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art-of-secret-dark-heart · 1 year

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Imagine a yandere with a yandere writing blog

What if…. a yandere has a yandere writing blog?

note: more rambling for fun. Please don’t do toxic behaviors. Yes to showing supporting and being nice to writers/creators though! DNI if you’re a minor.

Content warnings: stalking, cyber bullying (not towards the love interest), and aggression.

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Imagine a yandere writer who wants to be understood by others. Wants validation for their actions (maybe dubious/creepy actions, all done for wanting some sort of love from anyone, but never getting any). If having a bad day, they would also want to write it all out on their blog. It’s their own little space to let it all out. But they make it sound like it’s all fiction.

Soon they get all these likes, reblogs, comments, etc, it all makes them feel so good. (Well positive comments, in their mind…. excluding anything that even remotely hints that the yandere in the stories are creepy/gross etc).

Then in comes a reader who reaches out to them, who says something like, “oh wow, I wouldn’t mind if they kidnap me.❤️” (Doesn’t matter if it’s a joke or not). Fervently gushing over how cool/hot the yandere (from the stories) is etc. The yandere writer would pay extra attention to them. Search all that reader’s posts. Every single one. Maybe print them out (but definitely the comments) and hang them on their walls. It’ll be like a huge motivation wall. Definitely would print out any photos they could find of their budding interest.

Will be hit with a rush of motivation every time this particular reader comments on their stories, and so as to not disappoint, they will update whenever the reader wants. Even figuring out what times of the day this reader would be checking in to read their stories. Would leave their account signed on, so that every morning and throughout the day, they can right away check if their lovely reader is online.

If their beloved is a writer too, then they will read and write comments for every single posts. Huge wall of texts. Doesn’t matter if the post is a weird meme or a drunk one sentence/word post. Always got something good to say about all the posts.

If anyone says anything remotely related to a criticism (even good, well worded and intended ones), they will make that person’s time online be hellish. Such as going to extreme lengths to create several accounts to spread nasty rumors about that person. Finding out ways to shut down this “terrible” person’s accounts etc.

They would start having dedications made for their lovely reader (maybe now muse?). Going to start to make the main character look and act like the reader in their stories as well. Will somehow find out how their day was, so it can be incorporated into the stories. If someone was bothering their lovely reader, the yandere would have that person killed off in the stories. Painfully. Preferably by them, thus “saving” or “helping” the main character who is a stand in for their lovely reader. Soon their purpose for writing stories, becomes more “meaningful” to them. That they are selflessly doing this for their lovely amazing reader.

One day, maybe their lovely reader confides with the yandere writer about whatever difficulties they have been having. And maybe that’s why their yandere stories help them escape from those difficulties, giving them a moment of fun and… happiness. Maybe those problems are the same as the ones in the stories. This makes the yandere writer very happy. Happier than even passionately writing their stories. They can feel the trust (“Wow, you’re letting me know, that means I’m special”)… and… and there is someone who actually understands them! Finally! Someone who would definitely love them and not think they’re creepy at all….

Well, time to stop living vicariously through their writings, and turn them into reality. Maybe an author meet and greet is in order….

(Or maybe the reader has gone offline for awhile. Then in that case, it’s time to step back into the meatspace and personally find out face to face as to why this is happening. Like “How dare you leave me! After all that time and effort I put into writing those stories… just so you can be happy! Do you know how hard I search for you… Forcing me… out there… to search for you! I don’t even have the desire to write anymore… No… because now, all of my desire has gone to you…”)

#Yandere #yandere writer #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #gender neutral yandere #gender neutral reader #gn reader #tw toxic relationship #ramblings #my stuff

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simsinlowspace · 2 years

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Freetime Posters - 12 Tinkering Hobby Posters

Happy Saturday everyone!

I've been working on these Freetime hobby posters for awhile now and I finally finished the first set! This will be a ten part series, one set for each hobby, and I'm planning to upload a new one each weekend (because if I don't set a schedule I'll never get this done lol). Today I'm sharing the Tinkering set. Swatch, info and download below the cut!

These are on my favorite poster mesh, @linacheries’ beautiful 4t2 conversion of Simsza’s National Park Prints (mesh is included) and feature 12 designs I made with Flaticon elements + a variety of Simlish fonts. All of them reference various items, locations and Sims in the game. (I'll update this post later with translations; I need to transplant a bunch of watermelons first -- I just really wanted to get these up!)

Translations: 1 & 2. Top: Aspir's Garage & Gas | Bottom: Good! Fast! Cheap! Inspired by Luis Aspir, tinkering enthusiast from Desiderata Valley (plus the little sign I've seen in every single mechanic I've ever patronized: If it's good and fast, it won't be cheap; If it's good and cheap, it won't be fast...) 3. Top: Fairchild Repair | Bottom: Plumbing & Electric Named for Waylon Fairchild, Pleasantview repairman 4. DIY gone awry? Call Bradshaw Repair Named for Arcadia Bradshaow, Pleasantview repairwoman 5. Top: Teeny Tikes | Bottom: The building blocks of a good childhood Named for the Teeny Tikes Activity Table 6: Top: Always use the right tool for the job | Bottom: Hamilton Tools Inspired by Daryl Hamilton, Riverblossom Hills repairman 7: Hamilton Tools Daryl Hamilton again 8: Will's Garage Named for the tinkering secret lot 9: Top: One Man's Junk Car Bottom: by Mechanically Minded Advertisement for the in-game item 10: Top: Want to make new friends? Bottom: Non-Deadly Robot Crafting Station Advertisement for the in-game item 11: Round & Round Model Train Set Advertisement for the in-game item 12: Top: Toy Robots! Bottom: powered by clean muon-crystal cold fusion! (this one reminds me of Animorphs, when Ax asked Jake if he meant nuclear power like what the Andelites used to power dolls for children. If you get that reference, cheers, fellow child of the last great decade!)

And of course, a numbered swatch is included. :)

Icons are by Freepik, smalllikeart, max.icons, surang, Smashicons, kerismaker, photo3idea_studio and Good Ware -- huge thanks as always to the designers for sharing their amazing work!

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Recolors are ~300KB -- hell fuzzy yes!

Lots of love, Spacey

UPDATE: Now that this series is complete, here is a master list of all the posts, plus a single download link for all the posters. All swatches are included, and files are sorted into folders so you can easily keep just what you like:

Tinkering Nature Arts & Crafts Fitness Science Cuisine Sports Games Music & Dance Film & Literature

DOWNLOAD ALL THE POSTERS (SFS) Recolors are ~8.5MB

You can now also get all the designs on BV's Travel Keeper!

#s2cc #ts2cc #ts2 download #sims 2 download #ts2 art #ts2 custom content #sims 2 custom content #s2 cc #ts2 #ts2 posters #ts2 wall decorations

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astridthevalkyrie · 10 months

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 4

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: wow i really like this chapter

warnings: reader tells hawks to kill himself nonseriously, lots of murder and death and different ways of doing it, blood, reader is technically a serial killer now, nudity again

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KILL GANG ORCA. KILL GANG ORCA. KILL GANG ORCA.

“He killed you?” Hawks asks, in the exact same tone, with the exact same concerned expression.

“Yes! Three times!” You hold up three fingers on each hand, so it looks like six, but if this doesn’t permeate the birdbrain’s skull nothing else will. “Three times he has put me into the ground!”

He places his hands over both of yours, placing them down in a single placating motion. “Have you considered you deserved it?”

“Whose side are you on?” you question accusingly, narrowing your eyes.

“On, undeniably Gang Orca’s.” He has that Hawks-esque grin on his face that you want to smack off and package and sell to his fans like gamer girl bath water. “He’s the victim here, it’s just that he’s a successful victim.”

“Yes, and I’m an unsuccessful perpetrator!”

No sympathy. No sympathy at all. Tell me everyday Nightingale I’ll help you Nightingale I loooove you Nightingale your ass. If you can’t count on your partner best friend Birdbrain-in-Chief, then who else is supposed to help you commit these murders? Tomura Shigaraki? Do you have him on speed dial? No. Does he know you? No. Do you think that the fake-hand-over-face thing is kinda hot? Not publicly. Have your lost your train of thought? Yes.

It’s not your fault. Today, Hawks has brought you to a karaoke bar of all places, and someone is finishing an admittedly good cover of California Gurls whydidn’tkatyjustspellitgirlswithani so you can barely hear yourself over the hot sun kissed skin that will melt all the popsicles.

“And next up, we have pro hero Nightingale!” the announcer announces (no shit), pointing towards you.

“We do?” you respond, brows pinched, wondering how much you’ve started to lose track of things already until you see Hawks holding in his laughter. “Did you sign me up?”

“Uh huh.”

A growl rumbles low in your throat. “Which song?”

“And our beloved hero will be performing a very well known song called Poker Face!”

“Kill yourself,” you hiss at Hawks, standing up. He has tears in his eyes.

Still, he’s the only one who claps after your sour but still sexy performance, in which you don’t look at the words on the screen because you could sing them in your coffin, and you end up adding a few boom and crash noises with your mouth because the song doesn’t feel right without them. It goes a little something like oh whoa oh oh SHKKK oh oh oh I’ll get him hot CHGGGGGGRRRRR show him what I got THCCCK oh whoa oh oh.

“Beautiful,” your partner comments when you finish, wiping a fake tear. You’ll give him real tears soon enough.

“Let’s see you like it when you get stuck in a time loop. I’ll make you listen to Judas five million times an hour and then I’ll have you write a dissertation on the history and etymology of every lyric and then I’ll print the song out and choke you with the paper.”

Hawks nods, lips pursed in extreme interest, with his chin in his hand. MURDER.

