#donno what to say OP

[straighttma]

So if we're gonna really het up tma to the worst degree we gotta change some fundamentals.

1. Melanie is not an avatar of the slaughter anymore. She's an avatar of the desolation now because in het media, woman who can physically destroy you = evil and bad. So, to keep her a hero but still able to have her anger infantilized and made the butt of a joke, she now has desolation fire powers because women always get relegated to mental abilities unless they're an NLOG or a hot villain lady. As Melanie will be seen as a "raging feminist" trope, but not an NLOG, she's also going to get powers of destruction to illustrate that "feminism has come too far" as well as so the men can be like, "Jeez, sweetheart, don't get so heated," *canned laughtrack*

2. Jo(H)n is an avatar of the hunt. In het media the eye would be too wimpy, it's the nerd that gets shoved in the lockers by the other entities. And since protagonists in these sort of bad media need to be mega jocks, what's the most jock entity? The flesh, but here the flesh becomes a ham-fisted allegory for fat people, so the next most jock while still maintaining the pretense of investigative work, is the hunt. Also when Elias says that they're all bound to the eye now, JoHn is the one to find the solution but only has to gouge out one eye to sever his connection so that he gets to wear a badass eye patch like solid snake. 

3. Martin is an avatar of the flesh. As I said before, the flesh is now a hamfisted allegory for fat people, so obviously that's the only entity they can be associated with because that's the only personality trait fat characters can have in het media. However, I could also see the corruption in this hell form TMA takes as Jane Prentiss and him enter a very unhealthy relationship that's played like George Costanza's engagement in Seinfeld only ending when Prentiss is struck down by JoHn because he has to do all the cool things, he's the protagonist. So probably he'd start with connections to the corruption but end up an avatar of the flesh.

4. After the Unknowing Tim comes back as an avatar of the stranger. Does this conflict with literally everything his character has established with him becoming aligned with the entity that killed his brother and Sasha? Yes. Does character integrity matter in het media? No. So he comes back slinging quips and one-liners because in het media the stranger would be portrayed as a cross between the web and the spiral. Plus Tim, as the token gay rep, would use the stranger's shapeshifting abilities to be a predatory (tm) gay until they confront him on it and it turns out that this is just how his powers are manifesting and then they say that it's making him a monster and kill him again, this time for permanent. It's bury your gays, but worse.

5. Daisy is an avatar of the lonely. Because in het media, the reason she'd be so aggressive would be tied into her being deeply lonely and unable to find a man to love her. This is the only character depth she gets for the entirety of this series. But, then, after Prentiss is killed, her and Martin end up together, because they are both deeply lonely and unlovable by conventional standards. And through a man's love, she is able to control her avatar powers, conquer her fear, and feel fulfilled. It's awful.

6. Basira is an avatar of the eye. Being smart is her only personality trait and no, we are just gonna ignore the Eye's ties to a surveillance state, we will not discuss those implications at Moldy Pencil. She is relegated to a background character whose only trait is being smart but not smarter than JoHn and most of the villains, because that would imply a female character is essential and can't be arbitrarily killed off. Anyways, her family is a bad racist terrorist trope and are a part of a cult dedicated to the slaughter that is bad in both idea and execution. That's the only story she gets and in the end she realizes that her family is bad and takes off her hijab as a symbol of cutting ties with them. It's awful, moving on.

7. Georgie is a buried avatar. First off, she's a main love interest, so her power's can't be gross, that crosses off the corruption. Second off, the reasoning is because she feels buried under Melanie's fame and feels like she can't get out from her shadow, like she's drowning in it, she's given depth, because, again, main love interest for JoHn and also it relates to hating another woman so it's fine in het media. Anyways, much like how Daisy gets fixed by falling in love with Martin, Georgie is fixed by falling in love with and having a kid with JoHn.

8. Sasha. Okay so she gets fridged by becoming Not!Sasha, but she's actually not dead. She's trapped in the table. When the table is destroyed, it doesn't free notthem, it does destroy it and frees the people who were replaced. During her imprisonment in the table realm, Sasha became a web avatar! And now she's got a sexy spider theme to her and she becomes a bit of a femme fatale. Having been an NLOG prior to being tabled, Sasha is allowed to be physically powerful but, no woman is allowed to be sexually liberated. Her and JoHn fuck repeatedly until he realizes that she's manipulating him from his pure Christian path, it is then that it's revealed that JoHn is not only going to be an avatar for the hunt, but HE is going to be the extinction. JoHn denies this vehemently and starts to avoid Sasha.

As the season five opens JoHn realizes Sasha was right, he is the extinction. So he heroically has avatars of all of the entities come together to kill him in order to prevent that from happening, (the guy from the squirm episode is the new main corruption avatar after Prentiss died). He is killed, but then resurrected but not as an avatar of the extinction, no, the extinction's been killed from him so he's fine now. However, on the closing shot to the season five it zooms in to Georgie's stomach, implying that the kid she's carrying is going to be the extinction because they were conceived when JoHn was going to be the extinction, meaning that it will live on in the kid.

tl;dr: JoHn is a hunt avatar but is also supposed to be the extinction; Martin is now a flesh avatar with corruption ties; Tim becomes a stranger avatar; Melanie becomes a desolation avatar; Daisy becomes a lonely avatar; Basira becomes an eye avatar; Georgie is a buried avatar; and Sasha didn't die and became a web avatar; also JoHn and Georgie's unborn kid is the extinction!

Holy shit this was awful to write and I'm sorry you have to look at this. This just started with me thinking "Straight!JoHn wouldn't be an avatar of the Eye, he'd be an avatar of the Hunt" and then it spiraled from there. Sorry for how long and painful it is.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma au #straighttma #submission #donno what to say OP #this is well thought out

[ubemango]

sunlit affair (m)

note: I don’t want to wait for Hobi’s bday to repost this hehe so early bday sex for the nice Aquarius man w a beautiful nose and sick dance moves!!!!! 🥰

PAIRING. hoseok/reader GENRE. romance, domestic au RATED. M WORD COUNT. 2.6k WARNINGS. riding, creampie SUMMARY. Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok. 

