . godspeed .@amerismash​​  ❤︎  FOSTEEEER [ i yell so loud i break the sound barrier ] follow foster , just trust me on this . you won’t regret it .@tikkvn​  /  @montlady​​  ❤︎  cass radiates big lesbian energy by merely existing and if that’s not the kind of presence you aim to be … but for real , befriending cass is going to be nothing but fun times and a nonstop waterfall of support . they’re so lovely and super valid and just the kind of person you naturally want as a friend !@ohaul​​  ❤︎  i’ve yet to interact much with veggie , but honestly ? i already trust them . sfhjdks but seriously , they seem real cool ! doctors say you need veggies everyday so here’s a perfect chance for you to get your daily dose !@c0py​​  ❤︎  bruno this icon of yours radiates so much chaotic feeling … but honestly , bruno is great and you gotta check out their monoma 10 / 10 say critics ( me )@natsutodoroki​​  /  @ksri​  /  @negativeat​  ❤︎  i’m not over the fact that you managed to get such canon urls but hskfjds clarrie is honestly such a kind and charismatic person , and the way she writes her muses makes it evident they put a lot of thought into how the character is portrayed in canon itself . also natsuo is clarrie’s oc i don’t make the rules .@heartmindcd​​  ❤︎  okay first of all , can i just say : vincent’s art ? [ fans myself … ] but honestly as a fellow artist in the rpc , i love seeing other muns’ art on my dash and vincent is no exception . he has such a distinct style , and this also translates into how he portrays shinsou ! he obviously has a good handle on how shinsou works as a character , and seeing him in my notes or on the dash is always grounds to make me smile !@yunihon​​  ❤︎  endy is the best , eri is the best … but seriously , endy’s eri ( that sounds like a tongue twister ) is amazing . 5/5 best daughter , would adopt and protect from all harm ( please protect eri from all harm )@charistatic​  /  @ofiignition​​  ❤︎  i have so many feelings for gina and tbqh they are all positive . we kind of brushed shoulders with one another in a previous fandom , but now that i’ve gotten to better know her , i can say for sure that i will personally destroy you with both my hands if you make gina upset in any way . but for real , she’s caring and so fun to be around . also we scream about promised neverland together , i mean , what’s not great about that ?!@riteous​​  ❤︎  eulalie has a b.nha verse on this blog so i’m putting them here .  ok ok but thanos is singlehandedly one of my most favourite oc’s in the world . whenever eulalie posts about them i’m just : eyes : : ok_hand : : 100 : … also they look … stunning . seriously , if you’re going to follow eulalie for like the most bare bone reason , follow because their muse is the prettiest but stay because the mun is a wonderful person .@faceplain​​  ❤︎  kit’s sero is iconic … you should check out their blog !! and if not it’s okay , i’m activating my own tape quirk to slingshot you over there right now as i type .@trapsminds​​  ❤︎  i literally look at sunne’s icon on my dash and i immediately light up into a smile , and if that isn’t any indication that this is a shinsou worth following then idk what ever will be .@bgku​  /  @kwurk​​  ❤︎  CLOOOOOOO —- [ i continue this for 3 hours straight until you click clo’s blog ] ok but really i love clo’s headcanons for bakugou so much … even the smallest , two word post will leave me going :D !!@raijima​  /  @slipstep​​  ❤︎  ryou has a b.nha verse so i’m putting him on here too but also vanur is such an imaginative person and i love every single idea that pops out from his head . he writes such amazing and divine original characters , they feel like they’re real and palpable .@tapeties​  /  @exposensei​​  ❤︎  REID I GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE RIGHT NOW !!! tbh when i think of aizawa , i just think of reid in general … his penmanship with any character is * chef - kisses my fingers *@chargebolted​  /  @noquirk​​  ❤︎  if you’re not following prince i’m going to come into your house and steal all of your left shoes . ok but really , prince is not only inventive and innovative , he puts a unique and loving touch on every single character he writes . literally ! what more can you ask for ?! i actually mix myself up because i’m so accustomed to writing about / with his deck that i forget he isn’t canon , which . hello , hori ? do it . now . puppeteer and analyzer spin off WHEN !?@trickry​​  ❤︎  you’re lucky i’m putting you on here because i literally hovered over your blog just to double check things like i did with everyone else’s and i got met with that stupid header oh my go — ( but follow hunni actually )@thuskindlyiscatter​​  ❤︎  what do you mean ruby isn’t a canon bnha character ( august just ended but i’m extending it . today is august 37th . so you have to follow august during this month . )@rdriots​​  ❤︎  you know how sometimes you just associate a mun or muse with one another ? like , if you thought of the name tooru , a lot of people would think of me ? i think of kiri and one of the first blogs that comes into mind is this one , because leo’s kiri is just that iconic .