#Sleep deprived!me thought this was hilarious okay

[buzzyb33]

Podcasts

Prompt: a collection of clips from a podcast with Y/n and James- literally just them being a cute couple

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, both Y/n and James are content creators, short,

(I have so many requests and stuff but this just came to mind after seeing Ethan and faiths new podcast so.. I’ll get to them soon I swear)

One occurrence was the newest podcast, the two have videos every Thursday and read stupid Twitter threads and Reddit posts.

“So, James.” I say as I adjust my position.

“Yeah? Go on.” He smiles and I clear my throat, exaggerated.

“Would you rather kiss me for 100,000 grand or kiss the prettiest girl in the world for a million?” I cross my legs as I put my phone down from reading.

“Well- what? I kiss you everyday. So I- can just do it.. but for money? So obviously you.” He says, adjusting his glasses.

“That’s the wrong fucking answer, James.” I shake my head.

“What? Why? We don’t need a million- I suppose it’d be nice.” He speaks and watches me carefully as my jaw ticks.

“No! I’m the prettiest girl in the world! You’re meant to say: ‘oh y/n, I could kiss you and get the million,’ because I’m meant to be the prettiest girl in the world!”

I scoff and slam my hand as he starts laughing.

“Yeah-! That’s- what I meant! Oh fuck off that was a trick question. Yeah, I’d kiss you and get the million.” He pleads his case with amusement.

“Who’s the prettiest girl in the world?” I ask.

“You!”

I shake my head. “Not what you said before..”

Another time was a bit random, but it sits a nice place in Y/ns heart.

“You know, Y/n is getting her room re done. She claims she isn’t a loser but the amount of five nights at Freddy’s and Pokémon stuff is organised on her shelf I thought I was going to have a seizure from all the colours.” James says, flexing his fingers.

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak but the frowning.

“I’m sorry- you’re a content creator and don’t know the five nights at Freddy’s lore? And I bet you could name like two fucking Pokémon.” I scoff, sipping my coffee.

He looks at me and laughs.

“You get so defensive! And I can name many Pokémon, you’re just borderline obsessed.”

He states and I scoff again.

“Sorry, James, how many fucking guitars do you own?” I retort and he rolls his eyes.

“I get payed for that, very different.” He replies and I scoff.

“Guys James is just mad he acts tureen years older than he is.” I snicker and he smiles.

“Okay, haha.”

Though, James’ favourite clip of the two is when they had Willne as a guest, him sat on the middle.

“So, how long do these normally go on for?” He asks as he shifts in his seat.

“About an hour.. maybe longer so..” James pulls his phone out, checking the time.

“Around an hour or something left.” He says and I nod, finding some threads to read out.

“What’s your home screen?” Will asks as James checks the time.

His face turns a little pink, only visible by the tips of his ears and nose.

“It’s me and Y/n in Australia.” He shows will and he can’t help but smile.

The photo consists of Y/n eating a cone of ice cream, one hand in James’ as they walk ahead of whoever took the photo, the sun is just setting and she has his rainbow scarf draped over her shoulders.

At that, i look up.

“What? The one Jago took?” I ask as I peer over and James nods.

“Awe..” I smile and he looks away.

“What’s yours then lass?” Will asks and i smile as I lock my phone to show him and the camera.

The photo is of my lips smooshed against James’ cheek and his hand in my forehead, attempting to push it away, I was sleep deprived when I did that and Jono found it hilarious at James’ trying-not-to-smile expression and snapped the photo.

Will fake gags and then chuckles.

The finally, the end of 2023 podcast was a fan favourite.

“What was your Spotify wrapped?” He asks, pulling his own phone out.

“I thought I’d ask on the podcast.” He adds with a smile.

I smile at his Tory accent and check.

“I haven’t looked yet..” I say as I tap through it.

“Hm. My number one song was heartbeat by childish Gambino, number two static by Steve lacy, number three was so long by you, number four was crying lighting and five was 505 by arctic monkeys.” I say with a soft smile.

“You have me?” He asks with a skeptical tone.

I scoff and shove my phone near him as he smirks.

“Alright alright.. artists?” He asks and I see.

“Arctic monkeys, you, Kanye west, childish gambino and TV girl.” I smile as I hand him my phone.

“I don’t think me and Kanye should ever be next to each other. In any list.” He says with a stupidly serious time and I let out a giggle.

“Shut up. What was your favourite edit of the year?” I ask and he shrugs.

“Edit? I don’t know..” he clearly thinks.

“Mine is the josh Hutcherson one.” I smile jd he rolls his eyes.

“Could at least lie and say it’s one of me.” He scoffs and I laugh.

“I did like the one where it was taking what’s not yours and it was a ship edit of us. That was sweet.” I smile and he nods.

“I saw that.. stop being al soft. Now I look like a prick.” I smile teasingly and he scoffs again.

A/n

Guys I’m so burnt out I know I have loads of requests but don’t let that stop you from keeping the coming cus I will be writing my favs first.

Also maybe I just wanted to yap about my interests and put them into the reader. Oh well.

Requests are open!

Masterlist!

#sidemen #sidemen x reader #sidemen x y/n #james marriott x you #james marrriott x reader #james marrriott smut #james marriott #eboys x reader #eboys #willne x reader #willne imagine #will lenney #willne

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

I was just crocheting a scarf for my stuffed koala bear (who's name is indeed Erik) and was just thinking how adorable a drabble would be from you of someone doing the same for Erik, either book!Erik or musical!Erik, probably with plenty of him calling them maman and probably getting in the way like the clingy bug her is. If you could write something even small for that I'm sure it would be utterly adorable ^w^

Omg, that IS adorable! Thank you for this idea!!

Contains tumblr reference because reader is modern and also because I thought I was hilarious (read: I am sleep deprived).

The block of French Erik speaks to you translates to: “I want to cuddle with you! Erik needs cuddles! Please, mommy!”

Erik had been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes as you crocheted the black yarn into previous stitches. The scarf you were making for Erik was coming along nicely, though you couldn’t help but lament the fact that you weren’t able to keep it as a surprise for him, seeing as he followed you around like a puppy all hours of the day and then some, far after you had fallen asleep. But looking on the bright side, your babydoll probably didn’t even realize that the scarf was for him, if he knew it was a scarf in the first place. Your current situation was more than a little awkward if you were honest, the gangly man hadn’t even bothered to sit down, instead hovering to your right as close as he could get before the arm of the settee cut into his legs. Pausing at the end of your round, you gazed up at Erik, who in response turned red and began to fidget with his fingers, shifting his slight weight from one foot to the other.

“Are you okay, sugar? Do you need something?”

“M-maman, I…I want…I want…” Flushing further, Erik turned his gaze from his long fingers and stole a shy glance at your eyes before quickly averting them once more.

“What is it, babydoll? You can tell me.”

A small whimper left Erik’s throat as he tried to formulate his words, locked in a battle between his insecurities and his overwhelming desire for your love. Eventually, however, his need for you won out as a small plea made itself known to your ears.

“Mommy, maman…I-I…je veux faire des câlins avec vous! Erik a besoin de câlins! S’il vous plaît, maman!”

“As much as I would love to cuddle with you, babydoll, I kind of have my hands-”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before the tears began to fall from Erik’s eyes down to his misshapen cheeks. Collapsing to his knees at the settees side, Erik grasped your arm through his sobbing and pulled it over the edge and to his torso, clutching it like a makeshift teddy bear.

“-full. …oh, Erik.” With a small sigh, you moved to untangle your arm from Erik’s hold.

At the feeling of you shifting away from him, Erik was sent into a frenzied panic.

“No, No, No, No! Don’t leave your Erik! Please! Stay! Stay with poor, unhappy, Erik! Erik wants maman, his angel, his (Y/N), to stay!”

By the time you had managed to get your arm free, Erik had begun hyperventilating and as soon as you left his grasp, Erik’s hands went to cover his face whilst he cried, further blocking his air intake. Hurriedly pushing your crochet items to the side, you ran to the side of the settee and knelt down to Erik’s level, moving his hands from his face and wrapping him tightly in your arms. The pressure of you pulling him towards you seemed to do the trick, as Erik slowly started to calm down, regardless of how the tears still fell from his eyes.

“Oh, lovely…shh, shh, shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, sugar, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Please, maman, Erik needs cuddles! Erik needs his (Y/N)!” Erik whimpered, still sobbing.

“Oh babydoll, I know, I know, I know. But Erik, the project I’m working on right now is for someone very important! So I need some time to finish it, but I’m almost done! In fact, it should only take me about another half hour since I’d worked on it some days prior!”

“But maman, Erik needs câlins! Please! If he doesn’t get them, Erik will surely perish!”

“Being a little dramatic are we, babydoll?” You chuckled gently.

Shaking his head no, Erik gripped you tighter, trying to signify that, yes, if you didn’t give him all your love and attention soon he thought he would actually die.

“Tell you what, babydoll, you can sit yourself right with me while I work, and as soon as I’m done, we can cuddle all your darling little heart desires. And-” You cut your self off to give Erik a quick kiss, smiling at how Erik tried to deepen it before you pulled away, a miserable whine leaving him at the loss of contact, and wipe away his tears. “-if you’re good for me, I’ll give you any kind of reward you want later.”

“Do you promise, maman? Do you swear to give your Erik your love?”

“I do, babydoll. Now let’s move back to the settee and you can sit with me, I’m sure it’s much more comfortable than the floor.”

“Merci, maman!”

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“Erik, when I said you could sit with me, this is not at all what I meant and you know it. Do we have to sit like this?”

The only response you were given was Erik’s arms tightening around you and the nodding of his head against your skin. Currently he was perched in your lap with his arms around your neck as your hands rested around his waist, holding your almost finished scarf, hook, and yarn while you struggled to see over top of the man’s boney shoulder to continue your work. ‘So be it.’ You thought to yourself doing your best to count stitches and keep the yarn from tangling in your grip. As you continued on, Erik couldn’t help but steal a few kisses from your lips every five minutes to try and hold himself over until he could have your full attention, before tucking his disfigured face back into the crook of your neck until the yearning for your lips on his became overwhelming once more.

