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#and this is me dying thank you for coming to my ted talk

dumb-little-baby · 1 year

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Next year is going to be my bitch! Bc fuck depression, fuck hating myself, fuck panic attacks, fuck my family, fuck everything, fuck choosing to be single bc I’m scared of falling in love 😂😭 and fuck the old me bc im leaving her behind fuck feeling sorry for myself! i need to bitch up lmao

#the old me is dying this month #im creating a whole new version of me next year #thank you for coming to my Ted talk lol

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emerywantsmorepockets · 2 months

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how can I tell you that I might love you? Maybe not love in a way you are imagining but I want to kiss your forehead and brush your hair and make you smile. I want to hug you and stare into your eyes and tell you your freckles look like the stars themselves splashed up against your smile-stained cheeks. I want to bake you pies, my own special recipe, while you sip tea and read the books we bought at the used bookstore in the next room. I want to give you cookies and dance alone in my treehouse and walk through the streets while the sun sinks below the mountains. I want to tell you my stupid stories and sapphire-tinged secrets while we hike through the woods after a picnic, and I want you to tell me yours. I want to take pictures of everything and show them to you because the world is beautiful and you are beautiful and I hope you know I might love you, and I was wondering if you might love me as well? No need to answer me.

#bad writing #love poem #Help me #Actually though #If anyone sees this #Please let me know what this is called #tumblr poetry #writing #ugh ugh ugh #Anyways that's all #thank u for coming to my ted talk #And seriously please help #I am dying #What kind of attraction is this #Answer me I beg of you

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hazbin-hotel-aesthetics-quotes · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Theory about Heaven:

So, maybe I've already said it the past but I truly think that the system on which souls get sent to heaven or hell isn't about being a good person or not.

Let me elaborate:

Adam was the first human. Not born in Heaven, not born as an Angel, then why he got to be in Heaven while being...Well...a dick?

My theory is that souls decides, kinda, where to go. When you die, your guilt condemn you and get sent to Hell. On the other hands, if you think you have been actually a good person during your mortal life, then you go to Heaven.

Lute saying to Charlie that the sinner had their chance and they earned damnation, and that angels don't make mistakes feels like a she truly belive it, that everything they do it's okay (like killing actual souls.) Adam saying "I've never made a mistake in my fucking life." feels like him actually thinking that being a pridefull prick and screwing around (Call me dick-master!>:) ) is okay.

Also, in Helluva Boss, the Cherubs try to make that wealthy evil old man to "behave" and made some good actions even in if he was greedy and overall just unpleasant and literally dying.

Could be just one action be the difference between Hell and Heaven? I think it is more about facing it's own guilt and thinking you deserve forgiveness.

And when in the and he actually reappear in Hell, he say that he has just been too evil to be somewhere else. He think he cannot be anything else if not evil, so, he get to Hell.

Overall why and when a sinner in Hell would actually try to be good, understand their guilt and try to be redeemed well you live your hellish life surrounded by sins and with the impeding extermination that give no hope for a future?

But the thing about the main cast, is that now they have the possibility to actually be good, accept their trauma and sins and forgive themselves, and maybe be redeemed.

Thank you all for coming at my TED talk.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #vivziepop #angel dust #alastor #husk #vaggie #sir pentious #charlie #adam #lute

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nerdy-hyperfixations · 2 months

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This is very self indulgent, but all of my art is self indulgent sooo.

I’m pretty sure if you were born in the 2000s you’re almost guaranteed to have some strange fascination or obsession with zombies. I do. I very much love zombies I wish I was more creative in drawing zombies. Anyway these actually supposed to be on the same page but there was dead space so I cut it up. The real thing below the cut.

I listed to Echoisweird for the first time in YEARS while I drew this (I always think of her when I see kool-aid) and it was STRANGE. I remember I loved her sketchbook tours when I was younger, she’s probably why I love scene-core art, which is funny because she brings up Jhonen Vasquez a lot as an inspiration for her so it’s kinda like I was inspired by him before I even knew he existed (I didn’t get to watch Invader Zim as a kid because my parents didn’t pay for cable, though I’d probably have loved it). Fun fact about me that’s relatively related, I LOVED the Zombie Island Poptropica level but I never finished it and now it doesn’t exist and it makes me sad.

I used this as a destressor because when I got home from rehearsal today I felt like I was dying. I’m definitely procrastinating on that essay I have to write but personally it makes me want to die thinking about it because it’s such a big weight on my mind especially since I’m sure I don’t actually have the time for it. (I’d have more time if I didn’t draw as much but personally I enjoy having a life) thank you for coming to my Ted talk, enjoy your day and stuff idk haha

#scott pilgrim #wallace wells #scollace #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott x wallace #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim fanart

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benedictscanvas · 10 months

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pick me up at seven - roy kent x reader

pairing: roy kent x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k (they won't all be this long i don't think!!)

warnings: language of course, and this is a little steamy but with no actual smut. my favourite genre HA

request: I can’t find any good Roy fics until your recent one and I’m dying for more 😭 Anyway you could write something else for him? Maybe they’re at a bar and he gets pissed when he sees Jamie flirting w her? (Not a pre established relationship) - @kashee-h

a/n: your wish is my demand!! i'm so happy you enjoyed the first roy fic of what i hope are many to come. this one totally got away from me, i loved writing it so so much, thanks for a request that I really got to make my own! <3

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Roy is the one who’s invited you here. Roy is the one who trekked over to your office at the end of the working day and told you that everyone was going out that evening. Roy is the one who suggested you come, even when you seemed reluctant to join in on what appeared to be an evening for just the players and the coaches. Roy is the one who convinced you that it would be fun, that he’d make sure of it.

All of this is making it very hard for Roy to accept that you are currently sat in a corner booth with someone else. The fact that the person you seemed to be having such an in depth conversation with was Jamie fucking Tartt was the icing on a very shit cake.

He knew he could be having a better night than just sitting on a barstool trying not to watch the two of you, especially when Ted and Beard arrived to get the next round and he didn’t even acknowledge them. They’d hired out a private room, so it was filled with people he generally tolerated the company, some he’d even go as far as to say that he liked. None of that was registering, however.