@viperot​​  ❤︎  don’t follow if you don’t want madoka to release 10 , 000 snakes into your muse’s house . actually it doesn’t matter , they’re going to do it anyway . i hear their reviews on yelp are awful , though :(  in all seriousness , lemon is one of the best muns i know out there . they’re naturally just a great person . #geminisolidarity@scartar​​  ❤︎  i would kill for zander . like . literally . i would kill for zander . seeing zander on my dash brings me so much unbridled joy … also they’re the person who likes every single one of your posts , get THAT kind of support in your life tbh .@quirkedit​  /  @heartslight​​  ❤︎  sparky log onto your monoma . sparky log onto your monoma . log onto your monoma , sparky . sp@ondespair​​  /  @onfaith​  ❤︎  who is this man i don’t know him he just randomly appeared on this blog rec and definitely does not have a super well - thought out and developed oc .@killslove​​  ❤︎  rose logged onto his himiko yesterday and i am still screaming about it more than 24 hours later … but honestly , rose puts SOOOOOO SO SO SO SO much thought into how himiko works as a character , and that makes me happy because i also wrote / psychoanalyzed her for a brief moment and tbh rose ? articulates all of that research into a well fleshed out and believable interpretation of her .@creatied​​  ❤︎  i went to type in the url but then just typed in ‘ maddy ’ like an idiot . but yeah . maddy . she’s beauty she’s grace she loves momo so much and you can very much tell . she isn’t super active rn and that’s understandable but whenever she does post i am heart eyes !@implosiveexplosive​​  ❤︎  HONESTLY JUST LOOK AT JAY’S WRITING AND TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T FOLLOW OH MY GOD IT’S GORGEOUS@boydazzle​​  ❤︎  egg est un auteur magnifique ! aussi … voulez-vous du fromage ? :)@keiuu​​  ❤︎  QUEENIE IS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE ON THIS WEBSITE this isn’t even my opinion it’s literally a FACT  thank you goodBYE@aerve​​  ❤︎  can you tell i’m writing so much i’m running out of things to say without just repeating 20239 times that everyone is amazing ( which they are ) anyway coral is one of said people who i can use a billion adjectives to describe positively and yet my brain is churning out none . but coral ? valid . so valid . also gr8 art amazing beautiful wondrous@halfher​​  ❤︎  i think out of everyone here , kaien is the person who has known me the longest … honestly kaien has the skill to be a full - fledged published author at this point and you can’t convince me otherwise . i’ve seen them improve and grow in the 3 or so years between when we first interacted and now … i’m so proud of them tbh !@juuheart​​  ❤︎  i love notay the canon bleach character bUT ALSO NIQUE STOP HURTING HER !! >:((( but also follow nique so you can become attached to notay and yell every time nique hurts her — KJSFFNSDJK@negatiiv​​  ❤︎  hands down one of the most well - done / well - executed oc’s on here . there’s so much development that’s gone on with emi , it’s unbelievable . but also [ naruto vc ] believe it@anquished​​  ❤︎  jihoon is my son and izuku is tooru’s son need i say more i mean really … but also jihoon writes such a unique take on izuku and i love his portrayal so much @faulterd  ❤︎   rOWAN’S MOMO IS SO AMAZING IT’S LIKE I’M READING EVERY INTERACTION STRAIGHT FROM THE MANGA ITSELF !!!@quirkthief  ❤︎  oh my god i’m posting all of these blogs in the reverse order that i followed them from and i literally had to go through 700 followers to finally find connor all the way in the first few hundred i followed after making the blog … how long … is that … how lONG HAVE I KNOWN CONNOR ?! but existential crisis aside , connor’s afo is like … the one canon afo for me lmao . i could write a huge tangent on how much i appreciate him but honestly if you follow him and talk to him you’ll know already . but also be warned cause you’re basically already going to be placed in the afo cult and there’s no escaping please help me i—@greaterhero  /  @conhnhaketon  ❤︎   i literally had to find an excuse to put ro on this because they’re not even an anime blog and they hate the b.nha fandom ( hecking valid if you ask me ) but i want to put them here anyway because you need to follow ro … how are you following me but not them … okay but for real , they’re smart n kind n super fun to talk to ! love forever … and also huge respect tbh …@mightyfrail  ❤︎   a wonderful wonderful all might honestly hsdfjs i’ve been following this blog for soooo long it’s literally … illegal that we’ve yet to interact what the heckie … but yeah , all might is a trans icon there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise 