Your alarm is set to go off at 9:05 AM. 

The ringer is low because Hoseok stumbled into bed with a fatigue that told you he didn’t want to be bothered unless it was the inevitable stream of sunlight that always somehow snuck onto your pillows. It’s an uncanny awakening—you wake up at 8:59, and to the premature strike of light right in your eyes like a premonition, though you always knew what today was.

He’s snoring. Project had gone well, boss is happy. The only words he’d gotten to you other than his good night, please don’t wake me up at midnight I’m so tired. Then he’d knocked out, but you didn’t mind. He deserved it.

Twenty-five is a good look on Hoseok. Not that he looks any older than he has, but the gentle maturing of his face comes in the form of the deepens wrinkles in his eyes, the lines in his forehead. Permanent grooves that only mean he’s getting happier and it makes you happier, too. 

The urge to kiss his cheek is strong. You shimmy out of bed as quietly as possible before you give into it: breakfast won’t make itself, and he’ll be awake soon enough.

You opt for scrambled eggs because oil would be too loud. The coffee brews as you arrange the plate in what you hope is an appetizing meal with the sausages Hoseok likes from the co-op, and little slices of strawberries in another bowl—organic, courtesy of his mother dropping by the other day in complaint of your fridge’s lack of hope for anything healthy other than the occasional splurge on asparagus. We’ve been more broke is an odd thing to contend with, but Hoseok has seen how sad you’ve gotten from all your loose corn and tuna meals for god knows how long. 

(You take extra care in stirring the sugar in his coffee because now you’re sentimental over the goddamn food in your fridge.)

Hoseok is as new to the world as a baby out the womb, eyes blinking too much because he woke up on the wrong side of the pillow. The sun fighting the sun itself. He smiles when he sees you.

“Happy birthday to you…”

And you sing for him, tray of goodies in your hands as you waddle closer and he sits up to help you place it on his lap. He accepts it with a pout of his lips and a press to yours.

“Happy birthday Hobi,” you say when you break apart, and Hoseok twitches before he remembers there are fragilities on his thighs. He settles with a whine that asks for one more kiss. You give it to him. “I love you.”

“Thank you baby,” he says. He cocks his head in gesture for you to sit next to him. He’s still warm from dreaming. “Smells good.”

“I worked hard. But you worked harder last night.”

“Ugh. Jimin was on my ass and IT had to fix some bug on the computer.” Hoseok jabs sadly at a sausage. “But it’s done. Let’s—not talk about work.”

“Okay. What’s it like being an old man?”

Hoseok grumbles through a mouthful of eggs. “My joints aren’t what they used to be.”

“Sad,” you say. “You’re falling apart.”’

“Hm. This is really good babe. And—no, for real? When I went to the gym the other night?” Hoseok stares at you with eyes that hold a thousand stories. “Could hear my bones cracking.”

“Ew.”

“Click clack.”

“Okay,” you snort. “You’re old. Now finish your coffee. More plans.”

You take the emptied plate when Hoseok tries to slurp on his mug. “Hot.” He makes a broken face.

“It’s coffee.”

He waves you off. Embarrassed but you’ll give it to him. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Mhm. Brush your teeth, I don’t wanna kiss your stinky coffee breath.”

The morning progresses as you wash the dishes. Hoseok finally sheds the grogginess of last night when you hear the faucet turn on from the washroom, and you take the time to contemplate your day. Dinner later is out of the question, a reservation under Yoongi’s name at whatever o’clock because he keeps forgetting to tell you the time. Maybe a quick movie? Because it’s been a while since you had time in with Hoseok. And the bed calls to you anyway. The last plate is put away with much more resolve than you had before.

You barely catch Hoseok coming out when you pin him to the wall with soap-softened hands. His face is damp, hair swept back with a careless hand. Mouth-watering because Hoseok was never not at his peak-handsome. Yours for the morning.

“Woah, mama.” You press a kiss to his neck. You feel his hands around your waist. “Plans, huh.”

“Yeah,” you say. Mouth preoccupied with the taste of him and it warms you from your core. “Can I take care of you?”

“Can I say no?”

“If you want to.”

“I don’t want to,” he says.

And you lead him back to bed; a false promise of rest but hopefully he’ll be blissed out soon enough. Hoseok looks awfully cocky with his satisfied grin, lying down with an ease that says he’ll be at your mercy time-willing. You crawl over his body and settle with the press of your thighs against his hips. His long fingers trace a path on your sides (a shiver he notices with a silent chuckle) when you bend down to push love into his mouth. Spearmint.

“I’ll ride you,” you decide then and there. Hoseok licks into you with more eagerness he seems to want to let on because his eyes are wide. He clicks his tongue.

“You spoil me.”

“Start your morning off right.”

“D-Damn straight,” he murmurs, breath lost when you trail your kisses down his sternum, over a wrinkly shirt he can’t be bothered to take off because he’s so relaxed, melting into the sheets like warm honey. You lift up the fabric to lick at his abs, and you feel him shiver. “Tickles.”

“Sorry.” Hoseok laughs. Then you slide his boxers down and envelope his hard dick with the soft suction of your heat. 

“Fuuuuuck—”

You'd say something about him being too provocative but the dick in your mouth keeps you pliant. You don’t want to ruin the moment with any snark, though—and as much as you want to see him fall apart, the slow build-up of his pleasure is a drama on its own. You see the glow of pleasure in Hoseok as his hands rake through your hair, a silent command for your attention and you give it. You give it to him tenfold when your lips reach the base of his shaft.

“Ugh that--feels...” Your tongue presses against the underside of him and his head teeters. “Agh—!”

You swallow before you take a breath, hand pumping him slowly to keep the tip of his dick near your lips because you can’t get enough. Always. “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” he asserts. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

You huff out a laugh. “Don’t thank me yet, bubba. Need you wrapped around my finger.”

