#i got super lazy with this like halfway through

[wispscribbles]

mission date (they r holdin hands)

#ghostsoap #soapghost #soap x ghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod fanart #doodle #sketch #ghoap #tumblr stop crunching my art istg #i got super lazy with this like halfway through #placed a convenient wall so i didn't have to draw hands #despite my first inspo for this art being them holding hands lol #my art

[youjustwaitsunshine]

Sebastian Vettel and Michael Schumacher, ROC 2011

Translation under the cut

Joko (interviewer): I'm scared when you're still holding the bottles, I don't trust you. First off, congratulations to you two

Michael: Yeah, thank you!

Seb: Thank you!

Joko: I don't trust you in any way!

Michael (innocently): why?

Joko: No, it's alright, what's more fun then, winning or spraying champagne? [gets interrupted by seb pouring champagne over his head]

Seb (inaudibly first, then again to the microphone): The spraying!

Joko: Spraying, okay!

Michael: now you have the answer!

Joko, to Seb: It feels like you like the car you had at the end there, that 'grasshopper' or what I'd call it [if I'm not mistaken he's talking about the roc buggy which definitely is sebs weapon of choice at roc].

Seb: Yeah, it's a lot of fun, I mean, I believe it doesn't look bad on TV either because there's stuff happening (mimicks the buggys suspension) and also it's great fun to drive, and I just said, when you exit the last corner you don't know exactly, was it enough or not and the people start screaming and cheering and you think 'it's fitting', you look, you look, you look, 'it did fit.' and then, it's of course great. Five, five times in a row - Joko interrupts, repeats 'five times in a row' - for this man it's the second time five times in a row (reaches for Michael).

Michael: Yeah, that's right.

Joko: You did, we saw it earlier, when you had to go into the shootouts again - bwoah this stuff burns in the eyes -, did you have a talk beforehand? Did you decide, are you going to drive again, are you, or what did you talk about?

Michael: No, it's clear who drives, how the slots are appointed, but we just motivated each other a bit and uh, because Sebastian was very strong on this car which I didn't drive much, he gave me a few valuable hints which paid off well.

Joko: Now I know, when one of you wins, it's always getting merry in the evenings [literal translation of german compound word 'feucht-fröhlich': moist/humid-joyful; adj; meaning an occasion where alcohol flows]; does that mean you two are going to compete tomorrow with alcohol left in your body or-

Michael: No no, alcohol is never in the picture with us.

Seb: Where did you get that from?

Joko: I was told, they told me before to talm to you about it, I just know it always gets funny!

Seb: Rumours...

Joko: Rumours, rumours. But tomorrow-

Seb: We'd have a reason now, theoretically, to toast to at least in any case

Michael: [something inaudible about toasting]

Joko: You have enough to drink left. But tomorrow against each other - does that mean separate beds tonight when you go home, yeah?

Seb: Yeah, hah, that anyways.

Michael: He doesn't like it much when you're with him in his room.

Seb: He tried before, but... I didn't like it that much. I didn't have a duvet anymore. He steals your duvet!

Joko: Thank you very much for the information, we'll see each other tomorrow,

Seb: You wanna know anything else or-?

Joko: No, I'm done now. Do you wanna knkw anything?

Seb: You want a sip?

Joko: No, I don't drink alcohol. Sad. Well, only at the moment, maybe I'll change my mind. Have a good evening, thank you very much and congratulations again to you. Until tomorrow.

Michael: Until tomorrow, thank you, have fun.

#sebastian vettel #michael schumacher #ROC 2011 #I tried to translate as literal as possible but bro theyre a mess #anyways so much to unpack here #seb is super cocky but in a loveable way and he just keeps talking it's so endearing #it's funny how chill he is when it's not f1 adjacent people interviewing him and in an 'unprofessional' setting #also i do need to know what tf happened that there was only one bed #because that story has a bit too much detail to just be a fun lie #sebichael bed sharing + duvet stealing fic when? #soz 4 typos i am tired and lazy and got distracted playing solitaire like halfway through translating #anyways joko is a p cool guy afaik; him n his co host did some genuinely good stuff when they got completely free uncensored broadcast time

[ciaraswritings]

Hello can I ask a work from you? :) Maybe Batmom pranks Bruce and the boys (plus steph and cassie) where she goes in labor. By like just putting water on the floor. It’s super chaotic and they all end up slipping on it. She doesn’t tell them it’s a prank until their halfway to the hospital and it’s just super chaotic and funny. Tysm!

Batprank

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Pregnancy, water breaking, pranking, mentions of sexual intercourse, romantic scenes between a married couple. This is not suitable for younger readers. 18+.

Word Count: 2.5K words

Summary: Batmom!reader decides to try out a prank that she found on social media.

Author's Note: Great story idea, anon. Posting this ten minutes before leaving for work, I'm not even dressed yet. So if there are typos or mistakes I'll come back later and edit them out. Don't have bad time management, kids. I hope everyone reading is safe and well, and I hope you all enjoy.

Part Two

Sunday afternoons could only be described one way in this household. Long and lazy, sometimes excruciatingly so. I was scrolling on my favorite social media app again, watching short videos. If Bruce were laying with me, he'd say I was doom scrolling. He often discouraged the kids and I from this practice of scrolling through short videos for hours on end, but there was hardly anything else to do on an afternoon like this. 

