#but why does bro dress so ugly

[very-important-guy]

Bros literally a Model and still dresses ugly as hell. (This is about adrien agrest) like why the hell do you dress like that ?

#this is a adrien agreste hate post #well accually i love him #but why does bro dress so ugly #lmao #bros #dudes #and hoes

[just-some-random-blogger]

may i request for an angst to fluff fic where y/n's family arranges and forces her to marry into the house of targaryen just to rid of her in a way that it is beneficial to them. she's heard rumors about her soon to be husband, Aemond, and is scared of their family in general but all of that was just thrown out of the window when she finally meets them and sees how he is around his mother and sister thinking she'd rather be a part of this family than her own <3 (smut or no smut, it doesnt matter, as long as we are loved)

Under The Bridge

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your parents described your betrothed as a troll, a gremlin, a monster, the perfect candidate for their wretched, useless, stubborn, first born child. Finally, they said, their daughter would be good put to good use.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of domestic violence, big bro!aemond my love, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: ok i think im going to get carried away writing this [update] yep i got carried away Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

I thought it quite fitting for the day to be wretched. After all, it was the day I would be sent away to be married to a man I did not know to please my parents; my father, that pulled his hair out every time I bested my potential matches, and my mother, who slapped me in an attempt to correct my impetuous behavior.

Yes, finally I would find my use and help my family regain prestige and wealth.

Neither cared to escort me to the carriage out of our decaying estate. The storm had been too strong and the mud puddles too many.

I had my one bag gripped tightly in my arms and cared little for the skirts that were soaking up brown water beneath me. I shouted over the sound of thunder and rain when I ran over to the hooded man, "greetings, my lord, I-"

"I am the envoy of your prince here to pick you up, my lady," he calls under the darkness of his cloak. I could not see his face.

"I see," I say, not at all disappointed that it was not my betrothed that was picking me up, "what is your name?"

He does not respond and so I repeat my question, louder, "what is your name, ser?!"

"Charon," he calls.

I pull my head back, "are you here to take me into the underworld?"

He does not react, so I assume he does not understand my joke. He only pulls back and opens the carriage door for me.

I sigh and hastily get in, slumping down, pulling my heavy skirt, wet with rain and mud, closer to me. He shuts the door with a thud. A few moments later the carriage begins to move.

I busy myself with reading on the way. It was all that I packed, my books. My mother thought she managed to throw them away, but I switched the contents of my bag with my clothing with my books before she could. Anyway, I never cared for my ugly dresses. I figured since I was marrying a prince, he could get me at least one dress to change into. That was more than enough.

The ride was pleasant on my part; I could read in silence, with no interruption, no father to scream at me, no mother to chase me around, and yet as we passed a hump, I was shaken into reality, a reality that the driver, Charon, was manning the carriage outside in the rain.

This was why, when we rain cleared, I knocked on the closed window by the driver's seat and called out for him.

He does not respond.

I rap my knuckles harder, "Charon?"

I am slightly startled when the opening is slid open. He does not say anything. I huff and reach for the sandwich in my bag, sticking it out to the window, "it has gone cold but it should still taste nice. It will help to keep you warm, eating something."

I await as the man twists in his place.

He does not respond still, and so I push my arm out further, "if you would like another, I can give you the one I packed myself. I ate a lot before leaving," as a final act of deviance.

He takes a moment to think of my offer it seems. He finally takes it and I feel his callused hand on mine. I do not miss the bandages on his fingers and palm. I wonder how he got injured.

I vaguely hear him thank me. I mutter again for good measure, "just knock if you want the other."

I start when the knock comes, dropping the book I was finishing onto my lap. I shift in my place and move to reopen the closed area, grabbing my sandwich as I did. I however turn to my side when I the carriage door opens.

I am suddenly faced with a dark haired knight. He bows to me, offering a hand out as he greets me in regard. He proceeds to introduce himself, "Ser Criston Cole, at your service."

"An honor," I nod, straightening myself up, "ser Cole."

He surveys the carriage then turns back to me, "allow me to help you down, my lady."

I place my things back in my bag and take his hand, hopping down next to him, causing mud to splatter on his uniform. We both still when it happens. The shrill chastising of my parents replay in my mind.

"I-"

"An honest mistake, your majesty."

My lips part, "I am not you ma-"

"You are to be wed to my prince in a fortnight," he says, reaching out to my bag as he continues, "you will be soon enough." Criston adds. Once he has my things, he shuts the door, then looks at me, "allow me to escort you to your room."

I nod, sneaking a look past him, looking for the man that brought me here, "where did Charon go?"

"Charon?"

"The driver," I turn back to him, "I meant to give him my sandwich," I say, reaching for the said thing in my bag.

Criston turns from my sandwich to me, brows furrowing, "the... driver has gone to finish his other duties."

I nod, unwrapping the food, "do you want it?"

His lips form a small smile, "a generous offer, but I have already eaten."

I purse my lips, rewrapping the thing, placing it back in my bag. Criston offers his arm out to me. I link arms with him and pull my shoes out of the mud along with my crusty skirt that was getting dirty all over again.

When we reach the entrance, Criston pulls away from me, insisting I walk in first.

Once we are inside, he walks a foot away from me, silently leading me off to my room. I sniffle as I take in the ambiance of the place.

Criston turns to me and I turn to him as he says, "I will have a bath prepared for you."

"Thank you," I smile, "could you have them lend me a dress as well?"

He furrows his brows and I do not wait for him to ask, "I only packed my books, you see."

He turns to my bag as he says this, "ah," he turns back to me, "I thought your clothes were merely stiff."

I snort, breaking into a laugh.

I notice how Criston's shoulders relax and how his nostrils flare slightly.

We take a left to a well-lit corridor. Criston opens the door for me once we reach the room. He places my things on a table as I make my way towards a vanity, seeing just how disheveled and wet I was.

"The servants will come to attend to you soon."

"Than-"

"Thank you, ser Criston," a commanding voice calls, startling me in the process. A red haired woman walks towards me, nodding to the knight in regard. Criston returns the sentiment before offering me the same thing and walking off.

"Apologies for startling you," the woman says, hands clasped in front of her.

I bow, eyes downturned.

You are not too look any of them in the eye if you wish to live, do you understand?

"Not at all, queen mother," I speak as I hear my pulse quicken in my ribcage.

The woman walks over to me, the Hightower colors are bright in her dress. I gulp, knowing what would come next. I hold myself back from stepping away.

"Let me look at you," she announced, reaching out for me.

I suck in a breath and catch her gaze when he takes my cold face in her warm hands. Her brown eyes are wide as she takes me in, the curve on her cheeks and jaw resemble none of the vicious remarks my father told me about her. Her pursed lips barely move when she speaks, "my, your mother was just in her musings of your beauty."

I clench my jaw.

"Surely then, I expect you to be as astute as she makes you out to be," she utters, pulling her hands away, "prince Aemond is truly a fair match for you."

I nibble on my lower lip, recalling the disgusting words my father had to offer about the said prince, "I am honored by your regard, Queen Alicent."

"Yes," she sighs, "well, you must hurry and get cleaned up." .

The moment she speaks this, it is as though the servants were summoned, and not that it was a happy coincidence.

I turn my eyes back to the floor as I bow again.

"My son said that he would wait for you in the gardens."

I nod, "I will head there the moment I am ready, your grace."

"Very good," she speaks one last time before heading off. Once she is gone and it is only me and the servants, I release the breath I held out of instinct.

The point between my bath and my going to the gardens was blurred by the vivid recount of my dreadful parent's words against the family I was marrying into.

Just close your eyes if his face is too much to bare. Turn your face away when you are coupling. The smart head you like claim to have will do you no good there. Just be silent and obedient and you will keep your head.

I snap into reality when I hear the sound of laughter once I reach the open space. I see two heads of light blonde hair just past a few shrubs. That must be the witch-sister my father was talking about.

I could not hear what they were conversing over, but it was clear that they were having a moment. It would be most improper to barge in on them.

And yet as I stood in my place, I thought of what would be the consequence if I did not show myself.

I gulp in air and walk over to them, "your majesties."

I hold my breath when they turn to me. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was not expecting a smiling, eye-patched prince and a beaming princess with a flower in her hair.

The next happening came to be all too quickly.

"Would you like to see my spider?" the woman calls, dashing over to me with a large black spider in her hand.

I recoil at her words, and before I could turn her down, she places the long legged thing onto my shoulder, making my eyes grow wide and my body to freeze into a brick. It took everything in me not to smack the insect away. What would happen if I kill the princess's spider?

I clench my jaw and my fists tightly, gulping the lump in my throat.

Perhaps it could kill me first.

"Helaena!" the man calls, dashing forward, grabbing the insect on my body, handing it back to her sister. I shiver and step back once I am free of the creepy-crawly.

Helaena looks up at her brother and knits her brows. He begins to tell her something in a foreign tongue and whatever it is makes the woman's face dampen. She turns to me, bowing with a pout, "apologies, my lady."

I shudder then suck in a sharp breath, "I..." I feel my chest tighten when she removes the flower in her hair. She was like me, rebuked for something she liked.

I force a confidence voice after gulping heavily, "I am honored to meet your spider," my breath hitches, "but I do not like spiders."

"What a shame," she says rather dejectedly.

"Perhaps it be best if you go back to your chambers," her brother mutters as the spider begins to crawl up her arm.

I step back at the sight of it.

She nods, "perhaps."

I move farther when she passes me, mostly because her shoulder near me was where the spider was perched on.

I watch as she leaves. I sigh at the sight of her fluttering hair.

When I turn to the prince, I reel back when I find him stood so close to me. Upon seeing my reaction, he does me the courtesy of stepping back as well.

I heave from my mouth then bow, "prince Aemond."

He watches me as I rise then offers me a quick nod. He sighs, placing his hands behind him, "I am thankful you did not squash her spider."

I cringe at the thought, "I'd have squashed it on my skin," I shake my head rapidly, "that would be no good."

For a moment, he only looks at me. I only manage a few seconds before needing to turn away from his gaze. I only turn back when he raises his hand out, "care to walk with me?"

I reach for his hand, and it is only then that I realized that he had bandages on. I turn to our joined palms then back to his face.

He catches how I observe him and this grip on me tightens as he visibly stiffens, "a riding injury."

I debate his words, wondering how he would get injured like that.

He proceeds to answer me as if he heard my thought, "my dragon, Vhagar, was flying fiercely upward. It was hard to keep hold. I had blisters for days."

I pull back when he releases my hand. I turn to his arm when he offers it to me instead. I place my palm on his bicep as we continue to walk off.

The next moment, I suddenly realize why the bandages on his hands were striking to me.

"You," I turn to him, "are Charon."

He keeps his gaze upfront.

I cannot help but smile in amusement over his obvious reaction to my words-- not reacting. I allow my lips to release a chuckle, "you were gauging me."

"..."

"Worry not," I look out to some flowers by the side, "I too am scared to get married."

I feel him turn to me, but I do not feel like returning his look.

"Is it marriage," he calls, "or me that you are scared of?"

I take a moment before turning back to him; his one eye is expectant and I swear I see his covered one twitch. "Both," I utter simply, "but at least now that I know that we're both scared, I have found a semblance of solace."

We continue walking in silence after my admission.

I await for him to burn my words, to wholeheartedly disagree with my verdict, much like all the other men that I was jostled into, lest they find themselves caught agreeing with a stupid woman. I am surprised that he does nothing and merely continues walking with me in silence.

He catches my shocked reaction, it seems, and raises his nose, "I was concerned."

I softly snort in humour, "as one would be."

