#yeah what the fuck remember when these two were like
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Dan: Welcome to Bubba’s, what can I get started for you?
A Child: Will two dollars get me a burger and fries?
Dan: Kid, in this economy? I can make you a milkshake. I’ll throw in two cherries and sprinkles too.
A Child: But I really want a burger.
Another Child: Yeah lady, look at the poor kid, he’s starving.
Dan: He looks fine to me.
A Child: What if we paid you back tomorrow?
Dan: Like you’re really gonna remember to do that.
A Child: You’re mean!
Another Child: YEAH! Maybe this is why you work at a crappy fast food job!
Dan: Alright dipshits, now you’ve pissed me off. Get out! [ mumbles to self ] What the hell?
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[ door opens ]
Dan: Shitshit- [ swat swat ]
Jeremy: You really gotta stop doing that in the walk in. You’re lucky I haven’t told the big man.
Dan: Like you’re so eager to get on his good side. Do they pay you extra for being his bitch?
Jeremy: Now that was foul.
Dan: Awh, don’t act so surprised Jeremy.
Jeremy: You know, I liked you better when you didn’t talk.
Dan: I wonder why.
Jeremy: I just don’t get why you’re so sour ninety-nine percent of the time. You’re actually really cool when you aren’t being a complete ass.
Dan: Was that supposed to wound me?
Jeremy: What happened Dan? Three weeks ago, you were practically all over me.
Dan: For fucks sake I gave you head once for a favor-
Jeremy: Right, your essay. Hope things worked out.
Dan: Do you want a thank you?
Jeremy: I want you to be honest. I feel like we have a lot of chemistry, Daniella. I know I’m not the only one that sees it.
Dan: Then clearly you and whoever don’t know shit. Also, don’t call me Daniella. I hate it.
#first things first welcome to bubba's#second there are so so many things wrong here BAHAHAHAHB#tessellate#sims 4 story#show us your story
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Hear me out!
Imagine like, (toji, gojo, geto, nanami, the gang from jjk2) meeting a little brat boy (reader) back then only for them to meet again in the present and then find out that the little brat boy (reader) was actually a tomboy when they were younger and is now currently a curvy athletic slim hot woman
FUCK.
(by the way reader was 10 when they met back then and is currently 19 when they meet again)
.｡*♡warnings: slight suggestions, reader getting sexualized, gojo being gojo, crack, fluff.
.｡*♡: reader would be called by "Mal" short for "Marlena" (you can ignore it if you want)
.｡*♡characters: gojo.
.｡*♡coming next: Naoya coming next...
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when gojo was a student at jujutsu high 9 years ago he surely remembered meeting a ten year old boy there, he remembered the boy mentioned his name was Mal'? It was a weird name and a weird quiet kid but gojo brushed it off back then, he mainly focused on annoying the hell outta that kid back then.
Currently Gojo had recently found out through yuji and nobara's gossiping that a new student will be joining jujutsu high, and that student's name just happened to be Mal'. gojo rushed to be the first one to meet the new student, wondering if it really was the same kid from 9 year's ago
"Finally, about time we meet again-"
Gojo suddenly cut himself off as he finally looked up at the new student called Mal'
But..
the person standing there was a woman.
"Hm?....." The lady was staring at him calmly, she looked tall, athletic slim, yet curvy, with short hair reaching her ear. She was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck black sweater with the jujutsu high uniform jacket loosely worn around her shoulder's
"Huh?" Gojo was confused at why the student was a woman and not a boy like he thought "wait, are you the new student?"
"Yeah..." She replied calmly as she raised an eyebrow
"...but you're a girl?" He looked at her appearance again, dumbfounded.
"uhh....got a problem with that, pal?..." She tilted her head curiously, not understanding what was up with him.
Gojo realized he probably looked like a complete sexist douchebag, he tried covering it up with flashing a cheeky smile "No, it's just that, uh, I thought you were going to be a boy."
she cracked a laugh "Why would ya' think that?..."
He knew by asking what he was about to ask there will be two outcomes 1 he'll come out as an idiot in front of his new student at their first day, two might be the solution to this problem, so fuck it. "Huh...it's just that... 12 years ago while I was a student I met a kid at jujutsu high called Mal', a weird name I know right, anyway that kid was a boy, and he looked very much like you." Gojo had a somewhat worried look on his face waiting to see her reaction.
"yeah that's me. I remember you albino weirdo...." She just stated out bluntly.
Gojo let out a nervous chuckle when he heard "albino weirdy" but his smile faltered when he heard "remember you." "So you really weren't just a figment of my imagination?" "I have a lot of questions."
"I figured so..." She stated calmly
Gojo chuckled hearing her say he was just silly "So, back to the most important question.....HOW THE HELL ARE YOU A GIRL." Gojo kept going curiously "I mean your body is totally different from back then, you're a whole ass woman now, so, did you... switch genders?" He said, hardly preventing himself from checking her out. "I want an actual explanation for this, like are you gender-fluid, or were you born to be trans, or did you get a sex change, WHAT?"
she cracked a laugh at his somewhat frustrated curiosity "Whoa, calm down there buddy..."
Gojo had a light pout on his face "Huh? But these are genuine questions though, I mean what the hell did your body just suddenly switch gears to a woman's or what?" Gojo had no shame, no fear of coming off as a creepy perv.
Here comes the explanation:
"well...I was never a boy as you called it, I was just kind of a tomboy when I was a little..." She chuckled softly
Gojo was relieved but also kinda embarrassed at the realization that she was just a boyish girl, then another question popped up in his mind. "Well that makes so much more sense, but now we're back to another main question, How did your body become...curvy?"