And you get back to it; a rough grab for his pleasure if it means you get to see Hoseok twitch under you like he’s here for your mouth only. The slick of your spit on his skin is a wet mess and the sound is even more dirty. A noise you could only appreciate behind closed doors. (Yours isn’t, but you’re wet anyway.) 

Hoseok sighs with the pleasure of a catered man. “Fuck that’s—“ he rises onto his elbow with a pant— “I’ll cum soon.”

“Do you wanth to?” Garbled because you won’t let up.

“No—just—come up here.”

He kisses you when you do. His love is rough, the insistence on your lips nearly pushing you back but his hands hold your neck and you sigh, tongue twisting behind your teeth and your knees are caught as you take off your underwear but you can’t pull away. An attraction neither of you can deny when you pull apart to breathe but Hoseok chases you for more.

“Mmph—” he sucks on your top lip and you groan— “Hoseok—wait.”

“What?” He nips down your neck and settles on a spot that has your mind blanking. Suckling. Forgetting this is about him and he seems to be none the wiser. 

“Nothing, I just. Let me breathe for a second.”

He settles his forehead against yours. “Have I taken your breath away, baby?”

“Eugh.”

“You like it.”

“I do,” you confirm. “But you’re gonna kill me.”

Hoseok pecks your nose. “I’m a force to be reckoned with.”

“Says the wise guy who tried to chug on coffee and died.”

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” he whines. “Don’t make fun.”

“Lie down. And don’t cum until I say so.”

You take his shirt off. And you’re about to remove yours, but Hoseok is squinting and the open blinds are absolutely obliterating his eyes with the rising sun. You get up with a huff to pull them closed. Not without Hoseok calling out for you because now he’s cold, but at least he can sorta see now.

“Now we make love in the dark,” you say.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“I hate it when we fuck and it’s bright.”

“So romantic,” Hoseok coos sarcastically. “Now take off your shirt.”

The air is still. No coffee brewing, no static of the TV when it’s on. The outside world is divided from your tryst by your chipped blinds and the flimsy mesh of the window—quiet, even when the occasional car slips into a sinkhole. Hoseok is under you, dark hair splayed along the softness of his pillow and he grins, hands grabbing yours as you settle comfortably on his lap. A scenario you couldn’t have conjured up any other way but somehow, in this simple abode, you’re flushed with this heavy feeling of love. Love for this man and your home and he’s probably so tired but he gives into you. All the time.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he says. 

You laugh. “What am I thinking about?”

“I donno. But you look pensive.”

“Ooh.” You line his dick up with your core. Sinking down like you have the whole day to contemplate all the good ridges of his length. “I’ll tell you when I’m done fucking your brains out.”

Hoseok snorts. “You’ll nag me when your thighs start to hurt.”

“And what about it?”

“I like an honest partner,” he says. 

“So you don’t think I can fuck your brains out.”

“Not without my help.”

“What’d I say before? Don’t cum until I say so.” You lift up a little, settling your bum on his thighs and Hoseok groans. You start like that: a rise of your knees, pussy squeezed and you know he feels it from the way his breath is stunted. You feel it all. And he looks good in this lighting, the barely-there glow of the light like no one’s meant to see him except you. You defile him in your presence alone, and Hoseok takes it.

He bucks up when you slam down hard. “Shit—ugh you feel so good.”

You might say something but you’re scared you’ll falter. You settle for a moan when the tip of his cock hits deeper, nails digging into the back of his hands and he squeezes back. Eyes rolling back when you grind into it, but now you can’t hold back. “Oh fuck.”

Your thighs don’t hurt yet, but you settle your hands back onto his thighs and swirl your hips the way you know he likes to see. And he erupts. “Fuck babe—you’re so hot. Oh—squeeze me—like that. Shiiiit.” Hoseok grabs your ass and you catch yourself on his chest, cuss on the tip of your tongue but he beats you with even more dirty words. “Fuck yourself with my dick.”

You gasp when he pushes into you again. “I’m s-supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Rescinded. I just want you to cum.”

Well. That’s okay too. And you ride him in earnest, dragging your pussy up and down and the ache in your muscles is starting, but Hoseok’s panting under you and it’s all you can do not to stop. His eyes are on your tits, soft bounce for soft bounce—one hand snaking its way up from the grip on your butt to pinch a hard nipple and you squeak. 

“Hoseok—”

“That good?”

“Yes—!”

His other thumb is on your clit. Feet moving up behind you and you feel his knees digging into your back every time you come down, and now he’s thrusting up into you too, like he wants you to lose it all over him. “Can you cum like this?”

“Fuck—yeah. Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me when.”

It’s soon. And you can’t say anything because nothing registers in your head other than the feeling of Hoseok fucking into you like he’s possessed, brows furrowed, concentration honed in on you and him and your sweat and love, so much love. It’s the way he knows how to hit it there—

“Oh my god.”

Closer. And your hands are on his shoulders because now you’re tired, and Hoseok takes it in stride when he grabs your hips to keep you where he wants. Unsteady and steady all at the same time when your body tries to keep up, bearing down when his hips cant up, but the grind to your clit is too much. You know he feels it.

“There?”

“Mhm. Y-Yeah—!”

“Tell me when. Tell me when.” He’s desperate. You feel it too, the way his rhythm picks up and in your wont of clenching when you’re close he groans even more. “Fuck baby I can’t last—”

And you know it. You’re so wet the slide is of his cock is embarrassingly quick but it touches all your sweetest parts. The part in you that’s close is almost there—almost—

“There—oh Hoseok—I’m—cumwithmecumwithme—”

“Fuck babe—”

You collapse, Hoseok bringing his arms around you, breaths lost in your hair as he pumps himself through orgasm and you’re helpless—caught in the whirlwind of your own as you moan into his neck and it’s so hot, the sound of his cum fucked into you. Deep inside and you groan at how sticky you feel all over. Hoseok presses a kiss to your head.

“Congrats, you just fucked the shit out of me,” he says.

You laugh. “And my reward?”

“My semen.”

“Attractive.”

He pulls out. A mess you’ll clean up later because for now you seek refuge in Hoseok’s arms. “But now you’re not thinking so hard.”

