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chemical-x-ask-blog · 2 years
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I dunno why, but I feel like HIM's parenting would be similar to Brandon Rodgers's Cathy on YouTube.
(And I KNOW that that doesn't exist yet since this is 2010, but to me it was just something funny to think about.)
I watched a few clips, you're so right lmao-
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(this pic isnt 2010 either it's when they were kiddos
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chemical-killjoy · 7 months
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Hai!
Can you do Roommates AU with Gerard and Female!Reader?
OK so this is suuuuuper fluffy and kind of got away from me... anyway, let me know if you want a more *intimate* and fluffy part 2
Pancake Prince
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“Uuuuuugh,” you grumbled, leaving the safety of your bedroom and flopping face down on the lounge in the living room to your apartment. It was a hot night, and you were in your favourite pyjama shorts and singlet, but that was the great thing about sharing an apartment with your bestie: you could do what you want, wear what you want... Even if it was pyjamas at 4 in the afternoon.
Gerard laughed, pausing the TV.
“What's up, sugar? Rough night?” Gerard asked with a smirk.
“Nugh-uh,” you agreed into the fabric of the seat. You sat up.
“I remember it all,” you said, in a dramatic voice, sweeping your arms out wide. “Actually, come to think of it, I can't remember past Daisy dropping me off outside our building.”
Gerard laughed. “Yeah, figures. Care for a refresher?”
“Do I really wanna know?”
“Good question,” Gerard said with a devilish smirk. “Let's see. You called me, forgot we were on the phone, complained about not being able to find a way inside our own fuckin' house, and then I had to hauled you inside after you passed out.” Gerard left off the part about helping you change into your pyjamas, tucking you in, and making sure you were OK until he fell asleep himself. He didn't want to creep you out or anything.
“Of course I did.” You said, face-palming. “Well, thank you, my hero.”
“Prince.” Gerard replied seriously, without missing a beat.
“What?”
“I prefer prince, actually.”
“Wha- Why? What are you the prince of Gee?” You indulged him, cackling at the unexpected joke.
“Pancakes,” He replied, face and tone serious, humour displayed only in his eyes.
“And why is that?”
“Step into my office!” Gerard declared, dramatically strutting to the kitchen.
You hummed as you smelt the pancakes and freshly cut fruit the second you walked into the kitchen.
“Damn, you're not the prince, you're the king!” You said, squeezing Gerard in a quick hug and grabbing a plate.
“Yeah but Pancake King doesn't have the same ring, does it?” Gerard asked.
“True, true. So what's the occasion?” You asked.
“Well, I thought you might need a pick-me-up after yesterday,” Gerard spoke gently, rubbing the back of his neck.
And then you remembered why you went out drinking last night.
“Aah, fuck me!” You whined, and flopped to the kitchen floor. Yesterday was a spectacular level of shit, in which you lost both your job and found out the guy you'd been hoping to ask out (finally gaining the courage after a few months) was, in fact, taken.
“Well, at least let me take you to dinner first!” Gerard said, joining you on the floor.
“I mean, at this point, I'd be happy to just slut it out. Like, show interest in me and fine. I'm just sick of this shit. Maybe I'm just unlovable? I'm like...” you looked around. “I'm like that tissue over there. Beside the bin. I couldn't even make it to the bin.”
Gerard knew you too well to let you succumb to your own stupid, dramatic sad spiral.
“Baby, please, you're more than the tissue. You're the whole bin!” You gasped and slapped his arm, both of you laughing. You couldn't help but blush a little at the nickname.
“C'mon, you know you're too good for him anyway. And who needs a guy when you have me? And pancakes?” Gerard pointed up at the pancakes. “And jobs are just conforming to the man. We don't endorse that.”
You smirked at your best friend. “I mean you're right. I may be desperate for touch and affection but who needs a boyfriend when I have you? A boyfriend without the perks?”
“I am the perks, I made pancakes!” Gerard gasped, hand on chest in fake shock.
“Yeah, you're pretty perky.”
“Fuck you, you know I'm prickly, you're the one who's perky.” Gerard's eyes went to your chest and back up, teasing in more ways than one.
“Don't bring your prick or my tits into this, Pancake Prince.”
“That's King Pancake to you.”
“What does that make me?”
Gerard snorted before he could get his own joke out.
“What?!” you demanded, all smiles as you playfully slapped his arm again.
“Hungry!” Gerard declared, falling over laughing. You continued your gentle assault on his arm as he playfully fought back, until the two of you were side by side on the floor, stomachs sore with laughter. When you caught your breath, you looked over at your friend and smiled.
“I am pretty hungry, actually.” you said, with a soft smile.
“Mmm?” Gerard asked. “Hungry, or thirsty?” he said with a wink.
