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estrellami-1 · 3 months

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If I Should Stay

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“You wish,” Steve teases, then looks wide-eyed at Robin. “What about all the pictures we have?”

“We’ll take new ones,” she assures him, then grins. “And hey, maybe Starcourt will be built, without the Russian base underneath.”

Steve hums. “Maybe then I could avoid one of the concussions from Billy.”

Robin freezes suddenly. “Steve,” she says, “is it a good idea for the party to meet Max? Because of the first concussion from Billy? That wasn’t Upside Down related, was it?”

Steve grimaces. “He’d been Flayed at that point, yeah. Even if he is a racist asshole, I can’t imagine him coming after us like that again.”

Robin hums. “But if he does-”

“Tell me,” Eddie says suddenly, “does he like Mary Jane? Because I can make sure he never sees her again if he goes after Steve.”

Robin blinks at him, then begins to grin. “Sorry, Stevie, Eddie’s my new favorite.”

Eddie laughs and fist-bumps her. “Likewise, Birdie.”

“Hey!” Steve says, faux-affronted. It’s ruined by the grin he can’t hide.

El pokes gently at Steve’s arm, then the waffle iron when he looks at her. “It’s done.”

“Ah,” he says, opening it. “Thank you, Ellie. Mind getting me a plate?” He grins at her. “Without grabbing it?”

El grins. Without moving, she opens a cabinet, floats a plate out to Steve, then shuts the cabinet again. She wipes underneath her nose, then grins at Steve. “No blood!”

“That’s great!” He celebrates with her, offering her a high-five. “You think you’re ready?”

“I’m still scared,” she tells him. “But yes. I do.”

“Y’know something else?” Steve asks. “Vecna needed four more years to be strong enough to do what he did. You needed two more days. I think you’re much stronger than he is right now.”

“Speaking of the big bad,” Eddie interjects, nibbling on a corner of his waffle, “shouldn’t we go over the plan?”

Steve sighs. “Probably,” he agrees.

“I think we should wait for everyone,” Alli says. “Let’s just have as normal a morning as we can for right now.”

Steve smiles at his sister. “Sure, Al,” he says, then rolls his eyes when she pulls him into a hug and ruffles his hair.

“Love you, Bubba,” she murmurs into his ear, and he can’t help but to melt into her hug.

“Love you too, Al,” he murmurs back, then grins at her. “How about grilled cheese when we all make it outta this intact?”

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea,” she nods, then steps away. “I’m gonna call Cass. Come and get me when everyone’s here?”

“Will do,” he nods, and she smiles in response as she walks off.

Eddie pulls his feet up onto the counter he’s sitting on, looping his arms around his knees. “So, Cassidy is Alli’s-?”

“Girlfriend,” Steve nods. He takes another waffle out of the iron and scrapes the last of the batter into it. “It makes me wonder how I would’ve ended up, if I had her the entire time, y’know? Cause I know I was an asshole. And I’m trying not to be anymore.”

“You’re succeeding,” both Robin and Eddie say at the same time, then excitedly point at each other.

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “Thanks. But I wonder, if I’d had her the entire time, would I have ever gotten as bad as I did? Would I have ever worked at Scoops or Family Video and met you, Robin? Would any of his have ever happened in the first place?”

He only notices his hand is shaking when Robin gently takes his fork and puts it down, then grabs both his hands in hers. “Squeeze,” she requests, and he does, letting out a harsh breath and resting their foreheads together.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

“Shuddup,” Robin says. He laughs.

After a few seconds, he pulls away to look at her. “Am I being crazy?”

“I think you’re being exactly as sane as taking this mission in the first place makes either of us, Dingus, I don’t think either of us were all there in the first place.”

Steve giggles. “I think you may be right.”

“Maybe you would’ve been different,” Eddie says. He’s taking the last waffle out of the iron. “Maybe you wouldn’t have. Maybe all of this would’ve happened, and maybe it wouldn’t have. Maybes aren’t gonna change anything that’s currently happening. All we can do is our best to get through it.”

El slips between Steve and Robin and wraps her arms around Steve’s waist. “I can do things you can’t,” she says quietly. “But I can’t see the future. I don’t know what could’ve happened. But I know I’m glad that you’re here now.”

Steve sighs contentedly and wraps her in his arms. “Me too.”

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honeyedheartss · 1 year

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oakland pre-show recap

- Dan said he felt like he was sullying the room with his presence (really ornate theatre)

- favorite kpop group is Shinee

-his bias is Taemin (most talented person in the entire universe)

- someone worked at a dog rescue center and needed name ideasand he said "Susan 3" and told them to keep the numbers going after

- favorite and least favorite parts of his old branding he said the Llama hats were a miss, not his favorite animal anymore but he still likes them

-went on a raccoon tangent because they ARE his favoriteanimal and he was so excited to see one in person and he thinks they're relatable

- his favorite part of his old branding was the tshirt with the eclipse on it!

-he needs to go back to YWGTTN a lot for help and has annotated his own book to help him out with contextand assistance when he is working through something

- current fave anime is Jujutsu Kaisen

>he said Demon Slayer was also very good

- he was asked where he was on 9/11 and he said "really?" in the MOST disappointed voiceand said he was 11 in primary school

- "what do you do to your hair to shape your curls" he laughed reading the question and said he wakes up like this

- Steve is his favorite stranger things character and S3 is his favorite season

-favorite piece of merch he's ever released is the WAD leather jacket and he said he doesn't feel worthy to be wearing it or to have made such a piece of art

- he thinks gay sex is disgusting, horrible, and no one should do it, an affront to the eyes of the Lord

@/vulturethera [on twitter] drew this and wrote "peepee" and he ripped up the card

- can you rawr for us? he tore that card up too

- most awkward experience on the tour so far was when someone asked him where he was on 9/11

- someone asked how he felt knowing he wouldn't be forgotten for a long time and he asked if we thought he was going to eventually be forgotten

-favorite holiday song is "what's this" from nightmare before Christmas

- favorite star wars episode is Revenge of the Sith and everyone booed him

- favorite part of the tour was when someone asked him where he was 9/11

-when asked 'what is next for Dan' he just made jokes about dying on tour from falling down the stairs, the Australian heat, and the freezing cold

- laughed at the question "what are you hopeful for for the future" and told us to watch the show

-favorite movie he's watched on the road is Shrek and he did a show of hands for favorite Shrek movies and Shrek 2 won and Shrek 4 got a single clap in the silence

- British people DO declare emergency when they see a rainbow but only bc they're really homophobic

- was asked about the queen dying and he discussed starting the show and getting a push notification that she was being lowered into the ground in Cardiff

- zero advice for people feeling lost in their twenties. fastest Nope of the show.

>he did say that your 20s are for figuring out how to adult and as a "recently in their 20s person" you'll be lucky to be alive by the end of them

- Got Milk? he has oat milk, he's disappointed that you can only get large containers of it in the US bc in the UK u can buy tiny serving size containers. AND HE DRANK OAT MILK THAT HAD BEEN IN THE FRIDGE FOR MORE THAN 2 MONTHS

someone wrote "when the function got Hennessey" and Dan referenced This Photo

- he simply Doesn't get over imposter syndrome when it comes to being capable of success

- someone drew him a dinosaur saying "no". he said it looked grumpy and "same"

-favorite kpop girl group is 2NE1 but right now it's LUNA

- talked about Phil killing the houseplants and dragged him for his houseplant care sponsored video

- spotify wrapped top 5:

- Polyphia

-Rosalia

-Vince Staples

-FKA Twigs

-Ludovico Einaudi

- he is ashamed of his top genre being lo-fi hip-hop but he puts it on when he's working or doing house chores

- least favorite part of tour is WHEN PEOPLE ASK HIM STUPID FUCKING QUESTIONS (he did yell this in response to the question)

- if he had to eat dicks on pizza would he rather they were sliced like pepperoni or ground like sausage? he said that was horrible horrible question. pepperoni

-why are you British? "I'm sorry"

- someone folded him an origami heart and a crane and he ripped them up because they didn't have questions inside them

- black and orange is because they did black and red for II, black and yellow for TATINOF, and black and green is weird and the other colors are too happy, so now he's stuck having grindr themed merch

-rabbits won in rabbits vs cockatiels and he proudly told us about Phil's childhood rabbit that pooped "perfectly spherical poops"

- someone had been watching him since 4th grade and he told us thats why we're all mentally ill queers

- VPMO is the next video on his schedule and will be out "this weekend" [although we were all unsure if he knew it was Friday today]

- he is an INFJ which is the Jesus and Hitler personality type

- he watched one episode of OFMD and he and Phil agreed to not watch anymore until they can watch it together

- most cringe thing on his spotify was lo-fi beats

- he asked what hashtags he should use for the doomed pre show photo and i said 9/11 and he yelled at me <3

#we're all doomed #dan howell #daniel howell #wad tour #wad preshow #banana rambles

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shera-dnd · 6 months

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I try not to be negative here. Like there's just too much negativity in this webbed site as is and I don't wanna add on to it

BUT god it's so hard not to shit on Mihoyo's character designs

Like I could write a whole fucking essay on why Yae Miko maybe has the ONLY good character design in Inazuma, and how Kokomi's and Raiden's designs are an affront to character design

Not to mention how much I could dunk on how pasty white the entirety of their fantasy India is

...but that would take like an ungodly amount of words and effort and ranting, and like I said I wanna keep negativity to a minimum

so instead I'm gonna do a little "bulk dunk" and go for the entirety of HSR in one go

quick disclaimer that I still play and enjoy these games and Jingliu has me by the balls no matter how painfully boring her character design actually is

ALRIGHT LET'S GO!

