#eating popcorn as I write this

[drones-of-innocence]

One headcanon that I never thought to clarify is that Mario refers to Peach as "Princess," because that's how he thinks you're supposed to address a princess. What he means to say is "your Highness," but he doesn't know you're supposed to say that because specific rules of formality like that go above his head. He's just a guy who's never met a Princess before.

So when Peach starts gently hinting that she'd like to be called by her name, this kind of startles Mario because isn't there like another step in there somewhere? With normal people, at least where he's from, there's only one step of formality; by addressing them with Mr./Ms. and their last name or just sir/ma'am, which then progresses to first name. But with a whole princess, in his mind, wouldn't there be three tiers of formality? Or four? After "your Highness," then "Princess," shouldn't it be "Ms. Toadstool," and THEN "Peach?" Like he thought they were nowhere near first-name basis.

Meanwhile Luigi's chilling and maybe even calls her by a nickname sometimes. He and Peach privately think it's sweet that Mario tries so hard to be polite but also it's just funny.

#Mario is galaxy brain #He could probably invent a whole fifth tier of formality too #It's amazing what a raging crush will do to your logic #Luigi just sits back and eats popcorn #Watching these two goofballs dance around each other #Anyway hi my name is Drones and I write Mario fanfic #This hc is always present but unsaid in my fics #Most of them anyway #These are my blorbos and I love them #Mario #Luigi #Princess Peach #Mareach #Silly thoughts

[brutal-nemesis]

An All Organ-ic Buffet

Okay well. This is in one of @galaxywhump and I’s 120 AUs I gutted (hehe) the context you don’t need it besides the fact that this Castys hasn’t ever really been tortured before so he’s not as used to all of this as he would be in canon <3 sucks to suck, dumbass

Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: gore. so much gore. also Castys gets eaten (but it’s a monster so not really cannibalism), a little noncon touching, there is a snake, the rib crowbar shit that i was born to write (❁´◡`❁)

This was going to suck absolute balls, wasn’t it? It was going to be worth it, it was, but it was still going to suck balls. 

The phaitenri lived pretty far from, well, anything, which was probably for the best given its…unique diet. Which was really the only thing that made Castys certain he could strike a good deal with it at all, honestly. 

Having arrived at the caves where the phaitenri made its home, Castys ran through the list of things to say and not say in his head before steeling himself and knocking on the door. A few tense moments passed before it opened, and Castys did his best not to flinch at the sight of the phaitenri. They were annoyingly tall, towering over Castys, bleached-white skin webbed with black cracks, their red eyes boring into him. Most notable, though, were the golden antlers sprouting from their head. What Castys had come for.

“I’ve come here to make a contract with you,” Castys blurted, the promise of a contract protecting him from being outright attacked. The phaitenri’s eyes narrowed, slitted pupils contracting in their different-colored irises.

“Fine,” they growled, their clawed hand curling around the doorframe, “which organs are you willing to part with?”

“Uh…all of them? As many as you want for six inches of antler.” 

They cocked their head. “All…you can’t form a contract for anyone but yourself, human. Do you intend to die for this?”

“Well, see, that’s the thing, I am, uh, what the kids call…immortal. So if you kill me everything’ll just grow back. Seriously, you can have as many organs as you want from me.” The trade was starting to sound more and more horrific as Castys talked, actually saying it out loud, but what could he do? This was the only way to save Berkeley. He had to do this.

The phaitenri crossed their arms, tapping their fingers as they leaned against the doorframe. “How do I know you’re not lying? Give me a demonstration.”

“I will not. At least, not until the contract’s formed.” The phaitenri glared at him. “What? Dying leaves me basically defenseless, I’m not just gonna let you kill me and then take me prisoner, ya know? Look,” he sighed, “if I’m lying, and I enter the contract with you, I’d just die, yeah? The contract would be dissolved, and you wouldn’t be out anything. There’s no reason to refuse.”

After considering it for a moment, the phaitenri straightened, gesturing for him to enter. “Alright, human, I’ll form a contract with you, so let’s negotiate.” Castys followed them inside, slightly relieved that they weren’t just going to dismiss him outright. “I’m Aleph, by the way.” That was a good sign, too, that they told him their name, since it meant that they were very interested in forming a contract with him.