@pinabutterjam replied to your post

“ppl should ask me to recommend them songs cuz its 100% guaranteed to...”

send me music pls, im looking for new stuff

i’m sorry it took me three years to respond to this but imma try and put some like fav songs from fav bands!!! if you like the song i put u’ll prob like the rest of the stuff the band does cuz... they’re amazing o lord. I’ll bold my fav bands which everyone should def listen to

Paradise Valley by Honey and the Sting

Slack Jaw by Jarv & Thief 

Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song) by Billy Joel

This Girl by Punch Brothers (this band is honestly one of my favorites. If I could I would put every single one of their songs in this list)

Changing of the Seasons by Two Door Cinema Club (one of my top favorite bands)

Their earlier stuff is more dance-y and one of my favs from that album is Kids

Always by Panic! At the Disco (probably my top favorite band ever)

Rye Whiskey by Punch Brothers (I couldn’t stop myself they’re just so damn good!)

The Pretender by Foo Fighters (this song is just pure, unadulterated, power)

If you want any more recs I’d be delighted to give u more!! 

Critical Role Relationship Week: Day 2 - Scanlan & Percy “Members Only Club”

Scanlan still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten stuck with Percy-fetching duty – in his own mansion. You’d think having been slain by a motherfucking dragon, going through a crazy resurrection ritual, pissing himself twice, and waking up in a messy, degrading, acrobatic manner someone of his worldly experience could only call a Thursday would get him of the more menial chores for a while, but nooo~

It seemed special attention for dealing with the Raven Queen was reserved for the more broody members of the group. Not that he was complaining… much.

It had been at least a week since Vox Machina had first returned to Whitestone, Vax cradling his lifeless body like a child. One week since his friends and daughter had gathered around him and offered up their best for his swift return. Now he was back for the second time and while there still were some serious physical, mental, and emotional wounds left for everyone to treat, in Scanlan’s mind it was still a lot better than being dead.

From what he could tell in his very brief time on the other side, there had not been a whorehouse, a hookah, or a tavern in sight.

Death was really boring.

So off he went, at the behest of his dearest darling Pikey-pants no less, which made the task a bit better, in search of their resident tinkerer/gunslinger/noble pomp. He winced a bit while descending the stairs, but he shook out the pain and added a little spring in his step for good measure.

Eventually he found Percy seated at his desk, twisting a screw into something mechanical and every so often scribbling something down in his notebook. No doubt working on something silly like an automated messenger system for the castle or more exploding arrows for his lady love (emphasis on ‘Lady’). Now, a giant punching-cannon for Grog or ways to make his songs reach from Whitestone to Emon – those were projects Scanlan could get behind.

“Oi, you,” Scanlan called, wandering in without bothering to knock. It was his place after all, even if the rec room had been permanently converted into the human’s workshop. “Oi! Percival de Fredrick-Von Klosso-stein Musel-owski Rolo III!”

Without turning around, Percy punched one fist into the air. “Huzzah.”

Scanlan laughed, strolled over, and hopped up on the desk. His legs kicked out to swing back and forth to the dedicated ignoring of his friend. “Pike sent me to look for you. She said it’s time for all good little tinkerers to come upstairs and have some dinner.”

Percy’s glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, bouncing in time with the screwdriver's twists. The bard had to fight every desire to snatch them off his face and run like hell. “And what fiendish chicken-concoction have you ordered your servants to make for us tonight? Chicken pudding? Chicken soaked in vinegar and rye? Port-bellied chicken?”

“Nah, thought I’d go old school. Dug up an old recipe for something called, “Kentucky Fried Chicken.”

“I have no idea what that is, but it sounds ghastly.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll all have salmonella in the morning.”

“Excellent. Tell Pike I’ll be up shortly then.”

Which of course was ‘Percy-speak’ for “sometime way past midnight”. Well, as the eldest member of Vox Machina, it wouldn't do for him to let their youngest member waste away in the basement. Plus, he wasn't keen on facing a grumpy Vex in the morning whose boyfriend never came to bed. So Scanlan simply shifted his weight so he'd have a better look at whatever Percy was making.

“Whatcha working on? Something cool?”