Jamie leans in when you can’t hear something he’s said and he watches you nod solemnly, duck your head to stare at the floor as if flustered, and he wants to walk right out that door and never come back. Maybe he could get a job at Chelsea, or something.

“Now, what’s wrong, Jeremy Strong?” Ted asks, and Roy has to bite back a ‘fuck off’ so hard he wonders if his lip is bleeding, “You look just about ready to start wreckin’ the place.”

Out of the corner of Roy’s eye, he sees Beard lean in to whisper in Ted’s ear and points over at you. Ted looks surprised. Roy does not want to deal with this.

“You’re telling’ me our very own Mr Kent has his eyes on our very own Miss Y/L/N? Well, that’s just great! She’s sweet as anythin’, good for you, Roy.”

“She’s sweet on Jamie fucking Tartt, more like,” he says, even though he knows he’s being so fucking unfair. He hates it about himself. He knows how hard he’s worked on these feelings, on frustration and anger and jealousy, knows that a few years ago he’d be getting ready to fight Jamie down an alley further through tonight. Now he’s done that work, however, he can recognise the overriding feeling that he’s actually just hurt and that’s so much worse. It’s much easier to be jealous than upset.

“Does this call for an impromptu meeting of the Diamond Dogs?” Ted asks brightly and Roy is only able to stop him after his second howl. Higgins has looked over briefly but Beard signals him to stay where he is.

“Fuck no,” Roy blurts out, then reconsiders. Maybe he could at least talk to Ted, “I just- I was going to tell her. Tonight.”

“Tell her what?” Ted’s doing that thing where he bats his eyelashes like he’s in some sort of rom-com. Beard’s got his head resting in his hand, looking similarly up at Roy. They’re insufferable.

“That I fucking like her, okay? Take those fucking looks off your faces.”

Ted and Beard scramble to look normal but come up short. Ted’s got the awful kind of shit-eating grin on his face that he gets when he sees Sam and Jamie hugging or watches Isaac doing his handshakes with everyone before a game.

“So, you’ve been spending time together? Or are you telling her out of the blue?” Beard pipes up.

Roy thinks that over. You’ve been spending a lot of time together actually. More than anyone at the club would probably even believe. He slips away to your office to eat lunch under the guise of needing a break from the American Circus downstairs. You text him when you’ve brought in ice cream because you know he’ll never say no to ice cream. You’ve met Phoebe. That one was by accident in the park, but you stuck around for four fucking hours and nobody made you.

Still, he wonders whether it would be completely shocking to you or whether you’ve been waiting for him to make a proper move. You’re incredibly difficult to read alongside being so stupidly pretty that sometimes he wants to swear less around you. He doesn’t manage it, of course, but he thinks it.

“Yes, we’ve spent time together. No, I don’t know what that means. Probably doesn’t mean shit to her, not that it would be her fault if she doesn't.”

Ted and Beard tilt their heads simultaneously at him and he wishes he could bash their heads together for a moment.

“But it means somethin’ to you, hey coach? I don’t think Miss Y/N sittin’ with Jamie should stop you from tellin' her how you feel about ‘er, hey coach?”

Roy’s lost track of which coach Ted is even talking to, but Beard chimes in.

“Surely her spending time with Jamie should be all the more incentive to tell her. Find out how she feels. Get that crushing disappointment out of the way now. It’s only downhill from here.”

Roy raises a brow at him as Ted gives him a look. Beard sighs, then picks up his drink and seems to disappear. Ted leans into Roy.

“Him and Jane are on a break again, I’m sorry. Look I’m goin’ to have to go find him but he was right, until he wasn’t. Go get ‘er, Ross Gellar!”

And with that, Ted’s gone too, weaving his way through crowds of people until he’s lost to them. When Roy glances back in your direction, Jamie’s got Colin and Isaac beside him instead and you’re nowhere to be found. He sighs and stands from his barstool, making his way to the exit. Maybe he’d think about what Ted and Beard had said tomorrow: for now, he just wanted to go home.

Except for the fact that when he finally managed to push his way outside to breathe in some fresh air, he found you. Leaning against the wall of the club, with definite tears in your eyes, even under the dim street lamp light. He was going to murder Jamie Tartt, slowly, with rope and paint and suffering involved.

But he knew to take a slightly softer approach with you. If at all possible.

“Hey,” he says quietly, trying not to startle you. You're quick to look up at him, startled anyway, and he grits his teeth as he asks, “Are you alright?”

He doesn’t make any comment about what the fuck Jamie had done to you. Doesn’t think it would be received all that well. Again, he’s biting the inside of his lip harder than ever.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, sorry,” you’re blinking furiously. He admires your resolve when the nearly teary face is quickly replaced by that bright smile that makes him weaker in the knees than he already is, “Fuck, sorry. I’m all good. I’m not sure this is my scene, I was just going to call a taxi.”

There’s an opening. He’ll be damned if he’s not taking it, even though confessing anything is the furthest idea from his mind - he’s much more focused on making sure you’re okay and nobody’s done anything to hurt you. If they have, he's already resigned to a short stint in jail if necessary.

“Do you want to walk?”

“Uh, I mean not really. It’s quite late, so…”

“With me, I mean,” he quickly clarified, wanting to bash his head against the brick wall, “I could walk you home, if you wanted. Or not. That’s fine too.”

“Oh, right,” you’re looking down at your feet as you contemplate it, “That would be nice, if you’re sure. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” he insists, falling into step beside you as you begin to walk. He wants to give you his jacket and maybe his shirt too with the way you’re shivering, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He’s a fucking coward, but he will get to the bottom of what’s the matter if its the last thing he does, “You gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”

You huff out a frustrated sigh, at him, at yourself, he isn’t sure.

“I made a fucking fool of myself tonight,” you say eventually, and he can’t even imagine you doing that, “I thought…god, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Everything just feels worse when its…1:30 in the morning, don’t you think?”