Finally, after a few minutes more, you were able to fasten off your row and cut the excess yarn.

“Alright, babydoll, I need you where I can see you!”

A whiny noise of displeasure left Erik as you tried to separate yourself from his hold, if anything Erik only gripped you tighter the more you tried to push him back.

“Erik, I promise, just this last thing and then I can hold you as long as you want, and you can hold me to.”

As Erik reluctantly drew himself away from you and sat up straight, you were reminded of just how tall the disfigured man before you was, silently laughing to yourself as Erik, so known for his genius and being a creature of the night to the few who knew him, looked at you and sulked at the loss of your touch. Gripping the freshly made black scarf, you delicately draped the material over Erik’s neck and wrapped it around his shoulders, not missing the look of wonder in his eyes as more tears welled in his sockets.

“Maman, is this really for Erik? For Erik to keep and treasure?”

“Yes babydoll, it’s for you. I even stitched the initials ‘O.G.’ into one end with some white-”

You were cut off by Erik’s happy wails, soon followed up by cold lips working feverishly against your own as though trying to consume your entire being.

“Merci, merci, merci, maman! Je t’aime! Je t’aime! Je t’aime!! Erik loves you, (Y/N)!!”

“I love you too, Erik. Now then, did you want to cuddle out here or in your room?” ‘Since I finally convinced you to get a proper bed with the promise of being able to hold each other more comfortably.’

“In my room, Erik wants to cuddle in his chambers!”

“Alright darling, we can if you wish. …I just realized you sound very much like a tumblr post back in my timeline with a cat named Miette.”

Shooting you a puzzled look, Erik halted in getting off of you.

“Pardon, Erik speaks like what?”

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Like I said babydoll, it’s something from my original timeline.”

“Mmm, Alright…”

As soon as he stood up, Erik wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, successfully reminding you just how freakishly strong Erik was for his frame, and carrying you towards his room.

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@sloppyzengarden

#erik destler x reader #yandere erik destler #erik destler #yandere phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera x reader #poto x reader #yandere poto

[cod-dump]

Chilling with my twin brother and now all I can think of is Gaz having a twin sister, or even Price, maybe Nik, but definitely Gaz.

Just whichever one it was still being super close with her. They've been best friends their whole lives despite being very different people. Being able to have silent conversations with each other, totally freaking the others out. Whoever it is getting a random moment of "I need to call my sister" or "hey, I haven't spoken to her in a little while, something tells me I should let her know I miss her and love her and that everything's okay" only for her to tell them that she was having a bad day and really needed it.

If it's Gaz to have a twin sister (which seems the most likely tbh), everyone is a little shocked when one day Gaz is pacing in Price's office in a panic (I see Gaz as being pretty empathetic). Price looks somewhat concerned, but also tired at this point, and Gaz is clearly struggling to get in contact with someone. He's practically in tears by the time his twin sister answers, all confused and sounding sick. He tearfully explains he had what they call a "twin-tuition" moment and thought something was very wrong. She has to assure him that she was indeed sick, but that she's fine and it's just pneumonia, she just went to the doctor and has medication, she's fine. He ends up just having a moment over the phone with her, partly because he was anxious, partly the sleep-deprivation, and another part being homesick (ie mostly missing his sister). That's how they all learn about his twin sister, and then they never hear the end of it from him.

He's always telling them about everything she's doing. How he's so incredibly proud of her; she followed her dreams and became a schoolteacher and is beloved by her students. She's still single, and Gaz is heartbroken for her. He truly sees all the good in his sister, how amazing she is, and he's borderline distraught she doesn't believe anyone could ever love her. He's her number one supporter in everything she does, and she supports him. She may randomly call him in a panic similar to Gaz's earlier one because she somehow knew he got injured during their last mission. She had such a severe panic attack when he was dangling out of the helicopter in that one scene despite having no clue what was happening. She had a feeling it had to do with Kyle, but didn't get a chance to call him until several days later. She tried several times to call him over the span of those days, and both were in tears by the time he was able to answer/call her back.

When they finally meet her, she's clearly his sister (they look like siblings, but no one would ever guess twins). She's a lot shorter, lot more reserved and much more soft spoken. She's not very sarcastic, mostly just an absolute sweetheart. But then, they spend more time together and they're all shocked by how 'mean' she can be to him. They'll bicker and insult each other like there's no tomorrow, but then immediately ask the other what they want for lunch or how is momma doing? Sometimes, Price will get verbal whiplash from listening to their conversations with how back and forth they can be, but there's never any malice, they each seem to know where the limit is without ever having said anything about it.

This is 100% a self-insert, but it's so personal to me, and I just wish to see one of these guys have a good, healthy relationship with a sister, and based on personal experience, having a twin is one of the best ways to have that. Price is like the only other one that I would die if I read something where he had a twin sister, and the idea of Nik having a twin sister is hilarious, but honestly? Gaz with a twin sister makes me want to cry, it's perfect.

Being home and spending time with my twin has made me really emotionally about this whole concept. He's not able to work right now due to health issues and so we're the only ones at home during the day. Him having health issues has made me really emotional (I'm the empath in this duo) so this idea is just brain-rotting me worse

Like I am so fucking close to writing a short story where Gaz has a twin sister because holy fuck I am close to tears

You should definitely write a story if you're up to it!! I really like this!

I had written awhile ago about Gaz having a sister because he just seems like the type to have a sister (I don't know how to explain it). Him being a protective brother, willing fight anyone for his sister, very protective when she's dating someone but he's not overbearing about it because he trusts her judgement. Can imagine Soap flirting with her in a joking manner and Gaz almost beats the shit out of him because he knows Soap, he knows this man is a heart breaker and there's no way in hell he's letting him around his sister.

Like, 141 really adores Gaz's sister after things settle and they get to know her. Soap flirts but it's playful and Gaz isn't trying to kill him for it because he knows Soap won't try anything. Gaz's sister actually really gets along with Ghost because she's a teacher and Ghost's reminds her of a troubled kid so she really gets him and they bond quickly. Like, she of course loves Gaz and spends 80% of her time with him while with 141, but she also spends time with Ghost and Gaz doesn't like to be the jealous type but he is jealous watching his sister bond with Ghost. But he also is happy to see Ghost open up to someone and he can see Ghost light up when she walks over to him.

#more brainrot for me #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #ask #thanks for the ask <3

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Prompt: “there is a rumour going around that the vocalist of a popular boy band is dating someone and everyone’s guessing who he could be dating, and everyone’s guess is anyone but me” au (taken from this list by @alan-apologist)

Word count: 608

Pairing: Tinn × Gun

Title: Not Your Boyfriend (Or, Am I?)

Note: This is an original work by me (@watchingblsnowandforever). Do NOT repost, or post to another website without my explicit permission.

No matter how hard and gruelling the day was, Tinn always found a little bit of joy in the break room. Every single day, without fail, all the doctors and nurses gossiped about the rumoured boyfriend of the lead vocalist of Chinzhilla. 

Chinzhilla was the #1 band in Thailand now. Tinn couldn't go anywhere without hearing their name. 

One time, he'd realized that he was out of toothpaste in the middle of the night and had to drag himself to the nearest 7/11. At the counter, the boy noticed his Chinzhilla hoodie he'd borrowed (read: stolen) from Gun and went on a breathless rant about how good Chinzhilla was and how handsome their members were. Tinn would have found it hilarious if he were not sleep deprived, but he could only just blink owlishly at the boy until he sheepishly apologized and finally gave him his toothpaste. 

A couple of weeks ago, in an interview, the other band members were teasing the lead vocalist about how whipped he was for his boyfriend, and Gun had confidently retorted that his boyfriend was more whipped for him, and except for a little snickering, none of the others had denied that.

While true, it'd taken Tinn back to their high school days, and he'd screamed into his pillow with cherry red cheeks, and then called Tiw to rant. Again. 

See, they had a deal. Every other weekend, Tinn treated Tiw to whatever he wanted, and Tiw patiently listened to all his (coherent and otherwise) rants. 

They both knew Tiw would do it no matter how much he complained, but it gave them an opportunity to catch up on each other's lives.

Anyways, since then, there had been an uproar among the Chinzhilla fans about who this mysterious boyfriend could be, and why they didn't know all about him already.

So his colleagues - grown, professional adults, he might add - liked to speculate who the lucky man could be. Their guesses became more ridiculous by the day. 

Today was no different. And as usual, he just listened to them and laughed internally as he ate his homemade lunch (packed by his beloved boyfriend).

“Do you think it’s that guy, Tiwson?”

“Oh yeah! Doesn’t he attend every one of their concerts?”

“I’ve heard that he even has a backstage pass!”

“Wait, wait, I think Gun and Tiwson went to the same high school!”

There was a collective gasp.

Tinn choked on his rice. 

Tiwson?! Tiwson of all people?! He had the urge to laugh hysterically even as his eyes watered. That was simultaneously the closest to the right person and the furthest thing from the truth.

“Are you okay, phi?” Abbie asked. He gave her a thumbs up.

Abbie was an intern under him. She was one of the best medical students he’d seen. Only thing was, she loved to gossip, and knew everything about everyone that was ever on the internet. And she had a huge crush on her fellow intern Tess.

________

That evening, when he told Tiwson about how he was apparently dating Gun, Tiw’s expression had him laughing for a solid ten minutes.

Gun, on the other hand, looked at him all angry and jealous and kissed him senseless and then some.

It was a pretty long night, and Tinn had to take the next day off.

Totally worth it.

Maybe, just maybe, he should encourage his colleagues’ “discussions” and tell Gun all about it when he came back home.

Gun chased him with (a replica of) the Chinzhilla plushie around their house after he heard that.

Life was pretty good, he thought, as he ran around the living room laughing.

#fanfic #koko writes #my school president #my school president the series #msp my love #just me and bl #tinngun #guntinn #prompts #guntaphon wongwitthaya #tinnaphob jirawatthanakul #gun guntaphon #tinn tinnaphob

[theguardiansseries]

From the Beginning - Chapter 4: Danny Is Brave Despite His Friends’ Best Efforts (He Also Discovers The Benefits Of Soup)

A/N: When you have your outline squished together so what should have been separated into two chapters is instead one big chapter, but that just makes it read better anyways. Enjoy the "Mystery Meat" episode!