“I still have no idea how to kill Gang Orca.”

“Creative juices not flowing after that song and dance routine?”

“No. Just more of an eagerness to kill the number ten hero, so then I can get to number nine, then eight, seven, six, five, four, and would you look at that? Three!”

One would think just the prospect of his own murder would make Hawks falter. But instead his smile turns sweet, and he tilts his head all birdlike. “If it helps, I don’t think you’ll have to try so many times with me. One day will be enough.”

“Yeah?” You cross your arms, not buying it. “You really think I’m that strong?”

“I wouldn’t fight back,” he responds simply, and that tingly sensation that only pops up around him and sometimes Fatgum travels up your stomach and settles in your chest. “If you told me, it wouldn’t matter, and if you didn’t, I’d assume you had a good reason. And yeah,” Hawks shrugs, “I do think you’re that strong.”

Goddammit. That’s like, exactly, the type of motivation you need.

He looks kinda cute when he’s telling you he’ll let you kill him.

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Cleverly, so cleverly, you stay on the ground this time. You think the whale bitch just sees anything hovering in the air as a threat. God knows how many flies and bugs and shit he’s killed. Wait, hang on, you don’t like those either, they fly into your mouth when you’re in the air.

“Mr. Orca!” You wave, REMAINING AS FRIENDLY AS POSSIBLE OH GOD YOU’RE SO SCARED. “It’s an honor to meet you, I’m a big fan!”

He grunts almost nicely, raising a hand in return. You don’t step away after the compliment. He blinks at you a few times, as though waiting for you to say more.

Jesus, where’s the man’s mouth and where does it meet his neck?

Whatever. Not your problem.

Maintaining eye contact with him, your fingers subtly activate Gust, but this time, you focus all your energy under him instead of you. By the time Gang Orca feels the lightness, he’s already up in the air. With wide eyes (just scleras, really), his arm lunges for you, but there’s no point jumping when one is already in the air, loser!

As soon as he’s out of reach, you increase the wind pressure, and send him up, up, up, following when he looks like an ant floating above. Someone is screaming, and you so don’t care. You’re just glad no other heroes are around.

With a snap of your fingers, you turn aerial off under him, and send him plummeting.

But that’s not enough. Not after three whole extremely painful deaths.

He’s still conscious when you fly above him, reeling your hand back. “I really am a big fan,” you confess, balling up your fist, “and, uh, sorry, I guess.”

Then you turn Aerial on again and knock him rocketing towards the ground as fast as you can.

His body doesn’t crack as loudly as you thought it would, but a tremor still travels up your arm, making it shake as you land on top of him. It’s painful, even though you didn’t have to lay a single finger on him.

Blood pools under his head, trickling out so fast it quickly becomes a puddle.

You just killed someone.

Shit. This is just a bit more heavy than you anticipated.

The sirens of the police cars reach your ears first, and after seeing you staring in such a dazed state staring at Gang Orca’s body, one would think they would know you’ll come without a fight. But you know the curse better than that, and you raise your arms and face them, bracing yourself.

But as bullet after bullet rains upon your body, a thrill goes through you anyway, because finally. Finally, you killed the stupid hero. Finally, you made it to 4:24 PM. Finally, something different, besides total nihilism. Even giving up isn’t satisfying.

So you whoop as you’re shot, hoping you traumatize everyone who sees.

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“Should I buy him a beer?” Hawks muses when you regale him with your victory. “Can whales even drink beer?”

You put your hands on your hips. Leave it to a pro hero to be more concerned for a man who isn’t even dead in this life than for you who had to die three times and remember it before you were able to kill him. “Can birds?”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest, pretending he’s shot against the wall. “KO’ed, Nightingale!”

What a loser.

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Ryukyu bites you in half during your first attempt at killing her. Like. A. Magic trick.

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It’s not as easy to fight with wind when Ryukyu can also fly and ALSO is a whole dragon? As if this isn’t hard enough? Her wings beat hard enough to counteract any air bursts you throw at her.

She attempts to reason with you at every single attempt, and where Gang Orca probably hadn’t even recognized you, you’ve met and worked with Ryukyu several times.

“Nightingale!” she cries, beautiful even in dragon form, “stop this! What’s happened? Talk to me, I can help!”

Please, this isn’t you. That’s the argument she always falls back on. Meaning she would really not be happy to fight you if you actually went rogue. You know she’s one of the kinder pros, but this is a bit much. Especially for someone who’s been actively kicking your ass for a week straight.

“This isn’t personal!” The two of you have flown up so high that it’s actually a little hard to breathe. Her voice is less shaky than yours, but you still sense a tremor, meaning the thinning air has an effect on her too. “It’s just, you know, fun!”

“FUN?” she roars, and oh great, now you have an angry overgrown lizard on your hands.

At the very least, since you’re not a whole different species, your body moves much more gracefully and much quicker than her’s, so you can go down and rise up faster. You discovered this after trying to do the hand on snout thing like the kid from that movie, the one who loses his leg at the end. She didn’t appreciate it even when you brought a dead fish to offer her.

Sucking in your breath, you jet yourself up, with her biting at your heels. Every inch you get closer to the clouds, the more lightheaded you get, and the more you physically feel yourself leave the upper atmosphere. You’d only ever tried this once as a kid, and regretted it severely when you were left with a headache that didn’t go away for days.

This time, you don’t really care about that. Shoving enough wind, and by proxy oxygen, into your throat, you force yourself to go faster still, until the sky goes from blue to black.

By the time Ryukyu halts, it’s too late. You force her up, and watch with a mildly apologetic expression as the final breath leaves her lungs.

You’re. A bad person. Just to alleviate the guilt, you open your mouth and try to breathe in space.

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“JudA Juda AH AH! JudA Juda AH AH!”

“Give it up for Hawks!” you yell cheerily to the horrified crowd. “He somehow managed to sing and dance terribly! We’ll be here all night, folks!”

(You’re not. At 4:14 PM, someone gets so sick of Hawks’ weird ass hip thrust dancing and your screeching that they actually take one of the centerpieces and bash you over the head with it while you’re taking a champagne break. As you bleed out, you hear them try and go for him next. Yes, random stranger! Avenge your destroyed eardrums!)

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WhateventheflippingfuckisYoroiMusha’squirk. You kill him, first try.

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Crust is hard. It doesn’t take you more than two tries, but both battles are ridiculously long.

Half because he keeps THROWING SHIT AT YOU and half because he keeps monologuing your ears off about shameful behavior from a hero! and you scream back is that what you’re worried about right now? and he says yes! and you say oh okay sorry to bother but you do keep trying to kill him.

Right now you’re in a bubble of sorts, just trying to blow away all the pieces of his crust (get it?) away, but each throw is really precise and a lot of them break through your own shield and cut your skin. You should be used to getting hurt by now, but it’s not like you’re immune. It still stings like a bitch.

As you circle him in the air, he sends flying discs, one after the other, trying to knock you down. It reminds you a little of the clock bitch, which doesn’t help your mood and resolve to murder.

There’s a crowd of people watching for this one. You put on a show. “Wasn’t she with Hawks just this morning?” someone shouts. You were! Didn’t you look cute? The cutest in the world?

Technically you could kill Crust the same way you killed Gang Orca, but you’re trying your best to be original. And after searching up stuff that definitely had the HPSC monitoring you closely but not close enough muwahahaha, you had some ideas. Some that are a bit easy with a hero who’s so focused on virtue signaling at you.

“I think I’ll go and attack someone else now!” you inform him, turning on your heel and zipping away. There’s alarmed screams all over, but none louder than his as he chases after you.

“Stop! Stop in the name of justice!”

“I’m not stopping but I’m especially not stopping in the name of justice!”

“In the name of love, then! How do you think Hawks would—”

A truck rams into him, exactly as you planned. He’d been so focused on getting to you that he had actually ignored you leading him out onto the road (it’s not by any means easy to kill these pros, but they’re a little more stupid than they ought to be, it’s only slightly concerning).

And what had he been about to say? How would Hawks react? Something about love? You’re sure he’ll love it when he picks up your phone call and you tell him that you’d like a boba before you see to your prison sentence and that you expect a five star delivery service from the fastest man in Japan. Lifetime, you’re sure, if they don’t shoot on sight again.

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Throwing one of the clocks back at Clocksucker, you stick your tongue out, waggling your fingers by your ears. “Hey, have you noticed?” Hawks knocks (ha, rhyme) him down, catching the next clock you throw. “I’m looking left right now. Does that make you think of anything?”

The hero’s eyes narrow immediately, and you have no idea how he catches on so fast on the days you haven’t even told him yet. “Nope. Is it supposed to?”

“I’m repeating the same day over and over and depending on which way I look you ask me different questions and I’m trying to figure out why and you never tell me, so please please please please—”

“You’re repeating what—?”

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You’re so close to giving up when it comes to Edgeshot.

Is the searing—SEARING!—pain of a single sharp point through either your stomach, head, or throat really worth the mild joy you will get when you get to see him lifeless?

He takes the longest. A whole month before you have a single shred of luck.

Unfortunately, it means you won’t be using your quirk. And you’re going to be a little more manipulative than usual.

“Help me! I’m dying!” Rolling around on the ground like a madwoman, you let the grass dirty your cheeks with stains, making you look even more ill. You’re not sure which illness you can appropriate without being canceled, but then you remember that it’s not like anyone will demand a ukulele apology out of you, they’ll just forget.

“Stand back!” Oh, his voice is sexy. That’s been the best part of this month.

Edgeshot kneels down besides you, one hand seeking your heartbeat in a practiced manner. “Nightingale,” he recognizes, and the thought of his incoming doom makes you shiver pleasantly. “Tell me how I can help.”

