#i got some Real beauts here :')

[forever-rogue]

Hi! Could we get a Eddie fic where it’s like a timeline throughout their relationship? How they first met, first date, engagement etc? Maybe even the first fight for some angst 👀😂

AN | Please! This idea is so sweet, but also I couldn’t help myself so this is singledad!eddie as well 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 5.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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The first time Eddie Munson met you…he didn't exactly like you. You just weren't his type in any sense of the word - not his type of friend, his type of girl, or his type of associate. He never would have thought that the two of you would have any sort of relationship. It would actually have been laughable to him, if someone had told him you’d be anything more than a bi-yearly presence in his life. 

But here you were, the sweet, kind dental assistant that greeted him and his son as they walked into the new dental practice. As soon as Eddie had completed the new patient paperwork and was checked in, you walked up front and called out his son’s name. 

The first thing Eddie had noticed was how pretty you were - he could own up to that but the second thing he noticed was how kind and gentle you were with his little boy. Jamie Munson was a small, shy little boy who had been terrified at the idea of going to the dentist. But you had some sort of magical power because the boy relaxed and came willingly with you, Eddie in tow. He had to hand it to you; you had a way with Jamie…and with him. 

When it turned out that Jamie was having a bit of an issue with some of his permanent teeth that were coming in, he quickly realized that he was going to be seeing more of you. For some odd, unexplainable reason, thrilled and terrified him. There was something so magnetic about you that it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. It didn’t help that Jamie had practically fallen in love with you and thoroughly enjoyed telling anyone and everyone about the nice lady at the dentist.

To top it all off, Eddie found himself drawn to you as well, finding any and every excuse to talk to you whenever he was in the office. And to his surprise - and yours - he asked you out. It was fumbled and awkward and sweet, all Eddie and priceless. When you’d said yes without hesitation, Eddie had been shocked. When you told him that you had thought about asking him out as well, he was sure he was dreaming.

When you showed up to what turned out to be the first date of many, he was convinced he was living in a sweet, lavender haze.

But it was real, and you were real, and before either of you knew it - it had all become a vivid, beautiful reality. 

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Your stomach was in knots as you waited for Eddie to pick you up for your date. Your first date. You never would have thought the metalhead would have one, felt the same as you did and two, actually ask you out. You were almost polar opposites, but you’d developed your attraction to him rather quickly. So quickly that it was almost scary. When he’d shyly asked you out, fumbling over his words and stammering nervously, as he got ready to leave with Jamie, you’d said yes almost instantly. 

And…now you were anxiously waiting for him. You looked yourself over in the full length mirror, wondering if you were dressed too formally and or too casually. Your dress was light and pretty, perfect for the summer and you slipped on your shoes before you could talk yourself into changing. Before you could worry too much you heard a loud knock at the door. 

“Ugh,” you groaned at your reflection before deciding you looked fine enough and quickly padding to the door. You threw it open without even making sure that it really was Eddie and found yourself breathless as you looked up at him. There was a big, nervous smile on his face and a pretty bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, “Eddie.”

“That’s me,” he chuckled nervously as you slowly stopped yourself from freaking out, “these are for you, sweetheart.”

“They’re beautiful,” you gently took them and clutched them to your chest, “thank you so much.”

“O-of course,” he followed you inside as you walked to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. He looked around, trying to get a feel for you who were outside of the scrubs and office, “you look really pretty.”

“Thank you,” your cheeks - your entire face - warmed up under his attention and concentrated your efforts on arranging your flowers, “you clean up nicely yourself, handsome.”

“Figured I had to try if I wanted to stand a chance of looking remotely like I should be taking you out,” you snorted in amusement at his silly antics. There was something about that was relaxing and made you feel like you’d already known him for so long. This was definitely something you could get used to, “but I’m glad I hit the mark.”

“More than,” you promised sweetly, “flowers and handsome? It’s coming up cherries already. Where are we headed tonight?”

“That’s a surprise!” he grinned eagerly, “if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s perfect, Eddie. Really,” your reassurance made him already feel like he had an actual chance with you, “let’s go!”

Eddie had been debating on what to do for your first date since he'd asked last week. He wasn't sure what angle he should take - fancy and formal or casual and fun - eventually he settled on just being himself. Being the fun, dorky Eddie that he was. Which turned out to be the best thing possible.

"No way!" Your eyes lit up when he pulled up to the arcade, and you saw all that it had to offer. He'd been watching your face the entire time, trying to gauge your reaction. He hoped you didn't think it was too much of a single dad move, like it was the only thing he could think of, "I am totally kicking your ass at mini-golf!"

That brought a smile to his face, "you wish, princess. I happen to be a mini-golfing pro - I can beat a five-year-old and I'll beat you too!"

"You're so on," you almost jumped out of the car, motioning for him to hurry up, "and you're going down at air hockey too!"

"You're just a dork too," he reached for your hand without having to think about it, worrying for a moment that he was being too bold, but realized when you laced your fingers with his, "I was thinking after this we could go to that new diner for dinner. I-if that sounds okay, of course."

"It's perfect," you couldn't stop yourself from kissing his cheek excitedly, "I couldn't think of anything better!"

And Eddie was positive he fell in love with you then and there.

When he dropped you off later that night, he could barely manage to keep it together. He hadn’t planned on kissing you, not because he didn’t want to because he really did, but because he had been so nervous. He didn’t want to fuck anything up; but then you went and kissed him of your own initiative and he almost melted into a puddle on your doorstep. 

“I had a good time tonight,” you touched his cheek before kissing him one last time, “I…I’d love to do this again, if you’d like.”

“I’ve love to,” his cheeks pinked as he nodded eagerly, “d-definitely.”

“Cool,” you bit the inside of your cheek, butterflies fluttering all around your stomach, “call me?”

“Of course,” he promised softy, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart. Have a good night.”

“You too, Eddie,” you whispered, watching as he reluctantly stepped off your porch and towards his van, “good night.”

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You’d been with Eddie for just over two years now. It was hard to believe it had been that long already but at the same time it felt like it had been forever. The two of you had fallen into each other’s lives so seamlessly. One of the best parts was that the two of you almost never fought. But, like with everything in life, something had to give. 

Eventually you were going to have your first fight. It was inevitable…right? Right.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie came home to find you in the kitchen, singing along to whatever record you’d thrown on the vintage player. The kitchen smelled delicious, clear evidence that you’d been baking which also made his stomach grumble, “something smells good.”

“Hey my love,” you grinned as you walked over to him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you leaned up to kiss him, “missed you today.”

“Missed you too,” he stole a few more kisses before eagerly eyeing the pie you had cooling on the counter, “it smells amazing.”

“Nuh uh,” you teased, “these are for the bake sale at Jamie’s school tomorrow. I’ll make us something later, promise.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically as you snorted in amusement, “where is the kiddo, anyway?”

“With the Carlstroms,” you turned back to mixing the brownie batter as Eddie raised an eyebrow, “they were going to the theme park and asked if he could go along so I said yes. He really likes Eric so I figured they’d have fun and I’d be able to get all this baking done. They’ll be back tonight.”

“You just let him go?” Edide asked and you could tell from the tone in his voice that something was off, “without even bothering to ask me?”

“Ummm…yeah?” you answered softly, giving him a sheepish shrug, “you were at work, and Jamie’s over at their house a lot so I figured it was okay. We know them, and I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“He’s my son,” he said quietly and your entire face fell as you realized what he was saying. You're not his mother, “you can’t just go and make decisions without me.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered nervously, feeling tears already well up in your eyes, “I-I didn’t mean to sidestep you or anything, I really didn’t think it was a big deal. I’m sorry, I should have asked you before just saying yes.”

“Didn’t think it was a big deal?” he scoffed, “what if something happened and I had no clue where he was? He’s just a kid!”

“Eddie-”

“Don’t,” he shook his head and started to back out of the kitchen, “I’m going to go outside and cool off.”

You watched him go without a word, tears running down your cheeks. You hastily wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to hide your sniffle. If you thought, even remotely, that this would have been a big deal, you would have asked Eddie first. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal at all; you loved and adored Jamie as though he was your own son and you’d never do anything to put him even in the smallest bit of danger. You hoped that Eddie would understand that at some point. You loved both of them with your entire heart. 

Eddie came back home a hours later, and while you had been worried, you knew that more than likely he had gone to Wayne’s place. That man could talk sense into him and if nothing else, he often served as a neutral third party.

By the time he got back, Jamie was already home, worn out from playing and being in the warm sun, inadvertently napping on the couch. Eddie relaxed when he saw the small boy, affectionately ruffling his hair before finding you. 

“Hey,” he rapped his knuckles gently against the wall as he found you still baking. You turned to him with a nervous expression, a hesitant smile on your face.

“Hi,” you whispered as you stopped what you were doing and set the tray of cookies down, “listen, Eddie-”

“Hang on,” he gently interrupted you, stepping closer and reached out to gently touch your cheek, “before you say anything else, I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have talked to you the way I did or said what I did. I’m sorry…I hope you can forgive me.”

You softened from his words, leaning into his touch as he brushed his knuckles along your cheek, “I do…of course I do. But I am sorry for not checking in with you. You’re right too, you’re his dad and it wasn’t my place to make that decision.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I shouldn’t have said that either. Not how I did - I am his dad but you’re his mom. And it is your place to make decisions like that. I guess sometimes I still have a little bit of a hard time remembering that I’m not a single dad anymore, especially when I’ve got someone so brilliant and amazing and wonderful by my side.”

“Eddie-”

“I mean it,” he promised and you knew that he was speaking from the heart, “all of it. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him and hugging onto him like a koala, “so much. You and Jamie.”

“I know it and so does he,” Eddie sighed softly and pressed a kissed to the side of your head, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking me back,” he chuckled nervously, “not kicking me right to the curb.”

“One little disagreement isn’t going to break us apart,” you insisted gently, “things like this are normal and they’re going to pop up every now and then. But we love each other and we’re a family, so we’re always going to work it out.”

“Of course,” the part of him that worried you would just leave when things got hard was always going to be there, even if just a little bit. But he knew, more than anything, that you were never going anywhere. You were it, you were his forever.

“Daddy? Mama?” Jamie padded into the kitchen and his sweet little voice made you melt. He started calling you that out of his own volition, and it had made you happier than anything. Eddie had panicked and wanted to make sure it was okay, but when you reassured him that it was more than okay, you both knew that this was it. You were a family, “can I have a cookie?”

You exchanged a look with Eddie and you both playfully rolled your eyes. You grabbed one of the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and broke it in half, handing a piece to both of your boys, “there we are. Good?”

“Mhmm,” Jamie nodded through a mouthful of cookie, crumbs already on his face. The sight was too adorable.

“Perfect,” Eddie whispered as he looked into your eyes, “absolutely perfect.”

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You’d noticed that Eddie had been acting nervous all day. You wondered if something was wrong, with either him or Jamie, but didn’t say anything. The young boy had seemed fine when Eddie left to drop him off at school in the morning. But Eddie seemed jumpy and off all morning. You’d caught him off guard more than a few times and he looked like he’d committed some sort of crime. When you’d asked him what was wrong, he’d insisted that nothing was wrong but you could tell that he was lying; you knew him well enough by now. Your two-year anniversary was coming up soon and you basically knew him like a book. Which also meant that you knew he would come forward and tell you what was going on eventually. 