I guess it goes without saying that the design of any character in a gacha game is created with only a single thought in mind and that is: MASS MARKET APPEAL!

Which means the characters are meant to be PRETTY and their designs are meant for immediate appeal, not to actually inform the character

This results in some...weirdness

Like the fact that the Natasha (girl on the left) raised Seele (girl on the right) from childhood and used to run an orphanage, meaning she's much MUCH older than Seele, even tho they look about the same age

Okay Nat does look a little older, but no one is allowed to look old in this game

Something that becomes extra clear with

Serval! Who you'd be forgiven for thinking is a young adult playing for a rock band, and not a middle aged disgraced scientist who used to be in a rock band.

And yeah she's supposed to be AT LEAST in her 30s, because girl is the same age as Cocolia and that woman is a mother to an adult woman by the time we meet her

Oh and speaking of Nat and Serval, you've now seen 2/3s of all characters with ANY FORM OF BLEMISHES ON THEIR SKIN!

Nat has a spot on her chin, and Serval has a tattoo on her hip

Last one is Arlan

My man has the only two scars in this whole ass video game. He's also the only dark skinned character. He follows a pattern set by Xinyan and Dehya in Genshin, by being dark skin rep, carrying a big sword, and sucking absolute ass

But okay these characters are pretty, but there's nothing wrong with keeping characters pretty. Well, there is when their prettiness goes against what their character is supposed to be

So Belobog's story is one of class struggle in a military state that is holding back a never ending catastrophe. The entire population of the world is just one big walled city holding back the cold.

In it the rich and powerful live in the Overworld, where they have museums and theaters and grand statues, and a massive building from which their rulers can pass judgement.

The Underworld is mostly just a giant fucking mine where the lower class people are forced to work 24/7 in order to get food and medicine from the Overworld in the hopes that they'll keep surviving.

Underworld characters are survivors who have been struggling every day of their lives and have NEVER SEEN SUNLIGHT BEFORE

Yeah guys I can really get hardworking survivor from these two

But I mean that is just ONE planet, it can't be a thing for EVERY world, right? ...right?

So the Xianzhou Luofu is... a lot. Like it would take a long time to explain everything that is up with those guys, but the big themes here are stuff around chronic illness, memories, PTSD, war time trauma, and a whole bunch of stuff about aging

Like here are two characters who are veterans of war. One is constantly overwhelmed by her own traumatic memories, causing her to go into violent dissociative episodes.

The other one lost her copilot/best friend/rival/love of her life (YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME SHE ISN'T GAY, MIHOYO) in battle, and the trauma of that loss has left her terrified of flying again, living the rest of her life in the shadow of this one monumental event

...yeah I don't see it either

But hey don't worry, this game believes in gender equality, and that means the men are also just very pretty and very boring

Like the Luofu's messiest polycule, who are all millennia old pretty boys made with the sole purpose of making the straight women in the fanbase call them "daddy"

Well at least Blade has spider lily symbolism, which is like always a plus for me

Okay

That's it

That's all the dunking I have for HSR. I exorcised the angry grumpy critic from my system, and can go back to being positive and loving things again.

And I mean these games make more money than I can ever even conceptualize, so maybe I'm the one who is wrong

Oh also

Clara is perfect and objectively the best character design in this game, don't fucking @ me!

#hsr #honkai star rail #natasha #seele #serval #arlan #luka #jingliu #yukong #dan heng #dan heng il #cooler daniel #blade #jing yuan #clara #fuck that's a lot of characters

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eddiefreakinmunson · 2 years

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Like Real People Do (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

Summary: Ever since last summer when Starcourt fell and Hawkins revealed its true colors to you, you've tried to keep a low profile. The other members of the party swear up, down, and sideways that you're all sworn to secrecy. Even if it means keeping your best friend Eddie in the dark, and dodging the eldest Hargrove sibling who's taken an unfortunate interest in you.

Word Count: 1k & in progress

Series Warnings: Billy being a sleaze, language, smoking, alcohol, drug use, smut in later chapters, NSFW (18+ only!! Seriously minors DNI), fluff, angst, slow burn, violence, blood, all the standard stranger things warnings

A/N: This is quite literally my first fanfic in years, so please be gentle with me. I'm simple, and adore nerdy metalheads, and Eddie got me too good to not write something. In this AU Billy is alive for the events of ST4, and definitely an asshole but a (somewhat, very vaguely) redeemable one. He's good as an antagonist. This is just a preview, I'll definitely write more if anyone's interested! Planning on this being a long fic, in multiple parts. Read on, nerds. xx

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If Robin didn't return from the back of the video store soon, you were going to end up giving someone a black eye.

"Was thinkin' we could see Blue Velvet, roll up to that shitty little theater I see the town drooling over. The Hawk? Think it could be a real nice time-"

Billy didn't give a solitary shit about the movie, you knew that much before he was wetting his bottom lip to ask you from his spot leaned against a display of horror b-movies. More than likely, he was looking to ignore the movie entirely for an excuse to hook an arm around your shoulder on the dubiously clean theater seats in the dim lighting and get his hands on your chest.

Or at least see the starring actress naked.

Though the drawling attempt at schmoozing that rolled from Billy's lips was an idle noise you didn't pay much mind to, not when you caught a glimpse of your exasperating friend over his shoulder.

Eddie was pantomiming simultaneously sobbing and dry heaving in disgust in a bought of theatrics over the Family Video counter, the chain on his pants and wrist rattling.

There was an itching throb behind your eye, the grumbling of the beat-up air conditioning in the store was suddenly too loud, the cheap carpet beneath your sneakers uncomfortable as your weight shifted from one foot to another.

Your were weighing the chances of booking it to the doors like a bat out of hell before Billy could catch up versus accidentally stranding your metalhead Gumby with him when a low keen chimed in.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Gotta deliver the rugrats their shit before they start fighting. Each other or us."

Billy's chin tilted towards the source, a muscle in his jaw working in the sort of affronted gaze of someone who didn't often hear the word "no", let alone have the one keeping him from who he had his sights on be the school's rumored drug supplier. It wasn't much of a rumor, however. You knew Eddie had sold to Billy at some of his ragers he dared to call parties last summer, and the two generally had a vague respect for one another.

But Billy wasn't wasted on a keg stand and sliding your friend money for weed. When he scoffed quietly while still keeping half of his lips tucked into a smirk, something cold and pissed flickered in his irises when they leveled with your friend's, just before you blinked and it was already gone. But it was something that made Eddie grin wildly in challenge from his place now at your shoulder.

That muscle in Billy's jaw feathered again. "I'll be damned, Munson. Didn't think you and our darlin' (Y/N) over here knew each other."

"Well considering we've known each other since we were shitting our pants and watching Underdog, I'd say we're pretty decently acquainted."

The bark of Billy's answering laugh was equal parts charming and mocking. "No shit? Well, I-" He ran his tongue over his top teeth while letting out another throaty sort of chuckle. "The thing is, Maxine never said a word about hanging around either of you. Especially you," pointing at Eddie's amused face, "I never see you past that shithole where everyone parks their trailers and calls it a park, The Hideout, or the school. Think you're full of it."

Eddie's hands shot up in mock surrender, the warm metal of his rings clinking in time with the sound of the chain on his wrist jostling again.

"Oh shit, dude, you got me. Red handed, might I add. I'm now much more of a Smurfs man, if I do say so myself."

You flung a hand out across to Eddie's shoulder farthest from you like a mother slamming on the breaks in her minivan too hard when Billy shot up and made to walk towards the pair of you.

"Hey, (Y/N), tell the army of child minions that we got that copy of The Shining back in, but I dunno if they'll love or hate it, especially cause I think Will is on the sensitive side if you catch my drift-"

Robin Buckley's incessant word vomit and terrible timing, both of which were about to save your ass.

~~♡~~

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you if you've read this far! This is just a preview/blurb, not even necessarily chapter one but it will be included, just trying to gage interest in this fic. I'm definitely more than a little rusty, so any comments/feedback are appreciated! xx

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chamomileharry · 2 years

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Vampire Louis

🩸Bite me (5k) // by orphan_account

Louis is a vampire and Harry is a human who plays hard to get. Top!Louis ladies and gentlemen

🩸a moth to your flame *need ao3 account to read* (9k) // by sarcasticfluentry

Harry attends a Halloween party with his vampire boyfriend Louis and gets more than he bargained for.

🩸let me outshine the moon (9k) // by sarcasticfluentry

“Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”

“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”

...or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.

🩸I Wanna Thrill You Tonight (10k) // by orphan_account

"What does that have to do with my being a virgin?"

"Virgin blood is the sweetest of all."

Or the one where Louis is a vampire, and things don't go as expected.

🩸All you can eat (17k) // by harrysprostate

“You didn’t deny thinking about me while watching porn either, though.” Harry smiled and brushed his curls to the side before leaning over the desk so he was closer to Louis. “Do you stroke your big cock to those corny student teacher porn videos? Do you get mad when you watch? Because god, it’s so fucking cheesy. But you can’t help the way you start to come when the student starts moaning, ‘Ugh fuck professor fuck me.’ Because somehow it’s hot, and maybe it’s hot because you want to hear a certain student moaning professor while you fuck them over your desk. Now isn’t that right, Professor Tomlinson?”