“Edgeshot,” you whisper, with fluttering eyes. “I…I…”

The theatrics are technically unnecessary. They don’t add anything when you unsheath the dagger in your cloak and stab him through the heart. Eye for an eye, ninja man.

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“Hey, answer me one thing.” Hawks pokes your cheek with his index finger. “Your quirk. You technically control oxygen too, right? Because the particles mix?”

“Uh huh.”

“So instead of losing so many times, why don’t you just, you know…” He points to his throat, miming pulling something out of his throat. It makes you think of how goofy of a circus performer he would be. He’d probably be a juggler, if anything. Hawks looks like he’s good with balls.

Back to the point. “Cut off their oxygen? Yeah, I know. I could do it if I wanted to. I made a pact to myself a long time ago that I wouldn’t, though. I haven’t gotten desperate enough to break it yet. Let’s see how long that lasts when I get to the top three.”

“You might need it for All Might,” he teases, nudging your shoulder, “but you won’t need it for me.”

Birdie just never stops when he’s grinding, does he? It’s okay to take a break from making you somehow experience a different emotion on a day that you have lived countless times. What a workaholic. Go on vacation. Fool.

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The first time you try to kill Jeanist, he chokes you with your own hero outfit.

Kinky. You always knew he was a little freak.

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The next time he sees you, he does only blink once, but it’s still a major victory as far as you’re concerned.

Because you get to see ladies and gents’ man Best Jeanist stutter in his movements when he takes in your naked body.

“Yeah, weren’t expecting that, were you?” Your jeering is interrupted by a flurry of threads headed your way, but you blow them all back. “Gave you pause, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he replies calmly, not faltering. The threads circle you, almost crushing you until you fly above them, barely missing your skin being whipped like it’s done something naughty. “You’re…Nightingale, right? Why are you doing this?”

Ugh, you’re so not in the mood to be Ryukyu’d. Not that you ever are in the mood. You don’t even bother answering the question, instead choosing to focus on the way he has fibers in every which way, creating a maze that will undoubtedly trap you. Best Jeanist is known for his strategy, not his speed or his brute strength. Fighting him is like playing a game of chess.

Well. You’re a checkers master.

Copying Edgeshot’s moves, you swerve through the threads, dipping under and over them, knowing that he won’t send too many at once because that would be like sacrificing the queen or some shit. Is that when someone’s at checkmate? Fuck if you know, man.

“Does Hawks know about this?”

“Who cares?” The final burst of wind is not for the threads, but for him, and you successfully slam Jeanist into the wall. “He’s next, anyways.”

“Lover’s spat,” is the last thing Best Jeanist says that day, because you smash his head in. With wind, with your fists, you can’t even tell the difference anymore. You can feel your sanity drained, with each further punch and crack and splurt of blood that coats your knuckles and your stomach and even your breasts.

“Fuckin’—” You finally pull back, cursing a plethora before settling onto the ground, breathing heavily. “Lover’s spat…s’though I wasn’t about to kill you, denimhead. What a—what a stupid thing to say…”

You’re not even angry. Just slightly annoyed and slightly apprehensive. What does Best Jeanist know that you don’t? No, no. Sometimes people kill their partners (and others) because they’re going through a time loop that has cracked their psyche in an alarmingly short period of time, God, not everything is about romance!

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No karaoke bar today. Maybe Hawks is feeling introspective, or maybe you’re tired, not just emotionally, but physically. Your muscles are strained, even though your injuries don’t carry over from the previous day. Something hurts. You don’t know what it is, but whatever it has the two of you back on top of the bridge, sitting side by side.

Your eyes feel droopy as you rest your head on his shoulder. When is the last time you’ve slept? It’s just wake, die, repeat.

Still, if you fall asleep now, you risk a specially painful death, though there can’t be anything that you haven’t already experienced yet (which you think everyday, but the universe finds new and disturbing ways to torture you).

“Hey,” Hawks murmurs, kissing the top of your head, “it’s 5 PM. You made it.”

Closing your eyes, you turn off aerial. Better the butterflies you experience this way.

Then you lean back, and fall.

Wind roars in your ears as gravity takes you, and your legs flop uselessly, and you know nothing will defeat this. This time, death is calling. It doesn’t need to send you something. You know you need to sleep. You’re just making the curse’s job easier. Maybe it’ll appreciate it and go easy on you tomorrow.

When you open your eyes, Hawks is reaching out for you, wings flapping furiously against each other as he shoots down. With his sunglasses off, his golden eyes gleam so pretty in the pre-sunset light. For a split second, you want him to catch you, and then doze off in his arms, comfortable and safe and protected.

But all you get is a brush of his fingers on yours before your back hits the ground, and you die.

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You decide not to kill the number three hero for no real reason, no big deal really, it’s not something you thought about too much, the idea didn’t keep you up at night (3 PM) it didn’t make your stomach twist unpleasantly at all, no man is worth the aggravation that’s ancient history been there done that, besides isn’t it better to conserve your energy into fighting the top two heroes, there’s only logic in this decision, thump thump thump, lalalala you’re not listening, goodbye, see you tomorrow, Hawks.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #ckc fic #valkyrie stories

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Band’s First Album

Eddie Munson x Reader

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The guys shifted anxiously from sitting to standing then back to sitting waiting to be seen by some top executives at a record label firm. They were playing at a local college bar when someone anonymously suggested them to a record label. But just their luck, that deal fell through. However, one of the assistants that worked at the previous record label transferred to the record label Corroded Coffin is signing with right now. They played for them and it was an instant connection. Every single last one of them knew that our little babies were going to make it huge. They had a lot of what metal was in the mid-1980s. It was a perfect fit for everyone.

Now, Corroded Coffin was back in Indianapolis, Indiana for the day to record their first album. None of them knew what to expect, so naturally, I packed them all goodie bags for when it gets overwhelming they have some home comfort. It took them roughly three months to create the album and another month to record it. Then they had to choose the design and how it wanted to look and the creativity part of it as well. All in all, it took six months to finalize their first album together. While they were doing that, I was working and unpacking the new home we were all living in. Sure, it wasn’t the best, but it was good for right now.

“Babe! We’re home!” Eddie said coming through the front door. I emerged out of the kitchen ecstatic to see my boys.

“How’d it go? Let me see.” I held their first printed album in my hands. “This is amazing. I cannot express how proud I am of you guys.” I hugged each of them, saving Eddie for last. The guys groaned when we kissed, but only made us hold onto each other more.

Another two weeks passed and even though it was not needed for the rest of their albums, the first album had a launch party. Followed by more press and a slew of fans, their music rose to the charts very quickly. Three months later they were number seven in the top ten in America. It was insane to think that they were traveling around the United States, then going globally to perform. All in a few years' time their wildest dreams come to fruition.

One of the best experiences was that the guys got to meet their idol musicians at an award show. Not just any award show they were invited to; no, it was the first award show they were nominated for. Metallica, Van Halen, and Dio were there. It was a dream come true, especially for Eddie. They could not contain their excitement. I mean Jeff looked like he was going to pass out just from seeing them twenty feet away. Then Gareth actually started swaying as if he wanted to faint. It was kind of funny to see a muscular metal bad fangirling over their favorite bands that made them who they are. They all introduced themselves and talked for a while. It was heartwarming to know that through all the excitement, Eddie never let me leave his side. His hand either held mine, or his arm was around my waist or shoulder. Occasionally I kissed his cheek to allow his nerves to balance back out.

“Baby, I cannot believe we just met our idols. I mean this is the coolest thing in the world. Am I shaking? I feel like I’m shaking. Shit, please tell me I wasn’t stupid, not that it matters, but yeah it kinda does.” Eddie kept going on. I chuckled at his nervous excited state.

“Yes my love, you were acting like an idiot, but a goofy and loveable one. They loved you guys and it’s nice to see that their job and meaning in life is touching young kids’ hearts.” I said kissing his cheek.

Later that evening at the award show, Corroded Coffin won Best New Artist. As much as this was a dream come true for them, it was a dream come true for me to see the love of my life and some of my best friends their happiest. They worked so hard to be here and it all paid off.

“I love you so much. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Eddie said holding my face.

“You’d still be here. Sad and alone, but you’d still be here.” I giggled looking up at him.

“No, I could not have been here without you. I mean it. You’re my whole world.” He closed the gap between our lips, pressing a chaste kiss to mine. The world stopped for a moment as we engulfed ourselves in love.