His lips curve slightly into a smile but he does a good job of making it unobvious, "I was concerned you would be haughty, vain, irritating."

"And you decided I was not in the silence of our travels?"

He ignores this, "I am aware your parents are eager for the alliance because your coin has run low."

"That," I tilt my head, "amongst other things."

Aemond narrows his eye, "like what?"

"Well for one, they are overjoyed to rid of me," I pull a smile before breaking into a smile.

I catch the expression that twists onto his face. He does not believe me. He furrows his brows in challenge, "you mother speaks nothing but exaggerated ideations of you."

I shake my head as I chuckle, "and I am glad that it has landed me a husband who cares for his sister."

He stops upon hearing this. I turn to him when he does. He pulls away from me to place his hand behind his back again. I watch him as he looks off and sucks in a deep breath.

"I will not ask much of you," he mutters, slowly turning back to me, "I wish to only fulfil my duties; I require of you to do the same is all."

Aemond's face is sincere, or at the very least he looks and sounds as though he is in that moment. I nod at his words, placing my own hands behind my back, "indeed I am glad my mother could at least do this one thing for me."

He raises his chin, hands falling to his sides. He shifts on his leg as a breeze blows past his blonde hair. He nods, "come, there is more to see in the gardens."

#aemond fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond #house of the dragon fanfic #aemond fluff #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen x you

[thepunkmuppet]

was just screen-recording a scene and the site stopped loading, and dude why does it look like xander’s wearing his festive christmas dress just for special occasions bro’s shirt is so ugly and so long

#WTF IS THIS SHIRT #xander harris #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

[thefandomenchantress]

My Headcannons About The Despair Time Cast Playing Super Smash Bros. Together

I randomly got this idea and decided I needed to post about it.

Xander has accidentally broken three controllers. He gets really into the game and forgets how strong he is. MonoTV bans him from the console for a few weeks every time, yet he never learns his lesson. He doesn’t know any of the characters’ names, but he does know he always plays as ‘the really cool sword guy!!’ (Link).

Nico always plays as the animal characters (If you count Pokémon as animals), and sometimes Kirby because they like how cute and gender neutral the character looks.

The cast thought David would play as a cute animal crossing character or something, but no. Ridley. Ridley every single round, and he has to fight the urge to laugh in the loser’s face every time he wins. Unless someone else wants to be Ridley, then he will grumpily gladly choose a different character.

Arei will not hesitate to laugh in your face when she wins. She plays as any cute character, because she thinks it’s hilarious when the buff, sword-carrying dudes lose to tiny, pink fluff balls. She will, without a doubt, resort to foul play if she starts losing and will knock the controller out of her opponent’s hand to win.

J refuses to play as any girly-looking character. It’s always some super buff guy, like Snake. Or at least she always played as a buff guy until she learned Samus was a girl who dressed up in a cool armor suit to beat up aliens, and started playing as her from that point onward. She will also laugh in the loser’s face when she wins.

Ace is pretty good, but only if he plays as a Princess character. Otherwise he sucks. And he’s too prideful to pick a Princess character most of the time, so he almost always sucks. The rest of the class didn’t know this until Arei made fun of him for being terrible at the game and challenged him to a one-on-one round. Princess Peach never looked more ferocious…Until Arei stole Ace’s remote and wouldn’t give it back until she’d killed his character ten times.

Levi doesn’t play most of the time, but when he does, he lets whoever’s closest to him pick his character. It usually doesn’t matter who he’s playing as, because he’ll probably end up accidentally running off the stage repeatedly or get the jump and punch button confused with each other (He doesn’t play video games a lot).

Teruko plays as Bayonetta, for no reason other than Bayonetta being cool and badass. She’ll usually get really close to winning, only for her controller to run out of batteries at the last second, even if they’d charged it five minutes prior. Or worse, the console overheats and completely shuts down (once it caught on fire). So she, like Levi, also usually just watches.

Eden sometimes plays as Ness, who seems small and cute and innocent until suddenly he’s shouting ‘EAT FIRE!!!!’ in your face over and over again and forever trapping you in his eternal flames. But despite her prowess as Ness, Eden usually chooses whatever characters no one else will pick, because she feels like those characters must feel left out and sad that no one plays as them. But she’ll make them feel better!!! Even if it means losing.

Veronika loves to play as the monster characters, especially Ridley, because Ridley is the scariest. She often will narrate her attacks and give extremely gruesome details about how many bones her opponents have broken and how many organs they’ll have to replace after the fight.

Arturo is often forced to play when Veronika does, and he will play as any hot, pretty character. If he loses, it’s not the beautiful, amazing character’s fault, it’s his. He’ll never understand why Veronika likes playing as the ugly monsters.

Rose likes to play as Jigglypuff, because Jigglypuff always makes characters fall asleep without warning, and looks like a fluffy pillow Rose would like to snuggle. She likes to jokingly blame her terrible sleep schedule on an invisible Jigglypuff that follows her around everywhere.

Min claims video games are a distraction from her studies, but eventually the class persuaded her to play. Before she did, however, she did a fair amount of research on which character would be best for her to choose, and eventually settled on Zelda because she read Zelda had a cool teleporting power.

Whit plays as whatever character he can think of the most puns for. For example, if he were to sneeze right before he picks? “Well, I guess this is a sign that I should pick Pik-achoo!! Get it? Because ‘achoo’ is the sound effect for sneezes in comics and stuff?” “Yes, Whit, now please pick your character already.”

Charles always plays as Dr. Mario, because the character has a respectable profession and therefore, must be the most talented. Charles isn’t very good, since he never played video games as a kid, but Whit calling him various doctor-related, punny nicknames makes up for it (Even if he’d never admit that).

Hu is often the supervisor, trying to make sure no one angrily throws a remote across the room or turns off the console when they’re losing (*cough* Arei *cough*). But when she decides to join a round, she plays as an Animal Crossing villager, because they carry butterfly-catching nets, and she really likes butterflies.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #xander matthews #david cheim #ace markey #arei nageishi #levi fontana #hu jing #veronika grebenshchikova #arturo giles #min jueng #rose lacroix #j rosales #teruko tawaki #nico hakobyan #eden tobisa #charles cuevas #whit young #super smash ultimate

[warringwarrioridiot]

"They was asking for it"

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ASKING FOR?? A BIG FAT BASEBALL BAT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL AT FULL SPEED MAX ISTG

Mfs like this need to take a long walk off of a short cliff cus if I EVER catch them I'm gonna commit some good old fashion homicide.

If you say things like "You should've enjoyed it" or "at least you got some" I'm tracking your IP and shoving ten cacti in your anal hole and/or vagina.

"game is game 🤪"

You need to shut your ketchup stain, Junkrat main, micro brain, aluminium chain, ankle sprain, CHOCOLATE RAIIIIN, with your runny nose dirty toes lick hobos cOwAbUnGa BrOs, Dude, I want you to look at your entire life. All your life choices. And tell me when you had an original idea in your brain. Your ass got kicked out and disowned and you started aggressively tapping the home button on your IPhone "Oh, help. Why is it not working?". YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE IS LIKE A NARUTO FILLER EPISODE, MY BOY! YOUR PRANKS ARE AS REPETITIVE AS THE AD "Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper" YOUR BRAIN IS JUST AS REAL AS THE LOVE YOUR PARENTS HAVE FOR YOU! YOUR GRANDMA GAVE BLING BLING BOY A LAP DANCE FOR PAY DAY. Wait hold on! *Punch punch punch* GIVE ME THE MONEY YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST ROBBED YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST HIT A LICK ON YOUR GRANDMA, HOW DOES THAT FEEL?! SHE POOR AS HELL NOW! YOU PUT A BALLOON ON YOUR HEAD AND THOUGHT IT WAS A DURAG! YOU LIKE RONALD MCDONALD FROM OHIO! "HEYA KID! YOU WANT A BIG MAC?!" WHEN YOU WALK DOWNSTAIRS YOUR WHOLE HOUSE STARTS RUMBLING! YOU BRING THE POWER OF EREN YEAGER AND 37 COLOSSAL TITANS DOWN YOUR STAIRCASE! AFTER YOU EAT DINNER YOU EAT THE PLATE AND THEN YOU EAT THE TABLE AS WELL! CHOMP CHOMP! YOU RENT OUT THE GAP BETWEEN YOU TEETH AS A PARKING SPACE FOR ANTS! YOU LOOK EMO ASF "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! SUFFOCATION! NO BREATHING!" LOOK AT YOUR NOSE YOU HAVE TWO MARIO PIPES COMING OUT OF YOUR HEAD! YAHOO! LET'S A GO! THEY MADE A SEQUEL TO FINDING NEMO BASED OFF YOUR ASS CALLED "LOCATING CHROMOSOMES! IN THEATRES THIS JULY!" YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A RAT LIVING UNDER YOUR BED IN A PRINGLES CAN! YOU POSTED AN INSTAGRAM STORY ABOUT A JAMAICAN CRICKET GIVING YOU A LAP DANCE IN THE BACK OF TOYS R US! YOU TORTURED AN ANT BY TYING HIM TO YOUR BUTTHOLE AND FARTING ON HIM! I HAVE MORE ROASTS YOU KNOW! YOUR GRANDMA IS A DARK SOULS BOSS CALLED "THE WRINKLE!

EW NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THERE IS NO WAY! THAT THIS... OLD ASS FART WRINKLE IS TALKING TO ME IN SUCH A DISRESPECTFUL MANNER. YOU KNOW IT'S ACTUALLY KINDA SAD YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO BE A GRANDPA NOW BUT INSTEAD OF ADVANCING YOUR BIOLOGICAL CHAIN YOU'VE INSTEAD SPENT YOUR DAYS ALONE IN YOUR ROOM READING HITLER MANIFESTOS AND COSPLAYING AS A FUCKIN' NEO NAZI. SO MANY YEARS AND SUCH LITTLE ADVANCEMENT. No seriously! Seriously I find it amusing THAT YOUR PENCIL PENIS DONKEY KONG BARREL BUILT LOOKIN' ASS WOULD ASSUME THAT I EVEN REMOTELY CARE ABOUT A SINGLE ONE. NO NO NO FUCK THAT. A SINGLE SYLLABLE OF THE VERBAL DIARRHEA GARGLE THAT'S COMING OUT OF THE DUSTY SARLAC PIT YOU CONSIDER TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU MY FACE?? YOU WANNA SEE MY FUCKIN' FACE??? BITCH SHOW ME YOUR FUCKIN' HAIRLINE CAUSE I KNOW THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE SPEAKING TO ME RIGHT NOW DRESSED UP AS A GOD DAMN DIABOLICAL BOY SCOUT. NAH LOOK AT THEM TEETH. BOY YOUR TEETH IN CREATIVE MODE. HELL NAH BOY STOP PLAYING YOU TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. BRO THEY GOT FOSSIL RECORDS FOR EACH ONE OF YOUR FAT ROLLS. NAH STOP PLAYING WITH ME BOY I CAN'T TAKE YO ASS SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DRESS UP LIKE A GODDAMN MEDIEVAL TERRORIST. BRO IS ABOUT TO SHOOT UP HIS OLD FOLKS HOME WITH A CROSSBOW AND A FUCKING TREBUCHET. YA YEET DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM! SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP. WHAT THE FUCK? A HE AHHH EEEEE SHUT UP BITCH. YOU WANT ME TO TURN ON MY CAMERA? YO DICK BUILT LIKE A INVERTED BANANA. YO FOREHEAD CRACKED UP LIKE THE AFRICAN SAVANNAH. I CAUGHT YOU AND YO SISTER BUTT NAKED LAST NIGHT. SWEET HOME ALABAMA. FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WHAT IS YOU WEARING WITH YO GODDAMN HONEY WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT? NAH BOY LOOK AT YO ROOM, YO HOUSE DIRTY AS HELL. YOU GOT FOUR SEWER RATS IN YO BATH TUB RIGHT NOW FLOATING ON TOP OF A PIZZA BOX SINGING. "YO HO THIEVES AND BEGGARS". LIKE SHIT, BOY I CAUGHT YOU HAVING AN EMOTIONAL CONVERSATION WITH YO TOE NAIL LAST NIGHT. WE COULD'VE BEEN SUPER STARS REMEMBER WHEN WE AS JACKING CARS. YOU AND YO TOE NAIL WAS GOING TO BE THE DYNAMIC DUO. BITCH YOU WAS GONNA BE IN AMERICA'S GOT TALENT SWINGING THAT SHIT AROUND LIKE A FUCKING BOOMERANG. SHUT YO STUPID ASS UP. BRUH I CAUGHT YOU JACK SPARROW RUNNING AROUND YOUR HOUSE WHILE YOUR DAD WAS TRYING TO BEAT YOU WITH A TOILET PLUNGER LAST NIGHT. COME HERE BOY! SHUT YO ASS UP. BITCH EVERYTIME YOU TAKE A SHIT THE GAME OF THRONES THEME SONG STARTS PLAMMERING IN YO HOUSE.BUM BUA BUM BUDUM BUM. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRUH.