But when you got home…things were still off. 

As soon as you walked through the front door you let out a long sigh as you kicked off your shoes and set your purse down. It had been such a long day involving screaming and sick children, irate parents, and malfunctioning tools. All you had been dreaming of doing was coming home and relaxing with your two loves. 

“Eddie?” you softly called out his name as you walked into the kitchen; something smelled delicious already and was practically making your mouth water. You found him standing at the counter, intently cutting up some vegetables. You leaned against the counter and looked at him with starry eyes, as he met your eyes and offered you a small smile in return, “hey handsome.”

“Hey baby,” you could see his shoulders relaxing as he turned to you and leaned in to kiss you. You leaned into his touch, and let him kiss you softly, practically melting into him. When he pulled back, you tenderly took his face in your hands and pressed a few more kisses to his lips. By the time you pulled back he was grinning at you with a pretty pink flush to his cheeks, “missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you sighed dramatically, causing him to laugh fondly at your silly antics, “lemme take a shower and then I’ll be back to whine all about it.”

“It’s not whining,” he insisted as he often did, “and you know I’ll listen to you talk about anything and everything.”

“You’re a good man,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “hey, where’s Jamie?”

“He’s having a sleepover with Jasmine and Ryan over at the Harrington’s,” he explained and you nodded in understanding. You loved that Eddie and Steve were best friends and that their kids were growing up to be the same, “last minute thing, you know how kids are. It’s just us tonight.”

“Oh?” you raised an amusement as he snorted in amusement, “you know what that means-”

“It means you need to hurry up and shower and come back to me," he flourished his hand, before grabbing the knife and going back to chopping, "because tonight we won't be interrupted by a little visitor."

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or less!” you practically ran up the stairs to your bedroom, ripping off your clothes as you grabbed a fresh set of pajamas. It wasn't too late into the evening but you weren't about to put real clothes back on; instead you settled on the most comfy pajamas you had, which were a pair of Eddie's boxers and an old, cozy sweater. Definitely not the sexiest outfit but perfect for a quiet evening in. 

By the time you made your way back downstairs over half an hour had passed and Eddie was dishing up dinner. Your eyes widened at the sweet gesture and it was then that you noticed the pretty vase with all of your favorite flowers on the dining table.

"Oh, my love," you were touched that your sweet, adorable goof of a boyfriend had remembered your favorites and done this for you, "this is amazing. You are amazing."

"I…" he trailed off as he looked you over, big brown eyes growing soft, "wow."

"What?" You looked down at yourself in confusion before turning back to him, "what's wrong?"

"You're so fuckin' beautiful,” your entire face felt like it was on fire from his sweet words. You shook your head, wondering what had gotten into him, but he immediately shook his head as though he could hear the words in your head. He reached over and gently took your chin in his hand and turned your face towards his, “I mean it.”

“I’m wearing ratty old pajamas, my hair is wet, and I’m pretty sure I look like I haven’t slept in two weeks,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and brought his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles, “but thank you.”

“You’re always beautiful,” he promised as he took your hand and pulled you towards the table. You sat down and watched as he set a plate full of all your favorites in front of you, followed by a freshly opened bottle of beer. He did the same for himself and sat down next to you, motioned for you to dig in, “I hope it’s okay. I know you’re the chef in the family but I tried.”

“Eddie,” he loved the way you said his name, almost like a prayer, so gentle and reverent, “you could have made boxed mac and cheese and I would have loved it. Thank you for this, seriously.”

“Anything for you, baby,” he insisted softly as you nodded, “you know that.”

“What’s the occasion?” you grabbed a forkful and shoved it into your mouth as he paled. You raised an eyebrow and swallowed it quickly, “for making all of my favorites.”

“N-nothing,” he said quickly, his voice climbing an octave. You knew that whatever had been on his mind earlier was clearly still stuck in there, “just wanted to do something special for my girl. Tell me about your day, baby. I’m guessing from your sigh that it was either bad kids or bad parents.”

“Both,” you groaned before launching into a full rundown of your day. Eddie listened intently, making you laugh when you needed it and otherwise providing a listening ear. When you finally got it all off your chest, feeling so much better than you had throughout the day, you asked Eddie about his day and listened just as he had. 

The two of you just worked so well together, meshing into each other's lives as though it was always meant to be. And, you supposed, that’s exactly what it was.

After dinner, you cleaned up the kitchen before deciding that the whole evening called for some ice cream and a movie. Eddie even let you choose the film, and you settled on a romantic comedy that you’d been wanting to see. You knew it wasn’t his favorite, but he always watched them with you and you knew that deep down it wasn’t too bad for him either. You promised to watch a horror movie of his choosing in return, and he eagerly accepted your offer. 

Throughout the movie you could feel his gaze shift back to you. He clearly wasn't paying too much attention and had something on his mind. Once you were finished with your bowl of ice cream, you set it down on the table and turned to him with a sigh.

"Edward," your use of his full name caught his attention and he turned to you with a sheepish smile, "what's going on? Tell me."

"N-nothing-"

"Bullshit," you groaned, "you've been acting off all day. Is it something I did or said? Are you okay?"

He looked at you for a long moment before letting out a heavy sigh and getting off the couch. You looked at him in confusion, hoping you hadn't said something to upset him. You watched as he quickly ran upstairs and you could hear him fumbling around in the bedroom before coming back downstairs.

"Eddie?" You weren't even sure if you should be worried or confused or…something but you were starting to panic.

"Baby," he stood in front of you and you could see his hand trembling with nerves, "I, ugh, this isn't what I planned at all. Not like this but umm, I gotta do it now or I'll never be able to."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"W-what? No," he shook his head fervently, curls bouncing around, "the opposite actually. I-I love you so much. I never expected to meet you or fall in love with you or anything. I just assumed I'd see you twice a year at the dentist's office with my kid. But that obviously changed, and now we're here. And you, you've always been so good to me, and you've been so good to Jamie and I never thought I'd meet someone that loved both me and my son. And we love you so much, and you're just…what I've always been missing and wanting…"

"Eddie?"

"I wasn't planning on doing this tonight but you're just so…everything that I can't not," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, dropping to his knee before he opened it. Oh. This definitely wasn't what you had expected - at all. He opened the blue velvet box and inside sat the prettiest ring you'd ever seen, "will you…will you marry me?"

"Yes," you didn't even hesitate for a moment but then quickly realized the gravity of it all, "wait - you want to marry me? Like for real?"

"For real for real and forever," he grinned as he pulled out the ring and reached for your hand, delicately slipping it on, "the question really is do you want to put up with me forever?"

"It's not putting up with you," you promised, "not with someone you love. And obviously the answer is yes. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you and Jamie."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he admired how the ring on your hand looked before pulling you in and kissing you sweetly, "I love you, so much. I'm sorry this wasn't the most romantic thing in the world."

"This is perfect," you insisted, "I love you more than anything."

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You stared at the stick in your hand and then up at your reflection in the mirror. It was almost like you didn’t know if you should trust either the rest or yourself. But a million emotions started swirling up all at once and with all the other signs that had led you to getting the test in the first place made sense. The little stick exclaiming pregnant wasn’t wrong at all. 

“Holy…fuck,” you whispered to yourself, still in disbelief, “how am I going to tell them?”

“How are you going to tell who and what?” Eddie. Of course your husband had to come home and upstairs at that exact moment. Him and his perfect timing; you could practically curse the universe for it. He was grinning, all big and dopey, at you as he leaned against the door, “what’s wrong, baby? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Y-you’re here…”

“I am here…in my home after work,” he held up his hands and waved them around as you swallowed thickly, “alright, out with it. What’s up?”

“Here!” you practically shoved the white plastic stick into his hand, squeezing your eyes shut as you anticipated his reaction. You were almost positive that it wouldn’t be bad, but your stomach still churned with nerves…baby you supposed.

“What the fuck,” he whispered it so softly that you almost didn’t hear it. He looked at you with wide eyes as he held up the test, “you’re pregnant?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded dumbfoundedly as you shrugged your shoulders, “I-I guess so.”

“Wow,” he opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water, “you’re pregnant.”

“I’m sorry,” it blurted out before you could even think about; it was just your natural instinct.

“Baby, why are you sorry?” his face fell as he wondered if you didn’t want to have this baby at all. Maybe you were upset at the positive test while he felt exactly the opposite way, “do you not want this?”

“No, no, no - I do,” you promised and he relaxed slightly, “yes, god, yes I do. I just…it’s habit? I feel like a kid right now, pregnant and feeling a hundred different emotions right now.”

“Well, princess, I’m happy to tell you that while you are pregnant, which I am very, very excited for, you’re in our home and we’re married and have things kind of figured out.”

And that was enough to make you feel better and relax…but it also made tears well up in your eyes as you studied your husband, “I’m excited too. Nervous, but excited.”

“C’mere,” he set the test down on the counter and pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you melted into his warm, soft body. Eddie could feel your tears soaking the fabric of his shirt, and he responded by pressing soft kisses to the side of your head and rubbing your back in soothing circles, “I love you so much. I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling, but fuck I’m so in love with you. There’s no one else I could ever imagine doing this with.”

“Really?” you looked at him with wide, teary eyes and he nodded softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“You’re already an amazing mother,” he reminded you, causing your heart to swell. You loved Jamie so much, just as though he was your own, which you knew he basically was. At the beginning you worried if the young boy would ever accept you as his stepmother or even tolerate you. But it was so much more than that - you were his mother and he was your son. And now you were adding another little Munson to the mix, “and you will always be.”

“Thank you,” your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry and Eddie couldn’t help but kiss away your pout. He didn’t stop until he felt you smiling against his lips, “you’re an amazing dad, best friend, husband…everything.”

“Flatterer,” he teased as you giggled at him, “we’ll figure it all out together. And if you ever want to kick my ass for knocking you up, I give you full permission.”

“I’m sure - no, I know, I’ll take you up on that offer at some point,” you shook your head at your husband’s silly antics, “no we just gotta figure out how to tell Jamie.”

“You can just tell me,” you heard his small voice as he padded into your bedroom and jumped onto the bed. You and Eddie exchanged a look before he shrugged at you as you sighed softly. These Munson men were going to be the death of you. 

“Should we?” you asked him under your breath as Jamie watched the two of you intently.

“It’s up to you, mama,” he kissed your cheek, “he might just explode if we don’t tell him…or he’ll figure it out in a day or two.”

“He’s too smart,” you agreed before sliding past Eddie out of the ensuite and over to Jamie. You crouched down so you were almost eye level with him and tenderly brushed a few rogue curls out of his face, “oh, my love. Daddy and I…we have some news to share with you.”

“Are we getting a dog?” his big, brown eyes practically glittered with excitement as you chuckled softly at him.

“Not quite buddy,” Jamie looked at Eddie in confusion before turning back to you. You were ready to go out and get this sweet boy his new dog and whatever else you wanted. But…you were pretty sure that was just the hormones talking…no need to get too crazy just yet.