"let's just say puberty hit me like a truck as soon as I turned ten..." She grinned calmly as she placed her hands in her pockets
Gojo looked in awe at the girl's figure, but he kept on staring anyway....so shameless and we know it. "How lucky are you to be hit by puberty like that, my body went through puberty too but, I only got a few muscles and height. You, on the other hand..."
"straight up advanced puberty..." She chuckled "But thanks...."
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(reader was 10 when they first met gojo(16) making them 19 currently when they meet again after 9 year's with gojo(25).)
Share your thoughts?
#jjk x you#jjk smut#jjk men x reader#jjk x reader#reqs open#gojo satoru#request#gojo x reader smut#gojo x reader#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo
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What is your favorite RvB arc? What’s you’re favorite RvB season?
(I ask them as two different questions cuz sometimes they don’t always match up: my favorite arc is Recollection but my favorite season is 10) :)
EASY. CHORUS. NO FUCKING DOUBT IN MY MIND.
Now, I’ll preface this with I have yet to see past season 16 for my own reasons (though I intend to watch them now) but Chorus has always been my favorite seasons full stop. Favorite season? Yeah still Chorus.
Chorus makes me insane cause it’s Tuckers best set of seasons and personally I wish they would write him like that again. I wish they’d write all the reds and blues like that again. I really do just thing they were the best seasons for the characters especially my favorites.
Watching a character who for so long was nothing more than a walking sex joke have to face the fact that he had to step up and be a leader is insane to me. Not even to talk about the fact that Tucker through this whole time is under so much pressure in so many ways.
Firstly you have Wash and Kimball constantly telling him that he can be better that he can do better and where they think they’re working to uplift him they’re really just unknowingly bringing him down cause Tucker physically can’t see himself as anything even close to a capable soldier
Tucker has like actual fucking insecurities but we never see them cause he’s got so much bravado to him to mask it all like THIS is when we see that it’s so fascinating
Also just lots of people die in RvB and most the MCs don’t bat much an eye even when they cause it but Tucker’s reaction to getting some kid killed in a mission that he was supposed to be running is fucking EARTH shattering
Also the characters in this arc are so amazing. From Locas and Felix to Kimball and Doyal and all Polomo and all them like god what an amazing supporting cast holy shit
ALSO THE ANGST! THE DRAMA! TUCKER GETTING FOR REAL AND ACTUALLY STABBED! THEM THINKING THAT THEIR FRIENDS ARE BEING TORTURED! THE TUCKINGTON OF IT ALL!!!!
Anyways best arc best set of seasons full fucking stop I have seen RvB in it’s entirety at least five maybe six times but the Chorus arc I have watched more times than I can remember I will just flip on those three seasons and go ham
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They say it's your birthday, we're going to have a good time
I'm in a pretty good mood today, and finally finished Buggy's birthday fic. I'll be honest, I originally planned a different scenario, but it was rewritten. We're waiting for another birthday fic with Buggy and my OC. English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.
Description: Buggy's birthday. You want to cheer him up.
Words: 2369
Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots
The title is taken from “Birthday” by The Beatles.
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“That was great, pumpkin.” Buggy flopped down on the bed, breathing heavily.
“A sexy present for the birthday boy.” You curled up in a ball and snuggled close to his chest.
“I'm ready to receive gifts like that every day.” He hugged you tighter.
“How do you feel yourself today?” You started stroking his hand.
Buggy exhaled and mumbled in your hair. “Old.”
“You're not old, you're only 38.” You took his hand and squeezed it.
“Yes? What have I accomplished by the time I'm 38?” Buggy looked at you with sad eyes. “I didn't find the treasure. Fucking little kid in a straw hat beat me again. He's annoying as hell. I want to kill that little shit myself.”
“You will kill him, my love. You will.” You pecked him on his nose. “But today, we don't remember that bastard. Today is the birthday of my favorite Captain Buggy the Clown! And I've got a few presents for you!”
“Wasn't morning sex a present?” Buggy giggled idiotically.
“No, asshole. Wait here!” You threw on a robe and ran to the closet.
“Why are you wearing a robe, Y/N? I like your naked body!”
“Shut up!” You ran back and jumped on the bed. “So, this’s my gift number one.” You held out the box in his hands.
“Gift number two.” Buggy showed you two fingers. “Don't discount sex, baby.”
“Open the present, please!” You pecked him on his lips. “Happy birthday, my clown! I love you!”
“Thanks, pumpkin. Okay, let’s see…” Buggy shook the box and opened the lid. “New brushes?”
“Yeah.” You took the brush and twirled it in your hands. “Your brushes have seen better days. I stole them when we were on the island.”
“What did you do?” Buggy looked at you with round eyes and started laughing. “You stole them? For me? I don't know how to react to that statement, baby. I'm either shocked or flattered. My girl's turning into a thief, huh?”
“That's your bad influence, jackass.” You pecked him on his lips again. “There's another gift in there. It's a box in a box. Open up! Open up!”
“All right!” Buggy opened another lid. “New gloves?”
“Yeah. Your old ones are worn out too, and I'm having a hard time sewing them up. Oh! There's another present in there.” You've been chewing on your finger waiting.
“You’re spoiling me, baby. Okay! What have we got here?” Buggy pulled out a braided leather bracelet in the shape of bones.
“I made it especially for you!” You took the bracelet in your hands and tied it on his hand. “And you see the ties here. Look, there's your Jolly Roger on the ends.”
“You made this for me?” Buggy rose his hand to have a closer look.
“Of course I made! You'll wear it and remember me all day long.” You kissed his temple. “Okay! I have another present, but it's in the kitchen.”
“Oh, no, Y/N. I don't want to get up. I don't want anything at all.” Buggy flopped down on the bed and covered himself with a blanket.
“But why, baby? It's your birthday!” You started stroking his body.