Finally Percy, probably realizing that the gnome wasn't leaving any time soon, looked over at him and lifted his arm to reveal Diplomacy in pieces. "I figured it was time for an upgrade. Try to make the shock a little more... consistent. I doubt it would've really slowed down a dragon, but..."

"Oh. I dunno," Scanlan hummed. "A little vibration therapy goes a long way." At Percy's flat look, he raised his hands up in front of him. "What? I'm telling you, if you'd used that on Raishan, I bet she'd have been a lot less cranky and a lot less ready to kill us."

Percy had covered his face by now, but Scanlan swore he could see a smile hidden beneath the human's hands. Score one for the gnome! His work at least halfway done, he hopped down off of the desk and spun on his heels, looking as innocent as a child.

"Anyway, I was thinking."

"What were you thinking?"

“We should start a club, you and I. A ‘spit-back-twice’ club.”

“I’m pretty sure Grog is already a longstanding member," Percy replied. "Vex as well,”

“We should all have jackets then,” Scanlan said without missing a beat. “Dragon hide leather, silver trim, cut right above the navel…” He indicated the appropriate length on his own body, which to be fair would be closer to Percy's knee height.

Percy let out low hum and for a few moments stared off into nothing, torchlight shimmering off his spectacles. Scanlan could practically hear the gears whirring in the tinkerer’s mind, surprisingly giving the matter some school of serious thought before setting the screwdriver down and picking up the quill to start to sketch something out.

“Perhaps,” he said finally, turning back to face the shorter man. “Though I doubt we’d wear them as well as you do. Perhaps pendants instead."

Scanlan decided he liked second post-death Percy better than the first one. This one didn't call him out as much on his bullshit. Then again, first post-death Percy had been the one to finally get off his ass about hearts and intentions and beautiful, but miserly rangers with bears too big to be helpful.

But then again, pre-death Percy hadn't had as many lines on his face. Hell, pre-death Scanlan hadn't had any lines on his face, thank you very much. Then there had been a daughter and dragons and too many close calls that were just too real and then coping with a light head awash with lights and colors and pretty music and...

No.

It was a tradeoff, but Scanlan was pretty sure (he thought, he must be) that he and Percy had gotten the better ends of the deal in the end.

With that, he reached into his pocket and felt around until he touched metal, warm from where it had stayed hidden for over a week now. Percy was still watching him as he pulled it out for the gunslinger to see.

The small pistol he'd swiped after the fight with Ripley now lay in his hands, still covered in blood, now offered up. For the taking, for judgement, for... whatever.

Percy looked at it a moment and then reached out to take it in his grasp. He turned it over once, twice, three times... and then proceeded to unload it and then methodically take it apart. Scanlan watched as Percy took each piece and cleaned it, polishing the tarnished metal until it shined. He adjusted, rubbed, pulled, twisted, and squeezed. Scanlan just watched and eventually started to sing -

"It's been a long day

Without you my friend,

And we'll tell you all about it

When we see you again.

We've come along way

From where we began,

Oh, we'll tell you all about it

When we see you again."

Eventually, Percy leaned back and picked up the completed pistol. He looked at Scanlan and then loaded the barrels with ammunition before, very clearly and within view, turning the safety on and handing it back to Scanlan.

"I suppose I'll have to teach you how to use it on weekends."

Tinder Tour Guides

Before I jump into this post I feel like I should provide a few choice updates.

Prost called me after my last post to stress that I was not a rebound. Also, I’m flying to Australia for Christmas...

I had a potential date last weekend in an attempt to try to go out with an American since my friends regularly chastise me for not dating Americans. He cancelled like 3 hours before claiming sickness. This is why I never dates Americans - they’re immune systems are as weak as their dating game.

I got really drunk at a charity event and made a half ass attempt to pick up the bartender. As if all my recent bartender experiences have not taught me that they are trouble...

And without further ado, a guide to how to use Tinder to make the best out of an unfamiliar city. As you may know, I often end up giving out travel tips and showing foreigners around the NYC area that I meet through Tinder... regardless of if something more substantial develops out of it. I truly believe that the best feature of Tinder is that it allows you to meet other people and I am an unabashed extrovert. 

