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daughter-of-sapph0 · 2 years

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me: capitalism is bad. no one should starve to death. food and water and electricity and housing should all be free

someone on tiktok (not saying their name for privacy reasons): no

me: no? the fuck? what do you mean no?

s: no, I don't think capitalism is bad.

m: so what, you just think people should starve to death?

s: no, not starve to death. but if they want food so bad, they should just work for it

m: we are! we are working, but we aren't paid enough. I have two full time jobs and four roommates, and that's only barely enough to cover rent. that's not even mentioning food, water, electricity, gas, insurance, etc. if nothing else, the minimum wage should be increased so these things are affordable for most people.

s: if you hate it, you should get a better paying job.

m: okay, so say everyone takes your advice. instead of working at McDonald's, everyone becomes tech ceos. despite that being incredibly unrealistic and a stupid thing to suggest to people who can't or don't want to change jobs, what do you think will happen once everyone quits working at fast food. who's gonna make your shitty burger now?

s: okay but that's not what I'm talking about. you can't just give people free stuff they didn't earn. then nobody would work. all the lazies would get shit they don't deserve

m: if by "lazies" you mean the disabled, sick, elderly, or children, I personally think they should not starve to death.

s: no I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the people who choose not to work.

m: example?

s: you know? guys who just sit on the couch all day and watch TV and argue with people online

m: like who?

s: like people who wouldn't go to work if they had money

m: would you go to work if you had enough money to live comfortably? what would you do with your life if you didn't have to worry about starving to death?

s: idk... I'd probably just... do something I like. like draw cartoons

m: and how often do you draw cartoons right now?

s: not that often. I don't have a lot of time I'm usually busy with wor- hey, fuck you!

m: see, if capitalism didn't exist, you would be doing something you love because you won't have to struggle to survive

s: but how can food and shit be free? how would people do stuff without any money?

m: what you're thinking of is a moneyless society. which is optimistic, but in reality is unachievable. in an ideal socialist world, money would still exist, but basic necessities like food and water and housing would be given for free to people who need it. people can still pay for nicer things. you want a bigger house, you can buy it. you want to travel, you can pay for that. working would still exist. you just wouldn't need to work to survive. rather, you'd work to afford extra nice things you would want. and not everyone wants those extra nice things. so those people wouldn't have to work.

s: but like... you can't just give water and food away. we'd run out

m: actually we wouldn't. we have more than several times the amount of food needed to end world hunger. unfortunately, most is hoarded, destroyed, or left to rot, because big giant monopolies might lose 0.0001¢ if they give a sandwich to a homeless person instead of selling it to him. under capitalism, we sacrifice morality for profits.

s: so, we have enough food and shit, but who's gonna make stuff like houses?

m: at the moment we already have more empty houses than homeless people in the us. but even if that wasn't enough, I know tons of people who would love to be construction workers, plumbers, electricians, contractors, architects, etc. but aren't because those jobs don't pay enough. if those people were given the basic things they needed to survive, they'd perform their job not because they need to eat, but because they actively want to help other people. despite what everyone tells you, humans are not selfish. they genuinely do want to help other people. and other people genuinely want to help you. no one should struggle to survive.

the person didn't respond after this, but they did delete their comments saying they loved capitalism. so I'm pretty sure I changed their mind.

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3rensgf · 3 years

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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peachiimilquetea · 3 years

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PEACH PEACH CAN U WRITE SMTH ABT A BEACH DAY W OBEY ME BOYS!!! EITHER ALL OR ONE ILY BFF

the obey me brothers go to the beach!

a/n: these are super cute and quick, i hope you like them! most of my hcs for the brothers are a lot more... harsh? idk i like bullying them but this was a fun exercise to familiarize myself with their personalities and whatnot

you can also tell who i like the most in these i think FDSBJKFDBSJKF

lucifer!

this is oddly specific but lucifer strikes me as the type to wear a swim shirt

or like one of those full-body swimsuits that end as biker shorts??

like this

he also wears a shit ton of sunscreen and bothers others to do the same

very much drill sergeant vibes when he tries to get everyone out of the house on time in order to beat the traffic

has a fucking itinerary that nobody follows FDBSJKBDSJK

mostly stays on the beach with a book or just looking out for his brothers

hates the water but loves the tranquility that the beach provides

so he takes the day to relax

but i can still see him trying to get work done while at the beach and you have to force him to put his shit down

"diavolo literally gave you the day off what are you doing"

"its just an expense report, it'll be done quickly i promise"

"give me the notebook lucifer,"

"but-"

"GIVE IT"

mammon!

MY BABY UGH

i see mammon as a "wheres my hug" ass dude

so he probably likes the beach purely bc he can grab people and throw them in the water like a fucking caveman

he will pick mc up and throw them in the ocean, laughing like a maniac the whole time

also wears obnoxious sunglasses

"mammon are those really necessary? they're a little... tacky"

"you just don't know, fashion mc, asmo said they look nice hmph"

very corny but he will make everyone stay later so he can watch the sunset

takes like 20 pictures in the exact same spot and then never uses them again

ALSO USES A METAL DETECTOR LITERALLY RUNS AROUND THE BEACH TRYING TO FIND SHIT HE CAN PAWN OFF

"mammon that's a penny"

"yeah but it could be worth millions!"

leviathan!

mans doesn't even bring a swimsuit BYE

it takes the strength of all the brothers (and lucifer's wrath) to get him to leave the car

spends his time on the boardwalk buying corny souvenirs or sitting next to lucifer on his phone

gets burnt bc he's never outside and doesn't listen to lucifer and asmo when they urge him to put on sunscreen

tries to make everyone go home early but nobody listens FBSJKFDBSJk

attempts to make sand sculptures of some of his favorite characters bc he saw people do it online and he thought it was cool

draws in the sand as well

people come over to watch him work and admire it bc its actually pretty good

then he gets his shit kicked over by a little kid and then just gives up

you have to console him GSHJDHJFK

satan!

like a cat, i don't think he likes the water either

despises the water actually

i can see him playing beach volleyball with beel tbh

he's actually pretty good

also explores the boardwalk with levi, altho he doesn't buy any corny shit

if a there's a nautical-themed bookstore in the area, you'll never see him again

but in most cases he sits to read with levi and lucifer

likes to watch the animals do their thing

i can see him getting a hermit crab or a fish bc of how cute they are

"they're like the cats of the ocean!"

hates when mammon tries to mess with him and attempted to drown him once so mammon doesn't try shit with him anymore FSBJKFSBJ

asmodeus!

OBVIOUSLY HE TANS DUHHHH

probably wears the skimpiest little cheekster bathing suit too in order to "eliminate tan lines" or like a thong

OR he wears one of those giant straw hats in order to keep the sun off him

yk what, maybe both

he also collects saltwater to go home and make at home beauty treatments

collects seaweed as well

makes you help him hunt for pretty seashells to make jewelry and accessories with

"this one looks so nice with your complexion! here, put it in the bag!"

but mostly lays around tanning and flirting with people who stare at him

bc lets be honest whos not staring at him??

beelzebub!

i hate to be cliche but

this fatass is tearing the boardwalk UP

mans is harassing the icecream truck, eating various crab boils, and finishing all of those gimmicky challenge menu items that the restaurants have to offer

did they pack lunch?

yes

is he gonna still spend money and buy more food?

also yes

mc: "beel they call it the triple twist burger of death are you sure you want it?"

beel, who has already finished it: "huh?"

they either love him or hate him bc he eats a shit ton but that also means he PAYS a shit ton and who doesn't like money???

once he sees people going to the beach and catching their own shit, he's SOLD

hunts for crabs and wrestles big ass fish he finds in the ocean

would definitely start a bonfire to roast the food under the open air

plays sports with random people he meets and probably does calisthenics??? like those mfs who do chin ups and walk in the air???

i can see him doing that

belphegor!

doesn't do anything

sleeps in the sun

almost gets left behind bc everyone just assumes he's already in the car

likes to float in the water on a giant donut

almost like lazy river style

makes beel watch him to make sure he doesn't drift too far out to sea

doesn't like to get up too much but will get involved from the sidelines

like if asmo asks his opinion on a seashell or if the boys need someone to be referee for their volleyball game

keeps everyone's spot when they need to go do something

treats the beach like every other day he has tbh

i can see him letting mammon and asmodeus bury him in the sand and literally not even caring FBJSDKBJK

#obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #peachiileafrequests #peachiileafsfw #[🍑]peachiiwrites #[🍑]peachiimilquetea #[🍓]

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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Chapter 1: You Were My Town

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers (in future chapters) x Reader

Word Count: 2,061

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: first chapter is finally here!! this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated everyday, there will be 4 more chapters ahead.

PICTURE EXCLUSIVE: New Couple Alert! Steve Rogers and a blondie bombshell can’t keep their hands off each other! The headline verbalized.

The notorious heartthrob was spotted leaving The Ritz-Calton Hotel in Los Angeles around 2 AM with Spanish model, Alondra Ondiviela, 28, who looked stunning in a salmon sports bra and black overall, as she walked hand-in-hand with Dusk and Dawn star, Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers was last linked to Blade in Deep actress, Anne Amorós back in early spring this year but had reportedly split after only two months dating.

Steve Rogers has been previously linked to many gorgeous models in the past, earning him the infamous title of ‘Hollywood’s favourite ladykiller.’ Will Alondra Ondiviela be the one to finally make Steve Rogers settle down and give up his womanizer ways? Placing our bets on how long this couple is going to last!

You closed the tab on your browser as you sighed defeatedly on your couch. You laid your head back on the headrest as you shut your eyes and folded your arms against your chest. Just how many more gossip articles can you endure?

Steve Rogers was your childhood best friend and… Perhaps the only man you had ever truly loved. You knew it was nothing but sheer naivety for you to concede that. You knew it was cruel and inequitable to your heart, but, you still held on to that tiny glimpse of hope that someday, things will change. He will change. Despite all the shit he had put you through, you couldn’t abnegate yourself from him. He always lured you back in with his sweet words and sinful lips whenever you try to expel him from your door.

It wasn’t always like this. Back in kindergarten, Steve used to be this good, shy, scrawny kid who had a blistering passion for art. He was always very twitterpated by watching live shows on stage. When you were kids, Steve would try to sneak both of you into the theatre when the lights were out. Steve didn’t grow up in a very lucky family. His abusive father abandoned his mother when he was only four years old, and since then, his mom had been working tirelessly to keep a roof over their heads and fill in their fridge with food.

You, on the other hand, were a little luckier than him. Your parents had decent jobs that paid the bills well enough to survive. Whenever Steve was short in cash, you would always offer him a little bit of your pocket money or your meal. You would even offer to buy tickets for both of you so you didn’t have to sneak in and could actually get good seats. But he would always say, “well, where’s the fun in that?”

So you’d drop the topic and go along with whatever deceitful ways he had in mind. After all, he was your best friend and you trusted him. You’d rather choose the thrill of bootleg games than waiting ten minutes early before the show starts anyway. But you remember it vividly under the aura of those stage lightings and when the actors were personifying in their larger-than-life costumes, he would be so mesmerized by the show before him that sometimes he wouldn’t even say a word to you at all until it was over.