~ or the one where human harry seduces his hot teacher professor tomlinson, who happens to be a vampire ~

🩸A Real Boy (32k) // by Centa0592

Harry is a college student who is forced to live with his dad in Portland. Louis is a vampire, who's in Portland to catch a hunter. They meet, drama ensues, they fall in love and this is their story.

The not so Twilight fic where Harry falls hopelessly in love with vampire Louis Tomlinson .

🩸Legends Are Real (101k) // by LovelyBlue

Legends: A popularized myth told in modern times, usually thought untrue. Harry Styles is one of those myths. The last of his species, he survived the massacre of his race and adapted to the modern times. But ever since Harry can remember his mother would tell him stories, legends of creatures, who she called The Blue Eyes, more commonly known as the Undead or Vampires. Harry was fascinated by the creatures of the legends. However they were believed to be extinct much like Harry’s species but he never lost hope. He knew they were out there.

Vampire Harry

🩸all the quirks in the whole wide world (1k) // by freethedoncastertwo

In between grooming his bat wings and avoiding garlic shells, it’s possible that Harry has fallen totally in love with Louis. (It’s a good thing that Louis seems to like him too.)

🩸Dance along to the beat of your heart (3k) // by TheShipofHope

Since his family has been cold-bloodedly slaughtered by vampires, Louis has been hunting them, wanting to take every single one of them down. When he hears people talk about a mysterious Harry with white pale skin, he knows he has found another victim. But is Harry completely what Louis thinks he is? And doesn't it get time that Louis finally moves one, that he ends his career as a hunter?

🩸Burning in the light (your eyes) (3k) // by TheShipofHope

Louis learns how to live with Harry, learns how to love Harry. Harry has known all along how to love Louis.

Sequel; read the first part first please.

🩸Beauty in Bedlam (7k) // by fanshae

“You’re not a vampire,” Louis scoffs. He’s never seen anyone less vampire-like in his life. The man is wearing gold boots for christ’s sake. Sparkly gold boots.

“Louis,” Liam hisses, looking mortified.

“What?” Louis asks, affronted. “He can’t be a vampire! He’s...dimpling!” Curly-apparently-Harry the vampire wannabe is indeed dimpling and looking entirely too amused for Louis’ liking.

“Vampires aren’t allowed to have dimples?” Harry asks, bemused.

“The dimples are just the first thing on the list, mate,” Louis assures him.

Vampire Louis & Harry

🩸and i’ll find your lips in the streets lights *need ao3 account to read* (4k) // by nooelgallagher

“Do you always ramble when you talk, Curly?” he asks, leaning against the kitchen island that sort of sticks out into the entry to the flat.

“I'm Harry.”

“So you said.” Louis’ grin gets wider.

Harry blushes. Fuck, he was so much smoother as a human. And who knew vampires could still blush. He's never seen Liam blush. He's the lucky enigma it seems.

“I'm, uh. Gonna go… In my room.” Harry points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. “Make yourself at home. There's blood in the fridge. And other snacks. And things. Help yourself. I’ll leave you to get, you know, settled.”

Louis smiles even bigger at that. “I was actually gonna go out,” he says. “It's been ages since I've gone dancing. Are you up for it, Curly?”

Or, Harry is a newbie vampire who hasn't fully gotten the hang of the whole afterlife thing, but Louis might be just what he needs.

🩸Strangers In The Night (9k) / by kingofeverything

Louis never thought he’d meet his soulmate. Harry never thought he’d meet a vampire.

🩸You’ve got me running from the daylight (15k) // by Bright_Life_Lights

If there was one thing that Louis had never, ever wanted in his whole vampire life, it was having to protect a bratty newborn from five fucking vampire clans. Too bad he got stuck with the assignment anyway.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are both vampires and acting like assholes towards each other until at some point they can't anymore.

🩸Run and I’ll Give Chase (24k) // by orphan_account

“You go out every night and maybe you’re able to drink without hurting anyone, but you’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Still have an itch you can’t scratch. A need you can’t put a name to. You desire a companion.”

“You mean a keeper?” Harry corrects with venom in his voice. “Someone to put a leash on me.”

“Wouldn’t need a leash, love.” Louis whispers sensually, and he is suddenly behind Harry, too fast for his eyes to keep track of. “You’re practically pliant just by being in my presence. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I could always get you a lovely collar with a matching leash once you decide to take me up on my offer.”

Or, Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

🩸Once in a Lifetime (26k) // by trulymadlylarry

Louis doesn't kill innocent people. He kills the unwanted criminals, outcasts, and poor beggars who won't be missed. After more than two hundred years of vampiric life, he doesn't feel guilt or regret anymore. But then he meets his next victim: a young, green-eyed stripper named Harry.

hi, im back! as always, please read the tags and remember to leave kudos and a nice comment for the author!

if you have any requests, feel free to ask please! <3

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stumpyjoepete · 2 years

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Japanese YouTube has so many fucking videos of random dudes either catching or buying insane monstrosities of the ocean in order to cut them up and eat them.

Oh, today we have a Snaggletoothed False Parrotfish. Its appearance is an affront to God, it's probably endangered, and it subsists entirely on a diet of shrimp shit, rocks, and smaller, better looking fish. I'm gonna eat it raw, I'm gonna dissolve its liver in soy sauce, and I'm gonna fry up some nuggets karaage style.

[the middle of the video where he scales, guts, and cuts up the fish only adds to the impression that it was never meant for human consumption]

Hmm, as sashimi, it has a slight but difficult to ignore hint of assy butt dirt, much like all the other False Parrotfish I've eaten. Guess I should have seen that coming. Well, lets try the karaage. Ah, yes, this is much better. Truly oishii. It's like deep fried whale dick. Oh, but maybe I should have taken the skin off of those pieces. It's a bit too much like fish-flavored gum. Anyway, overall it was pretty good. Thanks for watching, please like, subscribe, and hit that bell icon to be notified of more videos of Japanese people succumbing to their insatiable and perverse need to eat anything that swims.

#japanese children walk around aquariums pointing at stuff and yelling OISHII #and that's not an exaggeration #big in japan #民以食为天 #i guess

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smokeybrandreviews · 10 months

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As the World Turns

This Jonathan Majors sh*t done took a turn. Dude was in court to make his plea and they set a date for August 3rd. I cannot wait because, holy sh*t, this doesn’t look good for ol’ girl! First and foremost, the inciting event of the entire situation was that, apparently, Majors was “cheating” on his then white girlfriend, Grace Jabari with some black woman. There were “salacious” texts Grace had come across to this mystery ebony temptress which sent her into a rage in that cab. At the time, we didn’t know which black woman he was talking to but she accompanied him to this past court date. It’s f*cking Megan Good! Yo, Megan Good is the woman Grace felt threatened enough by, to physically attack Majors in plain view of a driver and on the car’s camera! And rightfully so. Megan Good is one of the most beautiful women on the planet AND she’s black! That is an affront to an affluent white woman like Jabari. How dare Majors use me to support his dreams and then step out on e with a darkie who is several times hotter than me? The utter audacity!

So Grace attacks Majors in the cab and he bails. The cabbie attests to the fact Majors never once became the aggressor, that he never even raised his voice. Dude is more than willing to testify to that under oath. He tried to leave the car and she pulled on him so hard, she tore his clothes. In plain view of random NYC tourists! More witnesses to the utter nonsense! Not only that, but he stopped and took photos and videos with these people, who openly comments about how nice he was, on camera, moment after being accosted by a jealousy fueled, crazy white woman! At this point, the to separate. For actual goddamn hours. Seven, to be in fact. Majors checked into a hotel across town, sent a break-up text, and turned off his phoned. After ha, he didn’t see nor speak o grace for seven goddamn hours! and his is where he plot thickens!

Majors was across on in a hotel while Grace went to a club called Loosie’s. A club she stayed in, partied, and got absolutely sh*tfaced, for at least three hours. She can be seen, on camera, using the hand with the alleged broken finger, in no pain whatsoever. Hugging, dancing, using stairs, holding drinks; Not even a hint of a broken anything. Now, i make it a point to say that because the assault which lead to the broken finger and bloody ear, took place in the car where the cabbie said nothing happened. The car Majors fled and took selfies with those tourists. So Grace is in this club, dancing her sad away after getting dropped by the up-swinging Majors, drunkenly makes her way back to the penthouse they share, drinks more liquor to the point of throwing up, chases that with sleeping pills, and passes out. My mistake, blacks out. How do we know this? Because she said so to the goddamn cops! This next part is what really sets the tone for this entire bullsh*t situation.

Majors comes home, like i said, seven hours later and find a closet locked. He can’t get into it so he called the handy man to open it. There, they both find a half naked and unconscious grace on the closet floor. Majors then calls the cops, who show up and comment about how nice the apartment was, how they are so surprised someone so young (read BLACK) could afford a place like this. They wake Grace, take Majors away, and interview her. The sh*t goes nowhere because she’s drunk and off those sleeping pills. The body cam footage literally has her looking down at her broken hand and saying out loud “What happened to my hand?” Bro, if your giant, rich, black, ex-boyfriend shattered your phalanges, you’d remember that, right? There’s a reason why she recanted and apologized to Majors. Twice. And it’s because she did that sh*t to herself in a drunken stupor over getting dumped by on of the most famous dudes in Hollywood. Which is what i said when this sh*t first broke all those months ago.

