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matchalovertrait · 1 month

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Dulce is starting to feel overwhelmed! Is the pressure to win getting to her? Or is it something else...? We won't be finding out in the next segment.

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(1.) [Carlo] Tsk, tsk. They should have thought more outside the box. Also, Dulce really has to watch the time. Andrea, please check on the contestants.

(2.) [Andrea] How is everything, Chef Dulce?

[Dulce] Ehh, I'm not entirely happy with the flavor and spice, so I think I'll add some red chiles too.

(3.) I have to push through and make it to the dessert round. I think once I get there, the title of Diced Junior Champion is mine since I'm a baker's daughter.

(4.) [Alex] Hi, Andrea. Sorry, I can't really talk right now. Gotta focus.

[Andrea] Oh, okay-

(5.) [Alex] I hope she didn't find that rude. Like I said, I like Andrea. Carlo is kind of getting on my nerves, though. You're worried about time but also want us to stop and chitchat for a while? Let me work, man.

(6.) [Andrea] How's your progress, Rubiya?

[Rubiya] The jicama isn't really cooperating with me right now... but everything else is good!

(7.) [Rubiya] It'd be life-changing for me if I won. I could use that money for culinary school. There's always the regional spelling bees that I'll try in the future, but nothing is ever guaranteed in life. Take every chance you get.

(8.) [Alex] If I won, I would donate the money to the ALS Association. My grandpa in Henford-on-Bagley recently passed away from ALS complications. He was a nice man. He would take me around his farm, and he even gave some goats to my parents.

(9.) [Alex] That's why I know how to raise goats and cook the meat... hey! I guess Lewis and I aren't that much different. We know a thing or two about the farm life.

(10.) [Dulce] If I won, I would give most of the money to my mom for our bakery. There were some people who... took advantage of certain things, so the bakery suffered for a long time. Everything is okay now, but not exactly like how it used to be.

(11.) [Alex] Dang, I almost forgot about my jicama! I have to still spiralize it too.

(12.) [Mia] Wow, I've never seen such concentration from young chefs before. They are fully immersed.

[Sofia] Bring me back as a judge next season! I'll be recording a deluxe version of my album, but I'll make time.

(13.) [Dulce] Done dicing and chopping everything! I'll add everything to the pot and put back the extra things in the fridge.

(14.) [Rubiya] What a beautiful color.

(15.) [Dulce] Excu-

[Alex] Oh crud-

(16.) [Alex] Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?

[Dulce] Oh, um-

(17.) [Alex] Dulce? Are you okay?

[Dulce] Yeah, yeah, just a little embarrassed.

[Alex] Here, let me help you clean up.

(18.) [Andrea's Voiceover] Meanwhile, Rubiya is focused on her dish, as she should be!

[Rubiya] Hmmmm... is there anything else I can add?

(19.) [Alex] Are you sure you're okay?

[Dulce] Yeah, don't worry about it, but I have to go check on my soup! Hopefully it's about done, I left it simmering.

(20.) [Sofia] Good thing everyone is okay!

[Mia] Chefs, you guys have 5 minutes left on the clock! Please start plating soon.

#tjolc #tjolc gen 1 #alegria legacy #matchalovertrait #dulce alegria #alex marino #rubiya jabal #andrea mixon #carlo mancini #mia d'angelo ramirez #sofia bjergsen #sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 legacy #i meant for alex to ask if dulce's okay 2 times but it happened 3 times 💀 it's alright it fits the awkwardness going on between those two #rubiya is ultra focused fr

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htsparrowheart · 11 months

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"Mia kind of sucked actually" yeah geez she only grew up in a resentful death cult, got parentified at age 12, fled the only home she's ever known to avoid being pitted against that same sibling she had to raise, graduated law school alone, overcame trauma and depression to start a successful law firm alone in her mid-20's, and spent whatever free time she had researching emotionally painful cold cases and planning to take down a corrupt CEO. even if therapists existed in the trilogy (real therapy, not Athena's bs), when would Mia have had the time? she covered an incredible amount of ground just breaking free of Kurain and adapting to the world outside the village - again, without anyone she could entirely trust to catch her if she fell. but still, she changed and grew as a person in just the 3-year span we knew her. she got much better at managing her anxious and aggressive tendencies. she was more openly supportive toward Phoenix than any adult was to her. and she was literally TRYING to open up more to Phoenix and Maya on the night she died, by introducing those two halves of her life to each other despite the risks! if Mia Fey "sucked", then how high a standard should women be held to, hmm?