“So what?” Buggy mumbled from under the blanket. “I don't want anything. I want to lie like this all day. I'm a worthless clown. And this worthless clown wants to spend his birthday under the blanket. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Go away!”
“Oh, no! That's not gonna work! You put your pants on right now, and we're going to the kitchen. Where's my fun-loving, booze-swilling Buggy gone?” You lifted the blanket and looked at his displeased face.
“He's still in his 37s.” Buggy lowered the blanket. “If we don't have sex again, I'm going to sleep.”
“Get up!” You grabbed his legs and pulled him off the bed.
“What the fuck, pumpkin? What are you doing?!” Buggy fell to the floor with a crash. “Fuck, my back!”
“Put your pants on. We're going to the kitchen.”
Buggy rolled his eyes, growled, and reluctantly started to get dressed. He was grumbling the whole time. As he put on his pants, while he put on his socks and t-shirt. Buggy mumbled he didn't want anything and asked to be left alone. You pecked his cheek to cheer him up, took his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. You opened the door with a wide smile and... there was no one in the kitchen.
“Bunch of idiots!” You muttered under your breath
“Did you bring me to see an empty kitchen? I’m fucking impressed, Y/N. Wow!” Buggy clapped his hands.
“No! There was supposed to be a surprise!” You look around the room.
“You mean the surprise where the idiots jump up from the fucking tables and yell "surprise"?” Buggy placed his hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah. I don't know where everybody went.” You glanced at him and was about to cry.
“Honey, they're still here.”
“Where?”
“I see Mohji's head ri-i-i-ght there.” Buggy pointed his finger at the table. “Watch and learn how to do it.” He blew his whistle and a sleepy crew came out from behind the tables.
“Are you kidding me? What the fuck, guys?” You clasped your hands.
“Sorry, Y/N.” Mohji rubbed his eyes. “We were waiting for you and fell asleep.”
“Assholes!” You stomped your foot. “You didn't have to do much. Wait a little while, jump up from the table and shout happy birthday! Is it too much I asked you?”
The team shrugged and scratched their heads in sync. “Oh, right! Happy birthday, our incomparable Captain Buggy! You are our sun, sea and stars. We wish you-- Well, all the best.”
You and Buggy were both squinting at that bad show.
“I can't, Y/N.” Mohji became nervous. “You and the Captain look at me with the same expression, I'm frightened.”
“Get outta here!” You said angrily, but nobody moved. “Are you kidding me, right?”
“Watch and learn again, pumpkin!” Buggy ruffled your hair. “Hey, you, fucking fat lazy sea rats. Let's all get out of here.” He barked at everyone and the whole crew quickly ran out of the kitchen.
“I'm sorry, please.” You looked at him with sad eyes. “That was supposed to be nice.”
“Forget it, as you said, they are bunch of idiots.” Buggy plopped down on the chair.
“But we're still celebrating your birthday, my love!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on his cheek.
“Can I go back to bed? I want to celebrate it there.” Buggy rolled his eyes.
“No! I've got a present for you. Fi-i-irst!! That's a beer!” You ran to the fridge and took his favorite beer. “Tw-o-o-o-o! It's this deliciousness.” You put a huge cake on the table. “Happy birthday, my favorite Captain! The most fearsome and fearless Captain of all the seas! The one who's going to be king of the pirates!” You noticed how Buggy looked at the cake in surprise. “What is it? You don't like it?”
“Are you kidding me?” Buggy twisted the plate in different directions. “It's a cake shaped like a pile of hot dogs! How did you sneak it in here?”
You blushed and giggled. “I didn’t sneak it! I've been baking it for two days. It's got sponge cake, cream and nuts inside. Just the way you like it.”
“Looks yummy! But can I go back to bed after cake?”
“Stop grumbling, Buggy!” You stroked his cheek. “We're celebrating your birthday! Today, you're resting and doing nothing.”
“That's why I want to go to bed, Y/N!” Buggy glanced at you. “To rest and to do nothing. But we can relax together, if you know what I mean.”
“I always know what you mean, baby.” You tapped him on the shoulders.
“Pumpkin, I wanna go to bed!”
“No!” You put some candles in the cake. “Here! Make a wish and blow out the candles.”
Buggy looked at you, rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine! I wish to be the king of the pirates, I wish that little boy and his hat out of my life. I wish to sail the seas till I'm old.”
“Hey!” You put your hands on the table and placed your chin on the palms. “Where am I on that wish list?”
“All right! I wish to be the king of the pirates, I wish that little boy and his hat out of my life. I wish to sail the seas till I'm old with Y/N. Is that okay?” Buggy blew out the candles and you clapped happily.
“Yes! Try it!” You put the fork in Buggy’s hands, he carefully broke off a piece with the fork and put the cake in his mouth. A small smile appeared on his face and he broke off another piece. “Like it?”
“Very tasty, Y/N! No one had baked me cakes before.” He took your hand and pulled you onto his lap. “Can the old loser go to bed now?”
“You’re not old. And not a loser.” You ate a piece of cake from Buggy’s fork.
“C'mon!” He took another piece of cake. “This fucking kid and his red-haired friend are probably already worth a million of money, and I can’t even add a couple of hundreds to my wanted poster.”
“What are you talking about?” You took a sip of his beer. “The marines are already giving you much more money for your head than when we met. And I'm sure they will give even more soon. Because you’re amazing!” You kissed him on his cheek. “Oh! You know, I know how to cheer you up!”
“Are we going to bed?” Buggy took a sip and ate another piece of cake.
“No, you fool. Grab the cake, the booze and let's go.”
Buggy shrugged, took everything with him, and you dragged him into the ship's large storage room. Inside, everything was littered with barrels, hay and bags, but thanks to the large windows, the room was not dark.
“Put everything on this barrel!” You looked at Buggy, who was taking a bite of the cake without a fork. “Seriously? You just eat like a pig.”
