#feat the angry dude

[past-shaped]

i just love how izzy haters keep jumping on the izzy hands tag to show off how they seemingly disregard season 2 izzy and still view him the same way they did in season 1

#and the way they view season 1 izzy is just a tremendous feat of completely not even trying to understand a character #absolutely remarkable #but what do i know im just one of those fans who likes another angry white dude #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death

[bell-cloche]

Binged half of Apocrypha today and this was the main takeaway

#fate series #fate grand order #fate apocrypha #art #mordred #I would’ve gotten to this much sooner if someone had told me it was just a polycule of tiny bleeding hearts #and an angry trans dude putting up with annoying coworkers #feat terrible history lessons and other insanity cause it’s fate

[euphoricimagination]

𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 - Part 2

Feat. Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Aoba Johsai

Since Seijoh’s volleyball club was very popular among the students, the coach had no problems in looking for someone to be there while you weren’t

In fact, the coach found two, mostly because there were a lot of duties during that week

Unnecessary in the eyes of the team, they were fine before you, they don’t need two of them now

Not even a day passed when the team were dreading this decision; not only they were Oikawa fans to begin with, but they were also annoying

Even Oikawa couldn’t find joy in this situation

The normally heartthrob of the team, the one that adores receiving attention, couldn’t stand them, missing your *playful* punches and scoldings

You luckily were able to hang out with them after their Sunday practice, when it had become a tradition to go to the nearest shopping mall to eat a meal as a team

So to surprise them, you went there without them, planning to raid their table

When you saw them walking into the food court you couldn’t help but giggle, one girl was holding the arm of a very disgusted Oikawa, while the other was clearly acting like a dude alongside an annoyed Iwaizumi, everyone else ignoring them

You started looking at the menus, deciding what to eat, ordering a burger and some fries

“Wow, you’re eating…that? Someone is not thinking about hot girls summer” you hear from your left, one of the girls looking at you as if you were committing a sin

“yeah I don’t care”

“That’s all you’re getting? I could not eat only that, I’m ordering like 6 burgers” another voice comes from your other side, the other girl was there too

“…ok” you say, starting to understand why the team was so fed up with them. The team looks mean, but they were never unnecessary rude

“can I have a salad? I wish I could eat..that, but I’m too worried about how I look, you know” the girl in your left says

“I just got done playing volleyball with the team, so I need like…6.000.000 calories, imagine only eating a salad” the other says, making you sigh

“I love your make up, by the way! It’s so…natural, I wish I had the confidence to not care about how I look on public, good for you!” the girl says with a sarcastic tone

“imagine even wearing make up every day and trying that hard, like I just roll out of bed an-”

“I don’t care about any of your thoughts, so shut up please” you say annoyed, you didn’t know if you were annoyed, uncomfortable or straight up angry, but before you could add anything else an arm wraps your shoulder

“Yn-chaan!” Oikawa squishes you

“Yn-san, you’re here!” Kindaichi exclaims, relief appearing on his face. Kunimi gets slightly closer to you, a move that means that he wants some type of affection, so you pat his head

“Y-you know her?” the princess type of girl asks, eyes wide

“She is our dear manager” Matsukawa adds, Hanamaki nodding with a smirk that only grew bigger when the girl shrieks

“H-her?! But she looks so weak! And I bet she doesn’t know shit about sports! Like.. she’s a girl!” the ‘tomboy’ girl says now

“don’t get too comfortable now, you were just a substitute for her, not the other way around. She is the best manager we could ever ask for” Oikawa says mockingly, hugging you tighter

“b-b-but…”

“you can leave now, we have our manager back, we don’t need you two here anymore” Iwaizumi ends the conversation, taking your tray with food as they all take you to the table

“I still have a few days that I can’t be there” you tell them once you were sitting

“we’ll manage” Iwaizumi says

“What Yn-chaan? Are you sure you aren’t missing this handsome face of mi-ouch!” Oikawa tries to say, but you punch him making the team laugh

You were at peace again

Fukurodani

Despite having another managers in their rooster, the coach decided to ask the manager of other team to help them out

After all the team is big, so another hand wouldn’t be bad

The team was nice, so they did try their best to make her feel welcome eve if it was for a week and a half

But she was making things hard

Washio tried to be a gentleman, but he ended up not interacting much with her

Konoha, in the other hand, was sarcastic, but she was either too dense or too delusional to realize

Akaashi tried to be understanding, but even he was starting to get tired of it

And Bokuto, even with his loud and extroverted personality, ended up just trying to avoid her

When you came back, you had the *amazing* opportunity to meet her first hand, right after entering the gym

What the guys have told you wasn’t particularly encouraging, yet you still wanted to give her a fair shot

“Why are you looking at me? It’s just a knee brace, you never seen something like this?” she tells you, before you could even say hi

“well, hi, nice to meet you too”

“So…you are the manager? The one that I’m replacing? Well, of course you don’t know what this is, since you don’t play any sports”

“well, before I kinda did some cheerleading, but it wasn't for me so I joined this idiots and…”

“exactly! Cheerleading isn’t a sport! Gosh, how are you even the manager of this team”

“Yn!!” Bokuto enters the gym, hugging you tightly as he spins around. Akaashi was behind, who gives you a smile

“If you were wondering! I got injured by playing football…and then basketball and then volleyball with the boys, remember that Bokuto?!”

“eh..nope” bokuto answers confused

“Well me neither”

“anyways! I’m back on the team, so thank you for…well, being here. I’ll take care of it from here on out…unless the guys want you to stay..?” you say

“NO!” a collective answer came in, way too quickly. You resisted a laugh

“well, that settles it, good luck with your knee brace” you push her out softly, a grunt coming from her

“Thank god you’re back Yn-chan” Akaashi tells you, the team patting your head lovingly

“we should celebrate! After practice lets go to eat!” Bokuto adds

“okay! Bokuto is paying!” Konoha says, going to the court to start practicing

You see bokuto whine as he goes too, everyone joining while making fun of the owl boy.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #oikawa imagine #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa fluff #oikawa hcs #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #bokuto headcanons #bokuto fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #akaashi headcanons #akaashi fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x you #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi hcs #oikawa headcanons

[love-belle]

i wake up and it's october, the loss is yours !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the songs she wrote haunt him while he's trying to move on.

or

for when you thought that it'd be forever. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - im so SORRY!!!!!! i genuinely have no inspiration to write atm but i still wrote this bc i felt so guilty :// i hope u like this, i love you thank u sm for sticking around <3

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yourusername my ep "i'll smile and you'll have to face it" is finally hereeee!!!!!!! i wrote one half of it on the floor of my closet and the other half in my gf's (carmenmmundt) bedroom so this obviously holds a lot of meaning to me :) i hope all of u are able to heal a part of yourself while listening to this just like how i was able to heal myself while writing and recording this <3 i love u and im so proud of u in case no one told u this today, thank u so much for supporting me, i'll forever be in love with u all

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lewishamilton better than i was two weeks ago

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[spotlightlowlife]

manipulating the audience hazbin a helluva easy feat

I will stop these titles one day

Anyone notice how Lucifer behaved a chauvinistic dude bro when faced with Adam, made worse that he was in the presence of his daughter.

So did Lucifer cheat on Lilith?

Or was this yet another sugar sugardaddy x sugarbaby power x pov exchange only with the inclusion of the most liberal woman ever?

Adam didn't initiate the gotcha girl and gotcha girl again mockery and gave no impression of caring about this, why was this the only thing Lucifer had to rub in his face? Adam would actually go on to open up about his envy of the sinners not appreciating him for being their ancestor.

Lucifer simply thinks sinners suck and agrees to the exterminations happening.

He is welcome to be smug.

This is just fine.

This franchise has a pattern of this, it gives the impression that this is intentional knowing full well that along as the audience backs the right horse, they can do no wrong, insert anything anywhere and loyalty or silence prevails.

We witness Angeldust, after persistently S harrassing Husk opening up about how he isn't as comfortable or confident about the world he's in. We see for ourselves that as sex positive as he tries to portray, he's nowhere near in control.

We then in a later episode witness Sir Pentious get SA as a gag, made worse that he was inebriated but still managed to do nothing but resist. This same episode Angeldust gets a serious scene standing up to his S predator.

Valentino is the prominent sexual predator of these stories, because Angledust is unhappy.

Elsewhere his royal, prehistoric 'good twin', Ozzie the prince of lust isn't to blame for the sexdolls he puts out of his lover Fizzoroli, the prince of greedy who shows no interest in sex outside of adding it to a checklist of things that sell is to blame, we are abruptly told this and guided to accept it because 'cute ship', even though that ship has moved into not so fun sugardaddy x sugarbaby territory, edging towards that of the awkward transactionship of powerful, bored prince Stolas and reluctant, disadvantaged little imp Blitzø, a predatory setup that's ok because both characters get the positive spotlight and Blitzø benefits and doesn't behave like a textbook victim.

Pentious didn't and did...

Stolas backstory is very significant, there is no sex positivity with his character, he was forced into a betrothal when he was a little child, forced into marriage as a teenager and made to have a child. His elders are to be honoured.

Who else found themselves in this exact same situation? Stella. They have an identical backstory.

Notice how, simply by switching some known characters around, Mammon and Fizz's interactions were a diluted spin on Blitzø and Moxxie? Fizz has a whole life away from Mammon, whose pageants chooses to compete in yearly, joint venture merchandise he promotes and phone calls he takes. He has a lover, a palace to roam around in and a day job. Blitzø works full time with Moxxie, breaks into his home, voyers on Moxxie and his wife, follows them on dates and has screwed their mutual ex for that reason.

Both Mammon and Blitzø push Fizz and Moxxie into work when they don't want to, however we have no evidence of Fizz always being reluctant, on the contrary we once saw him look forward to going to pageant rehearsal. Unlike Fizz however, Moxxie has shown open resistance to doing things in the form of crippling fear, reason and angry argument, it all makes no difference. Mammon commented on Fizz appearing to have gained weight however fat jokes aimed at Moxxie have been plentiful, something Blitzø has partook in.

The tone is that Mammon is the villain because Fizz is sad, Fizz who had not been shown to be another Moxxie previously but when it come time for him to be a victim, he was places into a Blitzø Moxxie relationship which this time around wasn't funny.

The tone alternatively is that Blitzø is eccentric, excusable and a fun lead to follow and Moxxie is the punching bag.

Notice how striker is a "supremisist" for wanting to bring down those at the top but it's perfectly ok for Blitzø to kill nobodies like himself.

elsewhere it's ok for Alastor to do the same to those like him with the reluctan support of Charlie who's goal it is to save these people.

Despite there existing an actual cannibal town, pimps and selling of souls being something she is acutely aware of, we are swayed to take Charlie's side as she sits in a position of power with her select besties at her hotel, that may have hard dr ugs on the premises, doing very little outreach even though we see community among extras, who does deals with literal lesser devils, in a world her dad created, her dad who allows exterminators to deal with who he sees as nuisances but she sees as 'family' and there's no conflict of interests, who do we see as the black and white baddies from day one? The angels.

Those who don't even sit at the top or know how things work to be specific.

Not Vaggie though.

Your favs are allowed to be dbags too, it doesn't make you reprehensible to see this and still like them!

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel lucifer #Hazbin hotel Adam #helluva boss stella #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel charlie #long post

[ghostlyaerobics1984]

Please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I want to be in the sequel.

Summary: Being Tara’s boyfriend is no easy feat when the “Ghostface” killer from Woodsboro resurfaces in New York. Reader has a personality similar to Stu Macher.

Pairings: Tara Carpenter x Male!Reader

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: Heavily implied sexual content. Depictions of stabbing/kidnapping.

“Damn, Tara. Your sister is HOT.”

You had a red solo cup in your hand, which used to be filled to the brim with alcohol, and you’ve might’ve been moderately drunk.

You were crowding Sam and some creep that had laid his hands on Tara and tried to drag her up to his room by force with the full intention of having sex with her.

Like, WHAT THE FUCK? You and Tara were open about your relationship; The two of you couldn’t be seen without the other hanging off their arm.