Are you getting mad?

Are you getting mad?

DAMN You getting mad now! Cuz yo Legal name is Ledenhouser Strogenberg. Nah don't be Smiling now boy You ain't slick Boy! I caught you in the locker room after gym class Frantically wiping yo armpits down With a kleenex While tryna smell good For the girls In the hallway. OI ZOINKS! I GOTTA- I GOTTA HURRY UP. SHUT YO ASS UP YOU LIKE A DIABETIC TOASTER STRUDEL. YOU UGLY AHH AS HELL. YOU GOT THEM BIG ASS HUMPTY DUMPTY PANTS ON BRUH. YOU USE A FRUIT ROLL UP AS A BELT TO HOLD UP YO BUNG DU BUNGLA. Shut yo ugly Ass up You got Mineral deposits In your Belly button. You dumb As hell You thought Google drive Was a brand new Taxi service. Bitch yo Grandma Threw a Rage spell On the kitchen floor And started Smacking you with A weiner schnitzel. Shut yo ass up You a Diabolical Special needs Student. Boy you was In the back of a Short bus Maniacally Planning How you was gonna Take over Your school.HMMMMM YEAHHHHHHHHHH It will be MINE! Shut yo Ass up, Boy I caught you Butt Naked Playing gorilla tag With a mouse in your Kitchen. Yo ass Be sliding around The counters Like a paraplegic Frozone. Gotta Catch 'em ALL! Shut yo ass up With yo "I got a feeling Ooooooooo!" Everytime yo Grandpa Tickles yo Butthole. Shut yo Stupid ass up You thought the One chip challenge Was sticking a Hot cheeto Up your buttcrack. Ok! Here we go Everybody! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Shut yo Dirty ass up Get yo ass on bruh.

It's actually so fucking sad these people still exist in 2024.

Istg misogynists and forced birth extremists and rapists are the most atrociously ugliest love-lacking idiots.

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I rest my fucking case, your honor. Kill every single one of these people before I do it myself.

#feminism #warringwarrioridiot #misogynistic people are dumb asf #kill all rapists #end rape #thank you #i rest my case

[jimblejamblewritings]

romeo and...cullen? | part 1.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut 

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 2.0k

(Series Masterlist) 

“Someone tell me again why I can’t move up and be in junior year with Ed, Alice and Jas?” you yelled from the balcony of your room.

The yelling wasn’t necessary. They could all hear you from my balcony if you were at a normal speaking level the same way you could hear them if they were to speak at a normal level.

You were already dressed for school minus makeup, hair and shoes. You walked casually to your bathroom and opened up the various drawers to get your supplies. Your amber eyes looked extra gold this morning, evidence of last night’s family hunt, the black wings from the liner making them even more gold. You pulled the latest lipstick you bought from the store and swatched it on the back of your hand, grimacing as you looked at the ugly shade of pink against your skin.

Not that funny, Ed. you thought as Edward’s laughter could be heard from across the hall in his room. He was laughing louder on purpose just so you would be sure to hear it.

You wiped the lipstick off of your hand and picked up a different shade. You figured you’d just give the pink to Alice, everything looked good on her skin. Racing down the stairs at vamp speed, you went straight to the refrigerator. You hummed contently to yourself while looking in the fridge. Esme had stocked up on food and even made some biscuits. You warmed up two biscuits and after spreading butter on them sat down at the kitchen island.

“Ugh, (Y/F/N), how can you eat that stuff?”

“You know Rose, we were all human at one point. I seem to remember you liking this stuff,” you said, waving around a piece of biscuit. You set the food down and picked up the cup of blood, putting the straw to your lips.

“Still, it tastes like shit now.”

You shrugged. Something felt like you should eat. Blood was just needed for basic body functions, a single cup in the morning was probably enough to survive. Food was what really got you going for energy and even strength. Carlisle thinks it has something to do with how you were bitten. You, personally, don’t care enough to figure out why.

“It’s cause baby Cullen’s a weird one.” Emmett ruffled your hair as he spoke. “And you’re a sophomore because you look like one, you were turned at sixteen. Deal with it. Besides, now we get to stay here a little bit longer.”

“Hands off the curls, bro.”

You pushed his hand away. You already knew that being younger was a benefit for the whole family but it was still annoying. Senior year and you’d be without your siblings.

“Alright, I’ll catch you all at school. Dad asked me to drop off these files to Chief Swan.”

“Chief Swan? What does he want from Carlisle?” Emmett asked downing the leftover blood in the cup.

“Files. Something to do with the animal attacks around Washington, they’re coming closer to Forks you know. I think Carlisle’s been looking at the bodies. I’ll catch you at school, which I will be late for if I don’t drop off the files now.”

You pulled up to the Swan’s residence to see a beat-up, burnt orange truck.

“Hey Chief, I didn’t know you got a new car,” You said, getting out of your Mercedes convertible, the top down on this oddly clear Forks’ day. Your nose scrunched a little at the slight hint of wet-dog smell.

“Hey, (Y/F/N). This ride’s not mine, it’s for…”

“It’s uh, my ride.” A pale girl got out of the driver’s seat.

“Right! They’ve been talking about the chief’s daughter coming back to town. Isabella, right?” you extended a hand.

“Just Bella.”

“Bella, got it. Then call me just (Y/N)… and you would be?” you turned your attention to a tan boy standing slightly awkwardly to the side.

“Jacob, Jacob Black.”

“Nice to meet you, Jacob.”

You ignored the glare you could feel from a man in a wheelchair who you could only assume was Jacob’s father. Black. You knew that name well. The faint wet dog was definitely coming off the old man and his chair.

“Well, I’m just here to drop off these,” you said, handing Charlie the files.

“Good, the station will be pleased to see these. One step closer to figuring things out. Tell your dad I said thanks.”

“Will do Chief Swan. You need a ride to school, Bella?”

“I don’t start till tomorrow.”

“Alright, then. Swans, Blacks. I wish you a good day, I’m off to class.”

“Need a pass?”

“From the chief of police? Anything to get out of study hall, thanks Chief.” You waited for him to write up a letter for the office and then sped away to Forks High School.

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“I call shotgun!” you sped downstairs as fast as you could.

“Too late,” Jasper said smugly as he closed the passenger door to Emmett’s Jeep.

“Whatever, I’ll just ride with Edward,” you muttered, slinking over to the silver Passat.

“Am I that bad, (Y/N)?”

“No, you just drive reckless.”

Edward smirked as he drove out the garage and onto the main road. The drive was quiet. When it’s Edward and you, it’s always quiet. People wouldn’t think you two were the closest in the house based on first glance but the two of y’all just existed in the silence.

He reminded you so much of your actual older brother, it was scary how alike they could be in personality. He knows that and you were pretty sure that’s why Ed stuck so close.

Edward and you walked with Alice to your first class of AP English. The most the Cullens could swing was getting you into a few advanced classes with the juniors but you were still a sophomore. English went the same as it always does. Mr. Varner’s teaching style never changed.

Lunch rolled around and you met up with the rest of your siblings outside, ready to walk into the cafeteria. Sometimes it was aggravating looking at them all coupled up, like they had to show everyone their affection as they walked to lunch. Edward threw an arm over your shoulder and smiled as you looked up at him.

“We can be alone together, (Y/N).”

“I really wish you couldn’t read my thoughts, it’s getting old.”

“Give it a couple more decades, maybe it’ll get old to me too.”

“Whatever, Eddie. Let’s just head inside, I’m absolutely starving.”

Edward clutched your shoulder a little tighter as you walked in. You reached up to grab his hand and gave it a soft squeeze. The cafeteria could be overwhelming for Ed, too many unadulterated teenage thoughts running wild; and, he struggled to filter it all out sometimes.

“The Cullens. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen’s foster kids. It’s been going around Mrs. Cullen can’t have kids, so they’ve taken to adoption.”

Your ears pricked up at the mention of your names. No one really talked about your family like that anymore after two years, gossip’s no longer interesting. You looked out of the corner of my eye to find the source of the voice. Jessica and her friends, including Bella. You tuned in intrigued as to what they had to say; it seemed the rest of your siblings felt the same way. All of you purposely walked a little slower just for effect, Emmett and Rosalie leading the way.

“They’re all like together. Rosalie, the blonde one, yeah she’s with the big one, Emmett. Like a thing.”

“Jess, they’re not actually related,” Angela quickly interjected.

“Yeah I know, but it’s still kinda weird don’t you think? Anyway, the small dark-haired girl Alice is with Jasper. He’s the one that always looks like he’s in pain.”

You heard Emmett snort, trying to contain his laughter, at Jessica’s comment about Jasper.

“Dr. Cullen’s like this foster dad matchmaker.”

Well, Jess wasn’t too wrong on that.

“Maybe, he’ll adopt me,” Angela said.

“What about him?” Bella asked.

“Edward? Totally hot, supposedly single.”

“He’s not with her?” Bella must’ve been talking about you.

You unlocked your fingers from Edward’s and he removed his arm from your shoulder with a quickness, both of you disgusted. Maybe it would’ve appeared like you heard them but in that moment neither of you cared. Honestly, humans don’t notice that well anyway.

“Oh no. Just really close. I’ve heard that they’re actually related, half-siblings or something. No one really knows. No, Edward’s completely single. No one here seems good enough for him. Don’t waste your time.”

You pushed Edward’s shoulder as you sat down. He was laughing gently, remembering his less than gentle way of shutting Jess down.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You heard Bella say.

“And that’s (Y/F/N). Youngest Cullen, she’s actually a sophomore. Also single, not like every guy hasn’t tried. Her brothers seem to stop anything before a guy can even get close to her. She keeps to herself just like the rest of them.”

“Really? She seemed nice the other day.”

“You talked to (Y/F/N) Cullen?” Mike asked while Jessica and Angela just stared in shock.

“She just came to drop something off to my dad but yeah, she offered to give me a ride to school.”