“You’re right.” It’s light, the feeling. Like everything’s gonna be fine. A good orgasm does that to you, but now you’re sentimental all over again. “I think I’m ovulating.”

“Oh.”

“Besides the point. But I—don’t know. I just got really emotional.”

“Like you do.”

“Like I do,” you hiss because he always makes fun of you for being more feels-y than you like to let on. “I’m glad I get to do life with you, I guess.”

Hoseok stares at you. Gaze soft and unyielding, like he knows exactly what you’re going through. “You’ll make me cry.”

You scrunch your nose. “Do it, pussy.”

“I love you,” he says through a half-laugh. “So goddamn much.”

And Hoseok smothers you with a thousand kisses, and you feel his cum on your stomach as he rolls over you but you don’t resent him at all. Only if it means you’re getting his love.  That’s all that matters this morning.

#bts smut #hoseok smut #bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #ubemango fic #f: sunlit affair

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Hi! How are you? I was wondering who your favourite and least favourite characters to write for are?

Hi Anon!

I'm doing pretty well actually. The sun is shining and its ridiculous how much of a change that makes on my mood. So yeah, good stuff!!

Uhhmmmm there are so many characters in OP that it's kinda hard to choose.

I guess I would say at the moment I am really enjoying writing for Killer. I also always like writing for Kid, Law and Katakuri. But most of the well known characters are fine.

In regards to my least favourite, probably characters that I have little interest in. This is usually what I would call secondary or background characters like.. Mont D'or or.. I'm struggling to think of them now haha. Uh. Dalton, Chu, those type of characters. That doesnt mean I wont write for them, I just feel less comfortable.

There are a few main characters that I'm not great at writing for either, but that's more just because I didnt mesh with them as a character? Sabo and Aco for some reason spring to mind. I donno why.

But yeah. I'll always try and write for a character even of I'm not personally fond of them.

#hat talks

[sableu]

my general opinion on the upcoming op live action show:

if it’s good, yay! if it’s bad, so what? it doesn’t take anything away from the manga and anime we’ve already got.

+ oda is a person that really cares about the integrity of his work and i don’t think he’d be backing it if it weren’t gonna be at least a somewhat worthwhile adaptation. also, i follow someone on twitter who personally knows oda and is very involved with official one piece business who is hopeful about it and says there’s a Reason he’s so hopeful, he just can’t say what it is.

so yeah generally i don’t have super high expectations, but i donno that it’s fair to write it off wholesale, and also i don’t really care if it’s bad bc....w/e. i’m gonna watch it either way. even if it’s bad, that’s still fun new content to make memes about/make fun of in the same way that 4kids is lol.

#jinny's ramblings #i'm here for all new op content tbh #whether it's good or bad #the only thing i Really need to be good is the manga #everything else is just a bonus

[fel-temptation]

How would Korrinth handle major wounds should she suffer them? Would she try to manage herself? Or is there a healer's hands she trusts?

Interesting question, mostly because I have conflicting headcanon.

So, no brainer that Illidari are adverse to Light, right? That makes at least 1/3rd of possible healing options somewhat limited. PERSONALLY I think some people go a little overboard with the Light aversion. I play it more like, if someone attempted to heal Korrinth with the Light, she would experience pins and needs in that area before it would eventually go numb. So it’s not really malicious rather just pretty uncomfortable. I donno, I guess I could never really see the Light used benevolently being painful even for beings who don’t take well to it.

ANYWAYS, natural healing (IE druidism, chi healing, shamanism) has a bit more of an effect. But the corruption still sort of staunches any attempt at regrowth, I kind of headcanon that as corrupted cells or whatever likely wouldn’t regrow, it would be sort of like trying to bloom a dead plant or similar. Possible with mentioned talents, but harder then it needs to be. I kind of see it as the equivalent of taking an Advil for a broken leg. Helps a tiny bit, is a little more effective then the Light, but ultimately a waste of resource and effort.

The only thing that’s somewhat effective is..... *Drumroll* actually? It’s just regular old first aid. Stitches, settings, staunching bleeding, taking care of infection, that’s really all there is to it.

So it’s stated in those books that Illidari just heal naturally. I’m not really sure if it’s because of the implications of those aversion I spoke of (Pretty common thoughts among DH RPers), or just another thing that makes them OP, but yeah they basically say that Illidari can heal from even mortal wounds in like a day or two. They can sustain a lot of damage, and so long as they can rest? They’ll probably be functional in a day or so, not 100%, but functional. The way I kind of play this- as a fan of injured characters- is that the more severe the wound the longer it takes for her to heal- but I just do it on steroids. 

Gets a paper cut? That’s probably healed up in less then an hour. A serious cut, maybe a few hours. Pierced through the gut with a lance and left for dead? She’s probably going to be in a coma for a day- but she will eventually heal from it. I think the thing about Illidari is that, yeah, they can’t really do quick healing or battlefield healing- but they’re incredibly hard to kill. You basically have to really make the effort to end one of them.

Okay so all that headcanon aside what would Korrinth do? My awkward loner with no friends who doesn’t even trust her shadow? Lol she would refuse any help, find a quiet place to go die, and when she didn’t she would just carry on with her life with a ‘well that sucked’.

Generally she goes into battle with the thought that nobody is going to save her. She’s right, of course. But it’s her own damn fault imo. There’s nobodies door she would show up to bloody and in need of aid. Nobody that’s feasibly close to get to without effort- and by the time she put in that effort she would likely already be healed due to her own psychology.

So yeah, she would probably realistically just find somewhere safe to hunker down for a bit and just let her body do its thing.

Thanks @safrona-shadowsun !  