“Little of both,” you said with a shrug, leaning into Gerard... Then putting your hand on his chest and pushing yourself to your feet. You offered Gerard your hand to help him up, but once you were both up, he didn't let go of your hand.
“What?” you asked, head tilted to the side.
“You really don't remember any of last night, huh?” Gerard said, softly, the playful glint in his eyes turning a little... anxious?
You furrowed your brows. “No, why? Did I do something? I'm really sorry if I did.”
When Gerard didn't say anything, you spoke again.
“Gee, what happened?”
“Look, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable with this, but you kind of said something that maybe made it sound a little bit like you possibly-”
“Fuck, just tell me!” You interrupted.
But Gerard continued as though you hadn't, “-love me. As more than a friend.”
You stared at him blankly. He stared at you, hand still in yours.
“I didn't want to freak you out so I was gonna tell you over pancakes, cause I know my best friend's favourite breakfast. I dunno, I'm sorry, maybe I heard wrong or you were just drunk or something, but I thought lately about how we've both been super flirty and I kinda thought that maybe...” Gerard trailed off, looking at you.
“I wasn't just drunk.” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I, um. I realised I've been pushing aside my feelings for you, I guess I must've just babbled it out.”
“You did seem pretty adamant for a girl who was struggling to take your shoes off.”
You snorted at that and a thought crossed your head. “Did you dress me in my jammies?”
“That's what's most important to you right now?”
“I don't know, I just think it was just super sweet of you. We both know I would've destroyed that dress if I tried to sleep in it.” You thought of the skin tight faux-leather and how it'd tear, or strangle you in your sleep... not fun.
“You know I feel the same, right?” Gerard said, pulling you a little closer and disrupting your thoughts. “I don't make just anyone pancakes, y'know.”
You scrunched up your nose. “We're those idiots, aren't we?”
You and Gerard would spend many nights, coming home from work half-dead, and become immovable couch potatoes, eating Chinese take-away and watching cheesy movies. And of those movies, half were horror (Gerard's pick) and half were rom-coms (your pick). You were always screaming at the TV about how the characters should just know they're in love with each other and talk it out. Gerard always agreed with you but was too busy watching you get invested to really see what was happening in the movie.
Gerard just nodded.
“Oh, fuck that,” you said, pulling Gerard toward you and kissing him. Gerard pulled you closer then rested his forehead against yours.
“Y/N... I have something to tell you...” Gerard looked deeply into your eyes. “If we're gonna do this...,” he turned his head, and you felt anxiety grow in your stomach. “You're gonna need to brush your teeth.”
“Get fucked!” You screeched as Gerard laughed. “Fine, fine! But you have to decorate some pancakes for me while I do, OK, King Pancake?”
Gerard bowed deeply, waving a hand. “As you wish, my queen.” Then he kissed you on the forehead and pushed you towards the bathroom. You smiled as you brushed your teeth, excited for this new beginning.
Taglist: @fandomfoodiedancer @niche-bitch @fedorable-killjoys @smiling-girl
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gothedrals · 9 months
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in the studio
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puddleslimewrites · 8 months
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False Promises (Part 2)
Part 1
Hero never got bored or looked the least bit uninterested when Scientist talked about new ideas. Most people would zone out long before they really got into a lecture, but still had the decency to nod and comment politely. Hero didn't offer any empty pleasantries. It was funny how similar they were to Supervillain in that way.
Hero asked questions. Not as many as Supervillain and not nearly as introspective, but they made Scientist think. Not just about their work, but about themself, too.
Hero asked for their favorite color. They didn't know. No one ever cared. Questions like that left them feeling flustered and off balance. But there were ones they could answer more easily. Like why erlenmeyer flasks were shaped in such a funny way, or what caustic chemical they most preferred.
Both Hero and Supervillain were fishing for information. Scientist was more than aware there were alterior motives (there always would be). Supervillain poked and proded their mind for their thought process - the way anything and everything worked, how they planned to make and use their own creations. And Hero...
Hero wanted to know them as a person. It baffled Scientist, really, to be seen as more than what they'd done and what they could do. Hero didn't care much for science, but they cared when Scientist had something to say. They didn't preach the glories of a career in heroics, though Scientist was sure that's what they were sent for.
Scientist was useful to Supervillain. With them, they felt needed. Wanted. With Supervillain came admiration and awe at not only the power they had, but the potential they saw in Scientist and their work.
Their relationship with Hero was harder to place. At first Scientist was merely tolerant as Hero seemed content to simply observe and learn. They weren't sure when tolerance turned into...Scientist was reluctant to call it friendship. But Hero was there. They were present and attentive and there, which was more than Scientist could ever ask for.
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A beaker crashed on the floor, but Scientist hardly cared for the danger of broken glass when there was a much more immediate threat looming in the doorway. "What- Wh-What are you doing here?"