“Oh…what is it then, mama?”

“Umm…well,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up, “we’re having…you’re…you’re going to get a little brother or sister soon.”

He was quiet for a moment and your heart started to hammer in your chest as you worried that he was going to be upset. That would definitely have crushed your soul a little bit. But then, you heard him gasp excitedly before he threw his small arms around you in his best attempt to hug you; you didn’t hesitate to tightly hug him back, “finally! When?!”

“It’s going to be a little while bud,” Eddie answered softly, coming over to sit on the bed next to his son. He leaned over and kissed the top of his head, “mama’s gotta grow them first.”

“Wow,” he looked at you with nothing short of awe as you beamed at him, “I’m gonna tell all my friends! I’ve been wishing for a brother or sister for s’long now. Finally!”

You exchanged a look with Eddie, both of you laughing softly. This was everything you could have dreamed of and more.

“Ahh, I love you both so much,” Eddie pulled you both in for a hug, squeezing you until you and Jamie were giggling wildly, “my three favorite people all in my arms.”

And yeah. This was everything.

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OKAY HELL YEAH THE POWER'S BACK ON HERE SO, VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!!

SOME-FUCKING-HOW I'VE GOTTEN TO ✨300✨ FOLLOWERS!!!!!

I DO NOT KNOW HOW THIS IS POSSIBLE BUT, I AM BEYOND AMAZED BY THE SUPPORT AND LOVE YOU'VE ALL GIVEN ME SO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! ❤❤❤ YOU'RE ALL TOO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE EVERY ONE OF YOU /PLAT 🤗

this came a lot sooner than i expected, so i didn't have the best of plans to celebrate... but i do have a good Babysitter Fakey to offer. i hope you like him 😊

and... some ramblings under the cut, if anyone cares about hearing me yell for a moment...

but.... let me just say that, moving my art onto Tumblr has been one of the best decisions i've ever made. the love and support from here compared to Instagram is unreal, and, something i never saw coming, i've actually made some real close friends here. and me being the socially-awkward weirdo i am, it really means a lot to me. you guys have been helping me feel not just better about myself, but helping me reach out and talk to others like me, it's just insane. i genuinely mean it, thank you guys so much. you're the best ❤😭❤

and another thing..... i've been a bit busy with stuff lately, but i promise i'm trying to work on stuff! i've got a few drawing asks i really need to work on, and as for my writing..... okay i still haven't started it. but i AM trying to figure out how best to write it, because i plan on doing both split parts AND drawings for it. i want to make sure it comes out the best it possibly can. but stay tuned, there's a lot i've got to finish up!

..... oh alright. one more bonus if you've made it this far. lo and behold: the very first art piece i ever posted to Tumblr, not thinking i'd be moving fully onto here hehe 😅 enjoy Peppino's old design in all its full glory ✨✨✨

ain't he a beaut'.

#ghghgggghhhhHH so much stuff to get to today!!! now that i have power back i can actually goddang do them!!! #but hey!! this was important!! it's always important to tell you all how much i love ya's!!! #now to try and power through some of those asks because I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THEM FOR A WHILE I'M SORRY 😭 #my art #pizza tower oc #pizza tower fake peppino #eyhm stuff #i'll make a seperate post of just the Fakey picture with no text too so you guys can enjoy it 😁 #okay got like 20 different things to go do now so i gotta go!!!! see ya and peace and love!!!

[partyanimal167]

Nice Rides- Kidd x F!Reader

And we're back! My bike is giving me shit right now which reminded me of this little fic that I haven't continued yet. I'll take Pearl (my bike) to shop later this week, so for now, we're going to pretend everything is perfect lol.

I need to write more Kid. He's so fun and spicy.

CW: black fem reader in mind, modern au, fluff, bubbly reader, light instances of misogyny, motorcycle stuff

Kid stood still with arms crossed and a deep scowl planted on his face. He wasn't sure what his role was in all of this, but he was fine with watching from a distance as people approached you and chatted away.

You cleaned up your bike for the show. It was glossy white with purple lights accenting the body. Your cat helmet chilled on the seat, and you talked eagerly with your hands--heart cutouts on your riding gloves visibe and the reason for your odd tan lines.

Kid didn't bother bringing in his old chopper for the event. He had a decent enough car parked elsewhere; he just tagged along quietly. Kid grumbled to himself mostly as old men pointed from far seeming to crack jokes and not take you seriously.

It pissed him off.

"Oh, there's a vendor I wanna go peek at real quick. I'll be back Kid!" you waved off before going to the tent area.

Kid grunted in response and looked around the grassy field--unsure of what to do with himself. He was surprised that you actually hit him up about the show. When he arrived, you just finished polishing off your ride and beamed at the mechanic before giving him a big hug.

Kid appeared calm as you rambled on about different Japanese models that you only saw in magazines before and how you wanted to find some accessories for your lanyard. However, Kid's mental gears were rolling. He had to remember that you were new to the area, so it was probably some form of comfort seeing him even though Kid wouldn't consider himself good company.

He only spoke to you a little, and the people he did know were interested in meeting you and how long you had been riding. Thankfully, not so many people were arrogant to think that you didn't know your stuff; enthusiasts go to these types of events. But that didn't mean there wasn't trouble.

Kid glared around as he popped his gum and honed in on you slowly making your way back with a little gift bag in hand. Two old geezers had stopped you, and you looked just as bright and sweet talking to them.

"That's a cute little moped you got there, sweetie. Did your daddy get it all fixed up like that? Make it a pretend bike?" one of the men jeered. You stiffened at the comment and decided to turn and walk away.

But an arm reached out with ill-intentions.

"Hey! I-,"

"I suggest you old farts fuck off and leave the girl alone. You can't even imagine handling a ride like hers." Kid barked out--easily getting in between the men and yourself.

The two spit on the ground and flipped off the man. "Whatever punk. You probably like riding your girlfriend's sissy ride. Do you have to ask for permission to touch it?" they laughed.

Kid started fuming. "I'll fucking-," he paused after feeling your hand on his arms. You gave him a gentle look--seeming to say how it wasn't worth it. Kid slouched his arms and let out a breath. "Fuck away from us your bastards."

You walked back to your ride with Kid stomping behind you.

"You're too nice. I don't know why people can't just be normal about you having a motorcycle." Kid grumbled as he plopped in an outdoor chair. You leaned onto your ride and just gave him a smile. (Ba-dump) Kid paused before turning his face away from you. "Anyway, go run around and see what's here. I'll watch your beaut."

You pouted and huffed. "But Kid, I want us to walk around together."

A blush started to creep. "But what- what if some punk touches your bike? Or those bastards fuck with it?"

You giggled and tried pulling Kid up from his seat. "If someone messes with her, then I give you one-hundred percent permission to beat them up. Plus, we'll take her to your shop so you can charge them crazy too. 'Kay?"

"Fine." Kid kissed his teeth as he stood, but you just wrapped your arm around his. You were all bright colors and smiles to his garage gloom and glares.

"Yay! So our date continues!" you cheered before beginning to head off.