So this weekend, I found myself in Pittsburgh for one night after driving out with a friend for a football game. After only 5 hours in the city, I was less than impressed by this industrial wasteland that looked like steampunk gone wrong. But I wanted to give it a shot and in order to get a more local feel, I updated my tinder bio to signal I was visiting their desolate city and looking for bar recs. It didn’t take long for matches to start rolling in and I eventually had a solid bit of banter going with a non-local local. My match was a Dutch-American living in the Pitt area for just under a year, and although he wasn’t quite selling Pittsburgh he did seem to know quite a bit about the bar and late night scene. My wing woman and I headed out to dinner (where my phone promptly died and I had to awkwardly charge it in the server area at the restaurant) but I kept casually messaging Vanilla, making vague plans to meet up later in the evening and let him prove that Pittsburgh didn’t completely suck. Instead, after dinner my wingwoman and I headed to a Christmas themed pop-up bar, complete with hot mulled cider and wayyyyy too much tinsel covering every single inch of wall space. Mourning our football loss, we ran into a pair of other Miami alums and spent the next two hours joking with them about Miami antics, the Hannukah corner of the bar, and driving through the middle of nowhere. While they were cute, one was married and the other seemed to be in a committed relationship so I made little effort to flirt with them, redirecting my efforts into messaging Vanilla about showing me to a less tacky bar before the night was through.

A half hour later, my wing woman and I found ourselves sitting in a dim but warmly lit bar with hardwood counters, a menu of craft cocktails, and an impressive wall of whiskey and rye bottles complete with a library style sliding ladder. Touche, Pittsburgh, touche. If you didn’t look outside, you could imagine you were in New York. We ordered cocktails and waited about 10 minutes for my match to arrive. He was taller than I expected in person and quite cordial. Despite not bringing any friends, it didn’t seem to be awkward for the three of us to have a conversation. Both my companions enjoyed making fun of my hot mess of an accent which became a common point to come back to over the next few hours. As with any date, I had zero expectations about this going any further than a nice chat but eventually Vanilla leaned in and asked if he could kiss me, to which I replied a confident “sure.” If I’m being honest the kissing was not quite to my preference. It was too fast and too soft and didn’t really transmit the passion that I normally expect when pashing. But I was also reasonably tipsy, and frankly feeling really sexually needy. 

Despite the eh-level kissing, Vanilla casually dropped that he lived in a two bedroom apartment with no roommates. (Pause: what kind of city can you live in with two bedrooms and no roommates?) And like all good nights things got closer and closer to 2 am, which if you’re in an awful place like Pittsburgh is when the bar closes and you have to decide whether to peace out solo of together. Well, I’m not proud of it (nor am I ashamed of it) but I chose to go home with Vanilla. Mostly, I’m annoyed with myself that I paid for a perfectly lovely hotel room and spent time away from my hotel bed, but ignoring that it was a weird evening from here on out; nothing good ever happens after 2 am you know. I ditched my wing woman and caught an uber with my new companion. It was a quick ride and one where we were reasonably PG. There’s nothing like a full on makeout sesh to ruin your 4.95 uber rating - so I’m always super careful. Note: My friend gave me full permission for this, so I���m not the worst friend ever, just to clarify.

Anyway, we got inside and he gave me a tour of the place which would have been lovely... if it wasn’t it Pittsburgh. There were not only two bedrooms but two bathrooms and a walk in closet - which he had way too many shoes in, clearly the European half of him. We talked a bit like you always do when you’re trying to make it seem like you have more than just a carnal interest in someone but also you’re a tad drunk and it’s super late and the rational frontal cortex of your brain is starting to slip. But talk is cheap and honestly the sex is the most interesting part of this casual encounter. Before leaving the bar, I even whispered to my friend that I thought Vanilla was an okay kisser and would likely be just average in bed. This would soon prove to be dead wrong. We very quickly discovered that we had “complementary” personalities in bed and for the first time in quite a while I really let myself go and let Vanilla take full control of my body and my pleasure. I don’t want this to turn into a piece of erotica, but considering I thought this was going to be the most vanilla sex ever (hence the nickname) I was shocked by his level of precision, endurance, and brutality. To phrase it best, it was damned good and I was thoroughly exhausted afterwards and red in more than a few places.

Sounds awesome right? Well after, he even was chivalrous enough to offer some serious after care and gave me a full body massage which was not required but definitely enjoyable. And then we laid next to each other and chatted about how I didn’t come off as a relationship kind of girl (spoiler: I am), his crazy busy job schedule that only leaves room for casual dating, what the hell casual actually means, and how he might be in NYC in a few weeks time. All this was lovely but eventually it was like 4:30 am and I was exhausted and I was just like to the point “COKO?” Cuddle or kick out, if you must know... Vanilla stressed that of course I was welcome to stay which to me sounded like cuddling but spoiler it did not. Turns out this bro has insane insomnia and has this super specific routine that he goes through before falling asleep including but not limited to: ear plugs, melatonin supplement, wearing socks, and sleeping in complete darkness. Turns out this routine also does not include cuddling so I was literally laying in this bed, under a separate blanket mind you, next to my non naked companion. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I was too tired and sore from driving across PA, watching the Canes lose, and generally being in the worst city to deal with this all though so I set an alarm and fell asleep.