Before you went home, he and you would walk to the nearest burger place, where you would eat under the polychromatic neon sign and he would tell you, “someday, I’m going to my face on the big screen or one of those giant stages and I would make my mom proud!” he cheered. And you’d always encourage him, “…and I’ll be there to watch and clap for you in the audience.”

Rest in peace, to your naïve bravado… Little did you know, his dream was going to be your doom.

You remained closed friends as you grew up; going to the same school, sharing a few classes together, until, in high school, things began to change. He began to join auditions and taking art classes and extracurriculars. He became busier and busier every day to the point where he could only hang out with you on the weekends. That is when he absolutely had no rehearsals or he wasn’t too worn out from a week full of activities.

You also noticed the different manner and shift of inflexion when you two hung out. All he would talk about is the ‘clique’ of popular boys in school had asked him to sit with them at lunch and how the popular girls would start preening at him when he walked down the hallway. It was as if by partaking in these arts clubs, it gave him a VIP member card to get access into sitting with at exclusive spots and it upgraded his status.

He changed his looks as well, by going to the gym more often and eating more so that he would gain some muscles. He began dressing like one of those jocks and he would begin throwing in some flirtatious comments to those popular girls when they were around.

Eventually, he and you began to grow apart. It got worse when he started dating one of the popular girls, Janet, and he would ditch you even on weekends despite all the plans you had made weeks prior.

“I can’t hang out today, y/n. Janet’s parents are out of town and I think we are going to hook up in her giant pool!”

“But what about the movie that we planned to see together today? I thought you had been anticipating for it since a year ago?”

“I know, but can we just postpone it? It’s not like they are going to take it out tomorrow! We could still see it next weekend.”

“Well, we’ve bought the tickets, Steve.”

“Ah, shit, alright, I’ll just pay back the money, okay? How much are those tickets?”

“No, it’s fine, Steve. Don’t worry about it.”

“Really? You sure, y/n?”

“Yeah, I’ll just ask my mom or maybe Wanda to go see it with me. Don’t want those spoilers on the internet ruining it for me.” You chuckled hollowly. Disappointment filled up your heart but you pretended like it was alright, anyway. If Steve wanted to spend time with his girlfriend then, you had no right to stop him and force him to hang out with you.

“Ah, got it. Thanks, y/n. You’re the best!” and then the frozen seconds on the screen showed that he had ended the call.

The phone calls and text messages began to dwindle. You would often try to text or call him first but it would go to voicemail and or you would be left on read. When you were at school, Steve completely stopped hanging around you. He would rather be with his new ‘friends’ now. And he was too occupied with making out with Janet to notice you as you both walk past each other in the hall.

Wanda was your most trusted confidant and she knew about all the feelings you caged inside you for Steve. She would always be there for you when you cry over him and she would always encourage you to move on and stop trying to reach him. “You deserve so much better than this, y/n. Why would you ruin yourself for an asshole like him?”

Curse your adamant heart for refusing to listen to Wanda and take her advice. In the bottom of your heart, you knew that Wanda was right. You deserved so much better than what Steve had turned you into. You used to be this bright-eyed, rose-coloured heart person who saw your future in a radiant lustre. You were always drawn to helping people out. You used to think that maybe you’d end up being a nurse or a school counsellor, but as you grew older, gradually, you realized that there is far way more pernicious malady than physical ones.

Like the wound in your heart that Steve keeps tapping on every time he acts like he didn’t know you or he left another call or text unanswered. Every time he posted pictures of him and Janet, or him and ‘the boys’ who would walk around the school as they owned it. You had always dreaded those boys. You knew they were bad news and you didn’t want to be associated with them under any circumstances. You and Steve used to make fun of them, how much of a loser they are and how negligent they are toward their grades. But who would’ve known that Steve would turn into his own worst abomination?

Eventually, like all good (and bad) things, they must come to an end. You graduated with a 3.8 GPA and you were proud of yourself for all those times you spent being at home to do your homework and study until around 2 AM.

You were happy; you were satisfied with your grades, your parents were there, cheering for you in the audience and taking countless pictures of you when you walked on stage, and you could finally move forward to the next stage of your life. But something was missing.

“Gosh, I can’t wait to finally graduate.” He scanned the paper with a mark that mocked him in big bold red as he sat at the edge of your twin-sized bed. You had just returned from school and you had received the result of your Math tests. You luckily got a B+ but clearly, Steve didn’t acquire the same latter.

“C’mon, it’s just one bad test. It doesn’t mean that your life is over.”

“I know but, I don’t like seeing a C+ on my test, y/n. It makes me feel inadequate. Besides, I need a solid 3.7 GPA in order to get into NYU. Otherwise, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Stop being so dramatic, you still have what it takes. You just need to do a lot better in the next one.”

“Yeah, I’m really gonna have to work my ass off though. Math has never been my strongest suit.”

“Neither it’s mine, but you know what? Someday we’ll wear our graduation hat and this wouldn’t even matter. You’d probably forget that you’ve ever had a C in your high school year.”

You recalled those times where Steve would endlessly talk about graduating and what would happen when both of you go on separate ways. He would tell you “don’t be silly. We’ll always be best friends even if we go to different universities. It’s not like we don’t have a phone, y/n.”

You always imagined that on your graduation day, you both would celebrate it together but of course, those dreams have long perished. Steve didn’t even have a smile on his face when your name was being announced.

He was supposed to be there, standing right next to you and engulf you in a warm, giant hug. The one that he used to give on your birthdays. But no, now, you could only watch him from several feet away farther than you both used to be. You could only hear his echoing laugh as he high-fived the boys and twirl Janet around up in the air like the happy ending in your favourite Rom-Com movies.

That should be me. Your heart cry mourned for the memories and the fractured promises. It was like there was this colossal fortress between the two of you and while you were fighting to climb it to reach him, he, on the other hand, didn’t even have the patience to wait for you.

It’s okay though. At least you had your parents and Wanda and her parents and twin brother, Pietro who adorned this special day distracting you away from the anguish of missing Steve. You were going to spend this entire day with the people who truly loved you and you loved just as equal before you had to leave for the new phases of your own lives.

You will finally move to your college dorm, have yourself a roommate, and invest your time and energy in something that you knew you were always meant to do and it excites you that your journey of helping people will start soon.

And Steve Rogers will be nothing but a consigned to oblivion memory that will sink like a battleship beneath the waves.

At least for now.

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#8 Boy-Crazy Stacey: Chapter 10

Stacey makes a fool of herself. And she’s still a bitch.

I guess Stacey wrote this notebook entry to Kristy on a mini-postcard, because it's all abbreviated and sounds like she's updating her Twitter: K- Noth. new to rept. Kids fine. B. still afrd. of H2O. -S. You know Kristy is enjoying this, because it sounds all official, like she's getting a daily briefing from her troops.

Or, maybe she's being concise in her BSC update, because her postcard to Claudia has an entirely different tone. Basically, it's her lamenting to Claudia that she's such a jerk and she wouldn't listen to Mary Anne about Scott and she feels like such a jerk and just wouldn't listen to Mary Anne's warnings and did I mention she thinks she's a jerk and she should have paid attention to Mary Anne? Seriously, that's all the postcard is, those things repeated over and over again. She ends by saying she'll explain in the next postcard, then tells us she had to write Claudia three more postcards to tell her the whole story. Holy crap, Stacey, why didn't you just write an actual letter to Claudia and save yourself three stamps? I'm sure you could find a piece of paper and an envelope somewhere. Maybe she was so heartbroken, she couldn't think straight.

Stacey explains that she was having a great time in Sea City. Her hair's now two shades lighter, thanks to the Sun-Lite. So how is she going to explain that to her parents? "It was the sun, honest!" She's got actual tan lines at the edges of her skimpy little bikini that makes her look sooooooo sophisticated. And she bought a new bikini in town. In case you care, it's pink with palm trees and parrots all over it. Which sounds more like something Claudia would wear. But don't worry, Claudia's still kind of sophisticated, so Stacey's sophistication hasn't been affected!

Mary Anne, however, hasn't been faring as well. Her sunburn's gone but she's now dealing with the aftermath of blotchy pink skin. So she isn't in a good mood about that and is still staying under the umbrella as covered up as possible when they go to the beach.

Oh, and Stacey’s diabetes hasn't been an issue and her mom has only called twice! So Stacey is sitting pretty at this point, especially because the best part is she's been spending lots of time with Scott! Saturday, the Pike parents make another run for it so they don't have to spend time with the kids and head to Atlantic City, so Stacey and Mary Anne are in charge. Maybe that’s how the Pikes can afford this huge beach house every year - they’re good at gambling!

Stacey spends the whole day ignoring her responsibilities and parks herself up by the lifeguard stand, leaving Mary Anne alone. By the end of the day, Mary Anne is royally pissed off and accuses Stacey of spending too much time with Scott, while leaving her to do all the work. Stacey, in turn, pulls the "UR JUST JELIS!!!!!!!!" card. Seriously, let me post the next two paragraphs in their entirety so you all can see what a heinous bitch Stacey is. And I usually reserve that term for talking about Dawn or Kristy at their worst, so you know this is bad:

Personally, I think she was jealous. And if I were Mary Anne, I'd have been jealous, too. That nerdy mother's helper had been hanging around her endlessly, and the two of them were always doing stuff with the kids, like building sand castles, or collecting shells to make a moat around the towels and umbrellas. Mary Anne says I'm not spending enough time with the children, but I AM doing something important when I'm on the beach. I post myself by the lifeguard stand and watch the kids when they're in the water - and Adam and Jordan are in the water nonstop. I can't help it if Scott talks to me every now and then, or asks for a soda or something.

Oh my, where do I start. First off, she honestly thinks Mary Anne's jealous that she’s off flirting with an 18-year-old lifeguard? And she hasn’t even met the mother's helper guy and she's calling him a nerd and assumes he's bothering Mary Anne. The Pikes should be paying HIM because he's doing the job Stacey’s getting paid for! Of course they're playing with the kids; they're babysitters, it's their responsibility to watch over the kids, something Stacey isn’t doing! I still can't get over her accusing Mary Anne of being jealous. I guess everyone can't be a sophisticated New Yorker, with barely-there bikinis and heavenly boobs that fill out said bikinis. Part of me kind of wishes that Mary Anne tattled on Stacey, just to see how the Pikes would react. But since they're such free-spirits, with almost no rules, they probably wouldn't care. And Mary Anne's such a doormat, she'd never speak up, so there goes that fantasy.

And way to pretend you're doing your job, Stacey. Someone's in denial! Adam could get pulled away by a riptide and Stacey would be too occupied with fetching Scott a can of soda to notice.