How could one lack a moral compass that bad to be dragging someone else’s woman into bed with them? No one can expect a man with the coined nickname “Frankie” to be smart, and that was the PG version.

You have been intoxicated out of your mind and you were in no shape or form to be fighting dudes reeking of testosterone, and later, you were going to be pissed off that Chad and Sam had to fight your own battles for you.

It was a good thing Sam showed up to the party when she did. Frankie got what he had coming to him—A good ass whooping, aka, tased in the balls.

It was hot when Sam’s boundless, protective, older sister nature was uncovered. That’s why you declared your admiration for the whole party to hear.

It’s also the primary reason she was the one person you and Tara did not flaunt your relationship to.

Imagine what would happen if Sam Carpenter found out you were dating her younger sister? She was hellbent on keeping Tara safe for every day of her life.

So yeah, your intimate relationship has been kept under wraps from her to spare Tara’s sanity and for your best interest.

Tara’s friends didn’t know either, only Mindy and Anika because their gay radar was too strong and they were smart women, picking up on various hints that you and Tara dropped. Okay, technically, it was not an exclusive relationship.

Though, you had a sneaking suspicion Chad knew. There was a time when he would be seen attached to Tara’s side and making her laugh, but weirdly, he’s been keeping his distance and directing his attention to his roommate, Ethan.

He still made her laugh, and so did the rest of her friends. It would be mean if you took that away from him.

Tara thumped your arm, causing you to wince and mumble an ‘ouch’. She wielded so much strength despite her small body size. “I’m your girlfriend, asshole. Don’t take her side.”

You faked an offended gasp, placing a hand on your chest. “I wasn’t taking her side. I was merely making a suggestive comment on the situation.”

Tara rolled her eyes; Your stupidity went in one ear and out the other. “What are you doing here? I cannot believe you followed me.” She was talking—more like yelling—to Sam.

Your girlfriend, being a defiant young adult, was too agitated to listen to her sister’s explanation and favored dramatic exits.

You were the obedient, caring partner and supported your lover in her many tantrums; hence, you pursued Tara outside as she marched on the street to blow off steam.

Sam blew past you like a blur of wind, hot on her sister’s heels. “Will you stop?!” She demanded.

It wasn’t said rudely. It was a desperate, I-need-to-talk-to-you kind of demand.

Tara did stop, but then she launched into a rant about how Sam’s constant, overbearing supervision was suffocating and prevented her from achieving the future she desired.

You strayed a few feet apart from both of them, watching the back of Sam’s head, because it was best to let the sisters resolve the conflict themselves.

Your girlfriend had this terrible habit of locking away her emotions until they festered and exploded in her face.

Sam fell prey to Tara’s angry outbursts 99.9% of the time. Of course, you weren't immune from the angst either just because the two of you were dating, but on the several occurrences it happened, it was misdirected.

The same applied to her friends. If they expressed any semblance of concern for Tara’s safety, she would berate them, whether that be in public or in private.

She did need to see a therapist, not just about her feelings and impulsivity, but about the post-traumatic stress disorder she cultivated because she was a victim of fucked up killings in Woodsboro.

Yes, you knew. The internet was at the entire world's fingertips and made it extremely tough for you to dodge the information acquired by social media.

You had tried to offer a referral to your therapist, but Tara just refused without considering it.

You felt a presence by your side and watched in your peripheral vision as Chad, Ethan, Mindy, and Anika assembled in a horizontal line next to you and listened to the argument.

“I have been going out with—!” Your eyes expanded to the size of golf balls at the slip-up. Tara stopped mid-sentence, her eyes flicking over to yours nervously.

“You’re dating? Who?” Sam looked around, apprehensive, and urged Tara to confess who her suitor was.

You shook your head in a silent no, and Tara was quick to cover her mistake. “No one! I'm not dating anyone.” She resumed her indignant tone, “Because you won’t let me go."

This was not how you envisioned Sam finding out, blurting out secrets during fights was the absolute worst way to reveal information.

If Sam just caught her sister in a lie, she didn't mention or show it. She was annoyed, but not more than usual. “Tara, If you want to date, you can. I never took that choice away from you. You know my rule, don't sleep with assholes."

“And I'm not! I haven't.” Tara exclaimed. “I never gave that douchebag permission to take me upstairs. I can't believe you think so low of me.”

Sam’s voice raised to the same pitch as Tara’s, which was a striking contrast from her previous, calm demeanor. “If you want to be a crazy party girl, then that's what I'm going to think you are.”

She was losing her patience, it was being stretched thin like a rubber band.

Tara scoffed and called her sister a hypocrite, then mentioned something about letting go.

Both sisters sounded like they were holding back tears, they went back and forth, and the argument was soon tired out.

There was a long night ahead of you.

“I'm sorry about your shirt.” You were apologetic as you leaned against the kitchen counter and watched as Sam scrubbed aggressively at the fabric, which had been stained with Cherry Coke or some other beverage.

“Not your fault.” Sam gave you tight-lipped smile in return, it didn't quite reach her eyes.

She pulled her shirt over her head and tugged it off. You ogled her for a second too long, drummed your fingers against the counter, and left the kitchen area to see your girlfriend since her sister wasn't much of a conversation starter.

“I'm sorry for telling Sam about the party.” Quinn was standing in Tara’s room when you came in. “It's just–she was really upset, and I couldn't help my mouth.”

“It's fine, really.” Tara had a disingenuous smile on her face. It bothered her more than she let on. “She’s all on my ass, like usual.”

Quinn eyed you like a vulture would a carcass when you stepped into her field of view and sat down. “Who is this cutie?”

“Y/n is a friend.” The lie rolled off Tara’s tongue easily. Guess she didn't trust Quinn enough to not blab to Sam about your relationship with her.

“Friend, huh?” Quinn didn't seem like she believed it. She slow-walked to the door. “Okay, Tara’s cute friend. If you ever find yourself pent up from lust and wanting a release, I’m a room away.” She sent a wink in your direction and stalked off.

You turned to Tara once Quinn was out of earshot, blinking in shock. “What the hell was that?”

Tara joined you on the bed. “That was Quinn.” A small, amused smile tugged on her lips. “She’s my ‘sex-positive’ roommate.”

“Huh.” You remarked with zero substance to the conversation. “I could picture that.”

It took Tara a minute to catch on, and she whacked your shoulder in faux annoyance. “Gross! It’s not like that, perv. Get that image out of your mind.”

You laughed, grinning at her aghast expression as you stuck your tongue out. “I’m just playing, baby.”

Tara huffed an exaggerated, annoyed sigh, and repositioned her legs so that she was turned to you. “I know you are, dumbass.”

The mattress dipped as you scooted closer and patted Tara’s thigh, still having that goofy grin plastered on your face. “I want to go out there and get drunk with Chad.”

You were ridiculous, talking about drinking again when barely even sober from the alcohol consumed at the party.

“Or…” Tara dragged out the ‘r’ syllable, leaning forward. “You bring a beer in here and I’ll sit on your face.” She smirked, an eyebrow raised as if she was daring you to refuse.

“Sold.” That was the fastest you ever hustled, power walking—because running in an apartment was crass unless absolutely necessary—from Tara’s room to the living area.

Pilfering two beers from Chad’s hands, you made a beeline to her room. Tara was suppressing a laugh when you returned, you did not waste time, and it was painfully obvious. “Close the door.”

You did as she said before the sentence was finished. Tara was calm and collected, but a closer look at her face said otherwise, more specifically, the anticipatory gleam in her eyes. She was as desperate as you.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and slinked down, your butt finding a seat on her lap. "No more demands."

The beers were held in one hand by the neck of the bottle, and you set them aside because it was inconvenient for your hands.

The bottles lay sideways on the bed, temporarily forgotten.

"None?" Tara feigned disappointment, her gaze following your tongue while you licked your lips.

"No more." You confirmed in a light whisper.

Your lips brushed against hers, not quite touching them because you wanted to keep your girlfriend on her toes.

Tara barely reached the average height, and your current position made it difficult for her to be comfortable.

She squirmed under you, "I said I was going to sit on your face, y/n. I didn't mean you on my lap." You smiled at her halfhearted complaint.

"I thought you planned to get drunk?" She playfully mocked your words from a few minutes ago, now that you had changed your mind.

"Nah. I don't need it because you intoxicate me." Before she could reply to your less-than-remarkable pick-up line, albeit in a judgmental way, you closed the distance and kissed her.

It was a gentle, short, and sweet kiss. Tara wore cherry-flavored lip gloss; the taste of it lingered on your tongue, and her hand found your cheek.

You had a daydream-like appearance when she disconnected her lips from yours, sporting a warm, lazy smile and dilated pupils.

“You’re so cute.” Tara couldn't help but copy your smile, she still looked as composed as ever. “Now get in position before Sam becomes suspicious and invades the privacy of my room.”

“Aye Aye, Captain.” You crawled to the other end of the bed, grabbed one of the beer bottles, and sat against the headboard.

You twisted the cap off and took a swig, a satisfied “Ahh,” leaving your mouth.

Tara observed all this with a roll of her eyes and crawled to you, picking up her beer. “Dork.” She swung her legs around both sides of your arms and sat on your chest.

When both of you were done drinking, you reached over and set the bottles on the nightstand, looking back at Tara with hungry eyes. You asked, “Ready?”

“Hey, T. I think I left my phone— Oh my god!” Quinn covered her eyes with her hand after waltzing into Tara’s room.

Soft moans filled the room along with other lewd sounds, both of you were too preoccupied to hear the door opening, and Quinn’s disgust went unnoticed.

“I’ll come back later!” She shut the door and scurried away. Mumbling under her breath, “Friends, my ass.”

You and Tara freshened up after having the ride of your lives in the bedroom. Tara orgasmed on your tongue, and she didn't want you to leave unsatisfied so she returned the favor, which led to you outstaying your welcome.

Not a drop of mess spilled on her sheets because if she had to clean them, Sam would have immediately found out about you two.

Tara lit a scented candle to rid the smell of sex from her room, and you helped her reorganize the bed.

Mostly everyone was chilling on the couch watching television when Tara walked you out to the living room, your hands intertwined with hers.

“I had a great night.” You said with a big grin while standing outside the apartment door.

It was late, and it was time for you to go home. “Minus the argument you had with your sister, but the party was pretty fun.”

Tara nodded, her face soured a little when Sam was mentioned, and the door was being propped open by her arm. “It was fun.”

“See you soon?” You were already excited at the thought of seeing your girlfriend again and you hadn't even left her place yet.

Tara crossed one leg in front of the other, and a light blush formed on her cheeks. “See you soon.” She affirmed.

She waved as the door was closed in your face. You walked away with a skip in your steps, happily humming the tune to a song you liked.

Unknown to both of you, it would be a while before you saw each other again.

You were at work when your phone chimed with a text alert from Tara. “Hanging out with my sister, Mindy, her girlfriend, and Chad. Wanna come over? I'm losing my mind.”

You smiled at the message, already imagining the group having fun and laughing. You typed back a response, “Wish I could. I am busy with work.”

“It’s cool.” She might’ve said it was cool, but you knew she was upset you couldn’t make it.

Another text alert and Tara had sent you a message. “Chad just nicknamed us the Core Four. Kill me now.”

“That is not happening.” You chastised her over text, laughing quietly to yourself because you could tell how annoyed she was.

Your phone was tucked inside your pants pocket and you opened the door to your place of work, walking inside.

That was the only conversation you had with her on the day following the party. Work was exhausting, you were scheduled for 9-hour shifts a few days a week and you often fell asleep straight after arriving in your dorm.

You had been stuck with a closing shift again, which was why you were spending your time at work instead of sleeping in or making out with your girlfriend.

Speaking of, you really would've liked to be with her. You haven't seen her for only two days, but it felt like an eternity.

A phone rang. It was yours, you dug it out of your pocket and pressed the answer button. Tara was calling. “Babe, hey. How are you?”

“Quinn and Anika were killed.” Tara’s voice was frail over the phone as she informed you about her friends’ deaths.

Your heart relocated to the pit of your stomach, and you immediately dropped what you were doing to comfort her. “I am so sorry. What the fuck happened?”