So what’s the motive for her to lie? Why did sh press charges? Grace didn’t. She tried to back out of the entire situation the day it all went public. Why do you thin she gave those two, sworn statements, voluntarily, to Majors’ lawyer? No, this sh*t smacks of an overeager prosecutor in the DA’s office, trying to make a name for themselves. Cats have come out of the woodwork with allegations and statements of victim hood at the hands of the “violent psychopath” Jonathan Majors but that’s all they have; statements and testimony. Words. Accusations. Majors wants this to go to trial. He wants all of this out in the open. Grace is the one who doesn’t. His lawyer has evidence, had evidence, to back up her timeline. She has eyewitness, video, and corroborating statements. Does Jonathan Majors have anger issues? Maybe. Did he cut a bloody swath through his college campus way back when? Could be. Prove it. Show me physical evidence that would speak to this current situation because, after reading about all of this new sh*t, Majors is looking like he’s getting that Depp treatment and it sucks major ass.

#Jonathan Majors #Some ol' bullsh*t

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jules-has-notes · 4 months

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Cheerleader — VoicePlay music video

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This song is super catchy and the guys sing it very well. But like most pop songs, the lyrics and tune aren't terribly complicated. So what did VoicePlay do to make a repetitive number more interesting? They enlisted some of their Sing-Off friends to write an extra verse and give them some sweet dance moves. The result is a video that's incredibly entertaining.

Details:

title: Cheerleader

original performer: OMI

written by: Omar "OMI" Pasley, Clifton Dillon, Mark Bradford, Ryan Dillon, & Sly Dunbar

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci, Layne Stein, & Alfredo Austin

release date: 11 August 2015

My favorite bits:

moving the song in a more pop / boy band direction than the original, since they'd just released a reggae take on a pop ballad

Layne's bouncy tonal percussion at the beginning and end

💃 Choreography! 💃

Eli singing ♫ "walks like a model" ♫ as he hops on the treadmill for a quick stroll

the presence of an extra towel specifically so Layne can twirl it over his head

♫ "Do you think I'm pretty?" ♫ ::hair check::

the cool weaving maneuver right before the new bridge section

Earl not quite being able to hide entirely behind Eli the way he could with Layne

the affronted looks on Eli, Tony, and Earl's faces when Layne and Geoff push them out of the way

himbo gym bro Geoff in the outro

Trivia:

The boys' excellent dance routine was created by Sing-Off season 4 choreographers Kristin Denehy (who also came back to help with their "Boy Bands in 5 Minutes" video) and Melanie Lewis-Yribar.

The original rap verse was written by Alfredo Austin from The Exchange, who were also on the 2015 Sing-Off tour. He has returned in recent years for further lyrical collaborations on VoicePlay's versions of "Superstition" and "Valhalla Calling".

#VoicePlay #music video #a cappella #music #video

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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DC verse Theater 4

“So what there’s just a universe out there where Tim and Jason are best friends or something?”

It was confusing and Konner wasn’t sure how Tim could ever forgive Jason what he’d done in Titans Tower but ….

“Pppfftt. Best friends? This is the multiverse we are talking about! Here I’ll show you some funny ones to lighten the mood!”

Dick felt relieved, two videos in and he wanted to shake his family members. It was nice that Jason and Tim were friends tho, he wanted his brothers to be brothers to each other! He did! But it also left his mouth with a bitter feeling. What is wrong with him?

The scene started with Jason, this one was wearing a suit! No white in his hair to be seen.

Bruce felt something in his chest loosen at the sight.

Jason wrinkled his nose in disgust.

[“- cost Lexcorp hundreds of thousands of dollars in-“] some lawyer aspoused before being cut off.

[“You know what I don’t care if Tim murdered his entire family. Tim is like a son to me.”]

Cass dropped her popcorn, wow just wow.

Konner wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, he was crying.

…

[“Did you really mean that Jason?”]

Tim’s mind was screaming, of course he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t he hates you. Your real dad didn’t want you, Bruce didn’t want you, why would you Robin want you?

[“Of course Tim. Your parents were assholes anyway.” ]

The pit in Jason burned, “So what if I hadn’t died I would have adopted the brat? If I hadn’t died I would be working at Wayne tech and everything would have been all better?” What fucking bullshit.

And what did his counter part mean about Tim’s parents being assholes? Tim was some rich kid who had parent that gave him everything and he still became Robin.

Roy gave him a nudge, “Whatever.”

The next clip played.

Xxxx

[“Tim your parents were extremely neglectful.”]

Jason froze.

[ “No they weren’t.”]

Konner pursed his lips, even after all these years Tim was still in denial.

[“Tim they left you alone for 11 months out of the year.”]

“Well at least they didn’t do that in our dimension!” Dick tried to break the ice, they couldn’t have done that. Not to Timmy, Bruce would have known. He would have known and he wouldn’t have let Tim go back to them.

“Tim?”

“What it’s not a big deal?”

Bruce felt like he had been slapped. No no no no. Jack and Janet weren’t the best people he knew that but they wouldn’t have…Tim had told him it was okay that they called and visited and that he had a nanny and and Tim was a liar. Bruce knew he knew and there was no more telling himself Tim hadn’t lied to him. There was no more space left to say he had actually believed him ethier. Bruce knew.

Xxx Next clip

[“No body is shooting my brother! Imma say this one time you make a move at him and you’ll be dead before you hit the ground you understand!”]

“Tt what mess did Drake get himself into know?” Damian was a tad affronted about this. So it would seem that in these worlds Drake and Todd were close. Tt, well it made sense. Todd hated anyone who hurt kids and it would seem Drake didn’t have the sparkling childhood he had thought he did.

[ I’m feeling untouchable, untouchable]

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle, “Look at how smug he is that you have his back.” Jason rolled his eyes, he did that here too. Sure he didn’t say anything about it but … it’s not like he still had a hit out on him anymore.

#batman #justice league #dc-verse theater #tim drake

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austronauts · 2 years

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I don't know if you do this kind of stuff, but I've been following (stalking a little, sorry) your blog for a bit now, and I was wondering what your favourite Geno moments are and if you are willing to share them?

If you're not comfortable with this, then you can ignore this.

omg i wOULD LOVE TO SHARE and first of all thank you for finding my stream-of-consciousness shitposts on this blog worthy of your time 😭😭😭

i do have so many favorite geno moments and, although i'm sure i'll forget a bunch of them because i haven't had my coffee yet, they are:

so. simply - geno was the first hockey player i ever EVER fell in love with. The way he skates with almost a languorous looming grace that belies his speed and strength? the way he's capable of seemingly appearing out of nowhere to effortlessly dance his way through a battalion of defenders to slot the puck in the back of the net? I don't know exactly what it was or how to put it in words. but the moment I saw a random pittsburgh penguins game on tv, i just felt this pang of something that made me want to learn everything about him.

his pierogi making session for local tv lmao. he's SO LANKY AND YOUNG AND SARCASTIC AND FUNNY AND FLIRTY HERE. the way he chops the cabbage takes me tf out

the local CAR COMMERCIAL the pittsburgh penguins filmed that is literally the most cringe thing i have EVER SEEN. max talbot's terrible facial hair? and the way geno doesn't say a single WORD - just looms with a terrifyingly awkward smile hanging off his mouth. it makes me cackle everytime. i ADORE HIM.

"Has big taste"

I don't have the exact photo rn - but the photo of him making out with a girl where he is fucking. wearing. a SIDNEY CROSBY T-SHIRT. you just can't make this shit up about them.

the time where they interviewed geno about being snapped by paparazzi making out with his then gf on the beach, and geno simply responded "yeah and i looked HOT. GOOD FOR THEM"

The Spittin Chiclets (cw: Barstool sports) interview with Sidney Crosby - sooo many funny stories about Geno are told here. The one about Geno not knowing the names of his teammates makes me laugh the hardest.

THE TIME EVGENI BOUGHT HUMAN-SIZE ALIEN V. PREDATOR FIGURINES AND PLACED THEM OUTSIDE TO FLANK BOTH sIDES OF THE ENTRANCE TO HIS HOME AND LEFT THEM FOR YEARS TO RUST . AND HOW HE NAMED THE BIGGER ONE OVI AND THE SMALLER ONE KUZNETSOV. also this entire video is SO CUTE

I adore the first minute of this video and have watched it so many times. PLEASE. the way he - almost affronted - exclaims "BECAUSE I NICE GUY. YOU SEE MY FACE? AND IM LOOKIN GOOD!"

oh god i just unlocked another early memory. this must have been the year where ovi and geno had beef? but in every pens v. caps game, ovi would check geno SO aggressively and i would get SO PROTECTIVE OVER my 6'3" hulking russian man lmao. i guess it's not a favorite moment per se but that entire season undoubtedly cemented my protective love for geno

the time geno wON THE HART TROPHY and dedicated it to sergei gonchar. you can see the emotions in gonch's eyes. and to see how fuckin NERVOUS geno is. i want to EAT him.

the time geno was preparing for his Dapper Dan trophy speech and he is SO. SO. NERVOUS. and then teh way he gets up there and just starts speaking in russian as a joke then giggles. GODDD he's so unbelievably precious. GOD. he even slides a few jokes (at talbot's expense, of course) into his speech

I genuinely love Geno's sense of humor and his sly deadpan sarcasm and love for fucking with his teammates lmao. The story about how his teammates used to invite Geno out to dinner when Geno was new to pittsburgh kills me? how Geno always responded "da" or "$" ...and didn't show up when he responded "da" and showed up when he responded "$"? THIS MAN!