So while Mary Anne's watching the Pike Army with the help of the boy mother's helper (who deserves a medal for going out of his way to keep helping Mary Anne), Scott inflates Stacey ego some more by telling her she's beautiful. And she swoons because the only other people who call her beautiful are her parents. Well, and herself, but I don't think that counts. He gets cut off from telling her something else so he can blow one of his many whistles to alert some kids they're out too far in the ocean. See, Stacey? He isn't neglecting his job! And you know the kids he's warning are Adam and Jordan, who Stacey claimed she was watching.

Stacey asks him what he meant to say before he was rudely interrupted by those damn kids who were too far out in the water and Scott quickly says she's the greatest. Stacey giggles to herself that he's just too shy to tell her up front that he LUVS her too. Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, honey.

Later that afternoon, Stacey tries talking with Mary Anne, who isn't saying much and obviously wants nothing to do with her. Stacey tries making conversation and offers to get her a soda but it's no use. That's pretty much the only interaction they have the rest of the day until they leave the beach.

Stacey says Mr. and Mrs. Pike returned from Atlantic City in a “great mood,” so I think we can all conclude what they did there in between winning enough money to pay for next year's trip to Sea City. They're in such a good mood, they decide to be nice and spend the evening with their kids, giving Stacey and Mary Anne the night off. Mrs. Pike invites them to come with the family to Gurber Garden, so they can use Nicky's coupon for four free dinners, but says they can go off on their own too. Stacey's excited and begs Mary Anne to not be mad at her, so they can have fun for the next five hours. Mary Anne began to look a teeny bit interested. And by the time our bikinis were off, we had showered, and our boardwalk clothes were on, she was actually speaking to me. That makes it sound like they showered together! I guess Stacey decided to use her powers of persuasion.

They select their boardwalk outfits carefully, Stacey hoping they run into Scott. Oh, you will...it just won't be as you imagined it.

Their boardwalk outfits are actually pretty decent. Stacey's wearing a white cotton vest over a pink cotton dress, and has a big white bow in her hair that's flopping over the side of her head. Ok, it was good up until the bow. Mary Anne has nothing she feels like wearing so Stacey loans her some of her stuff. Mary Anne ends up wearing yellow pedal pushers, a white and yellow striped tank top and an oversized white jacket. Ok, her's was good up until the white jacket. It makes it sound like she's wearing a lab coat over her outfit. And if Stacey's got magical boobs of wonder and Mary Anne doesn't, that tank top must be baggy on her.

They have dinner at a burger place, and Mary Anne has fudge for dessert. Stacey obviously can't. Then they go and buy souvenirs. Mary Anne gets visors for Dawn and Kristy, and Stacey gets Claudia a bright yellow t-shirt with a surfer on it because she thinks the surfer looks like Scott. Oh, that'll be fun explaining that gift. "Oh this shirt I'm wearing with my purple plaid capri pants and matching high-tops? My best friend bought it in Sea City. She said the surfer looks like this guy she had a crush on who then broke her heart. Dibble, right?"

After they play some arcade games, Mary Anne suggests they go for a ferris wheel ride. On the way there, I'm sure Stacey is puzzled at all the teenage/college-aged girls wearing whistles around their necks. They buy their tickets and the guy in the booth calls Stacey “cutie.” Mary Anne is getting denied here! While they're on the ferris wheel, Stacey decides out of the blue that she should buy Scott a present. "Hmph" is the only response she gets from Mary Anne. I guess she takes that as a yes because once they get off the ferris wheel, she drags Mary Anne to practically every gift shop on the boardwalk.

While Stacey ponders what to get him, she says Mary Anne waits in each shop patiently. Though knowing Mary Anne, she's suppressing the rage and saving it up, making herself a ticking time bomb that explodes when she lets all that pent-up anger loose at a later time. Among the gifts Stacey chooses, then unchooses, are a book about shells (what), a blue hat, and a custom-made t-shirt that says "STACEY + SCOTT = LUV." Yikes. More like if she gave that shirt to Scott, it would be "STACEY + SCOTT = CREEPY" or "STACEY + SCOTT = RESTRAINING ORDER."

They come to a candy shop and Stacey, ignoring the fact that just being around chocolate will make her go into diabetic shock, runs in and drops 10 bucks on a giant, red satin, heart-shaped box of chocolates. She triumphantly shows her gift to Mary Anne, who's looking at something else. She tries to stop Stacey from looking but it's too late. Stacey turns around to find Scott behind her, curled up on a bench and sucking face with an OLDER GIRL. Well, older for Stacey, because the girl was at least 18. And, to make matters worse, she's curvy and gorgeous!

Ok, does anyone have an inkling that Mary Anne purposely made herself look distracted so Stacey would look and see Scott "cheating" on her, just so she would stop lusting after him and go back to doing her job? Or is her evil side not big enough to pull that off?

Stacey thrusts the box of chocolates at Mary Anne and says, "Guess I won't be needing this. You take it. You deserve it. You were right all along. Enjoy your prize." Then she breaks down sobbing. Surprisingly, Mary Anne doesn't join her in crying and instead puts her arm around Stacey walks her back to the house. LEAVING THE BIG EXPENSIVE BOX OF CHOCOLATES ON THE BENCH!!!!! This annoyed from the first time I read this book years ago and it still annoys me. Stacey spent 10 freakin dollars on that, bring it back home with you!

#babysitters club #boy-crazy stacey #stacey mcgill #bsc #snark

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AU-gust 2020 Prompts

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28. Fashion & Models AU - Erik/Shaw

I was originally going to write something from my Frost & Darkholme verse, but I decided the idea was too angsty and required a different headspace than where I’m currently at SO - you’re getting this little snippet instead of Erik thinking about doing a nude photoshoot to make money...

(Someday I’m going to write an au where Shaw seduces poor young, unsuspecting Erik into a terrible relationship he doesn’t even realize is terrible. Alas today is not that day.)

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“You know I can get you an interview with Shaw, if you want to make some actual money and stop eating cup noodles for dinner.”

Erik sighs. It’s the third night in a row he’s had to forgo an edible meal, with his money getting sucked up buying books for the new semester and a replacement transmission for his beat up old Honda. The offer gets more tempting every time Azazel says it, given the run of bad luck he’s been having lately with his finances.

Though this is the first time he’s really, seriously considered it; selling nude photos to a porn site specializing in mutants.

“Suppose I do want you to get me an interview—”

Azazel grins. “Seriously? I thought for sure you were going to say no again; hold on to your precious pride instead of making next month’s rent.”

He grimaces, and jabs the wooden chopsticks into his half eaten slop. “It’s not about that alright? I just don’t think it’s right, helping a bunch of humans jerk off to mutants, when most of them don’t even consider us people.”

“Sure maybe that’s some of them,” Azazel concedes, stuffing his face with a take-out burger as Erik steals a French fry off his plate. “But a lot of mutants use the site too. Sometimes we just want to get our rocks off to a sexy devil with red skin, and not some boring old human with no tail.”

Erik rolls his eyes and throws a fry at him. “I don’t know how your giant ego even fits into this tiny apartment, Az.”

“Sure, sure, I’m the egomaniac,” Azazel says with a smirk. “So how serious are you about this? Say the word and I’ll call him. Set it up.”

He thinks about the bills he’s got piling up on his desk, the measly wage he makes at the Apple store and how much he really hates cup noodles and sighs. “How much are we talking about? For a few photos?”

Azazel pretends to look him up and down, assessing him in his ratty hoody and ripped jeans and shrugs. “Enough to get groceries for the next couple of months, and maybe some new clothes so you can actually get someone to date you.”

“I don’t have time to date.” He stops being sneaky about picking off Azazel’s fries, and just dumps half of them onto a paper plate, giving up on the noodles. “You think this Shaw guy will take me on?”

“Sure. He likes mutants of all kinds, and you’re a good looking guy,” Azazel says, before adding with a smirk. “’Course you could always just suck his dick. I’m sure he’d give you a job or two for a good b.j.”

Erik makes a face. “How old is he? I’m not that desperate yet.”

“Don’t worry. He’s like twenty, twenty five years older than us but he’s totally hot. And I know he’s got a nice dick.”

“Scheisse, Az, you’re such a slut,” he says, grinning and shaking his head. “I’m not going to fuck some random guy I just met for a job; I’ve got standards.”

Standards that end up being thoroughly tested, when he meets Sebastian Shaw three days later.

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“Please, take off your clothes.”

“I’m sorry…you want me to do what?”

Shaw’s request surprises him, as with everything else that’s happened in their meeting thus far. Even with Azazel’s positive description, Erik still expected someone much different than the one he met; someone older looking and a little lecherous, and not very generous with pay. Instead, he finds a very handsome, professional and charming man in Sebastian Shaw, with a fine appreciation for every kind of mutation, including (or maybe especially) Erik’s.

Leaning forward in his chair, he refills Erik’s glass with another shot of fine whisky and smiles. “You’re very handsome, Erik, and I can see that you’re in very good shape. But since I’m paying for nude photos I’m sure you understand why I’d like to see what’s actually underneath your clothes.”

“Do you always ask potential employees to strip for you, Mr. Shaw?” he asks, though it comes out less confrontational than the words imply. Erik doesn’t quite know how he feels about the request, except that he’s uncomfortable for reasons that doesn’t want to acknowledge yet.

(That maybe he wants Shaw to see him naked, his eyes raking possessively over Erik’s nude flesh…)

“I do,” Shaw answers simply, without any shame or pretence. “I’m very hands on with the business – no pun intended – and I personally select every single mutant that poses for my site. If my request makes you uneasy, we can part ways now with no hard feelings. Though…” He gets up from his chair and comes to stand beside Erik, leaning back against his desk with a quirked brow. “I didn’t peg you for being the shy type, Mr. Lehnsherr. Maybe this isn’t the thing for you, if you’re not really comfortable with nudity.”

Defiance burns low in his gut, as he pushes up from his chair and pulls his grey Henley over his head. “I’m perfectly comfortable with nudity, Mr. Shaw, just as long as you don’t expect this to turn into an audition for porn.”

Shaw chuckles. “Not at all. I have an entirely different audition process for the videos we make.” Somehow, Shaw’s nonchalance at his veiled dig only serves to spur him on, and Erik doesn’t hesitate to strip out of his jeans and boxer briefs too, kicking his socks and shoes off with a triumphant grin. “There, do I pass the test?”

He expects a quick once-over; for Shaw to check that he doesn’t have any hidden deformities or unseemly scars, and yes – that his penis is a sufficient size and appropriate to his body’s proportions. He does not expect the man to close the distance until they’re mere inches apart, and then slowly circle him, taking in Erik’s body from every imaginable angle.

By the time Shaw steps back, Erik’s skin feels tight and hot all over, his cock half hard from nothing but the man’s piercing gaze. Those dark eyes linger on Erik’s lips, heavy with intent, before he abruptly turns and takes a seat again behind his heavy oak desk.

“I’ll have my assistant call you, to book your first shoot,” Shaw says, all business again, as Erik scrambles to pull his clothes back on, half aroused and sufficiently mortified by the way his body reacted to the scrutiny. “We’ll see how the pictures look and how you feel about nude modeling. And then we can talk about a contract, if we’re both interested.”