“Ghostface. He's back. She’s back, whoever the fuck it is.” Her words were sharp enough to cut through the phone.

You had stepped out where there was less noise, and so you could take a break. “It's going to be okay, alright?”

You glanced around the outside of your workplace, the only person there was a coworker dumping trash into the dumpster.

Tara sniffled. “A professor was killed by someone I knew, and he died too. It was on the news after you left our place.”

“I know. I caught the news before I went to bed. It’s unfortunate.” You never knew Jason well enough to care about him, only knowing him as the guy Tara hung out with too often, but it was alarming to learn there was a pattern of serial murders forming.

Someone was talking to her, but it was indiscernible on your end. “Mindy wants to know where you were last night while the murders and shit were taking place.”

You paused, feeling uneasiness wash over your body like a blanket. “I was working, babe.”

“For that long?” Tara sounded skeptical, and as a result of your stubborn attitude, you started to become defensive.

“Yes,” You slouched against the wall adjacent to the back door while pinching the bridge of your nose. “I'm the designated closer and I'm closing again tonight, working the morning shift right now.”

“Alright.” Tara wasn't as engaged in the conversation as she usually would be. She was dismissive and full of doubt about you.

“Y/n? Are you there?” You were deep in thought. Your mind ran a mile a minute as you panicked on the inside.

It wasn’t because Tara was skeptical of you, but because you were assessing the reality of the Ghostface killings.

“I don't think we should be together right now.” It was abrupt, both of you were surprised at your request.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Just until all this blows over.” You knew it was in poor taste and timing, but the possibility of being hunted and killed because you were in a relationship with Tara was far more gut-wrenching.

“Your friends were attacked and that means I’m next.”

“Look,” Tara’s voice turned exasperated as she attempted to sway your fear, “Whoever it is, has to be close to one of us. If we end our relationship, it will not work because they’re already gunning for you and me.”

“What if there's a chance it could work, though?” It was a stupid question—Deep down, you knew she was right.

Tara stated with utmost sincerity, “Y/n, I need you. I can't do this without you.”

You heard the trembling in her voice and your eyes felt misty, but you had to stay strong. “I know you do. This is what's best for us, though. I don't want to put my life at risk.”

“I'm risking mine as we speak, y/n.” Tara was growing frustrated with you. “Mindy—stop.”

“No! Stop! I'm not giving you my ph—” There were shouts of protest from Tara and what sounded like the phone exchanging hands by force.

“Hello?” You cringed, having to pull the phone away because Tara and Mindy were shouting in your ear.

“Y/n,” It was Mindy who answered you. “Terrible idea. I just asked where you were as a formality! You should stick with your girl or you'll regret it when your insides are—”

It sounded like Mindy was swatting away Tara as the latter demanded her phone back.

“Mindy, what are you even saying??” Sometimes, she could be a terrifying scary movie geek.

“One of the most important rules of horror moves: Splitting up is no bueno,” Mindy stressed every word to ensure you understood her point. “Tara—No!”

There was some fussing, and Tara returned to speak to you. She had wrangled her phone back. “Is there anything I can say or do to change your mind?”

You considered her question, biting the inside of your cheek. “No...” Your response was uncertain.

Your stomach churned, even it was sending signals that this was a bad idea, but your mind had been set... somewhat, anyway.

“I feared this was going to happen.” A heavy, dissatisfied sigh from your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. “I guess this is goodbye, y/n.”

She was about to end the call, but you begged her to wait. “I thought you would fight me more on this.”

“What more can I say? It's your decision.” Her tone implied that she was not in the mood for a discussion anymore. “No one wants to stay when my sister and I have a huge target on our backs. I get it.”

Tara was still there, your Tara, the one you had grown to love. She was dealing with a lot right now.

You could hear your boss yelling at a coworker and asking about your whereabouts from inside your workplace; you needed to conclude this call fast.

“Tara.” You processed her words before you said anything irrational.

“When it gets out that I am innocent,”—enunciating the word ‘when’—I want you to know that I love you, I would never hurt you, and I hope this Ghostface bastard rots.”

Your phone beeped once, indicating that Tara hung up on you.

You scoffed in disbelief, staring in shock at the black screen in your hand.

She didn't say it back.

You headed back inside to do your job before your boss popped a blood vessel and triggered an aneurysm. Working would help distract your mind from the heartbreak that was settling in.

It was 10:30 P.M. and, like you said, you were closing tonight. It was just you, by yourself, in the dimly lit deli.

A detective with a full head of gray hair had stopped by earlier to interrogate you about your alibi and whereabouts during the time window of Jason Carver’s murder and the double homicide of Quinn and Anika.

He didn't say it outright, but you guessed that he was Quinn’s father because he had trouble saying her name without choking.

You were honestly perplexed that he hadn't been removed from the case due to a conflict of interest, but it was easier to answer him and move on.

You were in the back running deli meats through the company-bought slicer in preparation for tomorrow.

The whirring of machinery and the dicing of thick meats were the only sounds that occurred in the building, otherwise, it was eerily quiet.

You were just coming back from a bathroom break, whistling, when you were greeted by an uninvited guest.

Well, it took you embarrassingly long to notice the figure clad in a Ghostface mask and black cloak until you had turned around to investigate a noise, and there they appeared, armed with a knife, ready to kill.

It was a real-life jump scare. Your heart skipped a beat and your soul felt like it evaporated from your body as you screamed so loud, it was deafening.

Ghostface jabbed the knife at you, and you dodged, the knife cutting through the air where your head just was.

The space you were in was small, not fit for running or a two-person scuffle. All you could do was duck and avoid their attacks because you were cornered by this masked killer.

One thing led to another and you were pinned down on the counter, being slid toward the machinery you had just used to slice meats, the rotary blade was menacing as it neared you.

You struggled and released aggravated grunts. In a frenzy, you nailed Ghostface in the groin with an unsynchronized kick.

The cloaked figure sunk to their knees. A groan sounded suspiciously like a male’s, and it did not come from you.

Panting from exertion, you bent your knees to get a closer look while squinting your eyes. “Ethan?”

That name triggered something in the masked assailant, and they lunged at you with surprising momentum.

You were trapped on the counter once more, his grip was unforgiving on your wrist.

The palm of your hand lay flat on the surface, facing upwards. Ghostface stabbed the blade through your palm and the tip of it embedded in the counter, a guttural cry ripped from your throat.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks and you were weeping incoherently.

There was only one person you couldn't stop thinking of. “Please, I want to see Tara again. We have so much to talk about, I can’t leave her like this—Shit!”

You sunk your teeth in your lip as Ghostface ripped the knife from your hand and put an end to your mindless rambling.

You craved a distraction from the pain.

Ghostface leered over you, tilting his head, the screaming mask was especially daunting when you were his next victim.

He lifted the knife stained with crimson, and you screamed for the umpteenth time that night, your throat was becoming raw. “No, no, no!” The weapon was brought down in one swift, stabbing motion.

Outside, sirens blared, cars revved on the street, and the city bustled with life, but your cries of terror went unheard in the darkness of the night.

It was a new day and the weather was fine. Tara hadn't been in contact with you since you suggested a breakup.

She hadn't been in contact with you since you said those three words, and she didn't say them back. Still hasn't.

Tara didn't know what she was waiting for. You loved her irrevocably, and she knew that.

She had always known, starting from the time you guys shared a first kiss and when you gathered the courage to ask her out.

God, she missed you.

Everything you did and said swept her off her feet and into your arms. She wasn't being exactly fair to you. You were right to be frightened about her past, she didn't know why it hurt so much though.

Tara and her sister turned a corner, coming into full view of your place of work—Marceli’s Deli—but something was wrong, police cars and news reporters surrounded the building, and dispatch could be heard faintly over the radio.

Detective Bailey was on the scene, looking forlorn. The two women rushed to him.

Tara blurted out a string of questions before he received a proper greeting. “What happened?! Is y/n okay?”

“Oh,” Detective Bailey winced, lips tugging back in a grimace. “I'm afraid I have some bad news.”

Tara’s devastated expression hardened into an impassive one. “What? Is Y/n in there?”

She strained her neck to get a peek at the damage done, but Sam prevented her from sprinting inside.

Bailey raised his hands to his chest and pushed downwards, imitating a gesture that meant calm down. “Y/n has gone missing; The forensics team hasn't found a body, or... remnants of one.”

He glanced away from the Carpenter sisters, an offhand look in his eyes as he waved an officer over. “If you ladies will excuse me, this is an active crime scene, and I have unfinished work to do.”

Tara scoffed, then gasped like she couldn't believe what she just heard. Sam ushered her sister from the chaotic scene, softly murmuring, “We should go.”

“Sam! Tara!” Oh, they recognized that voice, it belonged to the shallow, selfish, self-serving liar herself, Gale Weathers.

And she swarmed into their personal space without reading the room or caring for Tara’s distraught demeanor. “How do you feel now that Ghostface has followed you to the Big Apple?”

Gale spoke into a microphone while someone filmed behind her. “Care to comment on the recent murders?”

“No. Leave us alone.” Sam said through gritted teeth. She was okay before Gale Weathers showed, but now she was aggravated.

Gale was annoyingly persistent, following after the two women when they tried to leave, and spouting an overwhelming plethora of questions.

Sam had enough. She spun on her heels, and with a roll of her eyes, threw a punch in Gale’s direction. The targeted newswoman anticipated that it was coming, and swerved.

“Nice try, sweetie,” Gale smirked, her voice amplified because of the microphone. “But I've been through this dance before—Oh!”

Tara’s fist struck her in the cheek and made Gale swivel. Tara leaned forward, threatening, “Stay away from us.”

Gale stood, dumbfounded, pressing a hand to where she'd been hit.

Sam was resting against a wall with her arms crossed once she found a secluded area for a genuine talk with Tara. “Is everything okay?”

Tara had been twisting her hands and gnawing on her lip, which were all signs that pointed to extreme anxiety and worry. “We were dating. Me and y/n.”

It came out like word vomit. Sam was surprised Tara confessed information about her private life without the usual opposition.

She blinked and straightened her posture, curiosity peaked. “Oh, Tara. Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because you're—” Tara was going to say something mean, but she stopped herself, her voice trailing off. “You.”

Sam listened to her younger sister with a glimmer of guilt in her eyes, and Tara despised that look, like she was a wounded puppy Sam had just run over.

She eyed Sam before finding solace in the ground and absentmindedly rubbing at her sore knuckles. “But Y/n has gone missing, or might not even be alive, and it's all my fault.”

Sam frowned and wrestled with a thought. “Is it possible—”

“Don’t.” Tara shut down the question before Sam could complete it, because if it was voiced aloud—there was a chance it could be true.

And she didn't want it to be true.

Sam nodded and held her tongue; her lips were set in a straight line. She didn't want to upset her sister further. “Okay.”

“It's not over.” Sam shuffled over to Tara, their shoulders almost touching as they both leaned on the building. “We're going to find Y/n and kick the asses of whoever is accountable for hurting all of us.”

“Promise?” Tara half-smiled at her sister.

She wouldn't be wholly content until you were in her arms again, but knowing she had Sam by her side, that made her feel better.

“Swear on it.” Sam held out her pinky, her tone was sweet, but her face expressed a certain maliciousness.

In agreement, Tara hooked their pinkies together. She just missed one vital piece that would make her life almost okay again... you.

A lot has happened. Gale Weathers had been stabbed, Mindy was stuck with Ethan on a train and she was falling behind, and Tara was spiraling into depression because you remained missing.

Prior to Gale’s attempted murder, the reporter had found an abandoned, secret hideout with Ghostface graffiti scattered on the outside and guided Sam and Tara to it—everyone else followed along—as an apology for being a conceited bitch.

It kinda worked. Tara felt a little remorseful, but she deserved that punch.

Turns out the inside was even more of a freak show, occupied with Ghostface collections and a fucking shrine of mannequins wearing cloaks and wielding the knives of past killers, only all the masks were missing.

Tara did not like it here. The place gave her the creeps equivalent to a thousand bugs crawling down her back.