Reminder that updates are (hopefully) every Wednesday and Saturday and that I survive off of comments and kudos!

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Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary:

Dani Fenton (who is sometimes starting to go by Danny Fenton) is a fifteen-year-old almost sophmore who was just going about her normal life when she figured out she sort of liked being seen as a boy. Oh, then he (he had definitely been a he at the time) got shocked by a machine his parents built to view into another world that they believed contained a world of ‘ecotplasmic entities.’

Danny really isn’t sure how to tell them that they were right and that he was in the machine when it turned on and that maybe he isn’t so human anymore. (He might also not be a girl anymore, but that one was a little more difficult to explain than the fact that he ((she?)) might be half-ghost.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54944266/chapters/139959616

Chapters: <<First>> <Prev || Next>

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Chapter Four: Danny Is Brave Despite His Friends’ Best Efforts (He Also Discovers The Benefits Of Soup)

It was more of an effort to not laugh than it should have been, but Danny figured he was allowed to laugh at his friends’ misery when he was suffering from the same thing. 

Sam didn’t seem to think so, glaring up at him and muttering a whisper-soft, “I know where you live.” The words were nearly drowned out over the frenzy that was the cafeteria room, but it still managed to make Danny give in and laugh fully.

“Yeah, you do, but could you even make it up the stairs to kill me? I’m pretty sure you’d collapse before even making it through the front door.” The sad part was, it didn’t seem like much of an exaggeration when all three of them were exhausted, sleep deprived, and trying to figure out how the hell they had been given so much homework when it was only Friday of their first week. “C’mon, guys, at least we have the weekend to look forward to!”

“Yeah, the weekend we’ll be using to do fifty pounds of homework,” Tucker muttered, everything about him dripping with bitterness. “Do you think the teachers hate us? Is that what this is? Or are they trying to weed out the weak?”

“Probably want us all to commit suicide so they don’t have to deal with us,” Sam grumbled, Danny fighting to not laugh again even as Tucker did. “School was not this exhausting last year.”

Danny shrugged, nibbling on a fry, “Dunno. Maybe they’re trying to figure out the smart ones from the dumb ones early.” A glance down at his tray showed that while he had eaten a lot of his lunch already, there was still a good amount left. He was still starving and hungry as hell a lot, but he at least wasn’t scarfing everything down that he could get his hands on like he had in the beginning of the week. “Which means me and Tuck are doomed.” 

“Hey,” Tucker frowned. “I’m smart!” Mm… was he, though? Danny figured the thought must have shown up on his face since Tucker looked even more offended. “Hey!”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, Tuck, you’re a genius when it comes to coding and hacking and tech and stuff, but… You kind of suck at everything else.”

There was a long silence, Danny waiting for a response before Tucker looked away and sullenly started sipping on his chocolate milk. It was way more hilarious than it should have been, especially when he saw Sam trying to fight back her own laughs. It was possible all the homework might have caused them to suffer from a little bit of hysteria.

“Okay, okay,” Sam said as soon as she was able, sitting back up. “Whose house is up first for homework duty-”

“Not it!” Danny and Tucker both shouted immediately, which, excellent. That meant a study session at Sam’s who was rich and, therefore, had the best study snacks. Sam didn’t even look surprised, anymore! 

“How generous of you boys, truly,” Sam drawled, Danny quickly taking a bite of whatever was closest to hide the stupid grin he could feel forming. It wasn’t his fault being counted as ‘one of the boys’ was starting to become a pretty good feeling. “Speaking of you boys, Danny! Did you finally learn to breathe between bites?”

“Ha ha,” Danny said with as dry a tone as he could muster, not keeping it up long before he was smiling at his friends’ looks. “I dunno, just… I’m still really hungry, but it doesn’t feel like I’m Godzilla waking up from a thousand year long nap, you know?”

Tucker snorted with laughter while Sam shook her head, smiling anyways, “At least there’s that. How’d your check up with the doctors go on Wednesday?”

“Yeah, how’d your escape from the second half of classes go,” Tucker pretended to frown, Danny rolling his eyes and flicking a fry at him. At least, Danny was pretty sure it was a fry. 

“It went fine.” Which was something Danny had already told the two, but, God, it would take someone a lot stronger than Danny to get them to stop worrying over him. “I’m still, you know, not the best, but they’re happy that I seem to be stable and don’t have anything that’s, like, really wrong, you know?”

Not to say he was perfectly alright. He was still dropping almost everything he picked up or tried to hold, but he wasn’t shaking or losing his balance as much anymore. His breathing still wasn’t the best, either, and his heart rate was still kind of trashed, but he at least didn’t struggle for air after walking from his house to the end of the block! 

“The only thing that sucked was that Jazz spent an hour grilling the doctors about the best way to follow the aftercare instructions,” Danny continued, trying not to think back to the pure embarrassment at Jazz’s motherly concern and craziness. “Not sure if she’s just that worried, or if she was trying to make some kind of point because Mom and Dad weren’t there.” Ah… and there were the shared looks.

Tucker was the first to speak, as the more ‘relaxed’ friend, so him speaking first made it seem less like an interrogation, “Your parents didn’t go to the appointment with you? Or were they waiting in the car or lobby or something?” 

Sam was next, pushing in deep and trying to drive the point home and get Danny riled up into confessing what they all already knew, “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course Danny’s parents would go with him to a doctor’s appointment when it comes to something like this.”

“You know,” Danny finally managed after a few seconds. “This was a lot more effective before I broke down your team interrogation techniques. Now it’s just sad.” Ah, the annoyed, upset looks of his best friends. Balance was restored. “They were at home working on the Portal- I mean, I told you guys what happened, right? The whole self-sustaining thing?”

As expected, Tucker was quick to leap onto the subject of self-sustaining energy, “Dude, I still can’t believe your parents might be about to crack into a source of self-sustaining energy that’s actually, you know, self-sustaining.” 

“Might,” Sam stressed. “If this really is running off of- Of ectoplasm or whatever it is, then we have no idea what that could do to someone if they’re exposed to it. I mean, we once thought radiation was safe, too.” 

“Damn,” Danny muttered, looking at Tucker. “I think she won that one because that’s… That’s a really good point.” 

“But she always wins!” Before Danny could think of a response at Tucker’s loud, dramatic whining, he felt his back bend and his nails dig into his palms at the sudden race of electricity that burned through him like he had shoved a fork into a socket and- “Danny? Hey, whoa, what’s wrong?” 

“I-” Danny cut himself off, shuddering as the feeling began to fade, instead turning into something like a low, pouding sense of worry at the back of his mind. “I just- It felt like I was just shocked, just now, but… not. You know?”

His friends both had looks that made it seem like no, they did not know, and Danny wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or grateful when the bell warning them of their next class screeched through the air. Shaking his head and standing up, Danny muttered a quick, “Nevermind. Probably just the normal static shock.” Except it hadn’t felt like it. 

It was more like an exposed wire had been pressed to his skin and then pulled away only to linger in the air just behind him, ready to zap him all over again the second he made the wrong move or choice. It was like an ever-evolving anxiety attack and he was half-tempted to ask Jazz if any of her psychology books had anything on something similar because jesus. 

Already keyed up even while the three were just dumping their trash from lunch, he wasn’t even surprised when some loud banging from the kitchen sent him jumping into the air and almost knocking both himself and Tucker to the ground. “Whoa, dude, you okay?” 

“I-” Danny cut himself off, grateful that he had already thrown his trash into the actual trash can rather than flinging it onto Tucker or some random kid behind them. “You guys heard that too, right? The…” Words running out, Danny gestured vaguely towards the kitchen. 

“Sounded like someone back there might have knocked a pot or something over,” Sam said, standing close by on Danny’s other side and hovering like she was about to catch him. It would have been sweet if Danny wasn’t ready to crawl out of his skin from anxiety. 

“I- I mean. I know the bell just rang, but would- Would you guys come with me to just check? Real quick?” Danny should not be this close to some kind of anxiety attack. He had a weird feeling and now he was just feeding into his terror or something like that. Jazz would have had the words for it, but Danny knew enough to know that he was just scaring himself and he needed to calm down. Still. What if it was something and not just a bad feeling? 

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. We can check it out real quick.” Sam headed for the kitchen doors with a sense of confidence and purpose that meant no one would stop her, Tucker still sort of holding him up as he followed after her and tugged Danny along. (She wasn’t really feeling much like ‘Danny’ anymore.)

“Well, that’s a fun thing to learn,” Dani muttered under her breath, not surprised when Tucker noticed and gave her a questioning look, because Tucker only ever seemed to be observant when she was freaking out. “Not really feeling much like a guy when I’m this… anxious?” 

“There’s probably some insanely long lecture on feminism that Sam has memorized to explain it if you want to ask,” Tucker teased, Dani feeling a little better. 

She then felt a million times worse when they all got to the kitchen door and pushed it open to see that the lights were flickering and dimming before shutting off entirely. Dani gulped and she felt Tucker go still, whispering a horrified, “We’re in a horror movie.” 

“We are not in a horror movie,” Sam snapped, which was a clear enough indicator that she was just as on edge as them. “The lights probably started acting up and caused one of the cooks to drop something.” 

“Are lunch ladies really cooks?” Tucker asked, injecting just enough stupid humor into the situation that Dani didn’t feel like she was going to faint in terror as they crept forward into the kitchen. The door swinging shut behind them made her feel like some dramatic death toll should be going off in the background. “Like, genuinely-” 

“Yes, they are,” Sam said firmly. “And also because one of the cooks here identifies as a man, and it’d be rude to refer to him as a ‘lunch lady.’” Huh. Dani wouldn’t have really thought about that even a couple months ago, but that was a good point. 

“Maybe he likes being referred to as a lunch lady. Maybe he finds it funny.” Ah, Tucker. He was doing his best, but Dani could hear the way his voice was shaking. Not that she was much better, gripping onto Tucker’s arm hard enough that it was probably going numb.

