Vaggie: “Babe, you have an amazing brain, love everything going on in there-”
Charlie: “Thank you!”
Vaggie: “-but we need a LITTLE bit of organization or we’re NEVER gonna remember what great ideas you had five minutes ago.”
Charlie: “Wait, what great idea did I have five minutes ago???”
Vaggie: “I don’t know. You scribbled it on a napkin and there’s like, five hundred of those scattered around our room.”
Charlie: “Aw shoot.”
Vaggie: “Some of them are folded in the shape of swans?"
Charlie: "Nnnoooo I've been trying so hard not to DO that so much!!!"
Vaggie: "It’s, pretty impressive honestly.”
Charlie: (huffs) “Okay. Fine. Maaaybe you’re right. Maybe I might have a slight, uh, organizing thoughts problem.”
Vaggie: “No worries sweetie, I have a solution.”
Vaggie: (dramatically steps aside) “BAM!”
Charlie: “OH OH VAGGIE! YOU GOT ME METAL BOXES~!”
Vaggie: “They’re filing cabinets.”
Charlie: “OHHHHH!!!”
Charlie: “…..”
Charlie: “How… how do we activate the filing cabinets?”
Vaggie: “You put your ideas in folders, label the tabs on the folders, put them in a drawer, and label each drawer. Then when you’re looking for something you just open the drawer and-”
Charlie: “Bam?”
Vaggie: “Bam. There it is. The brilliant ideas of Charlie Morningstar.”
Charlie: “As organized by Vaggie, her amazing wonderful super smart and beautiful girlfriend!!!!!”
Vaggie: (chuckling) “I don’t think looking good has anything to do with organizing…”
Charlie: “Hmm, you still are though, miss good looking. Annnnnd it DOES have a lot to do with what I’m thinking about right now.”
Vaggie: “What’re you thinking, Charlie?”
Charlie: (grins)
Vaggie: “…really? Right here, in front of our new cabinets?”
Charlie: “Heheh. I like it when stuff is ‘ours’~”
Vaggie: “Why do I get the feeling the first recorded thoughts of Charlie Morningstar are gonna have to be filed under ‘for our eyes only’.”
Charlie: “Your smirk would have to go there too then. But does this mean it’s a good idea!?”
Vaggie: “Definitely.”
Charlie: “WOO! Kisses kisses kisses-”
Vaggie: “AFTER we’ve cleaned up all these napkins. AND have neatly folded the ones that aren’t already swans.”
Charlie: “Wh- but- but there’s almost five hundred of them!! The kisses-?”
Vaggie: “One kiss per every fifty napkins, how’s that sound?
Charlie: (pouting) “Insufficient kiss ratio.”
Vaggie: “Sorry, but as much as organizing your brain turns me on, the storm of paper in here is kinda a total mood killer. No way I can focus on anything with this mess everywhere. So. Start cleaning.”
Charlie: “I’m starting to think writing on napkins was my worst idea yet…”
Vaggie: “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been paper airplanes again.”
Charlie: “THEN I could’ve just thrown them all out the window! Be free! Fly!!! Shoo! Let me make out with my girlfriend in peace!”
Vaggie: “Ha!”
Charlie: “…. Vaggie. What if we-”
Vaggie: “Charlie no.”
Charlie: “Oh come on! Swans can fly!”
Vaggie: “Not when they’re fancy origami ones that we’ll just have to clean up later anyway.”
Charlie: “Feh. Stupid ideas on stupid napkins.”
Vaggie: “Would one kiss per every two dozen napkins make you feel better?’
Charlie: “Yes.” (deep sigh) “But I’ve only folded ten.”
Vaggie: “Perfect, I’ve done fourteen, so that makes two dozen.”
Charlie: “Wh-”
Vaggie: “Kiss ratio completed.”
Charlie: “It’s based on our combined number???”
Vaggie: “Why not. You like it when stuff is ‘ours’, don’t you.”
Charlie: “….yesthankyouiloveyouonekissplease.”
- a few several many moments later –
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “I’m suddenly getting the idea that… those were way more than one kiss.”
Vaggie: “I don’t care and wasn’t keeping count. File it under ‘Vaggie can’t multitask for shit’.”
Charlie: “Mmm, ehhh. I think we just need a ‘Vaggie has AMAZING focus while kissing, but specifically only on the actual kissing’ folder instead.”
Vaggie: “Are you trying to get me to kiss you again.”
Charlie: “Is it working?”
Vaggie: (shoving napkins in her hands) “Here. Fold.”
Charlie: “I’m filing that under a yes~”
Vaggie: “Charlie. Fold. NOW.”
Charlie: “Hm-hmm-hm-hmmm~” (folding at lightspeed) “My newest great idea is that we should get even MORE filing cabinets.”
Vaggie: “Oh for-”(throws aside napkins) “-fuck’s sake-” (gives up and kisses her again)
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A Thought:
As Emrys, Merlin is a very powerful sorcerer.
However, his utter lack of any formal training means Merlin is not a very good sorcerer.
The magic he does should be theoretically impossible, but he's got enough raw fucking power to just make it work. Infant demigod smashing blocks together and creating a Lego Death Star.
Merlin: *does magic that Should Not Work*
Other sorcerers:
AND THEY ARE RIGHT TO FEEL UPSET
IMAGINE YOU'RE A SORCERER. YOU'VE BEEN PRACTICING YOUR CRAFT, SHOOTING THE SHIT, LAYING LOW, PLOTTING PLANNING.....THEN THIS FARMY BOY TWINK SHOWS UP AND NUKES THE FUCKING PRIESTESS OF THE LAKE OF AVALON
I'D FEEL PISSED TOO
like, bro, you meet him, you're apprehensive of him bc 'shit that's emrys'. the emrys. the dude that's said to be the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth. you meet him. you can feel his magic and like holy shit, what the fuck was that??? you ask him how the fuck he gained so much power by the age of 21????
merlin: you mean....y'all don't also just have magic doing shit when you're a toddler
you, the sorcerer who has had to spend years getting control to fucking heat up a teapot: .........no.......no our magic doesn't do that
goddamn do you wanna just chuck this adult child into the lake and be done with it. better yet, you wish for the sprites to just pick you up and use your body as a sacrifice for entrance into Avalon.
and then, and then
you see how this motherfucker fights against bandits and "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU JUST PUSHING THEM AWAY??? WHERE'S THE SHOWMANSHIP??? THE PIZZAZZ??? HOW MANY SPELLS DO YOU KNOW???"
merlin, who forgot he can freeze time and space and can launch lightning bolts at people: uh....3???
it takes the triple goddess to restrain you from murking the prophesized warlock right then and there.
"NO, NO, FUCK THAT, FUCK THIS, FUCK ALL O' Y'ALL!" you scream as you jump on a ship and move to a place that doesn't have op young adult children who didn't study shit and yet still get an A+
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this is gonna sound ridiculous but I made a romantic orientation because I could not find one that fit my headcanon for Sonic. like. I looked through so many aromantic orientations and could not find one that was close enough so. here we are.
💕 Rivalisromantic 💕
definition that fits my headcanon and the Sonic universe:
an arospec identity in which one only develops romantic attraction after knowing that person can hold their own in a fight. i.e only forming romantic attraction if they can take comfort in that someone’s safety and/or seeing that someone as an equal in said aspect.
more general definition that better fits our world if anyone wants that:
an arospec identity in which one only develops romantic attraction after knowing that person is an equal to them in some competitive aspect. for example: chess, boxing, games, etc.
and the flag that might be similar to an existing one because to be honest I didn’t check:
do whatever you want with this, I really do not care. tweak it as much as you want if you so desire.
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