She hoped that you would show up out of the blue, in good health, with a smile on your face, saying something like, “I'm sorry I ran away,” and tease her like you always did by being your goofy self.

But with every passing moment that specific scenario didn't happen, the likelihood of you being alive became less likely, and her heart grew heavy.

Tara didn't want to admit it, because then your disappearance would become a reality, but her hopes were diminishing.

Sam was also going through her own internal turmoil; Tara has seen the way her sister looked at Billy Loomis’s display when she assumed no one was watching.

“What are you doing?” Tara didn't mean to spook Sam. Her eyes gleamed, not out of fear, but because she was concerned.

“Yo, Tara!” Chad had cupped his hands over his mouth to shout and was beckoning for her to walk with him.

Tara glanced over at Chad and back at her speechless sister, who was struggling to form a sentence, her gaze sympathetic.

She turned away to follow Chad.

“Who uses this place anymore? It's so old,” Tara remarked while smirking.

She stood at a dusty concession counter with Chad. He smiled at her comment and shifted closer to her.

He reached for an old box of candy at the same time she did, and their fingers brushed.

Tara flushed from embarrassment. “Oh, you can have it.”

Chad withdrew his arm, grinning sheepishly. “I'm sorry. You can have it.”

“No, you can take them.” Tara insisted, her smile fading while handing the box of chocolate to him.

But Chad just wouldn't get the hint. “No, you wanted them...” He tossed the candy down on the counter. “You take it.”

“I don't want them. They're a hundred years old. I actually—What are you doing?” Chad had tried to kiss her, but Tara pushed him back.

“Kissing... You?” He arched a brow in confusion, sounding unsure of himself.

“I'm dating Y/n. I was. We broke up.” She rambled, using her inhaler before she was sent into a panic attack. “It's complicated.”

Chad wasn't unattractive in the slightest. He had a buff build, muscles, and a soft heart underneath the tough jock exterior.

Sometimes he said things that made him seem brainless, but terrible timing aside, she didn't see him like that—more than as a friend.

Even if you were out of the picture, which was a thought she couldn't stomach, her relationship with you was still fresh. She didn't want to date anyone else.

Chad was quiet, and all Tara wanted to do was drown herself in the silence.

Sam lingered away from the Ghostface mannequins, and stepping down the stage, she called out, “Tara? Chad? Kirby?”

She was alone, in the room by herself. They had dispersed to different areas of the theatre and left her.

Tara and Chad stood beside each other with their backs turned to the counter, seeking comfort in the other’s presence.

“I'm stupid, aren't I?” Chad had a pained smile on his face. He was trying to make the situation less awkward by joking.

Tara couldn't help the small, amused smile that tugged on her lips, partially serious as she answered him. “A little bit.”

Dejectedly, he hung his head and blew a puff of air. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Tara shook her head, “You're going to be fine.” She corrected herself, “We are,” and playfully nudged Chad.

Sam slowly crept toward the corridor, her ears picking up on muffled thumping sounds that resembled rats running through pipes.

Chad and Tara kept talking in the other room while Sam was investigating the noise. “I think you're beautiful, Tara. You're strong and I like women who can throw a punch.”

Trailing her hand along the walls, Sam had Billy Loomis’s knife out at the ready, on extremely high alert as she neared the source.

“I can't be with you, not now, probably not ever” Tara replied curtly.

He wouldn't drop the subject and it made her uncomfortable. “Maybe if you told me before I met y/n, then it would be different.”

Bingo. Sam’s hand found a small handle in the paneling. She pushed, then pulled and it gave away, revealing a thin, hidden compartment.

“The thing is, I didn't realize how much I wanted you until I saw you with someone else,” Chad admitted, taking a tentative peek at her.

He was speaking from the bottom of his heart, but still, Tara didn't love him like she loved you.

It was dark, but Sam could see the silhouette of a person and glistening eyes. “Y/n.” she breathed softly; her heart broke at the condition you were in.

There you were. Alive, held captive but not dead.

She flipped the knife so the blade was facing the floor, and crouched down.

“Tara is here with me. We're going to get you out of here, okay?” She fumbled with the duct tape on your wrists, glancing at your tear-stricken face. “She'll be so, so happy to see you.”

Your eyes brightened, but what you were attempting to say was unintelligible because your mouth was duct-taped as well.

You were happy though, that much Sam could tell.

A scream echoed in the corridor. It was Tara’s.

Sam’s eyes snapped to yours and reluctance showed on her features. She began to pull away, even though she was not finished setting you free.

“Sam.” You looked at her expectantly.

She was reminded of that time in Woodsboro when Tara was locked in that closet and she had to decide whether or not she should set her sister free.

Guilt tugged on Sam’s heart, but she stood up anyway. “Wait here. I'll be back, I promise.”

You began to shout muffled objections. The secret door was shut back in place, leaving you to stew in your thoughts and emotions once more.

Sam went to find her sister, but she didn't have to go far because Tara ran into her, hyperventilating. “They got Chad! They got him! Two of them.”

Sam gripped Tara’s arms and waited until she calmed down to tell her what she'd discovered. “I found Y/n!”

“What? Where is he?” Tara attempted to search for you, but Sam kept her still.

“Not now. He's safe.” Sam brushed back a strand of hair from her sister’s eyes, moving her hands to hold both sides of her face. “Hey, let’s finish this okay? Then we can go home.”

Tara nodded and allowed Sam to guide her to the room where the mannequins and Ghostface memorabilia were.

It was time for Act 3.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes morphed into hours. You were just sitting there, waiting, in the cramped space when the door slid open again.

Sam stared down at you, sporting a familiar, black cloak that you had witnessed Ghostface wearing. “Did you see who took you?”

A slow nod from you.

Was it Ethan or Quinn?” She was digging for information about the culprit of your kidnapping; you shook your head at both of the names mentioned.

“Detective Bailey. Old cop guy with grey hair.” Your confused expression shifted into a knowing one.

Sam smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “Be right back.”

She slid the door closed; you were enclosed in the secret compartment again.

Sam tore the mask off her face and let it sit on her head. She turned out of the center stage, walked through the projector curtains, and joined Tara on the steps.

“Thank you for letting me go.” Tara’s face was stained with black splotches, and she looked the same as Sam did—A total mess.

They had just finished killing a family–Richie’s family, in fact. Quinn, Ethan, and fucking Detective Bailey were all relatives of his.

Detective Bailey was the only one left alive for their final act. It was a team effort; Tara called him over the phone pretending to be Ghostface.

Sam wore the costume, stealthily approached that dipshit, and stabbed him until he couldn't scream anymore.

Of course, she did stab him in the eye as a preventative measure. He deserved a worse fate than death, but he also didn't deserve a second chance to torment her family. Yes, that included you too.

Sam smiled, and this one did reach her eyes, resting her head on her arm. “I knew you could take care of yourself.”

Tara’s smile faltered and her gaze dropped to her shoes.

“I want to be in your life though,” Sam added after a beat of silence. Tara made eye contact with her sister, her expression softening. “But only as much as you want me to.”

“I want you to be in my life.” Tara declared with complete honesty, squashing Sam’s doubts. “And y/n, Mindy,” Her voice wavered at the next name, “Chad.”

Sam reached over and placed a hand on Tara’s knee. She was sympathetic to her sister’s feelings.

They both have dealt with this specific trauma two times, too many.

Tara chuckled and a wide grin formed on her face. Sam giggled with her, just glad to laugh after the day they had.

A loud bang! and a clatter startled the sisters, causing them to jump up apprehensively.

You stumbled into the room with a bruised eye, and a bleeding cut above the eyebrow of your other eye. Your face was roughed up as if you had been in a horrible fistfight.

There was a long and wide, jagged, exposed gash that went across your nose, under your left eye and stopped at your earlobe.

Your feet were taped together and the tape on your hands had been cut.

“You still don't understand, Tara!” Ethan screamed, veins exuded out of his neck and his eyes bulged. “In the sequel, the perfect boyfriend died.”

“Quinn.” Detective Bailey demanded. “Go fetch, y/n. We have a crime scene to stage.”

“On it!” Quinn strode past the sisters and turned into the corridor that led to the other rooms of the theatre, disappearing from view.

Sam looked up through hooded eyes into the soulless ones of Detective Bailey. “Wow. You and Richie have similar plans.”

He was aiming a gun at her and tilted his head, confusion etched on his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Your son took my sister hostage.” There was a faux sweetness behind her tone. Sam was taunting him. “He tried to convince me that Tara was the killer, but guess what? I untied her.”

As if on cue, Quinn exclaimed, “Uh, I can't find him!”

Detective Bailey’s voice boomed as he shouted back, “He can't have gotten far!”

Some things were tossed and slammed around in her search for you. A sharp ‘thwack’ sounded and Quinn cried out.

“I let him go,” Sam smirked.

Tara ran and wrapped her arms around you in a bone-crushing hug, nearly knocking you off your feet, a choked sob escaped from her.

Pulling away to inspect you, she reached out and peeled the tape from your lips. “Tara.” You croaked.

Your throat felt like sandpaper due to a lack of water and food, and your lips were cracked.

“Y/n,” Tara mumbled softly, tears welling up in her eyes. She brought her hand around the nape of your neck and drew you in for a kiss.

You succumbed to the warm sensation of her lips on yours and deepened the kiss. The suffering you had endured was washing away now that your girl was in your arms.

Tara had that power; she always knew how to make your pain forgettable when you were with her.

You parted for air, already missing her lips on yours.

You also had something really important to say and it couldn't wait, “Tara, I want to undo the breakup.”

Tara beamed at you and grinned ear-to-ear. Teasingly, she asked, “We broke up?”

Her face glowed with a certain happiness that was only expressed in your presence.

You rolled your eyes, and the small smile on your lips made it obvious that you were humoring her. “Come here.”

You lured her in for a second kiss and your lips nearly connected with hers, but a loud, animalistic growl forced you and Tara to spring apart in fear.

Ethan Landry was still alive. He had a bloody maw and roared like a beast, rushing, aiming for all three of you with a knife raised.

It was so unexpected and too fast for any of you to formulate a defensive strategy. You, Sam, and Tara could only gape at Ethan’s grotesque appearance.

Something creaked, and in the blink of an eye, the tv that killed Stu Macher tipped over and claimed Ethan Landry as its new victim.

Kirby popped out from behind the display where the TV used to be. Like the rest of you survivors, she was in terrible shape.

She smiled, “Saw that in a scary movie once.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Tara close to you, a smile returning to your face.

Sam moved closer to you and Tara, looking proud of you two. She placed her hand on your back, between your shoulder blades, and gave you a one-armed hug.

You leaned into her embrace and rested your chin on her shoulder. It was nice of her to do that, and you felt like crying because, from the moment you started dating Tara, you hoped to bond with her sister.

Sam didn't let you go right away; she was dragging out the hug for as long as possible, and it's what you needed. “How would you feel about going out on a double date? You and Tara, Me and Danny—my neighbor—who I've been seeing.”

Her voice was smooth and inviting, even if you considered saying no, it would've been hard to refuse. “I'd love that, Sam.”

She broke off the hug to gauge whether you were being serious or otherwise. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” You had a grin on your face.

“Already talking about me behind my back?” Tara chimed in, staring at you with an eyebrow raised, and suppressing a smile.

“Aww, is my lovebug feeling lonely?” You did a silly, comical impression with your voice and pulled her flush to your hip, tenderly squeezing her shoulder.

“I can't stand you.” You and Sam laughed together at Tara’s empty insult.

Tara protested and elbowed you in the ribs, but soon, she was laughing as well.

“Oh, man.” When the laughter died down, you groaned and touched your forehead, dangerously on the verge of fainting or spilling out your guts. “I need to go to the hospital.”

Two weeks have passed.

Tara strutted through a fitness gym, wearing sunglasses and holding a coffee. All she could hear were misogynistic, sweaty men grunting and using the exercise equipment.

“Come on! Come on!”

Two men were practicing boxing. One man was holding up mitts, acting as a target dummy, and the other was throwing punches.

Tara approached them, removing her glasses. “Y/n.”

You stopped mid-punch, saw who called your name, and disengaged from your boxing stance. “Babe, hey!”