[alkalinerock]

50 questions air

thank you @kisamas i love talking about myself

1. What takes up too much of your time? im double fisting ffxiv and three houses rn im swear im gonna beat nier one day and i recently got bloodstained so i might fuck around with that :)

2. What makes your day better? eating something tasty and then im happy :) i also like it when i talk w/ the pals makes me feel good

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today? I am thinking about making mashed potatos i will i promise and it will b the best thing today

4. What fictional place would you like to go to? if i could visit some ffxiv maps like crystarium would b cool. n like, id visit inkopolis (i wanna b squiddo) and ryme city would be dope as hell would love a shinx buddy

5. Are you good at giving advice? i feel like i am but i feel like i still have so much more to learn about imparting wisdom. i was thinking about this the other night n as funny as this sounds i heard a lot of good advice on tumblr. mainly realizing how simple but important the small things are. “i’m proud of you” or “you did really well”. and i like giving advice i think it makes people feel less alone when theyre dealing with situations. if nothing else thats what i want to accomplish

6. Do you have a mental illness? idk i feel like i do but i never officially got diagnosed we got no health insurance. a lot of ppl tell me that im depressed and i think i believe it too but i always tell them im gonna remain impartial about it until i (finally) get a chance to talk to a profreshinal 

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? ya a few years ago after class id take like, a nap daily. and most of the times i wake up unable 2 move. sometimes im in like, a bad position where my face is a little too close to my pillow and its hard to breathe. i havent gotten it in a while but it sure does stink. 

8. What musician inspires you the most? i dont think any musician INSPIRES me but octopath’s composer yasunori nishiki really makes me wanna be like “quit your job join my octopath band” 

9. Have you ever fallen in love? yeah it rocked but things didnt always work out but i learned a lot in the end 

10. What’s your dream date? never rly thought about this kinda stuff i dont really fantasize about my ideal date. i think the best things in life happen spontaneously. i think. 

11. What do others notice about you? i like 2 talk about myself and that im cute and smart funny and handsome and my meat is huge :) 

12. What’s an annoying habit you have? i play a lot of osu!taiko so i have this finger tapping habit and a lot of like anxious tics like shaking my leg i bite my nails n whatever i do this n that a lot

13. Do you still talk to your first love? yea we’re like still best friends 

14. How many exes do you have? two too

15. How many songs are in your playlist? i have many playlists i have soundcloud playlists for like. anime music/future funk/game music/etc. my spotify playlists have like. hundreds of songs. my youtube playlist also have like. hundreds of songs. some things i listen to on a daily basis i havent even saved so it just keeps growing. 

16. What instruments can you play? i used to b able to play geetar, piano, clarinent but ive forgotten everything since

17. What do you have the most pictures of? animals n other stuff

18. Where would you like to go before you die? oh wow uhhh like. i have general locations but nothing specific. it’d be nice to visit japan and see korea (finally) n then like new zealand. i know it doesnt sound exciting but i’d be happy to be anywhere. 

19. What’s your zodiac? tavros

20. Do you relate to it? sometimes but i take astrology with a grain of sand anyways 

21. What is happiness to you? chillin

22. Are you going through anything right now? tryin 2 get a job. get my AA. 

23. What’s the worst decision you ever made? hmmm i have made many bad decisions but nothing stands on top as my worst. i think anything that falls under the category of “mistreating my friends because of my short-sightedness” is considered the worst. 

24. What’s your favorite store? food stores 

25. What’s your opinion about abortion? pro

26. Do you keep a bucket list? nop

27. Do you have a favorite album? no lol

28. What do you want for your birthday? uhm. better earphones?

29. What are people’s first impressions of you? im silly maybe

30. What age do you seem according to most people? a little younger than i am. 

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping? on the dresser next to my bed or like. on my bed next to me in a safe corner 

32. What word do you say the most? idk maybe like. epic. or. legit. or fuck. 

33. What’s the oldest age you would date? i donno lol maybe like. 1000. 

34. What’s the youngest you would date? my age and above lol wtf 

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you? any job that requires, like, talking. on two occasions ive heard ppl say that i have a voice suited for customer service (like, ehh?? i just talk politely lol) but like. counseling too i guess. 

36. What’s your favorite music genre? most genres but lately ive been listening to anime op/eds and bideo game music and bandori songs and like. brockhampton or like. outrun. this n that.

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be? i donno... i don really think about this stuff 

38. What is your current favorite song? fire bird by roselia (lol)

39. How long have you had this blog for? for a while idr how long maybe like. 5 yrs

40. What are you excited for? these maybe mashed potatoes im gonna make LOL

41. Are you a better talker or listener? i think im both. i prefer to listen and i think depending on my conversation partner i think listening is more important 

42. What was the last productive thing you did? i got out of bed brushed my teeth and got something to drink. i know its not much but ive really been makin an effort to improve my....””””mornings””””. ive been waking up at like 1-2pm these days so the least i could do is get my day started right

43. What do you want for Christmas? something rly good to eat!!

44. What class do you get the best grades in? i dont look at my grades LMAO i do like. OK on most of my classes but somtimes i make an oopsie whoopsie and lose a lot of points becuase im forgetful and stupid

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now? like. 7. 10 being like, i just ate something really great and im chillin w/ the homies. im 7 becase i ate something sorta tasty and im chillin but no homies. n im thinkin about the mash potatoe im going to maybe make

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years? uhm. maybe teaching? doing something like, being sillay with my pals. i dont think about the future i just kinda just. Do.

47. When did you get your first heartbreak? never rly the breakups were my responsibility becos i was mentally immature so i tend to like, think about what i did wrong. 

48. What age do you want to get married? ahh im not rly thinking about this but itd be nice to have a gf first LOL these future oriented questions be like. “idk!”

49. What career did you want to have as a child? yuusha

50. What do you crave right now? despite what ive been saying about thos mash potatoes i really want like. a good burger or somethin. i just wanna eat something free and tasty!!