“I'm a pirate, I don't know about manners. And your cake is delicious.” He walked closer to you and put his hand on your waist. “Nuts. Tasty!”
“You're covered in cake, my Buggy the Clown.” You wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Wait here! I’ll be back.” You ran away somewhere for a minute and quickly came back. Buggy continued to eat the cake with his hands and sip his beer. “Look what I’ve got!” You handed the leaflets into his hands.
“If this is such a fucking twisted way to humiliate me, then you got it, pumpkin. Why did you bring them here?” Buggy was shaking posters of Luffy and Shanks in his hand.
“We're going to have fun now! These two assholes hurt my boyfriend. We're going to hurt them now.” You pecked him on the cheek, grabbed the posters and pinned them to the board. "We'll throw darts at them and tell why we hate them."
“Are you okay in your head?” Buggy chuckled.
“Completely. I won't let anyone hurt my baby.”
“And exactly for this, I love you so much, Y/N!” Buggy stood up, groaning, and came closer to you. “I'm the first to throw at their posters.”
“It is your birthday today.” You gave him another peck on the cheek and ran to drink a beer. “And let’s start our private party!!”
“Okay. I hate you, the guy in the hat and that red-haired guy because you're always fucking positive!” Buggy threw a dart and hit Luffy in the hat. “Fuck, yes!”
“Woohoo!!!” You happily picked up the bottle and kicked your legs. “Let's take one more shot!”
“Okay! I hate you for stealing my map!” Buggy threw the dart again and hit Luffy in the nose. “Take it, asshole!”
“Oh, Buggy! Can I try to kick them?!” He beckoned you with his hand and placed the dart in your palm. “I’m about to throw it at the redhead. I hate you for hurting my Captain!” You threw a dart at Shanks' poster and hit him in the forehead. “Yes, fuck!” You high-fived Buggy with both hands.
“Now it's me again! I hate that you tricked me with the fucking map when we were in Marineford.” Buggy threw a dart.
“Yes! Red-haired asshole!” You took a sip of beer. “Me now!!” You took the dart. “I hate you, hat boy, that you're the reason Buggy ended up in jail.”
Buggy cleared his throat. “Baby, technically…”
“Doesn't matter! It's his fault anyway!” You threw the dart and hit Luffy in his neck. “I won't even apologize.” You placed the dart in Buggy's hand. “Your turn.”
“Because of you I was struck by fucking lightning!” He hit in Luffy's forehead. “Yeah! I’m still good!”
“Of course, you're! Can I throw it again?” Buggy took your hand, gave you the dart and kissed you on the top of your head.
You rubbed the dart with your palms. “Oh! I know! You are both so correct and honest. Look at us from your posters. Well, like real gentlemen. I hate gentlemen!” You threw a dart and hit Shanks in the eye. “Yes!”
“This is my girl!” Buggy hugged you and kissed your head again. “Thank you!”
“Are you feeling better now?” You hugged him around his waist.
“Oh, definitely!”
“I propose to continue our “I hate you” sheet!” You looked into his eyes.
“I don't mind. But first…” Buggy pulled you closer and kissed you on the lips.
“What are you doing?” You moved your head a little. “Somebody might come here!”
“And? Fuck it. It's my birthday today and I want another gift! This game has me a little turned on.” Buggy threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the hay. “We've never done this in the hay before, right? Let’s try!”
“BUGGY!!!! Let me go!” You started kicking your legs.
“I can not hear you, Y/N!! I’m an old, deaf clown.”
“Damn you, Buggy. Okay. Let's try it in the hay. Happy birthday, jerk!”
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Ineffable Slices of Life pt. 1
“Ah, there you are.” Aziraphale barged into the room with seemingly no consideration for the passed out demon inside. The bastard.
Said demon groaned — it might have been a plea for help or to be left alone.
“Here I am. You found me,” Crowley said, voice sleep-rough as he flipped on his back. “Gold star, angel.”
Aziraphale closed the door with a soft click, the sound seeming to echo in the quiet room.
Out of the corner of his eye, Crowley watched him as he stood there for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. Ask me, Crowley urged silently. Ask me what I’m doing in your bed. Again.
Just when Crowley was about to tell him to sit down, Aziraphale moved towards the bed.
Crowley stilled, but he merely walked past it, and sat down on the armchair near the window.
Far enough away to be socially acceptable, the Aziraphale in his head said, but close enough for pleasant discourse.
Crowley rubbed the meat of his palm over his eyes. He must make quite the picture, splayed out on Aziraphale’s bed, limbs sprawled, his normally perfect red locks devilishly disheveled.
On a normal day, he’d show more decency around Aziraphale. He’d pull down his rucked up shirt, blink the sleep out of his eyes, take care not to leave ring stains on Aziraphale’s centuries old mahogany side-table.
None of the days lately have been normal.
“Drinking alone, I see.” Aziraphale glanced pointedly at the two empty wine bottles.
“Mn, yeah, you were busy. With Jim.” Crowley blinked, bleary-eyed, at his wristwatch. 11:40 am. Plenty of time to continue getting sloshed the rest of the day. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“That was hours ago,” Aziraphale said, frowning slightly.
“You bought him a gift.” Lot of good an exceedingly sulky nap did him, it seemed.
“Well, I thought he’d enjoy it,” Aziraphale said, all puffed up and proud.
“��What was it?” Crowley asked, because clearly he was an idiot who relished in torment.
“Ah, a beautifully bound journal. With a soft leather cover and the most exquisite, high-quality pages. I've included a rather lovely fountain pen as well, with ink that subtly shimmers with intent.”
“You wot,” Crowley turned to look at him, his lips twitched. “you miracled it?”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t a proper miracle. Merely a… helpful suggestion.”