“Castys,” he replied, showing his interest right back. They smiled at him, displaying their wicked-sharp teeth, teeth that would soon be…mmphf, don’t think about that right now. Think about Berkeley. He was doing this for Berkeley.

Aleph sat down at a mostly-empty desk, gesturing for Castys to sit across from them. He did, and it felt…weird, like he was getting ready to discuss a bank loan or something stupid and not, like, having his organs eaten by a monster so he could get a potion ingredient to save his best friend’s life. After thinking a bit, Aleph spoke up, “For six inches of antler, I’ll have you for…two weeks. I can eat as much as I want during that time.”

“Two wee-I don’t have that kind of time! I need to-” Castys stopped, sighing. “One week. That’s the longest I’ll give you.”

Aleph hummed, rocking their head back and forth. “How about…one week, and I can eat as much as I want as well as taking extras and storing them.”

That hardly seemed fair, but…Castys didn’t want to negotiate much more. Typically, the longer talks went on, the greedier phaitenris got. It was usually best to take the second option offered, so… “Alright. One week of unlimited access for six inches of antler.”

“Deal!” Aleph clapped their hands together, grabbing a sheet of parchment and writing down the terms. They signed their name before pricking their thumb and stamping on a thumbprint of their black blood, handing it to Castys when they were done. He took it, reading it over thoroughly, making sure they didn’t sneak in any fine print, before preparing to do the same. “Wait!” Aleph stopped him just as he was about to sign. “Take off your shirt.”

“Huh? Why-”

“The moment you sign that, magic chains are going to appear on your wrists until you’ve served your part of the contract, and even I won’t be able to get them off without dissolving it entirely. And since I’m going to need access to your torso…either take it off now or I’ll have to cut it off later.”

“Oh. Good call.” Castys was glad Aleph had spoken up since he was wearing one of Berkeley’s shirts, and he’d feel bad if it got destroyed. He pulled it off, Aleph’s hungry gaze sending a slight chill up his spine. “Thanks.” Taking a deep breath, Castys picked up the contract again, signing his name and pricking his thumb. The moment his thumb stamped on the parchment, iron manacles appeared on his wrists, just as Aleph had said. The chain between them was long enough that it wouldn’t be a huge inconvenience, but he was still chained, the inescapable reality of the contract heavy around his wrists.

“Well, let’s get started!” Aleph said, giddy as they took the contract from Castys and put it away. Once that was done, they reached out and hooked their finger around the chain between his wrists, dragging him along behind them. They pulled him into a room that was, well…it was pretty clear what kind of things happened here.

The walls were dark, definitely covered with bloodstains, because of course, and the floor was too, even though there was a drain in the middle of it, so clearly things could be cleaned up if Aleph wanted to. There was a table to one side, also bloodstained, with restraints, which wasn’t surprising in the slightest, but the sight of it still made Castys’s stomach turn. Aleph half-pulled him towards it, but then stopped and half-pulled him towards a comfortable-looking and somehow not bloodstained armchair, but then stopped again, rocking back and forth on their heels.

“Oh mannn, I just don’t know,” they whined, looking down at Castys. After a few more seconds, they bent and scooped him off of his feet faster than he could react, holding him in a bridal carry. “I just don’t know where I want to start with you, you know? There’s so many options…” They were looking him up and down, hugging him close to their chest, their bare skin freezing against his. Castys was tempted to make a suggestion so they’d put him down, but he didn’t really know if there was anywhere he wanted them to, ah, start more than somewhere else.

“Oh, I think I’ll start with your tummy. It’s been a while since I’ve had intestines!” Aleph carried him over to the armchair, settling into it comfortably, shifting their hold on Castys so he was sitting on their lap with his back against their chest, and he couldn’t help but shiver despite his efforts to stay still. Sure, he absolutely didn’t want to be sitting on their lap like this, but he was under a contract now, and he was going to serve his side of it as well as he could so this whole nightmare could proceed as smoothly as something like this ever could.