Kid's feet followed, but his mind was elsewhere again. So it is a date.

~~~

Maybe I am gonna buy another motorcycle...

#one piece #one piece x reader #eustass kid #eustass captain kidd #black fem reader #fem reader\ #motorcycle au #moder au #motorcycle show #mine #kid x reader #partyanimal167

[diosama27]

Satoru Gojo

Yn's Mom: Hey, Gojo-san!! My, my, look at you, standing here like our very own Adonis. Come on in, you absolute heartthrob!

Satoru: laughs Thank you, Mrs. LN(Your last name). I must say, you look absolutely radiant today. You're like a timeless beauty, defying age itself.

Yn's Mom: blushes Oh, you smooth talker! Flattery will get you everywhere.

Satoru: Well, I can't help but admire someone who looks so much younger than their age. You must have discovered the fountain of youth, Mrs.LN.

Yn's Mom: Oh, stop it, you! You really know how to charm a lady. Maybe I should introduce you to my friends. They'd be thrilled to meet someone who appreciates their youthful spirits.

Satoru: winks I'd be honored to meet them, Mrs. LN. But let's enjoy this gathering for now, shall we?

Yn's Mom: Agreed, Gojo-san. And don't forget to call me "Mom" from now on.

Satoru: bows Yes, Mom.

AN: I know you all are utterly flabbergasted as to why yn's mom is welcoming the most annoying, irritating asshole into her house.

I mean, seriously, this guy who hovers over your front door suddenly transforms into Mr. Charm when faced with mom. Hold up, let me spill the tea on how yn ended up in this wild situation.

So, picture this: it's the start of the week, and you're running late for work, rushing to your cabin with your coat and coffee, trying to keep your sanity intact. And there he is, Satoru, your colleague, strutting in with his fresh baby blue and black fit like he's walking a runway.

As if that's not enough, the dude spots you and decides to sashay over, grinning like a fool, as if he's auditioning for the role of "The Annoying Casanova"

It's has become his routine. He always slides in, all flirty and starts boasting about his weekend conquests, like he had all the "different types" of girls. But you, being the unbothered queen, just brush off his narcissistic crap. Like, who gives a damn?

You dive into your work while he keeps yapping about how he could make you see stars. And you hit him with, "Oh, please! I see stars every damn night, so thanks but no thanks."

People y'all need to get this straight: you ain't got no beef with him. You just aren't into the romance stuff at the moment. You prefer your solo time, you feel me? You're in that "me time" phase, and it's all good.

No denying, the dude is hot as hell. That's spitting facts. If someone bet you $50 to jump on him, you'd do it free, even toss in some extra cash without batting an eye.

But it ain't about that and never could be more than that. It just didn't click with him. Now, let's be real, he's the one you could fully adore, no doubt, without holding back.

He's been low-key hinting about his feelings all this time, but you've been straight-up ignoring them.

Y'all know him, he's the king of players, always flexing his charm, cracking jokes, and hopping from one hookup to the next.

So yeah, we ain't falling for that game and specifically no getting played by his smooth talk, he's an expert at leading hearts on with zero intentions of commitment. We're standing our ground, staying wise to his tricks.

Your phone buzzes, and it's your mom. You let out an irritated huff because you know another 25 minutes are about to go down the drain, just like that.

Mom: "Hey, honey."

You: "Yeah, mom, morning."

Mom: "Good morning, my precious. How's your day kickin' off?"

You: "I don't know, just started, nothing crazy yet."

Mom: "Well, let's infuse some positive vibes into it, shall we?"

You: "Sure, but I'm at work, so make it snappy."

Mom: "I understand life's a struggle, but sweetheart, don't you think it's time to come back home, settle down, and start a family? You know, before you hit that dreaded age of no return where all the eligible bachelors disappear into thin air!"

You: "Mom, seriously? We've had this talk a countless times. Please, just stop. I can't throw away four years of grind just because you want a grandchild! This is beyond ridiculous!"

Mom: "Oh, my poor heart! Will my beautiful daughter be left behind, watching the sands of time slip through her fingers, forever destined to be an old maid? Oh, the tragedy! Is this why I carried you for 10 months and..."

You: "Alright, enough. I know exactly where this is headed. But didn't I mention the flight reservation for the weekend?"

Mom: "Well, I just yearn to behold your lovely face as soon as humanly possible."

Your brother, causing chaos in the background, chimes in: "Yo, Mom's schemin' to set you up on a blind date right after you land."

You: "What the actual heck? Are you serious? Mom?!!"

Mom: "Oh, no, darling, it's not a date. We're just going to mingle with some influential folks, ya know? It's all about networking!"

You can hear your brother shrieking as your mom unleashes something on him, probably her flip flops.

While you're knee-deep in a heated argument with your mom, completely oblivious to your surroundings, Satoru slyly sneaks into your cabin, popping up with a silly grin. "Heyyy yn sannn!!" he cheerfully exclaims, his flirty game in full swing. "What's shakin', baby??" He puckers up for a cute face and inches closer.

To your utter astonishment, the other side of the conversation suddenly falls into a bizarre silence, like someone hit the mute button on a chaotic war movie scene. All you can hear now are faint murmurs.

In the midst of the madness, your brother snatches the phone from your mom's hands.

Brother: "Yo, yn! You better not be getting tangled up with guys, are you?!"

You can hear the satisfying sound of your mom delivering a few extra smacks to your brother before regaining control of the phone.

Mom: "Wait just a minute!!! You're dating someone? Oh, my dear heavens! Who is he? How does he look? What's his name? Send me a picture, pronto! Hold on, you're at work, sooo, is it someone from work??? No wait, this is not happening!

You're in LOVE????!!!!"

At this point, you feel a strong urge to grab a sledgehammer, break through those wide glass windows, and escape into the sweet embrace of peace and serenity.

Instead of dealing with two hyperactive, intentionally overdramatic adults and a loudmouthed teenager (your mom, Satoru, and your brother respectively) is just too much to handle.

That's when the brilliant idea of fake dating pops into your mind like a light bulb moment. "Well, couldn't I just pull off this epic move?!" you think to yourself.

You: "Oh yeah, Mom, I'm actually dating someone, so sorry, but I won't be able to make it to that date!"

You can practically see Satoru's heart shattering into a million nano particles in his eyes, scattered across the room. But now that he's within earshot, he overhears the conversation and finally grasps what's going on.

Mom: "Well, if you're really dating someone, let me talk to him! I need to see if he's good enough for my precious baby!"

Satoru, being the quick thinker that he is, jumps into action, matching the vibe effortlessly.

They both start engaging in a lively conversation, with all his charm and sweet talk meanwhile you are a sweating mess trying to predict what on earth the outcome of this stupidity will be.

Their chemistry is so convincing that even you start to question if it's all just an act. They just hit it off soo effortlessly.

Mom: "Oh my, you two seem just perfect together! I can't believe my luck! You will, without a doubt, make the cutest couple ever. I can't wait to meet my son-in-law"

As they continue, Satoru plays his role flawlessly, you can't help but admire his ability to spin this fake dating scenario into a believable tale.

It's like watching a masterclass in deception, and you can't help but feel a mix of awe and amusement at the absurdity of it all.

"Wait a damn minute! Now she wants to meet him? Uhhhhhhh?" You swore internally, feeling the chaos about to unfold sinking in like a sinking ship in a stormy sea.

Lost in your own thoughts, trying to come up with a diversion to steer the attention away from your mom meeting "Satoru Gojo," you completely missed the part where they finalized the full master plan for your trip back home together, both you and him.

"Hey?? Ynnnn! What should I pack? When are we leaving? Hmm?" He asks innocently, his face now a picture of cluelessness.

"Eh? Ehh? Ehhhhhhhhh???!!" You were left utterly bewildered, your mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

"No way. Nooo, I can't believe this is happening." It's like a mission fucking impossible, no, scratch that, it's a mission that should not be fucking possible under any circumstances.

Satoru on the other hand "Shoot! I have to go book those tickets, before they're out." He struts out of your cabin, shooting you a playful flying kiss, and quips, "I'll be here waiting for ya babe!" before sauntering off.

"What the actual freak have I gotten myself into?!!" you exclaim, overwhelmed with a sense of despair and disbelief.

#anime #chubby reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo imagine #fake dating #gojo satoru x chubby reader

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

IDK WHY I CAN’T GET GD GIFS TO WORK HERE. will fix asap.

A/N: Okay ya’ll this is going to have a big time jump! We will be back tracking, but I’m so soft for Daddy Carm and I couldn’t resist a parenthood ask list. Curious if any of you were right about baby genders? I think this kind of scratches the itch below, but I’ve got a few more Daddy Carm requests to work through.

Should we do something special for 30 chapters? LMK!

Vanessa Monaghan is the great of fresh air Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 29: Mush

“And what do we do when we flush the toilet?” Vanessa asked, looming over Gabriel Silvio Berzatto.

“Wash hands,” he looked up at his mother with those same blue eyes as his father, completely disarming her. He hopped up onto his step-stool and hummed along as he washed his hands, itching to get back out to the kitchen where Carmen was cooking up some lunch for the Berzatto babies.

“Good job, Gabey baby,” she cheered, giving him a high-five. Potty training had been hell. Gabriel had no interest whatsoever in using the toilet and he was a real late bloomer in that way. He was walking, running, talking – hitting all the other milestones, but could not care less about potty training. But they’d been making headway and as long as he was fully potty trained in the next few months, everything would be okay. “Should we go see what Daddy has made the wrecking crew for lunch?” She asked.

Gabriel ran back to the kitchen, bare feet slapping agains the hardwood and climbing right up into his toddler tower to help Carmen.

“Okay, now that our sous is back, we can finish up with the accouterment,” Carmen said, looking down at the bundle that was cradled carefully to his chest. “What do we think, G? Peppers, mushrooms, onions?” He asked.

“No mush,” Gabriel countered, picking up his little Fisher Price set and chopping vegetables alongside his father.

“The sous has requested no mush, and while we don’t normally allow for substitutions, we will make an allowance just this once,” Carmen narrated, dropping a kiss to the fuzzy little head peeking out of the sling.

Vanessa could hear the giggles from the kitchen as she pulled on her boots, knowing she’d need to combat the slush on the sidewalks until she could get into the building for her wax appointment.

It would be the first time since baby Myles was born that Carmen would be alone with both the boys. But it’d been 12 weeks since Myles came home from the hospital and she was in desperate need of a brow wax, manicure and pedicure. Carmen would be just fine for a few hours.

She pulled her hair out of the collar of her sweater and tossed it over her shoulders, wiping her fingers under her eyes to catch any stray mascara before exiting the bedroom.

“Look at Mama, look how beautiful she is,” Carmen said, lifting his eyes from the cutting board to see his wife in the archway. “Tell Mama she’s beautiful,” he encouraged.

“Beautful Mama,” Gabriel repeated to the best of his ability, smacking his own vegetables around his blue, plastic cutting board.

“Thank you, my love,” Vanessa crossed the room to drop a kiss on Gabe’s head.

“No sugar for Daddy?” Carmen asked, scooping his peppers and onions across the board and dumping them into a prep container. Vanessa stepped into his personal space, her perfume swirling around him.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she grinned before kissing him gently. “How’s my little baby?” She asked,

“I’m doing okay,” Carmen replied, “slave driver of a chef,” he said, eyes flicking to Gabriel who’d been picking at his sandwich roll.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “How’s my littlest baby?” She gently pulled the fabric of the baby swing away from Carmen’s chest. Myles little cupid bow lips were pouted, long lashes resting against his cheeks as she slept soundly against Carmen’s chest.

“Still sleepin’,” Carmen supplied. “He’ll be up for a bottle in a bit,” he replied. “Go enjoy your Mama time,” He insisted. “The boys have it locked down here,” he added.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She asked.

“I won’t, but I will,” he replied, kissing her once more. “Go ahead,” He said, slipping his hand down her backside and squeezing her ass in his palm.

“Just me and you and Myles, G man,” Carmen said, firing up the range. “Okay, now we toast the buns,” he said, holding up two thick rolls from the Vietnamese bakery down the street. Gabriel giggled upon hearing his Daddy say buns, making Carmen laugh.