And then he’s being ushered out the door by a still smiling Shaw, who pats him on the back and gives his shoulder a light squeeze.

“Call me, Erik, if there’s anything you need,” he says. “My door’s always open, day or night.”

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Erik spends the rest of the day thinking about Shaw, and wondering why he feels such a pull to a man two decades his senior (and his employer, potentially for more than a one off).

He calls Shaw two nights later, and agrees to meet for a drink.

#gerec writes #fashion & models au #day 28 #au-gust 2020 #august writing challenge #erik/shaw

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jacksonwang-gae · 5 years

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nct dream as mcdonald employees

jaemin: all the customers love him bc of his beautiful smile. gives out extra fries to the elders and little kids. will buy some big macs for the homeless. genuinely likes his job. knows that the girls from the high school across the street are only there to see him but pretends not to notice. takes advantage of free coffee at work and pours fucking eight shots into his americano. manager mark has to cut him off after 10 cups of black coffee during break time. “jaemin, for the love of god we have to make coffee for our customers, not your coffee addiction.”

jeno: gets frustrated with the cash register every few minutes. nervously laughs and smiles whenever a customer seems upset with an order. gets bothered by jaemin every time they’re on their lunch break. tries to take shifts without jaemin bc jaemin keeps asking to hang out after work. every once in a while he’ll eat the grilled chicken sandwiches bc he’s trying to keep himself lean. has to call his mom after his shift ends. doesn’t really care for his job but he does it well.

chenle: the rich kid that doesn’t really need a part time job but got one anyway bc he was bored at home. really friendly with customers. all the old ladies love him bc he gives them free apple pies, which mark has to keep reminding him to stop doing bc they’re losing money. refuses to clean the bathrooms. will literally stand there for twenty minutes with a towel and cleaner in hand. maybe cleans the mirrors on a good day. likes to eat fries during break. jisung tries to steal them from time to time. teaches jeno and jaemin chinese whenever there aren’t any customers.

jisung: bless this kid’s soul. it’s his first job and he is shit at it. gets confused with orders. “oh, she ordered a chicken nugget meal? isn’t that just a number 12? what’s the difference?” hates drive thru bc the headset hurts his ears. he’s so quiet that the customers have a hard time hearing him. people tip him anyway bc he looks so innocent. annoys chenle in the back whenever he has to fry something. spills drinks at least once a day. doesn’t matter if they don’t ask for ketchup. he will grab a handful with his giant ass hands and place it in the damn bag. mark doesn’t have the heart to fire him bc jisung needs money to get through his dancing academy.

renjun: pretends to not understand the customers when they’re being rude or annoying. studies in the back during break. very sarcastic towards everyone. jisung thinks he’s serious sometimes and as a result is low key terrified of him. is actually really good at his job and almost got promoted to manager, but told his boss he’d rather stay where he was. mark and him are buddies. has to help him boss around chenle and jisung. doesn’t like fixing the broken ice cream machine, so he gets jeno to do it. “jeno, it’s broken again. i’ll give you my tips if you fix it for me.” has thought about quitting the job, but stayed bc his coworkers keep him entertained.

haechan: a ray of sunshine towards everyone. always tries to talk to mark during their break. sings high notes whenever he works on the burgers. he’s the happy go lucky guy. sometimes renjun finds it annoying, but haechan only elevates his cheeriness. kids adore him. he sings for them whenever they order a happy meal. whistles while mopping and slips on his ass when distracted. he applied for the job bc he knew mark was working there. low key is mark’s favorite so he gets away with eating most of the chocolate chip cookies. invites everyone to parties after work.

mark: the hard worker. he does everything well. was promoted to manager after just a few months. has two other jobs on the side. gets yelled at for messed up orders all the time and always offer them a free dessert. has to track down chenle and jisung during rush hour. tells haechan he’s busy every time haechan calls for mark. called in sick once bc all those kids were giving him a headache and he has no time for that shit when he has finals the next week. doesn’t find the time to eat bc he’s constantly working. somehow he manages not to get stressed at work, but sometimes seeing jisung take orders give him anxiety. “jisung, it’s that button. no, that one. no, i-.” is normally very patient but every once in a while his patience is tested.

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141 - Save Dark Owl Records

The prison of your own mind is undergoing budget cuts.

Welcome to Night Vale.

Today I’d like to open the show with a statement from a local business owner, Michelle Nguyen.

Michelle: An insidious presence has invaded our town. That presence is located in the Night Vale mall and is called the Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express. I’ve seen you shopping there, Night Vale, and I want you to know you’re all murderers with the figurative blood of independent record stores dripping from your hands. “No, no” you’ll say, “that isn’t figurative blood, it’s literal barbecue sauce from the Black Angus barbeque bacon burger and it’s delicious!” You’ll keep blathering on how about “Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express keeps thick juicy beef burgers layered in between your albums, so you can flip past them and impulse eat as you shop. It’s so convenient!” [angrily] Well you know what? Convenience is another words for laziness. When you come to my store, to Dark Owl Records, you have to earn your music! Our extensive underground section is kept literally underground, and you have to dig random holes in the dirt to find it. We don’t provide you with a shovel, you can’t even bring your own. You must use your fingers. Broken knuckles and fingernails peeled back to the quick are the sign of a true music lover. Sometimes, you won’t find music you think you like, but then you realize that the rhythmic grunts and scrapes of bloodied hands into rocky earth is itself music.

Anyway, come to my fundraiser tonight at Dark Owl Records. It’s a party, and parties are the worst, but I don’t have the money to pay my bills anymore and it’s your fault, so just show up and do the right thing, or I’ll go out of business. Ok, thanks!

Cecil: Thank you, Michelle. Our radio station is doing a remote broadcast live today at the Save Dark Owl fundraiser. We’ll do some interviews and there’ll be live bands, and it should be a lot of fun. Hope you see you down here, Night Vale! Come show your support for local small business.

But first, a word from our sponsor. Today’s program is brought to you by the Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express. The popular franchise mashup had its grand opening only three weeks ago and is already a booming success. From their regional frosty treats, like the cactus thorn malt, to their wide selection of best of complication albums. There’s something for everyone at Food Barn Gladtown Records Express. And by popular demand, there’s now extra fry sauce on everything, including the Bluetooth headphones. You don’t even have to ask for it. You have to ask if you don’t want fry sauce, and you have to give a good reason why not, like uh, a signed doctor’s note. Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express. Your community entertainment culture conglomerate.

And now, a public service announcement.

Deb: Hey old friends! Corporeal humans, cor-corporeal humans, former babies, future corpses, this is Deb, a sentient patch of haze, speaking for the department of motor vehicles. We know you haven’t heard from us in a while. But [blows raspberry] we haven’t heard from you either. Relationships are a, [clicks tongue] two-way street, so to speak. But [hiccups], I know there’s been some tension and things have gotten a little weird between us. No need to get into that right now. Or ever again, as far as we’re concerned. But if you wanna come over some time and just talk, just say hi or anything, then the department of motor vehicles will be opening our doors for one hour every weekday between 2 and 3. That’s all we have to give emotionally right now. Self..care. We would like to see you again though just to [emotionally] hear your voice. We hope you’ve been doing well. [hiccups] We’re a little drunk, and it’s late. Man, we just got done watching Carol for the third time in a week. [angrily] And you haven’t really been posting on social media lately, so we just wanna know what’s going on with you. [drinking noises] Again, no pressure, no strings attached, and if it gets crowded you could always take a number as usual. But the DMV wants you to know whether your number 19 or 99, you’re always number 1 to us! [snorts] [cries] We, we miss you. We miss you.

Cecil: Listeners, we’re here live at Dark Owl Records, and the fundraiser is getting off to a great start! People are buying shards of records they dug out of the ground, there’s a cake with thick black frosting and undulating tendrils. Mm, looks delicious! There’s an effigy of the Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express with a lot of long pins sticking out of it. And at the center of all the excitement is Dark Owl owner herself, Michelle Nguyen, and her girlfriend Maureen. What a treat! Hey you two, wanna say hello to all of Night Vale? Ah that’s weird. Uh, Michelle sent me a text right now while simultaneously staring unblinkingly into my eyes from three feet away. Uh, her text says: “We heard the spot you did for Burger Barn Gladtown Rec Ex and we are not speaking to you at this time. Please leave my party, Cecil.” Oh I get it, oh no, this is a, a simple misunderstanding, Michelle. See, in radio journalism, we have a moral responsibility to play ads and make lots of money. I see where you’re confused. Does that help clear things up? Aaand Maureen is pouring ice coffee all over my laptop. I’ll go find a towel, while you go to the weather.

[A Pale Sun Rises Over New York" by Scrawnyman, https://scrawnyman.bandcamp.com]

Michelle: Hey, this is Michelle. Cecil had to go away, but there was a hastily assumed agreement I would take over the show while he’s gone, so here I am, Michelle. Broadcasting live from my own party, which is better than mingling with people and being all social and stuff, right? Uh, no offense to anyone who’s here, but this is the first party I’ve ever agreed to attend and it was only out of desperation. I mean, all parties are born out of some form of desperation. Ugh, parties are the worst! I wish everyone would go home. No, no, don’t go home, it’s so nice that you’re here… I guess. But you know what else is nice? Being alone. Or mostly alone. That’s really what independent record stores stand for, you know? Individuality, independence, isolation. Don’t follow the herd, go home, be alone. It’s the best.

Oh shoot, I was afraid something like this would happen. I mean, everything’s fine, there’s just a little situation out back. I’m gonna hand the mic over to Maureen while I deal with this.

Maureen: Um, hello? Hey, uh, this is Maureen. Don’t be scared or anything. A-actually be scared, but not about what I’m going to tell you. So what happened is some people were digging in the underground music section and the ground kind of split apart and now there’s a giant, like arthropod thing. Uh, it’s tearing people’s limbs off and whatever. Seems really mad and people are screaming, there’s like a lot of blood, blood is so stupid. But Michelle has it under control now. She’s kicked out everyone but the spider crustacean thing, because it was the only one who wasn’t being fake about its love of music. So yeah um, come on down to the store. Uh remember: we’re here to save Dark Owl! And even though the biggest section is the not for sale rack, there’s still a lot of great things to choose from. I know that some of the best things I’ve ever found have been here. Michelle, for one. Uh, don’t tell her I said that.