Before the ‘fight’ could continue, there was another clanging sound, like something heavy and metal hitting the floor. It had all three of them poorly stifling their screams as they jumped into each other hard enough to nearly send them to the ground. Dani wasn’t sure how they managed to catch their balance, but all three of them stayed standing.

Dani hadn’t even looked up from making sure her feet weren’t about to trip over each other again when she felt static rolling across her skin, nowhere near as strong as it had been earlier, but enough to make her snap her head up to see that there was some light in the kitchen. 

And it was coming from a ghost. 

Dani couldn’t tear her gaze away even as she wanted to look at her friends’ faces to see if they were seeing the same thing. Judging by the way Tucker was now gripping her arm tightly enough to bruise, she had to assume they were. 

“Oh dear, oh dear… No, no, this is all wrong.” The actual real life ghost in front of them was speaking and mumbling to herself like some fretful old lady who had forgotten something. It was definitely a ghost, though, because Dani could see through her to the wall of pots and pans behind her. She could also see the way she was floating seven inches off the ground. (Seven? Six? It was enough to be noticeable!)

“Oh, hello, dearies.” Ah. The ghost had seen them. The ghost was now talking to them. “Could you tell me who changed the menu?”

Dani opened her mouth to maybe pray to some god she wasn’t sure she actually believed in when Tucker beat her to it. “Do you mean all the salads and junk that Sam added?” 

That was enough to get Dani to turn her head to look at him, shocked that one of her best friends was that stupid. He was even pointing at Sam! Who looked just as incredulous! Yeah, okay, there was no accounting for what someone said when they were going through shock and extreme amounts of fear, but still! 

“Oh. You changed the menu?” The ghost who looked like a lunch lady straight out of the fifties with a pink uniform and hair net and gloves and everything was looking at Sam now and Dani was really hoping that this was some weird dream she would wake up from after falling asleep at lunch. Or maybe they were mass hallucinating. That was a thing, right? “You changed the menu.” Oh. That wasn’t a question that time.

Before Dani could say anything, she saw some of the pots behind the ghost beginning to float up into the air, wrapped in the same glowing light that came from the ghost — who was looking a lot angrier than she had a second- Holy fucking shit. 

Staring with wide eyes at the huge cast iron pot that had slammed into the wall hard enough to dent it after just barely missing Sam’s head, Dani was pretty sure her brain went offline for a couple of seconds in shock. She then decided she could go into shock when she was dead and shoved Tucker hard enough that she might as well have body-checked him before doing the same to Sam and screaming, “Run!” 

It was then Danny who turned back and kept himself between the ghost and his friends.

Let me be brave, Danny thought to himself fiercely, because Danny wasn’t the shy, meek little girl who avoided any sign of confrontation and tried her best to be quiet. Danny was someone who was learning to speak up for himself and was bad at it, but was trying. Danny was the one who was starting to let himself take up space and try to figure out just who he was. 

So it was Danny who grabbed the fallen pot off the ground as his friends ran and threw it up into the air at another one that had been flying towards them. Through some miracle of luck it actually managed to hit, the two making a loud clanging sound that hurt his ears and had him hurrying out the door after his friends.

He didn’t bother to waste his breath to tell his friends to keep running, only shoving them forward when he saw they had slowed down to make sure he was behind them. He made sure it was a decently powerful shove considering he heard more pots clanging into the walls and door of the kitchen, the cafeteria now empty with no witnesses which meant no one to see what the hell was going on. 

It wasn’t until they were a couple of hallways away, all empty since everyone who didn’t have a deadly sense of curiosity was in class, that Tucker was squeaking out a high-pitched, “What the hell?!” 

“Inside, inside, inside,” Sam chanted, jerking open a door into an empty classroom before pushing them all inside and then shutting and locking it. Danny watched as her legs gave out and she slid down to the floor, Tucker not doing much better as he propped himself up against a desk. “That- That was… Was that really-?”

“That was a ghost.” Tucker’s face was paler than Danny had ever seen and enough to spur him into grabbing a chair and dragging it over before pushing him into it. “That was actually- Ghosts can’t do shit like that- Ghosts aren’t real like that!” 

Still gasping for breath he didn’t have, and knowing his heart was going way too fast, Danny finally managed a weak, “That wasn’t a ghost.” As soon as his friends looked at him like he was insane, he shook his head. “No, listen, that- That was everything my parents have ever told me about. That was an ectoplasmic entity or whatever it is that they’ve been studying.” Which meant… “Holy shit, they were right.” 

“Dani, girl-”

“Boy again. Sorry.” 

“Danny, man, I love you, but what the hell does that have to do with what’s going on right now? And the fact that we’re about to die?” 

Making a note to beam over Tucker’s casual acceptance of how he was switching between genders like dresses before a party, Danny forced himself to focus and dug out his phone. “It means that we can call my parents and they can come down here and actually do something about it.” 

Pulling up his contacts quickly, Danny heard Sam muttering something before her voice pitched up in something between offense, rage, and hurt, “You ratted me out to a ghost?” 

“I panicked! I thought-! She looked like my grandma, I didn’t think she’d suddenly start throwing kitchenware at us!” Alright. That was a decent point, actually. 

Phone ringing, Danny blew out a breath when it connected and he heard his mom’s voice. “Danielle? Sweetie, what’s wrong? You’re supposed to be in class right now, aren’t you?” 

“Mom-” Voice breaking, Danny realized just how tense and terrified he still was, all his energy thrumming under his skin like static before lightning struck. (He really needed to stop focusing on the static and lightning analogies, if only so he could stop remembering how much he had screamed.) “Mom, I need you and Dad to come to the school, right now.” 

“Danielle, honey, we’re right in the middle of our work. Something odd is happening with the EMD and we need to figure it out before it can cause any problems. Are you having a bad day? I can call Jazz and she should be able to come and pick you up-”

“You were right!” Danny blurted out, loud enough that Sam and Tucker both jumped and rattled the door and chair they were each leaning against or on. “Everything you ever said about- About ghosts and ectoplasm and all of it, you were right, okay? Everything. You were right and we’re looking at the proof and you need to get down here right now!”

Silent. The other end was silent and Danny felt ready to scream as he pulled his phone away to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. There was nothing but a black screen, Danny clicking the power button to bring up the call. Nothing showed up. He clicked it again, a couple times, and it was like a dawning horror to realize his phone had just died. 

“Shit,” Danny muttered, trying a couple more times before giving up and shoving it into his pocket, other hand held out towards Tucker. “Phone. Mine died.” 

Tucker nodded and moved to get it, Danny snapping his hand back with a sharp gasp as that same feeling from lunch, that same burning jolt of static, shot through him with enough force to have him stumbling away and looking around the room as if something was about to jump out at him. 

He wasn’t wrong. 

The ghost from earlier was suddenly in the middle of the room, both his friends jumping to their feet with enough force to send them stumbling back. The look of fear in their eyes had Danny’s skyrocketing, but at the same time it made him feel angry. 

“You dare change the menu?! The menu has been the same for fifty years! Fifty years of tradition! Of getting it right! And you would dare change it?!” 

Let me be brave, Danny thought once again, watching as one of the desks glowed with that strange energy and light the same as the pots had. Danny saw where it was going to hit as it flung itself through the air on a trajectory right towards Sam. 

Before he could even think he was moving, hands outstretched and shoving Sam away and into Tucker, knowing he would catch Sam. He then braced himself to feel a whole lot of pain as the desk flew- Right by him? 

Okay. Well. He wasn’t about to question his luck there when the desk was in splinters against the wall and they now had a clear shot to the door, Danny shoving them forward with another command to, “Run! Outside!”

His friends didn’t question it and began running at once, Tucker panting out strained words as they rounded the corner. “Danny, that desk- It went through you!” 

“Yeah. I know. Really close miss,” Danny panted out himself, the burn in his lungs starting to remind him really clearly that his doctors had talked about him having problems with breathing at his last check-up. “Talk later.”

“No, man, it went through you!” Okay, they would have time to talk about Tucker’s fear hallucinations later, Danny decided. 

“Outside, outside,” Danny said, raising his voice so Sam could hear, who was already making the turn for the front doors. “We need to get out. Lead it to my parents!” If they could get to his house — or more accurately if they could get to ‘Fenton Works,’ his parents would probably have something in the lab that could deal with everything. 

“We- We can’t!” Tucker gasped like he was about to stop breathing, Danny slowing just enough to make sure he could keep Tucker ahead of him and catch him if he collapsed as they raced down the stairs and out onto the front lawn of the school. Unlike Danny’s possible likelihood, Tucker did have asthma. “We can’t skip school!” 

“Get your priorities straight!” Sam shouted back, enough breath in her lungs to yell at them. It was extremely unfair, in Danny’s opinion. What was more unfair was that the ghost or ectoplasmic entity or demon or whatever it was was right in front of them again, like all their running hadn’t even mattered. It also had grabbed Sam by the wrist and jerked her to a stop harshly enough that Sam let out a short scream. 

Danny didn’t even think. He didn’t stop, or scream, or gasp, or anything. He just kept running, fear and anger pounding through him at seeing Sam’s terrified face, before he slammed into the ghostly lunch lady that was looking at them with burning red eyes. He was honestly surprised when he made contact, and apparently so was the ghost since he saw her grip on Sam loosen enough that she was able to free herself. 

“Danny!” The warning came a second too late, Danny wincing as it was his arm grabbed that time. He heard Sam scream again, and Tucker too, but it was a little hard to be sure when all of his focus was on the searing pain in his arm as he was lifted off the ground higher, and higher, and higher-! Too fast, this was all going too fast, he couldn’t even think-

“Now, dearie, it’s quite rude to interfere,” the ghost chided him like he was a misbehaving child, Danny swinging almost twenty or thirty feet up from the ground and trying to hold back a scream. The pain in his arm was enough to make him think it was dislocated, all of his weight hanging by the grip around his wrist. “This should fix that, and you should be just fine, even. Just a few broken bones, is all, I think!” 

Danny looked up at the ghost who smiled at him like she was being genuine and just putting him in some sort of time-out before he realized he was falling through the air. 