My alarm was set for 10:30 am so I could make it back to the hotel before check out but I woke up by 7 and was now just laying in this complete pitch black bedroom, not cuddling, and, as much as I really really REALLY hate to admit it, missing Prost. Up until that moment it seemed like whatever, but just could not stop thinking about how comfortable I feel when I’m around him and how uncomfortable I felt where I currently was. I pondered my predicament for a bit but eventually struggled out of the bed (nearly bumping in to everything) and got dressed in the dark. For a moment I considered waking Vanilla up to say goodbye but I figured if your insomnia was that wack that you can’t cuddle it wasn’t worth it to wake you up. I did text him after I got into the uber telling him that I left and had a good time and to drop a line if he was in New York. And then I went and lounged in my nice hotel bed for a few hours where I felt much less weird.

I got home later that night and paid for my flights to Australia. No idea how this is going to go but I couldn’t pass up the chance to cuddle and brunch with best tinder match ever: Prost.

Hey there how are you doing? :) just felt like sending you an ask because i love your blog so much. Your taste is spot on and its always great for me to see your stuff on my dash do thanks for that :) just out of curiosity what are some things you like to do (books to read, movies or shows to watch, stuff to think about?) And while im at it, what is your opinion on theatre in whatever way you know about it. Do you like it? Only some plays or not at all etc? No need to reply if you dont feel like it. Have a great day :)

Hi! Glad you like my blog, despite the fact that it's just a mess of everything that I like.

Well, in general, whether it's books, movies, shows, I really like fiction. whether it's sci-fi, fantasy or just a story about common people doing fun things, I love fiction. I'm both a fan of complex plots and light-hearted stories of people doing simple things in life. Also I'm a very nostalgic (I'm not sure if that's the word I'm looking for?) person. I'll watch or read something because I love it, even though everyone says it's bad. Martin Scorsese could come to my house and tell me my favorite movie is terrible and I'd just... keep watching. I love mystery and horror as well.

If I had to pick some of my faves, I'd say for TV: Sense8, Bojack Horseman, Supernatural, The Haunting Anthology, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Hannibal, The Untamed, Golden Girls, Community, Fleabag, La Casa de Las Flores, oh I could go on! /For movies: Coraline, The Corpse Bride, Monster House, Paranorman, Zombieland, The Others. /For Books: Anything by Mathias Malzieu, Edgar Allan Poe, Rainbow Rowell (except landline, that one was a bit slow for me :/), Aristotle and Dante was a also one of my favorites, finished it in one night, The Catcher in the Rye and Animal Farm. I've also recently gotten into anime again and while I haven't watched as many as I wish, I'd say that my faves may be Ouran Highschool Host Club, Yuri on Ice, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer and I got into the Attack on Titan craze just last year. I chose none of these, literally they were all recs from my friends.

I also like to draw and listen to music but this has become a long ass essay about myself so... But my current fave bands are MCR, as always, and Stray Kids.

Let's just not go into what I like to think about because darn, I'm a very anxious person so yeah...

Alright so theatre. I love theatre. I just... It's so different from the movies (Duh!) but it's so wonderful to be able to see the actors performing right in front of you. Of course there's great actors in movies who can perfectly convey emotions, but there's something about plays that hits different. I'm fascinated by how, for a couple of hours, both the audience and the actors are all locked inside one huge room but somehow both are in different realms. There was this one play, called "Todos Los Sueños del Mundo" (that's the original title) and my favorite local actor was one of the main characters. The play lasted SO LONG, and I have adhd, those two don't match. But I just sat there, watching it all unravel before me and it was beautiful. One of the last monologues, delivered by this actor who, btw, is a veteran in the national theatre scene and rightfully so, was about all the troubles this character had gone through all of his life. I'm a 20 something year old woman who has not gone through a lot, but the way he spoke... For those minutes, I felt like I understood, everything he was saying, all of the things he remembered... I JUST LOVE THEATRE SO MUCH! Unfortunately, even before the pandemic hit, theatre isn't as accessible as I wish it was. I have the privilege of being able to afford tickets every now and then, but it should be easier for all to enjoy such a wonderful thing. Also, I'm a softy, so I usually prefer happy things with no drama in my tv shows, movies or books, but somehow I really like theatr when there's this tinge of melancholy to it. Also, I haven't had the chance to enjoy a live performance of a musical but I'd love to.