Also earlier today, I was crawling around inside the ventilation system, and I thought it would be really narrow and claustrophobic like air closed shafts usually are, but actually it kept growing wider and taller until I could stand up and walk around. I could even run if I wanted to. The ducts and passageways unfolded in front of me and I felt totally lost, but in a good way. I ran and ran and somewhere along the way I lost my flashlight and it didn’t matter. I could see with a sense other than vision, maybe it was taste. Ductways tasted like an everything bagel, and that guided my way. Then I could taste voices outside the vents. A voice I knew well was talking to a customer about a color limited edition single of “Love Will Tear Us Apart” on one side and “Love Will Keep Us Together” on the other. The record’s cover art depicted the eruption of Mount St Helens, but like a year before it actually happened, which makes it super valuable. I followed the taste of their voices, which was like green apples but the artificial candy flavor version, and I ended up in the obsolete media bunker behind the register, where I lay down on a pile of warm Sheena Easton singles and CD-roms filled with corrupted Limewire files. And that’s where I am now. Aand I’m gonna take a nap. Bye! [snoring]

Michelle: Hey Night Vale, I’m back. It’s all under control now. Sorry, I have kind of a contentious relationship with my neighbor Matt. He’s a 15-foot coconut crab that lives underneath the lot behind our store. We usually get along OK, but he really does not like parties, and I should have told him in advance, but I was busy and totally forgot, so my bad. Anyway, I let Matt eat the patrons who were wearing airpods and he was happy, so the party is still going strong. Most of the people are dead or have been kicked out, but I wanna make it clear that the party is still happening. So come on down to Dark Owl Records and save our store! Honestly, things are so much better now that everyone’s gone, so this is really the perfect time to show up. We have some special listening stations where you can browse all your favorite genres, like silence, post-silence, proto-silence, under-silence… I know you guys might not have heard of under-silence yet, but that’s like when the headphones are projecting what’s inside of you back into your own ears and you can hear your internal organs processing blood and fluids, and you’re filled with the awe of how all these seemingly archaic gooey parts can possibly work together to keep you alive and functioning, and you eventually pass out and/or vomit.

[sighs] I really don’t know what I’ll do if I have to leave this place. I’ve spent so much time here, I don’t even remember where my house is. One night after work, I walked down the street I thought it was on, but nothing looked familiar. And I kept walking for hours. I finally saw my house, but when I walked in, the door opened into the kitchen instead of the living room, and there was this family I’d never seen before eating dinner. There were four large serving bowls of mashed root vegetables on the table. The family didn’t notice me at all, they ate their mush and talked about their days. The mom was worried about the new boss at work, and the son forgot to go to his dentist appointment, and the daughter had a chemistry test that went okay. I didn’t want to freak them out, so I et myself out the back door and kept walking until it as morning. And in the cacophonous creak of dawn, I ended up back at Dark Owl just in time to open for the new day. And it didn’t matter, you know, that I couldn’t find my house because –

Wait, what’s this? An empty-eyed courier child just handed me an envelope. There’s a, there’s a check inside, and it’ a coupon for something called the “100 percent fish hot dog”, and a hand written note. It says, “Hello, my name is Jules, and I’m the franchise owner at the new Burger Barn Gladtown Records Express. Here is the rest of the money for your fundraising goal. When you become a franchise owner like me, you’ll think to yourself, ‘oh cool I’m an entrepreneur now, I’m going to be my own boss. I’m finally going to have agency in my life, you know?’ At least that’s what I thought when I filled out he online personality test that told me I had what it takes. I’m a type 23: outgoing but grounded. I’m detail-oriented but I can also see the big picture. I’m competitive, but I follow the rules. Classic type 23.” The note goes on. “But there are so many rules, Michelle. You have to conform when you’re in a franchise. And if you don’t, you’ll go under. Not merely monetarily, but to this place they refer to only as the cavern. If you end up there, you don’t ever come out again. Anyway, one rule is that we need at least one business competitor to remain open at all times. Until our lobbyists overturn the Sherman anti-trust act, we need Dark Owl Records to stay in business. So please take this money. I don’t wanna go to the cavern. Please, Michelle. Sincerely, Jules.”

OK, not sure how to deal with this right now if I’m honest. This person opened up a rival record franchise, and now they wanna give me money from their corporation to stay in business? I dunno. I need to go soul searching. I need to listen to some ambient room tone tracks used under famous movie scenes. I really like the one from the diner in “When Harry Met Sally”. Whatever, I guess. [steps, door closes]

[steps] Cecil: Night Vale, I’m so sorry I left you. I went to get a towel to clean up the spilled ice coffee, and there was this giant spider lobster thing, he-he cornered me and I couldn’t escape. He just kept talking and talking and god, he was boring! The worst person to run into at a party. I didn’t know how to get out of the conversation without being rude, uh I finally said I’d go grab us both a slice of cake and sidled out of there. I hope everything went OK while I was gone. Let’s see. Oh, there’s no one really left. The radio gear has been abandoned except a sleeping Maureen under my chair. There’s an inordinate amount of blood on the floor, and hey looks like the little cardboard thermometer that shows the fundraising goal has been fully colored in! Wow! We did it Night Vale! I guess that means there’s enough money to keep Dark Owl in business, at least through this month’s bills. That’s the thing about bills, they keep happening.

Well, whatever the future holds, the party was clearly a success. As was this ultra fun remote broadcast. So music lovers, kick back, put on your fry sauce-dosed headphones, listen to your newly purchased album shards, and put some vitamin E cream on those knuckles! Stay tuned next for the cla-cla-clack of CD cases being browsed, like a fluttery little heartbeat in the darkness.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: A good way to tell if an artistic idea is worthwhile is to remember that the most successful video game of all time is “a plumber steps on turtles”, so who knows?

#welcome to night vale #eisode 141 #save dark owl records #wtnv transcripts

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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do you have a lot of barbecues during the summer? My dad used to all the time when I was a kid, but he’s not into it anymore for some reason. My fam just uses this little kitchen Cuisinart Griddler and a cast iron skillet for stuff like burgers and steaks. Oh, and my dad has a hot dog broiler/roller thing lol. do you plan on going to the movies soon? to see what? My mom and I want to see It Chapter 2 again. do you tie your shoes or just tuck in the laces? I tie them. What is one present you got for your last birthday? A Nintendo Switch with a couple games and a case, some Adidas clothes/shoes/socks/fanny pack/mini backpack, and a weekend getaway. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I really don’t remember.

Do you remember losing your first tooth? Yeah. I was eating an apple, ha. In the summer would u rather have the windows down or the AC on in the car? AC for sure. Having the windows down does nothing for me cause the air blowing in is just hot air. are you itchy anywhere right now? No. Have you ever thrown anything at a moving car? Uh, no. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I go through spurts where I’m obsessed with The Sims. What song makes you laugh when you hear it? Uhh. do you believe in “the one”? I actually thought I found a potential “one” in Ty. Or at least something serious and long-term. Silly me. Do you like maple cookies? I’ve never had one, but I’ve seen them and they look/sound delicious. I love maple donuts, so I imagine I’d love a maple cookie. Have you ever volunteered anywhere? where? Yeah, various places. are you afraid to pop a balloon? I do get a little nervous in anticipation of the POP! Name one person you’d like to see this month. I’ll be seeing one of my aunts that I’m close to soon. How high do you put the volume while using headphones? When listening to ASMR I turn it up all the way, but something else maybe half way or so. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don’t know. What would be the worst possible way to be woken up? I don’t enjoy being woken up ever so if someone does they better have a good reason and some coffee, ha. which was better: lion king 1 or lion king 2? Lion King 1. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? No. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Not since I was a kid. have you ever had a pet rock? No. Do you believe in marriage? I just can’t see myself ever getting married. What word do you say way too much? I know what phrase I say too much, “I don’t know.” What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? Like a Quick Mar/gas station/liquor store type store? I just get a drink, like a Starbucks Doubleshot. I used to get chips all the time, too. are you currently cold? No. It actually feels nice right now, which is shocking. It looks overcast out right now and it’s only 72 F, which is a big drop in temp for us Californians who have been experiencing upper 90s and triple digit temps. do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? Yes. what is a creative way to paint your nails? I wouldn’t know, I suck at painting them just the basic way. I tried dabbling in nail art stuff a few years ago, but I sucked. does your computer have built in speakers or do you have some plugged in? They’re built in. bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I liked playing with chalk as a kid. What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone. what colour is your alarm clock? I use my phone, which is coral. what brand is your TV? Insignia. are you proud of your body? Nooope. Watermelon or Cherries? Watermelon. What is your all time favourite song? I have too many, I couldn’t pick just one. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? On TV shows and movies. Eric Northman, playing by Alexander Skarsgard, for example. That character first introduced me to Alex. What is the band you’ve listened to most lately? I don’t think there’s been one in particular. how much effort do you put into how you look? Not much at all. :/ Favourite brand of cookies? Oreos and Keeblers. what would you do if you found out your mother had killed someone? Wowwwww. That would be.....wow. I don’t even know. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? Lucille Ball. Do you pay for your own things? Some things, not everything. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? Yes. Do you think the world is getting worse every year? I think we’re just more aware. Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? Yes, a few. Have you ever gone a day without eating? Yeah. I’ve gone days. How do YOU believe the world & universe started? I believe in God and that He created the world and everything in it. What was the topic of the last essay you wrote? I don’t remember. That was almost 5 years ago. how old were you when you discovered what sex was? I remember making my Barbies do what I thought sex was haha. Do you wish you had smaller feet? No, they’re already pretty small. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? EW NO. I hate when people do that, it’s SO disgusting. Throw it away it’s really not that hard. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? I don’t use a cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? They don’t know I’ve smoked weed a few times. Doesn’t sound like a big deal to most, but I don’t know I just haven’t told them. Who is the best cook in your house? My parents and brother are all good cooks. They each have their specialties. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yeah. Do you have a ‘prized possession’? My laptop. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? I’ve felt that way in some friendships. How many dryer sheets do you put in a load of laundry? I don’t do the laundry. Recommend a good book to me. I don’t know what you like. What would you consider unforgivable? Someone murdering someone I love. When you hear someone talking about lice, does your head start itching? Haha yeah. What would be a clever name for a giraffe? Lol I named my giraffe stuffed animals with G names. Like my 4ft giraffe I have is named Gigi, like GG for “giant giraffe.” lol. She’s giant in comparison to the other stuffed animals. Are there any items of jewelry you never/rarely take off? No. What’s something you like to do while you’re drunk? I don’t drink anymore. Do you think you deserve more than what you have? I don’t think I deserve anything. Would you rather give your food to a homeless shelter or money to charity? Why not both. Kiss on the neck or kiss on the cheek? Depends who the kiss is coming from. True or False: you this read wrong True. Don’t you hate when you hit your tooth on your cup trying to get a drink? Yes, or a utensil. I do that forks a lot for some reason. Which store would you choose to max out a credit card? I don’t want to max out any credit cards. I gotta pay it back, you know. Who has the loudest mouth in your house? My dog? lol. Can you understand shakespear english? Kinda, but I didn’t really enjoy Shakespeare, so I didn’t put a lot of effort into it. Do you usually buy or make your Halloween costumes? I’ve done both. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Not anymore, really. I like getting takeout to just eat at home. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? These past few years. What is the most ridiculous law you ever heard about? Hmm. I’ve read articles in the past about weird laws each state has, but I can’t think of an example right now. Is your name common? Yeah. If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get? I love having a dog. Do you like fried bologna? I’ve never had it fried, but I love bologna sandwiches. How do you act around people you dislike? I’d act civil, but I would probably be short and just keep my distance, not interacting unless I needed to. Do you like decorating rooms or would you rather have someone else do it? Someone else. I’m not creative enough. Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I’d love to go. have you spent money on a game online? Yeah. I’ve bought a few game apps and Sims games. Are you good at making small talk? Nopeee. Has someone ever taken something from you that you could never replace? Yes. Are you a fan of tattoos? I mean, sure. Are you bikini ready? I don’t wear bikinis. What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are? Menstrual cycles were a bitch, but I don’t get them anymore.

