Showing my best friend who's had to listen to two years of pirate brainrot pictures of the #OurFlagMeansDeath crew and getting her first impression thoughts and observations: a thread. 🧵 of 9 ⬇️
First up:
"I know that one, you've shown me your weird porn of him. He's got a new coat, and he's really happy about it but the guy behind him is like 'ahhh the label's still on it.'
'Oh it's Leslie Jones. Pretty much, that's just Leslie Jones looking great. She just turned up on set and they were like 'wow you look sick af' and then she was in it because she looked so fly. No one cast her, the camera just turned on.'
'OK, so someone's just told him 'I don't like this lasagne you made' and he's like 'it's my mother's recipe, how dare you! My nonna's spaghetti! She gone be so upsetti!'
'OK so this guy just turned up in one of those fast fashion shops for tweens and was like 'oh, finally, belly shirts are really in right now.''
Me: What do you think his name is?
Her, *whispered*: ...Fernando.
'This guy just fell over. It's really unfortunate. He's just really clumsy. Someone left something out on deck and he went 'whoopsie doodle!''
Me: you're actually pretty close to the truth.
Her, guessing wildly: 'oh boy, what a day to be... captain... smiggs?'
'Taylor.'
Me: just Taylor?
'Taylor... Swifts. Undercover. She wants to be on a boat now. She loves boats. Nautical-core. I don't know, I just looked at her and at first, tailor of suits, but then nope - Taylor of songs.'
'Oh this guy's a mime.'
Me: what do you think his role in the crew is?
Her: just a shit mime. He's just here so when they play charades he just wipes the floor with the rest of the crew.
'Someone's just gone in the bathroom, he was like 'urgh I really needed to go' and now he's sad. He's sad because he needed a shit. He's wondering whether to just go in the sea.
Me: where else would it go?
Her: like in a corner. I know how ships work, I've been on a cruise.
'Have you seen Ratatouille? It's like that, the seagull is controlling that guy. He makes the foodfor the ship, but all the food's just raw regurgitated fish, like a fucked up sushi bar.'
And, scene.
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Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.
He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.
omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.
it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.
drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.
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10, 26, and 27 please!!! 🧡🧡
Ahhhh! Yay! Thanks anon you're the best!
10) Pick an element for them! What is it?
For Jean, that's kind of a tough one but it'd probably be lightning! It's quick and flashy! I think she'd like the feeling of the crackle too! Plus she wouldn't need an Amp anymore! She would be the Amp!
26) What are their loved/liked gifts?
Oh! This isn't something I've thought a lot about! So thanks for asking this one!
Loved: Honey, pins and patches, stupid stickers, anything she can wear that will remind her of you, home cooked meals! (She cannot cook for shit, please help her.),
If you give her cds and records, she's on one knee with a ring out. Congratulations.
Liked: Any cool rock you find, plants (the only reason this isn't love, is because she's afraid she'll kill it and it'll make her sad), guitar picks, and energy drinks!
27) What are their hated/disliked gifts?
Again! Not something I thought about! This one is gonna be tricky Jean's not usually a picky person! She's just happy you thought of her.
Hated: anything too expensive - she's not a fan of people spending too much money on her, money (she'd rather you just keep it and use it on yourself)
Oh! Nuts! She's allergic! So she'll die. (Because that stupid ass will want to eat them very badly.)
Dislikes: Most gems (again, it's a bit too much. It's not that she doesn't appreciate it. It's just..not her style). Books (again, not that she doesn't appreciate it, she just won't have the time to read it.) She can't read.
And then probably things like mugs? She's never home so again it's another gift that will just collect dust.
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