ANYWAYS SORRY ANON FOR THE LONG RESPONSE YOU WERE PROBS JUST EXPECTING A LITTLE LIST OF MY FAVE BOOKS AND MOVIES AND HERE I AM WRITING AN ENTIRE THING SORRY SORRY!!

Also, hey, if you wanna talk, that'd be cool as well. What are your interests? What do you like to read, watch, listen to? :D Hope you have a nice day <3

You have immaculate taste, so favorite rarepair fics? Any and all are good!

Afjjsjcjd I’m flattered you think my taste in fics is immaculate 😳 and thank you for providing me with this opportunity to yell about rare pairs :D

Rare pair fic recs:

He's Collecting Bugs on His Body; by tmntransformer (T) 15.8k /TsukkiHina/ tbh if you squint, there’s a whole bunch of rare pairs in this LOL. But the main thing from this fic is DENIAL. LOL. Also bugs LOL.

Turning Heads by ahhelga for Smokey310 (T) 2.8k /BokuAkaKuroTsukki/ uh the only thing I have to say is the secondhand embarrassment was uh intense LMFAO,,,,, no like I had to stop like three times cause I started dying a little on the inside,,,,,

Beans Are Spilled by rubysilk98 (G) 24.7k /OiYama/ bro am I trying to tear TsukkiYama apart? No LOL, but it feels like it. It’s the getting together fic of Oikawa and Yamaguchi and the title is very fitting. Also consent is important >:(

miya osamu's guide to bad neighbors, serial break-ups, and domesticity by rosegoldwriting (T) 3.1k /OsaAka/ PLEASE THE WAY I DIED READING THIS,,,, domestic and lovey but also funny asf. Like no, I kept laughing about this fic even after I finished because I just kept thinking about it,,,,,

How (Not) To Share A Bathroom by renaissance (T) 9.8k /OiSuga/ passive aggressive sticky notes,,,, but it’s really cute and made me go akjfdjksa at the end. Also, their friends are a holes to them LOL. I mean give them some pity right?

Idk what their ship names are someone please tell me,,,, why does tsukki alternate between one k and two k’s? UGH confusing.

Can you rec single father aus? Been wanting to read more of those:DD Thanks!!

Haikyuu fanfic recs but they’re dads :0

Hi anon! Yes of course I can, I love parent AUs! There are just gonna be the boys with kids (regardless of whether or not they’re the fathers LOL) cause there isn’t an abundance of single parent AUs on its own :( This AU is always lots of fun to read, so I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!!! To the babies we go!

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

CP:

(i mean technically they’re dads?) Magical Mishaps and How to Deal by plumtrees (M) 10.9k /MatsuHana/ I lost this fic once and I searched for it FOR THE LONGEST TIME. But that’s cause I wanted to reread this masterpiece. IT’S SO FUNNY AND CUTE AND DOMESTIC AND UGH. Also the small angst made me SO SAD. But the ENDING? THE KISSES AHHHHHHH. (I’m yelling a lot BUT that’s cause I really love this fic <3333)

do not separate! by aalphard (T) 5k /SakuAtsu/ Atsumu is a single dad, and Omi gets roped into his life! By choice though LOL. But it’s really cute and the relationship Omi and the kid develop is just so frickin’ adorable!!! And the routine they fall into made me soft :’))))

New:

Making a Home by Featherfur (series) 111.4k /CHILDREN/ PEOPLE THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE CHILD FIC OF ALL TIME. The writing is SO FREAKING GOOD and the PLOT OMG THE PLOT. I fell in love with the twins SO QUICKLY! AKSJFHLHFLS READ IT. CHECK TAGS AND WARNING! There is child ab*se and some description of p*nic attacks!