You’d lifted his hand to check his watch before you said the time. Again, he wanted to hold on, but he let you drop his hand and it just went limp.

“It fucking does, yeah. Don’t think you could make a fucking fool of yourself if you tried though. Not around us lot.”

Your family, he heard Ted’s voice in his head. He was not fucking saying that. To his surprise, you let out a loud bark of a laugh at his words and he was staring at the side of your face as you spoke out into the dark air.

“I thought you were coming to pick me up tonight, you know?” you began, and his heart drops to his shoes. You’re upset about him?

“What?”

“Something you said earlier, when you asked me to come. You asked where I lived, then told me it would be a twenty minute walk to get there. Then you said ‘see you at seven’.”

He could have stopped walking. He had said that, but he was just trying to help you plan out your timings for the evening - you’d mentioned to him once that you were known for having some time blindness when you were getting ready for things. Of course he should have realised how fucking stupid that was, how much that sounded like he would come and walk with you.

He would have fucking loved to walk with you.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, far too loudly for the quiet night that surrounded you. You carried on undeterred, shaking your head. He could see your frustration was at yourself now, and he hated himself even more than he had earlier.

“My fault for assuming, I know. But that’s why I was so late. And when I arrived, trying talk myself into not feeling like a twat, you were already over with Dani and Isaac and Bumbercatch, clearly never intending to come pick me up. Which, why would you, of course. I just…felt shit. Jamie tried to help, bless him, but I just wanted to go home, honestly.”

Roy is the biggest idiot on the planet. He wants to go back into the club and hug Jamie for looking after you, then ask him to punch him in the face. Roy could punch something, anything right now, but he just grits his teeth.

“I’m-” he grunts when his voice comes out all strangled, “I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N. I’m the fucking twat. I was asking where you lived and that to help you with that fucking time blindness thing you told me about. Should’ve known how it sounded though. Fucking idiot.”

He directed the last comment at himself, kicking a stone he’d found on the pavement. He kept his eyes firmly trained on his shoes as the two of you continued walking, now at a significantly slower pace. Your eyes were burning a hole in the side of his face.

There was a silence that stretched on as you stared at him, until-

“Fucking hell,” you groaned, “That’s so fucking sweet. You’re the worst.”

He doesn’t know if he can remember being called sweet before. Phoebe was often excessively complimentary of him in a way that made him uncomfortable, but sweet had never come up. He didn’t feel sweet.

“I am the worst,” he grunted, spiralling, “Making you feel so shit. Ruining your fucking night. I was the one who convinced you in the first place and now you’ve had a shit fucking time and I’m the worst.”

He’s a little out of breath and loud again by the end of his rant. The two of you have stopped walking. You kick the toe of your heel against his shoe, placating.

“No, you’re the worst ‘cause you keep giving me all this hope. I fucking hate hope, no matter what Ted says,” you chuckle to yourself, and he’s not sure what you’re saying but he’s peering into your now smiling expression as he tries to work it out, “Look, do you like me or not? You’re a good guy Roy and either way, I’m grateful that you’re walking me home. I just think if I ask, maybe I can just feel like a twat for the night and get it over with by tomorrow.”

“Do I…like you?”

He sounds thick. He feels thick. Feels like his mouth is full of honey that his tongue is having to wade through to even speak to you. It’s stuck to the bottom of his mouth, heavy.

“Yeah. As in, do you just enjoy eating lunch with me or do you ever look at me and just want to kiss me? Cause I do that all the fucking time, Roy, but I can’t be arsed to dance around it anymore.”

You look really tired as you stare up at him, but he feels more energised than ever. You’ve both just established that he’s the absolute worst, and yet here he is, with everything he could’ve wanted right in front of him. You, looking fucking gorgeous and looking at him like that? Even getting a job at Chelsea wouldn’t help him against you - he was gone.

There’s a smirk on his face that he can’t bite back as he takes your face in both his hands and revels in the gasp he can pull from you. He should have known you’d be the first to say something. You weren’t the coward he was.

“Let’s not fuck about then, yeah?”

Low and breathy. You respond with a nod so eager that he’s practically grinning when he pulls you in. It’s quickly replaced by a hunger he’s been keeping at bay, allowing his hands to slide into your hair as he deepens the kiss almost as soon as it’s started. He can feel your hands clutching at the lapels on his jacket, but he’s more excited when you throw your arms around his neck instead, tugging on the hair at the base of his head.

He growls and you actually whimper. It’s like he’s been set on fucking fire. Like he’s been struck by lightning.

When he pulls away for air, you stay close, peppering kisses along the scruff of his jaw, up the side of his face and back down again. He holds you to him tightly around your waist and feels wanted. He’s wanted you for so long, but to be wanted in return, so openly, it’s both hot and meaningful. He’s not sure anyone’s ever told him they liked him before. Most models he’d dated were pretty sold on the idea that he had to make all the moves.

Still, when you begin trailing kisses down his neck and there’s a hand on the top button of his shirt, he has enough sense about him to stop you. Even if he really doesn’t want to.

“I don’t know what street this is,” he breathes out, low voice little more than a rumble, “But maybe we don't give your neighbours a fucking show.”

You look thoroughly kissed when you look back at him, but he doesn’t think it’ll ever be enough. He leans in to kiss you once more to punctuate his sentence, watching as you duck your head, all shy, even though your arms are still around him. He knows now that when you ducked your head with Jamie, you were embarrassed. This is you properly flustered and it’s one of his favourite looks on you.

“Good call, yeah. Okay. I’m- I’m just around this corner, I think.”

“You think?”

“Shut up, you,” you whack him lightly on the shoulder, as the two of you resume walking, “Think you can make it all the way there?”

“I’d carry you if my knee wasn’t fucked,” he admits, watching you with a lopsided smile, “Really fucking like you, by the way. If that wasn’t proof. Thought you should hear me fucking say it.”

You close your eyes in a little half laugh - giddy, he thinks.

“Well, I did wonder. We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few weeks for someone who doesn’t like spending time with people.”