They twisted the chain attached to his wrists in one hand, pulling up and holding his arms off to the side and out of the way, their other hand teasing the surface of his bare stomach, claws scraping his skin lightly. Just as he was about to yell at them to just do it already, to stop driving up the anticipation, their claws turned inward, plunging into his flesh. Castys screamed at the sudden pain, head arching back against Aleph’s shoulder, eyes wide. They grabbed ahold of something and pulled, tearing the gash in his stomach open wider, and, no, no, he couldn’t look, didn’t want to look, he was already stuck feeling the awful pull at his insides, something sliding out of him through the hole in his abdomen, and the noises, the wet slipping, tearing, sucking, biting, swallowing, Aleph’s hums of pleasure, and their hand just kept going back in, pulling out more and more and more, and he didn’t know how much was left, how much he’d had at the start, but his ears were ringing now, vision fading, t-there was so much blood, it was so hot on his stomach and got colder as it dripped down, leaving him shivering and shuddering against Aleph, their tight grip on him never relaxing, pressing him into their chest, feeling his every twitch, and he couldn’t take it, he wanted to worm out of their grasp and run away, escape this awful, awful moment, but he had to be still, he had to let this happen, had to endure this for Berkeley’s sake, he couldn’t give up now, not when they’d just started, he had to do this, even as something squirted out and landed on his face, even as the ringing got so loud it drowned out the sounds of Aleph eating, even as he got so dizzy he wasn’t sure if they were even holding him anymore, e-even as-as…he was empty inside now, wasn’t he? So that was it then. It was. 

It was.

When Castys came to, he was still on Aleph’s lap, still covered in blood, but his stomach was…no, something felt…wrong. Aleph was giving him a look that he could only call concerningly fascinated. Henceforth, he was very concerned as he looked down to see…ah. Well that was. That was new. That sure was new.

His whole torso was all bloody, and that was expected. Aleph’s hand was resting on his chest, arm drenched in red, little strings of ripped flesh clinging to the surface of their skin, and that was expected. What wasn’t expected were the twisted ropes of intestine erupting from the unbroken skin of his stomach. There wasn’t any pain, everything healed up after he’d died, just the strange, disturbing sensation of…this. 

“This is so fun, look at you!” They grabbed the coils of his intestines, tugging at them gently as they examined them, causing him to wince. “You came back to life just like you said you would, and this makes it so much more interesting. I wasn’t planning on eating any more quite yet, but I feel like just leaving this out here would be a waste…If I kill you again, will that fix it?”

Castys gulped. “I, uh, I think so? This has never happened before, so I think as long as everything’s, um, inside when I die, it should be okay.” 

“Alright. I’ll try to be more careful in the future.” Aleph ruffled his hair with their bloody, gore streaked hand, much to Castys’s dismay. He didn’t mind getting dirty, but having his own blood and guts in his hair was a bit much, even for him. “Sorry, I sorta did that without thinking. I’ll let you get cleaned up after I finish here.” They grabbed the intestines hanging out of his stomach, and Castys winced, looking away as they began eating once more, thankfully not with as much voracity as before, but them going slower was almost…worse, in a way. He wasn’t as distracted by the chaos and the pain and the blood, and he could tell just how much Aleph was…enjoying this. 

But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how he felt, what he was going through. It only mattered that he was going to save Berkeley. That made all of this worth it. It was just one week. He could handle it. For Berkeley.

He grew used to it soon enough, or at least as used to having your organs ripped out and eaten as a guy could get. Aleph had two large meals a day, one midmorning and one early evening, but they took plenty in between to save for later, so he spent most of the day sliced open and bleeding. Really, it took so much scrubbing to get the layers of dried blood caked onto his skin off each night, but Aleph insisted he wash off, and, honestly, he felt gross enough that he actually wanted to, which was saying something. Wearing his red swim trunks here had been the best decision he’d ever made, since they cleaned off pretty well. He probably wouldn’t be too traumatized by all this to wear them again. Probably.

Probably.

He was lying on the table this time, the chain on his wrists secured to some hook or something above his head. His ankles and hips were strapped down, too, but the worst was the one around his fucking neck.

“Sorry, it’s just that I can’t exactly strap down your chest, so this is the best way to keep you still. Try not to choke?” 

“I’ll do my best,” Castys sighed, wincing slightly as he swallowed under the tight leather strap. 