For a brief second that had to have been controlled by hysteria Danny decided the feeling of falling through the air felt like when he had jumped from a swing as a kid or when coming down after bouncing too high on a trampoline. 

The next second had the panic overwhelm him, a voiceless thought that he didn’t want to feel that much pain again, but it was quickly drowned out by fear that Sam and Tucker were next. 

He didn’t give a shit if he got hurt along the way, but he was not going to let some insane research of his parents hurt his best friends. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. No matter what it took, he was going to protect them-!

A sudden jerk had him stopping in his descent, Danny braced for the pain. He instead felt a wave of shock at there being none. He then realized there was no pain because instead of hitting the ground, he was floating a few inches above it. 

In the seconds before he dropped the last few inches to the ground, Danny looked at Sam and Tucker to see they were stunned, completely still and silent. He also looked at the ghost who looked as scared as he felt. 

A part of him wanted to just sit there and just give into the urge to sob in terror, but then he realized what he was looking at. She was scared. That meant there was something that could stop her. 

Rolling over and shoving himself up onto his knees, Danny saw the ghost was still up in the air, still too surprised to move yet. Danny, now an expert at pushing his panic attacks away until later, furiously tried to think on what he could do. 

A whisper. 

A nudge to his back. 

A swirl of soft blues and purple that he couldn’t see but somehow knew was there, the faintest, Backpack. 

Following the nudge, Danny didn’t stop to think as he ran for Tucker and turned him around before he ripped his backpack open, ignoring Tucker’s sputtering and squirming. Instead he found just what he had been looking for. 

He had almost forgotten, but that time at the lab, on the day of the Accident, he had seen Tucker grab something from one of the tables. He had probably been wanting to play around with it and see what it did, but Danny remembered his dad talking about it. It was an old thermos he had converted into a container for ectoplasmic energy. 

He had no idea how it worked, absolutely no clue if it would do anything towards the ghost that had almost tried to kill him, but he didn’t let himself hesitate. 

Let me be brave, Danny thought as loudly as he could, ripping the cap off the thermos and fumbling to turn it around towards the ghost that was quickly getting over her shock. Let me protect them!

“Soup isn’t on the menu, child.” The ghost was smirking like she was someone who knew they couldn’t be hurt, but Danny forced himself to not believe it. She had been scared, after all. 

She had been scared and so, with every scrap of hope he had left inside of him, Danny held up the themors and pressed the bright green button on the side of it. 

There was a moment — a second — where nothing happened and Danny felt like his heart was about to throw up. Then he felt the metal in his hands heat up with enough force and speed that it took everything in him to not drop the container, eyes wide as a beam of bright white light or energy or something shot out and hit the ghost directly. 

Danny braced himself as he felt the container vibrate in his hands, the ghost screaming as it looked like she was almost being pulled into the thing. He expected her to rip away from it and escape until the last second when both the ghost and the energy coiled back in on itself, Danny capping the thermos without thought. 

“Sorry, lady,” Danny said, a laugh of what was definitely hysteria leaving him as he suddenly felt a million pounds heavier, not helped at all when he heard what might have been his parents starting to shout at him. Or maybe it was Sam and Tucker? “But it looks like lunch is over.” 

Letting out a breath, Danny tried to figure out just what to do with a container that had a ghost in it like straight out of an old sci-fi movie. He also tried to figure out how he was going to explain this to his parents and maybe even the teachers. 

He then realized the black at the edges of his vision hadn’t gone away — had only grown stronger — and that was probably a bad thing. 

After that, all he knew was that it was dark and quiet and he was tired. 

A nap would be fine, right?

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#danny phantom #ftb chapters #the guardians series #danny phantom rewrite #i'm out of backlog chapters so pray for me as I furiously try to balance this and commissions lmao

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QUESTION FOR THE INEFFABLE FANDOM (not Season 2 related)

Random thought just hit me at like 1:53 in the morning: you know how when somebody sneezes you typically say "bless you"? What would you say, to, for instance, Crowley? Cause you sure as hell (ha!) wouldn't bless him! He's a demon, for Someone's sake!

And, follow-up, cause I've seen a few different takes on it in fan comics, what happens if, say, a concerned angel were to accidentally bless him? (I remember seeing one where his hair goes on fire or some shit and it was hilarious) I'm also familiar with the ones that go "You can't bless me I'm a demon" "okay then fuck you" "*crowley gasp*"

I understand if this is weird af, I just... I don't even know anymore, I'm exhausted but I can't sleep cause my brain won't STFU

Tagging people who I know are in the fandom

@mx-anthony-janthony-crowley @aziraphales-library @aziraphales-flaming-cock @fuckyeahgoodomens @dubiousduckears @wilywitchwahoo and anybody else who might be able to make sense of whatever the fuck my sleep deprived mind just did

#the chaos duck has spoken #good omens #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #ineffable husbands #i would like an answer but no pressure #thought crossed my mind to tag The Neilman #thankfully I did Not Fucking Do That Cause That Would Be Weird #but yeah no this is strange anyways #*yeets this into the void* #not spoilers

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 32 - Five Finger Flop

After everything is confirmed, Ophelia calls Penny to tell her, and to check in on her friend. She's furious, more for Miko's sake than her own. The poor thing hardly needed something else to stress about.

Penny thanks Ophelia and the team for their hard work and says goodbye.

Ophelia can't remember the last time she was this angry. Tiff had no right to ruin Penny and Miko's wedding day just to spite them for not letting her sing.

Hector can't protect Tiff from Hilary this time, so maybe that knowledge clouds Ophelia's judgement.

Ophelia storms into the dressing room, targeting in on Tiff's perfumes. It's not like Tiff's ever seeing this room again. That can be her overtime payment.

Her usual perceptiveness is gone, and she reaches to take them without even bothering to notice the incoming footsteps.

Xander: Hey, do you want me to make- What are you doing?

Ophelia: Huh?

Xander: Were you… trying to steal Tiff's perfume?

Ophelia: What? No, of course not! Come on, only a kleptomaniac would do that!

Xander sees right through her attempt to walk around the truth.

Xander: That’s your third trait, isn’t it? Kleptomaniac?

Ophelia: I…

Xander: Have you been stealing other stuff from here too? This place is what keeps a roof over my sister and her kids!

Ophelia: No, I would never!

Xander: Kleptos can steal autonomously! They don’t even think about it, they just swipe with no regard!

Ophelia: I don’t need your judgement, Mister Good, Self-Assured Goofball. Not everyone is lucky enough to have all nice traits.

Ophelia: I didn’t grow up with parents that support me! I did the best I could, but I have this one little vice. I’d never steal from my friends, or anyone I cared about. If I could change it, I would!

Xander: You can change it. It just takes some work.

Ophelia: Well I was a little busy working to get where I am to worry about that. Stealing a soap pump from a community lot every now and then is a victimless crime!

Xander: The people who uploaded those builds on the gallery worked hard on them and every little detail counts!

Xander: Look, I know you’ve had a rough week, but you make good money now. It’s not like you need to steal to survive. Maybe this is a wake up call for you to reassess some parts of your life.

Ophelia: Ugh, you sound like Father Winter

Xander: …what?

Ophelia: Why do you even care if I swipe something from Tiff? You hate her too!

Xander: That doesn’t make it okay! Tiff may have crossed the line, but stealing from her isn’t going to fix anything.

Ophelia: Her not having her perfume would make me feel a lot better, though!

Xander: So someone pisses you off, you take their stuff? What if you played for a bridezilla, and you got caught trying to steal from her? Not only would Hilary have to fire you, that looks bad on her. I’m not going to stand here and let you jeopardize my sister’s career.

Xander has a point. What was she thinking?

Ophelia: Xander, I’m sorry! I’m sleep deprived and frustrated and- you’re right, I shouldn’t have even tried it. Please don’t tell Hilary. I would never do anything to hurt your family, I swear. Not after everything they've done for me.

Xander: I’m not going to tell anyone. You were already in a bad place, tonight made it worse, and you made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance. I know you're a good person. But you need to work on this. It’s not cool. I expected better from you, Ophelia.

Xander leaves, and Ophelia has never felt so humiliated. She doesn't think he's ever called her by her name. This feeling isn't worth all the highs she's gotten from swiping in the past.

Ophelia thought the day she got dumped was the worst day of her life, but no. Today is.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #tiff

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OFMD 2.05 - "The Curse of the Seafaring Life" Thoughts - Part 1

Apparently I really got away from myself, because even my thoughts on this episode can't fit into one text post. So this is the general ensemble thoughts! Ed and Stede thoughts will come in the next post!

Under the cut! Spoilers aplenty!

2.05 - The Curse of the Seafaring Life

This episode in particular just felt so nice in that it was pretty low stakes (curse and allergic reaction aside, bwahaha) and sweet; just such a balm after that long, long, long, angsty, angsty, angsty hiatus! I found myself going, “Omg, I am truly just watching a sweet pirate comedy” during this episode and it was wonderful to feel.

Ed looking incredibly beautiful in his punishment burlap sack and cat collar with bell (Pete’s idea), lolololol. What a show! No other show has ever quite showed like this one! I love how Ed felt a lot like “I’m folding stuff, and that’s okay!” Ed again here. I think it’s always such a relief to him to have an excuse not to be Blackbeard. Especially after recently being more Blackbeard than he had ever been.

I loved the scenes with Ed and Fang so much – I was kind of nervous because there was such a long break between Ed getting in the boat with him and their next scene, and it had me like, “Oh God, is poor dear Fang finally gonna snap and do something to Ed (who admittedly deserves it)?” But no! I felt like this scene had a lot of echoes of Ed in the gravy boat with Hornigold (loved how the fog gave it sort of an otherworldly feeling!), and I loved the idea of Fang being sort of the antithesis Hornigold figure – he never had authority over Ed, he was someone Ed hurt, and his earnest communication with Ed about how Ed hurt him without knowing it really helped Ed to start seeing reality and his past more clearly. The fact that Ed’s apology to the whole crew was so, like, This Is How You Perform An Apology Without Saying Sorry 🙏, whereas he very easily and honestly said sorry to Fang, was such a poignant contrast. And the fact that Fang had let go of his anger at Ed, and they could just coexist in peace, even to the point where Fang felt safe sleeping next to him, was so moving. Also, Fang making Ed aware of his discomfort of being alone with himself and his need to fill the silence!!!!! (Also, the post-credits scene was so freaking adorable, omg. Oh, Ed! Your mind! I love how that kind of felt like Flight of the Conchords-level silly sweetness.)