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One Month After Forever

A short fanfiction in honor of having just one month left until the return of Young Justice. Hope you enjoy :)

Today seemed like any other day in the life of the average Uber driver. You woke up, got in your car, picked people up, dropped them off, and, sure, there wasn’t a lot of money in the gig, but there was something you savored more than anything money could buy you: the stories you’d hear from the people you drove around. But, when you woke up today, you never expected to hear a story like this.

It was around 4:00, or, as you knew it, 16:00. Your dad was an old military officer and he had drilled into your mind all that army time mumbo jumbo. You got an alert on your Uber app that there was a potential passenger for you waiting at the Happy Harbor airport. You immediately hit “accept” just because that had since become a reflex for you. Hey, any passenger’s a good passenger, right? You quickly head that way and soon pull up in front of the airport to pick them up.

The man who got into your car seemed pretty normal. Early 20′s, black hair, blue jacket over a black shirt and jeans. But then you notice the sunglasses he’s wearing. There was something familiar about them, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. “Where to?” You ask him.

“Big mountain on the edge of town.” The man replies.

Now that’s odd. Everybody in town knew that the mountain on the edge of town wasn’t there anymore. Of course, this guy was just coming from the airport. Maybe he’s an out-of-towner who just hadn’t heard the news. But, then again, didn’t the mountain’s destruction happen years ago? Surely word of that giant explosion would have made it to this guy by now, no matter where he’s from. Still, the place where the mountain once stood was quite a ways from the airport. That was a huge payout coming for you, and, what’s more, it was a long drive to talk and try and place where you knew this guy from.

You start driving. “So, you from around here, man?” You ask your passenger.

“Um, yeah, sorta.” The man responds. Sort of a strange response. Almost like he was dodging the question.

“Sorta?” You say with a lighthearted chuckle. “What’s that mean?”

The man looks down for a second, almost like he was choosing his next words very carefully. “I never really lived here.” He replies. “Just used to come down here a lot.”

“Oh. Got relatives in town, or something?” You ask.

“Just good friends.” The man replies. You’re not getting much of a conversation out of this guy, so you decide to just stay silent for a little while as you drive.

“Cool sunglasses.” You eventually remark.

“I’m sorry?”

“Just... I like your shades.” You say sheepishly.

“Oh. Thanks.”

More silence. Where have you seen shades like those before? “Hey, uh, did you used to go to school around here?” You eventually work up the nerve to ask.

“No.” The man replied simply.

“You used to work at the Big Belly Burger downtown?”

“No.”

You think for a moment, trying to place where you knew this guy from. “If you don’t mind me asking,” you finally say, “what do you do for work?”

That gets the man’s attention. You can tell that that question made him nervous. Growing up in a military household, your dad taught you a lot about how to read people. He said if you could tell when your enemy was afraid, you could defeat them easier. Pssh. Dads, right?

“I’m, uh, actually taking a break from work right now.” The man says. “I’ll probably give it another month or so before going back.”

“Oh. Okay.” You reply. “You... Excited to be going back so soon?”

The man looks down. You can’t tell what’s going on behind those shades, but you can sense that this fella’s been through a lot. “I guess so.” He eventually replies. “It’s a good job and all. Just... Gets a little hard sometimes. I, uh... I just lost a really good friend.”

You’re starting to get the feeling that this guy is unintentionally sharing more than he should. You know you should probably stop asking him about it, but curiosity’s a powerful thing. “You lost him on the job?” You ask.

“Yeah.” The man says. “We had... An assignment a while back. He was the only one who didn’t make it out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

The man smiles sadly. “We were the ones who started the job in the first place. Us and two other guys, and a couple girls. We... We did good work together.” The man’s smile vanishes. “I just couldn’t go back to face them after what happened to him.”

The man is starting to get really depressed. Time to try and turn the conversation around. “Tell me about these other friends of yours.”

The man’s smile returns, this one of a slightly happier variety. “There were six of us at the start. Me, Artemis, Megan, Conner, Wally, and Kaldur.”

“Kaldur?” You ask. It’s an odd name, but this man doesn’t seem to realize it. He just keeps talking.

“Yeah, Kaldur.” He says. “He was the one in charge. At first, at least. I took over for him for a while a few years ago. But that was... That was a bad idea.” You don’t bother asking why he thinks that since you assume that will only bum this guy out again. You let him keep talking. “Kaldur was a good leader. Strong, confident, didn’t really say much, but he what he said always meant a lot.”

“Then there was Conner. He had a pretty quick trigger when it came to getting angry, but he’s better about it now. He was strong too, but in a different way. And he and Megan were definitely one of the best couples I’ve ever seen. Megan was sweet, and she always knew how to calm Conner down when he got too worked up. She was sort of like the glue that held us all together. Well, her and her cookies. God, those were good.”

“Then there was Artemis. She was the only one on the team who was really like me. She... She had a rough past, but she never swayed from doing what was right. And she had more heart than anyone I’ve ever met.”

The man didn’t go on to talk about Wally. You guess that he was the one who died. “So... One more month and you’re going to go back?” You ask.

“Yeah.” The man said. “It’s weird. I’m nervous. You know, about whether or not things will be just as good between us as they were all those years ago. But I’m also excited. It’s been so long since the team’s been back together. And I can’t wait to see what we’ll do once we’re back.”

You smile. This man sure seemed to have lived a full life, that’s for sure. You were so engaged in his story that you didn’t even realize for a moment that you had arrived at the mountain. “We’re here.” You say. “Enjoy your time at the smoldering dirt pile.”

Your joke actually makes the man laugh. It’s a laugh that’s still full of life and heart even after all this man has been through. But there was something about it... Something that drew a memory out from deep within your mind.

You weren’t sure how long ago it was. It had been at least five years. You were just a kid growing up in Happy Harbor when, one day, a man in red armor who could somehow create tornadoes came to attack the town. You were cowering in your house throughout the whole attack until, all of a sudden, you heard a childish laugh cut through the air. You looked out your window to see five kids, kids like you, all out there battling the man in the red armor. There was a muscular boy in a Superman T-shirt, a redheaded kid with strange-looking goggles on his head, a boy who at one point dove into the nearby ocean and didn’t resurface for way longer than any normal kid could stay under for, a girl who you could swear had green skin...

And then there was a younger boy, the boy who was laughing. He wore a golden belt around his shoulder and a striking pair of black sunglasses that you were looking at right now on your passenger’s face. He looked at you weird as you pieced together who he was. “You okay?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

You shake yourself back to the present and nod. “Uh, y-yeah.” You stammer. The man raises an eyebrow suspiciously at you and goes to open the door. “You never told me why you wanted to come here.” You suddenly find yourself saying.

The man smiles. “Just... Coming back to relive some old memories.” And, with that, he gets out of your car and begins hiking up towards what used to be the mountain on the edge of town. The mountain you had heard stories about as a child about how it had once been home to superheroes.

That’s who that man was. A hero. A hero who had been absent for a long time. But, in just one more month, he will be back out there, having adventures, defeating bad guys, and inspiring more people just like you like he once did all those years ago. You knew you were going to watch out for him, to see what he and this team of his did next. You weren’t sure what they would be doing, but, in just one more month, you would be able to see. And you couldn’t wait.

#young justice #young justice season 3 #young justice outsiders #dick grayson #robin #nightwing

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Time with Wolves -- Chapter 3

The next week when Jon opened the car door for Sansa, his help was actually necessary because her hands were busy carrying a giant tupperware container. “What’s that for?” he asked. “Umm...it’s for you.”

She fidgeted with the container, frozen in front of the empty car. Sansa could not look at him. She had spent several nights the past week fretting about what she could give Jon to thank him for driving her back and forth. She knew he wouldn’t take any money, and she couldn’t trade chores with him like she did with Robb and Arya. She didn’t know enough about Jon’s hobbies; besides playing hockey and going to visit the wolf-reservation, he always seemed busy with school and his part-time job working for the park rangers. Jon never asked for anything. But he did like to eat, even if he often shrugged off dinner invites. Sansa had seen him more often than not sheepishly fill his plate with second helpings or reach for a third or fourth cookie. His favorite seemed to be gingersnaps. She’d seen him wolf down over ten of those one night two Christmases ago.