#sparrow rants #ace attorney #mia fey #hate this new trend of dumping on mia for not acting exactly like a therapist would recommend 100% of the time #just because mia is a wise mentor figure doesn't mean that everything she did was meant to be interpreted as correct #ace attorney is ABOUT people trying their best in messed up circumstances #'mia hid information in 2-2' she literally taught phoenix how to crack her psyche-locks???#you know? the things that stop people from sharing the painful secrets in their heart?#mia's relationship with morgan was probably more complex than 'I hate that bitch' despite fandom loving to hate that bitch #block me if this take is too spicy #I don't really interact with the fandom anyway

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fragileruns · 10 months

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hihi! happy release of speak now tv!! could i request remus lupin x reader, to sparks fly. just some good ol’ fluff, maybe they’re both pinning for eachother or something? would be terrific 😋💜

sparks fly | remus lupin.

hi, lovely! i hope this was what you wanted, if not please feel free to request any changes or let me know!! thank you so much for your request, i had so much fun writing this and i LOVE pining remus!

content warnings: gender neutral reader (i believe, pls send me any corrections), reader has hair, lovesick & pining remus/reader, kissing in the rain, not proofread)

speak now (taylor’s version) event!

Remus Lupin was a hard person to get to know. He wasn’t rude necessarily, he just wasn’t really out there. Not like the group he surrounded himself with, especially the two marauders known as James and Sirius. No, Remus was quiet and reserved. He didn’t like to let people get in too close, and it was why it had been difficult for you to even be able to consider yourself friends.

You had always liked him, always wanted to get to know him. Always gotten flustered anytime you were nearby him. At first, it was a typical hallway crush: you didn’t really talk to him, you just thought he was attractive and sweet. But, after you had started spending time together (kudos to Sirius, who had called you over to where they were sitting one morning for breakfast and forced you two to talk. Unbeknowst to you, Remus had been harboring a similar hallway crush and his friend was desperate to make him ask you out), that silly crush had developed into a much deeper pining.

You tend to forget about all of the red flags whenever you’re around him. You ignore how he disappears every month, how he has a tendency to fly off the handle on certain weeks and how anything can set him off at that time, how he never wants to talk about himself or his past. How, despite him knowing almost everything about you, you know hardly anything about him. It’s easy to forget all of that when he’s having a good day. When he apologizes if he was harsh, and when he gives you those soft eyes filled with regret. When he leans in to fix the tie of your school uniform or fix your hair. It’s so, so easy to forget.

But then, you go back to your dorm and you remember it all. Your mind tries to put the pieces in place, and you fail everytime, always chalking it up to him having a bad day and hoping tomorrow will be better.

Today had been one of those days where he was apologizing. Apologizing for snapping at you yesterday, for asking you to give him space in such a harsh way. You didn’t deserve that, he knew that. He wanted to kick himself for always putting so much on you, he wanted to make it up to you.

“Come on,” he had been tugging your hand, a soft smile on his face as he pulled you through the doors. He had yet to tell you where he was taking you, only that he had a surprise and you’d see soon enough. You had asked if it was your birthday or something, confused why he was so eager for whatever he had in store, and he simply said it was a grand gesture for his being such a jerk the other day.

“Remus, are we almost there? My feet hurt,” you complained, a whine in your voice and he only laughed, pulling you further. You both had to keep your voice low, walking around the outside schoolgrounds when you were supposed to be in your common rooms for curfew.

“Just a few more steps, promise,” he assured you, and you were slightly concerned over his giddiness. He was never this happy. You decided not to question it, though, only admiring his smile from where you were walking a bit behind him. Your chest felt warm at the idea of him being so happy over something he had done for you. It had you almost believing this pining feeling was mutual.