The whole curse plot was so much fun, and it was hilarious and grand to get to see a bit of bitchy obnoxious Stede again, bwahaha. He’s dying of outfit deprivation, okay! (And I’m dying to know if Ed cleared out the auxiliary wardrobe or not. God, living in suspense like this!) I also loved Jim here; the two of them are always so funny pitted opposite each other.

Stede and Izzy, so much fun! Izzy telling Stede that he has no idea how he’s still alive due to his total lack of skills had me very, “That’s just because you haven’t met ME yet, Izzy.” (I guess there’s a reason that Stede Bonnet is one of my kindred spirit fictional folks.) Also, Izzy giving him the little ‘okay’ sign on the other ship toward the end; THE highest praise!!!!!

I find it fascinating that Ed and Izzy are coexisting on the ship now in a state of relative peace but also just presumably ignoring each other and pretending none of that happened. So awkward!!!!!

PETE AND LUCIUS ARE ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!! :’) I loved their scenes in this one – in particular, Pete’s line about Lucius always talking about how he nearly died but never talking about how he lived was so profound and a sentiment that’s going to stick with me. And Pete discovering all Lucius’s Ed-faced drawings, lolol! And of course the Pete’s-face-on-the-wall / proposal scene was just wonderful! (I loved how they were all goofy after the kiss, I thought that moment was so cute and funny and real-feeling.) Wedding bellsssss!!!!

The Lucius and Ed stuff was absolutely hysterical, ahahahahahaha! Ed’s grimace face after Lucius is so into the idea of pushing him off the ship will burn bright in my heart forever. And Lucius being so victorious and then promptly realizing that actually, it didn’t really help at all! Also, Ed being such a good sport about it was just delight itself.

Loved getting to see Izzy and Lucius have more of their weird intense chemistry, and Izzy being the one entering those interactions more confidently and Lucius being unsettled by it was such a fun role reversal. And Izzy working on carving the shark for the whole episode and giving it to Lucius at the end, ahhh! I’m so glad Lucius loves it.

I think there’s definitely something unhealthy – uh, duh – in all the traumatized pirates being like “Just move on, things are better now, tell yourself whatever you need to to keep moving forward, that’s how we do it!”. (Roach’s line about that being his first apology, omg.) But also, it’s true that getting hung up on the past is not good for you! I’m so curious to see if this is really sort of enough and if everyone can move on from this point, or if things are going to stay murky. It’s such a tricky balance between letting go and moving on vs. shoving stuff down and living in denial. Because, like, in a way, I think Lucius is right and his lack of piracy background is what’s allowing him to see things more clearly! Anyway. We’ll see how this goes! I like that it feels complicated, and the acknowledgement that humans tend to do what allows them to move forward in the least pain, rather than always making therapy-endorsed healthy choices.

Frenchie!!! My dear fellow peanut allergy sufferer! I kept saying, “Oh God, how can they get him some adrenaline? He needs an 18th century epipen! What if they gave him a ton of coffee? What if they gave him a ton of upper drugs or something??” And it was then that I realized that, despite having anaphylactic allergies all my life, I really don’t know how you deal with that sort of thing without an epipen. STAY AWAY FROM PEANUTS, FRENCHIE. THOSE LEGUMES CAN KILL YOU! (Weirdly touched by this show dropping the knowledge that a peanut is, in fact, not a nut, but a legume. I feel so seen.)

Lololol, Stede being like “Frenchie and Roach, my men of science!” and them being like, “YEP” and then immediately talking about the baking fairies and Stede being like, “... that’s yeast,” to absolutely no acknowledgement. That just tickled me. This show is so absolutely rich with funny little interactions.

I want WAY MORE inside details about this situation, but I really like the vibes of Olu + Jim + Archie being glued at the hip. So cute. Need to know more immediately! Need a relationship update! (I definitely miss Olu and Jim’s dynamic being more center-stage, like it was in the first season. Ugh, the things we lose from having the episode order filed down!)

Archie??? Snake cult???????

Part Two: Ed & Stede Thoughts HERE!

#dollsome's deep thoughts #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd reaction post

[temporalbystander]

Okay so I'm back (not sure for how long) but I need an answer to this and it amazes me I can't find it on the internet already. Seriously, everyone in the Miracuclass has to be subsisting on caffeine during some days right? How has NOBODY made a list of what their coffee orders would be? How is that NOT a widely available story writing tool?

I'd make it myself but, wouldn't you know it? I have no idea when it comes to coffee. I've even tried googling what stereotypical orders would be and still get nothing that helps... So I'm putting it out here. Further explanation under the cut.

Why do I need the entire class's coffee order? Because it's important in my story. Why am I being so obsessive for a story nobody else but me will ever see? Because if I don't get this exactly right it will completely ruin the scene and drive me insane.

Here's the setup, OC Faybon is in this new world with villain Chat and a very late night Akuma has kept everyone awake. Determined to make an impression on everyone that he's not the same Faybon they remember he got coffee for the class. Cue everyone being shocked at the guy they've all barely spoken to, getting every single one of their coffee orders exactly right, Ms Bustier and Lila included.

Here's my thoughts just based on the (very very) little I know about coffee:

Rose would probably have something naturally sweet but without any additives (Im thinking something with honey maybe?) Due to the fact she's sweet enough already and has health problems.

Juleka? I keep wanting to say a caramel machiato but I have no idea what a machiato is. I only say caramel because it's still sweet but a bit richer. Going for that "darker" tone of hers.... Okay just googled the machiato and I feel like that may fit better for someone like Mylene but I'm leaving that up to you anyway.

Speaking of Mylene I'm imagining hers to be a similar order to Rose (somebody's getting a similar order to Rose because she (or anyone really) needs to bring up that she doesn't take sugar only for someone else to say they do. Hey Faybon's sleep deprived in this too, he got the orders right he's allowed to screw up handing them out.)

I'm thinking Chloe would probably be the one with a frappuccino. What comes before that is anyone's guess.

Sabrina? Either just a regular coffee or maybe a latte?

This is where I start hitting the wall. Miss Bustier's is decaf something since she's pregnant in this world too. Max, Alix or Kim would probably also have a decaf or maybe an iced something? Max because of the whole caffeine isn't good for your brain and Alix and Kim because they're athletes.

I have no idea what Alya or Nino would want. Same with Ivan. Nathaniel may want something sweet as well? And Zoe may also go for either a latte or something simple due to her time in new York. With a splash of honey because she's currently coming off a very bad cold and her throat is killing her.

Lila is given a whole allergenic soy based thing, because Faybon just KNOWS she would pull something, and yet will not say a word when the cup she's given is actually her preferred coffee. Though she will look at Faybon warily.

As for the two heroes? Marinette gets hers early so it doesn't really matter but yes, it is stacked with espresso shots. While Adrien gets something almost as caffeinated but with extra cream. Not necessarily because it's part of his order but because Faybon just finds the idea of it hilarious.

#miraculous ladybug #mun post #ooc #story ideas #writing help #coffee orders #miraculous coffee orders #help #my thoughts #crazy mun

[gotham--fc]

Sneak Peak Part Two

So your second sneak peak of the Hilary sequel is finally here! This is the scene @grapefruit-personified has been begging me to write since I announced a sequel

You can read Sailing Again here and the first sneak peak here

I’m also realizing I’m giving this to you without context but I think that’s a fun suspenseful reading experience for you, anyway without further ado:

Hilary frowns when her call goes to voicemail again. Every text since her ‘landed safe’ text from the airport has been left unanswered. She knows Y/N might be sleeping, or showering, or eating, or just doesn’t have her phone on her, but she still worries. And she’s alone in a hotel room with nothing to entertain herself with for another hour and a half while she waits for her next interview.

 The phone rings twice before it’s answered.

 “Hey Hil, how are things?” Jill says.

 “It’s alright, considering. You?”

 “Yeah, good. I won’t rub it in so I’ll not tell you how cool it is to show off the gold medal I just won,” Jill teases and Hilary rolls her eyes, “What’s up? Y/N told me you left for some press thing?”

 “Yeah, not my choice,” Hilary says, “I’ll be back in two weeks. That’s why I called you. Y/N hasn’t answered my calls and I know she’s probably just not on her phone, you know, with her concussion, but I wanted to ask if you’ve talked to her and if she’s doing okay.”

 “You think she’d answer my calls over yours?”

 “Well. Maybe,” Hilary rubs the back of her neck, “She said she wasn’t but I think she might still be upset with me. About the whole breakup thing. Not that I blame her, I was a real jerk. I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it.”

 “Said what?” Immediately Jill’s tone changes.

 “You know,” Hilary says, “During our fight… She didn’t tell you?”

 “Tell. Me. What?”

 Hilary gulps. She knows Y/N is like a sister to Jill and she honestly thought Y/N would have told Jill what happened. She didn’t think she’d have to tell Jill herself about how horrible she is. She’s known Jill for long enough to know that Jill will tear her a new one for hurting Y/N so bad and for everything that happened afterward. Hilary knows now why Jill never blamed her for Y/N concussion, she didn’t know what really happened.

 “Jill, you gotta understand,” Hilary starts, “I didn’t mean it. I was upset and stressed and sleep deprived and I know it doesn’t excuse it but Y/N forgave me and I’m doing everything to make it up to her. I promise I will never hurt her like that again.”

 “Hilary.” Jill says, “You are going to tell me right now what you are talking about or I will come hunt you down.”

 “I told her I wanted space for the Olympics and she got upset and I got upset and I… I told her… I said that… I couldn’t focus on the Olympics if… if I was too busy babysitting her.”

 Jill is silent and Hilary knows she screwed up.