“Buns,” he repeated.

Carmen narrated all of his steps, sautéing veggies and reheating some of the meat he’d pre-prepared the week before. With Myles being so young and Gabriel being a bit of a handful, he’d been taking a few hours each week to prep some proteins and veggies they could easily slap into a dinner and make life easier.

He was tickled whenever Gabe would cook with him. For Christmas, he’d gotten Gabe a little apron with his name on it and he demanded to wear it whenever they were in the kitchen together, observing his Daddy move around the kitchen from the toddler tower Nat and Pete had gifted them for Gabe’s first birthday.

Not too much later, Gabe and Carmen were sitting at the kitchen table, both enjoying their sandwiches as Carmen also carefully fed baby Myles his bottle, still snug in his sling.

“What do we think Sous?” Carmen asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Could have used a little more… depth, some umami.” He explained.

“I Gabe,” the little boy giggled, still not always understanding the concept of a sous chef. Carmen watched his son’s curls bounce with his laughter as he swung his legs back and forth in his chair. His blue eyes, his dirty blonde curls. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume Vanessa had nothing to do with Gabe’s procreation.

Myles was different, he was sure of it. Her dark eyes had appeared behind his delicate little eyelids and though he was still very bald, he held out hope that he’d have Vanessa’s dark hair.

“Did you know you’re my best friend, Gabe?” Carmen asked, taking another bite of his sandwich, watching his son. “You and baby Myles,” he added.

“Baby Myles,” Gabriel agreed, “best friend, Daddy,” he replied.

“That’s right, baby Myles is going to be your best friend, too,” he nodded, swallowing a dry patch at the back of his throat. “He’s so lucky to have you as a big brother.”

“Lucky Myles,” Gabriel parroted.

About two and a half hours later, Vanessa closed the front door softly behind her. Myles should be down for a nap and maybe Gabe had joined him as well. She didn’t hear any alarming noises as she slid off her boots and padded into the house. The kitchen and front living room were empty, but she heard the low volume of the TV in the family room humming and quietly slid in.

There, Carmen laid shirtless on the couch, Myles in just a diaper on his chest and Gabriel wedged between his Dad and the back of the couch, out cold and drooling on Carmen’s shoulder.

“Hi,” Vanessa greeted with a whisper.

“Hi Mama,” Carmen said quietly.

“Look at this cuddle puddle,” she grinned.

“I laid out here with Myles for some skin to skin and Gabe also wanted to take his shirt off,” Carmen grinned. “He got jealous and wanted a bottle, too.”

“Sweet boy,” Vanessa cooed, pushing Gabriel’s curls back from his face. Neither of his parents could bring themselves to get his haircut.

“How was the salon?” Carmen asked.

“Refreshing,” Vanessa said, pouting as her husband blocked her attempt to pick Myles up.

“My baby,” he said pointedly.

“Carm,” Vanessa gaped.

“Join us,” he insisted, “there’s room for you, Mama.” He added.

“There’s no way I can get in there without waking up the tornado,” she said knowingly.

“The tornado has requested Mama’s pasta for dinner,” Carmen said, tucking his free hand behind his head.

“Of course,” Vanessa grinned. “Babies are having an early bedtime tonight,” she said, trailing a freshly manicured nail down Carmen’s bare chest, tweaking his nipple. Carmen adjusted on the couch, a pleased smile on his face.

They had decided they didn’t want to wait long between Myles and their next baby, but this would definitely be the last. Vanessa and Carmen would never say out loud they were trying for a girl, but they were trying for a girl.

With Vanessa transitioning, at least for a few years, to staying home full time, they didn’t want to put too much time between babies.

“Mommy and Daddy time?” Carmen asked.

“As long as this one allows it,” she said, placing a gently hand on Myles’ back.

As if on cue, the newest member of the Berzatto family let out a crackly whine.

“Myles,” Gabriel grumbled, twisting against Carmen’s torso and burying his face further into his father’s chest. Vanessa giggled, picking up Myles so Carmen could tend to Gabriel as she walked back to the nursery.

“Are you Mama’s baby?” She asked, nuzzling into Myles warmth, cradling him to her chest against her soft sweater.

“I’m your baby!” Carmen called out.

“Not a baby Daddy,” she could hear Gabriel counter knowingly.

#carmen smut #carmen x oc #Carmy #carmy fluff #carm #Carmen Berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x ofc #carmen berzatto x oc #the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fan fic #the bear fic #jeremy allen white can fucking GET IT #i'm hot for daddy carm

[strigital]

just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔

think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:

saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms

got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for

came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)

was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve

he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later

because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most

he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)

the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)

back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"

as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe

at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job

at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074

it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!

Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was

Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them

throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him

he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either

dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...

too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away

eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers

even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died

so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cdpr #cd projekt red #male v #v #oc #alek takeshi bryce #long post #writing related #fanfic related #backstory #my art #sketch #traditional art #ballpoint art #marker art #he may be one of the saddest ocs i ever had #just a traumatized mf who just TRIES so damn HARD at everything #tries to be good brother a good merc a good musician a good human being #and life just spins him around like a hurricane does a cow #may he rest in pepperonis #i think in a alternate universe where jax dies and he lives johnny would feel right at home in Alek's anticorpo head #on the flip side they'd really REALLY hate each other and in the johnny would probably take over by force #dudes are just too similar #it'd be like trying to put out fire with fire and only turning a candle that's a bit out of control into a forest fire

[orcelito]

ok SO i went and got out Most of my knives (i remembered I have a nonbinary knife only after i took the photos & also idk where it is currently. just imagine all these plus a nonbinary flag knife ok? ok)

HERE ^ is the most of them, minus that nonbinary knife. look at that fuckin mess. 32 shown here (i think) plus my nonbinary knife makes 33 blades (minus cooking knives, i dont count those for these purposes)(also counting the swiss army knife as only 1 bc lol)

& some explanations for them! gonna put these under a readmore bc it got Kinda long on accident whoops. Read Ahead if u wanna see me nerd out about my knife collection.

STARTING WITH my big ones.

my spear (gifted to me), my cane sword (from anime convention), my shitty $20 sword (also from anime convention. low quality but cool as hell), my teal mini sword + matching throwing knives (from online), my decorative axe (from a local store), my twin blades (my sharpest blades, theyre actually kinda scary how sharp they are, but i love them bc of it. from online), red saber (from online),

ANDDDDDDDDDDDD my favorite hefty bitch of a machete that i sleep with in my bed frame on the very right (inherited from my grandpa bc i was the first one who spotted it at Family Claiming Day)(this thing really is as long as my leg & much heavier than Any of the rest of the blades pictured here. i love it)

another view of the blades so u can better see how long they are. the big boys. they're lovely. 2nd heaviest blade is the cane sword when it's in its cane, mostly bc that handle has some Heft. tbh id feel safer using it as a bludgeoning weapon than a stabbing weapon, but having a cane sword is just plain cool

AND my smaller blades!

i have a lot of pocket knives. starting from the top left: golden pocket knife (from online), rainbow dragon (from online), rainbow HEFTY boy (heaviest pocket knife, from online), spider knife (from online), stiletto jade (from online), pathetic army boy (from local store, this knife has NO redeeming qualities, but it's mine <3), black stiletto (from local store), plain dagger man (from online), my damascus steel knife (was a gift, probably my singular most expensive knife. fancy boy), Dull Dagger Man (first blade i ever bought, from anime convention)

& for bottom row: teeny black knife (first pocket knife i owned, gift from my dad), lil rainbow knife (from local store), plain steel knife (from sketchy shop in gatlinburg + one of my Favorite knives), green dragon knife (from online, a real beaut), triple throwing knives (also from same sketchy shop in gatlinburg), the baby throwing knives again from the Big Boys pic but i included them again bc they r so teeny tiny, my keychain key blade (from online), swiss army knife (from online), & the pair of claw keychain baldes (from online)

many blades, many stories, so little time. theyre great tho.

SOME FOCUSES:

^ these are all my spring-assisted knives, sorted from worst feel to best feel to open. based on quickness, ease, & general satisfaction. leftmost is leftmost bc i didnt even Know it was spring assisted, bc it doesnt have a nice lil tab on the back to press. no u gotta press on one of the rungs. but once u do it Does spring open, so i included it. next 3 are just Average in feel (these 3 are sibling blades anyways, nice of them to be together). jade stiletto is smooth and quick, nice to open. Hefty Boy rainbow has some THUNK to it when i open it. like that babey's got PURPOSE to it. added to the general size of it & it's just pretty great. AND THEN MY TWO FAVS, green dragon is a perfect beautiful knife & feels very great to open. and then Steel Sketchy Knife aka my 2nd pocket knife & first i bought for myself. it looks plain in comparison to the others, but she's anything But. quick, light, Sharp. it has the Best feel to open, bc it's just a fast SHHK. probably my knife that's seen the most use (aside from my small black knife) just bc of how great it feels to open. i love that knife so much for Real.

& the final highlight, somewhat related, are the knives I actually use the most in my daily life!

on the left are the knives I keep in my bag by default, & thus the ones I carry with me Everywhere i go. small black pocket knife bc she's Ol' Faithful, & a pretty lowkey knife for basic tasks when I dont wanna raise any eyebrows lol. silver knife bc as previously stated i Love using it so much. i take it out when i gotta breakdown a lot of boxes at work, & it Never disappoints. small rainbow keychain key knife bc it's cute & i like to keep it on my keychain. & swiss army knife bc Obviously im gonna keep the swiss army knife in my bag for if i need an emergency tool.

on the right are the three knives I keep out in my apartment. black stiletto lives on my bathroom counter, for bathroom knife needs. green stiletto i keep on my table next to where I hang out in my bedroom, for any couch time needs. & then green dragon beaut camps out on top of some shelves by my front door bc it's Great for opening boxes, aka something I will do for packages I receive after pulling them in the front door. it works for me.

all the rest of my knives live either in a box (for small ones) or my closet (for big ones). i may have a lot of knives, but somehow I never feel like i have enough. i just love collecting them so much <3

#speculation nation #knives #what this boils down to are. my favorites are: Big Hefty Machete that i managed to stab myself with on accident #by dropping it point-first on my finger (whoops) #a plain silver knife i got from a sketchy shop in gatlinburg (there really are so many there) that just feels SO good to use #a beautiful green dragon knife bc it's well balanced & feels great to open. also pretty. #black stiletto knife just bc i love how it feels in my hand. it's also very pointy #& small black knife bc she's ol' faithful. & great for using for average shit to not freak people out #(imagine if i brought ol' Hefty Rainbow out w/ its glass breaking base & wonderful hooked blade. ppl would give me Looks for sure) #i love many other knives but those r my favs #if i had to pick an ABSOLUTE fav it'd have to be my machete. it having drawn my blood did Not discourage me from loving it #it feels very uhh. idk it makes me feel secure having it nearby #if for nothing else than someone seeing me wield that & being like 'what the FUCK' bc it's kinda pretty intimidating lol. #long and heavy. wouldnt actually be great for combat bc that thin part between the blade & the hilt could snap the moment you hit bone #but good for me i never intend to use my blades for that! it feels comforting mostly as an intimidation factor. #the comfort being like. if someone broke in lol. that's why i sleep with it in my bed frame. so i can have it onhand Just In Case #aka it's like sleeping with a gun under my pillow except i just keep a massive fucking knife next to me instead. works for me #not the longest of my blades but it's the heaviest of my blades by far. i feel very lucky to own it. #anyways this has been the Knife Ramble by yours truly. this took me like 2 hours to gather & take pictures of & write this summary #APPRECIATE MY WORK at documenting my collection. this is the first time ive done this in several years. #wish i'd found that nonbinary knife first... oh well...