“Your first clue,” he agrees, taking your hand with pride now as the two of you keep walking, turning the corner towards your house. The pace is a lot quicker than it was before. He hopes he knows why, “I’ll be less of a fucking idiot now. Promise.”

“Eh, don’t worry,” you shrug, letting go of his hand only to thread your arm through his and take hold of his hand again, even tighter, “Nothing sexier than fucking idiots. I like my men with no thoughts behind their eyes.”

He properly laughs at that, head tilted back, feeling your head against his arm as you laugh with him. You slow down, gesturing left. Your house. The two of you walk down the drive until you’re at the door, face to face again and Roy is having a small internal battle.

“Look, I know you said no show for the neighbours,” you begin, almost nervously, “But does that mean a…private show is totally off the table too?”

He watches you picking at your nails. Can’t help it. He pulls you in for another breathless kiss, just to watch you come alive again, confident and fucking into him, however much of a miracle it seems. You pull away this time, clearly keen for an answer, but he groans.

“Tryin’ to be a fucking gentleman, here. Why don’t we do dinner tomorrow? Proper date. And I’ll fucking pick you up.”

You giggle. Still, there’s a glint in your eyes, as you sigh melodramatically.

“That does sound nice. Only thing is, there could be an intruder in here, you know? So, and I’ll only ask once more and then I promise I’ll let you go if you say no, but maybe you should walk me to my bedroom? To make sure I’m safe, you know? And then you can pay for my breakfast in the morning like a good old fashioned gentleman, if you want.”

You’re looking up at him, all hopeful again. His resolve is dwindling. You spin your keys around one finger and its a simple gesture, but it’s the final straw.

“I’m paying for your fucking lunch too,” he growls, diving into you once again. He’s beside himself when he hears you mutter a faint ‘thank fuck’ as you fumble to unlock the door and all but drag him inside.

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if you've read this far, i fucking love you, you beautiful sunflower <3 requests open for this angry man and his favourite jamie tartt if you're interested!!

#roy kent x reader #roy kent #ted lasso #ted lasso x reader #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #roy kent x you

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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College Yan + Older Neighbor Reader [M + G.N]

Summary: A friend requests a favor from you after a rough night

Warning: Legal age gap, mentions of alcohol and drugs, emotional manipulation, groping

12 missed calls....

"..Hey, Y/n. Just realized you're probably still at work right now....l I just wanted to say thanks for everything. Without you - I don't think I'd be out here tonight.."

"Y/n - hey! Oh... just missed you I guess. I just arrived, and... honestly I'm really nervous. There's more people than I thought there'd be and I don't know anyone. You mind if I call again? Even if you don't answer - it's nice not being alone."

"Y/n... things are going pretty good so far. Someone just came up to me and handed me a cup. I've never drank before, but I have too many regrets already to have another. This goes out to you."

"Are you afraid of dying alone?.... it never crossed my mind until my grandad died a few years back. Nobody liked the guy so he just.... wasted away alone in his house. I don't want that to happen to me. I wish you were here."

"Y/n?.... fuck... please don't listen to that last message. Can you come pick me up? I sent the address to you earlier, but I forgot to tell you. I think I drank too much and I know it's late but... fuck."

"You're coming to pick me up...aren't you? You wouldn't leave me behind like everyone has... I'm so happy I-"

Message Saved.

You didn't need to hear the rest. Teddi was the sweetest guy you've met in recent years. A little rough around the edges, sure, but it's a given with everything he's been through. Once you cracked that shell, he revealed that dorky, loveable self of his who still cried when animals died in movies yet gushed for hours about his fascination with horror media as a whole. You thought you were doing the right thing by trying to get him out of his comfort zone - keep him from turning out like you.

Breathing through your teeth, you toss your phone into the passenger seat as you exit the vehicle. Beer glasses and someone's glasses left out in the field crunch beneath your feet as you cross the lawn up to the house and adjacent door. Poking your head through the crack; a sea of young adults and their peers overcrowd the living space - egging each other into boisterous acts and having the time of their new lives. Realistically you couldn't be a few years older than the older face in the crowd, but this wasn't your click. You walk up to the nearest, unattended person and tap them on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, looking for someone. Thick glasses, nose ring, blue...ish hair? Should've brought my phone out-"

"Oh!! You must be Ted's partner. Y/n - right?."

"We aren't dating. I'm their neighbor."

"My bad - he's just been talking about you all night so I thought - anyway, he's up on the roof. Said he needed the fresh air. Just head upstairs, the ladder to the attic should be right there.

"Alright. Thanks." You push past them and up the stairs - bracing your foot on the ladder rails that creek under your weight as you climb up into the attic. The room is foggy, musty fog filtered out the open door leading to the patio. You reject an offer for its source as politely as you could as you brush by the individuals occupying the space, pulling your shirt over your nose as you step out into the chilly night. Laying on a blanket made of someone else's coat, Teddi sits beneath the stars wearing the jacket you lent him about a week ago. He takes the blunt offered by a peer, breaking off its tip as he pulls it to his lips. You knock on the door frame twice - smoke violent exhausted from his nose and lungs as he turns around to see you.

"Y/n." Teddi staggers to his feet, legs tangled in his makeshift blanket as he trips and stumbles his way towards you. He sports a dopey grin, fixing your jacket to his shoulder. "Hey, we were just talking about you - this is.. uh.." He snapped his fingers. "Fuck."

"Trudy."

"Trudy! Right, haha - they're great, but not as great as you."

"That's great." You wrap an arm around their shoulder, turning them towards the door. "We're leaving."

Teddi slurs out a whine, leaning back - trying to pull you with him. "What? But you just got here. I wanna introduce you to everyone first."

"Maybe later. I need to get you home." Your right hand finds the small of his back, locking around his waist. "Car - now."

His pink face flushes further. "Okay...."

Loading Teddi into the car, his head slumps against the passenger window as you shut the door. The ride home is mostly quiet - his hand glued to your lap no matter how many times you nudge him away. His head rolls over to your shoulder and the alcohol on his breath fans your face as he speaks.

"Do you think somebody will ever love me, Y/n?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I meant someone tonight."