Bella gave you a small wave that you decided to return much to the shocked looks of her friend. It was the Cullens turn to look at you crazy. You just shrugged your shoulders and got up to get food, watching Bella, Jessica and Tyler get up and move towards the lunch line as well.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey Bella. Jessica, Tyler.” you nodded at the two behind her. They both mumbled out their own ‘hey Y/N’ as if surprised you would even speak to them.

“How’s your first day been, Bells?”

“Alright, only three classes left. Barely survived gym but other than that, alright.”

“That’s good. Listen, my family will have my head if I don’t get back to our table but we should do something this weekend. Maybe catch a film or something? Not much to do in Forks, you know.”

“Yeah, uh, yeah, seems good,” Bella stuttered.

“Cool, oh my sister will probably want to join us knowing Alice. I’ll let you know, I guess. Catch you later.”

You strolled back to my table munching on the chips from the tray. Perk to being a vampire, you could eat all the junk food you want and never gain weight or anything.

“You want to spend time with her? The Swan girl?” Edward asked when you sat back down.

“Maybe she’s actually interesting, be nice to know someone at this school besides you guys.”

The rest of your family scoffed as you stuffed your face with the few chips left on the plate.

You were exiting the front doors of the school when you saw a silver Volvo zip out the parking lot at the speed of light.

“Edward, what the hell?!” you asked when he picked up the phone after the fourth time calling. He didn’t say anything but a weak sorry and hung up on me.

“Come on (Y/N), I’ll even let you ride shotgun.” Jasper walked by. You followed him and walked towards Emmett’s car.

“Seriously, Ed a heads up would’ve been nice. Thanks for fucking leaving me!” You yelled as you entered the house.

“He’s not here,” Esme said, coming from wherever she was in the house.

“What do you mean he’s not here, mom? He sped out of the parking lot with a vengeance where else would he go?”

“He stopped by briefly. All he said was La Tua Cantante.”

You stopped in your tracks. For now, you decided to drop it. You figured you could forgive him for leaving  if it had to do with his mate.

(Part 2)...

#jacob black x reader #twilight fic

[andsheoverthinks]

on femcels and women's right to be horny (and have feelings in general)

i understand how being voluntarily celibate can be empowering especially for het women, but both men and women are in denial and believe women cannot be involuntarily celibate, even though the person who started the term was a woman named Alana. unfortunately now Alana's movement isn't about shy late bloomers, it's about stupid misogynist hateful serial killer rapist men. i hate that they took this term away from women.

why does everyone talk about Elliot Rodger but not Christine Chubbuck? why is a hateful misogynist serial killer tragic and overanalyzed and moralized and even worshipped while a sad, lonely woman who killed herself unimportant? in fact, many of the comments on a post about her suicide call her ugly or a horrible person, or worse, say they want to see the video, even asking where they can watch it. women's pain isn't real, it's just entertainment.

the way people talk about women's experience of romance and sexuality is very isolating for me. there's this belief that all women are swimming in dick and lusty DMs and men willing to drop everything for us and someone asked us to prom in high school and it's not true. i wish we could have more discussions about women who are late bloomers, women who are horny and unwanted and undesirable, women who are seen as below 'normal women' in a patriarchial society. if you aren't desirable, men may not see you as a sexual utility but they will still see you as free therapy, free to offload work on, and a resource to 'practice on' to learn to court and charm 'real women.' men ask for my number to pick my brain and drain me. to ask me to do their thinking and their work for them.

ugly women are invisible. sometimes this invisibility to men (and women) keeps me safe around them. sometimes it makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry because i've felt so inconsequential my whole life. like sometimes people see right through me.

i am not even that fucking ugly! i am black, and i'm flat chested with no ass, and my face is a little asymmetrical, and my top teeth need braces so i have a better bite, but i'm not even that fucking ugly! i dress nice, and i wear makeup (sorry radfems, i'm weaning myself off), and i smell nice! i'm not even that fucking ugly! i have reverse body dysmorphia or something. i look in the mirror when i've feeling like shit, and think wow, i'm actually kind of cute. would i get followers on social media? no. but i'm not even that fucking ugly.

it's deadly to your self-esteem to know that men would fuck anything and you're below anything. you are not just a woman, which is an object, you are a defective object. it's hard to talk about this because people see sexual exploitation as wrong, but don't care about emotional exploitation. when men aren't sexually active, it's a crisis and we have to talk about legalizing prostitution because women are resources not people, when women aren't sexually active, it doesn't matter because women don't have needs and feelings. especially as a black woman, i am expected to give give give. the only reason my body is not one of things i'm expected to give is because no one wants it. everything else? give give give. ever read the giving tree?

and everyone says well if it bothers u so much there has to be a guy willing to fuck you (use you as masturbation sleeve) somewhere in the world! after all u are warm body w pussy someone will come along to use u as blowup sex doll! go on tinder and sell ur body for $3.50 coffee! you want to have mutally enjoyable sex with someone who cares about you and maybe loves you and doesn't just see u as wet holes w legs? fuck you, uppity bitch! no wonder you're single!

u tried asking men out? they said no? well u must have went for 6 foot 9 figures 12 inch dick man? is that right? no? ofc you did, lying bitch!

no one would ever say this shit to a man. keep your head up bro! these hoes ain't loyal! lemme tell u what, take a shower and get a job and the bitches be flocking to u! i was just like u bro, then i met my hot wife! get ur passport and get out this country, these modern women are ran-through bitches, find urself a submissive traditional woman from (insert Slavic or Asian country).

the idea of femcels, especially dissatisfied femcels, makes terminally online men so so angry. because it suggests that women do have feelings and needs. and we shouldn't. femcels are transgressive. we're not supposed to exist. even funnier, it suggests that some of them whining and raving, have actually been turning down perfectly good women who don't fit their porn-informed standards.

if i say i want to have a romantic experience at least once before i die, i'll be told i'm just brainwashed or dick-struck (never seen one in real life) or some other kind of delusional. you don't really need it. you don't really want it. what is with the obsession of forcing women into self-denial? nothing tastes as good as skinny feels! stop fantasizing about getting to have a sloppy makeout session, you don't really want it. of course women are better than men at reducing their carbon footprint, we're used to limiting our consumption.

but it's not true, i fucked myself up already believing i didn't deserve to experience desire and have a sexuality because i was too ugly and you're not pushing me back there again. being horny is my right, i'm human too.

#ranting #femcel #female hysteria #radfem #radfems do touch #i'm not even that fucking ugly #desirability politics #desirability #misogyny #tw suicide

[sarahhillips]

This Just In, We’re Back to Libertys Kids While Higher Than Ben Franklins Kite

New York New York

Gotta be one of my favorites because of how smooth that guy was

Why isn’t this the national anthem? I want someone singing this before every football game

American history but make it so sugarcoated that everyone gets diabetes

Mom I like your friends house

Black Dick, your telescope sir

James that collar looks great, stop whining and be the queen you are

James is like fuck she’s conservative af too

Omg that cute yankee soldiers looking at me ☺️

I’m just gonna get out if this march to try an get some

James should have started cackling after her ‘I’m English’ comment. It would make Udneys comeback way smoother.

“I give you my strong arm for your protection” “BRO WTF GET BACK IN LINE”

Almost got it Udney.

“Can I come?” “NO”

Strategy is important

“This is a PAID internship” “Ok hell ya”

“What do they know about running a country?” Mrs. Radcliffe spitting facts.

Whot are you doin in ma swamp?

They really let Henri get snatched like that 

“Because they can’t fly” Damn

“General Howe is welcome to him” DAMN

Henri wtf

Henri blew up the Sept, not Cersei

“I found Ugly and he told me what happened.”

Welp, the British have New York

Black Dick took Manhatten.

One Life To Lose

Ah yes, this was when they saw a nice man get hanged for creepin’

I feel like the sound of his neck snapping and the sight of his limp body would make Sarah faint if they were ballsy enough to include that

Wow these dudes were fat

And the proof is in the pudding

Oy the drunkin sailor be back

Sarah is so bored

The Brits are stealing American men

The old man was like “Get tf out of here”

Nathan cuts in so randomly it does not feel natural.

She did the full curtsy for him

Mr. Hale so hot he’s got all the girls curtsying.

Nathan, why are you telling them all this?

Sarah is totally flirting with him.

So wait, Admiral Howe and General Howe are different people

God damn it how did I not know this

They’re spying on a spy. The irony

Nathan WTF

Don’t tell me this is actually how he got caught is it

There come these three stooges

I think James has been kidnapped way more than Sarah could ever be despite her damsel in distress demeanor

Nathan is ballsy af

James said I’m staying

Sarah said I’m gonna hitchhike.

Here it comes ya’ll

“He’s actually quite gracious and cultured when you get to know him.” Ok Jane Austin.

And now they’re Hillips shippers

“So, when is the big day?” And then it transitions to them years later at the alter, Sarah wearing a nice green dress with gold butterflies and a veil and James in a nice blue suit with a hat, and you hear the priest say ‘I pronounce thee Man and Wife.’

“Anyways, Nathan’s hangin out with the redcoats today.”

These men are so burning in hell for how they treated these people

They wouldn’t even draw in a noose

The sight of Nathan at the gallows causing Sarah to cling to James’ arm tho

Alright James time to write this article

Captain Molly

Ok but an episode where Henri accidentally joins a mafia

THE JAM STAYS

Ben be going on another cruise

Sarah’s insulted Washington won’t let her come

And here comes Molly

Henri giving off autistic vibes here

Rosemary, that is French silk you crotch goblin

Damn Molly

“Sarah, she’s English!”

“I don’t ask permission to do nothin’!” Sarah, let those words inspire your character.

Dad Moses mode activated

James got passionate there

You can forget about those eight to ten kids Molly

Well Sarah now you’re seeing a lil bit about why King George is evil

They brought in tHe bagpipes for their funerals.

I’m surprised the redcoats didn’t hold all those women and children hostage.

James is so happy Sarah’s alive

Molly was another woman school didn’t teach me about.

American Crisis

Henri has a soldiers spirit

Moses you’re too calm about Henri running away

Traveling by ship must have been mentally trying for everyone.

These dudes are not ok

Henri 😭

When a little French boy smelling of onions sneaks into your camp in a barrel.

Thomas Paine is back 🩷

Writers block is a bitch

Do you think Paine would like the movie Soul

“We’re walking to Philadelphia.”

Omg Moses no

A printing press is large enough to bone on. Just saying.

Tom said “I will beat yo ass in with this log.”

Imagine putting all those letters together by hand

“Hold your breeches”

#sarah phillips #libertys kids #james hiller #american history #liberty's kids #henri lefebvre #george washington #thomas paine #moses #ben franklin #john adams

[malachiexists13]

Would I Punch This Character?: [KNY] Uppermoon Edition

These are based on the little info I have so, maybe update post sometime in the future. Also I know I didn’t do Nakime but shhhhhhhhhh. 

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Uppermoon 6: Kaigaku 

Opinion: Apparently the male demons are meant to be ugly but this dude proves that wrong. But also loserr lmaoo. Imagine challenging Koku to a fight and then LOSING and then deciding to serve under grandpa mcgee over there. He’s also the reason Zenitsu doesn’t HAVE a grandpa anymore! 

Conclusion: Yes. Beat his bitch ass. 

Uppermoon 6: Daki 

Opinion: You can just TELL she’s mean by the way she smiles. Annoying as fuck too. Like, spoiled brat much? AND SHALLOW TOO- Not a fan, especially of how I’ve seen some people take the way she dresses as the cue to sexualize her. Ya’ll do realize that she’s still mentally a 13yr old girl, right? 

Conclusion: I am not above punching a child. Especially if that child annoys me. Just don’t tell Gyutaro.  