Cool Dads Club by pancake_surprise (series) 29.7k /BokuAka, IwaOi, SunaOsa/ UGH I love this series. It’s fluff and cuteness central! They’re all so domestic with the CHILDREN! isn't she lovely by pancake_surprise (G) 1.5 /SunaOsa/ is my favorite BECAUSE the interactions are ADORABLE. Also, she’s just so smart and sassy I love Mirai!!!!

sakuatsu single parent au by ugaytsu (series) 3.8k /SakuAtsu/ this has some Omi growth as a parent in it! I absolutely adore how Atsumu makes Omi into a better parent :’) Also them playing together? UGHHHHH. I’m dying cause fluff :))))

Daddy Gay Care by fog_mind (T) 15.2k /IwaOi/ CHECK TAGS AND WARNINGS,,, ab*sive exes and violence! This is a pretty fast paced fic and the relationship develop pretty quickly. It focuses more on the ship rather than the kids, but the kids are still pretty dang cute :)

florals for spring? groundbreaking. by MissMairin (T) 24.3k /IwaOi/ there’s like 4 (?) weddings in this one. Well three. But I count the informal one too. Anyway, it’s basically wedding planning, but with children LOL. They’re really cute and honestly some of the lines Oikawa says in this are pretty dang iconic!

Supernanny: Iwaizumi Edition by thecivilunrest (T) 12.3k /IwaOi/ I love the ending of this fic. But I also just love this fic in general! It’s really cute (UGH), and I really like this plot :D Iwa truly is a supernanny, and like I said, THE ENDING! UGH.

It’s short but I’ve been pushing it off for weeks now and I felt bad. (guilty laughter :’))) I promise, there will be a pt 2 because I had more I wanted to recommend, but they were also long and I also have not read them yet. BUT they looked good, so yea pt 2 sometime..... Also, the way this was basically all IwaOi oops. I swear the pt 2 will have more diversity :)))))

Ohhh good idea on the emoji! I am a sucker for sakuatsu fics where Osamu is protective... so here’s a fic rec from me! ‘It’s a twin thing’ by internetpistol, just read it and it’s amazing! Hopefully you have ones that you like too and can rec me a few;)

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It's A Twin Thing by internetpistol (T) 9.1k

Ooooo I get where you’re coming from, protective Osamu hits different! I’ll put it onto my read list!

Some counter recs:

If your world falls apart, I'd start a riot by Serendipity (jenjaemrens) (NR) 3.1k // I’ve actually already recommended this one, but you can never have too much of a good thing, right?

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) by lunarumbra (G) 3.1k // Osamu is doing the most interrogating Omi and it’s a great plot, just like Suna’s abilities ;) (also there’s a second fic which I also adore :D)

the fine line between family and a cup of coffee by tinyttree (G) 3.6k // UGH WHOLESOME,,,, it’s just an interaction between an anxious child and their future brother-in-law.

I most definitely have more, but I’d have to read through a buncha fics cause they didn’t tag for it :( I hope you like these though <333

hi! i was wondering if you knew a fic where one of them is in college, and discovers that his boyfriend (who's in japan) is dating someone else from the media. So he's going through the 5 stages of grief and going out partying with his roommate, and then his bf flies over to california to set the record straight that it was a misunderstanding and a misprint or something. And they make up!

Hi, I think it’s this one HAHA

Lost in Translation by rageprufrock (T) 9.6k /IwaOi/ I’ve read this before, here are my thoughts LOL but it’s a really fun fic and I really loved reading it!!! Basically, UCI Iwa getting absolutely wasted (alcohol and drugs) with his college friends after he finds out oikawa and ushijima are long time lovers.

if you could only recommend three fics, which would they be??? yell your heart out plsss i wanna hear

This is bullying and you know it :’D Okay well these won’t be anything new but thanks for the opportunity for me to shove the same fics into people’s faces again ig 🙄  jk ily

but not for spring to well up by tookumade (T) 40.8k /SunaOsa/ I will not shut up about this fic and you know this LOL. Like this fic has made an appearance how many times? AND it’s T so like more people can read it,,,,, so like what’s stopping you?

The Loyalty of a Traitor by DeathBelle (E) 76.9k /IwaOi/ I’ve read this fic way too many times despite the wc because I just LOVE how the world is built and the plot! I still feel the anticipation every time, and I think I love it more because I know how it ends LOL. Like I read it and I’m like OMG I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS UGH IM SO EXCITED cause the writing is so good, it feels like dramatic irony :D

Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (T) 20.9k /SakuAtsu/ I feel like I can’t recommend the same trope twice cause that just makes me super basic BUT I love this fic anyway and I will gladly continue to yell at everyone about it. I am also really into figure skating (don’t question it), so like I just love everything about this fic <///# (hehe)

No but the way I’m actually suffering rn omg,,,, some shameless self-promo but I have two lists about the ones I adore linked HERE and HERE so you should go read those too :) I’m spreading my agenda’s rn.