He studies your face. No twinge of jealousy or sadness. You almost looked relieved. He swallows, buring the ache as he continues. "I meant someone and.... I know they're way out of my league. Kind....smart....when they smile it's like the whole room lights up. We hadn't known each other for long, but they've always been there and... I can't imagine life without them now that they're here. Despite our differences I know we are meant for each other."

You ease your foot off the gas. "....Ted. You're a good kid. If I had known a guy like you back when I was your age I would have loved to get to know him."

Teddi sits upright, looking down as he rubs his face. "Quit talking like you're so much older than me..."

"We're here."

Teddi glances outside. Always when he works up the courage to talk to you.. You park outside your house and round the car to help him get to his. Teddi clutches your arm as you face his yard.

"Please don't make me go home tonight, Y/n."

His nails dig into your shirt. "Please."

You sigh. Helping him up the driveway and into your home, you guide Teddi into your bedroom- afraid of what's happen if you give him the couch. Teddi relaxes as you cross the threshold into your living room. The familiarity of your home, just the two of you in this vast space - he wouldn't give it up for anything. The lingering stress melts from his face as you lower him into your bed, resting on the pillow you lay your head on every night. You set his glasses on the dresser and bring him a glass of water - wishing him good night as you turn off the lights. Hovering over the bed, he grabs your wrist as you turn to leave.

"Y/n..... please stay with me tonight."

He brings a hand up to your face, stroking your jaw as he pulls you closer. "Kiss me, Y/n."

".... how much did you drink, Teddi."

"Alot, but - I need you... to help me I mean. I've never kissed anyone before, and I need the practice if I'm ever going to tell them how I feel. You're the only person I can turn to for this. You promised that you would always be there for me."

You knew that would come back to haunt eventually. "Ted, when I said I'd help you with anything, I meant like teaching you how to do your taxes or change a tire. This isn't something we should be doing."

His cheek presses against your neck, fresh tears staining your skin. "We can forget about it in the morning.... They're all I have. You're all I have... Please don't leave me too."

"....show me."

"Huh?"

"How you would confess. Show me."

You sit on the edge of the bed. Teddi props back against the frame, tucking his hair behind one ear and fixing his shirt. He chews on his bottom lip - the moonlight reflecting off your skin basking you in that heavenly shine he always saw. He looks down. "I'm gonna use your name just to make it easier - okay?"

Teddi takes a deep breath. "Y/n - you... you're the most amazing person I've ever met. When I'm with you, it's like opening my eyes for the first time. You're someone I know I can trust through thick and thin... you've always been there for me, and I want to be here for you... forever."

He scoots closer, placing a hand on your lap as he cups your cheek - leaning in til his forehead rests against yours. "I like you...I love you. Please, stay with me."

Teddi slowly closes the distance; fingers restricted round your thigh as his lips fall flush against yours. It feels like a crime - your soft skin beneath his chapped, bitten lips. He presses deeper, engraving every each of you into his memory and being that his mind would allow. His tongue ghosts your lower lip, snaking against your teeth. His hand clasps the base of your neck as he adds his weight to your chest, pulling you up on the bed as he brings your hanging leg up to his side.

"y/n....."

He cards his fingers through at your hair - the taste of whiskey and desperation hot on your tongue as you wince from the abrupt tug at the back of your skull. The depth of your mouth is more indicating than any substance he had all night. His fingers sink into the flesh of your leg, working towards the curve of your ass as a moan vibrates through your teeth centered from throaty whine he makes as they close around his tongue. His lip ram yours as he tilts his head for a better angle with enough force to bruise, and by god he hopes it does. Biting down doesn't stop his tongue from barreling down your throat - ball piercing sucked to the roof of your mouth. He gives pause only when he finally accepts the stars dancing in view are from the lack of oxygen rather the magic of the eve- falling to your chest with a few links and kisses between greedy intakes of air and your scent. He giggles, hiccuping as his arms shoot around your waist.

"My first kiss...... I made sure to tear off the end when I smoked with that girl so I wouldn't lose it even indirectly. Was I your first too? Can you by my first in other ways too?"

You pull from under him as he nips at your shoulder. "You're not into Trudy?"

"Trudy?" The name rolls off his tongue with such disgust and confusion. "Heck no. The person I like is so much more special than her. I'm lucky to even be in their presence. I wanna give them the world. My heart. I love you.... them- so much."

You fall silent as he nuzzles his face against your torso, eyes growing heavy. "It's late, Teddi. Go to bed."

"Will you sleep with me?.... Stay with me until the morning?..."

".....Always."

Teddi cuddles up to your side as you join him in bed - fighting exhaustion to treasure your sleeping face beside him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere oc #yandere insert #yandere drabble #male yandere #Teddi my oc

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gravehags · 8 months

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dreadful need in the devotee

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Mature

Tags: drunk reader, soft copia, general aching sweetness, slight horniness

Words: 1,670

Summary: Taking shots from Terzo is probably a bad idea, right? The cardinal helps take care of you in the aftermath.

a/n: This is the most self indulgent thing I have ever written. Reader has a thigh tattoo because I have a thigh tattoo and you know what this is absolutely about me and my needs. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Tagging @anamelessfool come get y'all food

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He’s never seen you like this before.

Granted, you’ve only been working at the abbey for almost five months so it’s not saying much, but he likes to think he knows you better than anyone else here. Over those five months the two of you have become close, particularly after Imperator directed him to assist you in your quest to curate the abbey’s art collection. It’s a daunting task, but your enthusiasm for the subject was infectious, as was the bright grin that always graced your features whenever you made some new, exciting discovery. Before you, he barely interacted with anyone else apart from his fratelli and Sister Imperator, and your presence has felt like a refreshing rain storm after a long stretch of sweltering, oppressive loneliness. He’s invigorated by you and your anxious energy, as if you emanate some sort of force field that draws him in.

Perhaps drawing him in in more ways than one.