You shut up your complaining for a while, partly scared of ruining this nice moment. Luckily, Remus hadn’t been totally lying when he said just a few more steps, and it wasn’t long until he was pulling you to the quidditch field.

He turned around and grinned at you, and you only furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What was so special about the quidditch field? You had opened your mouth to question him, but he quickly stepped out of your view, putting on full display the picnic he had set up. It wasn’t a ton, mainly snacks and desserts since it was so late at night.

“I wanted to do it during the day but James refused to give up his practice time. So, night time picnic it is,” he explained, grabbing your hand again to pull you towards the setup. You were scarily silent, and he was worried he overstepped: worried this was what made you finally notice his feelings for you, and that he’d run you off. “Do you like it? Is it too much? I just - I felt really bad about being so harsh, and I wanted you to know I didn’t mean it. I was just having a rough week.”

“No, no - it’s not too much. It’s great. But, Remus,” you started, his side turning to face you now, and you begged yourself not to look into his puppy-like eyes because you knew you’d get distracted, “you don’t have to apologize. It’s okay to have a bad day. You’re allowed.”

“I have a lot of bad days. More than most people.”

“Maybe, but I don’t mind.”

“You should. I put you through too much,” he frowned, and somewhere within your conversation, you had both sat down, but he kept a hold of your hand. He was rubbing shapes into your palm, and you assumed it was more for him than it was for you.

“Seriously, Remus. It’s okay. I wouldn’t go through it if I thought it was too much. Or if I didn’t think you were worth it,” you assured him, your head tilting slightly as he finally looked up at you, something different in his eyes. Something you hadn’t noticed before.

“You’re so good. You’re too good,” he mumbled, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear or not so you pretended not to. “Please tell me you’re just pretending and you’re not actually that oblivious.”

“What?” A confused expression came over your face again at the sudden statement, pulling your hand from his as you sat up straighter. Had you missed something?

“Us. Me - my feelings for you. You seriously haven’t noticed?” He questioned, seemingly in disbelief at whatever it was you had failed to take note of. “I’ve been in love with you since I saw you. I - why else would I take you on a picnic at night? I don’t just treat everyone like this.”

Your eyes widened, your mouth parted and for a moment, he worried he said the wrong thing. “You’re in love with me?”

“Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” you responded, giddiness lacing your tone and you couldn’t help the grin that slowly overtook your features. It seemed as if he couldn’t help it, either. He leaned in closer, and you thought he might kiss you. He looked like he wanted to.

“I have to tell you something, first. Because it wouldn’t be fair to you, if I didn’t. And I know this might change how you see me,”

“Nothing would change how I see you,” you interrupted. He ignored it.

“But you deserve to know,” he finished, and he glanced up at the sky for a moment. Then, he closed his eyes and you had a thousand different scenarios running through your mind. None good, not after seeing how much it seemed to pain him to tell you.

“I’m a werewolf,” he finally said under his breath, and this time you know he didn’t want you to hear him, but he needed you to.

“Is that all?”

“Is that - uh, yeah, that’s all. You’re not surprised?” He looked confused, his eyebrows furrowed in a perfect way, and he didn’t understand why you so willingly accepted it.

“I mean, kinda. But, why would that change anything? It’s not your fault. It would never change how I see you.”

After that, he can’t hold himself back. He finally lets himself kiss you, nothing stopping him at this point, and you’re glad he does. His hands softly cup your cheek, and yours quickly find their way to his hair. He acts like he’s trying to kiss away all of the pain he had caused, though you weren’t sure there was any anymore. The kiss is soft and sweet, with months of prolonged pining poured into it.

And then, a teardrop. At first, neither of you notice it, too captured by each other’s presence. But then, it starts pouring down rain, and that’s harder to ignore. He reluctantly pulls away, and your eyes shut at the sudden wetness.

“I guess you didn’t think to check the weather?” You questioned, voice raised a bit so that he could hear you over the downpour. He shook his head and you thought you heard a ‘sorry’ come from his mouth. You couldn’t help but laugh at his disappointed expression, and his head nearly snapped with as quick as he tried to look at you.