Related to #13, the way bullying is Geno's love language fills my gremlin heart with delight. In all the videos with Sidney - the dynamics of their interactions are so consistent. Sidney - earnest appreciation. sincere supportive vibes. Geno - AHAHAaaHAA SIDNEY BOOOOOOOOOO sidNEY WHY YOU DO THAT AHAhahaHAHAAH I WIN SIDNEY YOU SUCK BOOOOOOOOO Sidney - [helpless giggling and honking laughs because sidney genuinely believes geno is the funniest person on this planet.

The time Geno thanked himself for the assist on the Penguins' instagram post congratulating sidney's 1000th career game

The time Sidney cried during the 1000th game tribute video and said "I'm going to cry" or something along those lines and Geno just simply said "Yeah me too." THEY. THEM.

Also - in spite of his deadpan sense of humor and love for irony and sarcasm and trolling - the way he has always. ALWAYS always aLWAYS always ALWAYS ALWAYS made it clear that he only ever wants to play with sidney, and that to him sidney is the best.

i KNOW im missing so much but these are the top geno moments that swim around in my brain 24/7 :-)

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phantasticworks · 2 years

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a delicate cycle

hi! i was supposed to post this months ago but completely forgot to finish it until last night (oops) but this fic was inspired by the what dan and phil text each other part 2 video (specifically the part where Dan doesn't know how to use a household appliance lol)

i hope you enjoy!

(more iydlmp coming soon btw)

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Summary: twelve years should be enough time to learn how to do laundry... right?

Warnings: swearing

2009

Dan is crying.

Again.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he’s probably got a hundred things he could be doing instead of crying, but there he is, sorting pants and a million fucking socks and sniffling like an idiot. “Fucking laundry,” he mumbles sourly. Laundry really shouldn’t be this hard, or this annoying. It certainly shouldn’t be enough to make him cry.

His phone beeps with what is probably either a message from his mum asking how his studies are going, or hopefully (and more likely) a message from his best friend/boyfriend.

It would be kind of perfect if it was Phil, because then he’d have a convenient excuse to not do his freaking laundry. Or maybe he could do what he did last time, pack everything up into a suitcase and show up at Phil’s front door like some sort of homeless person. Phil said he didn’t mind if Dan did his laundry there, and a visit to Phil’s does sound nice…

Unfortunately, Dan is too miserable to even care. He ignores his phone entirely, telling himself that he isn’t allowed to check it until he finishes sorting his clothes and taking them down to the shitty little university housing laundry room.

Luckily for him, this plan is shot entirely when his phone starts to ring. There’s only one person who actually calls him these days, and Dan can’t help the way he scrambles for the device like the eager beaver he is.

“Hi,” he greets, slightly out of breath from practically leaping over the mountain of clothes to grab his phone.

“Hi, Dan,” Phil replies, his voice warm. Dan has no idea how he always manages to make his name sound so beautiful, but he does.

“Hi,” Dan says again without thinking. He can’t help it, really. He’s in love with Phil, and he reckons that he’s a little stupid with it.

“Hi,” Phil giggles. “Have you been turned into a parrot since I saw you last?”

Dan makes a squawking noise just to hear Phil laugh again. “Danny wants a cracker,” he jokes.

Phil laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and Dan probably looks deranged with how wide his smile is. “Does Danny have something to do today?” Phil asks, sounding a little hesitant.

Dan sighs, his gaze falling to the pile of dirty clothes still strewn across his bed. “Well. To be honest, yeah. I’m meant to be doing laundry right now.”

“Yeah?” Phil asks. Dan doesn’t know why he sounds so excited.

“Yeah,” Dan replies miserably. “But I hate going to that laundry room, and I don’t know if I should wash my jeans separately and-“

“Come wash at my house,” Phil interrupts. The words are quick, like he’s desperate to get the invitation out there, and Dan tries not to think about why that might be.

“Phil, I don’t want to keep being an inconvenience to you, it’s not fair.”

“You’re never an inconvenience to me,” Phil says, sounding absolutely affronted. “Don’t ever say that, Dan.”

Dan huffs. “Well it’s not like you get anything out of me washing my laundry there.”

Phil makes some sort of offended squeaking noise, and if Dan wasn’t in argue mode, he’d probably laugh. “Uh, I get to see you?” Phil says, like it’s obvious. “That’s all I care about anyway. I just want to spend time with you.”

And that… that nearly makes Dan cry. At some point since he’d picked up the phone, the tears had stopped, but that sincerity, naked and honest, makes him want to weep all over again. “Really?” He sniffles.

“Yes,” Phil answers immediately. “I was actually calling to see if you wanted to come over, since it’s the weekend and all.”

Dan tries not to let that go to his head, but it does. He still can’t believe that Phil wants him, even with all the ways that Phil has showed him that he does.

He remembers the laundry thing again, and pouts. “I should probably do my laundry first. I don’t have any clean pants, like at all.”

“Just bring them with you,” Phil says patiently. “You can wash them while you’re here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like I’m just using you for laundry services,” Dan says, joking weakly.

Phil snorts a laugh at that, and Dan can’t help but think about how he got that little quirk from him. “I’m sure, Dan. Actually…” There’s some shuffling on that end of the call, and then Phil hums. “Yeah, I’ve got a couple things I need to wash as well, but not enough for a full load, so actually you’d be helping me out if you brought your things over to wash.”

There’s something about Phil’s voice that makes Dan think he might not be telling the whole truth, but he doesn’t call him out on it. Instead, he starts shuffling his clothes together so he can stuff them in a suitcase. “Okay, if you say so,” he says.

“So you’ll come over?” Phil asks, sounding excited.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in like half an hour.” Dan crouches beside his shitty little dorm bed, digging underneath to yank his suitcase out.

“Okay,” Phil replies. “Do you have money for a cab?”

“Er… I think so?” Dan says hesitantly. He’s honestly not sure.

“I’ll call you a cab and pay for it when you get here,” Phil says.

“You don’t have to do that,” Dan says. “You’re already letting me do laundry there. I’ll just take the bus.”

“I don’t want you taking the bus when you’re carrying a suitcase across town, Dan. It’s late, and there’s lots of weirdoes out there.” Phil’s voice sounds briefly far away, and then he’s back, so Dan assumes he’s set the phone down to do something. “Besides, I don’t mind. This is just good boyfriend stuff, you know.”

Dan blushes then, even all these months after they’d properly defined what was going on between them. “I don’t know, actually. You’re the first one I’ve ever had, silly.”

Phil laughs. “Then I get to show you how it’s done, alright?”

Dan grins. “Alright. I’m gonna finish packing up all my shit, and I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Okay. I’m going to call the cab company in just a sec and I’ll let you know when they’ll be there.”

“M’kay,” Dan says, tossing clothes into his suitcase with absolutely no finesse to it.

“Alright. See you soon. Love you,” Phil says.

They’ve only been saying that to each other for a couple months now, but it still makes Dan’s heart race like it’s the first time he’s ever heard it.

“I love you too,” he replies, smiling down at his suitcase. “See you in a bit.”

~~~

It’s close to an hour later when the cab pulls up outside Phil’s apartment building, and Dan is itching to get out and smother him in kisses. He knows that he won’t, not until they’re well behind closed doors, but “I love you” is a broken record in his mind, and Dan wants to show it.

Phil is waiting on the pavement like he said he would be, and he grins when the cab stops in front of him. The cabbie turns to Dan expectantly, but Phil steps forward and taps gently on the window, a few pound notes held in his hand. The driver rolls down his window immediately, completely ignoring Dan now that he’s figured out where the money is coming from.

Dan climbs out of the car, dragging his bulky suitcase out behind him while Phil exchanges pleasantries with the driver. It’s a short interaction, and Phil says a polite thank you and goodbye when he sees Dan waiting for him on the pavement.

“Hi,” he says with a grin, clearly mocking their earlier conversation.

Dan smiles. “Hi,” he parrots. He spares a glance at where the cab driver is pulling away from the curb, and seeing that they’re effectively alone, he steps closer, poking Phil’s hand with his pinky. “Can I have a kiss when we get inside?” He asks, almost shy.

Phil gives him a soft, sweet smile. “Of course you can,” he says. “Come on, I’ve ordered some pizza and I don’t want to have an awkward run-in with the pizza man out here.”

~~~

“You should probably separate those,” Phil says from somewhere behind Dan. He’s supposed to be cleaning up the pizza boxes while Dan situates his laundry, but of course he isn’t.

Dan huffs, continuing to shove his jeans in the washer with the rest of his clothes. “No, it’s fine, I wash them together all the time.”

“That’s probably why your pants always shrink right after you buy them,” Phil says, sounding somewhere between amused and exasperated.

Something about his tone, or maybe the words themselves, make Dan tense. He tosses a glare over his shoulder, and almost can’t maintain it with the way Phil is smiling at him. “Alright, Mum. I’m not a child, I can do my fucking laundry just fine.”

The smile slips from Phil’s face and Dan knows the bitterness in his tone didn’t quite go unnoticed like he’d thought. “Babe…” Phil says softly.

“Don’t,” Dan snaps. And like the child he is, Dan feels himself tearing up, his eyes hot and prickly for no reason.

Before Dan can hide his face in shame, Phil steps closer. Dan expects him to hold him in some way, so he’s surprised when instead, Phil grips his hip and gently guides him away from the washing machine.