Copia shakes off the thought and sets down his glass of chianti, returning his attention to what you are currently occupied with. Terzo has just passed you a shot of something dangerous Copia suspects comes from the Ministry’s own stills and you, having completely shaken off your mantle of shyness, accept with aplomb. Copia winces as you down the concoction, mirroring the slight gagging motion you make. He knows the stuff all too well, thanks to Terzo in their youth. Secondo roars with laughter behind him, two siblings clinging to his sides, while Primo sits in the corner smiling and shaking his head. You perform a deep, if wobbly, curtsy, an electric grin twisting your flushed cheeks. When Terzo pulls you in for an intimate side hug to murmur something in your ear as siblings around you laugh and cheer, a bubble of jealousy surfaces in Copia’s belly. Whatever Terzo says to you makes you blush deeper and roll your eyes, shoving him away as he laughs jovially.

What he wouldn’t give to make you blush like that for him.

Copia, mood slightly soured, turns to leave the area when in an instant, you are by his side.

“Cardinale,” you say, swaying slightly towards him with bright eyes. “Are you leaving?”

He reaches backwards to a bookshelf where he had placed his biretta and favors you with a soft, apologetic smile.

“Eh, sì. I think it’s time.”

For a moment you look devastated, then in a moment of panicked clarity, you place a hand on his arm.

“Me too,” you whisper conspiratorially. “Please get me out of here before Terzo gives me another one of those shots, that shit almost killed me.”

Your hushed confession makes him chuckle and before he can respond, you’re ushering him out of the room with your hand on the small of his back, making the tips of his ears turn pink. Once the two of you finally escape out the door and down the hall, you let out a dramatic heaving sigh and collapse against the cool stone wall.

“Cardinal,” you say, eyes focused on something over his shoulder.

“Sì, mia cara?” He chances the endearment he’s been dying to gift upon you from the moment you met.

You refocus back on him at his words and oh, the way your cheeks flush all the way across your chest. Take that, Terzo, Copia thinks triumphantly.

“Take me back to my rooms? I…don’t think I can find my way.”

He grins slightly and nods as you link your arm with his and he guides you further down the hall. Your journey up several flights of stairs and down several more hallways is quiet, punctuated by the occasional loud hiccup from you. He knows that silence from you all too well now - you’re contemplating something. You absentmindedly rub at the red wool of his sleeve with your thumb and more than once, you lean into him as if you’re about to say something.

But you remain silent.

When the two of you reach your rooms, you let out a dramatic sigh and turn to him with a pout.

“Help me,” you whine, gripping his sleeves and dragging him towards the door.

“Sì, sì, I will help you. Ah…keys?”

You fumble around with the small jeweled crossbody bag you brought to the party, doing a concerning amount of rummaging for such a small capacity item. Finally you emerge triumphant, presenting your room keys to him with a flourish. Delicately, he removes them from the tangle of your fingers and opens the door. You push past him only slightly in your eagerness to be inside the comfort of your own rooms, and the first thing you do is remove the heels you’ve worn for the evening, violently flinging them across the room. He winces as he hears something crash and fall.

“I was not built for that shit,” you grouse, now stomping barefoot into the center of the room, where you stand and sway for several minutes.

“Eh, bed?” Copia provides helpfully, gesturing to the closed door on his right.

“Damn straight,” you announce, stumbling slightly over to the door and opening it.

Copia’s been in your quarters before. After checking in on you one night and finding you crying and homesick, you had let him in and the two of you bonded on your couch about the inherent loneliness of the abbey. That was the first time you had hugged him, a deep crushing thing filled with so much emotion it nearly made him faint. He didn’t wash that cassock for a week after that, too content to smell your perfume on it til it faded to nothingness. He has not, however, been in your bedroom.

He follows you in and takes in the surroundings - it’s a decent size, with a queen bed in the center and a dark wooden dresser. The first thing he notices is the walls are covered in art - no surprise there - and he smiles at the subject matter. Devils, witches, and temptresses decorate ornate frames you had likely found in various storage rooms in the abbey. He may make a sister of sin out of you yet. He’s so lost in his thoughts that for a moment he doesn’t notice how you move to strip down in front of him. When he sees you begin to slide the straps of your dress down he starts with an exclamatory noise.

“Cara!” he shouts hoarsely, causing you to jump. “Not here!”

You look confused for a moment before he looks around behind him and spots a black sleep chemise crumpled on the duvet. He grabs it and thrusts it into your hands before ushering you into the adjacent bathroom. You don’t protest, but Copia does spot the mischievous curl of your lips as you shut the door behind you. When you have been safely secured away from his gaze he returns his attention to the room. Shuffling over to your dresser he begins to pick up and study the tchotchkes you have collected - various pointed crystal towers, a little ceramic pig, some kind of small animal skull, and – oh. Your perfume sits innocently amidst the clutter, the decorative bottle calling to him. Copia looks over his shoulder before picking it up and inhaling deep. He bolsters himself so he doesn’t collapse against the foot of your bed, but he feels almost as intoxicated as you are upon smelling its contents. He’s ashamed to admit how much it affects him, once again glancing over his shoulder as he adjusts himself through the abundant material of his cassock. Copia does not wear deviancy as easily as Terzo. He’s about to chastise himself for being a pervert when your bathroom door flies open. When he turns to see you, he exhales shakily.

Maybe he should have grabbed different pajamas.

You strut out towards him, the silk of your nightgown shining in the low light of the room, and give him what can only be described as a sultry look before flinging yourself on the duvet. His throat is dry as he regards you reclining on the material, writhing slightly in an attempt to get cozy, causing his thoughts to wander and darken. When you finally get comfortable, you look up at him from under your lashes and he turns slightly to hide the hardening of his cock. Your movements have caused the hem of your chemise to ride up your body, exposing the meat of your thigh and the large tattoo there to his gaze.

He didn’t even know you had a tattoo there.

“Eh, goodnight.” He moves to make a rapid exit from your bedroom but you grab his sleeve with impressive speed, pulling him back to sit next to you on the bed. Copia knows his cheeks are violently red as you take his gloved hand in yours and squeeze it. He looks at you askance and practically melts at the soft way you regard him.