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moonjxsung · 4 months

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ITS THAT TIME OF THE FREAKING YEARRRRR

whats your wishlist this year?? (p.s. can ik abt your album and pc collectionn)

personally my wishlist would be

1. skz 2024 seasons greetings

2. oddinary hyunjin jewel case ver. pc

3. seungmin + in maxident pc

4. hyunlix matching rings

5. oddinary album

6. noeasy album

7. phone keychains

8. conan gray superache album

sf i have 13 albums with 1 in life, 1 maxident, 3 5 star, 2 rock star, 2 fml, 1 seventeenth heaven, 1 manifesto day 1, 1 the name chapter temptation and 1 personally signed youth in the shade album (all member signed on the cover and jiwoongs personal letter inside 🥺🥺🥺🥺) i have around 80 photocards in total

its been over a yr (almost 2) since i became a kpop stan so i think my collection is pretty good sf 🥳

~《☘》

YES I LUV THIS QUESTION you guys ask the coolest fucking questions wtaf I love u all so much it HURTS……

Left pic is my album collection AND my prized possession magazine collection 🫶 I try to keep a copy of every magazine Felix is on bc he is actually my muse and then I wanted Lee Know’s beauty magazines so bad but they were so hard to find (please don’t ask how much I spent on them it’s so embarrassing😭) ALSO special shoutouts on the merch shelf: signed Felix postcard, my Hobi jitb windup box, confetti from my ptd shows & the maniac encore and my Jimin doll 🤓☝️ for pcs I mainly collect hobi from bts and Felix but I honestly have a LOT in my binders (bts, skz, Shinee, nct, Ateez, twice, Blackpink, Bobby, svt and a lot of others) but my binders are mostly just Felix & hobi. ANDDDD there’s a pic of my desk too w more of my kpop stuff, fav things are probs my hobi designed pot set, bbokari, eepy Hyunjin print from that one talker ep and my lil slogan from the maniac encore 🥺🫶 I luv my kpop collection so much I could talk abt it forever I’m so proud of it idksjxkkdksjdkdjejej

ALSO UR WISHLIST AND UR COLLECTION SLAYS POOKIE………. I want the Season’s Greeting’s so bad too ☹️🫶 also rly want every single Onew album there is, Felix’s GQ magazine (it will literally be the last magazine to complete my collection), Felix’s Dicon set and the Felix Kenzo perfume! I’m saving up for the Louis Vuitton trunk purse Felix was gifted but it’s literally $4K lmao will keep u guys posted 🤨🫶 ILY POOKIE if I ever have extra stuff I wanna do a giveaway for you guys or something I love helping people find their wishlist items I HOPE U GET EVERYTHING U ASK FOR….. love u forever and ever and even more than that tbh 🫶🫶🫶☹️☹️💓

#☘️ anon #ask

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[Genshin Impact] - The answer given by god, tastes like sand - Chapter one: Act V, scene ? (take ?) - [1/8]

Summary: In multiple timelines, Furina and Neuvillette always have this conversation. And in every single timeline, Neuvillette cannot understand, and cannot accept Furina’s answers. No matter how far back she falls into the abyss of time, Neuvillette thinks that she’ll never understand. - Or: In a world where witches and magical girls exist, to circumvent fate is to create a god out of love, and be left wanting.

Note: I genderbent neuvi for this madoka au

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Their first conversation, perhaps a hundred thousand turns ago—when Neuvillette had been just some gangly teenage girl, unknowing of the horrors of the world—about it, went a little like this.

In the comfort of Furina’s room, on her bed, they watched a recording of an opera. Neuvillette was sure it had been Turandot. Her memories of later times were fuzzy, but this timeline had always, and would always be, one of the clearest ones.

Their legs tangled together, and Furina was warm against her skin. Neuvillette remembered being vaguely surprised that Furina didn’t put up as much of a fuss over her often cold feet touching her much warmer ones. But she also remembered being happy and content with Furina in her arms, enough so that she didn’t question why Furina didn’t try to act out an improvised dramatic comedy about the state of Neuvillette’s poor blood circulation.

She remembered thinking that Furina’s new spur-of-the-moment hairstyle would surely be less likely to tangle between them as it’d often done before. She remembered the smell of petrichor and the smell of lilies, fresh tea, and cakes. So, only half-focused on the singing actors, Neuvillette soon found her attention drawn to the teardrop on Furina’s fingernail.

Absent-mindedly, she unwrapped an arm from Furina’s waist to lift that hand, staring at the ring and the blue nail print.

“Hm? What are you doing, Neuvi?”

“Furina,” Neuvillette suddenly said, prompting her to pause the ongoing video, setting the laptop aside.

“Yes?” Two-toned blue eyes turned to look at Neuvillette. “What is it?”

“Could I ask you a question?”

For a brief moment, something unreadable had flashed across Furina’s face. But it left as quickly as it came, and Neuvillette had dismissed it as a mere trick of the mind. (Stupid of her to do so—it should’ve been the first sign of the injustice to come; the first sign that she’d taken everything in her life for granted.)

“Of course,” she smiled, as radiant as the sun, “You don’t have to ask for permission, silly. Whatever it is, ask away!”

“Then… If I may ask, why did you decide to become a magical girl?” Neuvillette gently placed down Furina’s hand, waiting for an answer. Furina, in turn, leaned further back against Neuvillette. Tilting her head upwards, Furina’s eyes—forever mesmerising blues—stared deeply into her own.

“Mmm…” Furina mused as the silence dragged out for what felt like an eternity in seconds. “Well, this world… It’s a wonderful, beautiful place—so of course I’d protect it. If I have the power to do so, don’t you agree that I, too, should do my part?”

It was a simple answer—casual, expected. It told Neuvillette absolutely nothing at all. She liked to think that she knew Furina. As such, the lack of eager elaboration, and the lack of clear, substantive reasoning all told Neuvillette that there was something she was missing. Something was being withheld from her, and Neuvillette did not understand why. Were all these years of friendship not enough for them to be close enough to share such personal matters? Neuvillette wasn’t just a member of the audience, one of many in the adoring crowd.

“We both know that this isn’t your true answer, Furina,” Neuvillette said in return, deciding to be honest with her thoughts. “Let me ask once more, and give me the truth, and only the truth. For what reason did you decide to become a magical girl?” Her hands cupped Furina’s face, gaze boring down upon her.

Neuvillette watched as her eyes darted to the side.

Then, she sighed, eyes closing as she did so. “Oh alright, you’ve caught me,” Furina said, shifting Neuvillette’s hands away from her face, straightening up on the bed. “I’ll give you a proper answer in just a second.” The space between them widened as Furina turned to face her directly. Yet only a few moments later, Furina then beckoned Neuvillette to come closer with a hand. So, Neuvillette followed it with not even a moment’s hesitation. Just as their shoulders were about to touch, Furina lightly tugged on her arm, silently asking Neuvillette to lean down.

Furina’s arm curled her head, lightly pushing it down further. The smell of lilies was all the more distinct now, so close to her neck.

“It’s because you’re a part of this world,” Furina whispered into her ear, a string of words said with a gravitas that Neuvillette never understood (even in the distant tomorrow of a hollow victory). Those words warmed her heart as much as they confused her.

“...Because of me?” Neuvillette questioned. Perhaps she had wanted more confirmation, or perhaps even the truth given freely did not feel quite so complete. Furina’s skill with words had always left her floundering in more ways than one. Why her specifically? Why not mention her large family, or even the recent friends they’d made? Why only her as a reason? Imperceptibly, her cheeks warmed.

Furina giggled, all previous tension now lost. Taking advantage of her shocked stillness, in the blink of an eye Furina was now behind her. In an unexpected display of magic, she’d conjured up a comb and untied the ribbon holding together Neuvillette’s long, long hair in that same moment. Confused as she was, Neuvillette simply let her continue with whatever it was Furina wished to do with her hair.

After minutes of silent combing, Furina suddenly said, “I want you to be able to experience this world, from the delightful to the depressing…” Placing down the comb, her fingers artfully braided Neuvillette’s hair. Her hands never wavered in braiding, even as she presumably searched for the correct words to continue that unfinished line. “To the fullest extent possible, no matter what. That day… I—” Her breath hitched, and then all was silent.

The sensation of Furina’s fingers braiding her hair was a comforting one as Neuvillette waited for her to continue speaking. There wasn’t too much pressure, nor were the strands braided so tightly that they pulled on her scalp. Time trickled away in her hands like fine sand, but as Furina had always said—no use rushing the process to only fall flat at the finishing line.

“There,” said Furina, all of a sudden. The noise jolted Neuvillette out of her previous relaxed state. She blinked, quite sure her expression looked hilarious to Furina, judging from the muffled giggle. “Want to take a look?” She asked, emphasising the question with a wave of her handheld mirror. Just now’s conversation was also clearly over. But that was alright. There was always time to ask later anyway.

“Since it was you who did it, I’m sure that it’ll be as perfect as always.” Yet with that said, Neuvillette still reached out for the mirror, curling long fingers over Furina’s hand. Well, she did need to see it with her own eyes if she wanted to properly praise Furina’s efforts.

“Ever the flatterer, hm?” Without resisting, Furina let Neuvillette move the mirror this way and that, waving it in all directions to find the perfect viewing angle.

“I’m being honest,” said Neuvillette, admittedly more focused on her current task.

“At least let me remove my hand first,” she huffed, yet made no move to extract her hand from Neuvillette’s firm grip. At those words, Neuvillette simply hummed in response, finally having seen all she needed of her newest updo.

“I like the braiding pattern,” she said, setting the mirror down, and Furina’s hand free. This time, she was the one to lean back on the other. Furina, of course, supported her without a fuss, letting Neuvillette’s head slide down until it hit her lap. Now comfortably nestled between a pair of soft thighs, Neuvillette picked up the tail end of the braid. Gazing at the multicoloured teardrop gem attached to the new ribbon, she asked, “When did you get this? It reminds me of your eyes.”

“Just yesterday. It reminded me of you.”

‘I… I see.” Involuntarily, heat rose to her cheeks. There was only one thing to do in response to such a gift. “I overheard some classmates discussing this new cafe—would you like to try their desserts together sometime?”

“Of course, my dear Levia.”

They never did get to go to that cafe. That had been the last time they’d ever got to truly enjoy each other’s company as they were in that timeline—the one that had started it all.

#my writing #fanfiction #genshin impact #neuvillette #furina #furina de fontaine #neuvifuri #focallette #magical girl au #angst and fluff #time travel #genderbend #ping me if i left out any tags or if the current ones are incorrect #nvfr now doomed yuri in mind body spirit and situation #recently i rewatched pmmm and also finished link click s1 so

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 8 months

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AAAAANNND here are the OCs I’ve been drawing all week every single day! Posting this early without the third character cuz I got tired and impatient. I’ll probably add him in later though, so don’t worry bout him just yet :)

(Also, yes these are fnaf ocs because I'm not original...)