Uppermoon 6 (real): Gyutaro 

Opinion: I know he’s meant to be ugly. And he is, don’t get me wrong. But like, it just works for him. He’s ugly, but he’s so ugly that he’s attractive, you feel me? But also everytime I look at him, all I can think of is that one scene in the Entertainment District when he’s petting Tanjiro’s hand and without any context or dialogue, it seems kinda sweet, but then Gyutaro reaches down, grabs Tanjiro’s hand and just fucking snaps two of his fingers and start maniacally laughing. Like bro, you ruined the moment!!

 Conclusion: Bro, he’ll break my fucking hand. I need that to draw and write. 

Uppermoon 5: Gyokko 

Opinion: I don’t know what the fuck I just looked at. Put it back in the pot. He’s the supporting argument to the “male demons in kny are hideous” claim, what the fuck. WHY ARE THERE MOUTHS WHERE HIS EYES SHOULD BE?? WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A TERRIFYING MERMAID?? 

Conclusion: I do not want to touch that with a 100ft pole. Burn it. 

Uppermoon 4: Hantengu 

Opinion: Idk much about him? He has like, split personality or something. 

Conclusion: Eh. Sure, why not. Might die in the process but at least I’ll get to say I punched upper 4 for no reason. 

Uppermoon 3: Akaza 

Opinion: Basketball lookin’ ass. Like cool, he respects women, he has a wife, he looks like a basketball, he killed Rengoku, anything else? He hates Doma? He refuses to eat women and exclusively eats men? Sounds kinda gay to me /j 

Conclusion: He’d punch me back and then I’d die. 

Uppermoon 2: Doma 

Opinion: Imma get flammed but I don’t hate Doma, nor do I love him. Like, I do not give a fuck that he eats women or lacks emotion. Like cool, he’s a sociopath, he grew up in a fucking cult what do you expect? Also Daki and the swamp demon eat women too so if we gonna judge Doma, judge them too. The swamp demon SPECIFICALLY eats 16yr olds. But yeah. Equality. Don’t judge someone for the circumstances of their childhood. And if you judge one demon for eating women, judge all who dared to eat a woman. 

Conclusion: He’d call me a bully but.. Sure. Gotta test out the new metal bat (with nails!) on someone, right? 

Uppermoon 1: Kokushibo 

Opinion: He’s the prettiest one, out of the men. But also, a cannibal. Like, (dunno if this is true or not, but I’ve heard it enough times to joke about it-) apparently (hear that? apparently. IT MIGHT NOT BE TRUE AND I AM NOT SAYING IT IS.) Kokushibo will eat the demons who dare to challenge him for his position after beating them. Like bro, wtf, first you destroy their pride, then you take their life?? Nom nom I guess. But I also like to headcanon that he has multiple eyes covering his face because Muzan didn’t wanna be reminded of Yoriichi in any way. And I use him as an example against Muzan’s shit behavior. So thank you, Koku, for existing. 

Conclusion: The fuck? I think he’s pretty but I don’t simp hard to want him to EAT ME. BECAUSE HE PROBABLY WOULD IF I HIT HIM. 

Demon King: Muzan Kibutsuji 

Opinion: Ya’ll, it’s the ultimate Grandpa! Grandpa McGee!!!! Haha.. I hate him. I don’t like people who take advantage of others for their own selfish gain. Especially when they’re emotionally vulnerable. Fuck you, Muzan. 

Conclusion: I MIGHT HAVE TO GO MEET GOD BUT I DON’T FEAR THE CONSEQUENCES. BEAT HIS BITCH ASS. JUSTICE FOR LITERALLY EVERYONE HE KILLED, EVEN IF THEY DESERVED IT. THEY HAD TO SEE HIS FACE BEFORE THEY DIED, HOW UNFORTUNATE. 

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#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #uppermoons #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #kny kokushibo #kny doma #kny akaza #kny hantengu #kny gyokko #kny gyutaro #kny daki #kny kaigaku #i almost wrote dabi instead of daki #my inner mha fan is showing #also take nothing i said here as complete fact #these posts are not meant to be serious #its just a funny little way to share my opinions #also new format yay #might not stay tho im lazy

[just-some-random-blogger]

When We Cross

There are those that prefer travelling with a partner, be it for companionship or their inability to ask for ketchup by themselves. To Pedro, that person was you.

Pedro Pascal x Reader | >700 | cw: fem!reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: im trying a new layout for the description and i cant tell if its ugly or im just too used what i normally do. oh well

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

You know what would be really nice? A sundae.

Pedro makes a mental note to bring this up after he's gotten to the meetup place.

He makes a sound as he walks down the block. It's a balmy day, nearing the borderline of sweltering. It was manageable to him though. He huffs as he thinks of how sweaty you'd probably be.

Pedro makes a face at the people walking in front of him.

Can these people walk any slower. Like, bro? I've got places to be.

He adjusts the straps of his bags as he overtakes the people in front of him.

He huffs as he reaches the end of the street. A grumble leaves his lips when the pedestrian light goes red the moment his feet touch the curb. The people he overtook are now behind him. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Pedro brings his hands into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and takes a moment to look at his lockscreen. It's you and him. He can't help the way his lips curve at the sight of it. He really liked this photo. He liked that dress on you and the way you did your hair. He also liked the fact you were licking his cheek. Weirdo.

He licks his lips and tells himself not to think about that day too much, lest he combust on the sidewalk.

His phone dings in his hand: BRO WHERE ARE YOU?

Pedro presses the message quickly replies: almost there :P

Another ding: ?? you mean 😛

Another ding: also HURRY THE FUCK UP

Pedro does not reply and crosses the street instead. As he clutches his bag, his mind drifts to the healthy amount of times you and him crossed the street. He imagines the straps were your fingers in this moment. He feels fuzzy. It's not the same though. Why did you have to be so far away?

He weaves through the crowd and passes a bunch of people seated in the outdoor tables of a café, laughing their heads off. His eyes linger for a moment then he cringes.

Was everyone that loud in cafés? Us too? Geez.

Pedro makes sure his bag doesn't bump into a street light. In doing so, he turns right and catches sight of a drugstore. He thinks of the last time you went to a drugstore together. You raided their first aid section and bought all the cartoon band aids. And well, to be fair, there were only 3 boxes.

He chuckles to himself as he thinks about how you wore a whole purple band aid on your cheek as a pimple patch.

"Cute," he mutters as he watches where he steps on the pavement.

Finally, he's arrived.

He walks into the mall and immediately spots the impeccably impatient woman pacing around just by the entrance.

Pedro walks over to her, "I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry it took so long. These stupid fucks walk so slow."

"Yeah, it's totally not your fault that you woke up late at-"

"It was five minutes!"

"HA! You mean five hours!"

They begin to argue in Spanish. Eyes are rolled. Lips are pressed in annoyance.

"Whatever!" Pedro finally sasses, raising a hand.

She sasses back, "ugly," she grabs her carry on luggage and they begin to walk off. She motions to the department store on her left, "you should buy a bar."

Pedro glances where she points. He sees the chocolates on display then eyes her hotly.

She raises a brow and shrugs, "a reason to call."

"Quit it," he blurts.

"What?"

Pedro begins to get annoyed.

"You clearly need one, Pedrito."

"I said q uit it."

She groans, "just do it. If you didn't want to, you'd have changed your wallpaper by now."

"I did."

She scoffs and raises her palm in expectation.

Pedro turns away from his annoying sibling. He regrets loving her so much. If he didn't, maybe he'd have bolted and left her all by herself.

"Gimme it. Now," his sister snarls.

He rubs his moustache. She punches his arm.

He releases a breath. He gives her his phone even with the knowledge it will be extremely bad for him.

She opens it once its in her hands. She stops in her tracks when she sees the photo. Pedro manages two steps before he realizes this. He turns to his baby sister and she pouts.

She lowers the phone. Her brother really did change the wallpaper. It used to be a photo of you, now it's a photo of you and him. "Pedro..."

Pedro waits for her to say something more. She only frowns and repeats, "ay, Pedro."

He shrugs, " 's what it is."

She hands him back his phone. They keep walking.

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[hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji]

Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 25 - Christmas Special 3/3

prompt: Sebastian bears an awful resemblance to someone held near. Pick a character and let them realise this!

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

📌Because I ended up not being able to participate in quite a lot of prompts lately, I decided to put together a 3 part little story for 23rd, 24th, and 25th of December, each chapter inspired by that day's prompt. I tried incorporating as many characters as I could <3 I hope you enjoy!! I hope I can keep up writing after Christmas though <3 these prompts have been amazing, and it's been so much fun participating <3

Summary: On Christmas Day, the Phantomhives host a special Christmas Dinner. This year, it's even more special than they anticipated... as memories of Vincent flood everyone's minds. CW: kuroshitsuji spoilers (if you don't know about o!ciel and r!ciel, do not read this 3 parter!!), mentions death, suicide, anatomy study, workhouses - please be careful if you are easily triggered by real events that happened in the past. oh, if you don't ship Vincent/Undertaker, please don't send hate <3 it's just a fleeting mention, but still <3

“What…” Sebastian and Ciel stood in the dining room, forty minutes before the annual Christmas Dinner was set to begin.

The decorations that the servants, along with Agni and Prince Soma, had put together were………..

Interesting.

It was all made of paper and glittering glue. Tanaka had tried to show everyone the best way to create Christmas crafts to decorate everything – but the servants weren’t the greatest at following orders.

Amidst well presented art made by Tanaka were some that were… either plain ugly, burned to a crisp, or confusing imitations of Christmas trees.

Sebastian hoped they were Christmas trees, at least…

Oh, and the Undertaker had shown up early to the party, inviting himself to aid in the Christmas crafts to add some “festive skulls” to the decorations – of course, because why not?

Prince Soma had also taken it upon himself to change the way the table had been carefully prepared by Mey-Rin, removing all chairs for everyone to sit on cushions on the floor, and removing the “confusing amounts of cutlery”. How Prince Soma had managed to find a low enough table that housed over 14 people, no one knew. Not even Agni.

“He looks positively pale. That means we succeeded in what dear Finnian called the ‘wow’ factor,” the Undertaker said with an air of sarcasm only Ciel and Sebastian seemed to pick up on. The glares they sent his way only made the Undertaker fall into a fit of laughter.

“My lord, I will immediately change–“

“Don’t.” Ciel interrupted his butler. He sighed. “Despite what I might think of the decorations… it does incorporate the culture and personalities of everyone at the estate including the varieties of guests we’re serving. Christmas doesn’t belong to aesthetics. It belongs to the people. Just leave it. Spend the time double checking the food is… up to standards though. I’m starving.” Ciel turned to leave, but paused to add a quick: “Focus on the desert, actually.”

Sebastian sighed. This Christmas was definitely not running the smooth, traditional way it usually did. Then again, what else did he really expect at the Phantomhive estate?

“I think he liked our decorations,” Finny whispered to the others with glee.

Shaking his head, Sebastian left them to their joy to double check Agni had saved the food.

…

“He acts awfully fatherly, doesn’t he?” Ronald pointed out. He and his red dressed reaper partner were on their way to give William the… (sort of) bad news.

The holidays were a time when reapers had to work overtime. For a full 24 hours, they had to deal with suicides (this was not on Ronald’s pay-roll, only certain reapers were allowed to handle these), murders, starvations, people freezing to death, and other freak accidents (a lot of people die from candles, surprisingly)… Normally, there was a night shift. But with the added family drama humans often brought to the holidays, the night shift also had to work 24 hours alongside the day shift.

“Who?” Grelle asked.