Aleph giggled. “Before we get started, I think we’re going to need my friend’s help with this one.” They stepped away for a moment, and when they returned they were holding…a snake? A big, shiny, purple snake. They held it up proudly. “This is my familiar, Ileum! She’s a real sweetheart, but her venom makes blood clot more quickly, so she’s going to give you a little bite so you don’t die before I’m done with this, okay?”

Castys swallowed, glad this was happening to him, who liked snakes, and not Berkeley. “Uh, okay.” He really didn’t like where this was going if whatever bullshit they were gonna do required him to stay alive longer than a person should, but what could he do? 

Aleph lowered Ileum until she was next to his upper arm, which was also very close to his face. They tapped his bicep. “Right here, girl!” Ileum stared at him for a moment, unblinking, before striking, fangs sinking in and out of his arm so fast it might as well have been an injection. He still flinched, his arm throbbing like he’d been stabbed with a nail. “Good girl,” Aleph cooed, stroking their snake’s head before setting her down on the ground. Shit, had Ileum just been wandering around the whole time he’d been here? He was surprised he’d never seen her. But whatever, he had more important things to focus on right now. Like the fact that he was probably about to get ripped open and gutted like a fish.

Aleph placed a hand on his chest, taking a moment to feel his heartbeat. While Castys didn’t exactly enjoy the feeling of them touching him, he savored his last few moments of not really being in pain before-ah, uh huh, there it was, claws digging into his flesh, tearing away the layer of skin and muscle over the left half of his rib cage. Castys had seen his ribs a lot in the past few days. They looked how you would expect them to look. Rib-y. Aleph wormed a motherfucking crowbar under one of them, and at that moment Castys decided to stare at the bloodstains on the ceiling. Given where he was lying, it was pretty easy to imagine how those got there, all humans ever did in this room was bleed and scream and-

CRACK

The sound was short, loud, sharp, piercing, nestled in his ears, stabbing through his skull, the nonexistent echoes nearly drowning out the sound of the cries humming in his throat, the leather tight over his neck making him all-too aware of them.

There was pain, too, of course there was pain, sharp and bright and suffocating, and now there was pressure again, the next rib being strained until it snapped, causing him to jerk against the straps, and it was all he could do to keep breathing as his vision started to darken, but unconsciousness wasn’t coming for him, no, just a haze of dizziness punctuated by the loud snap of his bones breaking, all the pain blending together until it was all unrecognizable and painful and awful and very very painful-

“Aw, come on, Castys, look at this!” Aleph’s hand curled in his hair, jerking his head up, pressing his throat into the strap over it so hard he could barely breathe. They tore through a thin film over his organs with a claw like they were unwrapping a Christmas present before carefully pawing his lung aside, better exposing his beating heart. Castys had never seen his heart before, or planned on seeing it, or wanted to see it, but there it was, stupidly still beating even after all of this. “It’s so cool to see it going like that, huh?” Castys let out a choked gasp in response, and that seemed to be enough for Aleph, who let go of his hair, his head thunking back against the table. “I’m gonna drink from it!”

Castys didn’t really register what that meant until they were on top of him, straddling his waist, tossing away the last few pieces of splintered bone before lowering their mouth to his heart, giggling as its frantic beats brushed against their lips.

And then gently, tenderly, they bit down.

Thump thump

Their teeth only went in a little, not enough to kill, as much as Castys wished they would.

Thump thump thump thump

They sat like that for a moment, the throbbing muscle massaging their tongue, fresh, hot blood gushing directly into their mouth.

Thump thump thumpthump

Castys only now started screaming, but not because he could feel anything.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthu-

He didn’t notice the pain anymore, really.

ThumptHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUM-

There was only the figure crouched on top of him, their face in his chest cavity.

ThUMPthUMPThuMptHumPthUMPTHuMpTHUmpTHuptH-

He was so, so grateful when they bit down harder and everything cut to black.

Somehow, he woke up without any noticeable fuckery going on with his ribs, which was cool. Aleph was sitting up now, a mass of…oh, it was the remnants of his heart still in their hand. They must have torn it out before his chest closed up, meaning the one beating inside him now was…not the one he’d been born with. A drop of fresh blood fell from the ceiling and landed on his face, and he switched to gazing at the new constellations he’d added up there while Aleph finished eating. 

That had definitely been one of the worst Anythings of his life, but if he had to do it again for Berkeley’s sake, he would.