Soooo this is Loup Doop, Otherwise known as Loop de Doop/ Loop to kids. (She doesn’t like her name much, but it’s what the company branded her as and she can’t exactly change it.) I have a few bullet points about her: *pulls out list and clears throat*:

She’s 6”7, a tall one!

Her hands are not attached to her body, they’re more 3d holograms you can feel (don’t ask me how it works, I dunno either). it does take some conscious effort to have them out, so she doesn’t usually unless she’s with someone or needs to convey something. If you grab her hands, though, she can feel it and it does have a similar effect as pulling a real connected hand: if you’re strong enough, you can drag her along with it. (And yes, she has four fingers and they're never properly drawn, I'm sorry I can't draw real hands...)

She doesn’t have a voicebox. She communicates with sounds and simple pictures (you’ll see what I mean if/when I post comics of her).

She used to belong to a different company before being sold into Fazbear in some merger between the companies. (which comes in later, hehe…)

She was originally built with an outgoing, extroverted personality, but it developed into something more meek and quiet.

Her lil orange cheek things get bigger or smaller depending on her emotions.

She doesn’t usually hang out with the main star animatronics because they treat her badly. She prefers chillin with the mapbots, staffbots and wet floor bots, or the DJ if she has the chance. Because of her affiliation with the staffbots, it leads a lot of members of staff and guests to believe she is one, and they treat her as such often.

She is a bit of a people pleaser, and feels there's something wrong with her when she gets told off for not 'wiping the floors and doing her @$#% job'.

She cannot curse, by the way, it carries into her speech pictures as signs, sorta like the smurf comics. She doesn't like cursing much anyways, so it's not something that usually happens.

When kids come up to her on occasion (because she is sort of a performer), she'll ask them for their autograph on a picture with them, then print two. One for the kid, and one for her personal collection. She remembers every kid she's ever talked to before.

Her charging port is in the 2nd lil ball on the left side of her head.

The balls aren't anything special, just some soft, styrofoam-like material for kids to enjoy.

She doesn't interact with other animatronics, as said before, but is occasionally forced to by Bloo (see his description below) and puts up with it. On that note:

- She doesn't like Monty or Roxanne very much, but she does interact with Monty the most. Although most wouldn't call 'grabbing your younger brother to keep him away from the big scary bot he sees as an idol' an interaction.

- She's never actually met Freddy before, but she hears that he's nice from the Wet Floor bots. She personally doesn't want to meet him, either, assuming he's just like Monty and Roxy but worse because he's the face of the company.

She's seen Chica around, but...Chica means well, but she treats Loup Doop more like a kid than like an equal.

- She loves the DJ. They're best buddies in her eyes. They'll do remixes together, she'll ride on his back, babysit the minis, anything.

-She...doesn't really know what to think of the Daycare Attendant. The yellow one seems okay, just a bit too loud for her liking. The dark one, on the other hand...she's heard the stories from the STAFFbots and decides to steer clear of him if she can.

-Unfortunately, she can't stay as far away as she'd like cuz her brother in bolts has to look up to the strangest role models.

She actually meets them before Bloo does.

Thiiiiis is Bloo! He's a slightly newer model from the same company that Loup Doop is from, also from before the merger.

He's Loup Doop's lil brother.

He's around 3''4, depending on the shape of his droplets. The body itself is maybe 2''10.

He's mentally about 8 years old.

He's...not really sure what his job is. Neither does staff, so they just let him do whatever. He's pretty sure he was just supposed to be a sign to encourage kids to stay hydrated, but he tries not to think about it too much.

He doesn't have a voicebox, either, so he also communicates through pictures.

The droplets on his head move without conscious effort, but he can move'em around if he wants to as well.

His left hand has a bubble shooter, his right is his charging port or USB drive.

His left hand can also serve as a tazer, but Loup Doop won't tell him why he ccan't see his own blueprints, so he doesn't know about that.

No incident has ever happened where he finds out thus far.

He's very social, loves messing around with kids even though he isn't an actual featured attraction. He does push out a ton of bubbles for kids 'like him' to pop and play with.

He reaally wants to play with other kids, but he doesn't see much of them too often.

He likes being in the spotlight.

He, like Loup Doop, hangs out with the STAFFbots and Wet Floor bots. Unlike her, however, he doesn't mind hanging out with the other animatronics.

- He thinks Chica's great, he doesn't mind being treated like a kid. They paint nails together and play with dolls sometimes.

- He doesn't talk to Roxy much, only when he's with Chica.

- He thinks Monty is super cool, despite his sister's discouragement. He snuck into Monty's room to try on his glasses once and got caught. Turns out Monty didn't really mind, he liked having another fan. He tries to teach Bloo to play bass when he's not busy.

-Bloo hasn't seen Freddy much, either. He's watched all the performances, though, so he's pretty informed. He thinks that Loup Doup's a bit too cynical towards Freddy. He's sure Freddy's just as nice as everyone else.

- His relationship with the DJ is sort of like how kids talk to their friend's parents. He'll say hi, give all the pleasantries...and then immediately go off to mess around with the minis once he's finished talking.

He loves engaging in harmless pranks, so anyone else who does is a solid bud in his book.

He's the reason Loup Doop ever sets foot in the Daycare at all. He loves Sun and Moon, thinks they're very cool. He collects candy wrappers, keeps old worn plushies he finds in storage, drew the poster to hang in his 'room'...

-He doesn't get to see Sun much, mainly cuz Sun's busy with the kids and he can't be in there with them for fear of Management raising complaint. If he goes in real quick before closing, though, he might be able to pop in and say hi. Maybe a quick game of checkers if he's lucky.

- He sees Moon much more often because he catches him on his night patrols. Moon doesn't mind the company, apparently, because he actually engages with the kid when he talks to him. It's been a while since he was able to take care of kids...

Bloo likes cheerleading.

He wishes he could eat. He wants to try the cupcakes and cookies at Chica's bakery, she talks them up and he wants to know for himself. She's not really supposed to eat, either, but he's good at keeping secrets.

Aaaand I think that's all for now! I'll update this if I come up with more, but here's that.

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #crappy doodles #uhh how do i tag this #ummm #ocs #Loup Doop #Bloo #personal #well not personal but you get the idea right #uhhh what elseeeee #fnaf sb #i guess?#is that enough tags i dunno #me posting this bc i wanna share my lil guys with everybody

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Spoilers for Lavender Letters Chapter 1

It seems like we joked a little too close to the sun, my friend.

For context to anyone reading this Nari (@nikandrros) came up with the concept of this story while talking about Hidan and Hinata's relationship in Lavender Clouds. I have done several Akatsuki Character x Hinata stories since and the question was basically 'When is Hidan getting one?'

We started joking about it until I had too much plot for it to be a joke anymore. Everyone, thank her for her unhinged.

I know I already told you but I'm going to say it again: RATED M FOR MURDER!!!!!!!

This is a tag on originally a tag on the AO3 story because I thought it was funny. It's not rated M for mature themes, just the murder.

I love and I live for every single Neji you write because all of them are such grandmothers

Neji is the nosey older brother we all need in our lives.

"She had long since learned to read chicken scratch, or maybe he just got better with time." Yes, give me Hinata getting snarkier and snarkier after every interaction with Hidan, I so want to see it.

Hinata on a new brand of done with his shit before the ever meet in person.

I love Hidan's character because being either canon or fanon, I never know if he is insane or very, very sane. It fits him being insane if you're thinking about it like a normal person, but it also fits his personality to be very aware of everything and decide to go apeshit just because. Is he actually insane for thinking what he is doing is okay? This is a nice topic to think about and analyse, I think. Anyway, I stand with Hinata's canceled husband.

Hinata's canceled husband. XD

I actually like to think I got a nice blanced of Hidan being an unhinged weirdo and endearing as a male lead. I was worried I wouldn't be able to do it.

I think it's cute how Hidan waits for Hinata's letters like a dog waiting for the owner.

He wants attention too. Murder boi wants his letters damn it.

"He didn’t really care how she looked. It would make the mental picture more complete." Peak long-distance relationship dynamic, if you ask me.

Is this my long-distance relationship trope fic?

1. She already knows the worst of him, everyone knows the worst of him, but at least she isn't actively trying to fix him. And this is something I always say means love, that when someone knows you at your worst and about how horrible you can be and still chooses you, it means something. Not having to impress or scare someone off really lifts something off of you, I think. It's nice to be seen and tolerated, if not accepted.

I don't really like the 'I can fix him.' I very much prefer the 'he will fix himself when he find something worth it' or 'I love him the way he is. even if he is a pain in the ass'

They talked a lot. A lot, a lot. They talked so much Hinata could print a fucking book if she wanted. And Hidan just let it happen ¯_(ツ)_/¯ It seems the prude girl is getting to you, Hidan.

At what point did he think he was in too deep?

"Kakuzu liked one thing in life, money. It’s what got him in prison in the first place. An embezzlement case. He wasn't embezzling. He killed the man embezzling from him." Can't say he was wrong so I won't say it :D

Embezzlement -> murder pipeline

Lavender Letters Pairing: Hidan x Hinata Rating: M for Violence and Strong Language

Description: Hinata signs up for a prison pen pal program and is assigned to Hidan, a serial killer known for his brutal murders. Hinata becomes friends with him despite his crass nature. And, oh yeah, they kill her father.

#hidahina #hidan x hinata #hinata hyuuga #hyuga hinata #comment highlight #nari i blame you

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Dollar Bin #4:

Emmylou Harris's Angel Band

I visited four different Iowa record stores while dropping my second born off at college last week and I have much to report.

Yes, there are at least four record stores in the state. The mystery is how they stay open.