She peeled off the container lid to show him the rows of cookies she’d neatly arranged. She had to bake over four batches of cookies yesterday so she could blame the baking on wanting to try out a new recipe and not arouse suspicion that she was baking for someone in particular. She had put only the most symmetrical, aesthetically pleasing cookies in the container for Jon. “They’re gingersnaps.” “For me?” She nodded. “I know school barely started, and it’s more of a winter cookie, but I just thought—I hope you don’t mind—“ “Gingersnaps are my favorite.” He gave her a soft smile. “You made these for me?” She nodded again. “Thank you, Sansa.” She smiled and handed him the container before getting into his car. Jon closed the door after her, and by the time he sat down behind the wheel, he was finishing the last bite of a gingersnap. “What do you think?” “Best cookie I’ve ever had.” She glowed. The cookies became part of their routine, along with the door-opening, Ghost belly rubs, and The Cure. Sansa looked forward to their time together more than anything; it was her favorite part of the week, second to baking a different batch of cookies, imagining what Jon would say about them. He’d enjoyed all of her creations, but gingersnaps were still his favorite. Ghost was growing more and more each week. He could no longer really be called a pup, but Sansa insisted on cooing over him still. After Jon would race Ghost and teach him simple commands, Sansa would comb out the knots of his hair with her fingers and sing to the mute wolf. Ghost made her miss Lady at the same time she felt that hole in her heart start to heal by his presence. One week, after Halloween, Sansa, to her dismay, found she had no cookies to give Jon. Rickon had been wild since going Trick-or-Treating without their parents for the first time. Arya and Bran did very little to supervise him. He ate his pillowcase full of candy within just three days and had been devouring anything with sugar to keep the high. He and his friends ate all the cookies Sansa made while she was out buying fabric and yarn at the craft store with her mom. Catelyn had gotten angry and told Rickon that this eating pattern had to stop before he lost all his teeth. She made him sit down that night and eat every vegetable she put on his plate. Sansa had been upset with him but could not tell him why without blowing her cover. Rickon, like everyone else in her family, thought she was just trying different recipes. So she could not get mad at him, especially when he wrapped his arms around her waist and told her the peanut butter ones were his favorite and the recipe was perfect. There had been time to make more cookies but no butter and no way to get more without making them all wonder what she was really up to in making new batches of cookies each week. So Sansa greeted Jon with nothing in hand, feeling terribly guilty and anxious. “What’s wrong?” Jon asked as soon as he got behind the wheel and noticed her empty hands fidgeting in her lap. Sansa explained as much as felt appropriate. She did not want Jon to realize that her baking for him was a secret. But she didn’t want him to think she was ungrateful, either. “I’m sorry,” she said to end her practiced speech. Jon sighed. “Sansa, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” “But—now I’ve got nothing to thank you—“ “You don’t need to thank me.” “But the ride—gas money—and—“ Jon pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park, and turned in his seat. “Sansa, stop apologizing. I love everything you bake—especially your gingersnaps. But you don’t have to give me anything. I’d still come pick you up each week.” “Why?” Sansa asked, voicing a question that had been on her mind for weeks. “Why what?” “Why do you give up your Friday nights to take me to the wolf reservation?” It seemed silly to say it aloud, but she had to know. She wasn’t the favorite of any of her siblings. Margaery seemed to be a friend whenever it was convenient for her. Mya and Myranda were best friends with each other before they were with her. Sansa was quiet and a little prudish. She liked romance novels, baking, and knitting. She wore dresses more than pants and spent hours brushing her hair. She was too tall and too pale. She liked to please adults and had never gotten in trouble. She had never had more than a few sips of alcohol and had never even been offered drugs. And she was still only fifteen. Why would Jon—who’d be eighteen just before Christmas—want to waste his Friday nights with her? Especially when Jon was so handsome. Jon brought a hand to rest on the seat behind her shoulder. “Sansa, I’m the one who asked you to come with me, remember? I like spending time with you.” “You do? But Arya always says if I saw a good time dancing naked in front of me I’d make it sit down and force it to drink tea until it calmed down.” Jon laughed and shook his head, his curls jostling from the movement. “That sounds like something Arya would say.” Then his voice turned soft as his gray eyes studied her. “She’s not right, though. I always have a good time when I’m with you, Sansa. You’re good with words and manners and people—much better than me. You bring out the best in everyone. You always find a way to show people you care...even in the little things.” Jon’s ears grew pink. “And Ghost would bite my hand off if I showed up without you now.” Sansa’s eyes had grown a bit wet, but she laughed at his last words. “Well, we can’t have that.” Jon’s fingers dipped as though they were going to reach out and touch her hair, but a moment later his hands were back on the steering wheel and they were on the road again. They were both quieter than usual when they first got to the wolf reservation. Sansa, because she kept repeating Jon’s words over and over in her head and trying to figure out what he meant by them. She could not stay lost in her own thoughts for long, though; Ghost was in a particularly playful mood. Mr. Mormont was working on getting Ghost to perform more complicated commands and was feeding him a small piece of moose meat each time he did something correct. Each time Jon and Mr. Mormont gave Ghost a piece of meat, he’d bring it over to Sansa to show it to her, as though it were a trophy. His preening made Sansa laugh, but she kept fussing over him so that he’d continue the cycle.

By the time they had to leave, Sansa’s face was warm from all the smiling and laughter. She turned to Jon as they made their way to the passenger door. “Ghost was so happy today.”

“He should be. He ate half a moose!” His stomach let out a loud rumble as he took his seat behind the wheel.

“Hungry?” she asked with a chuckle.

He looked sheepish. “I skipped lunch. Mr. Mikken needed help with some broken desks in his classroom.”

Sansa smiled. “You’re such a do-gooder, Jon Snow. What have we done to deserve you?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer—or rather, awkwardly shrug away her praise. “Pull into that drive-through on your next right!”

“Huh?” Jon asked but did as she said. “What is this place?”

“The Ice Shack!” Sansa exclaimed. “They have the best milkshakes! Turn into that lane!”

Jon pulled up to the speaker, which was shaped like a penguin, and went wide-eyed when a voice asked them what he wanted.

“Two double cheeseburgers, everything on them, one large fry, and two strawberry milkshakes,” Sansa answered promptly. “Oh! And extra ketchup packets!”

The voice on the speaker told them their total. As Jon coasted up to the next window, Sansa dug into her purse and pulled out her wallet. “I am paying, and I don’t want to hear anything about it. I know I don’t have to. I want to.” She reached over Jon and handed the cashier a twenty dollar bill. When she settled back in her chair, Jon was shaking his head.

“You Starks,” he murmured.

“What about us Starks?”

He did not have to answer because the cashier was back with their food. Jon handed the milkshakes and grease-laden bag to Sansa and then found a spot in the parking lot and turned off the car.

As soon as his hands were free, Sansa started shoving food in his direction. Jon groaned as he started shoving fries into his mouth. He ripped the burger out of its wrapper and took a giant bite. “God, that’s good.”

Sansa giggled. “Ketchup?”

“Thanks.” Jon took a long sip of his milkshake. “How’d you know I like strawberry?”

“Because strawberry is the best,” she replied with a smile. That was something her dad always said whenever he ordered milkshakes. And then he’d wink at her mom, a private joke Sansa had never fully understood.

Jon finished drinking and quickly wiped his mouth, his ears growing pink. “Sorry, I’m being a pig.”

She shook her head. “I don’t mind.” Impossibly, Sansa made eating a burger in a car seem dainty. She’d arranged the wrapper like a napkin on her lap and was holding her burger carefully with both hands.

“Yeah, but—”

“But what?”

Jon looked away. “Downing junk food in the car. It just seems…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, not like something you normally do.”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Jon, I basically forced you to pull over.”

“Well, it’s just that this isn’t very dignified—”

Sansa laughed. “You do realize I only watch movies about medieval princesses and I’m not actually one of them, right? Robb’s my older brother; I’ve eaten food in a car before.”

Jon chortled under his breath. “I know! It’s silly. Of course you have. It’s just, you’re so proper! Even now, you’re being so neat, and I’m a mess. I have mustard in my hair.”

Sansa leaned over and wiped the mustard out of his curls with her napkin. “You are a little bit of a mess, yes,” she said, giggling. “But no worse than Rickon most days.”

“Oh, so I’m comparable to a seven-year-old.”

“A very hungry one.” She’d not told Jon that Rickon at all his cookies, but she was quite glad he did. If Jon had eaten a few cookies earlier, they probably would not be sharing the last few fries in an abandoned parking lot.

She smiled and continued to eat her burger, grinning as she saw Jon try and fail to be neater. A piece of lettuce covered in ketchup fell into his hair.

She giggled.

“Oh, just toss me some more napkins, Princess Sansa!”

Grinning, she obliged.

#jonsa fanfiction #jonsa #jonsa fic #jon snow #Sansa Stark #jonxsansafanfiction #jon x sansa fanfiction #jonxsansaff #mollyraesly

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purgatory-jar · 6 years

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11 questions game

I was tagged by both @saawek and @elnawen (from now on dubbed “the french corner”) and I’ve got like, SOM ANY QUSTIONS GUYS STAPH

But like, the questions were actually pretty cool, so, guess I’m doing this:

here are the rules

1. Post the Rules

2. Answer the questions given to you

3. Make 11 questions of your own

4. Tag 11 people

questions and replies under the cut!

1) What is your favorite movie?

AH, it keeps changing tbh. Lately, I’d say I greatly enjoyed wonder woman :D

2) What are you doing tomorrow?

Working at my day job and then probably drawing. I promised myself i’d start the sketch for one of the drawings for my portfolio, let’s see how that goes XD

3) What is your favorite animal?

Giraffes and cats <3

4) What is your favorite genre of story?

Considering the fact that I haven’t read a proper printed book in forever… I’d say urban fantasy. But not post-apocalitic, if possible.

5) Pizza or Burger?

Give me all the burgers!!!

6) tea or coffee?

I enoy tea much more, but I am addicted to coffee xD

7) what is your least favorite season?

Summer in Italy is the WORSE

8) What is/was your scholar cursus?

EHEH I studied languages and economy in high school, went to literature and history university, didn’t finish it, and now I’m planning to apply to art school.

9) What would you do during the end of the world?

OH GOD I guess try to survive it?

10) Cats or dog?

I’m a cat person, but dogs are also awesome!

11) Do you play video games?

I used to, now I don’t really have time :(

1.You have to write a new fic RIGHT NOW, quick quick, what will it be about??? (for the sake of answering this question, you are a great author)

OH SHIT the one I always wanted to write has phoenix!cas and hunter dean, and it’s acutally funny ‘cause I’d love to add to the funny fics in the fandom (there aren’t enough in my opinion) OR OR OR I’ve always wanted to go AU after the events in 9x06 (Steve!Cas is my jam!!!!!).

2.You have to DRAW SOMETHING RIGHT NOW, what is it???

Jesus I’d write my whole portfolio so I don’t have to think about it anymore

3.What are the most perfect dish your country has to offer?

NUTELLA TAKE THAT FRANCE

4.Have you ever done a livestream ? If yes, do you regret what happens in the chat? If no livestream, why not ?

That’s why I was tagged in this, isn’t it. Yes, I livestream regularly. And no, I don’t regret the chat. Not even a lil bit. (Well maybe I regret the scaly dick. But only that).

5.Tell us something sexy or ridiculous (both is good too) in another language.

Ich sehe dein baguette freund, und es ist lange! (I don’t know, guys, wtf)

6.The moment of your life when you thought “how the fuck did i got here?”

Well, funny answer is, every time I look at the chat while I livestream. Depressing answer is, skyping with my future employer in Germany while in the car because I was too afraid of another earthquake hitting to do it at home. First answer that actually came to mind is: realizing I was lucky enough to get a date with the wonderful person I’m dating now. It was more of a “how the fuck was i lucky enough to get here” kinda thing, tho.

7.What are you most proud of?

Getting better on my own after a very rough period last year and getting my life back on track.

8.Do you know I like you ? You are a good person 9.Do you like stargazing?

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww the french corner likes me!!!!! <3 I love stargazing! I even saw a meteor once!

10.What fandoms do you like most?

Definitely supernatural. It feels like home to me :)

11.Will you draw or write what you answered for question 1 and 2?

OHHHH SHIT YES YOU KNOW WHAT YES as soon as i have the time!

1. Would you rather become a dog and be able to talk or stay human but only be able to bark?

Ooooh I’d rather become a dog! :)

2. Hot or cold drinks?

Definitely hot!

3. Do you like to dance?

NOPE

4. Favorite character trait (in general or of a fictional character, I’m not picky)

Mmmm well I really really like characters i can relate to, if that makes sense? SO… relatable characters?

5. Favorite headcanon?

I am 100% convinced Dean and Cas have been fucking all this time

6. You have been given the opportunity to buy one thing without caring about the cost, what is it?

Well Elna is taking care of the environment so that one’s out. Can I pull a tony stark, buy all the weapon companies, and turn them into clean energy research facilities?