“A suggestion for an amnesiac archangel to write down his deepest and darkest thoughts?”
“That would be playing it rather fast and loose with the term ‘amnesiac’, don’t you think, dear?”
“Does he even know how to write?”
“Well, of course —”
“Not it.”
Aziraphale blinked. “Not it, what?”
“I’m not doing it. I’m not teaching bloody archangel Gabriel who may or may not be faking, how to write. You’re it.”
“No one is it, he knows how to write. I think.”
Crowley blinked at the ceiling, his silence laden with doubt.
“He knows how to read.” Aziraphale pointed out a bit tetchily. “It’s perfectly safe to assume writing is still a skill-set he possesses.”
“’S kinda hard to imagine Gabriel possessing any skills other than being a downright bast —”
“Crowley.” The tone was so chiding, it almost made Crowley want to cough up an apology. Almost.
“Are you really that troubled over it?” Aziraphale asked.
“Nah.” Crowley blinked again (he was doing an awful lot of blinking), the faint brush-strokes on the ceiling were starting to form long-forgotten shapes. Were those symbols? “If he does write something, we could read it.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“Don’t act like that wouldn’t be playing out precisely how you’d hoped.”
“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you mean,” Aziraphale countered primly.
“You might as well have sat him down and ordered him to write everything he remembers, at gunpoint.”
“I would never —!” Hand over his heart, Aziraphale managed to give him a look that was both scandalous and impish.
“Yeah, no, ‘course, a miracled fountain pen that gently coaxes its handler to write whatever comes to mind is a much more ethical approach.”
“It encourages creativity and introspection without any undue influence. Perfect for someone rediscovering themselves.”
Crowley snorted. “Leave it to you to passive-aggressively send his Holy Highness to therapy.”
“Well, sometimes we all need a bit of gentle encouragement, don’t we?”
Crowley’s eyes narrowed, then he pushed himself up on his elbows, giving Aziraphale a look of mock horror. “Therapy, angel? Are you suggesting we go all touchy-feely and introspective? What’s next, group hugs and trust falls?” He shuddered theatrically. “Honestly, you read too many books.”
“You mean to tell me your reaction to all of this has been completely reasonable?”
“Has yours? You’re harboring a fugitive archangel in your bookshop!”
“We’ve been over this. You agreed it was the right thing to do.”
Crowley flopped onto his back, fingers interlaced over his chest. Perhaps if he couldn't see Aziraphale, the fear and anger gnawing at him might stop.
“Unless you didn’t agree,” Aziraphale frowned, lips pursed in displeasure. “But then — why did you come back?”
“You know why,” Crowley suddenly felt a profound weariness, right down to his bones. “Naivety was never your colour, angel.”
The silence that followed felt stifling. Crowley lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Those were definitely ethereal symbols up there, giving him a proper headache.
He wondered how he was supposed to wriggle out of this mess now. There was no chance he was dancing again. One indignity per century was more than enough to endure.
Finally, Aziraphale said quietly, almost shyly, “Do you want to see your present?”
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#good omens aziraphale#good omens crowley#good omens brainrot#ineffable idiots#ineffable fanfic#fanfic#good omens s2#aziraphale x crowley#aziraphale and crowley#writing#writers on tumblr#aziracrow#ineffable spouses
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What if Sugarboo also had divorced parents so when Seth came back the two of them joked about it all the time
Seth seems like he would joke more about his Dad and the issues there than he would his Mum. Because yeah both hurt him but he finds it easier to joke abt his Dad
SB probably made a joke about their first breakfast together being similair to the times their parents were forced to be around each other (for a birthday or handover), and how living with them, at first, was like mid-divorce tenseness (everyone knew what was happening but nobody would talk abt it)
Thing is Seth starts to feel pretty fucking guilty, he knows how difficult dealing with divorce can be and now he was making somebody else remember what that was like. And yeah SB is clearly joking (...most of the time) but Seth still feels like shit, I mean he already feels guilty for all the issues he's caused the two and now he feels like he's reminding them of something that can be super traumatic for anybody! Like rubbing salt in the wound
Then to add to all of this, SB does genuinely feel pretty down about the whole thing. Being around the two (like right after Seth came back, when everything was super awkward) reminded them of their childhood, more specifically it made them think of the way them and their siblings were torn apart by it. During divorce it's not unusual for one child to lean towards one parents and other to lean towards the other and SB knows what that feels like...it feels like this. Whenever they were all together it just felt so weird, they all still cared about each other deeply but the fact that they could spend months without seeing each other made then realise that they would all go through things without their siblings being there for them. They all started spending more time with their chosen parent and they started to drift apart. Every one of them would get their own interests that the others wouldn't know about because of their time apart and being in that environment again scared SB
They didn't really talk to some of their siblings anymore because of the differences that formed during their times separated so now that they were sensing that kind of tension between Al and Seth they were scared that they would lose them too.
They joke about it not just to try and convince Al and Seth that it doesn't actually bother them...but to try and convince themself that they're not upset by it.