Emerson, Lake and Palmer records are deemed worthy of plastic protection in Iowa, and $25 Yes records come with handwritten stickers that say things like "Side 1 Skips!" followed by a frownie face. These stores are convinced - convinced! - that newly printed Guns and Roses records deserve places of high honor up on the wall and that Jerry Jeff Walker belongs in folk rock. After all, the Country section is behind a wall of dangling beads and George Jones fills an entire crate.

A rotund, nose-ringed salesdude nods when you enter, drops the store's diamond needle on Bad to the Bone, then ambles over to offer you a tour "of their whole set up" while bragging about the minty, clear vinyl, limited edition Blink 52 record they just scored for $75 even though it's worth $300, easy.

I was happy for the dude, I really was, but I shook them off, strode past a pickle barrel of still cellophaned tapes (4 for $5!) and found that their Neil Young section was - I swear to god - entirely empty.

Is that even legal? I mean can you really own a record store and not have a single Neil Young record? And how, you ask, are such stores even in business?

I'll tell you how: at one of them I found, after 30 years of earnest hunting, my first ever copy of Henry the Human Fly (it was an original Reprise print no less, and even though I could really give a flying turd about such things - this is the Dollar Bin after all, not Nathan's VGG++ Nerd World - I was still pretty damn fired up and almost hugged the salesdude). Anyway, I snapped up that little blue number for the very non-Dollar Bin price of 37 bucks, thereby keeping that store in business long enough for them to blast George Thorogood for another glorious day. B-B-B-B-Bad!

All kidding aside, the people of Iowa are amazing. At stop signs drivers wave to one another! Please pack up all spare copies of your favorite records, drive to Iowa, and donate them to those lovely people.

I don't know about you, but every time I enter a new record store for the first time I head straight to Young, Neil and start judging the place. I don't really expect to find anything by Neil that I don't already have - but please, God, please help me find a copy of Ragged Glory someday, and please make it cost less than $50; I don't ask for too much God but this one favor I do of you most humbly implore - but Neil's section is an easy and effective way to find out if the store is worth my time. Or yours.

If there's nothing to be found other than a $22 copy of Comes a Time, or even worse, nothing but an already dusty, year-old copy of Noise and Flowers for $65, I know I'm better off at Chili's eating a bloomin onion alone; if they have nothing but copy after copy of Re-ac-tor, Time Fades Away and Journey Through the Past, I stay open minded - maybe ten minutes earlier they sold a crunchy old copy of On The Beach; and if they have Old Ways or Trans for $8-10 it's time to get excited and explore the store.

Stop #2 for me in any new record store is always Emmylou Harris. I submit for your consideration the following thesis: a good record store should have on stock most, if not all, of her records between Gliding Bird (1970) and Bluebird (89). We're talking about something like 15 titles between those bookends, and all of them should be in any good record store for under 8 bucks a piece.

Don't get me wrong: these records should not be cheap given their quality. I am hear to tell you that Emmylou Harris does not make bad, or even mediocre records. Like Paul Simon (well, there is Songs from The Capeman...), she only releases good albums. The same cannot be said for Neil or Bob, though I love them dearly. I defy even my famous brother to find an argument for Down in the Groove or The Monsanto Years.

(For those at home taking notes: I did indeed make the statement in an earlier post that Neil can do no wrong. I stand by that statement! Dylan and Young alike put out crap intentionally. It's what genius's do, people! Come to think of it, that's why some (maybe all!) of my posts are gonna suck. Neil, Bob and I are simply shaking off any fair weather fans.)

But back to Emmylou: why, you ask, should every record store worth its salt have all her records cheaply in stock?

Consider:

A) between 75 and 89 she put out a record a year, all of them good, and sold them consistently to my mother and all my mother's friends and all my mother's friends' friends and... you get the idea: that's a lot of records;

B) all those women have, since they made those purchases, got a life. Unlike me. They don't need their records anymore and they've told their loser sons to put down their bongs and go out and do something with all their old vinyl in the hopes that the sons will learn entrepreneurship and decency in the process. Those loser sons have, in turn, not ignored their mother and listened to the Emmylou Harris records (like they should have!) but instead taken them to their local Treasured Vinyl and exchanged them for autographed copies of Roll the Bones, or some other comparable crap;

C) unlike her friend Dolly Parton, Emmylou has no amusement park to call home, nor any lifetime movies made in her honor; and, finally,

D) unlike Fleetwood Mac, no boyband applicant on a skateboard drinking juice has destroyed the internet with one of her songs as a soundtrack, thereby unleashing hoards of hipster kids to demand of all the local rotund record store dudes copies of Rumors.

Put all that together friends, apply a little supply and demand, and what do you get? Record stores should be full of cheap and outstanding Emmylou Harris records.

So let's focus in on one of my favorites and one that I bet none of you have ever listen to, Angel Band.

There's no getting around it, I have to tell you: Angel Band is a Jesus record.

Don't panic! You haven't been lured in here to be told that He Gets You. Instead, it's time for this entry's second thesis: Angel Band is The Best Jesus Record (by a white person, anyway).

That's right, it's better than Saved, Jesus Was a Capricorn, My Mother's Hymn Book and everything Van the 80's Jesus man ever put out. By far! Indeed, I'd even go so far as to argue that while listening to Angel Band you will forget altogether that the man from Galalee is even involved.

Before I preach the word of Emmylou, let's listen to the opening track.

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I kinda feel like I could just end this entry right here. What can anyone possibly say other than Jesus Christ! The barely there but perfect band creates simple and delicious space around Harris' aching goddess of a voice. If some jerk doctor ever tells me I need to stop drinking beer (dear God, I'm back! Never mind my earnest appeal for Ragged Glory. Rather, God, please avert that hateful beerless future!), then I'm gonna have to listen to this album every day just to calm the hell down.

My prime hobby in life (good news everyone: as of this morning this blog is my day job because, thanks to my famous brother, I now have like 16 followers and surely that means cash money is coming my way, yes? Isn't that how the world wide web works? Siri, where's my paycheck?!) is teaching High School English and History; in that role I teach a four week block each year on The Holy Books.

The class is easy to teach even though I'm not a regular church goer; tell cool teens about Muhammad getting seized by the Angel Gabriel, back that up by showing them that Abraham is everyone's mythical great-grandad and they are all in. But, given the fact that Donald Trump and Samuel Alito continue to exist and threaten all our lives, Jesus is a tough sell to teens. (See that? Right there I'm not shaking off any new fair weather fans; I'm telling any Trump people reading this to go away and stop acting like shitheads.)

I do what I can in my Holy Books course to salvage Christianity: we get to the good stuff within the Sermon on Mount and St. John's Prelude and we separate St. Augustine's hateful nonsense from the essence of Christ. But the turning point, the moment when smart, open-minded kids realize that Jesus is about love without exception, not hate, often comes not through the texts or through my earnest lectures, but instead when I play them them The Stanley Brothers Angel Band or The Louvin Brothers I See A Bridge. No spiritual teaching that leads to such beauty could be altogether with merit, and kids get that.

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Just about any song on Angel Band could win that same argument, including Harris' version of the title track. Covering a song that is perfect to begin with is either a brilliant move (see Dark End of the Street, originally by James Carr, and the versions by Linda Ronstadt and Richard and Linda Thompson), shrugable (Neil Young singing If You Could Read My Mind) or intolerable and gross (Stephen Stills' version of The Loner - I curse thee Stephen Stills!). But as far as I'm concerned Emmylou Harris could cover anything, from Will to Love to Love Shack, and make it great.

So get over your fear of Jesus, dive into your local dollar bin and relax while listening to Angel Band. God, if we are lucky, exists. And she sings just like Emmylou Harris.

#emmylou harris #stephen stills sucks #louvin brothers #Youtube

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I was a little worried when you didn't really post on Sunday, I know it's probably silly to care so much about someone I've never actually met but I find myself just hoping things in general go okay for you and I really think you deserve so many good things in life, I was hoping that if anything, you could have this *one* good thing- and boy howdy did steve blow everyone's expectations out of the flipping water! I'm so glad it went the best possible way for you, I'm so glad he remembered you, gave you all those wonderful affirmations, thought your art was lovely (because it IS! 😤) And he even wants to share it! (With how popular than man is, you might receive a lot of attention because of that, there'll probably be lots of opportunities for commissioning and whatnot, but don't forget to keep your boundaries up!) Sorry for rambling but I'm just so happy for you and I hope this sticks with you for a long, long time, even when life gets unpleasant. Have a good day!

Oh you angel 🥺🥺 dw that's not weird at all!! I care abt ppl I've never met or even chatted with directly. I'm honored to be one of those ppl for you!! I may not know you either, but I care about you too!!

I'm sorry if I worried you!! I wanted to post about it IMMEDIATELY on sunday, but there was no signal in the building, and once we left the convention we had to drive for 2 hours back to my friend's, and then I had to drive for 4-ish hours back to my place. It was 2am by the time I got home and I just crashedddd.

I didn't expect him to remember me, let alone be so excited?? Or for his own agent to be like "hey you should share these so we can post them" and for him to say loudly "YES WE ARE DEFINITELY POSTING THEM PLEASE SHARE THESE" everything went Best Case Scenario and my expectations were to the GROUND. I thought the best I could get was "hi here's your charms also I'm the starflower girl hi" and for him to be like "oh that's cool thanks!" and that would be it. But no he got so!! excited!! and he was so patient with me even when I was stuttering and shaking, he spent like ten minutes interacting with me and it was so worth the long wait. He is seriously one of the nicest people I've ever gotten the privilege to meet.