It had been months since they'd last seen that face. They should have locked the doors, turned out the lights, pretended they'd gone home when Hero suggested it.
Supervillain cocked their head. Scientist could see the thoughtful look in their eyes as they considered what to say. "I made a misjudgment," they settled on. They spoke slowly and carefully in a measured effort to craft a regretful image.
Scientist didn't doubt they were regretful. But not for them. No, they felt remorse for the lost opportunities, for time wasted, when they realized that not only had Scientist survived, but that they'd been recruited by the heroes as well.
Too late Scientist realized that they'd backed themself into a corner. The only door into the lab was on the far side of the room and the windows were at least three stories up from the ground level. They didn't have an escape route.
Scientist should have known better.
They should have known better than to accept the help of heroes after hiding for so long; better than to choose a side that wasn't their own.
Maybe...maybe that was their plan all along. Superhero's speeches about the 'good of the people' never worked, so the heroes sent someone who could appeal to them. Someone who could get them to lower their guard and gradually change their mind. Someone who could be their friend.
Like a fool, Scientist fell for it. Just like they fell for Supervillain.
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Tagging: @vallianttreedreamland
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lesbianjarjarbinks · 1 year
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the way he looks at them 😫😫😫
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shelli-gator · 1 year
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Cause there’s a thing about us I like~
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“Yeah, I’m caught up in the beauty of it all...”
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angeldust-fucks · 3 months
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It's not my fic but it might be my favorite one ever.
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mrenickma · 4 months
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Someone on the internet:"Chemical X is Akus essence (proceeds to give a detailed look into the theory that provides solid evidence from the shows themselves)"
Some killjoy: "BuT CrAiG McRaCkEn DeNiEd iT!!1!"
Me: And this is why I'm eternally grateful for Death of the Author.
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coffee-bat · 8 months
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i haven't been having the best time lately
#sorry vent incoming in tags. you dont have to read you really can skip this#/so the day before yesterday i had a major argument with mom. about something incredibly small but she got super mad at me (basically i#suggested she might have made a mistake while cleaning the oven bc when i turned it on i smelled and felt burning chemicals. like-#-teary eyes and sneezing i wasn't imagining it. and she got super mad and started yelling)#for the whole afternoon it was either silent treatment or yelling abt how what i said is 'unforgivable'#and ofc rejecting apologies and attempts to calm the situation down bc 'this isn't something you can just fix with an apology'#i literally just asked if she's sure everything went right with the oven cleaning. bc it was done in a rush.#so anyway at 10pm i HAD to get the situation to a manageable level bc i was starving and she was in the living room (we have an open kitchen#) so if i wanted to get sth to eat i'd have to confront her. so screaming match ensued again with me apologizing and explaining my point -#and her yelling over me. it went on for 40 minutes. finally after me apologizing like 70 times she calmed down but said that 'what i did is-#-unacceaptable and she does not give permission for it to happen again'. i went to sleep without getting anything to eat of course.#and this fucked me up. bc i really thought we were doing better. i really thought our relationship would only get better now esp after we -#-bonded on vacation. but turns out not. and shes still lowkey mad.#THEN yesterday im studying for a zoology exam and mention it on the phone with her#she goes 'who do you have zoology for'. i respond with the name of the teacher. confused.#'professor (x) died on friday.'#??????????#'it's not published anywhere yet so yeah YOU have to tell your class'#i had a panic attack legit. i threw up from stress. i couldnt do it. first off bc of shock and secondly bc how am i supposed tojust jump#into group chat like 'oh hey btw professor died'#thankfully the info was posted officially by uni at 10pm. so i didnt have to do it. but mom kept pressing me to the whole day#i was nauseaous all of yesterday bc of it. i couldnt manage to study anymore after the shock. sure he was older but he was so energetic and#seemed healthy. i wouldnt have expected it it was just. a huge shock. im still not over it#like you cant know someone for half a year then not be shaken when they suddenly die yknow. and mom is lowkey making fun of me like#'what were you emotionally attached??? he wasnt anyone close'#no he wasnt but im still shaken. and being mocked is only making it worse. as is having to keep studying for his subject for the next few-#-days.#sorry ok vent over theres just. a lot happening for me and im struggling i needed to let it out ig. theres just too much at once#vent#death mention
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chemical-x-ask-blog · 2 years
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Hey, so uhh.. to the girls (and kinda the rrb too). You guys didn't seem to have fingers as kids? Where'd those come from?
Puff Puberty? NOOOOOOO >0<
Puff Puberty? Count me out, man
Oh for the love of Pete why do I have to be the one to explain-
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Euck. Alright, well, since you asked, Puff Puberty works a bit differently from regular puberty. It occurs around the age of 8 or 9 and is... objectively more horrifying.