#coming from a child of divorce#when your parents are mid divorce so mot yet properly split and everything is awkward#and ur parents keep shit talking each other and you just wanna disown them#yuurivoice#jet's rambling again#yuurivoice bittersweet#yuurivoice seth
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fruity gay people apparently do not last over 20 minutes reading a book
#elsword#digital art#fanart#my art#ainchase ishmael#ain (elsword)#aincest#yeah what the fuck remember when these two were like#SUPER ducking popular for apparently no reason#i do#i miss that era can we go b#ITS BEEN ALMOST 7 YEARS#selfcest#haha#ElTag#does. eltag still exist?#el tag
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#AUUUGH WAILING SCREAMING CRYING SLIDING DOWN THE WALL SOBBING#BROCEDES PLEASE WHY COULDN'T YOU TWO HAVE BEEN NON-FAMOUS#WHY DID YOU DRAG ALL OF US INTO YOUR SITUATIONSHIP#my mom is sick of me wailing about them. nearly collapsed at work when i remembered 'yes... and team-mate'#sliver springs is going platinum in my house rn#how can you be childhood friends and just fall apart like that? i think about falling out with tas like that and i go nearly catatonic#yeah you're a 7x wdc winner and you got the one wdc that you wanted but was it worth it? was this loss worth it? would you do it again?#going by the interviews they probably would and that's why they fell out in the first place. i literally cannot imagine caring about some#trophy over my childhood best friend but like i guess that's why they're pro level athletes and i'm in my room posting about them#anyway what the fuck was up during f1 photographers during their fallout? why is every photo of them cinematic? did you know we'd be using#them? did you know we'd go crazy? or were you also like 'oh this is cinema in the making. i gotta capture this.'?#anyway for all of that want to know where the quote is from‚ it's jacob black from twilight when bella is getting turned into a vamp#stephanie meyer had one (1) banger line and it was this#brocedes#brocedes edit#f1 edit#f1 web weaving#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#nr6#lh44#formula 1#web weaving#please ignore my absolutely atrocious photo editing skills. thank you imgflip!!
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Just had the idea of doing a Roxy askblog that's based on it being a secret blog she's not allowed to have and every so often if someone asks her something she just says stuff like "To the Fazspy reading this, I'm not the real Roxy." to try and throw the staff off her trail lmao
Will probably never make a blog like that, but it could be kinda funny. Maybe I bring the idea of an 'ask Roxy anything' game back where I draw the answers for it instead so it's not a whole ass blog dedicated to Roxy being a sneaky lil shit on the internet
#there's several reasons I probably won't do it but it's a fun spin on stuff#roxy exploring the closed off parts of the plex in first person lmao#taking pictures like 'look see? its right there!' and she's pointing at literally nothing because the camera doesn't see what her eyes see#could be funny!#but doing things is... I would say it's improving but not really#it's improving in a maybe it is maybe it isn't sort of way so who knows if I'll ever get to do it anyway#ANYWAY yeah I'll probs not do this. literally no one would interact with it#the people are bored of my plex history stuff anyway so like... yeah it's cool I know when something won't work#an askblog only works if it gets asks and uh yeah the amount of askblogs I've seen die off within a week here because of that is crazy#no thank you to that I think!#I'm not putting the effort into something like that just to have it die so fast#hi if you read this far go find an askblog and pester the shit out of them it's fun#I haven't seen any around for a while but I also can't view half of tumblr on my phone#so it's really fucking hard to see them even if I follow them :(#but yeah if there's any sb askblogs out there or anyone that wants to have a go at it tag me in a post.#I WILL show up to be silly in your inbox though I may not always remember the plot if there is one#again. I can't see half of tumblr on mobile and that includes blogs but I'll do my best man#askblogs are fun! they're goofy and chaotic!#highly recommend!! I haven't ran one in years but they were very fun!!#ANYWAY Roxy just making posts like 'Jerry. Sandy. I know what you two keep doing in the Gator Golf caravan. :)'#just name dropping random plex guests to be like 'I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE' for shits and giggles#'who are they?' 'oh just two morons that dont know I know Everything Ever. Don't worry about it.'#ya know?? fun! goofy shit! could be funny!#random pictures from inside the plex like 'lmao they think I cant see them' and its just a fucking wall like yeah I wonder why#maybe it's the fucking wall in the way who knows? it's a mystery sdfdsf#pop rox talks
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okay but imagine if before going to the murder tribunal astarionmance resisting!durge went with astarion to cazador’s mansion and then failed to stop the ritual. after all of that. after getting their brain scrambled enough to separate the urge from their sense of self. after mutually tripping and falling over backwards in love with the one person who has a chance at understanding what durge is going through. losing control and trying to kill him once already. successfully making it through that night for him to reaffirm this isnt them, they can fight it……………all to lose him forever to his own Father.
durge would go mad with grief and probably would choose to usurp orin just driven by blinding need for revenge on cazador. whoof
#bg3 spoilers#disclaimer i havent actually played either of these quests yet. im trying to decide if i want to deal with orin or cazador next actually#im trying to think about what Worst ending would look like and i think its this#thats her emotional support vampire boyfriend#and the only person she can remember ever loving#i do hc morri and gortash were together but#its not that she loved him its that he fascinated her. two faced charismatic populist dictator who just completely unironically likes her#*dictator wannabe#at her most ruthless. and morri is a calculating even machiavellian kind of brutal#that gortash would totally have a hard on for#so it was more like he became a people pleasing little pup around her and she wanted to see him on a leash#like me when im like ‘ough i need to put him in a bug jar’#anyway. what was i saying#oh yeah morri’d lose his fucking mind if astarion died#the only winner in that scenario would be bhaal#literally love fucking loses. destiel ending.#oh but she still saves the day so see its still a good ending (sarcasm) (destiel ending)
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i hope i die, you broke my heart
#personal#my posts#so fucking tired oh my god#just yelled at my sister so loud that my throat is sore over a piece of fuciing plastic#sometimes ecerytbinf feels so bad and its like. what do i even do#like ok i relapse and i need a break from someone and they loose their fucking shit on me#taljing about how you always deal with my shit and youre tired of how i see you as the worst in the group#as if i didnt literally repeat to you over and over again that i love you and that i always will even when you kept denying it#all of the times youve left all the servers and the gc and all that and i was there to comfort you#theres a reason im always the person you go to#byt yeah . im neverrrr there for you#like is it just that im not there for you in the Same Way that youre there forme ??#does it need to be completely equal to be fair#and idk. i know hes struggling too but its so fucking stupid because ive been struggling for months and i dont treat u like tjat#im tired of feeling like i have to do two times more than everyone else ro be worthy of their love#like sorry man but im fucking sick and tired#i know ill be fine without you but like youre so sick right now that i dont know what youll do without all of us#idk im just like. you used to be so kind but now youre writing your name in mu blood#and sometimes i feel bad because i didnt mean evedytbinf i said to you but lets be honest#you didnt mean everyrbinf you said either#and i dont know if you were ever the right person because a lot of the time i think we are just two chemicals that werent meant to mix#but ill always remember you when i hear that one song and im making it sound like this is some kind if goodbye but it Really isnt#but like there was a time when i would tear myself apart for you. mot even because i liked you that much#i guess i just wanted someone that liked me as much as you did???#and when j say that it isnt even about one soecific oerson. its an amalgamation of ecery person tgat has ever loved me#a little more than they were supposed to#i think i hate ahen people love me Too Much because i dont want to be adored like that it scares me#iknow what thats like and i dont want to be someone fp Its so scary#okay if im being honest i dont know whbat the fuck im saying right mow#byt like. idk. im tired and i think im done. tbh
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its so weird to read some of my old fics (do NOT do it but i'm just being hypothetical rn) and reading it. like who even was this person?? i completely was in a haze back in 2020. i literally was posting 3 chapters a day. A DAY. what in the WORLD was that shit.