I started this month feeling so miserable every single day bc my job is just. so horrible. and I have no passion about anything tbh so I don't have any goals to get specific jobs that give a lot of money, so I've just been feeling really stuck for like 6 years. And I thought "ok this convention is all I get. If nothing else I selfishly want this man to look at me and I want to give him my charms. he can throw them away right in front of me, I don't care, I just want him to know I appreciate him" and DAYS before the convention, I am at my lowest, I suddenly hear I'm getting promoted.. just 19 more days til I'm out of that building... it feels like I can finally hope for something. I don't know if this new job will be better or not because i'm still working for the same company under the same management, but at least I'm going to be in a place that's air-conditioned and I'm guaranteed to have lunch breaks. I feel like it'll help keep me floating until I'm able to finally, actually quit this job entirely, and start doing something that I'd like to do.

BUT YEAH this experience will absolutely stick with me, I want to remember his words when I'm hurting, I want to remember that he went out of his way to hug me twice and I'll replay the audio anytime I need it. I'm gonna frame the print he signed. I'm gonna cherish this for the rest of my life, that's for sure

Thank you for your support and for your kind compliments!! I hope you have a lovely day anon 💕💕💕

#anonymous #asks #keepsake

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yegarts · 2 years

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“I Am YEG Arts” Series: Fern Facette

Creative work is work. Just ask Fern Facette, a stalwart advocate for the accessibility of textile arts and the opportunity to make a fair wage teaching them. An enormously talented artist herself, Facette knows first-hand the value of mentorship, opportunity, and community. In fact, they’re three of the reasons she founded Fern’s School of Textile Craft. Committed to putting a modern spin on traditional textiles, Facette and her team offer workshops including weaving, rug hooking, punch needle, sashiko, indigo, eco printing, and much, much more. Just as impressively on offer are all the things Facette knows are vital to community: inclusivity, compassion, and the long-standing tradition of sharing knowledge. This week’s “I Am YEG Arts” story belongs to Fern Facette.

Tell us about your connection to Edmonton and YEG arts.

I moved to Edmonton from LA (Leduc, Alberta ; ) ) during high school. In 2012, I signed up to sell weavings at the Royal Bison Art & Craft Fair, and that’s where I started connecting with Edmonton’s art community. Weaving is a very solitary practice, so it was exciting to be surrounded by other creatives.

What led you to fibre arts? And what was it about the community that made you feel like you belonged?

In high school I signed up for a crochet class and loved that meditative space you enter when deep into a project. That led to knitting, needle work and—eventually—weaving. Honestly, I mostly didn’t feel like I belonged in the fibre community! I was usually surrounded by women who were much older and pretty conservative. Only recently have I felt like I belonged, as the community has grown in size and inclusivity.

What’s the first thing you ever made that inspired your career path?

I couldn’t pin it to one specific object, there were so many! But that first Royal Bison really lit a fire in me. The pressure to fill a table with handmade items is good motivation!

Tell us about how Fern’s School of Craft came to be and what it brings to the YEG arts scene.

People repeatedly asked me if I taught weaving classes, so I decided to give it a try. I rented a small studio space and bought four used looms off Kijiji. Over five years, in true slow DIY Edmonton fashion, we grew to have 20 instructors offering various textile-based workshops. I think what Fern’s brings to the scene is an opportunity to make a fair wage from teaching and the opportunity to dive into an otherwise obscure craft.

What’s one thing you’d like to “un-teach” people about weaving or fabric arts in general?

I’d like people not to think of textiles as just something cute that your grandma does. Yes, that, but also know that making textiles is an ancient art that spans every culture across the planet—that textiles were once the most valuable commodity that shaped history on so many levels.

Tell us about someone who’s been a mentor to you.

I am lucky to have two mentors, Cec Caswell and Kathy Buse. Both have shown great generosity teaching me their respective crafts (rug hooking and weaving). Every craft has small tricks and techniques, they’ve given me so many of these, and I pass them on in every single workshop.

Who’s someone inspiring you right now?

Spray-paint graffiti muralist AJA Louden. He’s doing a tufting artist residency at Fern’s, and it’s been super inspiring to witness. He works hard and has fascinating storylines/themes he’s exploring. He came in not knowing a tonne about tufting, and after a month-and-a-half, the student became the teacher. Also very awesome how community outreach is a big part of his work.

What are you currently working on or hoping to explore next?

Over the past five years my family has been navigating a history of adoption, reunion, and discovery. I hope to work that into my textile practice.

What makes you hopeful these days?

The younger generation is what makes me hopeful these days. I hope they can continue to steer us away from rigid, binary thinking and towards a more compassionate and sustainable future.

You visit Edmonton 20 years from now. What do you hope has changed? What do you hope has stayed the same?

See above answer for what I hope has changed! What I hope has stayed the same is that grit and warmth that Edmontonians exude.

Want more YEG Arts Stories? We’ll be sharing them here all year and on social media using the hashtag #IamYegArts. Follow along! Click here to learn more about Fern Facette, Fern’s School of Textile Craft, upcoming workshops, and much more.

About Fern Facette

Jessica Fern Facette (Fern, she/her) is an Amiskwaciy Waskahikan (Edmonton) based fibre artist who has been weaving for nearly two decades. She is a passionately engaged artist who encourages others to discover textiles. She founded Fern’s School of Textile Craft in 2017, a place where fibre artists from across Canada meet to carry on the long tradition of sharing skills and knowledge. Fern is a stalwart advocate for the accessibility of textile arts and has created many opportunities for folks to explore textiles through years of volunteering, mentoring and—most recently—an in-studio textile residency.

Working within the confines of a four-shaft floor loom, Fern’s own weaving is an exploration of the infinite possibilities of the over/under grid-like woven structure. Boxes and lines of various sizes create repetitive designs, accompanied by use of colour and texture. Natural fibres dictate the objects’ function, from wool cushion to sturdy cotton/linen kitchen towels. Her woven objects are a nod to weavers past and a study on the human relationship to the long-lasting handmade object.

#yegarts #edmonton #IamYegArts #ArtistFeature #FibreArts

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Super boop

And also slightly evil boop

Muse ask game: all of the even numbers

Boop

Thank you for the ask, it took me some time haha

2. Muse song that sounds better live -

4. Fav Muse cover - It has to be Can't Take My Eyes Off You because that's my gf and my song. Also I love the Sign 'O Times one soooooo much, I used to rip it from youtube to put it in my ipod. Those were the times.

6. Fav Matt dance - TIRO shuffle takes the cake. I like all of the weird (iconic) ones.

8. Fav mime - All of them are golden but Dom ATE the Italian one 😎

10. Fav non-studio lyric - Matt swearing and especially him swearing and having to mumble the rest of the line because the swear didn't fit. Hilarious.

12. Fav Muse member tweet - Matt's "Dominique Howard" one. And him getting his ass beat by Dom for it. Yes Dom get his ass

14. Fav jam/riff - all of the drum and bass ones. I actually crave them. And they go so hard!!!

16. Fav Chris pic - EXCUSE ME

NO WAIT

THIS ONE UGH

18. Fav merch - I have T2L flag as my piano cover and that is so beautifulll also i love the big print of all the artwork incl singles

THIS ONEEE i will hang it up in my home one day cause i don't wanna ruin the walls of this rental. Buuut I love it so much.

20. Fav live moment - Matt's intrusive thoughts getting the best of him. Him slapping Dom's ass is no.1 Him randomly serenading Dom with TIRO. Just sheer Matt insanity. Special shoutout Showbiz being played LIVE WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE

22. Fav guitar/bass riff /drum fill - I know Hysteria is very popular but i dieee every single time. The air feels fresher, my eyes feel clearer. Also Futurism yum

24. What's something you wish Muse did that they don't normally do - random pics. They are more private and i love that for them but I would die for the most random assortment of pics of them just popping on my feed at random times.

26. Fav Muse pop song - is Compliance a good answer?

28. Fav Muse piano/organ part - B&H!!!!

30. Fav Muse fanart - ALL OF THEM i love the art SO MUCH

32. Have you followed Matt's advice about not give a fuck if people think you're a pretentious wanker - nah bro i have ✨️anxiety✨️

34. Have you met any of the band - no 😭

36. Fav song to sing along to - lately it's been Verona but I love singing so all of them (yes even micro cuts)

38. Fav instrumental to play - Exo III my beloveddd

40. Fav live era - all of them for different reasons that could fill up essays.

42. Fav festival performance - one random one in Poland in 2016 because I WAS THERE and i got my semi-muser friend to take the 16h bus ride with me we had a blast

44. Would you block someone for posting too much Muse - never. Bring. It. On.

46. Best Muse fan community - as if anything could beat Museblr 😘

48. Have you ever taken part in old Muse easter eggs - there was this one thing during drones era but it was in main European cities and I live in bumfuck Estonia so I couldn't. So noo

50. Chris' curls or the legend of Pedro - I love both of them but curls for the win <3

52. Matt offered 50k£ for the first to go and perform shirtless, who? - Dom saw dollar signs when he said it so my money's on him

54. Mirror Manson or Glitterati - Glitterati was so iconic but let's let her rest. So Mirror Manson

56. Fav silly Muse video - the one where they all eat shit, it was just on my timeline a bit ago. Hi-la-ri-ous

58. Does the singer from Muse only have one tooth - TOOF

60. Fav Matt swearing in a song - all of them i love swearing it's so embedded in my vocabulary it's almost ruining my life. Swearing in Estonian (native), English (almost bloody native), Russian (broken but always gotta know the swears), Spanish (know un poco but like i said, gotta know the swears)

Again thank you so much for these!!! This was a laugh 😁

#muse asks

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years

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84 of 2022

Basics How old are you?

I’m 32.

What is your star sign?

Taurus, but it doesn’t even matter to me.

Do you like where you live?