 In a heartbeat.

Castys Cult: @as-a-matter-of-whump​ @blackrosesandwhump​ @fanmanga1357-blog​​ @thehopelessopus​ @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi​ @hearse-song​ @muddy-swamp-bitch @whumpasaurus101 @yet-another-heathen​​ @galaxywhump​ @starnight-whump​ @his-unspoken-words​ @misspelledwitch​ @suspicious-whumping-egg​ @pumpkin-spice-whump​ @painsandconfusion​ @i-can-even-burn-salad​​ @befuddled-calico-whump​ @whumpinggrounds​ @whump-queen​

#whump #whump writing #castys #aleph #immortal whumpee #gore #snake bite #noncon touching #not many cw huh. because they're all just GORE #cannibalism #to be safe #i have a picrew or two of aleph if anyone wants #they were named after one of the uniliteral hieroglyphs and it's represented by a vulture #which now that i think about it is sort of fitting that was not intentional i just thought aleph would make a good name #they eating his intestines like popcorn while watching a film #fun fact i wrote the section where they eat his heart at a starbucks on public wifi #so that would have been fun for a hacker to see lmao #ive just always loved prying ribs off with crowbars im glad i got to do it finally #big snappy :) #disease where i edit this like once and ship it off to the press #tbf i wrote like the first half of this a year ago so some of it has been stewing for a WHILE #so fuck it we ball #this also has the longest sentence ive ever written at 245 words! unless im forgetting one #tfw it's getting all telltale heart over here #uh yeah hope those of you who can stomach it enjoyed

[shivunin]

Enjoyable Things

Tagged by @bitchesofostwick to list five things I enjoy c: Thanks for the tag!

Cotton Candy (my beloved)

Thunderstorms

When I rub my dog's belly and he puts both of his paws over my hand so I don't move it

When a piece of fiction is so perfectly composed that you can reread/watch/play it once you've experienced most of the plot and find all sorts of hidden foreshadowing and easter eggs that make sense in the end (i.e. The Haunting of Hill House (show) and October Daye)

When stat numbers on AO3 have a fun pattern in them (i.e. all multiples of four, or like 1,001 etc etc)

Tagging: @greypetrel @layalu @cullenvhenan @heniareth @gvnseylike @star--nymph @palipunk @gaysebastianvael @transprincecaspian @ndostairlyrium @siriskulksnerding @demandthedoodles @scribbledquillz @zenstrike @daggerbean @idolsgf @jtownnn and YOU (what do you enjoy?) c:

#if i ever forget you in one of these moots pls let me know i can't always keep track #also yes seconded on otgw and movie popcorn!! #and my runner up was when you eat a piece of crab and you get all of the leg meat out of a segment in one go #*very* satisfying #oh and sunsets after a dust storm #and online friends c: #and when you finish writing something and you get that sense of closure that it's actually really done #(like string musicians putting down their bows) #and maple candy!! #tag game #dixeram

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

trying to turn my shit day around by cosplaying as harrison matthew frost

#he’s sooo coping mechanism #babygirl I got the all the harrison accessories on & the angry at god attitude we are SOOO BACK #anyway lost gods scene where harrison watches judge judy & eats caramel popcorn WHEN???? #need to write 22 yr old harrison again like 18 yr old Rachel had no idea 22 yr old Harrison would just be 22 yr old rachel but like #we’re both unemployed living at home watching judge judy & rotting in the mid-afternoon!!!! #also like since I’m already talking in the tags idk if LG will be called that but I’m kinda attached…. I have a long biblical title tho LOL #we’ll see !

[yellowmagicalgirl]

I had an odd dream the other night, in which there was a fanfic website that was dedicated to taking the concept of the gift economy way too far.

So, at first glance, the site looked fairly normal. It took the open-source code from AO3 and based itself off of that, though the default site skin was dark pink comic sans on a light yellow background. The difference was that there was an in-site way of commissioning authors. Not for money - the site was as against monetizing fanfic as the average (reasonable) fanfiction website is.

Instead it had something called either CommentBux or FicBux (I'll use the latter from now on bc that's shorter). You'd earn one FicBux if you left a kudo on the author's work, and another FicBux for every 10 words you left in a comment. There was a plagiarism checker so you couldn't just quote the fic when commenting, emojis didn't count, and I'm not sure if words rolled over from one comment to the next. FicBux were separated by each author, because they were used for commissions.