 “I didn’t mean it!” Hilary says desperately, “I know I messed up and I’d take it back if I could! I swear I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her and I’d never–”

 “Hilary,” Jill says sharply, “I don’t think you understand how much that girl loves you.”

 “I do!”

 “No. You don’t understand. That girl would do anything for you, even forgive you for something unforgiveable,” Jill says, “Tell me, what did you do to make up for it before she forgave you? I’ll tell you. Nothing. You made that girl’s life hell for weeks and you think it’s okay just because she forgave you right away? You have a hell of a lot of work to do to prove that you’re really sorry and to earn her trust back. You think running off soon after is going to be fine? You think she won’t sit and think and realize you don’t deserve her forgiveness? I saw your interview Hilary. I saw what everyone’s saying. She’s a kid and you’re taking advantage of her. Do you want her to start believing that?”

 “Jill…” Hilary croaks, “I… I love her. You know I do. I never… I never wanted to hurt her. I never want to hurt her. I’m not… You don’t think I’m taking advantage of her, do you? That’s not… I’m not…”

 “No, I don’t. I know you, and while I think you’re an idiot and did something shitty, I know you’re not a bad person. I know you’re not taking advantage of her. But you need to make sure she believes that.”

 “I will, I will. Jill, I gotta go, I gotta go home.”

 “Hilary,” Jill says before Hilary can hang up, “If I hear that you hurt her one more time I swear on everything that’s holy I will make your life hell.”

#hilary knight #hilary knight imagine #hilary knight x reader

[katyspersonal]

I stay awake at night thinking about night how Ranni gave a small sliver of The Rune Of Death to Rykard in case he had to fight Maliketh, who is canonically one of the strongest creatures in Elden Ring

Like

did she give it to him because she thought there was a non zero chance of a chance of him winning if it came down to a "Fuck It We Ball" moment between a Scalie and a Wolf.

Or did she give it to him because he helped her with the logistics and planning of jumping their kind of half brother with the Twink Obliterating Squad known as the Black Knives?

Or was it because Rykard was her brother and she'd like to keep her cool older satanist, rock and roll, death metal brother that wasn't a crazy catholic horse boy (No hate to Radahn) alive?

God damn it Miyazaki! Tell us before I start thinking Rykard was the Carian version of Malenia and Miqullea!

This has been the first edition of Cosmic's sleep deprived Ramblings About Random Lore Question Fuckery.

But do not worry.

There WILL be more.

Eventually.

Okay first, your way to describe things is absolutely hilarious xd I could not stop losing it at your "terms" while reading this ask dsjhfdsh

Second,

I know I am infamous for answering 50x times larger than the ask itself even when there is nothing to talk about, but this time I am genuinely not all that sure what to think myself? As in, everything you said does make sense and I am not sure what to add here! It is all three.

Ranni and Rykard WERE plotting against the Golden Order together, which I could not quite say about Radahn, so I'd say the one SURE way to be safe against this pain in the ass Death dog would be.. to have some Death by yourself? You know, just like a vaccine! These two siblings were close in a unique way, so it is only natural for me that Ranni DID, in fact, consider the non-zero chance that he'd succeed and have to fight him before she would. The "let the COOLEST heretic win" x) Not to mention that Rykard would be more 'known' unlike her who disappeared for indefinite time.. So yeah, maybe he even had a bigger chance to fight the mfer first.

From their perspective, that's it, as they would not know Maliketh was too busy having his crunchy Death breakfasts in religious guilt!

Also, I do appreciate the sentiment of wanting to share with me specifically, thank you ;-; Let's just say it is something I needed today... But yeah, whereas I know everything (and more) about BB, with ER there are STILL things to surprise me or that I do not have many thoughts on yet, despite the game being one year old...

#no you are right this is interesting #ask replies #elden ring #i did not even know who Maliketh WAS until like...... few days ago? i am being serious #i am just trying to find everything on my own rather than wikias and videos and this is a huge pain #but ya'll don't know what it does to my ego when people come to me to talk about LORE #i just hate the dispersion between being BB genius and ER cretin but you (live) play and learn right? #(also sorry for still halting on your previous ask it is just genuinely THE hardest top 5 to make) #(i did not know what could be harder than demigods top 5 but you beat me xd)

[choctalksalot]

hello! i love the way you draw dirk. do you have any thoughts on vrisjade?

!!! holy shit! it's kris deltarune!!

thank you, he is simply such an awful little guy, i love drawing him sleep deprived and full of (my) autism <33

on to vrisjade... don't mind me dumping a whooole truckload of Words under the cut this is how i process things to make decisions

so. vrisjade. not a ship i particularly know nor look for, but neither was jakeradia yknow i can find joy in anything! and they're no exception, i think i would give silly doggirl and her Will Bite You spider gf a nice pat on the head. looking at both their Um It's Complicated dating histories and raising an eyebrow..oh man would they need time, So much of it, but yknow when it culminates into vriska bullying her gamer gf into Drinking your goddamn w8er!!!!!!!! mid-cod game, and jade tackling vriska to the floor simply for the sake of it, that's goals tbh. think i might like them vacillating pitch. maybe? that's something i'll have to explore in content to figure out thinking face

there's something about the fact that vriska holds herself to a standard of being the one who Has Her Shit Together (lol. lmao even) and how she makes it a point to push the people she cares about to do the same, or at the very least if they're soooooooo inc8pable, leave it to her. cross that with jade "i have to keep everything together i have to do the things right i have to be the hero, i cannot fall apart, i have to get this Done" harley, you get something fascinating.

they're both so cripplingly lonely, one physically one emotionally (saying this loosely, they cross into each other in this aspect), and struggle heavily with vulnerability. vriska desperately wants to be heard, but more than that doesn't want to be seen as weak. jade just wants everything to be okay. have to be seen in a certain way, guiding lights, ugly messes beneath the brilliant glow. the sun and the stars. i think they should bite and maybe kill a little

oh man will they need a lot of time to work this out though. i think it could easily topple into something unsatisfying and painful for them both, it's like almost midnight i can't quite grasp why yet. but i think, if they love each other despite it, they will be able to find a way to be okay.

also john can pull vriska aside and hiss you're dating my SISTER???????? and frankly that's fucking hilarious

#choc talks #homestuck #jadevris #ask game #great to see you here mate i've seen you running around my blog!! spotted first time months ago from a johnkat post #im glad you're having a good time :D #this ask game is like the first one where ife been like. Pushed to put my opinions out there #which im really grateful for actually i have So Many Thoughts that im too scared to say.. #thank you everyone who sent asks it's the only way i've been able to talk about my obsession shdjjsd #keep it coming honestly!! this is really fun!! #and please feel free to reblog and/or discuss this with me i love hearing other perspectives #+ am frequently wrong about things. tell me stuff!!

[wizardcurse]

i wanna hear your thoughts on chainsaw man, if you don't mind 👀

MY THOUGHTS, you say?

This is only about the anime as I haven’t read the manga or engaged much with csm at all besides that. and sorry that this is disjointed this is just my natural unfiltered sleep deprived word splatter

OKAY. so once I adapted to the graphic gore and constant sex jokes and channeled my inner edgy teenager and adjusted to how bizarre and alarming it was… I was surprised but I actually started to really enjoy it. because I feel the disjointed cynicism and humour and general awfulness of it fits this bleak awful universe it’s set in and makes it all the more believable

I really love the idea of an object or concept becoming a devil and having an appropriate level of threat and danger based on how people perceive it? and that it can change with major events and become worse over time and fluctuate. I think the concept is what got me hooked.

I really want to know more about the universe it’s set in. it’s fascinating to me. It was casually mentioned that the Soviet Union exists??? What year is this anime even set… Are nuclear weapons present in this universe? I feel that nuclear energy would be the most threatening devil but there’s been no mention of it. Or any epidemics? or natural disasters? instead the gun devil is the largest threat. also if the gun devil appeared in america why are bits of it all over japan? how did it get there? can devils cross oceans. do they do interplanar travel or something. do you get extremely culturally specific devils that are only found in specific countries. are there geographic influences. WHY is everyone suddenly so obsessed with denji when he just had a puppy chainsaw possess him

I loved the time loop episode and I really loved seeing the characters get fleshed out! I love the tiny bits of lovely mundane normality in the series too like aki just trying to live and do cooking and do the laundry which gets destroyed by denji and power turning up. poor fucking guy

Strange thought but now I’m wondering if people can be forcibly manipulated in order to deliberately increase the power of a devil? if you kidnapped 1,000 people and made them develop a severe phobia of spoons for example, would the spoon devil gain immense power. is that just how it works. can you merge devils persona style. what is the most contracts anyone has ever made, is there a world record?how do you stop ordinary people from making contracts?

If you can have devils as more abstract concepts could you end up with comic book villains or characters manifesting? memes? a situation where all popular media has to be very carefully controlled? how does consumerism and capitalism influence devils. I NEED THE LORE. have devils always existed or is this a recent phenomenon? if they’ve always existed then would older devils be stronger? ANCIENT SOCIETIES WITH DEVILS? dinosaur devil???

the christian imagery is interesting and I'm curious to see where it is going. especially that painting in the ending where makima is holding denji like mother mary holding jesus… interesting that all the graves are in western style too

if there’s an infinity devil is there gonna be a Death devil? contracts and devils they are so interesting to me. the devil hunters are SUCH assholes. the way denji and power are completely treated as tools and have no agency. the way aki is treated by pretty much everyone is ridiculous this guy can’t even eat his apples in hospital in peace. I would peel apples for him at his bedside. I LOVE aki. which is very typical of me I always fall for characters like him. I love characters doomed by the narrative and revenge driven. It’s terrifying and devastating but also morbidly hilarious seeing him battle with the depths of grief juxtaposed to the flippant attitude of everyone else who shrugs it off and can go back to laughing

I am also fascinated and in love with Makima. I have to know what her deal is. she can’t be human… I would listen to whatever she says and end up destroying the world for her <3 she is the girl manipulator of all time. THE BIT ON THE TRAIN AND THE HUMAN SACRIFICE SCENE… damn

Okay where was I going with this. So chainsaw man! it’s definitely not the usual kind of thing I’d watch, and I don’t think I’d have continued past the first two episodes if my friend hadn’t sat down and watched it with me. but I really am interested to see where it’s going? and kind of concerned now that I think about it. like if it is going to use any real world historical events, like wars? that’s probably my biggest fear, can't see that being done tactfully

BUT YEAH THE ANIMATION… was so good. MAPPA really is something else. and I love the openings and endings, I can’t believe every ending was different. insane anime. ultimately it’s a nightmare but I enjoyed it. might try to read the manga next so I can get some Answers

#watches an anime. me immediately: how would the archaeological record and biodiversity be influenced by this chaos #thank you so much mordecai for letting me ramble this was very cathartic! #answered

[auroraknux]

I saw a whole bunch of people getting super angry about the fact that Mario doesn't know what he's doing in this movie, which seems to include him not knowing how to jump yet. People are genuinely like, furious over this--and I guess I just can't understand that. Because personally, I'm glad that Mario sucks in the beginning.