You walked to her with open arms and pulled her into a big, sweaty hug. “We were just finishing up.”

Danny was the man who you were sparring with. He peeled off the gloves and tucked them under his arm, sporting a toothy grin.

“I got you coffee.” Tara offered you the to-go cup when you pulled away.

You took the coffee off her hands. “Oh, sweet. Decaf?”

“Uh huh, only the best for my beau.” She smiled while watching you chug the hot beverage.

“Is Sam ready?” Danny asked, joining you and Tara.

“Yeah,” Tara pointed her thumb at the entrance of the gym. “She’s waiting outside.”

You finished drinking the coffee and lowered the cup in your hands. “How is Chad, by the way?”

Tara perked up when you asked; she seemed excited to talk about him. “He’s recovering pretty fast. It's impressive, according to his doctor. He’ll be out in a couple of weeks.”

“That’s good to hear!” You said cheerily with a hint of sarcasm. “I still need to fight him for trying to kiss you.”

Your girlfriend released a small, airy laugh. “As much as I would love to see both of you acting like idiots, fighting is unnecessary. He’s already dealing with my rejection.”

“I imagine that's gotta hurt.” Danny chortled while glancing at you.

“Yeah, imagine.” You smirked, refraining from laughing when Danny gave you a knowing look.

Tara shook her head and she didn't bother to hide her signature eye roll. “I'm hating this... bromance or whatever this is between the two of you.”

You chuckled. Danny pressed his hand to his chest and faked a hurt expression. “Ouch, Sam’s little sis.”

“Speaking of, I wouldn't want to keep Sam waiting.” You slung each of your arms around Danny and Tara and propelled them forward. “Let's go eat!”

Both of them complained while you used their necks as props as you reached the doors to exit, and Tara smacked you until she was freed from your arm.

You met up with Sam, who was standing right outside the gym, and the four of you walked on the sidewalks of New York to a nice, fancy restaurant.

You and Tara were seated together at a table with Sam and Danny, surrounded by great food, jokes, laughter, and a warm ambiance.

You clinked your alcoholic drink against theirs and chatted the night away.

Ghostface? Stab series? They didn't cross your mind once.

[Tags: @jacelion because they are so supportive of my posts <3 ]

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter x male reader #scream 6 #scream vi #jenna ortega x reader #ethan landry #sam carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #quinn bailey #jenna ortega x male reader #tara carpenter x y/n

[alice-apparently]

can’t say i am all that surprised at loreen winning but i am extremely disappointed. just wanna say, that i don’t wanna be angry or upset at loreen—no one denies that she is an amazing singer/artist and she achieved an great feat w winning twice, good for her honestly—but the whole affair leaves an incredibly bitter taste.

While I personally didn’t enjoy tattoo all that much even when it came out, now it’s downright tainted. I enjoyed Euphoria so much back in 2012 and since. It felt special and fresh and drew you right in, it left a lasting impression. Tattoo… doesn’t. It doesn’t feel special, it doesn’t grab me, it’s a decent song but that’s really it. Whatever. Saw someone say that if it wasn’t sung by Loreen but an unknown young swedish singer europe’s people wouldn’t care about or for the song here and i gotta say I agree. Nostalgia, and Loreen being an established household name, her ESC fame and legacy, those seem rather to be the major reasons fuelling her win—and it now taints that exact legacy.

And I hate it. Even Euphoria now leaves a bad taste and I hate it. I am upset. It shouldn’t be this way. The consistent and great dichotomy between jury and public is just… ugh.

Look, I have historically always widely disagreed with all the jury votes and even lots of the public votes. A lot of my favourites this year, Czechia, Moldova, Slovenia, Austria, etc. placed low. Sucks.

But nothing hurts so viscerally as seeing a widely beloved act that was the CLEAR chosen one by the people shown in loud support and millions of votes—the absolutely smashed public vote—a song that represents so well of what we love about ESC, a truly unique, extraordinary standout song, an unusual genre, sung in a native language and bridging those barriers, some funky lil dude no one really has heard of before, a colourful show, and some deeper meaning if you look closer at it and just such a catchy and fun song—get absolutely FUCKED OVER by an elite chosen few (supposedly representing their country but how could they, they certainly didn’t ask us) in a system with VERY questionable origins.

So much unity in music and the europeans choosing for their favourite. The people have spoken. And they said Cha Cha Cha. Loudly.

And now Loreen bears the brunt of the mess, the people’s anger and her legacy stained and it’s not fucking fair, not for her, because the system DOESN‘T FUCKING WORK.

I am upset.

#eurovision #loreen #cha cha cha

[cheetahsixx]

Let the Light In (Nikki Sixx x f!reader)

genre: Angst to fluff

You’ve heard it all from your friends, to your family, from even some of your colleagues. Don’t date a rockstar unless youre practically begging to be cheated on.

Despite this, you really liked Nikki… and wanted to give this a try

and it had been going well! you guys were about 6 months now and your love was very strong. Nikki was on tour and you really missed him…….. so you decided to surprise him.

You had called his tour manager and they agreed to help you fly out while maintaining things a secret. The day of your flight, you give Nikki a call before you board.

He picks up after a few minutes and you’re greeted with a “Hey baby” in his classic sleazy voice.

you smile to yourself “hi. you up to anything?”

“Not really, doll. Just rehearsal for tonight’s show”

“I see, well I miss you.. wanted to hear your voice”

“I miss you too-“ you hear some chatter in the back before Nikki continues “gotta go now doll, but i’ll see if I can call you later, k?”

“okay, call me when you can-“ before you can say a quick I love you the call is over and you sigh to yourself. “Plane 372 now boarding to LA…” is said over the airport speakers as you pick up your suitcase and get on the boarding line.

————————————————————————

By the time you arrive in LA it’s pretty late and motley already had their show. You check your phone after regaining some service and you have no missed calls from Nikki. Nonetheless, you continue to remain positive and take a taxi to the hotel you were told they were staying at.

Upon arrival, their tour manager texted you Nikki’s room number and you made your way to an elevator.

You exit the elevator to the hallway with Nikki’s room with a bright smile across your face. Just then, you hear some laughter and look up.

Down the hall you can see Nikki standing in the door frame of his room and a.. girl exiting it. They’re both laughing and before she turns to leave she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek which he smiles to.

Your heart sinks and you find yourself in a state of shock. You immediately burst into tears and drop your suitcase. The sound of this makes Nikki and the girl realize your presence down the hall.

“shit-“ he yells your name as he tries to catch up to you. You run to an elevator and press the button about 20 times so it opens. Upon some miracle, just as Nikki catches up to you the doors grant you access and you rush in.

Nikki puts his hand in between the elevator doors which makes them open, he stands in between them. “it’s not what it looks like-“

you chuckle in between your tears “seriously? I can’t believe you would fucking do this to me”

Nikki sighs “I swear to god if you’ll just let me explain-“

you cut him off angrily “NO! theres nothing to explain. I CLEARLY should’ve just listened to what people warned me about-“

To this, Nikki’s face changes from seeking your forgiveness to some type of hurt. “what people warned you about?” he says quietly

I stare at him as more tears fall down my cheeks “they said you would do this to me”

“and you believed them?” he looked at you, now seeming more angry

“well look where we are right now, right?” is all you say before he shakes his head and steps away from between the elevator doors. As they begin to close all he says is “just go back home”

you close your eyes and begin to sob again as the elevator takes you down to the lobby.

———————————————————————-

You were supposed to stay with Nikki in his room, so you didn’t book another one ahead of time. You were going to be stuck on this red couch for the whole night. You start to look for some flights back home.

you hear some commotion and look up to see Tommy and some other guys. He smiles upon seeing you “no way! y/n?! what are you doing here dude?” he laughs as he walks over to you before his smile fades “woah whats wrong? you here for nikki? I can help you find-“

you cut him off as you snuffle “no thanks. I was here for Nikki but I… found him with another girl coming out of his room.”


Tommy stares at you a bit puzzled before saying “Thats a shame… he was just talking about you earlier and how you’re the best thing to ever happen to h- oh no.”

you look at Tommy “what?”

Tommy begins to snicker and you get angry considering, there was nothing funny about any of this?

“He had a meeting with a person we’re looking to make our new manager today. That’s probably who he was with. Did he tell you?” he says as you look at him stunned “Fuck.” you whisper “No… I didn’t give him a chance”

You and Tommy exchange looks and as if you had some unspoken language you knew what he was telling you to do. You get up from the couch and run to the elevator.

———————————————————————-

You knock on Nikki’s hotel room door viciously as tears are running down your cheeks again. You knock for a while until the door finally, slightly opens.

“What now, talk to someone else that told you im cheating?” he says blankly

“god Nikki no I- I’m so sorry. please just let me in to talk-“

Nikki cuts you off with a chuckle “why should I? you didn’t let me talk.”

“Nikki I know I’m sorry I really am. I made a mistake. This is all my fault I just want to make it right please…. let me in.”

He closes the door and you start to sob thinking it was all over. Then, he opens the door all the way and steps to the side. You quickly rush in.

“I’m so so so sorry. I ran into Tommy and he told me you were just meeting with someone you might hire I- is it true?”

Nikki nods not saying anything, he doesn’t make eye contact with you.

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I shouldn’t have assumed things too quickly. I shouldn’t have listened to what people said- and I didn’t ! I still went off to date you… but, It just all came back when I saw her leaving your room and I thought my worst nightmare was coming true-“

Theres silence for a moment, then Nikki rushes to your figure and embraces you. You lightly sob into his chest but feel more at peace now in his arms. “I would never fucking cheat on you, princess” he whispers as he continues to hold you.

you nod as more tears rush out your eyes, he pulls away from you and lifts up your chin. He smiles “you’re the most amazing little thing to walk into my life. I would never jeopardize that. I’m so happy you came.” he then leans down and kisses you.

You finally begin to smile as you kiss. It’s passionate as it was the first time you’ve felt his lips in a month. You pull away to catch your breath “well um… surprise?” Nikki chuckles and begins to kiss you again as you two naturally fall into his hotel mattress.

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This was req yesterday but I answered it already so I hope anon gets to see it 😢 please boost! :)

#angst with a happy ending #nikki sixx fluff #nikki sixx #motley crue x reader #nikki sxx x reader #tommy lee #fluff #Spotify

[littlelesbianintern]

Cynthia’s Coming Out Scene

I want to start with the fact that I think this is one of the best coming out scenes I’ve ever watched which considering this is a show set in the 50s is an incredible feat. This scene has me sobbing and Ari’s acting was incredible.

To be honest the way this show has represented queerness has been brilliant throughout the season. I love how the show utilises symbolism, but in particular the motif of queer people being able to have conversation about queerness without expressing it out loud is especially impactful - Cynthia/Lydia’s “you’re scared” scenes, the rehearsals, the fall dance, the conversation between Cynthia and Shy Guy. All of these moments convey deeper conversations than their literal words and to have this culminate in Cynthia not even being able to voice their identity/feelings out loud is genius because it’s such a universal experience for queer people.

Ari’s acting was phenomenal, literally just incredible. That moment before Cynthia hands the note to Nancy, relishing what she sees as the last moments of their friendship before Nancy begins to look at her differently? The grip on the note before letting Nancy eventually take it? The absolute look of fear as Nancy reads it? The gut-wrenching sob as she reads Nancy’s response, overcome with pure fucking relief? STUNNING. I’ve never felt to moved or seen. Give Ari their flowers because I can’t express enough how amazing their acting has been this season.

Also as much as I would like to know what the note says, I kind of love that we don’t? Like it remains this beautiful inside joke/moment between just Nancy and Cynthia. Having said that, I hope it says something like “rate the kiss out of ten” in a recall to Nancy loving to rank how good people are at kissing.