With three more hours to go, things were starting to calm down. When Ronald and Grelle walked through the office, people weren’t running around with papers and bloody scythes anymore. People were starting to clean up instead, or slumping down in their chairs with a hot beverage to calm down.

Ronald pitied the reapers that had to take first shift in the morning after all these hours – but this was the life of a reaper. They had to suck it up.

“That demon of his. Of Phantomhive’s.”

“If you ask me, it only shows what good potentials he would have as a husband,” Grelle said simply, smirking.

“You want children?”

“If they’re mine I wouldn’t quite hate them so much,” Grelle scolded. “If they were mine, they would have impeccable taste and not shout so much. Obviously.”

Shaking his head at Grelle’s words, Ronald refrained from commenting on it. Truth be told, Ronald could see her being quite a good mother. There was empathy and gentleness hidden away behind a façade of craziness.

Though… that was not what either reaper should be focused on anyway, because they had just reached William T. Spears’ office door. Preparing themselves for the scolding of a life time, they opened the door to find their supervisor hunched over his table, paper everywhere from table to floor to even one stuck on the ceiling, and with his hair a complete mess. The long shift had taken a toll on him too, it seemed.

Which most likely only meant the scolding was going to be ten times worse.

“Ehm…” Grelle pushed Ronald ahead, forcing him to take point on the bad news. “Mister Spears, sir. We uh… We just came back from London-“

“Yes?” William snapped, lifting his gaze from piles of papers to try and locate a report in Ronald’s hands. Upon not seeing one, his eyes narrowed into anger which was dangerously murderous.

“Uh – Well, you see… Those uh, workhouse children you asked us to reap?”

“Yes?” Despite only speaking so few words, it was crystal clear what William still meant. Honestly, it was a gift that he could portray so much with just the inclination of tone… and glares…

Hurry it up, Knox, I have work to finish.

“Uh, we didn’t get their souls. The demon – Sebastian Michaelis – got in the way… We did, however, get some other souls that took their place if that’s-“

“What?” William straightened up behind his desk. “What do you mean he interfered? We- We would have known if he was going to! Those children were set for death, we were not told of any inclinations of possible fate twisting changes-”

Standing up, William began rummaging through the mess on his desk, lifting papers, throwing some to the floor even, to try and find what he was looking for.

It was madness, really. William T. Spears was never disorganised.

“William, darling,” Grelle piped up, stepping up beside Ronald with a less crazy look in her eyes than she usually had around Will. “Have you allowed yourself even a second’s break?”

“What does that have to do with the – There,” William found what he was looking for, apparently, and lifted one folder for him to read through. “Six souls, aged between 6 and 10…”

Then it got quiet.

“They’re not deceased?” William asked again for clarification.

“No, sir.”

“None of them?”

“None.”

William flopped back down into his chair, folder falling to the floor as he let out such an exhausted sigh that it looked like he had given up on life – again.

“It’s not in the report. Which means Sebastian acted upon a nature which was not predicted by fate, which indicates it even goes against demon nature… Those are four separate reports for me to fill in after work, not to mention the two reports I will have to write taking your statements, then write up a full conclusion of my own investigation as I go down there-“

“William,” Grelle interrupted. “That’s impossible for you to do all alone after this shift.” She walked up to him, noting he was still listing reports and documents he needed to take care of because of this one incident under his breath, not listening to her.

He was beyond exhausted. He was getting delirious.

“William…”

“No, you cannot help. There is a Christmas dinner being served for all who have participated in this long shift.” The words ‘you both should go, I’ll handle this’ were not said, but it was heavily implied.

“William, darling, you do so much for us all…” Grelle tried with a frown, earning nothing more but a shake of his head. Approaching him, she sat down on the arm rest of his office chair, wrapping herself around him, arm around his shoulders. William didn’t budge, not even leaning away from her to try and recover some personal space.

It was both an act of affection from Grelle, and her making good use of this version of William so she could have some intimacy… But it was mainly a testament to William’s exhaustion. If William had been feeling alright, he would have pushed further, moved away from Grelle’s attempts to let her help him.

“How about, we give you a break not for you, but for someone else?” That sentence was entirely confusing, even for Ronald. Both male reapers glanced at Grelle in confusion. Gently, she brushed some stray strands of hair away from William’s face, an act normally not needed should the supervisor be feeling like himself. “If you can’t take a break for yourself, then take a break for someone else…” That didn’t clarify it either. “Besides, you have to go there anyway to investigate the premises and search for that demon.”

…

Apologising profusely, Mey-Rin wobbled up the ladder. Her glasses were fogging up from the sheer anxiety… But she soon calmed down when Agni remained gently smiling at her, doing nothing more but climb the second ladder to assist her.

The entrance hall to the Phantomhive Manor was huge. Literally. It was a testament to the wealth of the Phantomhives, and a testament to the dramatic flair of a certain demon who had “helped” rebuild it.

Of course, the servants and everyone else didn’t know about the latter part.

Its grandness meant that the walls were extremely tall, perfect for fitting large portraits of long lost family relatives onto it; watching over the going-ons in what used to be their domain.

One such portrait was that of Earl Vincent Phantomhive, the previous head of the family before Ciel.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Mey-Rin whispered to the portrait. “Twas all my fault, I’m too clumsy.”

In harmony, Agni and Mey-Rin lifted the long line of tinsel up and stuffed it back behind the top corners of the portrait. Around the entire hall, Christmas decorations were put up high up to create a flair of glistening beauty as a welcome to the guests. Mey-Rin had… somehow… tripped and let one plate fly up into the air, only for it to bring the decorations down with it.

Agni had been present, catching Mey-Rin before she fell face first onto the floor, before then proceeding to help her fix the decorations.

“There we are,” Agni calmly said, “all fixed again, and no one will ever know anything even occurred here.”

Yet, despite being done, both stayed up on the ladders, staring at the portrait. It was immaculately done, with details only the finest of artist, or closest of friend, would have known existed on Vincent’s face.

“He looked like a kind gentleman,” Agni eventually said. His voice echoed against the walls, but no one paid it any attention. All guests were currently in the dining hall, enjoying the peculiar decorations, the fine food and each other’s company. Even Ciel had been seen cracking a smile from time to time when Elizabeth said something – that in and of itself was a Christmas Miracle, truly.

“I wish I could have known him… I bet it woulda gladdened the Earl plenty if someone could tell stories about his dad,” Mey-Rin pondered.

“Tanaka could, no?”

“Tanaka does, but… There’s something between the two of them. I can’t tell what, but sometimes it feels like Tanaka doesn’t want to remind Ciel of the past, even the good stuff.”

“It can be painful sometimes… To know the good will never come back.” Agni sighed. “I see it in my prince’s eyes sometimes. He does not want to go back home, but he does miss it… I know he does.”

“But there’s new good things here,” Mey-Rin said.

“Yes.” Agni smiled at that, offering an appreciative smile toward the maid. “And that is the case for your master too.” Slowly, the two started heading down the ladder again. “I heard he spent the afternoon helping the poor.”

“Yes he did indeed, sir. My master is the kindest. He took us all in too, even if we were… not exactly the best of servants.” Done on the marble floor once more, the two continued to stare up at the portrait. “I wish he could have something other than a portrait of the good times, I do.”

“He has a great Khansama. Actually…” Both servants suddenly cocked their heads to the side, realisation hitting them both. “His Khansama looks a little like…”

“Yes,” a third voice said, “so you’ve noticed it too?”

…

“That was mighty kind of you, sir,” Ronald praised, stuffing his mouth full with leftover stuffing.

“You are meant to eat that with the turkey – Oh why do I bother? You’re going to do whatever you want anyway,” William sighed, rolling his eyes.

He, Grelle and Ronald were perched atop the church roof once more. Down below them, Christmas carols were being sung by a choir, their voices a beautiful background to a Christmas morning sunset. Across the road, the workhouse stirred with laughter, cheers and prays of gratitude. Not only had the children been offered toys that day, but the children had also been given a mysterious feast of Christmas food – prepared, unknowingly to them, by the reapers who had wrongfully predicted their deaths.

Sitting atop foldable beach chairs, the reapers took in the sight of their charity as kids rushed around sharing the food amongst each other; food they otherwise would have never gotten, not even a goose to share between them.

“It wasn’t my idea, Knox,” William corrected. “Though I suppose no one will ever believe it if we said Sutcliff offered up a luxury of hers.”

“Hey,” Grelle commented with offense, “I can be nice sometimes. Besides, you really needed a break from working with the dead.”

“That’s… awfully insightful of you,” William said in surprise. In his hands, he held a plate of food he was enjoying at the end of their shift. His held more turkey than the others. He’d been forced to have more turkey on his as he had made a simple comment that he enjoyed turkey – apparently, hearing William say he ‘enjoyed’ something was seen as a Christmas Miracle, which then urged Ronald and Grelle to fill his plate with turkey.

“I take offense to the fact you sound so surprised.”

“And I am surprised Miss Sutcliff isn’t throwing a tantrum over all these offenses thrown her way,” Ronald teased. “’Tis a Christmas Miracle!”

Ronald’s last words were said in unison with one of the kids rushing outside to throw themselves into the snow, creating a little snow angel out of glee to have new toys and food all within the span of 12 hours.

All three reapers – yes, even William – chuckled at that.

Sometimes, working with the dead meant little appreciation was offered to the living. All they saw was the suffering toward the end, moving past the good they saw in the cinematic records like it was nothing, but always taking note of the bad. The good… was easy to forget, and easy to set aside when in reality that should be what people focused on the most. Successfully eating three meals a day, successfully brushing one’s teeth, seeing a puppy on the street, having access to one’s favourite books, being able to go for a walk, laughing with friends – or, in this case, sharing Christmas dinner on the roof of a church whilst enjoying the merriment of happy children being fed by luxuries no one on Earth had (William was going to get in trouble for this, but for now… he didn’t worry about it).

As shifts ended, other reapers joined them too. It wouldn’t become a tradition, but it was a pleasant way of spending Christmas morning together as a found family in the afterlife.

…

“Yes,” a third voice said, “so you’ve noticed it too?”

The Undertaker had been taking a break from the merriment of nobles. He didn’t mind it so much, really, he was used to accompanying the Phantomhives at holidays. It was just… a lot, and a lot of colour and a lot of jokes that only made half sense to him as a being who knew the intricacies of the universe.

It got tiring to dumb it down sometimes.

Besides… lately… these holidays had been a tad more difficult for him. It used to be that Vincent sat at the head of that table, Rachel by his side and twins running around the table until they were told off by Madam Red. It used to be that the Undertaker sat on one end of the table, next to Vincent, whilst Rachel sat opposite him on the other side of Vincent.

It used to be that Vincent would hold both their hands under the table, offering glittering, appreciative glances to both as they secretly celebrated a shared holiday as a family bigger than the onlookers thought it was.

It used to be…

But it wasn’t no more.

Now, a child pretending to be another child sat at the head of the table, with the Undertaker far away… watching as a demon who had stolen the looks of his beloved tended to the butler duties and whispered in the young lord’s ear. It was suffocating to know more than even demon and master…

But it was also pleasant to be reminded of the old days, in a sad sort of way. And it was pleasant to be reminded of what he was attempting to change… what he was trying to accomplish…

So when he had walked back to the bathroom and heard the maid and prince’s butler talk about Vincent, the Undertaker had stayed in the shadows to listen in. He couldn’t quite help it.

Nor could he help but butt in once they realised a truth he so desperately wanted others to realise too.

Why did the demon choose a father’s face if demons could not care for humans?