[threewaysdivided]

Andrew Garfield, in interview with Alex Pappademas for GQ Magazine, November 2022:

I think it says something that even someone in your position grapples with this stuff: the pressure to constantly be producing, the fear of being left behind. There’s not a level of success that frees you from those questions.

No. It makes me think about – and it’s funny, I’m sorry, but my reference point for everything now, I just go back to my mum not being here. I just go to that and what that means. It means I’m not gonna be here long, and we’re not gonna be here long. That doesn’t provide any answers, but it does feel like it sharpens an arrow of direction, in some mysterious way.

But then, I don’t know – my dad, right now, I think, is just meant to tend his back garden. He’s lost his wife, and I think all he’s meant to do right now, for the most part – it’s going to make me cry – is play with his grandkids, and create this back garden. He’s turned it into, like, a subtropical jungle. He’s got a water feature and a moat. He’s gone crazy, as grief will make you do, but he’s gone toward beauty and nature and self-soothing. And I’m really kind of impressed with him for that. The fact that he’s created something so beaut–

[A pause. Garfield tears up]

Fuck. Fucking hell, man. It’s awful. It hurts – the beauty of it hurts, so much. Knowing he’s created something so beautiful out of the worst loss you could ever, like – [voice breaking] They were together, in love. They were an imperfect couple that stayed together. And for him to be left, now, to deal with what that means – I’m not going to speak for his experience, because that’s not appropriate. But I feel like I can say: I feel like making a garden is plenty. You know what I mean? I don’t think we’re all meant to save the world all the time.

...

Life seems to be a perpetual practice of letting shit go. Letting go of an idea of how a thing should look, or be, or feel. And that one’s a big one...

But, yeah. Life, life, life. Life is in charge. We’ll see. We’ll see what happens. I’m curious.

“I’m in a real period of not-doing,” he says, cheerfully. “The usual aggressive, ambitious, driven heartbeat, rapping at the door has subsided for a while.”

#quote of the day #andrew garfield #the more I hear from Andrew Garfield the more I appreciate how much wisdom he has #the art of not-doing #burnout culture #good things #hopepunk #I exist as I am: that is enough

[topknotstrunk]

Review Everything 40 - Barbie

I don't think there's much I can say about this movie that hasn't been said over and over again so I'll boil it down here.

I was expecting the movie to be groundbreaking. People were talking about it as if it had said something that had never been voiced before, had a true revelation in it.

And I can see how that would be true for people who haven't been wading through internet Feminism like I have been for the last decade plus. It's nice that lots of people found a sentiment that they thought was private being voiced, I can see how that would be very powerful for them. For me, it was just the biggest stage these things had most recently been shouted on. But I do recognize that it's important that these sentiments make their way into pop culture, so that they're more accessible.

It's not that I didn't find some moments in the movie deeply touching. I cried when Hari Nef popped on screen the first time. The scene were Barbie sees an old woman for the fist time, that "You're Beautful."/"I know it." Interaction, that's making me tear up as I write this. "What Was I Made For" is a song I've been avoiding listing to since the movie came out because damn does that shit cut deep. I don't know if it's Billie's soft voice reminding me of my mentor and the hours she spent playing When We Fall Asleep, Where Do We All Go, or being just the right age, or being Queer in a world where there aren't life goals laid out for us, or rounding out the last fresh arc of a truly awful experience of getting dumped by someone I thought was my soulmate, but man that song wasn't a gut punch, it was a face slap. Shocking, unexpected, painful, personal.

Like I said, it wasn't as if parts of the movie didn't touch me deeply, but they were balanced out by many conversations I found pat and shallow. "I'm a real woman now, which means I have acquired a vag, which you must apparently have to be a real woman, off to the gyno I go." Ugh.

It was too bad the movie was so binary. I understand that the movie is based on Barbie and in the world of that toy, so far as I know, there are just men and woman, and the movie struggled to balance tackling men's issues on the side of woman's issues. But as a non-binary person the movie saying "being a man is hard, and being a woman is hard" "this is what it's like for a man in our world, and how it's different for a woman" and not having really experienced either of those things? Felt like two people having a conversation that was not meant for me, like I was eavesdropping.

The clothes were really fun. Waiting for the movie was fun too, the marketing was excellent.

Writing this I realize I'm just not the audience this movie was made for. And like, that's okay, but Barbie was really important to me as a kid. The dolls, and the dress up CD game where you could print out clothes after you designed them for the dolls, were one of the earliest things that got me into fashion, something very important to me now.

In Summary: The movie wasn't bad, it just didn't have anything novel to say about the statements the movie rode on, despite a few tear jerker scenes. Very pretty to look at for about half of it, though.

Overall: 6/10

#review everything movies #review everything #review #spoilers #the barbie movie #barbie #fandom #not queued

[firespirited]

My camera’s dying -for real this time- I’ve already superglued parts back together (it's basically stuck on macro now) but it’s the software that’s struggling and crashing or just not starting at all.

So I’ve tried to go online shopping, I’ve got an idea of the specs and price (under $300) but when I commit to one, I go looking for in hand photos and these things are either flimsy little things or just HUMONGOUS  -- no in-between.

My current camera weighs 350g - 12oz, it holds in one hand just right and I can press the shutter with my index finger, the heft is in the lens, it’s just about manageable at my level of disability: not too heavy, not too fragile, splash and shock proof. I still need that image stabilization and can’t use it for more than a few minutes without resting my arm but it’s nice.

It’s from 2008 and fairly slow: Kodak Easyshare z1012 IS, rechargeable battery, easy to switch SD card, got a huge amount of mileage out of it. What i’d usually do is i’d go with the same company and get their next version - as done twice before... but second-hand. There’s no upgrade here because it’s one of Kodak’s last releases before their buyout: the new Kodak PixPros are cheap for a reason, the lenses are duff.

So what’s happened is I keep deciding on a camera then seeing that it’s 8 credit cards stacked together or that it’s called handheld but weighs twice the weight I can handle.

At times like this I wish I could stroll or wheel through a store or a braderie and just hold the stoopid things, take a few shots and see if it can handle my tremors in indoor light, point it at something well lit and see if it blows out the reds. Instead, I’m stuck here doing extensive research on specs then sticking [name of camera + “weight”] into a search engine and going yeah, ooof, nope, that’s a beaut but nope not happnin.

Now add in the fact that I might need a new phone at some point and I just keep putting it off because I need to buy both things based on metrics that are not in the options for online shopping: size and weight. Then I feel guilty about not being able to treat myself to nice things which is not true.

Aaaand we get stuck.

#saf #decision paralysis

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

KIP NIGHTENGALE

RECORDS OF MY RUNS

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November 1. 1883.

Today was when I finally decided to leave the town I was inning at. The talk of my birthday heist was over and I was gettin bored where I was. Besides, I got more important matters to tend. Last heist I grabbed said important matters somethin real pretty and I know she'll just love it. One of them rich old ladies was wearing a mighty fine necklace that was red with a bitova purple hue...couldn't think of anything more perfect for her! I can tell I miss her bad. I keep staring at the damn thing and thinkin' of how she's gonna react to such a beaut'. Not knowing quite where she is has been taking a real toll on me. Usually when ya miss a person ya can't see ya send em a letter. But I ain't got an address to write to. So I haven't seen or talked to her in a lil over a year and it's hurting. Man oh man does bein separated suck....

I left that inn today and got on another train. Usually I'd be excited about such things, I fancy ridin the train...but I was just far too sad thinkin about T. That means it's bad...when not even the stupid look on some scared rich man who thinks he's somethin rough and tough'll make me feel better. I'm just so close and I know it and I know it good...yet it all feels like it's so damn far.

Anyhow...the train took me into the next town over. I walked around for a lil while before finding my way to another inn. I ain't got no buisness here aside from moving ahead so I really ain't got a direction, so why not make another home away from home? I went in and asked for a room, got myself set up all over again and headed back down for food and a hard drink. I sat myself at the bar, placed an order and shot some whiskey whiles' I waited for my food. All was peaceful before I heard that conversation behind me....Some good for nothin guy was talkin.

"I went to the brothel the other night and was stuck with some ugly and mean broad." Boy, that alone made me upset but then he continued with "Worst part is she didn't even give me what I was paying for! I fell asleep all sudden and next thing I know all my stuff was gone! That ugly whore stole everything for me!" I had to restrain my anger as I whipped my head and asked "She didn't happen to be yeh high and have blonde, thick hair with some dark patches towards the top...did she?" "Yeah! She wore and all red outfit, bout the shade of your there flannel. That stupid thing steal from you too?!" "No...and don't talk about her like that." "Don't talk ab-?! That sonnova bitch stole from me, what is you, deaf?!" "No, I ain't deaf! And shut your filthy trap! I betcha just upset cause ya got showed up by a gal! Had I'd done that to ya you'd be yellow! Shakin!" "No I'm upset cause that lil-" "-Watch it." "-That lil sk-" "WATCH IT." "Because that lil skank didn't give me a bit of what I paid for!" I finally lost and swung at him, square in the jaw. He hopped on me and startin swinging himself. I flipped us over and almost had him but then his friends hopped in on me. That's when I finally did what I hadda...I hate doin it but they would tore me apart. I went for my pocket and whipped my gun out before shouting "GET OFFA ME!" and pointed it to his chest. Everyone stopped and stared at us. "I bet it ain't loaded." I lightly squeezed the trigger and pressed a lil firmer. "Wanna make that bet, buck?" He stared at me for minute before finally lettin' me go. "Now, imma ask real nicely and imma only nicely ask once! Where do you live?!" "What?!" "I SAY WHERE DO YA LIVE?!" I shouted in his face and pressed my gun to his face before he gave me directions. Had she had the time she would left me a clue, something. She's real smart like that. I tore outta there and fast. I ran, practically galloped to the guys place an started tearing apart his whole damn house. That was when I finally found what I was lookin for. Under his mattress wassa note she left me.

God she's so damn smart.

The note gave me details. Details on her safety and where her next stop was gonna be. I couldn't of been happier.

I went back to the inn, gathered my things and hit the next train. I kept that note in my left flannel pocket with a bitova smile on my face now. I'm gettin close...real close. I just hope she won't be mad at me for uh...hurtin a random civilian....

-KIP NIGHTENGALE

#cowboys #dnd #dnd oc story #dungeons and dragons #westerns #kip nightengale #dnd rp #dnd oc #dnd oc rp #ask blog #dnd story

[asonsgothammisadventures]

Just One Night

They said one night.

It was only supposed to be one night. It was a drunken mistake on both parties parts and they obviously regretted it. Jonathan Crane and Clotilde Ledoux both promised to the other that it wouldn’t happen again.

Until it did once more.

And again.

And again.

Neither of them were ready to admit it, but they quite enjoyed doing some rather risque things to each other. They couldn’t help it, it was too much fun.

It got to the point where eventually one night, after a particularly stressful evening, did the two end up in Jonathan’s bedroom with Clotilde pressed up against the wall and the two making out like it was their last day on earth. They whispered things to each other that neither were prepared to admit - how much Jonathan wanted her screaming his name, how much Clotilde wanted him to rail her.