ON THAT NOTE NANCY NAKAGAWA IS THE ALLY OF THE YEAR. I love that she picked up immediately that Cynthia’s anger wasn’t entirely about her relationship with Potato, because whilst Cynthia definitely is angry about Nancy’s attitude, a little more of it was maybe some slight jealousy on Cynthia’s part? Nancy and Potato as a straight couple (I have my own head cannons but I digress) can outwardly express affection for each other but Nancy chooses to reject this. For Cynthia this must be incredibly frustrating, because as Lydia’s experience proves, queer relationship don’t have the same privilege, but Nancy takes it for granted. But for someone who said themselves that they weren’t great at listening, Nancy’s response to Cynthia, whatever it was, was perfect. And furthermore, she wasn’t just there to listen, but to actively turn up and support Cynthia in repairing her relationship with Lydia. Honestly just all of episode 10 was Nancy being an icon for a solid 55 minutes.

I also love the way that Lydia’s previous relationship experience adds a deeper layer to her relationship with Cynthia. I already kind of figured this would be the case based on the lyrics from Merely Players (“i know just what you’re feeling I’ve had that dream before”) and her conversation with Cynthia as to how school productions usually goes kind of read to me like she’s had queer relationships before. But it really reinforces how much Lydia likes Cynthia, to the point where she is willing to put her heart on the line again even though she knows how this might go.

Finally, although we don’t know whether the show will be renewed or not, the fact that the season ended with happy lesbians? Revolutionary. I’m going to be devastated if this becomes another sapphic show that’s cancelled, but I have a little peace of mind knowing that for once the lesbian couple hasn’t been left on a cliffhanger with no resolution. The reunion between Cynthia and Lydia was so lovely and Ari’s voice ? Holy shit dude!!!!!! They’re incredible. And the symbolism with the hall of mirrors, showing Cynthia giving every version of herself to Lydia? Amazing! So yeah, thank you Rise of the Pink Ladies for finally giving us some much needed portrayals of queerness with a happy ending, especially considering the context the show is set in.

#rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #grease #rotpl #grease 2 #grease: rise of the pink ladies #grease rotpl #olivia valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski #jane facciano #nancy nakagawa #lydia rotpl #cynthia x lydia #RENEW RISE OF THE PINK LADIES

[orbital-inclination]

(momma cq!) Fresh: K. On the edge of consciousness

(momma cq!) Error: X. A flash of anger

^^

Prompt X, feat. a very angry Error WC: 193

Fresh's prompt is under the cut! (WC: 413) -------------------- “Oh… I’m sorry, Error.”

Error did not move. He wasn’t there, in that room, in that world, staring down at the scarred remains of months of dedicated work and patience. 

He wasn’t there, because he hadn’t made the mistake of putting his time and effort into a doll. Hadn’t fought through spams and glitches to keep his hand steady. Hadn’t swallowed his own disgust and resentment, just to enter an abomination of a world, to get just the right fabric with just the texture and just the right color. The porcelain buttons. The stuffing. All of it, Error had weighed and judged, and selected with the sort of care he rarely gave to anything. 

The doll wasn’t for him.

He couldn’t even call it a doll, anymore. It was table scraps. Loose thread, smoldering stuffing, and black smear on the floor.

Ink shuffled his feet awkwardly. 

Error breathed in once. Felt the threat of hot-prickle-static ripple down his spine. And the feeble, pathetic remains of his soul turned black with rage, because if this was the shit he got for caring about someone else for once than what the fuck was the point?!

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“Yoooo! This is a total bummer, dude,” is what Fresh would’ve said if he had access to his Host’s mouth. 

For several long moments, he felt weightless. Caught in the split second of a free fall. Then there was a sickening crack and like a busted record player, the flow of time came to a screeching halt—

—when he came to, it felt like someone had taken a mallet to his head, and stuffed his mouth with cotton. Up was down, North was East, and his sense of self in time and space had been divided and quartered. 

Instinct warned to flee and hide, but his body wasn’t responding.

It ached. His everything ached. Not cool. He could not feel his host and it was dark. Very dark. Also not cool. A growing, almost foreign sense of urgency loomed the longer this went on, a pulsating heat behind his eye like a drum, beating the thought into him that he was missing something. That was just not kosher, yo. He did not like to be rushed.

If that wasn’t enough, a strange tingling sensation numbed his arms. Like TV-static, tiny uncomfortable needles pricked his flesh. It was not quite painful, but it was totes uncool. The core of his being quivered. He strained to move. He couldn’t move. Why couldn’t he move? 

‘Unradical, bro.’

Finally, one of his limbs twitched. He began to move it experimentally, testing what hurt and what didn’t. He felt the end of a tentacle curled, then folded in a loop over itself. Smooth. He was resting on something smooth. Bowl shaped. Ok. He was resting inside his host’s skull then. Sick.

‘What’s your damage, man?’

But he still couldn’t see. He felt around. Grody mucus sealed his eye shut. He shuddered and pulled his arms over his eye, swiping his limbs over it until the grit came loose and the darkness became a muddy fog, and finally cleared.

‘Take a chill-pill, wastoid. This is no-way to treat your bro—sCK” 

His host lay on its back. His glasses were dislodged by a blue spear. The pole came just shy of taking a chip off his Host’s cheekbone. But its eye sockets blown wide, staring upwards into a cracked blue sky. 

Oh jeez. 

He watched, as second by agonizing second, a long black fissure ate away at reality. The sky chipped away, bite by bite. The darkness within convulsed, heaving, like a slowly, ever expanding lung.

Yeah.... Time to bounce.

#dear anon i am so sorry this is probably the worst Fresh sans youve ever read a pov for! i tried my best but that boy is hard to write #:'') #utmv #utmv au #error sans #fresh sans #fresh!sans #error!sans #ask meme #ficlet #orbital chatter #long post

[meikamatadori]

Käärijä ft. KähinäPate - Fantastista (translation, analysation & explanation)

fyi, I’m just a fan wanting trying to translate a difficult language so everyone can understand. I’m not a professional translator and there is bound to be mistakes and room for improvement

Verse 1, Käärijä

En pidä bileit ku naapurit vetää sikeitä/

I don’t host parties when my neighbours sleep

Ei oo välejä viileit ku pidän mun liikkeet sileinä/

There’s no cool intervals* when I keep my moves smooth

Aiheutan mielipiteitä ja jengi tsiigaa mua kireenä/

I cause opinions and people look at me [while] uptight

Älä heitä mua kivellä kohti josset sä liketä/

Don’t throw a stone at me if you don’t like [me]

Jos näät mut livenä poika muistat mun nimen/

If you see me live, boy you remember my name

Se on uhka, jos päästät tän jäbän tääl tänää volaa säätää/

It’s a threat, if you let this dude adjust the volume here today

Se on uhka, sillä tää jäbä ei tullu tänne asti äänt’ säästää/

It’s a threat, because this guy didn’t come this far to save [his] voice

Se on uhka, ku absintti ku mä tuun sillon riski on maksimi/

It’s a threat, like absinthe when I come, [then] the risk is maximum

Mulle riski ei aiheuta paniikkii/

To me, risk doesn’t cause panic

Joten tarrasen härkää sarvist kii/

So I’ll grab the bull by the horns

Se on uhka, ku pottatukka plus pikkutakki vihast viestii pukkaa/

It’s a threat, [when a] bowlcut plus [a] blazer, angry messages incoming

Älä hyppää mukaan jos pelkäät junkkaa, mee muualle humppaa/

Don’t jump in if you’re scared of jungle music, go humppa* somewhere else

IFK:n paidal fleksaus narrikatsomon laidal/

[in] IFK* shirt, flexing by the jokerstand*

Se on pikkuriski siihen verrattuna ku meikäpoika on paikal!/

It’s a small risk compared to when this guy* is present!

Chorus, Käärijä & KähinäPate

Hyvii hommii!/

Good things!*

Vaik tulee paskaa niskaan/

Even when shit pours* on your head*

On kaiketi mahollista saada sandaalista/

It’s possible to get [hit]* by a sandal

Eikä täl liksal oo nii paljon fuckin’ brassaamista/

And with this salary there’s not much to brag about

Mutta silti tää on nii fantastista!/

But still this is so fantastic!

Hyvii hommii!

Good things!

Verse 2, Käärijä

Hyvii hommii, vaikka mullei kulta korista mun korvii/

Good things, even if gold doesn’t garnish my ears

Hyvii hommii, vaikka mullei kulta somista mun sormii/

Good things, even if gold doesn’t decorate my fingers

Ja sillon tällön on keikan jälkeen syy koukkasta Jorvin kaut’ kotiin/

And every now and then, there’s reason to go through Jorvi* when going home*

Sillä yleisöön monta kovakouraista monnia sopii/

Because many rough rookies* fit in the crowd

Älä heitä tuopilla tai tuolilla/

Don’t throw a pint or a chair [at me]

Mut jos oot sillä päällä ni mä väistän ne ku luodin/

But if you happen to be in that mood, I’ll dodge them like a bullet

Ja ku mä poistun täst’ puodista/

And when I leave this boutique*

Vaatteet riekaleina se menee muodista/

Clothes shredded - it goes [by] fashion

Se on tän alan yks parhaista puolista/

It’s one of this profession’s best sides

Chorus, Käärijä & KähinäPate (no translation)

Hyvii hommii!/

Vaik tulee paskaa niskaan/

On kaiketi mahollista saada sandaalista/

Eikä täl liksal oo nii paljoo fuckin’ brassaamista/

Mutta silti tää on nii fantastista!/

Hyvii hommii!/

Chorus 2, Käärijä & KähinäPate

Niin fantastista! (Mitä vittuu, häh mitä mitä!)/

So fantastic! (What the fuck, huh what what!)

Mä tiesin et tää on vaarallista ku aloin tekee tätä (ku aloin tekee tätä!)/

I knew it’s be dangerous when I started doing this (when I started doing this!)

Ja ne varotteli tästä ammatista ku aloin tekee tätä (ku aloin tekee tätä!)

And they warned me about this profession when I started doing this (when I started doing this!)

Mutta en paina stoppii vaa painan mikkikoppiin/

But I won’t press stop instead I go* to micbooth

Ja vaikka pienissä piireissä tulee paskaa niskaan/

And even when in small circles, shit pours* on your head

Silti tää on nii fantastista!/

Still this is so fantastic!

Hyvii hommii!/

Good things!

Verse 3, KähinäPate & Käärijä

Kuka mä olen mies joka kypsynyt toteen/

Who am I, man matured into truth

Et harval jäljellä järkeä sanois mitä ne hokee/

Only few have [some] sense left in [their] words about what they’re repeating

Ja tähän väsynyt olen siks muutost vailla ku SOTE

And I’m tired of this, without change like SOTE*

Biisit nii väkisi väännettyjä ku fistingi pokessa joten/

Songs so forcedly twisted like fisting in porn so

Ei nii kaksista mut Käärijä ja Kähinä on tatsissa/

Not so good but Käärijä and Kähinä are in touch*

Viidakkorumpujen tahdissa vittuun muut lavalt passittaa/

In jungledrums’ rhythm, everyone else passed from the fucking stage

Ku astutaan geimeihin syntyy reiveihin mayhemit/

When we step into the game, [it] creates mayhem in raves

Sillä nälkä nii kova et jopa Pynnösen Jesse jää tokaks (se jää tokaks, se se jää tokaks)/

Because [the] hunger is so big that even Pynnönen’s Jesse* stays second (he stays second, he he stays second)

Chorus, Käärijä & KähinäPate (no translation)

Hyvii hommii!/

Vaik tulee paskaa niskaan/

On kaiketi mahollista saada sandaalista/

Eikä täl liksal oo nii paljoo brassaamista/

Mutta silti tää on nii fantastista!/

Hyvii hommii!/

Chorus 2, Käärijä & KähinäPate (no translation)

Niin fantastista! (Mitä vittuu, hä mitä mitä!)/

Mä tiesin et tää on vaarallista ku aloin tekee tätä (ku aloin tekee tätä!)/

Ja ne varotteli tästä ammatista ku aloin tekee tätä (ku aloin tekee tätä!)/

Mutta en paina stoppii vaa painan mikkikoppiin/

Ja vaikka pienissä piireissä tulee paskaa niskaan/

Silti tää on nii fantastista!/

Hyvii hommii! (no mitä!)/

Mä tiesin et tää on vaarallista ku aloin tekee tätä (ku aloin tekee tätä!)/

Ja ne varotteli tästä ammatista ku aloin tekee tätä (ku aloin tekee tätä!)/

Mutta en paina stoppii vaa painan mikkikoppiin/

Ja vaikka pienissä piireissä tulee paskaa niskaan/

Silti tää on nii fantastista!