“Yes, so you’ve noticed it too?” Mey-Rin and Agni spun around so quickly that the Undertaker simply had to cover his lips with oversized sleeves as he let out a giggle. “The face of a dead father returns in the shape of a black butler, mimicking the human like a raven found at cemeteries, picking at the dead… waiting to pounce…”

“I… sir?” Agni voiced as Mey-Rin was too scared to ask anything at all.

This particular guest was always an enigma to all. He helped the young lord, yet he also… was curious. Scary, sometimes. As if he was an antagonist waiting to show his true colours.

“teeeheee – look at your faces,” the Undertaker giggled. “Did I fool you? Vincent was a great friend of mine. If you want to know anything ever all you have to do is call on me. I aid not just the dead.” The Undertaker was beginning to walk away, when Agni stopped him with his words.

“Sir? Do you think Earl Ciel chose Sebastian as his Khansama because he felt… that the familiar face was comforting?”

The Undertaker dramatically turned around in a slow gesture, tilted his head to the side and offered a tooth revealing grin as he said: “Oh no, I think it was the exact opposite. Those with dark hearts are not meant to become attached, but I think something in the past of our beloved hell of a butler changed the man to want the child to choose him as his most trusted protector. Like a father. I think the man chose the son.” The Undertaker grinned at their confusion. “But then again, I’m just a crazy fool speaking far too many truths. I should return to the feast.”

Indeed… the Undertaker had a feeling that the face was chosen purposefully, so Ciel would feel calm around that which was a demon of hell, meant to scare kids. Whatever past the demon held had meant that the demon understood how a child’s mind works… It knew Ciel needed a father figure to help feel comfortable as he exacted revenge. To keep motivated.

And to feel safe.

…

“I don’t mean to speak ill of the master’s guests but… What a strange man,” Mey-Rin pointed out.

Agni quietly nodded his head, not wanting to speak ill of anyone either. “Let’s return to our work. The feast will be over soon.”

…

“Sebastian?”

The demon paused in the doorway. Room dark from the night. The only light source was the candle held by Sebastian, and the moon shining brightly outside. The child barely saw Sebastian. But the demon saw him as he turned to look.

It had been a long day, and Ciel was exhausted, his breathing even a little ragged from poor health making him even more easily tired.

“Yes, my lord?”

“If Timothy wanted you to be his father, how could you… take his soul?”

The question struck deep within the demon, eyes turning red. Enough about Timmy, already. His master really needed to learn to let go of the past – then again, if Sebastian started teaching Ciel that, his work to get Ciel’s vengeful soul to perfection would fail.

“In truth, my lord, I found ways to extend the contract. I am not proud of it, but I did. It was… a confusing couple of years.” Staying in the doorway, Sebastian only felt comfortable admitting this because of the distance between them, and the fact that Ciel’s question had come out slurred, indicating the boy was half asleep and might not remember this. “And it was not easy to take the child’s soul. Nor will it be this time.”

There was no reply. Sebastian assumed Ciel had gone to sleep and left the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Left alone in the darkness, Ciel, quietly, pondered those words. The face of his father had spoken those words… It felt… Strange. Oddly comforting.

When Christmas Day ended, Ciel fell asleep with a peaceful smile on his lips…

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[lingy910y]

Ian and Mickey Meta Questions: Clothing

this is my moment 🙏 aka just me rambling to myself @gallavichmeta

1. When do you think the first time was that one wore the others clothes? And what feelings did they have about it?

I’m looking through gifs and it seems like the earliest occurence is during 2x01/3x11 with this grey hoodie? and my only interpretation of this is that sometime during the s2 summer, Ian left it at the dugouts after they fucked. and Mickey saw it in the corner of his closet since he also forgot to give it back, and naturally was drawn to it without realizing it’s Ian’s to help him cope with how sad he was :/

2. Mickey is the youngest brother in his family and Ian is the middle brother in his family. What feelings do they have about hand-me-down clothing?

Mickey didn’t care at all cause that’s the way life was for him in Terry’s household, sadly.

Well canonically Ian was tired of living under Lip’s shadow and he’s his only older brother, so naturally some of his clothes are his hand-me-downs. You can also see that in the show. I think that Ian didn’t rly mind this particularly, just shows how close he is with Lip y’know? and they have different styles but so similar at the same time esp Lip’s is more nerdy

3. Do you think either of them have a favourite outfit or item of clothing?

Oh I know Mickey fucking LOVES his black boat neck sleeveless tank. mans wears it all the time, like if he was in a dress up game this would be his default option. I saw a cute fanart speculating that the reason why he mostly wears sleeveless clothes esp in early seasons is bc he overheard Ian saying he esp loves a r m s in men so he cut them specifically, but I feel like he felt uncomfortable and wants to stretch his arms. we all know how he’s a man of action

On the other hand Ian is obsessed with military outfits 💀 first of all bro got the ugly buzzcut. ok sure, whatever, he changes hairstyles every season anyway. but then he was wearing his rotc uniform everywhere?? cutting it into shorts for the club? and he dared mickey to wear the camo for the gig 💀💀 he literally has a kink for it and it’s embarrassing i’m sorry. tho I’m a hypocrite cause he does look good in it, but when does he not? if a watch counts as an item of clothing tho I’m gonna say that instead

4. Do you think either of them have a least favourite item of clothing?

Can I say Mickey’s first wedding suit? Because he was yanking the bowtie when he came out of the dressing room and the whole thing was both literally and metaphorically was suffocating him. which was why it was so meaningful for him to get to choose his white suit (and other stuff in his second wedding), even if he had to straight-up take his and Ian’s by force ASDKFJL

Ian telling Mandy he didn’t want to starve himself to fit that golden thong was so :((( I think he also greatly regrets his job at the club, so all memories involving it are prob bad for him. rly wished the show didn’t just brush how he felt under the rug

5. What do you think their personal style says about them?

Well Mickey’s style screams thug (not necessarily king of the southside) that’s for sure

Ian’s fashion sense is very wack lmfao. I think it just means that he’s a silly goofy boy! Someone said "every cis gay millenial dude owns this shirt" under a gifset of his raglans 😭

6. What items of clothing hold most significance for them?

Didn’t Mickey personally say in 11x05 that he “loves this shirt” in response to the black shirt he was wearing, and the whole fandom agreed that it’s the same one that Ian wore to Mexico 🥺 MEANWHILE HE WAS WEARING THE FLANNEL?? THAT SPANS A WHOLE TIMELINE

And Ian’s EMT jacket def means a lot to him. Everytime I look at it I gain new waves of emotion so I can’t even imagine what he feels when he reminiscences during late nights TT

7. Do you think the way Mickey’s sense of style changed over time was to do with his relationship with Ian?

Yes, definitely. Says a lot that he was dirtier in the early seasons, like he never gave a fuck abt his appearance bc there were other things to focus on before Ian did. I can imagine Ian nuzzling Mickey’s shoulder during another one of their summertime fucks at the dugouts, so Mickey wanted to clean up nice for him without directly saying anything. And how overtime, he dressed more and more fashionable :D

8. Ian has worn a few different uniforms (ROTC, janitor, EMT, prisoner, fake EMT etc etc) over the course of the series, how do you think they made him feel?

I feel like the ROTC and EMT uniforms made him feel empowering, like he’s reaching his ambition of doing something with his life. Then the other ones like his stripper outfit as I’ve mentioned in 4, janitor, prison, fake EMT uniforms rly made him feel horrible. But I think he did grow to like his prison uniform after seeing Mickey in that white tank top all the time, maybe?

9. How does their emotional state affect their clothing choices?

It does, but I can’t necessarily find much apparent examples? But I like how in 3x09/ abandoned building, Mickey was wearing his sweater. I think sweaters and sadness definitely go together

10. We see Mickey wear colourful/Hawaiian shirts a couple of times, how do you think those types of clothes make him feel?

It makes him feel fun! The first time he clicks his tongue, does a little dance, and asks ian for his approval & the second time he lets out a “ooh!” He’s a cutie. I rly get emotional whenever Mickey gets to experience the little joys in life that he never rly got to express when he was younger. Then I get emotional for a different reason - he had a whole dream of laying in the sun with Ian in Mexico but he ended up doing it alone or not at all I’m fucking crying

11. Compare their first and last appearances, what do their outfits tell us about the characters?

They both dress more “maturely” in the last eps compared to the first ones :0c cargo jackets(?) !!!

#gallavichmeta

[yandere-romanticaa]

Know that I’m not coming from a place of hate cuz I really do like ur personality and content. But that post about teens not looking like teens was worded really weird… Especially being a teen (I’m 19 now) who developed pretty earlier at 12. I found it so annoying hearing oh you look 18 n blahzay blahzay or hearing exactly what you said about nowadays teens not looking their age. Like bro what are we supposed to do about that??? That’s just how we look nothing we can do about it. Plus to mention it’s kinda creepy that people are so worried about teenagers build and height. IMO why can’t y’all just mind your business like why does it matter what I look like to you it’s already hard enough trynna to fit in when your curvier and taller than other classmates, it’s really not that hard to just treat a child like child without those remarks. And I do agree with your opinion that teen girls feel pressured into looking a certain way but how you stated it seems to come from a place of insecurity or past traumatic experiences cause I don’t dress up or have clear skin and I never heard someone call me “ugly” or seen the oh so scary older looking girls mention another girls appearance. Not saying it doesn’t happen but I don’t think it’s such a normal thing now in 2022. Also the last sentence of ur posts was super creepy how about let little girls wear what they want and don’t emphasize on their body🤮

I was pointing it out because from what I've seen, it feels forced. MOST (key word MOST, I too developed quite early and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst my peers) teens I've seen that are around that age just feel like they're forcing it because they're scared that they'll be made fun of, that's what I've seen at least.

#anon asks #girlie says

[bookns]

Emotion reaction: 

 I know Felix is in this, there’s a dance and that’s about it

Bro Andre the ice cream man IS SO EXCITED

“No drama”

“My mission is compete”

Oh my god are they gonna kiss

That’s disappointing

I hate this

Fuck Gabriel

“When you two are together you guys are always weird”

Alya and Nino aren’t wrong

BItch - that vixen that is Lila

Zoe’s voice in the english version versus French is throwing me off

Okay her voice is still bad in my brain

All she wants to support and love him

YES NATHALIE (Adrien has the right to be with whoever he wants)

Fuck off Gabriel

Lila is vixen I swear

The king and queen of the ball-

Yo why isn’t Gami and Chloe dressed up

“Baker Girl” My literal love ISNT just a Baker

Babes what are you doing

WHERE IS FELIX

Damn the grip that Nathalie has on Amelie

I can’t wait for this

MY BABSS

THE ATTUDUTE WITH CHLOE

“Are you jealous” THATS NOT ADRIEN

HE WOULD NEVER SAY THAT

Kagami’s song is bigger than the whole sky

MY QUEEN - THATS NOT FUCKINB ADRIEN

“Puppets for our parents”

THIS IS NOT ADRIEN

What the fuck is about to happen

MARINETTE NO

Oh my god

This is so EMBARRASSING

“A baker girl has crashed our party” man I MISSED CHLOE (still hate her tho)

“I touched her�� I love Chloe

“I LOVE YOU”

BITCH

I SCREAMED

MARINETTE

SHES SO SWEET

ITS RUFKINFUCKING FELIX I SWEAR

How cute BUT STILL NO ITS NOT ADRIEN

“They’re the monsters” FELIX

QHAT YHE FUCK

I WAS RIGHT

Huh

HUH

THE FUCK

HE HAS THE PEACOCK

Did I JUST FORGET THIS

WAS THIS COMMON KNOWLEDGE

HES UGLY

what is HE DOING

bye bye Chloe

ENDLESS CONTROL OF PEOPLE

imagine how his hands gets tired of snapping

MARINETTE

Where is Adrien

YES MARINETTE

THE MUSIC

He is SINGING

I don’t want to watch this anymore

Why is this song lowkey a vibe

MARINETTE IS ANGRY

SHES SO ANGRY

WHERE IS ADRIEN

I mean he’s not wrong but HE IS SO WRONG

she’s so powerful

Marinette be careful bitch

WHERE IS ADRIEN

her lucky charm music is always a vibe

WHAT THE FUCK

what the fuck is going on

She has nothing in her hand

WHAT IS SHE DOING

What is GOING ON

I’m so confused

Is this the end of episode

Felix is all alone

YES KAGAMI

ADRIEN

TJE ONLY ONE SHE LOVES

He’s so confused

“My favorite cousin”

THE RING

The RING

She was his freedom

He’s crazy

Does he have his miraculous???