10 FicBux = 100 words that you could commission from the authors. Authors couldn't turn commission requests off, but they could

Change "prices" from the default.

Report harassing commissioners.

Reject commissions.

Accept requests and refund them later (but not after publishing!), but there was a 3-day wait time between doing so.

Set it so that readers couldn't request fandoms, characters, ratings (not rated wasn't an option on the website), relationships, archive warnings, or additional tags beyond what you had already written.

Readers, on the other hand, could report authors for not writing what was requested (within reason, which is to say the staff/volunteer got to decide what they wanted). They could also cancel the commission any time before the author finished, but they then couldn't request from that author for another 7 days.

Authors wouldn't be able to publish a commissioned fic until they reached the word count, but they could offer a partial refund. However, the commissioner would have to accept this before the author could publish. If an author went more than 33% over the paid word count, a warning would pop up, and if they went more than 66% of the paid word count they couldn't publish the fic.

Due to the way the site was putting the economy into the gift economy, they got rid of prompt memes and gift exchanges as well as regular old gifts for non-"paying customers". Sure, you could write in your author's note that this was a fic written for your friend Alice's birthday without actually gifting it to her because she didn't pay you, but it was frowned upon.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #writeblr #i know i say take the concept way too far but a small part of me hopes someone makes this concept a reality #now is it watching the torment nexus crash and burn while i eat popcorn from the sidelines #or is it a new age of fandom (especially since as much as i love AO3 i don't want it to be the only popular site in case something happens #(no ffn webnovel and wattpad don't count)) #but i am generally leaning towards 'no please don't make this what horrific ideas am i releasing upon the world'

[pleuvoire]

i need a book tracking site without the social media aspect. like wordkeeper alpha but for books read. i feel like seeing other people's reviews detracts from the experience of sitting with my thoughts and seeing other people on my dashboard post their impressive numbers of impressive titles read makes me feel like i'm doing something wrong. i want a tracker that's just me and the books in my quiet little corner

#the best thing to come out of the social aspect of goodreads is 1000-word-long one-star reviews #i eat those up like popcorn and have been known to write my own #the rest not so much

[iloveyouitisruiningmylife]

it would be so cool to date a writer like i would ask them to write me a fic with us as the main couple for my birthday whatever trope they like

#in kpop so many people gift each other fics it's awesome #i wouldn't want ocs tho like maybe we would have a favorite couple that we relate too and id tell them to write a fic of them but just #between us it would be about us our lives the things we say #and then we would reenact it on a date night #they could literally just write about us watching tv and eating popcorn and still id think it is the best fic ever #and i would learn all the dialogues and we'd play it out like a script #this is so nerdy help

[jamesisasimp]

Okay but an AU where the Black family mafia is burned down in a house fire on New Years Eve while Regulus was out fetching his brother from the pub with his three lowlife friends. The brothers come back to find their family and their empire gone, and their faces on every wanted poster in the city - not to mention that, without their family's protection, all the people they've done wrong to want revenge.

Regulus will turn eighteen in a year, and then he'll be old enough to travel out of the country with Sirius, but until then they need to stay with his friends in their safehouse. The hotel used to be Barty's father's, but he slipped something into his tea and now it's a safe haven for the criminals with nowhere else to go where he runs the bar. Remus grew up in a sacrificial cult that he escaped during a police raid, and because of his involvement and years without proper meals and medical treatment, his options are numbered and his wallet can barely sustain how deadly ill he's fallen. James used to be rich, he really did, but then he gambled it all away trying to get richer and impress Lily Evans, then his parents kicked him out and he used to last of his funds to pay for Remus's medication - he's completely broke.

They're barely getting by and they're surviving mostly because no one knows they're there. And they're about to adopt the two most sought after criminals in all of London. They can't say no, how could they? They're in love with them.