They were having too much fun together. They were in bed with Clotilde on top and her dress half torn and both were messes but still so hungry for one another.

Neither had heard the door opening until it was too late. Both Jonathan and Clotilde were mortified as Edward had caught them about to fuck like wild animals.

And neither were particularly pleased with this though refused to admit it. And by the next day, Harley was made aware of the situation by Edward.

“Heya, Jon!” Harley greeted. She had made sure neither Clotilde nor Edward were there that evening. Jonathan gave her a suspicious look. Uh oh, Jon knew her too well. She took a seat across from the “rehabilitated” professor and smiled kindly. “Whatcha doing?”

“Wondering why you are just sitting there and making pleasantries when you obviously want to ask me something.” Jonathan answered bluntly. Harley grinned sheepishly before she sighed dramatically.

“Nothing gets passed you, does it?” She teased. Jonathan only half smirked. “Anyway, what’s up between you and ‘Tilde?”

Immediately, Jonathan’s smile was gone and his walls shot up once more. “Absolutely nothing. She is a colleague.”

“A colleague huh?” Harley retorted, as she leaned forward. “The kind you have a good time with in bed?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened in shock as did his cheeks turn slightly pink. He immediately snapped his head to look at Harley with ill concealed anger. “Did Ed tell you about that?! I swear to all that is unholy, I will personally throw that man into Gotham River-”

“Jonny! Calm down!” She cut him off. “He didn’t mean to. I think the sight of it traumatized him.”

“Psh. Sure! And I’m the Mad Hatter.”

Harley shook her head in disbelief before she smiled. “It’s not a bad thing. You and Clo.” She reassured.

“I assure you, Harley, there is no thing between myself and Ms. Ledoux. At most, we engage in... intercourse every now and then.” Jonathan internally groaned at himself. Here he was, admitting to Harley all of his secrets. What would he do next?

“And there’s nothing wrong with that!” Harley exclaimed, grinning. “I think it’s cute. Plus, you scored a real beaut with her. I don’t think anyone can fault you for that.”

Jonathan had to admit she was... right. Clotilde was a beautiful woman and well, both of them were adults capable of making adult decisions about their sex lives. It didn’t matter that he liked seeing her chocolate eyes tinge with the slightest bit of green when she was aroused, or hell, when she was using her magic. Or even how she sang like an absolute angel. Let alone when she gave him one of her dazzlingly charming smiles.

Simply put, she was... enticing.

It seemed Harley noticed that Jon was lost in his thoughts as she smiled. She could only hope for the best for the two. It was a pairing unlike any she had seen before. She only wished them both the best of happiness.

“Well, I’ll see you later, Jon! Take care!” She waved goodbye as she stood up and walked away. Jonathan gave her a hum in response before he properly wished her goodbye.

He hated how much his thoughts lingered on Clotilde.

#scarecrow x oc #jonathan crane x oc #jonathan crane x clotilde ledoux #canon x oc #batman fanfic #batman #mad satyrs au

[denimbex1986]

'This year, Andrew Scott and Greta Lee had roles where they had to build a strong connection with their co-stars Paul Mescal, and Teo Yoo and John Magaro, even if they did not have many dialogues. While in Past Lives, Greta played Nora, a Korean-American woman, who loves both her Korean first love and her American husband, in All of Us Strangers, Andrew played Adam, a lonely guy, whose life gets shaken up by his flirty neighbour and weird dreams about his dead parents. Both the films have garnered massive application from the audience, as well as critics.

Paul Mescal's experience working in All of Us Strangers

Previously, we got the chance to know about Paul Mescal’s experience in All of Us Strangers, where he talked about it with Natalie Portman on Variety’s Actors On Actors. While talking about the intimate scene in the film, Mescal shared, “Films like this are an indication of a distance that we’ve travelled, but ultimately there’s quite a ways to go. All I can talk about is my experience with filming those scenes. Andrew Scott’s character, Adam, who is in his mid-40s, has a difficult relationship to sex. My character serves as a safe landing space for him to re-explore his sexuality. I think sex in film, when it can be healing and sexy at the same time, that’s when it’s at its best.”

Andrew Scott's experience working in All of Us Strangers

This time, we got Andrew’s viewpoint about the sizzling scene. While talking about both their films, Lee jokingly shared that they (Andrew and Greta) could be the new Barbenheimer, “Yeah. We could do a double feature. We’re the new Barbenheimer. We need a good portmanteau. We would be ‘All of Us Past Strange Lives’. How about that?”

While talking about his chemistry with Paul, Andrew shared that he's very lovable. “He is a beaut. Whatever chemistry Paul and I might have in real life, actually, that’s neither here nor there because we have to create a kind of chemistry that’s completely different to me and Paul’s chemistry. There was sort of sexual chemistry and physical falling in love. It’s such a beautiful thing to do”, Scott shared.

Greta Lee's experience working in Past Lives

Next while talking about her romance scene in Past Lives, Greta shared that it was the very first time of her as an actor to inhabit falling in love. She added that falling in love in real life is not humiliating, but on screen, it was a little uncomfortable for her. “I mean, it’s so physical. Maybe it sounds hokey, but it’s a thing where some people describe falling in love like your internal makeup changes, that a person can do that”, Lee said.

Andrew Scott and Greta Lee share their experiences watching the films with audiences

Lastly, Andrew shared that he has watched All of Us Strangers with an audience for the first time, “I felt so exposed, seeing it in a proper big cinema. Not only have we exposed ourselves physically, but I felt like, ‘Oh, my God, they’re seeing something really vulnerable in me’.” And this reminded Greta that she had a similar situation when Past Lives was premiered at Sundance, and she almost thought that people were going to leave the hall at the end, but she was wrong. They were trying to reach and get tissues.

Truly, it's a magical feeling for the audience, as well as the actors when the films are enjoyed wholly.'

#Andrew Scott #Greta Lee #Past Lives #All of Us Strangers #Paul Mescal #Actors on Actors #Natalie Portman

[outubro5]

strangers // enhypen (1-5)

There I was right by the Hot Dog cart. Ugh. That was so not vegan. I was waiting for my friends to show up. We’ve agreed to meet at the entrance of the amusement park. Mayara’s boyfriend, Jake got us all free tickets, his friend was going to perform there or something. Lele was not coming, she was busy with all the work she had to do, I was expecting Leticia and Sunoo to arrive first, but Leticia wasn’t answering my texts, so I did what one had to do: I waited.

I was waiting there wearing my micro mini-skirt, I was looking hot as always, when suddenly I see the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on walk right across me and hold on, it gets better, we exchange glances. Shut up. I think he thought the same about me because the next thing I see is this man, stumbling over a random child. He apologizes, I smile. He’s a gentleman, I’m in love and I’ll never see him again. That’s life. I’ll get over it. Or not.

“What are you looking at?” Leticia appears out of nowhere, right in front of me. Wait, I can’t think straight. I look at her and I look back at the direction I just was looking at. He was gone. Come on, that was such a good beginning to a love story.

To my surprise, everyone was here already. They arrived together. Leticia, Sunoo, Klara, Mayara, Jake, Sunghoon and Heeseung, in that order. I greeted everyone and when I was about to tell Leticia and Sunoo every single detail about my short lived romantic encounter, Klara came to my side and whispered something inaudible in my ear, I just smiled and nodded.

“I’m serious,” she said.

“Yup,” I said agreeing to whatever the hell she’s saying.

“Then what should I do?”

“About what?” Hold on.

“I’ve already told you,” Leticia said towards Klara, Sunoo was standing arm in arm with Leticia, while Mayara’s boyfriend, Jake, was hugging her from the back, Heeseung was talking to him, Sunghoon was looking at Mayara, who was looking at us, trying to figure out what we were talking about. Well, that makes us two of us.

“Heeseung?” Mayara whispered to us, a little too loud.

“What?” Heeseung answered her. Damn, we did look guilty, still Mayara just laughed, but then Sunghoon laughed at her and we’ve all noticed. She is the guilty one, your honor. I’m innocent.

I love some juicy ass gossip. Us, the girls and Sunoo, we have been friends for the longest time and Sunoo has another group of friends: Jake, Sunghoon and Heeseung. Sunoo introduced us to them last year and Mayara and Jake started to date right away, the thing is she’s been cheating on him with Sunghoon for last half year. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. Except for Jake, or he pretends not to.

Before Mayara and Jake dated, Leticia noticed how Mayara acted when Sunghoon was around, she started it all as a joke, in spite of that, the joke turned out to be real. I added, saying that she clearly has no chemistry with Jake. Klara wasn’t that fond of him too, we all agreed on that, even Sunoo said that she should be with Sunghoon, but Mayara is crazy about Jake, not crazy enough to stay faithful though. I stay quiet because listen, my best friend deserves to have two boyfriends.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Sunoo changing the mood. exclaimed excitedly.

“It is,” Leticia answered, holding his arm, “we have so much to do.”

“We do.”

“Speaking of which, what time is your friend gonna perform?” Mayara asked her boyfriend, who looked at her, “What time is he gonna perform, babe?”

“What time is it?” He didn’t let go of her and was expecting us to answer. See. That’s why Klara dislikes him.

“It’s almost twelve o’clock.” Heeseung answered. See. That’s why Klara likes him.

Now. Klara will state things such as: “I’ve never felt this way before” about Heeseung, but when we tell her that they should make things more, let’s say, official, she runs away. Maybe it’s really because she never felt this way before or maybe she will just act like that in each and every case scenario. I don’t get it. If a beautiful man appeared to me, I would take my chances, which brings me back to the one I ran into earlier.

“Leti-”

“The concert starts at twelve o’clock,” Jake cut me. God, I beg you, let me tell Leticia about my rendezvous, “we should get going. Let’s go.”

We all gathered and passed through the ticket gate using the free tickets, oh Jake, thank you. Jake is my friend. I like Jake, just not with Mayara.

We were inside already and I got really excited for the festival. There were so many people and as Leticia remarked, so much to do, I didn’t know where to start. And most importantly, will there be dinosaurs?

“There is the stage,” Sunoo pointed out, reminding me where we were gonna start, together. We walked towards the big stage.

I was waiting there wearing my micro mini-skirt, I was looking hot as always, this time with everybody I had to meet earlier. Me, Leticia, Sunoo, Klara, Mayara, Jake, Sunghoon and Heeseung, in that order. We were standing in the crowd, close to the stage, I was looking around, perhaps I could find the man, hope is the last to die right?

It was. The flame of hope ignited when I saw that the man from earlier was not in the crowd, but he was at the stage, about to play his guitar.

“Leticia. That’s the man.”

“What man?” I just remembered that I wasn’t able to tell her, “are you referring to that one scene in Camp Rock?”

“No, but that’s a good reference. I mean, that’s the man I saw earlier,” Leticia listened, “I had a short lived romantic encounter with him.”

“Which one?” Sunoo turned his head.

“The one holding the guitar,” I couldn’t stop looking at him and I’m almost certain he was looking back at me, I was about to give my best impression of Debby Ryan.

“Oh, but that’s just Jay.”

“Jay?”

And the ignited flame of hope turned into a wildfire. The music started. Oh. It can’t be. He was playing “R U Mine?” by the Arctic Monkeys. That’s like one of my favorite songs. That’s a match made in heaven. I wonder what songs he can play. To me.

They were enjoying the performance, while I was having my moment.

“Why won’t Jay stop looking?” I couldn’t either, for all that Sunoo seemed curious, so was Leticia, “Maria, what did you do?”

“Nothing…”

“yet.”

“yet.”

“Of course, why did I not think about that before? It’s perfect.”

“What?” I pretended not to know what he was about to say. Go ahead Sunoo, please tell me that Jay is perfect for me. I’m on my knees.

“You should totally meet Jay, Maria.”

“Really? Why?” I’m on my knees.

“You will know when he comes over here once this song is over.”

And the song was over. I was really about to meet him. The man from earlier.

“And that was Jay, y’all,” Heeseung so proudly told us about their friend.

“Not real rock,” Klara came right back at him.

“Isn’t he good?” Jake asked Mayara.

“Maria actually likes that song a lot, I think it’s like one of her favorite songs,” she proclaimed, I reacted the same as that one Olivia Wilde gif, “Jay will like her, why did I not think about that before? It’s obvious.”

I was about to pee myself, Leticia was the only one who noticed.

“Here he is,” Sunghoon received him and Jay entered our little circle, “Our rockstar.”