“Let me help,” he says gently. He leans down and begins tugging everything out, and Dan just watches, using the freedom from his gaze to wipe under his eyes and get his face back under control.

“I’m sorry,” Dan mumbles into the awkward silence of the room.

Phil glances back at him with a smile. “Nothing to be sorry for.”

Dan fidgets with his hands for a minute, watching as Phil separates his laundry for him. “Can you…” Dan begins, before going quiet again.

“Can I what?” Phil asks, pausing his movements.

Dan huffs. “Can you show me how to do that? Or like, make me a chart of what goes in which wash?”

Phil smiles at him. “Of course. Do you want me to explain why I’m sorting it this way now?” It’s an oddly genuine and considerate question, and Dan finds himself a little in awe with how much he appreciates it.

“Yeah, please,” Dan says, lowering himself to sit in the kitchen floor, sitting criss-cross as he watches Phil work.

“So usually you want to separate your pants and socks from your jeans-“ he starts, shaking a pair of Dan’s boxer-briefs as he speaks.

Dan interrupts him almost immediately. “But it’s all black. Aren’t you supposed to separate them into lights and darks?”

Phil smiles, but shakes his head, ever so patient with him as always. “Not always. Since the material is different, it washes on different types of cycles. And if you wash and dry your pants with this stuff, they’ll shrink.”

Dan nods slowly. “That’s why you hang them up on that- what’s it called?”

“Mum calls it an airer but it’s just a drying rack,” Phil says. He gestures off to somewhere behind Dan, his hand a weird, limp thing as he does. “Mine’s in the closet, we’ll get it out in a bit. So for the pants we want to put them on a delicate wash cycle, but make sure you put it on warm, about 40 Celsius, to make sure it’s actually clean. Then-“

Dan groans. “Can I just wear your pants? This is a lot of work.”

Phil shakes his head, but is clearly hiding a smirk. “No. You need to know how to do these things, Daniel.”

“Do I really?” Dan whines, scooting over and resting his head against Phil’s shoulder. “Couldn’t I just… stay with you forever and let you take care of it instead?” He says sweetly.

Phil kisses his forehead gently. “You can definitely stay with me forever. But you’ve gotta learn how to do laundry if this is gonna work.”