@gurmza @learnosaurusrex @advancewars2 do it and please read over my answers very carefully i will test you on this on discord without warning 

[xelamz]

Have some fluff

It's hard to get to sleep after a mission, even when everything has gone as perfectly as it possibly could go. There's a stash of valuable intel hidden in the team's luggage, and tomorrow afternoon they'll be on a plane back to the safety of their base. No one was hurt or even made. It was a picture perfect op, but Jesse still can't sleep. His hotel room has a nice balcony overlooking the sea. It's a point of escape, but it's also got a nice view, and Jesse sits on the lounge chair kindly provided by the hotel and looks out into the dark sea, with nothing much too see but the reflection of the moon and city lights, and the sprinkle of ships coming in and out of port. The warm breeze kisses his face, and all of this, plus the bottle of tequila at his side, is enough to make him think that he might actually be able to doze off, but a few hours later it's clear that was a false hope. It's three AM and he's wide awake, still looking out into the ocean, still trying to let the sound of the water do its job and lull him to sleep. 

The ring of the hotel bell almost makes him throw his bottle -now half empty- over the railing. He grabs Peacemaker, makes his way over to the the door, and waits. A few seconds later a gentle tapping in the right pattern tells him it's Gabe, and after a peek to confirm he opens the door and stands aside as Gabe strides in.

"What're you doing still awake?" He asks, conscious of the way his breath must smell and the fact that he hasn't even tried to change into bedclothes.

"Had to wrap up a few things. Just got back." Gabe's eyes sweep the room. Habit. But when he's done he turns his attention to Jesse, and there's no business there, just fondness.

"Y'know you got your own room," Jesse says. You don't have to do this, he means. But Gabe shrugs. 

"Your bed is more comfortable."

"Well then, be my guest."

Gabe walks up to him then, tips his chin up, and rubs his cheek with a thumb the way he knows makes Jesse all soft and pliable. "Going to join me?"

Jesse licks his lips. It's funny. He's too exhausted to be excited about the prospect of spending the night in Gabe's arms, even though he's too riled up to get a good night's sleep either. Gabe sees the answer he was looking for in Jesse's face, and after a chaste kiss on the lips turns around, strips to his briefs, and slips under the covers. He squirms around for a second, getting comfortable, before patting the mattress next to him. Jesse undresses slowly. His brain is hazy from the drink and the fatigue, but he manages to get his pants off without toppling over, and once his jacket and shirt are deposited on the floor he crawls in and snuggles up right next to Gabe's side. The nervous energy that's been driving him nuts since the op started drains bit by bit, as if physical contact with Gabe is leeching it out. Gabe's hand is in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. It feels heavenly.

"So how much time we got for leave after we're home?"

"Three days."

"You wanna do something?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Donno, maybe go into town, get a nice dinner, or trek up to that lake in the next valley over and do a little fishing. "

Gabe humms thoughtfully. "There'll be time to do both."

"Yeah?"

"Why not?"

"Alright, but I'm picking the restaurant this time."

Gabe snorts into Jesse's hair. It tickles, just a little. Jesse sighs. His eyelids are feeling heavier and heavier. 

"I thought that fish place was pretty good."

"Crabs are sea bugs, Gabe, not food. They are actual insects."

"Alright, alright. Your choice."

Gabe likes to indulge Jesse when they're doing romantic things. Jesse always found it a little odd that he was such a hardass in so many aspects of his life but seemed to enjoy being as much a pushover as he could possibly be when it came to romance, but confusing or not it made him feel special. He snuggles up closer to Gabe, and closes his eyes, knowing that they are just men, and even as good as he is Gabe can't protect him from everything, but he feels safe none the less. "I'm thinking that little restaurant with the hot bread you like so much."

Gabe hums his assent. There's something else on Jesse's mind, a comment about the fishing season maybe, but he's too comfortable to bother expressing it, and before he realizes it he's sleeping soundly, snug against the warm body of his commander.

#mcreyes #fic #mine #fluff #fluffbingo

[antleredart]

Just wanted to show my appreciation for @wearealltalesintheend ‘s awesome fic! So I wrote one for her.

“Evan…” It’s right in his ear and Evan tries hard to ignore it, pencil pushed down on the paper.

Connor is floating next to his head, leaning over him. “Evaaan,” He tries again, trying to sound stupidly haunting but after three weeks of having a ghost around Evan’s gotten pretty used to ignoring him. “Hey, fuckboy!”

That works, the lead snaps and Evan glowers up at the space above him. “What?” He hisses trying to be quiet. He still sees one of the girls across from him look up and eyeball him strangely. They mostly let it go. He’s always been twitchy to start. Now he’s grieving and twitchy.

“You’re putting the wrong answer,” Is Connor’s excuse. He looks bored as Hell just floating there and Evan damn well knows at this point that he doesn’t HAVE to be there. He just is. Probably making sure he isn’t talking to Zoe. Which he isn’t, thanks. Connor frightened him off from that after he nearly kissed her. He about destroyed everything in his room AND nearly shattered his computer screen.  

So why was he helping now? No clue. And how did he even know that it was the wrong answer in the first place? Evan hesitated though and erased out his bubble and lifted the pencil to the next one, questioningly.

“Warmer.”

He moved it up again, eyebrows up and barely glancing at the teen who was looking at his nails rather than the paper. Seriously, why did he come back with painted nails? Did he manifest that? Connor wasn’t very forth coming on the whole ghost thing.

“There you go, moron. It’s an easy equation you know.” He floated closer to look at the other questions on the test and Evan stiffened. As of late Connor had given much less of a shit about getting up in Evan’s personal bubble. Especially when he discovered he could touch Evan and send a wave of nauseating cold through him. He did this often. Mostly in the middle of the night for his own kicks.

Evan cast him a look that begged him not to do it in class and not during midterms.

— Thankfully Connor either didn’t think of it or decided to be less of a dick today and moved his hand less toward Evan’s hand and more to the paper. “Next one’s B. I mean, show your work, duh, but it’s B.”

Evan wasn’t sure he should trust the guy who was pissily haunting him but he worked on it anyway. They went through the test like that and Evan tried very hard to pointedly ignore this was cheating. He was already a lair though. What was one more thing on his list?

“You suck at math,” Connor huffed as they walked through the hallway. Though he didn’t need to, he tended to weave in and out of students like he was still alive. “I mean, seriously. You couldn’t even get the last one on your own?”