The both of you quickly got up, having to run inside to try and escape getting too soaked, though you assumed it was too late for that. After you managed to get inside, he turned to you with a small smile.

“I’m sorry I ruined our date.”

“Was it a date?” You asked, and he glared at you, making you grin. “Okay, kidding. But you didn’t ruin it. It was fun. Do you not like rain?”

“Not when I’m trying to kiss my longtime crush,” he joked, but he was happy you didn’t seem to mind.

“You can still kiss them,” you responded, and he didn’t have to take a moment to consider it. You were glad to give in, despite the feeling of your clothes sticking to your skin, which only got worse when he pressed to you. You could feel the raindrops dripping from his hair, and his hand was wet where it held your hip, but you didn’t care. You could feel sparks fly, and you knew all the pining had made this worth it.

“Lupin. Y/L/N. Go back to your rooms. And please, dry off before you sneak back in next time,” A voice came out loud, and you both felt a towel thrown at you. You pulled away to see Mcgonagall shaking her head at both of you before walking away. You grabbed the towel from the floor and turned to Remus, who was only smiling back at you, a lovesick look in his eyes.

“Totally worth it.”

#speak now (mia’s version)#remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin (mia’s version)#i meant to queue this but i forgot #so enjoy this early

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hunter-sylvester · 1 year

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#I don't know how this works #am I meant to tag the ops?#I don't wanna bug them #idk tumblr rules #steddie #eddie munson #eddie munson is gay #steve harrington #stranger things #black sabbath paranoid #abba mamma mia #my post #huntermakesedits

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mrsmiagreer · 5 months

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I know it’s super standard and basic and default…but I CANT ESCAPE THE WAY I FEEL

DARLIN’ AND SWEETHEART ARE SUPER BESTIES LIKE

“Oouu you look so delicious today”

“Bitch you know you can’t see without your glasses😂😂”

“If they do it, i’ll do it”

(instead of ACTUALLY knocking) “KNOCK KNOCK”

“Bye Milo i’m going out with ___. ”

“I’m about to have some of this cake for breakfast…you want some?”

“What did you do this time? Ugh I’ll be there in 5”

“You’ll never believe what happened last night-”

“AHH WAIT DON’T LAY ON ME—”

“Is that my shirt??”

“Shouldn’t you be howling at the moon or something?”

“I hope you know you’re paying the hulu bill this month”

“It’s Sam…will he really care what color you wear?”

#sorry for the people who don’t like the B word #i use it super platonically and casually #no harm meant by it😅#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin’#redacted tank #mia makes a statement

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tickletastic · 6 months

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Fandom: DC/Young Justice

Ship: Birdflash <333

Summary: A glimpse into Wally and Dick's teenage years; the first time Wally realizes why, even as a billionaire, Bruce refuses to give his son candy. Day sixteen of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: sweets!

Wally has never really used his height against Dick. He’s always been taller, but he is also older, and speed was always more of his thing anyways. He was fine with Dick flipping through the air, cartwheeling down the halls of the Young Justice headquarters.

When Dick had suggested they go to Wayne Manor and steal some of the Halloween candy that Bruce had started stockpiling for the trick-or-treaters, Wally thought it was a great idea. Free candy and he gets to chill in a mansion? It was a done deal for him.

It was all fun and games when he thought he and Dick would just steal some candy and watch a movie, before he realized that Dick rarely, if ever, eats candy. It seems like the Dark Knight goes all out for Halloween, but rarely lets his own kid have any sweets. Wally can see why.

Dick is practically bouncing off the walls, running around in circles in the screening room, begging Wally to let him put his costume on so he can fight crime, saying he feels it’s time to “break bones and take names.”

Wally, despite really wanting to see what happens, tells Dick no, he is absolutely not leaving the room in the state he’s in. Dick pouts, and he does puppy dog eyes, and he begs, but Wally stands his ground. He finds it incredibly difficult, of course, he’s had a crush on his best friend for like three entire years, but his worry for Dick’s safety outweighs the cuteness of his puppy dog eyes.