anyway i remembered some STUPID sappy shit and i didnt remember if i'd put it into a fic or not BUT I FOUND IT.
She and Hope had been dating in secret for months anyway, and any attempt to go talk to Ryan only filed her disposition of displeasure upon knowing that she couldn’t tell anyone, Molly especially, it destroyed herself mentally. They couldn’t really go anywhere near the school, always having to lie to everyone about having projects together when Molly wasn’t around them.
It’d consisted with 9 PM - 2 AM intervals of being able to actually see each other. Hope would sneak through her small bedroom window with a portable record player and whatever she had gotten from the vintage record store downtown, and Amy would always fall asleep around eleven because of her internal clock.
She would always wake up to find a single sticky note stuck on the edge of her desk whenever she woke up to her alarm the next morning.
One of them, Amy still had tucked inside of her phone case, a heavily detailed human heart, with blue and red ink sketched onto a neon pink sticky note, there was a caption that headed the small paper reading the phrase over every now and again makes her almost melt every time.
“You have my heart.”
yeah idk why the fuck but i thought of this fucking idea again today and i was like "omg did i ever put that heart note thing in a fic???" yeah you fucking did.
all that to say ME AND WHO???? imagine. thats so fucking.... RAHHHH.
#NOT TOH FANFIC#see this is why i write fanfic. to enact some gay ass shit like this.#the fucking STICKY NOTE WITH A DRAWING OF A HUMAN HEART AND SAYING “YOU HAVE MY HEART” I AM ON THE FLOOR.#*sighs* sucks i cant reuse it on lumity though.#my friend making me realize i actually have rizz but am just too much of a disaster to actually understand cues with people#its a MESS. im just all over the place. i literally ranted to THE SAME FRIEND yesterday (or the day before??) abt some girl jesus.#anyway i remember writing A LOT OF POETRY back in hs about this one girl and then the same girl i got to talk to--#--my first actual conversation with her i blurted out that i wanted to shave my head. she was like.... oooooo god i was A MESS#still slid into her school dms during covid and was like “haha guess what i actually mf did???” anyway all that to say underlying dysphoria#they're nonbinary now too and i kinda ghosted them like a complete idiot :(. its been two years or so but i still think of them... a lot...#actually i have more lore about this person and its like istg they actually really liked me but i could not pick it up.#we had such SUCH good chemistry and vibes. n they were really pretty. ughhhhhh.#anyway yeah idk crushes are weird sometimes. the universe knows how unstoppable id be with a partner#i feel like i was the reason they were able to find themself and their identity because when we were talking i always encouraged them#and told them to do what felt right. im glad they did. i think sometimes that brings me peace. like i served a purpose.#STILL showed them toh. STILL SHOWED THEM TOH.#we were talking about amity LMAO “this green haired girl seems interesting” SHE SO WAS.#...yeah i wish i could text them but i kinda probably fucked it up.#shitposting shit#idk what this post is i just wanted to talk about this dumb sticky note thing because im rotating it in my brain and remembering how#mentally ill i was back in 2020#talking into the void yk how it isssss
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Morning! I'm here to harass you. 🤭
Hangover status?
And how vivid is the memory of stream? 🤣
GOOD MORNING STARS you could never harass me 😤
and LIKE I SAID DURING STREAM i never get hangovers !!!!!!! ive also been awake since like. 4AM so even if i did get one i'd prob be fine by now LOL
and trust. i remember. Everything from stream.
#snap chats#IVE ALSO BEEN DYING LOOKING AT THE FUCKIN BJ CHAT (OUT OF CONTEXT STATEMENT)#WDYM YOU LOT ARE MAING A COPMILATIONLJLERVEJLKVEJ im thoroughly obsessed witht he art too.. i have saved all of it </3#im thinking back on stream and thinking of how many more times i cuodlve roasted kayla tbh 😔#DEELGATING KAYLA TO KUME IS WILD THO i was thinkin ichi the whole time. tbh. aoki bullies ichi during streams real#also have a dumb doodle idea from it... lol... but ill do that durin drawing stream uhhhhh tuesday?#kayla and i were talking about it beforehand. or WHEN te fuck ever but yeah moving on#its how i remembered i needed to clean my suit a bit cause there was still sake stains on it FUCK#its fine now. trust. i take care of my suits like theyre my children <- dont spill alcohol on your children ?????#but yeah no im telling you alcohol is so weird to me becase i never forget anything and im Cognizant and always aware of what im doing#but yk. i do be a lil loopy 🥴 a 15 on the scale even 🥴 free rights to be stupid while only feeling KINDA bad about it#so funny how we were talking bout when id wear the masato outfit and i was like 'oh god prob not Ever if its with kayla'#and now we're doing it. part two. tonight LOL#you guys wanna see my shitty attempt at beard make up cause Highly Considering It
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ootd features the words "black dress" in its lyrics and people are like oh! this is a reference to another group's song, "black dress"!
i'm unwell.