Dan blinks at the casual way Phil agrees to a forever with him. Even if it’s a joke, it makes Dan’s head spin. Still, he wants to grumble some more about how much work laundry is, but he knows that Phil is right. “Fine,” he mumbles, resigned. “And for the jeans?”

~~~

2021

i can do basic pants and socks on ‘delicates’ cupboard dry right?

Dan chews his lip as he waits for a response, staring at the drying machine with a look of reproach. Stupid laundry day. Stupid pants. Phil sits around playing fortnight with all his bits out sometimes, Dan doesn’t understand why they can’t just make that a household rule.

His phone vibrates in his hand, and he’s quick to unlock it and read the response Phil has sent.

Umm I’d just do socks and towels

Pants shrink

Dan swears when he reads that. Stupid fucking laundry rules. Who makes this shit up?

fuck

where’s the bloody drying rack thing

Phil doesn’t answer immediately, so Dan sighs and begins digging the clothes back out of the dryer, separating the pants from the socks, towels, and the T-shirt that had somehow made its way into this load. He’s ranting in his head about how much he hates laundry when he hears footsteps behind him.

“I can do it myself,” he snarks without even turning to look at his boyfriend.

“I know,” Phil replies, and Dan hears the sound of the drying rack being unfolded and set next to the dryer. Dan is petulant still, ignoring Phil as he untangles a pair of Phil’s pants from a towel. He feels a presence close to his side, and then Phil is scooping up the pile of pants he’s got set aside already, going about hanging them up on the rack silently.

Something about the silence makes Dan’s skin itch suddenly. He’s not mad at Phil, but a niggling voice in the back of his mind suggests that maybe Phil is mad at him. After all, twelve years should be enough time for someone to learn how to do the fucking laundry.

“Are you angry with me?” Dan asks, just to fill the silence.

Phil is quiet for a moment, so Dan turns, watching him as he finishes hanging up the last two pairs of pants. As soon as he’s done, he turns and steps closer to Dan, wrapping his arm around Dan’s waist and leaning in to kiss his neck. “No, babe, I’m not angry with you. I told you I could do laundry today though, so why…” he pulls back to give Dan a look, quirking an eyebrow.

Dan squirms under his gaze. “I dunno. I just figured I’d do it, get it out of the way. You’re busy doing other stuff and I felt like I needed to be productive.”

Phil frowns. “You have been productive. You emailed people today and you wrote our grocery list.”

Dan scoffs. “Yeah, real stressful fuckin work there, writing a grocery list and sending another fucking email that won’t be answered.”

Phil’s quiet for a moment, reaching up and stroking Dan’s curls gently. “Baby,” he says softly. He kisses Dan’s cheek.

He doesn’t say anything else, and Dan- Dan can’t take it anymore. He slumps, all the fight draining out of him as he rests his head against Phil’s shoulder. “Sorry,” Dan whispers.

It’s quiet for a moment, Phil just holding him gently, rubbing his back and rocking him slowly. “You made me coffee and toast this morning.” He kisses Dan’s neck as he says it. “You made up the bed, even though after last night we should probably wash those sheets…” he muses, trailing off with another absent-minded kiss to Dan’s throat.

Dan snorts. “I’ll take them off the bed if you’ll sort them out in the washing machine?” He suggests softly, kissing Phil’s shoulder. The kisses Phil’s been littering his neck with are starting to put him in a mood, one that he can’t do anything about until the fucking laundry is sorted.

“Deal,” Phil laughs. There’s another pause, then he speaks again. “You called the doctor back for me,” Phil says quietly. “Because you knew I didn’t think I could handle it today.”

Dan shrugs at that. “You’re my favorite person. And if those fucking doctors don’t figure out what’s making my favorite noggin all wonky, I’ll-“

Phil silences him with a firm kiss on the mouth. “You’ve been productive today,” he says simply, ignoring Dan entirely. He kisses him again.

“Okay,” Dan says. He doesn’t really agree with Phil, but productive doesn’t mean the same thing anymore, since the world is basically on fire, along with all his projects. Maybe he should have kept his old branding after all. He kisses Phil’s jaw, littering the two-day old stubble with kisses and soft kitten licks as he goes, trying to get Phil as worked up as he is.

If his labored breathing is any indication, Dan is successful.

“Let me finish the laundry, baby, and then I need to finish some work.”

Dan whines like a wounded animal, and watches the way it affects Phil, his eyes dilating. “And then?” Dan prompts.

Phil kisses him again, this time wetter and longer than the last. “And then we can ruin those sheets some more.”

Dan grins into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s shoulders tightly. “Okay, but you’re washing them.”

#phan #phanfiction #laundry fic #inspired by what do dan and phil text each other 2 #texts #2009 x 2021

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harleyyjackson · 1 year

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The Winter Wraith: Chapter 31

Summary: the Avengers are tasked with eliminating a certain threat

Word count: < 2.5k

Warnings: n/a

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There seemed to be a collective pause as the fact sank in. Clint, who had looked half asleep, seemed to snap awake. "One person killed all those people?"

Fury rolled his eye. "Of course, she would have worked with teams for some of them." They were used to hunting down murderers, liars, and manipulators, but normally they focused on taking down an entire Hydra base, not one person. Bucky, he guessed, had been an exception to the rule, but at least he had had Steve who knew who he really was. He felt like he should be doing the same thing for this girl, making sure the sole focus of the team was helping her rather than defeating her. He couldn't work out why he was so sure she wasn't on Hydra's side, but he couldn't ignore the gut feeling. He had told himself before and he would tell himself again: you shouldn't pity a monster, yet he found himself wondering if he could ask Wanda to help him remember her. He didn't know if she would be able to, but if there was even a possibility his memories could save the girl, it was worth it.

Completely oblivious to Bucky's inner turmoil, Sam asked, "If she was at all these other events, can we get a better picture of her?"

"No."

"But... why?" Sam's awkwardness, and Fury's answering glare, was enough that Bucky had to stop himself from smiling.

"Because we don't have one. In fact, the only reason we know she was at the events is that she's never on camera."

Stark sat forward in his chair. "I'm a literal genius, so there's no way I'm the only one who's confused." Bruce looked inclined to agree. "Are you saying the only way we know she was at these events, is because we can't prove it?"

"Yes." Fury showed no hint of amusement.

"Right." Stark nodded. Then, "I need more coffee."

"We looked up the guest lists for each of these events, or the people recorded to be present. At every event, each person listed can be accounted for."

Sam, still recovering from his earlier embarrassment, cleared his throat. "Then what's the problem?"

"Someone else is there as well, someone who is careful enough to avoid all cameras as they find and eliminate their target. We don't have a single shot of her face on any occasion because she either manages to remain off-camera or the electricity seems to drop out when she passes. No normal person would choose to – let alone be able to – avoid all these cameras. And the fact that this unaccounted for, unseen person has appeared at every event where someone has been killed, indicates Hydra is more active than they've been leading us to believe."

At first glance, it would've been nothing, some civilian passing around the edge of a camera. In this case, a flash of an emerald green dress, or maybe a suit. But if you were to follow that flash to where it should appear on the next camera, you would see the wearer of the outfit perfectly obscured by a random guest. Continue the progress, and the flash would drift away to walk behind a feature piece or duck their head to fix their clothes just as the camera should glimpse their face. Right until the flash of green was standing next to Melniv, their back to the camera. It was too smooth, too natural, for it to be real.

Looking at the various other clips playing on the screen, the only indication it was the same person was the fact that they were never seen on camera, just flittering around the edges. It wasn't a very convincing case file, but there was no way it was a coincidence. The hair and clothes were different every time, meaning even though they had a target, they had no idea what she looked like. So why did Bucky feel like he did?

Placing her empty coffee cup on the table, Nat asked, "That's not the only thing the video proves, is it?"

"No. Glad to see someone's paying attention." Steve looked personally affronted at Fury's comment. "Not unlike what we'd heard about the Winter Soldiers, she interacts with people." He paused, allowing the information to sink in. Someone as dangerous as the Winter Soldiers, able to flawlessly blend in with crowds, was not an easy target.

"How do we know she's doing this voluntarily, and wasn't kidnapped or being forced to cooperate?" Wanda looked about as comfortable as Bucky felt with the idea of potentially harming an innocent person.

"Intelligence suggests it's more likely she's a volunteer. It would take years to manipulate someone to act like that, and the Winter Soldiers were a relatively new experiment. Not to mention, someone being forced to help an evil organisation likely wouldn't act so..." Fury paused, searching for the right word.

"Willing?" Hill suggested, glancing up from the laptop.

"Like they were enjoying themselves." Fury finished. It was true, the girl glimpsed in videos was always seen laughing and chatting. Considering the four or so ex-spies and military personnel in the room couldn't pick up on anything unnatural about the girl's behaviour, it was highly unlikely she was some unwilling Hydra hostage. But something just didn't sit right with Bucky. People didn't join Hydra without a good reason – Wanda was proof of that – so why would this girl throw her life away to become a murderer? There was something else bothering him too. He felt like he knew this girl, he felt something he couldn't explain, something he couldn't face. It was a feeling without any memory, floating through the broken abyss of his mind. He had barely glimpsed this enigma and yet a saccharine voice, tinged with honey and dripping poison, was whispering to him that for her, he would burn a thousand times over. But was it a heavenly blaze or the pits of hell he knew he would so willingly succumb to?

Steve drummed his fingers on the table, eyes narrowing as he ran the mission through his head. "We still can't be sure everything is as it seems."

Wanda nodded her agreement, and Clint looked like he was about to add his thoughts when Fury snapped, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise this was a moral debate and not a mission briefing. Regardless of her reasons, she's a dangerous weapon in the hands of our enemy. So, I'll keep it simple: stop her."

Tony rolled his eyes, but his bored demeanour was punctuated with the tension accompanying their task. "How, exactly, do we plan on catching a criminal we can't identify?"

Fury gestured to the screen, which was now flicking through pictures of a neoclassical looking government building. "Our intelligence believes she will target the upcoming 12th triennial Global Peace Conference. Lucky for us, America was the agreed host for this year. We have the guest lists scanned and managed to attain access to their security cameras and guard rotations. If she tries to enter as staff or a visiting official, we will know. We have one chance to pull this off before Hydra knows we're on to them, so do not mess this up."

"How do we know she won't strike before then?" Bucky thought the answer was obvious, but that wasn't a surprise seeing as the question came from Sam.

"Hydra will use her sparingly. The only times we've ever caught her on camera was when she was forced to mingle with other people as part of a cover. There are no traces of her other killings except for purposeful ones, messages from Hydra. We believe we can afford to wait for the Peace Conference." Fury sounded confident, but Bucky noted the way Hill's mouth pressed into a thin line and he wondered how much of the mission was actually guesswork.

Steve raised his hand slightly before stopping himself, and Bucky fought to withhold the smile curling the corners of his mouth; Steve had always been such a teacher's pet. "When you say stop her, are we considering recruiting her?"

Fury raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me for permission?" He gave a pointed look towards Clint, then to Wanda. Bucky had heard of Clint's impromptu battlefield initiation.

"Uh, no. Yes. Maybe. I don't know what the right answer is."

"The answer, Miss America, is that she evidently has advanced fighting skills and would be a useful addition to the team but is also a murderer and a threat to everything S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for. If it comes down to it, don't let her get away."

A collective stillness overcame the group; even Tony stopped fidgeting with whatever invention he had pulled out of his pocket. Something akin to panic flared in Bucky's chest, and he grit his teeth against the foreign emotion. It was like his subconscious was trying to warn him, but he didn't know why. He told himself to chalk it up to the fact that his sleep schedule was almost as messed up as he was, the combination of nightmares and memories doing nothing to help his body or mind react rationally to the mission. He looked to the rest of the team, already knowing the reactions he'd see taking place. None of them were particularly comfortable with the idea of killing someone who might not be evil. But their job was to protect the world, and so there was a grim acceptance around the room. It wasn't like she would be the first person any of them had killed. Nat pulled her eyes away from the screen, though Bucky wouldn't be surprised if she had the videos and everything they revealed about the girl memorised. "Do we know anything else about her? Age, name, history?"

Hill pressed a button on the keyboard, flicking the screen back to the original blurry picture. "Age, no. The only name we've come across is whisperings of the codename Winter Wraith, which indicates she likely is related to the Winter Soldier program. As far as her history is concerned, she's supposedly been encountered by S.H.I.E.L.D only once before in 1988."

"What happened?" Clint prompted.

Hill shrugged. "S.H.I.E.L.D tried to get in contact with her. Apparently, they had been tipped off she was an unwilling recruit, though it was probably a trick because the contact, a man named-"

"Lorenzo Ricci." The words were out before he knew he had thought them.

Hill's eyes flicked down to her screen. "Lorenzo Ricci," she confirmed.

All eyes were on him now, Fury with an eyebrow raised expectantly. The memory was all jumbled in his head, but he stammered to explain, "I remember the mission, I think. We were in a hotel-

"Did you check in, or just arrive for the event?" Fury interrupted.

"Uh, we checked in."

"What was the name of the hotel?" He wondered if anyone had ever told Fury he'd make a great interrogator. Bucky would know.

"Ah, a flower, of some kind. Maybe a rose? No. Uh-"

"Anytime, soldier."