Dick instead takes to jumping across the room’s chairs and couches, doing somersaults and cartwheels, doing triple backflips and handsprings. Wally, with his ability to practically watch seconds tick by in front of him, is having difficulty keeping up with how quick Dick is moving around the room.

“Walls, I am totally whelmed right now,” Dick says in the middle of a front flip off the couch, “like, absolutely, completely whelmed.”

Wally laughs, speeding over to stand next to Dick, “even if that were a word, I don’t think that's how you’d use it.”

“No, no,” Dick says, shaking his head while running towards another couch, “it totally would be. I made it up so I get to choose how it’s used.

“That’s totally not how language works, dude,” Wally says before finally deciding it might be time to reel Dick in. His flips and tricks are cool, but Wally is seriously worried that the sugar rush is going to cause him to trip over himself, which would be bad news for both of them.

Wally runs and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around Dick and bringing him over to one of the couches, all within the blink of an eye. Dick attempts to wrestle out of the blanket, but Wally continues to tangle him up in it. Eventually Dick manages to get completely covered, his body disappearing under the Superman themed throw blanket.

“Wally, let me out!” Dick laughs, muffled by the fabric.

“No can do, bird brain, not until you’ve got a little less pep in your step.”

Dick continues to struggle, arms flailing and poking out as he tries to reach for Wally to push him away. Wally, of course, has the benefit of sight, and decides to start grabbing Dick back. The two of them engage in this awkward, partially blind wrestling match for a minute or two before Wally grabs Dick and Dick recoils with a squawk, squirming under the blanket.

Wally does it again, and this time it produces a giggle, Dick’s hands coming up to produce a barrier, though he still can’t see Wally’s next move.

Wally makes a grab for Dick and manages to wrangle him into a hug, the human burrito now trapped in his arms, and he makes quick work of skittering his fingers wherever he can reach, getting a wheeze and high-pitched giggles from his best friend.

“Wahahally nohoho!” Dick squeals, unable to struggle due to both the blanket and Wally’s arms trapping him.

“Aww, does that tickle?” Wally asks when he starts rubbing his head into the crevice of Dick’s neck and shoulder, “Is someone’s neck ticklish? What about your ribs? Does this tickle?”

Dick shrieks, going limp against Wally and trying to figure out any possible way of escape. He hears when Wally decides to count his ribs, and he desperately tries to get out of the redhead’s grasp.

“Dickie, you gotta hold still,” Wally teases, “counting them from under the blanket is hard enough, if I lose count I’ll have to start over!”

Of course, Wally loses count about five times, each time starting a new round of tickling on Dick’s upper ribs, which gets him crying out through hysterics.

“Aww, where does it tickle?” Wally asks when he’s ‘forced’ to restart again, “Does it tickle here?”

He goes back in to get Dick’s top rib, and Dick shrieks, begging for Wally to stop, promising that he’ll finally calm down.

When Wally feels as though Dick has been positively tickled silly, he finally stops, releasing his grasp on Dick, allowing him to fully reveal himself from under the blanket.

Dick comes out with his hair a mess, curls falling in his eyes. His face is red and he has a huge smile plastered on his face, tears trickling from the corner of his eyes. He looks happy, and Wally thinks that he wants this to be the last thing he ever sees, Dick smiling at him, joy written across his face.

Dick pants, throwing a fake glare Wally’s way, “you’re-”

Dick is interrupted when Wally leans in for a kiss, soft and timid, and it takes him a second before he even realizes, before he’s kissing back.

When they pull away they’re both smiling, sharing identical, smitten looks. The fondness in Wally’s eyes, Dick realizes now, had always been there, he had just never taken notice.

“Dude, I’m-”

“You’re whelmed, aren’t you?” Dick asks with a little smirk on his face.

Wally just rolls his eyes, going in for another kiss.

#wally west #dick grayson #birdflash #dickwally #dc #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #miya&mia's tickletober #ticklish!dick #ler!wally #this was meant to be queued but tumblr hates me so i guess have this posted early!

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