Heeseung and Jake tapped his shoulders just like parents do. Now I could tell, he was most definitely looking at me.

“That’s one of my friend’s favorite songs, Jay,” Mayara pointed at me, me? Yes, “Maria.”

“Maria?” I’m very normal about him. He greeted me and I dream about swallowing his entire head. Jay.

“Yes.”

“I’m pleased to meet you,” he kissed my hand. Oh no, I need his blood running in my veins. Jay.

“Are we interrupting something?” Sunoo mumbled to Leticia. I heard, Jay heard too, he smiled.

“My song is over, let’s get out of here.”

“Let’s go,” Jake followed his words.

We left the crowd and stood there: Jay, Me, Leticia, Sunoo, Klara, Mayara, Jake, Sunghoon and Heeseung, in that order. Still, no dinosaurs. But, Jay. Jay.

“Babe, I’m hungry,” Mayara pouted.

“Me too,” Sunghoon replied. Again, we’ve all noticed.

“Me too,” Klara did some fast damage control.

“Me too,” Heeseung joined. Predictable.

“Then we all should go eat then,” Sunoo pulled Leticia, leaving me and Jay behind and as I was about to take my left heel from the floor, but Leticia looked back.

“Not you two.”

Yes. Perfect. They left us. I will have him all to myself and I will devour him alive.

“I saw you earlier, right?”

“Yes,” I was looking at him doing the triangle method. He was going to be mine.

“I’m so glad I’ve got to meet you again.”

“So am I,” Jay.

“Did you enjoy the performance? I don’t know, I was kinda nervous.”

“Oh, no, I loved it. I love the Arctic Monkeys, I even have a shirt.”

“Perhaps can I borrow it?”

“If you play me some of their music, you can. Sure.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Do you mean right now? Or?”

I won. He wants to meet me again. Jay.

“Whenever.”

“You know... I couldn’t take my eyes off you, ever since the moment I saw you.”

“Oh, I know.”

“That poor child,” I giggled. Jay.

“Fuck them kids!” Jay didn’t understand, “I’m kidding, I love kids,” he still didn’t understand.”

“I’m glad too that our friends left us alone, but I’m hungry, can I take you somewhere?”

“Oh, yes, I love croissants.”

“Croissants?”

“Yes. I know they are french and all, but I asked Mayara, she is french you know,” he nodded not so sure of himself, “but she assured me it’s not cultural appropriation, so it’s fine,” he thought I was funny.

“You’re funny.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You deserve a croissant,” I do, Jay, “Just wait a minute, I will go backstage, I need my guitar.”

“Sure.”

I was waiting there wearing my micro mini-skirt, I was looking hot as always, when Jay came back and took me by the hand to the amusement park’s cafeteria and ordered our croissants. I was dreaming. We sat down there and ate. Jay.

“Did you know that there are only eight ingredients in a french croissant recipe?”

“Really?” That could be a lie. I would lie. I always lie. I haven’t lied today though. Jay has altered the chemistry of my brain. However, I’m not arguing with a man with brown eyes, whatever you say gorgeous.

“Yes, I really like to cook.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Do you want me to cook for you?”

“Now you owe me two things.”

“One. I’m solving the other right now,” he finished his last bite and started to open his gig bag. Jay?

“So are you playing for me right now?”

“Just choose the song.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Any song.”

There weren’t many people at the cafeteria, most just ordered and left, but still. For me? Jay?

“But Jay-”

“Maria. Pick any song.”

“Then play “505” by the Arctic Monkeys. Please.”

“I was just thinking about that one,” No way you were, Jay.

And he started to play. I was hypnotized, I was in a trance. I was mouthing every word, I couldn’t have imagined this in my wildest dreams or worst nightmares. Jay. Yes. I’m very normal about him. Why didn’t they think about us before? It was perfect. Indeed.

“Stop and wait a sec and when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?”

I wanted to sing “Strangers” by Ethel Cain to him: “I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours? Can I be yours? Just tell me I’m yours.” Warmly reciprocated the same.

I had high expectations for the bridge. And, he didn’t let me down.

“But I crumble completely when you cry,” I sang along with him, “It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye, I’m always just about to go and spoil the surprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon.��

“Strangers” continued in my head: “Am I making you feel sick? Am I making you feel, am I make you feel sick?”

“Now you owe me that shirt.”

“And you still owe me a homemade meal.”

“I want to know you, Maria. I want to know everything about you.”

“I will see about that after the homemade meal,” who I was lying to? Oh my god, my first lie of the day. Jay, you have been beaten. I’m immune to your charms. Two lies. I’m me again. Jay. No. Yes. Jay.

“Do you have more requests? I’m all yours?”

Was he about to play me “Baby I’m Yours” by the Arctic Monkeys? I was thinking, I was thinking hard. Should I ask something by Hozier? No, it’s too soon. He probably doesn’t know how to play “peace” by Taylor Swift.

“Hey,” he greeted someone behind me.

“Now, We are really interrupting, aren’t we?” Sunoo sat by my side. Yes, you are.

“We waited for him to finish the song, at least,” Leticia sat by my other side.

“You both saw that?” Jay asked.

“Yes. She loved it, Jay,” Leticia winked at him, “now can we steal her for a minute?”

“A whole minute?”

“Yes,” they answered at the same time.

“Don’t make it two,” he smiled. I was down bad. Jay.

“Thanks,” we stood up, they both took me to the corner of the cafeteria, what were they up to? Is this giving Totally Spies! because I can totally see it, I’m Clover, Leticia is Sam and Sunoo is Alex. This was something that would happen to Clover.

“I like him,” Leticia said to Sunoo.

“He is-”

“What do you need me for? If you want to give me more details from a third person perspective of his perfect rendition of Alex Turner then I’m all ears, if it’s not, I’m going back to “505”, if you understand me,” he was there waiting for me, he was so beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Jay.

They kept looking at me. I was joking, friends come first, but Jay. Jay.

“What?” You see, I was in a hurry, “Is there a problem?”

They now looked at each other. So there was a problem.

“What is it? Tell me,” surprised, Leticiacovered her mouth with her hand. This had to be flabbergasting, “What is going on?”

“It’s Klara.”

[krazykatrina21]

Poof

Just like that 4.5 days just flew by in the blink of an eye. Just like that my life was completely turned upside down and right back up again. Just like that he was gone again, just like that i walked away again. the entire sequence of recent events feels like a very unreal and intense fever dream. as if the entire thing never even happened in the first place. the coffees on the balcony in the morning, the cuddles at night the beer pong all night long and the piano lessons in the evenings, the family dinners and the movie nights. all of these events now feel like a distant memory. i had to walk, no stride away. nothing had changed. he yet again promised me the world and yet again failed to live up to  the promise. yes he loves me, very much might i add but he also loves her. he cant date the both of us. he just cant. he cant live his years by the minute unsure what move to make next with no concrete plan in place. i cant accept that. i love him but i cant do that. first of all, i need to be commited to someone who wants to commit to just me. i need to be with someone where if they have some kind of temptation they dont cave and still failthly choose me. i need to be with someone who has a plan and the mentality to carry it out. i need to be with someone, somewhat structered. i got so used to living on quicsand i forgot what a flat and safe surface felt like. the three weeks prior to speaking to him again i began to feel the earth harden beneath my feet. i really did. and when he came back i began to sink. its was beautiful but i did. i dont wanna sink i dont want to i cant again. i need to feel safe, and protected and with someone who took care of me and only wnated me, simple me, craxy me, poet me. i cant cry over him again i just cant there have been so many tears ove rthe past 7 months i could fill up the ocean all seven . it hurts leavnig again but i need to. and i cant feel guilty and i cant be sad. i need to be strong. i need to stand tall. i need to focus on me and building a real strong relationship with someone else. i am beautful i am strong i am lucky i am so smart. i am all of these things so i can and i will stand strong and work on myself and meet someone just as strong and beautiful as me. i am capable. ill still miss it, all of it. who knows what could happen but him dating two girls is not sustainable. its not something i can be apart of any more. he said he needs time. he had 7 months. nothing changed. i need to remeber that. he admit to nothing changing. he admit to still being in the same place romatically and lufestyle wise. there were times that i looked at him and thought why the fuck am i here again? what the fuck am i doing and i just wnated to get in my car and drive far far away. he just gets under my skin but he also is teh sweetest man. my god he reminds me of my father so much. its actually concerning. am i just that screwed up that i cant save my dad so he is the facade of doing so? saving him will get my power back in some way? help my dad in some way? He is a mess. but just kike that, again, its no longer  my business or problem.

[manygalaxiesinone]

Panty & Stocking: Disgaea AU Pt. 11 Grease Angels

The two Anarchy sisters make their way over to Muffler's who's currently working on fixing up a bike while an angel woman is standing next to him.

Muffler: "And that should do it." Starts the engine. "There we go. Excellent craftmanship, as always."

Woman angel: "Thank you so much. I'm certain my brother will be relieved to finally have this back."

Muffler: "I don't blame him. This is one beaute that he's riding around with, though not as grand as my pride and joy."

Woman angel: "Seriously, I can't begin to express how relieved I am. Do you accept tips by any chance?"

Muffler: "You kidding? Of course I do. What kind of stupid question is that? I'll take cash, cards, jewelry, but if you're a little strapped, you could follow me to the back for a more...personal "thank you"."

Woman angel: Blushes. "O-Oh my. I shouldn't but..."

Muffler: "What's wrong? You're not married, are you?"

Woman angel: "I am single, but I work closely with Master Vulcanus. If he finds out about this-"

Muffler: "Vulcanus? Pfft! How's he ever going to find out? Trust me, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Woman angel: "Well..."

Panty: "Hey Muffler! I need ya for a moment here!"

Muffler: "Wha? Panty?! What did I tell you about blocking me like this?!"

Panty: "Yeah I know, but this is important, so keep your pants on."

Muffler: "Ugh fine." Looks at the woman angel. "Sorry, but that "tip" is going to have to wait. You already paid the rest of the bill so you can just take the bike and leave."

Woman angel: "Oh, okay then." Leaves.

Stocking: "So how do you know this place? This isn't on your usual hike route."

Panty: "Simple. This is the bike shop where Muffler works. I know this place because of him."

Stocking: "Okay, and WHO is Muffler?"

Panty: "An angel outcast, same as us...also my boyfriend."

Stocking: "Oh oka- WAIT, WHAT?!!!"

Muffler: "Ah, you must be Panty's sister I heard so much about. Stocking right? You really are cuter in person."

Stocking: "YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!!!"

Panty: "We're in an open relationship, but yeah. We've been together since...not too long after we started becoming outcasts."

Stocking: "You've been dating someone for years?! Why didn't you ever tell me?!"

Panty: "You never asked. Besides, I didn't think you'd care anyway."

Stocking: "Wha-...I-...you-..."

Muffler: "Is she alright? I think her mind's broken, and I didn't even touch her yet."

Panty: "She'll be fine, just give her a bit."

Muffler: "So, what do you want? You better have a good reason for that block earlier."

Panty: "Oh yeah. We need you to give us jobs."

Muffler: "You want to work here?! You blocked me because of that?! This could've waited!"

Panty: "No it couldn't. We're in a hurry to make some cash here."

Muffler: "Why? You behind on rent or something?"

Panty: "No we...wanted to buy a gift for Flonne."

Muffler: "Flonne? You mean that cute angel girl from the other day?"

Panty: "Yeah. Don't laugh but she's been a good friend to us and we wanted to do something for her, but we're 4000 HL short and we don't know how long we got before they sell out what we're trying to get."

Muffler: "It shouldn't be anything to worry about. What are you trying to get her? A tea set? Some plushie? A new watering can?"

Panty: "A Lunar Princess figurine."

Muffler: "Oh...that's different. You should've led with that."

Panty: "Really? I never pictured you for a geek."

Muffler: "I'm not, but damn some of those anime girls look hot, like that elite ice monster trainer with glasses who collects plushies, or that angel woman that evolved from a cat, or the long blonde hair lady who snuck perfume on her playing cards to pretend she was psychic."

Panty: "Well they're not real, so it's not like you can plow them."

Muffler: "Not in THIS reality. Anyway, you want a job, you got it. You can be my sexy ass assistant and once your sister mentally recovers, I can have her work the register."

Panty: "Cool. So what does our uniforms look like?"

Muffler: "The f%$#'s a uniform?"

Panty: "I'm so glad I'm dating this beautiful bastard."

#disgaea #panty and stocking