I do, but it’s a bloody tourist spot, so always full of people.

Top 3... Songs?

Lange Frans & Baas B - Ik Wacht Al Zo Lang

Vildhjarta - Shiver

HRFTR - Prey (but I love everything they did so far)

Bands?

HRFTR, Vildhjarta, Fractalize.

Musical Artists?

Baas B and that’s all, but I like everything he did with Lange Frans, too.

Books?

Too many to choose just 3, but recently I liked The Legend of Ice People.

Movies?

I don’t watch movies, they are a waste of time to me.

Relationships... What's your relationship status?

Married.

How long was your longest relationship?

4 years and counting.

Do you have a current crush?

More like platonic squish, on that man with pretty eyes. My husband is the one I love the most, though.

What/when was your last... Concert you went to?

Shuriken II, there was a free music festival in my city last month or so.

Film you saw?

I don’t waste my time on sitting still and watching movies when I can do something productive instead.

Crush?

Since 11th February and still going on, this man I like.

Book you read?

The Legend of Ice People.

Pet you owned?

I have two cats.

Favourite... Drink?

Beer. :P And vanilla coke, it’s worth going to France for.

Colour?

Black and neon green.

Perfume?

I have lots of favourites here.

Animal?

Cat.

Personal Question Round! Are you a virgin?

No, I’m not.

Have you ever given oral sex?

Yeah, didn’t like it.

Received oral sex?

Yeah, and hated it.

Do you shower every day?

Even twice a day.

Do you prefer to be in a relationship or single?

I don’t care, being in a relationship is not on my list of priorities. But since the relationship happened, I do my best to take care of it, and so does he, because we love each other.

Ever had a crush on a teacher?

Never in my life.

Sexuality?

I’m asexual, that’s what I know for sure. I’m trying to figure out if I am a homo-alterous aroace or grey-homoromantic. One thing is certain, I’m a gay dude. That’s all.

Appearance... Hair Colour?

Brown. Boring as hell.

Eye Colour?

Grey.

Clothing Style?

Something like a hip hop/metalhead crossover. You’d see me wearing cargo pants and combat boots most of the time, with black oversized hoodies, mostly with custom prints. I like it that way.

Curly or straight hair?

Kind of wavy, it seems.

Freckles or none?

Yes. Not only on my face, but also on my shoulders. My husband likes them for some reason.

Long hair or short hair?

Short, but it’s already getting too long for my liking.

Ideal... Place to live?

Near the sea.

Holiday destination?

Anywhere in the big city. I remember I loved Berlin.

Job?

The one I have now.

Finally... What types of films do you like?

None.

Do you like poetry?

I don’t care much.

Do you read a lot?

I do indeed.

What period in history is your favourite?

World wars.

Do you enjoy school or not?

I did.

Do you read many magazines?

Nope, most of them are stupid.

Favourite movie characters? Book characters?

I don’t have favourites.

What kind of weather do you like?

Grey skies, overcast, thunderstorms, but also sunshine.

Coffee or tea?

Coffee.

Do you wear socks in bed?

Why would I.

What's your favourite feature on the opposite (or same) sex?

Eyes, hands down. If he has pretty eyes, the rest of his face doesn’t even matter to me and in my eyes, he’s beautiful. But I bond with people based on their personalities.

How about on your crush/boyfriend/girlfriend?

Also eyes and personality.

#survey #about me survey #q&a survey

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cantankerouscatfish · 2 years

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sometime work involves, mother’s day rush edition:

- talking about music preferences with the florists. one of them was surprised to find someone else who even knew who David Gray was. yeah!!!

- the floral shop manager’s husband came in to help with flower prep! ✨🎉🎆 he works at a nearby factory and knows of my brother. everybody knows directly or knows OF my brother. it’s the funniest dang thing. the dude’s everywhere. I texted him that he got namedropped and he wasn’t at all surprised.

- “who keeps putting my broom handle in the slop sink! it’s gonna grow mushrooms.” “OH!! mushrooms! can we eat them?” “man, I wouldn’t eat anything that came outta any of this.” “no yeah you’re right.”

- coming in an hour before opening to straighten up house 6, the annual flats. there is SO MUCH more space in there now since all the big pots sold lmao *The Hills Are Alive spin* ALSO it is awesome to be able to water without worrying about people tripping over the hoses.

- printing and laminating signs. pretty sure the sky could be literally falling on us and I’d be up in the office waiting on the laminator. or if not me, it’d be J up there. always.

- people calling to compliment the arrangers! yes good!! they deserve so many compliments!!! people also post on (at? w/e) the work facebook, which is cute. they include photos sometimes awww

- a lady had to look at every single hanging basket on every single line in every single greenhouse before she decided on one to take. which she swapped with another right before leaving anyway. ok.

- someone brought in cheesecake with sour cream on top? it’s really good.

- keeping the tables up front stocked was a 3-person task

- people sure do love their hanging baskets

- I am afraid of tomorrow

#ran some tomato plants over to my brother's house after work today and 1) he has like. a funny little goatee beard now. looks like our dad.#2) his ghost pepper tree is taking up most of his plant room. it's ridiculously huge. he wants to bring it outside but isn't sure how.#without cutting a lot of it off anyway #he has a freezer full of ghost peppers. someone please help him.

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LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE HIM HAPPY ♡

With Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuuguji and Keisuke Baji

part 1, part 2

♡ He adores the way you care about him and makes him feel loved ♡

Mikey blinks his eyes just a tiny bit, peering underneath his half-lidded lids to meet with your gaze above him. You always look so perfect to him every single time with your flushed cheeks and breath-taking grin. You lets out a huff, “Mikey, why are falling asleep here? You’re going to catch a cold.” Snapping him out of his pondering, he sits up on the grass and look around, with his hand rubbing his eyes. “Oh Y/n-chii, I accidentally feel asleep here while waiting for you.” His brows knitted together before a grin emerged on his face when he notices the paper bag that you’re holding. “Is that Taiyaki?” You don’t get to answer him when Mikey already grab the paper bag and shove the Taiyaki in his mouth, munching it happily. Your lips twitched slightly upward, into a soft smile before taking a seat next to him, leaning your head to his shoulder. You close your eyes and drowning in the warmth of his body next to you. “Mikey, you know... I love you, I always do.” You whisper softly, he stiffens a bit before turning his head to face you. He chuckles when he sees you’re dozing off next to him before leaning his face to yours, his eyes flicking to yours before closing them. Your lips are soft against his, “I love you more, Y/n.” He take a few seconds to admire you as one of his arm trailing down to wrap around your waist to bring you closer to him. You make his heart beat faster and every time he’s with you, he feels so complete. He promise to love you for every moment of forever, you are his whole world.

♡ He cherish every moment he spend with you ♡

Draken give a curious stare at you, raising his brow. You were walking together with him towards the bright city lights when you suddenly tugging on his hand before taking your phone out. “This place is beautiful! Come here Draken!” you chimes, turning your camera around to take a selfie with him. “No way, I’m going to take your photo instead.” He grabs the phone in your hand, signing you to pose. You narrow your brows at him, “Buuut, I want to take it with youuuuu.” You whine as you huff your cheeks and lips forming a pout before stomping your feet on the ground. Draken lets out a heavy sigh, he pinch your nose with his fingers gently, “Alright, just this time though.” You look up to him, with a large grin splitting your face. Draken watch you as you smile into the camera next to him. He admires the way you look so pretty with the night city lights around you and the snow falling into your hair. With a click, you manage to capture a few photos of the two of you. “Hey look! We look sooo adorable in these.” You chuckles, showing the photos to your boyfriend. Your soft voice brings him back from his thoughts, “Yeah, I love them.” He whispers while brushing his fingers to your face gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ears. He know that by the end of the day, he will print out all the photos you have taken with him including the photo with only you in it and stick them in his bedroom wall so he can gaze at them every night. He continue to stare at the ways your eyes sparkles with delight as you watched the beautiful flakes fall delicately to the ground. He’s so in love with every little thing about you.

♡ He loves those moments when you spoil him with your love ♡

A scowl appeared on Baji’s face, “Baby, I’m huuungry.” his gaze trailing to you as he is resting his head in your lap. You’re too busy playing with the stray cats in his room that you didn’t notice him talking to you. “Hello? Earth to y/n, I’m huuungry.” He whines again trying to catch your attention to him. But you still didn’t notice him and Baji decides to bite your arm gently. “Ouch? What is it Keisuke?” You yank your arm away from him before you look down at him. By this time, you can see his lips are already forming a pout. “Nothing.” He shrugs before turning his face to avoid your stares. “Are you hungry?” He still didn’t bother himself to face you but he just nods slowly in your lap. “All you had to do was ask, instead of being a big baby and sulking out of nowhere.” You run your fingers through the tangled locks of his hair. This time he glare at you with frustration clears in his eyes, “I already told you three time, three time!” You let out chuckles, “Alright, alright, I’ll cook for you now.” You gently caress his cheek with your fingers. “Peyoung Yakisoba?” he asks as he immediately sits up from your lap. “Yes, Peyoung Yakisoba.” Wide grin plasters on his face before he tip toe following your steps to his kitchen. He’s sitting at the dining table, with his chin resting in both of his palms, smiling fondly at you. He takes in every bit of your appearance from the way your eyes shine brighter than all the stars in the sky to the way your smile hid a universe full of so many mysteries he had yet to solve. It’s the little things you do that make him so crazily attracted to you. Plus, your cooking is his favourite and he won’t ever trade it with anything else, hell he won’t even share your cooking with anyone, including Chifuyu.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #manjiro sano x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #keisuke baji x reader #manjiro sano #ken ryuuguji #keisuke baji #mikey #draken #tokyo revengers

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