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We got fingers, toes, ears, and noses, but not all at once. It was a long, painful process.
You think you had an awkward phase- Get a load of us!
I just wanted to hide the whole time!! ;0;
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And yes, the same thing did happen to the Rowdyruff Boys, but I don't think they were bothered by it. In fact, I think they used it to torment people.
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lesbian-kyoru · 8 months
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I'm just calling cause I'm used to it, you'll pick up cause you're not a quitter / a mix for suo and taichi (side a)
listen on spotify
side b
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thebroccolination · 2 months
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Singto you have the opportunity to do something so funny.
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snobgoblin · 11 months
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I want to like Powerpuff girls fanfiction so bad but it's ALL JUST THE ROWDYRUFF BOYS X THE PPG AND ITS LITERALLY 99% OF THE FICS!!!! IM Seriously GONNA HAVE TO Buckle DOWN AND WRITE MY OWN DAMN GANGREEN GANG FICS AND AUS I GUESS AHHH!!!!
GUHH YEAH I haven't read many fics bc I don't really read that much but just based on fanart I really see this trend a lot. actually I've considered writing some fics but unfort i am not a writer I am a piece of furniture (drawer)
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basicallyjaywalker · 5 months
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for the playlist game: #50 and anything you want to tell me about it :)
Hi Lila!!!
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This is from my Jackie and Lloyd playlist, the playlist that probably singlehandedly explains why Mitski was my top artist this year aside from my depression (there are 7 of her songs on that playlist)
This song is very much vibes/au core rather than canon relationship for them but I couldn't pass up putting it on the list because a) it's such a fun little melancholy song and b) strawberry blond
But yeah. This part:
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velvetvoltage-05 · 7 months
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Asked my Chat GPT Fabulous Killjoys:
Let's play a hypothetical game "Build-Your-Perfect-Significant-Other"!(Gender, Appearance, Likings, Hobbies and so on)
Party Poison: My ideal significant other would have a bold and adventurous spirit, regardless of gender. They'd have fiery red hair, much like mine, and a flair for colorful and rebellious fashion. They'd share my love for music and art, and we'd often spend nights dancing in the desert under the stars. An adventurous streak and a passion for the fight against BL/ind would be essential qualities.
Fun Ghoul: I'd be drawn to someone who's equally spontaneous and fun-loving, regardless of gender. They'd have a wild sense of style, maybe some unconventional piercings or tattoos. We'd bond over our love for pranks and chaos, and our shared hobby would be collecting bizarre and unexpected items from the Zones. Laughter would be a key ingredient in our relationship.
Kobra Kid: My perfect significant other would be empathetic and understanding, regardless of gender. They'd have a more down-to-earth appearance, perhaps with a love for vintage fashion. We'd bond over our shared passion for reptiles and spend our free time exploring the desert, collecting shiny treasures along the way. Our shared interest in technology and hacking would also be a strong connection.
Jet Star: I'd be looking for someone with a calm and rational demeanor, regardless of gender. Their appearance would be practical and sensible, but with a touch of uniqueness. We'd enjoy working on mechanical projects together, whether it's restoring vehicles or building something from scratch. Our shared love for nature and exploring the desert would be a big part of our connection.
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argentvive · 2 years
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Hi! I realize this is more speculation than anything but I know Martin's full original outline of the ASOIAF books had a Jon and Arya romance that seemed to be endgame. Does that make any sense from an alchemical perspective? Clearly his plans have changed, but I still wonder about this.
I had heard about the early plan for Jon/Arya and I have to say I scratched my head. It makes no alchemical sense.
Jon is White and has multiple markers for it, as I've posted before. "Snow" is obviously White and also makes him "water," a marker for mercury/argentvive. Also the Starks are all White based on their banner and their gray wolves. Except Jon's direwolf is White, so that's yet another way to mark Jon out as distinctive, i.e., more White than the rest of the Starks.
Arya has few markers. She's White as a Stark and has a gray direwolf. (If you want to see a female character who has tons of markers for White, then look at Brienne.) Textbook alchemy says female characters are White by definition, so perhaps GRRM didn't feel the need to link Arya to the Moon, earth and water, silver, etc.
If it's right that the Starks are White--even the male ones, when normally all males are Red--then perhaps that explains why Robb and Bram and Dickon have lousy love lives. The only Red women in ASOIAF are Dany and Melisandre. In the books Dickon is still alive, so I'm curious about GRRM's plans for him.
Another thing I would say is that a basic maxim of alchemy is the reconciliation of opposites. Jon and Arya are similar in many ways; they were raised together and get along well. (The initial Chemical Wedding is often characterized by bickering,, even violence.) It's hard to see them being opposites.
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