#i want to write this so bad but i know i don't have the talent to do it justice #like sirius following remus to work and helping pay for his medicines #to make up for letting them stay #and the slow burn of reg watching james work in the garden in the spring #to coming home from work sweaty in the summer #to sitting by the fire and eating popcorn balls with him in the autumn #to finally kissing on christmas eve #two days before reg and sirius are supposed to leave forever #like??? #i need #jegulus #starchaser #wolfstar

[sluttyten]

ALSO I had a customer call me pretty today, like girl stop, I’m blushing ☺️ and then right after that the next customer also told me she liked my earrings 🥰

#and then idk if it’s just that I was in a good mood or what today #like the energy in our store was pretty good for most of the day even though it was crazy busy #but like I don’t know I felt like there were some customers that gave me really good vibes like a customer who asked me if he was allowed to #leave a tip and then handed me like 3 or 4 dollars #idk it was busy and lowkey crazy all day but like I’m still in a good mood #I was mildly frustrated this morning just because it was like nonstop for two or three hours of breakfast which our store is NOT used to #but like lmao it was a good day idk why I’m in such a good mood but I’m liking it #now I’m home I’m gonna shower and eat some popcorn bc I’ve been craving that all day and I’m possibly gonna write or just get in bed and #binge some YouTube because I’m way behind on my subscriptions

[knowerofuselessfacts]

Writing prompt/incorrect quotes prompt:

A: You have Mothman on speed dial?

B: Yeh

A: Why???

B: Mostly so I can tell people I have Mothman on speed dial

#mothman #incorrect quotes #writing prompt #i imagine character b having some sort of popcorn or chips they are eating w/o really paying attention

[townofcrosshollow]

I'm so conflicted about gen z's relationship with non binary gender. Because I'm simultaneously concerned as a transgender person by the seeming development of a culturally specific third gender category in modern society that really does not match the aims of the movement to embrace the diversity of transgender experience, and also super excited as an anthropology lover by the seeming development of a culturally specific thid gender category in modern society

#like #i don't WANT there to be a gender triad with adapted gender roles wherein only three gender performances are considered acceptable #but also if it happens i'm gonna be eating my popcorn and writing blog posts about it in the year 2053 y'know??? #incoherent rambling

[ohissandhalasta]

Haven't been involved in this fandom for months, haven't interacted in months and yet gods bless them the friends I still have holding on in the insanity of lore discourse still send me the wild shit they see and I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT'S SO FUNNY

#yes please keep writing your insane conspiracy theories about c!dream apologists #oh what's this i'm holding? oh nothing #*audible popcorn munching* #do not let me disturb you at all please continue i believe you said something about c!tommy? #god i hated that guy back in my day #*more very audible popcorn eating sounds*

[belteppismo]

I love when my entire class waits for me to organise everyone's part in the group presentation and then also expects me to make the PowerPoint

#do you want me to write it for you too? #maybe i should present everything alone #i'll also bring you some popcorn to eat while you watch #sorry i'm stressed #school

[i-bring-crack]

Scum Villain but the transmigator is Ning Yingying who doesn't want to become a harem member and so she slowly pushes her Shizun to be more calm and caring towards Luo Binghe and also attempting for Luo Binghe to NOT fall in love with the other harem members, Liu Mingyang, The palace mistress and Sha Hualing most importantly.

This backfires immensely because Luo Binghe now thinks that Ning Yingying is amazed with Liu Mingyang after they had their usual Bai zhan and Qing Jing Peak duels, that is totally the reason as to why she is trying to befriend her with sweets and gifts (and totally not because she wants to make as many allies as possible so when the time comes she can at least have a backup amongst the thousands of other women in the harem).

So he decides to help his Shijie out by getting them closer together!

That certainly will strengthen their bond!—and why is Shijie looking so horrified right now....

BECAUSE BINGHE IS STARTING TO PICK UP HIS GIRLS ALREADY OH NOOOO.

But what can she do? He is the main protagonist, of course all girls will fall in love with him and who could reject such a white lotus binghe?!?!

Ning Yingying thinks hard for a long time and at the end she sees that there is no other choice.

For a long time she has already spied over where Luo Binghe's eyes rest all the time. And she has read all of PIDW until it was written in her skin! She knows how to see between the lines of Melon_Princess' story and knew(before it blew up and started catering to its audience with bs stallion things), that for a moment, there could be something else that Luo Binghe felt that wasn't just admiration for his Shizun.

Welp. Time to turn the protagonist gay.

Somehow????