Still this is so fantastic!

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Ei oo välejä viileit ku pidän mun liikkeet sileinä

There’s no cool intervals* when I keep my moves smooth

I struggled with this one quite a bit - but I think that he means that in his songs and gigs there will be no cold/stiff/cool gaps -> He’s good at keeping the audience/listener engaged so he’s not ”cool” (instead hot?)

Älä hyppää mukaan jos pelkäät junkkaa, mee muualle humppaa

Don’t jump in if you’re scared of jungle music, go humppa* somewhere else

Humppa is a type of finnish music. It’s related to jazz and very fast foxtrot. Humppa is also the name of a few social dances danced to humppa music. It’s more popular and associated with older people (as it’s first types were ’invented’ in early 1900s)

IFK:n paidal fleksaus narrikatsomon laidal

[in] IFK* shirt, flexing by the jokerstand*

IFK is a icehockey team from Helsinki (close to Vantaa). The ”flexing by the jokerstand” is a dig at another finnish ice hockey team: Jokerit (Jokers) and their logo is a jester.

Se on pikkuriski siihen verrattuna ku meikäpoika on paikal!

It’s a small risk compared to when this guy* is present!

”Meikäpoika” lit. translation ”me-boy/guy/dude”. Meikä is a common prefix when you want to stress that it’s you. Usually used in humorous context.

The way that it ties to the previous line, is that it’s a smaller risk to have a rival team’s icehockey jersey in the said rivals (fan) audience than having Käärijä around.

Hyvii hommii!

Good things!*

Homma has many meanings. In different contexts, it can mean business, [some] things or even nonsense.

It depends on the context, you can ask someone ”Mikä homma?” and it can be interpreted as ”What’s up?”, ”What’s the problem?”, ”What is this [nonsense]?” - so it’s a very versatile word :D

In this context, it’s more like ”Good things”

Vaik tulee paskaa niskaan

Even when shit pours* on your head*

I struggled with this one too, because niska actually means nape (the back of your neck) and the verb tulee (tulla) means coming - but the sentence ”tulee paskaa niskaan” means more like that you get shat on.

On kaiketi mahollista saada sandaalista

It’s possible to get [hit]* by a sandal

Saada means get (like gifted), but it’s also used in various context like ”saada turpaan” - to get beaten up.

Ja sillon tällön on keikan jälkee syy koukkasta Jorvin kaut’ kotiin

And every now and then, there’s reason to go through Jorvi* when going home*

This was so difficult to translate and get the message across. Koukata means to take a sidestep, in this it means to take an excess trip before going home.

Jorvi is a hospital in Espoo.

Sillä yleisöön monta kovakourasta monnia sopii

Because many rough rookies* fit in the crowd

Kovakourainen means rough in a physical way. Monni is a common term when describing conscripts (in basic training) - so a rookie but it can also just be used as a dig.

It ties in with the previous bar - sometimes Käärijä has to go to the hospital because some people in the audience get a bit rough with him.

Ja ku mä poistun täst’ puodista

And when I leave this boutique*

Puoti is sometimes used to describe a bar or a club because they’re small places, like a boutique.

Mutta en paina stoppii vaa painan mikkikoppiin

But I won’t press stop instead I go* to micbooth

Painaa ”Press” is another word with multiple meanings - depending on the context. Here it’s a little wordplay.

He doesn’t press stop [button] - instead he will press (go) into the micbooth.

Painaa, painella jonnekin means to go somewhere, usually aggressively.

Bonus: painaa can also mean shagging lol

Ja vaikka pienissä piireissä tulee paskaa niskaan

And even when in small circles, shit pours* on your head

Again with the shit pouring - in small (social) circles he’s getting shat on.

Ja tähän väsynyt olen siks muutost vailla ku SOTE

And I’m tired of this, without change like SOTE*

Kähinä is tired of other rappers saying a lot without meaning anything - the (rap) scene is without change like SOTE.

SOTE (Sosiaali-, ja terveydenhuolto ”Social and healthcare”). SOTE-uudistus (reform) was a thing in Finland that took a very long time to put into action and it almost seemed like it will never happen.

Ei nii kaksista mut Käärijä ja Kähinä on tatsissa

Not so good but Käärijä and Kähinä are in touch*

Kaksinen means good but in an inversed way ”Not good”.

Tatsi is another word with multiple meanings - depending on the context …

Here it means that both Käärijä and Kähinä are in touch -> in the way that they are both fit (they have good touch). Usually used as a term in sports.

Sillä nälkä nii kova et jopa Pynnösen Jesse jää tokaks (se jää tokaks, se se jää tokaks)

Because [the] hunger is so big that even Pynnönen’s Jesse* stays second (he stays second, he he stays second)

Jesse Pynnönen is a finnish youtuber known for his insane calorie challenges, (like trying to eat 50 000 kcal in a day?!)

So here Kähinä’s and Käärijä’s hunger (for greatness) is so big that even Jesse can’t beat them.

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Wow, that was a long one! Thank you for reading this far and I hope this will shine some light onto Käärijä’s incredible wordplay and bars.

If you have a better way to express something or a better explanation, please do comment or reblog it.

I have never translated a full song before and as we’ve noticed finnish is full of words that have multiple meanings only differing on context - but when translating, pretty much every single context is important.

Stay fantastic ;) - Max

#Käärijä #Fantastista translation #käärijä song translation #finland #finnish #eurovision #jere pöyhönen

[clementine-writes-things]

Edward Nygma Gifs + Songs That Fit Them

Random gifs of Edward Nygma and songs I think match the energy because I've been obsessed with matching gifs of him with songs. So, I don't know if any of you will care about this, but here is some filler content while I work on a big upload. I also highly recommend you listen to these songs. I know this sound like I'm bragging and maybe I am, but I believe I have an amazing taste in music. I listen to everything except country (ew). I didn't get the 'good at math' autism but I definitely got the 'talent for matching music with characters/scenarios/situations' type of autism because i have A BILLION playlists and I love making playlists for specific characters and writing scenarios. If you decide to listen to these songs, please let me know if you liked them in the comments :) I wanna see if you think they match the gifs. I've noticed that Edward's 'energy' really reminds me of Hyperpop music/Heavy metal/and various Indie songs/artists.

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Brian is the Most Beautiful - Memo Boy (hes so prettyyy)

NARCISSISIC PERSONALITY DISORDER - Odetari (this song fits perfectly. listen to the lyrics)

Custer - Slipknot (bro enjoyed it too much...)

See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) - Tyler the Creator (sweet :3)

FUNKED UP - xxanteria, isq (theater kid, not joking though this song reminds me of this scene)

The Most Wanted Person In The United States - 100 gecs (bro's wanted in every state.)

warm nights - Xori (reminds me of his sensitive and vulnerable side)

Who is She? - I Monster (ominous, mysterious, beautiful, and unsettling.)

Kerosene - Slowed - fam0uz (theater kid era mixed with psychopathic behavior)

Punk Tactics - Joey Valence & Brae (picked this song cuz its goofy but also threatening and reminds me of edward)

GOOD LOYAL THOTS - Odetari (bro would so listen to this type of music)

Ride - Sir-Mix-A-Lot ( THIS IS NOT CUZ IT'S AN EDIT SONG! He seems like he literally listens to sir-mix-a-lot like fr. hes nodding to the beat of the song and thinking 'i like butts too! :D')

Aleph - Gesaffelstein (this song always gives me chills and I feel like it matches Ed's energy well. this gif below is perfect for it.)

Megalomaniac - KMFDM (I've said it before and will keep saying it. This song is my favorite song to pair with him. It reminds me of him so well. The lyrics, the beat, the drums, EVERYTHING. Imagine this song playing while he's in a fight scene, like, hello?)

Freak Show - Punkinloveee, H3artcrush (another song that reminds me of him a lot.)

The Lobotomy - Maebi (a creepy ass fkin song that reminds me of his whole transition from edward to riddler)

Daydream In Blue - I Monster (I love this song. It reminds me of how Edward still is a romantic throughout the whole show. Yeah, he gets crazy, but he still has love in his heart.)

HYPNOTIC DATA - ODECORE, Odetari (ik he's a goofy boy but he also has a slight ego. this song reminds me of that. he KNOWS he can pull and it feeds his ego.)

Bark Like You Want It - Sir-Mix-A-Lot (NO NOT CUZ OF THE EDIT...ok maybe a TINY bit. But like I said, he would def listen to this dude....also why is this gif so hot...HIS FACE AND STANCE HELLO?!?! how did no one smooch this man during this scene?)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena (ed would def listen to this song in a club while drinking shots, like, he would look across to you from the room an wink. I'm not the only one who can see this right? This song also makes me think about how crazy Edward really is. Like we can't deny he's absolutely insane. This gif makes me feel things bro...I LOVED HIS HAIR)

Ok, let's finish it off with one more..

mos thoser - food house (at first I didn't think this song fit him...but then I realized the lyrics reminded me of him a lot. 'Think about how many people know they're gay because of me'. Like come on...It also reminds me of how he can get rlly angry and be goofy. The song just is a mixture of his seriousness/goofiness/and his 'personality disorder' i guess? Does him conflicting with his riddler side count as that? I'm not sure what to call it but I'm sure you know what I mean <3. also the beginning of the song starts with mentioning that they picked up a disturbing tweet from the guy who made the song, and i totally feel like edward would tweet someone who disagreed with him saying something like "i have your address." lmaoooo

#writers #fanfic writer #fanfic #gotham #the riddler #edward nygma #writers of tumblr #dc universe #cory michael smith

[birlwrites]

What do you think would've happened to Barty if he had ended up in Griffindor?

OKAY SO

first of all, he and simon holsclaw would be absolutely bitter rivals, in the sense that holsclaw is pissed off by barty's very existence and barty gets a kick out of making it worse. they're still potions partners

he still would have befriended regulus on the train, but immediately going to gryffindor would have made it harder for them to keep in touch and they definitely wouldn't have become close friends. regulus would retreat to his slytherin childhood friends, and barty would probably befriend caroline johnson (rip,, always fated to make friends with jocks)

and then most likely the marauders would Discover™ him and gryffindor tower would have no peace for the next 6 years

i think gryffindor barty would be, if anything, *more* angry and rebellious and seeking to do something dramatic than slytherin barty is - slytherin barty has the benefit of his house and his sacred 28 friends and his dark arts to feel like he's Doing Something that's going to distinguish him in some way - set him against his father and everything crouch sr. stands for

gryffindor barty doesn't have any of that, so he's going to dive more into things like.................. vigilantism!

yep you guessed it - gryffindor barty would jump headfirst into the order of the phoenix, take the 'phoenix' part REALLY seriously, cause enough destruction that even lily is like 'whoa dude maybe reel it in a little' (although it takes her a few years to get to that point. they get along great except for when the marauders are involved at which point they get along horribly)

sirius and barty understand each other, remus and barty also understand each other and remus kind of feels this need to Intervene with whatever the fuck barty has going on (i think of remus as being very sensitive to the idea of people spiraling down a dark path, for obvious reasons), which goes poorly

dumbledore sees barty as a useful weapon with the potential to turn into a loose cannon if he feels like he's not doing enough

and i think if the war proceeded as usual and peter betrayed lily and james, sirius would be in godric's hollow discovering their bodies etc all that fun stuff, followed probably pretty shortly by barty turning up and trying to kill him (i generally hc remus as being with the werewolves at that point and getting news late), which goes on until sirius manages to persuade barty that it was peter. this either results in sirius and barty capturing peter or in sirius going to azkaban and barty embarking on a personal revenge quest feat. remus lupin who's confused and miserable and pissed off

all that would be if barty didn't die trying to shoot voldemort in the face because like, he's barty

#should i make an inbox tag #on a lighter note. rip regulus sharing a dorm room with evan and evan only

[wilsons-journey]

Valefors Voice Canon - Ardyn Izunia (VA: Darin De Paul) (Taken from here (YT)) He looks fierce, but I imagine his voice more “soft” - he never really raises his voice. Even if he is angry. But you can still hear it in his tone.