WITHOUT THE GIRL I LOVE

Bryce DID SUCH A GOOD JOB

BRO THEY LOVE HER SO MYCH

“I was so scared”

He loves her so much

BRO THIS REMINDS ME OF CHAT BLANC

who is she talking to

I hate Felix still

“AND A THREE ICE CREAM. YOU KIDS ARE GONNA GIVE ME A BRAINFREEZE. ITS ALWAYS SOMETHING WITH YOU THREE”

I mean André isn’t wrong

oh my GOD

He doesn’t get why Gabriel doesn’t love her-

ITS SO CUTE

THE RING

He’s controlling with the ring

DOES ADRIEN HAVE HIS MIRACULOUS

What’s going on

Lila???

Oh shit

She’s knows

Well that was certainly something

..there was no chat noir

Nor no ladynoir

This is JUST PLAIN SAD

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste and marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette

[laylanatorseventeen]

tbh the more I think about it mass effect 3 kind of sucked. before I start dunking on it, a couple good things:

*actually, first, uh, warning. I don't like Kaidan. I don't like Ashley. Mild character bashing ahead.*

-enemy design actually awesome. the reaper forces were cool and unique and I liked them. Cerburus forces, while annoying, also good designs.

-i got to kill Udina. Fuck that bitch.

-Geth Shotgun My Beloved

-Getting to know the geth better. They got done so dirty but I appreciate the worldbuilding

Bad things about the game, both big time and small time things that annoyed me personally:

-all the annoying tedious fetch missions. Like bro. Bro. Is this really necessary. I'm not even getting to shoot anything.

-Kai Lengs whole existence. I hate you you pretentious ass dressed like an emo 13 year old ass bitch. Fucking big talk from a motherfucker who never landed a hit on me in any of our "fights" despite having backup and a literal gunship. Fuck you, and fuck whoever came up with your infuriating ugly bitch ass.

-in mass effect 2 you make all these bonds with these awesome characters. and then they get tossed aside in mass effect 3. Like no offense Traynor and James and whoever the fuck else but like bro literally why not just let me have the CREW I HAD BEFORE

-THEY CHANGED THE FUCKING NORMANDY AGAIN AND NOW NOT ONLY DO I NOT KNOW WHERE ANYTHING OR ANYBODY IS BUT I ALSO CANT SEE SHIT TURN ON THE FUCKING LIGHTS

-Kaidan/Ashley mouthing off to me in the first mission and then like I send JAMES back to the shuttle???? Bitch!!!! When will Bioware let me slap Kaidan in the mouth. Ashley too. The Reapers are literally fucking here, I do not give a rats flea bitten ass what you think of me. We literally have bigger problems, shut up or find another ship to serve on hoe

-adjacent to that, WHY AM I STILL PANDERING TO BUREAUCRATIC BULLSHIT!!! IT IS LITERALLY THE END OF FUCKING LIFE AS WE KNOW IT!!! I HAVE SAID IT BEFORE BUT PERHAPS NEVER SO EMPHATICALLY: FUUUUUUCK THE COUNCIL

-AND THE ASARI COUNCILOR AFTER THESSIA. WHY ARE THERE NO DIALOGUE OPTIONS. THEY JUST MAKE YOU BE A LITTLE SHRINKING VIOLET AS IF I DON'T HAVE A FEW WORDS OF MY OWN FOR THAT BITCH. LIKE HELL DOES SHE GET TO BE MAD AT ME WHEN SHE ONLY CHOSE TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS CRUCIAL PLOT POINT WHEN HELL WAS LITERALLY AT HER DOOR. FUCK YOU!!!! I FEEL BAD FOR THE CITIZENS OF THESSIA BUT I DO NOT FEEL BAD FOR YOU OR THE MATRIARCHAL SOCIETY THAT HID THIS SHIT. FUCK YOU AND FUCK BIOWARE FOR JUST MAKING ME TAKE THAT SHIT

-i just gotta ALLOW DARO'XEN TO STAND ON MY FUCKING SHIP AS SHE THREATENS TO DISSECT MY FRIEND LEGION??? I AINT AFRAID TO HIT YOU I DON'T CARE

-also why does mass effect 3 always make my ported mass effect 2 femshep look like someone kicked her face in and she's swelled up.

-so James is the new Kaidan huh???

Image of me trying to have an actual human conversation with James to like, get to know this random guy they foisted upon me without the game making me tell him I want to throw Garrus over for his grotesquely muscled dick

-you mean to tell me that out of the entire salarian society/military, renowned for their intelligent and logical approach, only Kirrahe is willing to look past the genophage and band together TO STOP LITERAL GALACTIC EXTINCTION!!!!! they frame it like ooohhoo you can either have the KROGAN or the SALARIANS and bro I just don't buy it. I get the stupid dalatrass is gonna be petty but surely there are at least some salarians gonna be like. bro.

-i know EVERYBODY bitches about the ending but tbh imma put in my two cents cause it's just That bad. Bro. For one thing. I hate that kid. The dream sequences were so annoying. Also maybe if the kid had more than one creepy bland ass expression I would care like the game wants me to. All in all, bad choice for the vi to look like the kid. I don't care. Also. How you HAVE to choose one of the damn options and they're all BAD. like congrats you spent half the game trying like hell to save the geth!! But for some reason now you have to KILL THEM ALL to kill the reapers!!! Or!!! You can make this DEEPLY INVASIVE CHOICE FOR EVERY SOUL IN THE GALAXY. or you can control the reapers which the entire game has framed as the WORST OPTION EVER and annoying internet people will act like YOU PERSONALLY BETRAYED REAL ACTUAL PEOPLE and are also VERY STUPID if you choose that option. Like the fucking AI controls the reapers correct. SHOOTING/DESTROYING THE STUPID AI SHOULD BE A REAL VALID OPTION INSTEAD OF IT JUST MEANING "HAHA EVERYONE FUCKING DIES." WHAT HAPPENED TO GOOD OLD FASHIONED FIREPOWER. WHAT HAPPENED TO STRATEGY. WHAT HAPPENED TO A FULFILLING ENDING TO A GAME SERIES YOU SPENT DOZENS OF HOURS PLAYING.

And also idk about the other endings but I chose synthesis (which I'm told Bioware considered the "best" ending) and YOU GET ZERO CLOSURE. YOU LEARN EDI AND JOKER AND YOUR LI AT LEAST SURVIVED THE BLAST BUT NO KNOWLEDGE OF LIKE, WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, OR THE FUCKING CONSEQUENCES OF THE STUPID ACTION YOU WERE FORCED TO MAKE BY A DUMBASS AI. THE GAME QUIT ON ME AND ERASED MY PROGRESS SO I ESSENTIALLY PLAYED THE ENTIRE SERIES FOUR TIMES FOR THIS.

-i have read not only a rumored ending where the reapers were going to be lured into a system and then they'd blow the mass relay, but at least 3 separate fanfiction solutions to the reaper war that not only made more sense but were more personally fulfilling. Most involving just fucking using actual normal warfare against the reapers, who are not, in fact, invincible to everything except a stupid ai program.

-overall I think the main problem with mass effect 3 is that the gamemakers seemed to forget to put the fun in the game. Like homedog I am playing this game because I care about the characters and playing video games is supposed to be FUN. this is not fun. This is, by turns, infuriating and tedious. Highlights of the game are Curing the Genophage, Geth Worldbuilding, and firing a clip into the head of a dead Cerberus Combat Engineer, because fuck you and fuck your turrets.

#long post #idk man. just my opinion. #mass effect #character hate

[flinttflakes]

The Quad

(Introducing all my main Ocs in one go)

In Order of Oldest to Youngest: Maria Dolores Ramirez (She/Her), Diego Marcos Ramirez (He/Him), Nikolai Emilio Ramirez (He/They), and Bianca Valeria Ramirez (Any/All - Mainly She/her due to the timeline)

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Maria D. Ramirez

The entirety of the Quad is twenty-two but Maria is the eldest.

She works as popular fashion designer and seamstress.

She adores making clothing and is usually the one who makes the clothes her siblings wear (because she is not letting her family look ugly.)

Maria is married with a wife and has like four kids.

She doesn’t spend a lot of time around the newsies but the Brooklynites play dress up in her stuff.

Diego M. Ramirez

Diego is the second eldest, one of the middle children.

He works as a boxer, and he learned a lot from the people he grew up around.

He’s dyslexic. Boy CANNOT read omfg. God help this man.

He’s so homosexual btw, he’s got like 3 boyfriends and eventually 3 daughters too.

He’s a big family man and loves their family so much.

Nikolai E. Ramirez

Smart doctor man!!!

Third child, and also technically the twins with the youngest because there was a time gap between him and Diego.

He was an apprentice under a military doctor and also went to college in Brooklyn for it.

BRO DOES NOT LIKE NEWSIES. He is friend with ONE newsie and is like done with the rest of them.

He’s also a gardener! He has a greenhouse on the roof he shares with his younger twin.

Bianca V. Ramirez

Entomologist!

She’s the youngest but acts the most motherly somehow.

She loves the newsies, loves them all, will/would adopt them all.

The Brooklyn newsies call her Mama B later on and she almost cried.

She shares the rooftop greenhouse with Niko and keeps all her bugs up there.

Bianca is THE ONLY ONE WHO’S IN A OC X CANON SHIP AND I DON’T KNOW WHY. I DON’T EVEN WANT IT ANYMORE, SHE’S MY WIFE NOT YORK’S. Anyways, she’s dating York, eventually marries him, and they have like four kids too. (Fuming about this. FUMING.

Anyways, notes: I plan on drawing more canon newsies stuff and posting old art because THIS IS OLD ART. I AM IMPROVING TOO FAST TO POST JESUS. So, more newsies art, I might start “designing” all the canon newsies just for funsies. I’ll probably start with the Brooklyn newsies because The Quad lives in Brooklyn.

When I mean “designing” I pretty much mean steal my friends designs and mashing it with canon designs and putting my style’s spin on it.

#art #my art #artwork #my artwork #digital art #my digital art #digital artwork #my digital artwork #flintt’s art #flintt’s newsie art #broadway musicals #broadway #newsies #broadway newsies #newsies on broadway #newsies broadway #newsies musical #newsies proshot #newsies original character #newsies original characters #newsies oc #newsies ocs #the quad!newsies au #the quad #the quadruplet #newsies!au #Bianca ‘Bia’ Valeria Ramirez #Nikolai ‘Niko’ Emilio Ramirez #Diego Marcos Ramirez #Maria ‘Mari’ Dolores Ramirez