The thing is, as much as I like Mario as a character, I'm really tired of how static he is. He never goes through any sort of development, always remaining the same in the end. And I mean, it's fine for the most part; in the games, you're kind of meant to project onto him. But it's still growing tiring for me. Hell, even Luigi gets to have some development at times, like him becoming less afraid of the ghosts as the Luigi's Mansion series progresses (to the point that he even adopts a ghost dog). But Mario's character doesn't get explored very much, to the point that a lot of people think he has no personality (not true btw), and that makes me sad.

And so, when I saw the new trailer, and saw him getting his ass handed to him constantly--well okay, I found it hilarious. But I was also thrilled. Mario is actually getting a character arc??? He's going to have to struggle a lot to get to this goal??? He's going to change in a meaningful way??? This is what I've been waiting for all this fucking time! And yes, there is a chance they might execute it badly. But personally, I'm very optimistic about this movie (for the most part). At the very least, it's a change of pace, and I welcome that. Mediocre voice aside, I'm excited to see a different take on this character.

Anyway, sorry if this post doesn't make a lot of sense. I have a very difficult time putting my thoughts into words and explaining what I mean. (And sorry for such a long rant in the first place; I'm sleep deprived and cranky.)

#long post #mario movie #the overwhelming negativity about this movie has me really anxious #this franchise is really important to me and i need this movie to do well #i'm scared of posting this because i just know someone's going to be a dick or overly negative about it

[x-authorship-x]

10. How do you decide what to write? (You mentioned a list in the a/n from your last update... Are they all shisui?)

Adfydvnehknuehok "are they all Shisui" I've been called out 🤣

Jokes aside, it's about what sparks interest inside you, at the risk of sounding unhelpfully poetic. For me, well-

I do generally come back to Shisui. This isn't just because I like him but because there is so much room to play around with. I have.... God, about 50 WIPs (if I'm including the possiblity of all 17 prompts, graciously submitted by my readers, turning into WIPs) and at least 35 will include Shisui in some shape or form. Why?

Because when a thought hits me - e.g, I came up with three new ideas last week, one of which centered around "How Is Kakashi Allowed To Keep The Eye?" - my muse, whether immediately or by slow development, somehow brings Shisui back into the fold. To run with the Kakashi's Sharingan idea, the whole thing began because I was thinking about the Uchiha stance on what makes a bloodline 'contained'. Like, are there no half-Uchiha, we know Izumi was 'half' with an Uchiha mother so why didn't she have a non-Uchiha last name? The Uchiha aren't matriarchal so it must be that the possibility of a Sharingan is the most important thing. That Kakashi can keep a Sharingan, since 'it was a gift' would mean fuck all to the Elders with the Hatake's shit reputation these days and only the testimony of a no-name kunoichi, might mean that a political compromise had to be kept. If you're not-Clan with the bloodline, you're a thief. If you're not a thief... you must be Clan. It made sense to sleep deprived-me. How does this little idea become a WIP with a plotline? Well, if Kakashi has to be adopted, who is gonna do it? The average Konohan Shinobi probs hates Sakumo still so that's most of the Clan gone, Mikoto can't do it because she's the Matriarch and she has two sons. Those who don't care about Sakumo would probably not want the eye-thief of Orphan Obito hanging around either. Kakashi would also kick off big time and only the fact that he needs to keep Obito's eye would keep him from running for the hills. Who the hell is strong enough to withstand the political scrutiny as well as Kakashi's personality etc? Who is nice enough and understands? Who would be hilarious as an adoptive 'guardian'? Kid Shisui *mic drop* 🤣

You've gotta weigh up several things

1) what do I like (vital, you should always be the most important customer for fanfic writing, spark joy and all that)

2) what can I write (this is logistical, I don't write science because I don't know much and I don't want to torture myself with endless research, I'm more of a culture/politics girly)

3) what do I want to read (this doesn't have to break new fandom ground, you can write the same trope etc a million times, but it's more about tying in with the first point, in that you have to WANT the WIP to exist)

Generally, I want Shisui 🤣 my readers also know me enough to know what they're getting into so I do remember that my "repeat readers" come to me for a specific thing and that influences my motivation (I'm human, okay)

Sometimes a WIP will always be a WIP, maybe just a single line of idea like "what if different Elemental Countries had different dialects and languages?" That will never grow into more. Sometimes you have what you think is a tiny thought and then it grows and grows and it's this huge novel of a piece. Sometimes it's a huge idea, detailed or maybe just a vibe, and it never goes further than some great daydreams.

Just do what feels good, enjoy the process as well as the fruits of your labour (posted or unposted, complete or unfinished, it's all worth doing if you're having fun) and best of luck to any fellow writers!

#torship talks #torship #ask game #anon #writing

[solesommerso]

Glitter | Victor Tan x Jim Street

read on ao3 here

genre: fluff,

warnings: swearing

a/n: credits to @blathannabeaga for this whole fic becoming a thing, literally obsessed with the idea of Street being covered in glitter per tan

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

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It's two in the goddamn morning, two in the morning and the team is just now getting off shift, all groggily making their way over to their respected vehicles.

But as soon as Street goes to put his helmet on he hears a choked off "Wait Street-!" that only stops because a pound of neon pink glitter rains over Streets head.

He laughs, even if he's too tired to feel anything about this situation, and he looks up to where Tans stands next to Luca with bright red cheeks and a wide open mouth. Oh it was totally Tan.

"I- I am so sorry, I did that before it got so late, I thought it'd be funny since you hid my keys all day the other week and I am just-." As Tan rambles frantically trying to explain himself, a realization hits Street.

He's so in love. With Tan. Which, is less than what he expected to happen when he joined the team not even six months ago, but here he stands, a goofy grin on his face as his eyes trace over Tans nervous hand motions and shaking head as he restarts his explanation. Every little moment that's happened in the past few months hit Street like a truck. Whether it's just his sleep deprived state or his glitter covered eyes, Tan looks like a fucking god, all tall and beautiful, hair perfectly tousled from the running around they all did today. He just looks so - perfect.

"Street? Street what are you-?" He wraps his arms around Tans waist and just starts to laugh, tucking his head into Tans neck, laughing like a fucking idiot, also covering Victor in bright glitter as he does.

"Oh my god you broke him, Tan fix him." Luca huffs beside them, only causing Street to shake out some more giggles that are far too feminine for him to want anyone but Tan to hear.

"I'm covered in glitter." Street pulls away to place his hands on Tans cheeks in a way that's worse than his giggling, it's intimate, bordering on loving the way he cradles Tans face.

"I'm sorry, it was supposed to be funny." Tan says like Streets hasn't been laughing this whole time.

Everything is hilarious to him. Every little moment that Tan and Street were overly close in the back of Black Betty, the movie nights Street would kick Luca out to just have Tan over, the deep conversations that lasted longer than they should have, shared food and drinks, even that one time they fell asleep on top of a blanket at the beach like some shitty coming of age movie— it's all funny.

So funny that Street can't help but laugh even more, taking to muzzling back into Tans neck, just holding his arms around Victors waist as if that could convey all the thoughts in his head.

"You're driving me home, I'm covered in glitter and can't wear my helmet." Streets able to get out with enough of his dignity to talk normally. Little specks of glitter still fall into his eyes, dusting off his hair and onto Tans shoulder to be huffed away every time Street exhales through his nose.

"I think you're also sleep deprived." That would be no shock, the team got called in yesterday at six am and aren't leaving til now, Street hasn't slept an ounce since then.

"You're so pretty. You got glitter on your face." Street rolls his head to the side. Gazing up at how pink shines under the street lamps across Tans cheek where it laid against Streets head for a moment.

"You have glitter everywhere." Victor replies with a warm smile that Street thinks he'd like to kiss away, he stops himself, just barely.

"But you're prettier." Street practically sings against Tan, eyes stuck on how the spots of pink form like an asterism on Victors skin, the yellow lighting illuminating down only making the glitter glint more, Tans skin literally sparkles in Streets eyes.

"Okay, sure Street, let's go home." Victor quickly hauls Street over to his car and prays to god his vacuum will be able to suck up all the glitter that'll be left on the passenger seat in the morning.

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Streets a babbling idiot the whole ride home for reasons that are unknown to Tan. He listens to how Street rambles mindlessly, mostly about how pretty and beautiful and stunning he thinks Tans face is, little add ins of glitter getting in his eyes or mouth, all of it makes Tans cheeks flush a pink color he hates.

He's blushing at Street, Jim Street, sure they're best friends and all but he'd never think of Street like that, never. No that'd mean that- holy shit.

The car halts to a stop and sends Street falling forward from the shock only to be caught by his seat belt. Victor mutters an apology, slowly inching the card farther, but his mind runs wild.

Street. Of all people he just had to fall for the glitter covered idiot in his passenger seat, who's now blinking hazily over to Tan like he took a hit from a bong, and not a fucking moron that Tans just deduced he's in love with.

The night leaves Victor with two problems, the pink glitter that coats his car (even if that's his own fault) and his feelings for Street that are definitely more than platonic. He can't decide which problem is worse off, but he can assess that all in the morning, when he’s not covered in glitter.

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