“Il mio cardinale,” you murmur, and before he can say anything you’ve brought his hand to your mouth, kissing the gloved knuckles in an echo of the way he introduced himself to you all those months ago. All he can bring himself to do is nod and you smile warmly at him, looking more sober now than you have all evening.

“You’re always so good to me.” you say simply, making his heart swell.

“You’re easy to be good to,” Copia manages to whisper in response. The gleam in your eyes makes him feel exhilarated. Brave. The boldness you have inspired causes him to lean down and softly kiss your forehead, lips lingering on your skin.

“Buona notte, cara.”

He moves to pull away but you’ve got your hand on his cheek in an instant, brushing your lips to the point of his neatly trimmed sideburns.

“Buona notte, Copia.”

When he finally brings himself to leave your bedroom, and then your quarters, he is bursting with radiant light. He wants to sing, to scream, to cry all at once.

Take that, Terzo, indeed.

#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x f!reader #cardinal copia #copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 2 months

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This song is so VoxVal I can't 😭

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Ten thousand candles couldn't light all the darkness in your heart

God, it's crazy how I need your friction

Hello? EVIL PEOPLE LOVE?

Kiss me you animal

I need to take you in real slow

Cause dying on your lips is how I wanna go

THIS SLAPS SO HARD? DYING ON YOUR LIPS??? HNGGHH

My tongue and smoke along your curves

Something darker on your mind

Literally smoke and tongue mentioned?? So Val coded??? Even though Vox has no curves whatsoever sksksm

Lines of salt around your bed, smile sick and smile kind

Cannot stop thinking about Vox smile for the cameras and his fucked up grin when he sees people suffering?

You say you wanna tear right through me

I welcome you to try (Kiss me, kiss me)

Crazy demon sex with a constant fight for the domination???

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #voxval #vox hazbin #staticmoth #valentino hazbin #Youtube

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soaps-mohawk · 2 months

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Hey fav author ^^ I just had a thought and will Soap die in this book like he did in MW3? I don’t know if that’s something you planned or wanted to ignore but I was just curious lol. Anyways, remember to drink some water, eat something, take a shower, get some rest, and get some fresh air^^

Hello lovely anon!!!

No.

Absolutely not.

I refuse to acknowledge what they did to my precious baby boy like I already had to watch him die once in the original MW3 and you're telling me they killed him for literally no reason in the reboot??

Absolutely not.

We don't acknowledge that piece of canon in this house.

Soap is alive and well, what are you talking about? I just saw him two days ago.

Yes, this is serious. Soap will not be dying in my fic. I'm not even really going to follow canon events of MW2 and MW3. You'll see how that's going to work later.

But rest assured. Soap lives to the end.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#one thing i can confidently confirm #no one is dying that doesnt deserve it #thank you #answered

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minniiaa · 3 months

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Bro the amount of absolutely butt hurt whiny power-scalers on twitter is nuts. If they weren't feeling pure joy when G5 dropped and thought " this is so luffy!" then they haven't been paying attention at all. These ppl b going crazy cuz a character's peak performance isn't fueled by some kinda rage induced wall punching.

Screaming this to the heavens. Toxic power scalers have high key tainted the entire anime space. It’s worse today than ever before imo as someone who has been watching anime since the early 2000s. They have this oonga boonga idea that strength can only be measured by physical power alone and can only be showcased in some hard ass way.

If they watched/read 1000+ chapters/episodes of one piece and can’t see that Luffy is the silliest happiest guy DESPITE everything and that his peak power is absolute freedom and the ability this freedom gives him to protect and save the people he cares about while on his way to becoming kind of the pirates is what he’s been aiming for this whole time then they are fucking brain dead.

I legitimately cried seeing G5 for the first time because it was the culmination of everything Luffy has experienced in this series up to this point, Not being able to save Ace, being too weak to protect his crew in Sabaody, losing to kaido (and dying), Luffy finally OVERCAME IT ALL. He arose from the dead and said “oh. I can do whatever I want now. Everything that held me back is gone. Watch me pop off and have the best time doing it motherfuckers.”

TLDR; anyone who think G5 is shit either hasn’t watched one piece or is a monkey (not the d luffy kind either) thank you for coming to my ted talk I’m here every night.

#one piece #luffy #gear 5 #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #fuck twitter #I ain’t afraid of the haters #I have no enemies

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kitramune · 5 months

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I love the plot of movie 2 SO MUCH. Like the idea of how it uses Tale of the Bamboo Cutter and Princess Kaguya as the villain, while also relating it to Kagome's situation of not belonging there and maybe being forced back home when she doesn't want to be? Brilliant. Naraku faking his death to try and get the ultimate power up? Noice. But it suffers from some glaring "Sunrise" characterization issues that ruin it for me...

First off the group just like... IMMEDIATELY split up?? Despite not having all the shards and how close they've all become as a little family, Sango and Miroku just instantly peace out. (Separate to even each other?? Someone correct me if I'm wrong but weren't they already engaged by this point??) Even if they didn't immediately go seeking out more shards, I have a really hard time seeing them all just... part ways. Relax for a bit, sure. But the narrative paints it as them not really planning on coming back, since Inuyasha's shocked to see them later. Kagura and Kanna finally being free and Kagura just instantly decides to serve someone else because... idk, she said it'd level up her freedom somehow? I assume Kanna was still being manipulated by Naraku, but Kagura going along with it made no sense. Kikyou being tasked with a little girl's dying wish to protect this super important object and then IMMEDIATELY giving it to the enemy is so fucking funny in the absolute worst way. X_X It's never even elaborated on, that's her ONLY role in the movie. And then there's the worst offender, which is Inuyasha himself. The writers still have him clinging on to the "I wanna become full demon" narrative, which was dead and buried by this point in the story. Inuyasha had already vowed to never use the Jewel and instead break its bloody cycle (manga only scene unfortunately) had already been cautioned by Miroku about potentially losing his mind and devouring Kagome instead of being better able to protect her, and then had that nightmare proved true after blacking out and slaughtering the bandits with his transformation and explicitly telling Toutousai that he doesn't ever wanna transform again - hence why he overcame the heavy Tessaiga in a whole-ass metaphor for accepting himself as a hanyou and getting stronger AS A HANYOU. But then Sunrise decided "nah screw that character development, he's still thinking about it." I love Kagome yelling "I love you as a hanyou" as much as the next fangirl but it just shouldn't have been on the table in the first place. In fact, y'know what would have been great? Movie 2's plot with movie 1's characterization and InuKag moment of "I need you, Kagome." Double down on that returning to the moon (metaphor for Kagome's time) conundrum and Inuyasha and Kagome BOTH worrying over whether Kagome stays there once her purpose is complete, or if she'll have to pick a time. I know the manga wasn't complete back then but imagine that A+ foreshadowing. idk, just shower thoughts I had today. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk and all that. InuKag deserved a kiss outside of weird timings!