Discordant flashes of sounds and images scrabbled for purchase in his mind, punctuated by a monolithic building and navy uniforms. What was the logo he had noted, the silver embroidery prominent against the fabric? He remembered long sweeping lines, delicate curling forms, and finally, the image of the flower formed in his mind. "Calla Lilly Hotel."

"We'll get in contact with the hotel, see if they have any footage or pieces of ID. Even they're fake and outdated, we might be able to gain something."

"Do you remember what happened, anything about her?" Steve's voice was steady. Too steady. It was obvious he was trying to mask the concern Bucky could hear mingling with his words. Bucky should acknowledge Steve, let him know he was absolutely fine, this was just another mission. Only, he was afraid his traitorous thoughts would come spilling out instead.

He could remember the taste of her skin on his lips, the feel of her body pressed against his. Visions of (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, dancing on the brink of his sanity, taunting him with the secrets they refused to spill. The memories weren't memories, they must have been warped and wrong, remembered incorrectly. It must have been a cover. A deep cover. But he almost never did covers, just killing. Hands were reaching for his chest, but the gentle lover's caress dug talons into his skin, clawing into the cavern where his heart beat an unsteady rhythm.

"Buck, are you okay?" Steve, shattering the images – the warnings – flashing through Bucky's head.

The concern in Steve's eyes made Bucky want to cringe, in shame or annoyance he didn't know. "Yeah, um, I think she's enhanced, I just don't remember how exactly." Who was this stranger he felt like he knew?

Fury doesn't bat an eye at the new information; he had probably already suspected as much. "It's nothing we haven't dealt with before."

Bucky wasn't listening anymore. He was trying to untangle the web in his head. Is she like me? Or is she like them – the other Winter Soldiers? I know her, or at least, I knew her. But who is she? As if sensing his silent question, Fury's severe gaze found his. "She's a ghost. A wraith. Your mission is to take her down."

Take her down. The words were alarm bells in his head, yet he could not decipher the feelings flooding his thoughts.

A stifled sought of gasp, muffled by her hand flying to her mouth, emanated from Wanda. She was staring at Bucky, eyes wide, but when everyone turned their questioning gazes to her, she just shook her head, averting her eyes to the table. When she glanced at Bucky a few moments later, the contemplative look she gave him was full of questions he didn't know the answer to. With no further explanation, she looked up at Fury. "When do we leave?". The young Sovokian's voice was softer than usual, and the blatant subject change didn't go unnoticed. Though, to her credit, she didn't shrink under Nat's assessing stare.

"You'll depart in 5 days. As far as we know, Thor won't be joining us, and War Machine is currently overseas, so don't rely on backup." No further explanation was needed. Thor had been visiting Asgard for the past few weeks, and Rhodey often had his own missions with the military.

With nothing more to say, Fury dismissed them to prepare for the mission. Bucky was the first out the door, his thoughts raw kindle doused in oil, a bonfire waiting to be lit so it could burn down his reality to build a new one from the ashes, and that woman stood at the centre of it all, match in hand and a smile on her lips.

#buckyxreader #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #wintersoldierxreader #winter soldier

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(that way by tate mcrae the queen 🙏)

so its a bit weird because hes still got a bit of that staring thing going on? not like before, but i can feel it. the rush of oxytocin i get when i know i wont look back is just 👌👌👌

and im friends with some of his friends and i talk with them... although he dodges conversation with me, hes always there and involved when im around, like, hes watching when im talking/arguing/bantering with his friends and his head turns to me when im answering questions or when someone says my name? like bruh MAKE UP YOUR MIND

and stay fucking loyal to your gf :/

would you believe it if i told you that he told his GIRLFRIEND that i told him i didnt like him?! and his gf is BEST friends with the bitchy friend of mine who told him i liked him last year, and i told him: "those rumours arent true, its because of bad blood with a friend" and he misinterpreted that to be: "bad blood in the (my) friendship group" and my friends got affronted because obviously that looks bad, right?

WTF i was so fkn annoyed at him; you know i dont like you, drop it. dont take it back to your gf, and dont read too much in between the lines.

why do you think he would do that?

and even before that i saw a friend (not v close at all, just like an acquaintance) walk up to him - "hey complicated sad machete boi, guess what? sythe-" i was in a rush so i didnt eavesdrop, but i HEARD her say my name! im sure. and the next day she comes up to me and asks: "so, do you like anyone? really? you dont? because i heard you liked complicated sad machete boi..." BRUH!

and she said HE told her? now, i dont entirely believe that, it could be true, especially if she brought up the convo (i think he told a few of his friends, but not in a dick-y a way, more like "dude, what do you think of this? do you think she likes me?" and they deffo asked who it was. because, well. and also im not exactly the person youd automatically assume would like someone, especially him, so yeah.) i get how it looked, but i hope he realizes it looked the exact same way to me as well 👍

im curious, because i have a very unique name, and its not easily misheard - was she going to tell him she heard i liked him (this is entirely possible, i was not as careful as i should have been, but the three of us are only in one class together; shes not in the other classes i have with him so theres no way she picked up on it by herself. also because in that class i dont look at him, like, ever. its the way that class is.) or ask him if he liked me???

there's so much going on here, i wish i was telepathic and could read minds so i coud just find the truth - i wouldnt care if i replused him, atleast i know THAT for sure, am i right?

but its annoying that hes so indecided. like, its okay if you dont want me or anything, people dont always like each other back. its the way the world works. but dont try to have it both ways; youre trying to date your gf and keep whatever fucking tension is going on between us at the same time! (ngl it put the song "break up with your girlfriend, im bored" make a lot of sense 😂 melanie martinez vibes 👍)

a friend said "maybe he just likes you but doesnt want to admit it" which actually makes a lot of sense, especially seeing as that he has a GIRLFRIEND? bruh.

i tried to soften the blow for him because i posted a story on my snapstory telling a fictional friend i didnt like anyone at all, and he saw that, so he could tell it was coming - im not at fault here!

there was actually a fight going on yesterday (b/w two random girls from our school) and everyone posted those videos (of the fight) to their stories as well - im certain atleast one of his friends had it on, (although we have quite few commons and none of them did, so maybe they didnt) (but he has a different set of friends and hes deffo on someone's priv story where they may have posted it, im the new girl and hes not) but he asked ME?

that felt great 💅 but not because of him 🤣 it was just funny to be the one holding the cards for once!

two friends told me to drop him because he got a buzz cut 😭😂 but it isnt a full on buzz cut but like one those buzz cuts with the sides shaved and the top... grown...? like, you dont shave the top RIP 💀

i have no idea where this is going, but we're definitely going to be still seeing him :/ not in my love life, probably, but in my drama life 🤣

FUCK- ive ranted quite a lot, sos about that 😭

pls dont block me oli 🥺

lol rant away Sythe

i don’t know i don’t think it’s that weird for him to tell his girlfriend about your convo with him…like in most relationships it might be weirder for him not to tell her? bc in the better/healthier relationships you tell your partner most things

it’s possible that maybe he just thinks you’re attractive? maybe he’s looking at you bc he thinks you’re pretty. teenage boy brains make no sense to me and never will, but you gotta remember that if he wanted to date you, he would probably do something to make it happen. but rn it sounds like, even if he does like looking at you, he still wants to be with his gf….so again. idk like tension/feelies with someone can be FUN but also, maybe find a new crush who is single lol (easier said than done)

#answered asks

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The Disconnect of Art

It takes a particular type of person to understand a piece of art-- a conscious kind. I can explain.

Now, I wouldn’t consider myself someone who has always understood art, especially not on the artist’s level. But I will say that I have always felt the urge to. However, just like many things, we don’t suddenly wake up knowing how to do it-- no matter how much some people try to fool themselves into believing they have.

Art is a form of media, and just like media, whether social or mental, it has to have a purpose. But even if something has a purpose, it doesn’t mean that we instantly see it-- and in that lies our disconnect.

I know that when I was younger, I would have considered art connoisseurs to be pretentious douches (sometimes I still do), but as I’ve grown and learned the trade secrets of appreciating art, I’d like to think some nerdy tiny human thinks the same of the current me.

But what is this secret, you may ask? It’s simple. We must treat art less like we treat media and instead treat it as knowledge. The type of knowledge you would learn in school, the one that you would find diving deep on the internet and ending up somewhere you never expected to be. In saying this, I would say something that might peeve some people off. To understand art, we don’t have to be into it.

This might seem obvious; no one has ever liked every art piece or style before-- we’re creatures with preferences. But I don’t think I mean it like you think I do. I mean this as; we don’t have to invest ourselves in creativity. We don’t have to try to be something that we’re not. It’s free knowledge scattered around, not some craft or trade that you have to put energy towards-- we could be using that energy to benefit ourselves. While I believe understanding art benefits me, I realize that it might not do the same to you-- I don’t live in a bubble, darling; I’m not entirely ignorant.

You might want me to get on with it if you’ve made it this far in this post, huh? I’ll save the rambling for other posts then. Okay ready? Here we go.

HOW TO UNDERSTAND ART. (yes, the formatting was necessary.)

Understand how art is made.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!! You said I don’t have to invest myself in creativity?! What is this mumbo jumbo? (this is what I picture you saying right now).

And you’d be right! I did say that but understanding how something is made and learning how to are two completely different things. It’s like watching someone make an airplane doesn’t automatically make you qualified to make one, you know? This is that.

We’re treating art like knowledge, not media, remember?

And to understand art, we have to at least have some experience finding out how it’s made-- the thoughts going through someone’s head that make it what it is. We’re so lost in this complex world that when we’re affronted by something, if we don’t know why someone created it, then it seems pointless. This is how people who don’t understand art usually see it. (I don’t know, maybe you’re an exception? If not, then you’ll learn.) Things have a purpose, even paint on a canvas. We just have to be conscious enough to make an effort to know more.

If you want an example, I’ll give you something that made me understand it. (The video that led me to create this post, actually.)

“How to paint like Pablo Picasso (Cubism) -- with Corey D’Augustine | IN THE STUDIO” by The Museum of Modern Art. I have a penchant for watching art videos, but that’s not the point of this post.

This video gave me insight into how to understand art (obviously). This isn’t because before this video, I didn’t know how-to, but rather because I didn’t know how to appreciate, specifically, Cubism properly. I enjoy Picasso and other cubist artists’ works, but I never really understood why they looked the way they did.

In this video, though, D’Augustine creates his own piece of cubist artwork. Through doing that, he shows the process; he generates the under-drawing, the thing that really lays out the piece’s design. But the words that really made it click were, “I’m going to move.”

This quote doesn’t seem like much unless you have ever drawn from real life before. But essentially, as soon as you move even an inch over to one side, up or down-- the entire perspective changes. And while this is quite obvious, only until you need to analyze something do you really understand why this is such a big deal. But that’s something I’ll let you discover for yourself (I can’t give you all the answers).

Now! How does this apply to understanding art Lunar? It applies because all types of art are different!

We’re given thousands of options for references in this modern-day world, and it skews how people see art. We’re seeing hundreds of new art pieces that conform to the statutes of realism, and because of that, we’re slowly attributing good art to mean realistic art. This is toxic, and I could go on rants about this, but I’ll spare you. With this poisonous mindset, we’re slowly seeing more people condemn other art styles because they don’t understand why people consider them good art. I’ll admit that I don’t really understand some art forms, but I think after I finish sharing my knowledge with you, I might give it another shot.

Some things don’t make sense at first glance, whether it be a weird perspective or a lack of knowledge. Learning how to appreciate art is all about learning how the artist chose to go about it. With cubism, abstraction, and all other types of funky art, we have to understand that they didn’t go into it wanting to make something real-- they wanted to go into it wanting to create art that appeals to something. Whether that something is good or bad, who knows?

So we have to dive into that mindset! Take the time to look up a video or read an ART-icle about why these art styles came to be! What fueled them! Why we decided to take different perspectives! The world is big, and our brains are tiny! But all in all, we can still take in at least a little more knowledge, huh?? (I’m getting a little too excited, but art IS exciting, right???)

Where am I going with this? I don’t really know anymore; I think I got too excited, but here’s an explanation. How to enjoy cubism, if you will.

Cubism got a little tired of standing still. So, the objects move, the perspectives change, and just like in many other creative fields, we have to learn to build on our current progress, even if it feels a bit wrong. It’ll be a beautiful something that shows our experiences, and I think that’s a meaning we can attribute to all things in life. So, who cares if it doesn’t look like a cup? Who cares if it doesn’t look like a plant and some wine? Because it is! Things are a little weird; things move around. Cubism is like documentation of an object’s placement rather than its shape-- isn’t that also something beautiful to understand? Art is art, and that’s pretty cool.

#art #picasso #cubism #abstract #abstraction #understanding #educated #knowledge #realism #purpose #creation #ramblings #rambles

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