#shrimp thoughts#also 'you people just Don't Understand' part 2: apparently there will be Part Two. just like with gee idle's allergy and queen/card#which. lol. apparently 'when allergy came out people were shocked because the it was basically 'if you're ugly tough shit just get a#surgery' but once queen/card came out everything was clear!' and like. how was it clear. what was clear.#one song is 'boo hoo i'm so ugly i hate looking at myself in the mirror and no one likes me i should get plastic surgery'#and the other is like 'ya hoo i'm so hot and sexy i'm like these two western celebrities!!!! i'm so cool i'm twerking on the runway'#kp/op kinda sucks balls in that it's like.... musical equivalent of tjlc crossed with marvel. it's basic ass pop made to sell except with a#faux deep garnish. and sometimes the garnish stands on its own! like if you take guerrilla it's clear that there's actually no deeper or#more detailed philosophy behind it. it's not really n.o where the 'rebellion' was actually supposed to be against something concrete#it's like. we want to feel! we don't want... not to feel! but the sound and visuals are strong enough that you don't mind it#like fuck yeah the lads are staging a revolution now! and now they're outlaws in a western! sort of! and now it's alice in wonderland!#but v often the companies actively make use of the fact that kp/op stans will obsessively look for Depth and Serious Themes in their#cultural reset slaying sotys. a girl looks at a butterfly? oh the song is about having an identity crisis like in that one poem about a guy#dreaming about being a butterfly. it's actually very deep and you can see it was all planned because there was a little butterfly icon#above the tracklist. and the fans get so attached to their headcanons theories and interpretations that they don't stop for a second#to check if there was anything in the 'text' in the first place#remember that one magritte post? this is also how kp/op stans interpret things. she wears a blue dress here and blue is the color of summer#and summer is when you have holidays and don't have to go to school! so by this blue dress she's trying to say that you should love#yourself and strive to be the best version of yourself by embracing your hobbies and extracurricular interests. this is so genius 😭
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Thinking about Berserk again. I havent read any of the new chapters because Miura's death kind of got to me really bad so thinking about or talking about berserk at all just made me really depressed and I think I probably havent even looked at it since he passed (after I used to reread huge chunks of it like every week) but now its been like two years and Im thinking I should just accept it and give the new stuff a shot.
One thing I am always thinking about though is how Miura's death effected discussion around Berserk and how much it will continue to effect discussion. Like, I always felt Berserk never got enough criticism. You can search Berserk on here and find all my old posts complaining about how everybody was jumping the gun on calling it One Of The Greatest Manga Ever when it wasnt even done and at the time most people were convinced it hadnt been good since like what, conviction arc? And that was back before Kentaro Miura died and his death has only made the discussion even more like "Berserk is a beautiful wonderful masterpiece and anyone with problems doesnt GET IT".
So like I stopped reading under the idea that no matter what happened it wasnt gonna be what REALLY shouldve happened, now I think thats kind of unfair and maybe I should give it a shot, but I think that idea is gonna be influencing how people talk about a manga that was already being given alot of undue praise and adoration from people who seemed to mostly never have actually read it and had nothing more interesting to say about it beyond it being the manga that popularized the idea of a guy with a big big sword. I dunno.
#Also when Miura died and everybodys first questions were like what was gonna happen to berserk. I dunno#I might be lying I might just never get back to it.#Berserk still very important to me but also the fact that it is continuing at all. I dunno I guess I dont know what Miura wouldve wanted#but it kind of seems nobody did and I have this feeling in my mind of like 'is the only reason they continued Berserk is because-#-its so profitable'. but I dont know enough about the current mangaka or like Anything to really say that without feeling like a jerk.#yeah somebody liked one of my really old berserk posts so I started thinking about how much I used to talk about Berserk but also#have just been thinking alot about it again in general. I dunno..............#also when I say got depressed I mean I got convinced art was stupid and pointless for a second it was fucking bad#Like this is kind of the one time ever a celebrity dying really got to me and it was because like he was gone and everybody was just#asking about when berserk was gonna continue and again the nicest thing most people said about berserk was it#popularizing a trope in anime. It made me feel hopeless#Fine now. been two years. Sad situation but I dont think thats gonna be all berserk gets remembered for now.#yeah this is long and rambly sorry. MY blog I can start posting about berserk really sadly out of nowhere.
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i barely slept at all last night because i was going through possible open jobs that i could apply for and then today i have just been writing and sending out several different applications to several completely different places and now i'm exhausted 😩
#also if any of those places now call me back...#i will be all ?!?!?! because yeah i applied to so many places and now can't even remember which place required what#that is always a problem#like i'm not lying in any of my applications that's not it#but depending on what the place is looking for of course i'm gonna highlight those skills while slightly downplaying the not relevant ones#and when you already have two different degrees like i have#and also other specific skills#i can't fucking remember what exactly i wrote in what application and shit#aaaanyways there are two - wait actually three - places that i would really like to get in touch with me#one is the best location wise and it best matches my latest degree - however it's only a temporary job#one is something completely different i've ever done and also the farthest away but sounds really fun and interesting#and one would be mostly customer service related but it'd be in a place that i just think would be really cool to have as a workplace#so idk#i also applied to several other places but those were just kinda... meh#but wish me luck#personal
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