Evan’s ears were red with embarrassment. “Why do you even care?” He asked under his breath. “Wouldn’t you rather I failed and fucked up everything?”

Connor snorted, “Fuck no. I don’t want my "Best Friend in the whole wide world” to be a dumbass.“ He lowered his hands and phased through a girl, shivering a little. Ugh. Gross. He hated that feeling. It was like flickering out and back in.  "Besides, I had enough of my mom’s bullshit about grades. I don’t wish that on even you.”

It was kinda sweet in a very mean way but Evan would take it. “You like math?” He asked carefully and kept his gaze on the ground. It was both natural and hid his talking to himself.

“Liked,” The ghost spat bitterly. “And I guess? It made sense. Better than anything else in this fuckin’ school.” He scanned the crowd. “I wish I could just use my ghostly powers to piss on the people who made fun of me or-”

“Throw a printer?” Evan chanced a very nervous smile at him.

To his surprise Connor gave a bit of a smirk, “Yeah. Somethin’ like that.”

—- Two weeks later and Evan was at least having a semi normal existence.  As normal as it could be with a ghost floating over him day after day or his lies building and building. He was laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling when Connor popped existence right over him and right in his face.

He shrieked and fell off his bed. “Don’t DO that!” He yelled at him and pulled himself up.

“Oh FUCK,” Connor was actually laughing and holding his sides like it was hurting him. “You should of seen your fuckin’ face. Did you piss your bed?”

Evan was caught off guard. It was the first time he’d actually seen Connor laughing or even smiling since he became  a ghost… or ever, actually. He didn’t think he ever saw him smile before. It was enough to shut off the anger that had barely flared up.  "No! Why did you even do that!“

"Because I’m -bored- and somehow even though you’re alive you’re also boring.” Connor was floating parallel to his bed, looking pleased as fuck with himself. “So do something not boring.”

“Why do I have to entertain you?” Evan asked in frustration. “I’m trying to think of how to help your family.”

“Yea, great job with that.” Connor was upside down now, mostly because he could. “You laying there all mopey is really working on that. Besides, you owe me. You’re the reason I’m dead, right?” It was a nasty statement that Connor used to get his way more than once.

Evan shrank back just like he had every time Connor mentioned it. “Sorry… What do you want to do?” He asked, nervous behavior in place. Back to apologizing.

“I donno,” He floated down to the floor and ran his fingers through his hair. “Do you do anything, like, at all? Games? Music? Anything -besides- trees. I swear to God, if you go on another tangent about trees I’ll kill myself again after I’ve killed you.”

The nerdier of the two of them rolled his eyes a little. “Sorry. I just…. like trees. They’re neat you know? Did you know that fir trees are more related to-”

“Evan, what the fuck did I just say?” It was a warning tone that cut Evan off.

“Sorry,” He muttered again and pulled out an old 64 from a box under his bed. “Uh, we could set this up? Play a few rounds? I’ve got some two player games. Not really sure why. I never really had anyone to play them with. Well, I guess my mom and I did before she got busy but-”

“Evan.” Connor’s was increasing in annoyance.

“Right, sorry, rambling.”  He hooked it up on his small TV and pushed a controller near Connor on the floor. “Uh, Donkey Kong? We could uh, co-op?”

Connor sank down to the floor and tested picking up the controller. It took him a few tries but he managed to get his hands around it. He was slowly getting better at this ghost thing. “It’s fine. I mean, not the shit I’m used to but, whatever.”

They played until Evan fell asleep on the floor next to his bed.  Connor glanced over at him and if the blanket just happened to be on Evan the next morning, well then it fell. Nothing more than that.

#dear evan hansen #deh #ghost connor #tree bros

[chuckprophet]

Interview about Rubinoos w/ Chuck

Q: The album has a warm and spacious feel to it although it retains the classic Rubinoos sound. Did Chuck encourage you to play a little looser on the album?

Hi, Chuck here. I can answer that.

They were always tight but loose in the right places. We just needed to get them into a place where they could all play together. And hear each other. That’s where all those conversational things start to happen. You can hear it on their early records where a drum fill would take over where a vocal stopped. A four-piece band. There’s nothing like it. You didn’t long for more. They didn’t need overdubs. You could close your eyes and see the band.

But making a record old-school like that in 2019 actually takes some doing. Although they’ve cobbled records together in Pro Tools studios over the years, and those records are great. It took some doing to make this happen in the tradition of what I consider to be the classic Rubinoos records.

Initially, Al and Donno were happy for the band to use session musicians in the interest of efficiency as the band had done here and there in the ’90s. Al said, “I can come in later and overdub my vocals.”

It took some convincing to get it through everyone’s heads that the goal was to make this record like the first two records. I had dogged Tommy for the details on how those records were made again and again. Tommy repeatedly reminded me that the band was so incredibly well-rehearsed that by the time they got in there they were ready to chew through the tape. And Tommy pointed out that a setback for them since the ’90s was that when they would stack his and Jon’s vocals in the interest of getting it done, it wasn’t ever the same. Like the Beach Boys, you need all that color in there. That would include Mike Love. So, to have Donno’s voice in there along with the other three really made it sound like the Rubinoos. And that was the goal. To own it. To embrace anything that sounded like the Rubinoos. More than sounding like the Rubinoos. The goal was to be the Rubinoos. The band worked hard at that stuff. To reiterate, Tommy was saying that when they moved to L.A. they lost something . . . because it wasn’t the four voices anymore. They fell into Tommy and Jon multitracking voices. And it wasn’t the same. Donno has a rough kind of growl to his voice and can go really high, and he is sort of the Mike Love ingredient. You can’t take one card out of the card house. Take it out and the whole thing crumbles.

There were a mess of living room rehearsals and full-band rehearsals and vocal rehearsals. And Jon got back on electric guitar. Even as he kicked and screamed that he sucked. There is a distinct feel to his eighth notes. There’s no substitute.