He would also never scream at you. If he is really angry,... he just turns silent.

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He is not only a mess of a character - his character inspiration, too.

Kenshin, Vagabund and fleeing his past as Assassion, to start a new life.

Auron (FFX) , some personality traits / behavior

Odogaron, for his Oni Form / Mask (Outside the GW2 Universe)

Oni, his Race is inpired from this (Outside the GW2 Universe)

Trash Jesus, I mean Ardyn Izunia, some personality traits /  behavior and Voice

Kratos, again fleeing from a lot of shit / anger. I feel he had some influence for Valefor for me (I really enjoyed the the past two games)

To be honest, some of these inpired a lot of my characters. Dragon Age Fandom could also be listed here as inspiration.

Litte Funfact to Valefor: Early this year I started writing a little fanfic just for myself. It was set in the Dragon Age 2 Setting, feat an old OC of mine. I made several versions - putting that OC in different positions and... well from that Valefor was created.

He happened by accident, just because I wanted a dude doing stuff for money that worked in a Theater. Rest is history and now I’m obsessed with him. Kying also developed in this story. The Role is the same as in Guild wars 2 - Guard Friend that gives him information and more.

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Inspired by jollycryptid​ - Post can be found here . I also wanted to do this voice canon / character inspiration ;v;

#random #valefor #meme #welcome to this valefor essay

[eggyoneshots]

roof confessions

a/n: now see im reviving this fandom with @galalunaboyfriend and what better to start off that than a lance x reader fic also god this formatting sucks but ill suffer thru it

He really didn't understand why you insisted on calling him instead of just sending him a text. He didn’t know why he always answered either, but frankly if he dwelled on it, he’d probably realize things he wasn’t ready to admit to himself even. He always asked why, but you just changed the subject, or said “wouldn’t you like to know” before changing the subject, so he figured you’d spill eventually. Maybe. Lance wasn’t even sure, you were as stubborn as him, which is a genuine feat. However, despite you being his closest friend that didn’t live in the same house as him, he was not tolerant of being phoned by you at 3 in the fucking morning on a school day to talk about a fucking frog figurine you saw over six hours ago, especially when he was resting ever so peacefully for once in his life. Still, he looked at his phone, angry and exhausted, pressing the answer button. You’re lucky he likes you. “YN. It is..” He pauses, staring at the clock for a solid minute, trying to remember how to read. “It’s 3:07 in the morning. On a t.. Tuesday? I don’t remember.” He sounded horrific, considering you woke him up before his usual time. He’s a routine follower, and you interrupted it.

“It’s- It’s important, I swear.” You sounded just as tired, but obviously you were excited to share something. However tired he was, he knew you’d still tell him regardless of his desire to go back to sleep. He rolled over, staring at the ceiling, ready to go through whatever verbal torment you had ready. “Ok ok, so, this was..” He heard shuffling, then the sound of something plastic being put down. “I saw this at like, 6pm, it was in the window of this like, antique shop or something, right?” You paused, staying quiet. Were you expecting him to respond? He grunted, giving you a tired ‘right.’ “Right, and this.. This ffffuckin’ frog, it was… ceramic or something, I dunno, but it was like, staring right at me as I was looking, and I just knew I had to get it.” Lance raised a brow at the sound of you tapping your window. “Look through your window, trust me dude.” He blinked, sitting up sluggishly. Sure enough, you were standing at the window, phone up to your ear, holding.. A ceramic frog. It was small, the size of your palm, and it was just. .staring at him. He kind of gets the appeal. “Look at this thing. It’s so silly.” Lance moved to stare at you after a moment, glaring. “What.”

“You called me at 2am for.. A frog.” You nodded from across the window, giving a sleepy grin. “..You couldn’t have just.. Texted me? Or, preferably, wait for tomorrow morning.” You shrugged, putting the frog down on your windowsill with the other collectibles you had. Did you really keep that rock that he admitted to grabbing from the ground, then used as an apology? (He still felt bad about how he treated you when you first met.)

“I like hearing you talk.” He blinked, slowly processing what you said. Meanwhile, you looked like you wanted to drop dead on the spot. He suddenly felt awake, eyes comically widening. “Hey wow, I’m so sleepy suddenly, ok bye goodnight!” You clicked the hang up button before he could even respond, making him stare at his phone with a completely shocked expression.

“WHAT-” He almost screamed, watching you disappear to your bed, which was out of sight from the window. He never typed so fast in his life, thankful you texted him sometimes. ‘HELLO?’ ‘YOU CAN’T DROP THAT ON ME THEN DISAPPEAR FOR THE NIGHT??’ ‘So help me I’ll break in through your window.’ ‘YN.’ ‘ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW.’ He stared at his phone, waiting for maybe two minutes total until you responded finally.

‘roof meeting’

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He tossed on a hoodie, not realizing it was one you got him because he said it ‘looked comfy.’ Opening his window, he crouched on his windowsill, crawling onto his roof, waiting for you. Eventually, and knowing you it’s because you were doing your usual ‘anti-anxiety routine’, which he caught you doing before a test once, you crawled from your window, sitting across from him on your roof. He just stared at you for a minute, unaware his face was sort of red, before finally breaking the horrific silence. “Are you going to explain, or are we going to sit here until it’s morning?” You made a face, tapping your fingers against your knee. “Well?”

“I’m thinking, damnit!” You looked at him finally, your face basically cherry colored. He let out a sigh, crossing his arms and looking you in the eye. “You know staring at me like you’re going to kill me isn’t helping, right?” You shrunk into yourself slightly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Honestly, if you were struck by lightning or something right now you would not complain in the slightest. “I just- uh..”

“You just.. What?” He wasn’t mad. He just.. He didn’t even know. Maybe it’s because you usually tell him pretty much everything.

You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face. “It’s just- ugh, I like hearing you because it’s like.. comforting?” You weren’t looking at him as you spoke, afraid of his reaction. “Like, you’re kind of this source of comfort for me, and like.. being around you is nice, and I like you a lot more than I should, and I just really love you in general-” You were rambling at this point, not noticing the almost starstruck look on Lance’s face. You.. loved him? That’s not- There’s no way. He was barely listening at this point, head swimming. You weren’t even looking at him right now, hyper focused on the ground below.

The minute he finally finished processing what you said, he tried, tried, to get your attention. “Yn.” You clearly hadn’t heard him at all, considering you were still rambling. It would’ve been nice, if it wasn’t for the fact he needed you to be quiet for once and listen to him. “Yn.” Even when he was louder, still nothing, not even a glance. “Yn!” You looked at him for a millisecond, but kept rambling. Alright. “YN!” You finally stopped, looking at him, sometimes, fidgeting nervously. “Are you serious?” He’d rather not dodge asking, and get to the point. You looked like you were going to die on the spot. “Yn. Answer me. Please.” He sucked at this. He really did. This is like one of those scenes in those stupid drama shows Ilana watched. Just with less crying.

He kept staring at you, waiting. He was honestly hoping you were serious. What. That’s extremely new, did he.. You were essentially part of the family, even if you weren't like them. He’d witnessed you patch them up after every battle, made sure Oktus hadn’t broken or anything, even when Tashy 497 (Tarax would always be its name to him, but he wouldn't admit that) was dying, you were there for them, somehow knowing what to say perfectly. You opened your mouth, pretty much visibly thinking over what to say. “I.. I am. I’m dead serious.” You looked away for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I’ve.. felt like this for.. months. Almost a year, actually. I just didn't think you’d ever really.. figure it out. Or feel the same.” You blinked, coughing into your fist. “Not- Not that I think you do, if-if you don’t it’s fine, we can still be friends, and I-”

“I do.” It came out before he could stop himself, throat almost closing up. SMOOTH ONE, LANCE. You looked at him, eyebrows shooting up. Huh wuh. “I.. I do, uh, feel the same. I just..” He stopped, brain coming to a halt on how to finish the sentence.

“Don’t know how to show it?” He was always grateful you knew how to talk about this stuff.

“Yes. I.. never really.. went through anything like..” He paused, making an awkward hand motion between the two of you. “This. Admitting it, even feeling anything like it. Not.. Not like this, at least.” He felt like blowing up. Please, if there’s any divine being out there, please blow him up for letting him admit this. “But, even if I’m not really, you know, experienced, I guess, I.. I still want to try.”

“You’re.. you’re sure?” You looked almost surprised, but at the same time hopeful. He wasn’t kidding. He wouldn’t joke about this, he wasn’t that kind of person. “We- We don’t- You don’t have to, I-I don’t want you doing anything just because of what I said.”

“I’m more than sure, YN.” Lance smiled at you, face turning slightly pink. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at.. Anything in this case, but I want to try,” He looked away for a second, face turning darker pink. “For us both.”

You smiled, your own face becoming pink. “Alright. Alright!” You gave a toothy grin, feeling elated. Who knew calling your best friend to talk about a frog you found would end up like this. You weren’t complaining though.

#lance lunis #lance lunis x reader #sym bionic titan #sym bionic titan x reader #ill make the tags my damn self.

[tired-reader-writer]

OC alphabet soup game for K?

KAZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI

He's the lady of the castle in all but gender. The household servants defer to him as they would the lord's wife and he is their lord's spouse, and he's very well beloved by them which is a feat considering the fact that he barged into the castle and tried to strangle Shapur all those years ago.

Hey, grief makes you do unwise things. He thought Shapur was involved w the attack that killed his sister and brother-in-law.

He was the one chosen by Rajendra for the Adikalania, the duel before the gods, because Rajendra perceived Kazai's magical abilities as being blessed by some gods and hey, better to pick someone who is favored by the gods for this duel before the gods thing, even if it's not your own gods, right? And since Kazai had already grown infamous for being favored by the divine and a monster on the battlefield (to the point someone who knew about clan history would say “No wonder they were called divine weapons of the gods.”) Gadhevi freaked out as in canon and picked Bahadur in response.

Kazai won.

By ripping out Bahadur's throat with his teeth.

Shapur, who thought he was going to lose Kazai to this duel (because Kazai was being a tad too cautious w his magic lest he be accused of cheating and didn't know Bahadur couldn't feel pain he got quite injured), embraced him as soon as he could, not caring about the stares or the blood on Kazai's body— and let Kazai nestle his face in his neck to which people were like “????? dude did you not see what he did to that other guy's throat??? why tf are you letting him put his face near your neck????”

Back when Shapur was still trying to get Ayunnen and Kashi and Kazai to come with him to his castle Kazai was the only one who was just a little bit interested instead of scared like the other two were. Also, I don't know if I've talked about this before but he was born to a concubine of Some Rich Dude which the main wife Did Not Like and tried to kill him and his mom was trying to protect him and things went to shit and ended up w the main wife dead. Charged w murder, some huge punishment was waiting ahead for both the mom and her two little kids (3yo Kashi and infant Kazai), maybe enslavement, maybe imprisonment, I don't know, but things were grim until a sympathetic guard slipped them out and so they were on the run— and at some unspecified point the mother dies and Kashi has to contend w protecting Kazai all alone at like, toddler age. Also they got picked up and raised by wolves so... yeah. Feral little babies! Until somebody from the clan found them and took them in. Kashi chilled out somewhat (still terrifying in battle though, more like concentrated and stockpiled until she sees fit to release it) but Kazai's Wildness™ is less contained. Though many in the castle kinda perceived him as some sort of wildcat, the full potential of his feralness came out after Arslan got horribly maimed. He's angry and it shows.

His original birth name was not Kazai as Kashi's wasn't Kashi, they were something else entirely, Parsian names, but they both discarded it as society discarded them. Kazai wishes he remembered their mother.

They both inherited their mother's black hair. Everything else is up in the air but that much I am certain.

In the first ever ArSen AU I wrote (RHoG) I made Elam go all starry-eyed at Kazai because of how he makes so many things more convenient in the domestic setting. I wonder if I should retain that.

#kazai (oc) #ask game #kashi (oc)