7. What’s your favorite way to travel?

HELL NOT A PLANE. Train, probably :)

8. Favorite AU/theme for fics or fanart?

Canon babbbbies <3 and recently I am obsessing over that selkie!au

9. Can you do a cart-wheel?

I suffer from motion sickness, so I guess yeah, but not without throwing up

10. Ice cream or pizza?

PIZZA

11. Why is 42 the meaning of life

who not

1.Weirdest idiom of your language

EHEH I KNOW MY CHICKENS or “You’re busier than a undertaker at night”

2.Fuck (or cuddle) Marry and Kill with : Godstiel, Demon!Dean, Lucifer!Sam

Who wouldnt fuck demon!Dean. I’d marry Godstiel (uh oh) and Kill Lucifer!Sam

3.Same question but with : Castiel, Sam or Dean (i’m not THAT sadistic)

Let’s switch it up, I’d fuck Cas, marry Dean and kill Sam? Sorry Sam

4.What’s your zodiacal sign?

Gemini

5.Tell us an embarassing but funny moment you lived recently or years ago.

I *tried* to order food in 3 different languages. It was embarassing and @whelvenwings can confirm

6.Which fictional characters do you most fancy (or find very attractive)?

It’s a tie between Dean and Cas, but like, probably Cas

7.Destiel is now canon, do you mind?

Have you seen my blog

8.You got an unlimited access to money and power, what do you do? (see question 7 to have some ideas on what to buy)

Among like, trying to end wars and hunger and stuff, if I had to be like, really really petty, I’d buy supernatural and give it to trusted writers and meta-writers.

9.An urban legend or a myth around your area?

Apparently there’s a unicorn in the natural park around my region (swear to god)

10.Why do I have to ask you 11 questions? It’s fucking hard.

I KNOW RIGHT

11.Can you give me a cookie?

Why, you wanna store it between your buttcheeks?

1. If you had wings of your own, what would they look like ?

Ooooh badass. I want them black!!!

2. The moment of your life you felt the proudest ?

Haven’t I already replied to this

3. The thing everyone likes that you just… can’t…

ICE CREAM

4. Do you have a favorite plushie, if so present it to us

YES it’s a giraffe plushie and I’ve had it for like, 20 years. Second to that, I made a giant toothless plushie myself and it’s like, 2 meters long and I miss it a great deal

5. Pick a BATTLE WEAPON, what is it ?

A magic wand!

6. If you could cosplay one character ?

bEEN THERE DONE THAT. I cosplayed Merida, Dean, Cas and random HP characters at various comic-cons.

7. If you could dye your hair any color, no consequences, what would you choose ?

Dudes, my hair is *already* pink

8. Of all the fictional universes you know, which one would you want to live in ?

THE HARRY POTTER ONE, but like, a peaceful one

9. Do you take a lot of photos ?

Well sometimes? It’s mostly animals and pretty plants, so kinda lame

10. What is the word or expression you say faaar too much ?

Well, in my mother tongue I think it’s… “vabbè”. English probably like, it is I, because i really like it. And german it’s “ach quatsch”.

11. If you could dress in any era attire, what would you wear ?

ARMOR I WANT TO WEAR FUCKING ARMOR

NOW for my 11 questions:

Favourite flower/plant?

One thing you thought you’d regret, but turned out great instead?

Do you wear glasses?

What’s the last book/fanfic you read?

City or countryside?

What’s your opinion on cacti?????

Favourite sweet food?

Which planet would you like to visit, if you could?

Favourite supernatural character (except team free will)?

Best christmas present you’ve ever received?

If you could turn into any animal, which would it be?

I’m not gonna tag anyone cause most people I know have already been tagged, but feel free to do this if you want!

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casandpuppies · 7 years

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October Destiel AU Challenge: Day 13 - Would You Like to Buy Some Honey?

31 Days of Destiel Drabbles: Day 21 Day 13 - Farmer’s Market

Of all the places that Dean wants to be on a Saturday morning, this place is just about last on the list. For starters, it’s nine o’ clock and he doesn’t have to work today, so he could still be sleeping right now. Hell, if he’s going to be awake anyway, he’d almost rather be at work. At least he enjoys working on cars.

This…this is a different story entirely. He eyes the scene in front of him with suspicion. There’s vendors everywhere and far more people than Dean thinks is reasonable for what’s basically a glorified grocery store. A group of people picks that moment to pass by them, nearly running him over in the process. Looks to be the rich, hipster type. Same as probably literally everyone here, because who else would spend this much money on goddamn vegetables? He scowls at them and then turns the look on Sam. Sam, the whole reason he’s out of bed and here this early in the morning on a precious day off.

“There’s supermarkets for a reason, Sam.”

Sam just gives Dean one of his patented you uncultured swine how are we even related looks. “Yeah, but farmer’s markets are better, because all the stuff is fresh and local and handmade and you can’t get that at Walmart. It’s better for you, it tastes better, and it supports the local economy.”

In response, Dean rolls his eyes and makes an unconvinced grunt. “Okay, I get it, you’re a tree-hugging hippy, but the food at real stores tastes fine, hasn’t killed me yet, and it doesn’t cost half my paycheck.”

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Sam says in that passive-aggressive tone of his. Like Dean actually had a choice in the matter. Like he chose to come of his own free will. Like Dean’s constitution is any match for Sam’s puppy eyes and incessant pleading, even after all these years. Especially when he had to go and involve his ridiculous and disgusting crush on Eileen and then proceed to stroke Dean’s ego by complimenting his cooking skills. So of course Dean is going to help his little brother impress Eileen by helping him cook an epic dinner for their weekly get-together. And if that means Sam wants to cook with all this fancy, organic crap, then Dean will grin and bear it. Doesn’t mean he has to like it, though.

“I was promised pie,” Dean replies skeptically, because he sure as hell doesn’t see any pie so far. “Of course I had to come if there’s pie involved.”

Sam makes an annoyed huffing sound. “You’ll get your pie,” he says, beckoning Dean forward. “Now come on, you’re the one who insisted I shouldn’t be let near a kitchen, so help me pick stuff.”

Dean sighs, but follows after Sam, anyway. It’s going to be a long day.

Sam may be right to some extent when he talks about how Dean is the one with all the natural talent in the kitchen, but even he can only do so much when he’s never even heard of half of this shit, before. What even is arugula? It sounds like a Harry Potter spell.

Although, he has to admit that he’s seen some pretty nice stuff. Maybe not so superior in quality that he’d come all the way across town and pay twice as much, but still. He’s snatched up some nice lettuce and tomatoes because that stuff always goes good on burgers and he’s still hoping he might convince Sam to let him make his famous burgers for dinner.

But he still stands by his thought that a farmer’s market is a hipster’s wet dream. Not only are there countless stands with produce and nuts and other foods, but he’s seen several vendors selling those hippie bags and paintings and even some hats, to name a few of the crafts. He doesn’t keep up with what kids do these days, but he can imagine this is the kind of place the kids might “Instagram” about. It’s…kind of disgustingly cute, if he’s being honest.

Still no pie though. Maybe he’s supposed to buy apples or pecans or whatever and make his own pie, but he feels that’s definitely cheating the rules and he doesn’t intend to let Sam get away with that.

It’s been about half an hour since he got separated from Sam, and he never imagined this place would be big enough that finding a giant like his brother would be an issue. Somehow, he has a feeling Sam’s avoiding him on purpose, because Sam is a big nerd who’s probably having the time of his life here.

“Can I help you find something?” a deep voice calls out to him, making Dean realize he’s been standing in front of this tent without moving for longer than is probably socially acceptable. Turning towards the voice, he sees a dark-haired man sitting under a yellow awning, and regarding him with a pleasant smile and curious, blue eyes. He’s actually young, and pretty damn good-looking, if Dean does say so himself, which kind of breaks his (admittedly unfair and untrue) stereotype of all these vendors being old farmers and lonely, rich housewives. At least he doesn’t look one of these new-age hippie types.

Dean clears his throat, embarrassed to be caught standing around like an idiot. “Nah, man, just looking for my brother. He dragged me here and sent me on a mission to help him find the perfect ingredients for a dinner he wants to make to impress his girlfriend. And he ran away from me, and now I kinda have no idea what I’m doing.” Why on earth he feels compelled to overshare is beyond him, but fortunately the guy just nods along like he’s interested, saving Dean some degree of awkwardness, and then he smiles.

“Well, if you’re at a loss for ingredients, I could suggest something,” he says, gesturing to the table in front of him, “but you might think it big-headed of me.”

Only now does Dean take the time to actually look and see what this guy’s selling. He doesn’t seem like the super artsy and crafty kind of guy, but he doesn’t necessarily seem like a farmer, either. Of course, in all fairness, there’s not a specific “type” these kinds of people have to fit into, so Dean can’t really judge by looks alone.

Turns out, there’s a whole army of jars, arranged in a few neat little lines along the table, from bigger sizes in the back to smaller sizes in the front. Each jar is filled with a thick amber liquid, which Dean recognizes after a moment.

“Honey?” He raises an eyebrow. The label reads ‘Castiel Novak Apiaries,’ and has a phone number and address written underneath, with a little cartoon bee drawn off to the side. “You made all this?”

The man—Castiel or Casteel or however the hell he pronounces it—chuckles. “Well, technically, I didn’t make it. The bees get the credit for that. I just harvested it. But yes, I’m Castiel, which is what I assume you were getting at.” He sticks his hand out across the table in kind of an awkward motion.

“Of course.” Dean snorts, but takes the offered hand and shakes it. “Dean. And as tempting as it is, I don’t think my brother would appreciate me coming back with nothing but honey. Can’t really do much with it, you know?”

Castiel tilts his head and gives Dean what can only be described as a challenging look. “On the contrary. I’m told my honey makes very good apple pies.”

He perks up at the mention of pie. “Now you’re just trying to bribe me, I swear.”

Castiel grins and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, before letting his eyes very obviously rove over Dean’s body. “You look like the kind of guy who appreciates pie.”

“So you are trying to bribe me.” If Dean didn’t know any better, he’d say that was a flirtatious remark. Not that he’s opposed to the idea, of course, but why would this guy even be interested?

Castiel shrugs innocently. “I am trying to sell a commodity, here. Is it working, or do I need to discuss other benefits of honey?” Okay, that was definitely an attempt at flirting.

Dean tries to resist the urge to roll his eyes. So maybe the guy isn’t a hippie or hipster or an old farmer, but he is kind of weird. Weird in an awkward, dorky way. Weird in an almost endearing way. He leans closer to the table and picks up one of the jars, turning it over in his hands. He decides to try his own form of Winchester charm and see how that does. “I don’t know, man, the mention of pie has almost got me sold, but how do I know you’re telling the truth? You don’t have any pie to prove it.”

There’s a beat of silence, then Castiel raises an eyebrow and the corner of his lips pull up into a little smile. He crosses his arms. “I suppose I’ll just have to make you one.”

Dean mirrors Castiel’s smile, and his eyes are probably lighting up at the prospect of a maybe-date and pie. “Oh, is that so? You’re quite the dedicated salesman.”

By the time Sam finally finds Dean, Dean’s gotten a number, a time and place, and another probably addition to their family dinners in the future. Sam spends the rest of the day bemoaning Dean’s ability to forget what he’s supposed to be doing in favor of picking up a hot guy or girl at any chance he gets. Dean know that Sam isn’t mad, though, because it turns out that Castiel—or Cas, as Dean finds out he prefers—is actually a damn good cook.

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