#Inuyasha #InuKag #meta #analysis #Sunrise is so bad at these characters I swear #I feel like I'm stamping all over peoples' love of this movie but I swear I'm not trying to #I just wish I could love it instead of love-hate it

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bibiblocksberg1234 · 9 months

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BSD CHAPTER 109 SPOILERS

Why Dazai will miraculously survive (aka me coping with the fact I have to wait at least a month to know if my favourite character is dead or not)

There are only three holes in the wall, so the bullet did not go through his head

There was way too little blood for having his brains blown out, his shoulder was bleeding way more

Chuuya could have manipulated the bullet so it would only graze Dazai’s head, still causing him to bleed/fall unconscious but not die. He can still use his ability as a vampire after all

We don’t see the bullet actually hitting Dazai, that panel just shows a flash when Chuuya shoots

A later panel shows Dazai and Atsushi as potential victims, their survival depending on whether or not Aya gets the sword out of Bram. So they are not dead yet :)) Also, Atsushi is definitely surviving, he is the main character

Why would Chuuya shoot him two more times afterwards or why not shoot him directly in the head from the beginning? Something is fishy here

You really mean to tell me that Chuuya would be the one to kill Dazai??! I fully believe Chuuya *screams Dazai’s name while under Corruption when he’s out of his mind* Nakahara would somehow recognize Dazai even as a vampire and fight against Fyodor’s orders. Believe in the magic of Soukoku <3

Dazai might have managed to undo the vamipirism on Chuuya, why are Chuuya’s eyes white in the later panels? The BSD manga uses light-colored eyes for the “good” characters, purity, innocence. Why would Chuuya’s eyes be white when he is killing his partner?

It would feel wrong for Dazai not to die via suicide. This man has been trying to commit suicide since he was at least fourteen years old, having him be killed by a shot in the head feels like a cop out (we are ignoring the fact he is also bleeding from three more wounds and fell down an elevator)

Even if he actually dies, we still have an entire magic blank book at our desposal to wish him back to life :))

Dazai is a fan favourite. I highly doubt Asagiri would kill him before the final arc and this is not it

But lastly, most importantly, we are talking about freaking Dazai here, who from the first moment we see him has continuously been escaping death. He is literally stabbed in the back with a poisonous knife in Dead Apple and survives just fine. Unless he actually kills himself, I fully believe Dazai incapable of dying. Asagiri could show me his funeral and I would still wait for the last panel of the manga to be Dazai hiding somewhere and watching over the ADA. He is so not dying because of Fyodor.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk! <3

#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd skk #skk #dazai is alive #dazai is not dying #asagiri why are you toying with my heart #asagiri stop killing my favourite characters #please #i am in denial #dazai will be fine #believe in the power of soukoku #bsd chapter 109 #chapter 109 #soukoku

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butterfirefly · 9 months

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Lorenzo's profile is making me all kinds of emotional, specifically the things that make him happy.

The very first time they met, Snuffy offered him a job. When Lorenzo responded by saying "give me money" he said "okay, how much do you want?" and most importantly, he gave him love even before he spoke. Snuffy saw a kid dying in the dumpster and decided to give him love by extending a helping hand.

tl;dr Marc Snuffy is hands down the best character in Blue Lock. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#blue lock #marc snuffy #don lorenzo

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secondbeatsongs · 9 months

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Spencer and Socko def had some kinda relationship I was sure of that from the very beginning. But your posts made me think that maybe he probably might've brought him around and introduced him to the gang properly had the episode where the grandpa nearly took Carly away not happened. Like as far as I can remember, none of the other characters met or knew Socko very well, and Spencer managed to meet with most of Socko's family members? Idk if I was going anywhere with this

I really love Socko as a character (as you can tell from the over 2500 words of meta I wrote about him and his family)

I would have loved an episode where they're actually dating and Spencer gets to introduce him to everyone as his boyfriend, but alas, it was not to be.

though, personally, my opinion is that Socko and Spencer have the sort of relationship where it's just never been the right time for them to date. they've known each other since at least high school, so I imagine it being a situation where they've both had crushes on each other, but at different times, and it just never really worked out.

like, Spencer worshiped Socko when they were in high school because Socko was The Weirdest Guy™, but Spencer was still set on going to law school because of what his dad wanted - but then Spencer ditched law school and became Pretty Weird™ himself, and Socko was like "oh no he's hot". but at that point Spencer was fully parenting Carly, and relationships were on the back burner for him, so nothing really happened about it.

like, I'm picturing a fun and deeply loving friendship where maybe they hooked up once or twice, but they were never in a relationship. and now that they've gotten to this point, both being adults with complicated lives and artistic careers, it almost feels strange to talk about trying it again.

(this is all headcanon of course, I have no sources or anything that would imply this. I just...think it'd be nice)

anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk, please somebody write more Socko/Spencer fic, I am dying of thirst in a desert of my own making

#the desert being my eternal love for this show #also funnily enough #while I do ship socko/spencer #it's not my main ship in this fandom #ah well #there are even fewer fics for that ship #I make do with what I can #icarly #icarly meta #not exactly meta like my other ones #it's just opinion #but still #I'll tag it like that for sorting purposes

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