I took notes. In fact, for the first rehearsal I went up to Sacramento and we rehearsed in Tommy’s basement. Jon, Donno and Tommy, and Al . . . and me. Literally knee to knee. Just a couple guitars and Donno beating time with sticks on his knees. And we mowed through some 13 new songs, and it was kind of amazing.

With Tommy at times breaking into these kind of what I call Ferrante and Teicher elevator music versions where he’d play the melody on guitar as well as the chords, which kind of burns the melodies into your psyche.

They had already worked out the three- and four-part harmonies to most of the songs, and there were times when it just sounded like a record. BAM! POW! Very exciting.

Anyway, the thing I love about the Rubinoos is that they were always true to their school. I am not necessarily a power pop nerd or candy boy. But I think what made the Rubinoos, and Jonathan Richman as well, my heroes is to me they were true to their school. They are just a few years older than me. I saw them when I was in high school. And what I saw was a band laying it on the line by playing the music they loved onstage.

And in that respect they were totally fearless.

There were other artists I saw around that time like Sammy Hagar or Greg Kihn. They were good in their own way. But in other ways, they were just selling cheeseburgers. There wasn’t anything dangerous about what they were doing. Everybody loves cheeseburgers.

As far as the songs go, when Tommy and I wrote the record I knew that all the clues and signposts we needed to guide us were imbedded in those first two records. And if we followed those clues logically to their conclusion we could make a great record.

And I think that’s what we did. We might have even written a song that can knock “Hard to Get” out of the set after some 40 years!

As I often say, in 2019 we are living in difficult times. I mean, as far as new music goes? Spend enough time in studios with the Tape Op magazines lying around and you’re forced to watch these young engineers tune the vocal with some software with all the passion they would put into playing Dungeons and Dragons online. Do that enough and it can make you cynical about the process. And it can make you very cynical about new records.

But when these four singers stand around one mic and blend themselves? Wow. It’s something else. Everyone sits up in their ergonomically designed studio swivel chairs and leans into the speakers.

What they do is magic. And my job was to capture as much of that magic on tape as we could. It really wasn’t 

[taehyungwifeyyuva-blog]

What You Waiting For!! Kim Taehyung X Reader (FF)

Episode 3 - Do You Know Me?

M/I/B- Men In Black

Am I Dead?

No I still can hear my heart beats. Its beating so fast, like I'm having nightmares....

Y/N: Uhmmm...excuse me *my voice filled with fears*

M/I/B :Shhssuuuhhh *he suddenly close my mouth with his hand and looking around*

I've try to escape from him but he is holding my hand so tightly.I just look up at his face.Our eyes meet each others.

I can't see his full face cause his wearing mask.I try to take away his mask, and I made it.

I'm in S H O O K!!...I donno what to say or ask.I'm just standing like statue at there even he take away his hands from my mouth. WTF!!! Why I did not scream?!

Y/N: Owh!!!...NO!! Taehyung?!! Kim Taehyung??! What!! Am I dreaming?!NO! He can't be!!..No BISH HE IS!!OH NO!! *my mind fully with questions and doubt*

Taehyung: Jugiyo..Naega neo hante mianhae(Excuse me..Sorry for what I did to you)*he is talking to me but I'm still the same*

Taehyung: Miseu?(miss?)

Y/N: OH NO!!! He calling me..wake up Y/N..*saying to myself but I can't*

Taehyung : Miseu!!*saying while put his hands on my shoulders, shaking me*

Y/N: Owh...What happen?! Where am I? Who are....I know you....owh NO..*I'm just started to blabbering in front of him*

Taeyhung: Neo na aneungeoya?(Do you know me?) * He's waiting for my reply*

Y/N: *giving him confusing look and said* Sorry I don't know Korean.

Taehyung: Owh...mianhae..ops *smiled* sorry again Miss...*smiled again and looking at me*

Did he smiled at me? OH MY GOD why I'm blushing like this?..He just want to ask something to me, suddenly someone interrupt . He closed his face with the mask and turned to other side, walked away.

Lee: Y/N!! Where have you been ? We're searching for u..Aish I thought u get kidnapped Pabo..*saying while taking my hand and bringing me to counter*

Y/N: Yah!!!wait...*I can't able to say anything, I'm speechless*

She paid for what she purchases , we went out from the store. But, I stand for a second turn back casually to see him whether He is still there or not . My eyes can't find him. I thought maybe I'm daydreaming.Started to walk with my friend.

Shopping all done. We went back to our Apartment.

Ms Park: See yah Gurls!!..Good Night..*smiled and waved hand to us*

Y/N &Lee: Good Night Ms Park!!!*smiled and waved our hands to her*

And she's gone.We going to our floor by using Lift. Meanwhile in lift...

Lee: It was fun, rite?! *asking me while laughing and looking at me*

I'm just bitting my nails, did not give her reply."YAH!!!Y/N!!"she shout my name and pinched my hip.

I jumped little bit and answer her " Aaahhh..What? What u ask?".I can see Lee's pissed face.

We reached our floor, went in to our apartment . "Yah!! Mian...I really did not heard what you said..pls..sorry pabo" I said to my cutie Friend.

Lee: Bish!! Dont't lie...you always said to me YOU'RE TOO LOUD LEE...this is the first time you saying that you did not heard me..bish *teasing me around while we are arranging the purchased things*

Y/N: *laughed* Sorry Lee...Now I'm hearing.Tell me.What is it?

Lee: Nothing important...finish this all. I'm going to take shower.

Y/N: YAH!!!!! BISH!!! It's a lot ...help me..

Lee: Punishment for not hearing me!!!!!...*laughed out loud*

After she went to take shower. I'm done arranging the cooking stuff, taking rest in the living room until Lee finish her shower. I can't forget what happen today.I'm keep thinking about it.

Y/N: Did I really see him? Is it he really BTS's Kim Taehyung/V? What he is doing at there? Can celebrities go out like that? If can then why he shut my mouth ? Or I just saw someone else and thinking it was him? Aish...Why I get blushed when I notice his smiling at me? *I'm asking lot of questions to my self*

All of sudden!!.

Lee: WHO SMILED AT U? *standing in front of me*

continue....