It can't be that hard he just has to get Shizun to talk about his feelings!....

She rather take the college exams again actually.

Welp, where does she start?

"Ning Yingying. Why are you so distracted lately?" The sound of Shizun's voice is truly soft compared to how he deals with the other students, she truly is one of the most dotted of the bunch. No wonder the original was such a childish naive child to not see the abuse Shizun had put the protagonist through. It was almost impressive to read how Luo Binghe still held high respect towards such a trash character until he was kicked into the abyss.

...But why...

Why can't he be nice to white lotus Binghe?

Why is she the only dotted? Where those rumors in PDIW about him being attracted to the original, true? from the time she spent around him, she felt more like a daughter being dotted on by a father than anything else.

Just where did those rumors come from?

She investigates a little further, getting to hear from Liu Mingyang that her Shizun saw Shen Qingqiu going to the brothers every night, and how Yue Qingyuan did nothing about it despite the fact that it could ruin Cang Qiong's peak reputation.

In that moment, a loud bang appears from the Ling Xi caves, the two of them bolt their focus immediately on the sounds of fighting and explosions.

And then it hits Ning Yingying.

Liu Qingge dies here.

This is the point where Shen Qingqiu's character is unable to be redeemed.

NO WAY WILL SHE LET THE WHITE LOTUS BINGHE FALL FOR A MAN WHO KILLED HIS SHIDI!

Unfortunately he is the only choice so it's time to turn Shizun into the proper elegant husband that Binghe needs!

#Ning Yingying just out here trying to please the protagobist but also not as much so that he doesnt fall in love with her #and when Binghe sees his Jiejie with presents and sweets and spoiling Mingyang despite their peaks being enemies #Binghe is just like #Is Jiejie a lesbian? #same with Ning Yingying just watching Binghe admire his Shizun's graceful skill defeating demons and being like #is Binghe gay? #wait #then does this mean i could make my fanfiction... real? #—lmao i just imagine Mingyang and Yingying trying to pair them up. #then Yingying wanting to still secure her friendship with the highest of queens in the harem #she goes to befriend Sha hualing after Binghe return back from the abyss #and Sha hualing is just forced into the friendship cuz she cant win against Mingyang's strenght who trained inmensly after the fight #oh yingying #slowly gathering Binghe's harem while the other is trying to slowly (but effectively) crack his Shizun's true nature #Imagine Liu Bing Shen in the foreground trying to communicate despite their complex feelings towards each other #and how they should treat each other because their past was not the best of ways and all of this is spiraling down into a mess of emotions #confused between love and hatred towards each other and guilt and repent over not seeing the others true nature. #and then there is Sha hualing eating popcorn with Yingying while Mingyan writes like there is no tomorrow #all three from the bushes #adding on that Melon princess is the palace mistress who whole-heartedly made the water cave scene hapoen while Yinying was dying of worry #and that LPM may have contributed to moshang becoming a thing #but what she do? she only offered Shang qinghua a post in Huan hua palace so as to have a skill mind and administrator #she didn't think that Mobei jun would fall for her administrator #and now he wants him! >:/ she cant even say anything about it because Luo Binghe is t h e r e #scum villain's self saving system #svsss fanfiction

[emma-d-klutz]

Of course you offer guests snacks, and if you're cooking for yourself, you ask whoever else is around if they'll be wanting any. If a friend you invited has stayed over long enough, it's time to ask if they want to order takeout or start cooking. Eating a meal yourself and sending a guest to another room or having them just watch is plain demonic - quadrupley so if it's a child!

But there is something negative to be said about those older adults who will sit down at an unset table and expect you to start cooking for them at a dinner time they just intuit themselves when you neither made any indication you plan on cooking for yourself nor have they done so much as offer to help in the kitchen. In that instance alone, I'm taking a more Swedish stance.

#older relstives who no one invited - i am eating popcorn for dinner. ifk what youre doing at the table but it has nothing to do with me #swedengate #meant to write idk not ifk but too lazy to retype the tag

[gingerbreadmonsters]

see you guys in like 2 hours lol

#zurich to london isn't far lmao #gonna eat some popcorn and maybe write a little bit who knows #well ig it's more like 3 hours tbh #flight doesn't leave for a while so #but it isn't long and i have snacks so