I cradled my swollen stomach, one hand resting over my navel, the other propping my phone on the bed. Inside my womb, I could feel flutters of movement, vibrations moving through my stomach. Pausing the video I was watching, I looked down at my stomach. The baby I was carrying had woken and was pushing against the front of my tummy. "Ouch. I know you're just stretching, but you have to wait to come out, little one." I returned my attention to the video of directions on how to fold towels to look like birds. 

My thumb swiped mindlessly over the screen for several more minutes. My brain wasn't really processing anything of what I was seeing. I was mainly focused on the baby's movements, feeling her stretch and kick, thinking about the cradle that Dick and Jason had put together for their little sister several weeks before and how it would soon have a newborn in it. Thinking about the songs I was going to sing to her at night. Thinking about seeing Bruce hold her for the first time. 

After about ten recommended videos that didn't interest me, I got ready to close the app. I might as well do something more useful with my time. As I swiped to view one last video, the picture of a pregnant woman caught my eye. I watched with interest as she emptied a bottle of water onto the floor next to a flight of stairs, before keeling over clutching her stomach and calling a man's name, along with the news that her water had broken. Much to my amusement, her partner came rushing down the stairs, slipping on the water and sliding across the floor on his backside. I couldn't help but chuckle. It was a good prank, though probably staged, as most pranks on this app tend to be at some level. Would this actually work? I wondered to myself. I closed the app on my phone before pressing the power button to darken the screen. Standing up wasn't my favorite, but I wanted to go see what my husband was up to.

I moved down the stairs cautiously, using the handrail. Falling could damage the organs that kept the baby safe, which is why Bruce had suggested moving to a bedroom on the first floor until she arrived. We hadn't done that yet, but it wasn't the worst idea. Anything to keep little Ava safe. Or Emma. Or something. Over the last seven months, Bruce and I had both been advocating for our own choice of name for the baby. Not that it would matter once we were finally able to hold her in our arms. 

Once I had descended down the first flight of stairs, I happened to look back at the steps behind me. It reminded me of the short video I had watched a couple minutes before. I wondered again if the prank actually worked, or if it was staged. What the family's reactions would be if I pulled that sort-of-cruel prank on them. Chuckling at the thought, I started moving towards the entrance to the Batcave.

I followed the stairs down to the dark, cold cave that I had learned to love. After all, this was home to my husband's greatest passion, and I would never try to get in between him and what made him feel fulfilled. I smiled upon seeing my dearest at the Batcomputer. Bruce was fixated on the screen, hardly noticing when I ran my hands over his shoulders from behind, my arms wrapping around his neck. "Hi there."

He looked up, not startled, but he hadn't expected my presence. "You're supposed to be resting."

I pressed a kiss to his bristly cheek. "I got tired of resting."

He turned the chair to face me. His large hands ran over my stomach, trying to feel the movement of his child, but she had already gone back to sleep, it seemed. "Can you wake her up so I can feel her?"

I looked down at him, laughing. "How exactly do you propose I do that?" 

He glared at me, but I could see the smile in his eyes. "I don't know how you do that, I've never been pregnant before."

Chuckling, I pecked his lips. "I'd want to know if you had been." Turning my attention to the screen, I noticed the faces of several inmates that had escaped the nearby asylum recently. "Getting anywhere on the case?" 

Bruce stood before turning me so my back was to the computer before kissing my lips sweetly. "You're not allowed to think about anything stressful right now, do you understand?"

I chuckled, looking up into his pretty blue eyes. "My poor baby, are you stressed?"

"Maybe. Lots of things going on at the moment." My husband knelt in front of me, pressing gentle kisses to my stomach. "Thinking about the case, the pregnancy, the company, the kids, all of it all at once."

My fingers ran through his uncombed hair. "Don't worry, the baby will be here soon, and you can scratch pregnancy off your worry list."

His eyes met mine again as he gently kissed my stomach. "I'll have a baby to worry about then. You'll tell me right away when your water breaks, won't you?" 

Smiling, I took his face in my hands. "You'll be the first to know. After Ava and I, of course." 

Bruce's eyes narrowed playfully, and he stood up once again. "You mean Emma?"

I chuckled and pulled him down slightly to brush my nose against his, our lips not quite meeting. "I mean Ava." 

"You mean Emma," Bruce grinned, kissing me passionately, stroking my stomach with his thumbs. A giggle escaped my throat, but I didn't break the kiss. He moved his hands to my hips, his caresses moving to my sides. 

"I thought you guys promised not to have sex in the cave anymore?" Stephanie's voice cut through our kiss, causing me to jump and Bruce to turn his head to glare at her. 

"We are not having sex, though we still can at eight months," Bruce gave me a side glance. 

I returned the glance. "You try having sex with a nearly full-grown baby in your tummy. Give it a try, let's see how you like it."

"Fair enough," he muttered before pecking my lips. 

Stephanie rolled her eyes as she passed us. "Disgusting, don't talk about it in the cave anymore either."

I chuckled, giving the girl's shoulder a squeeze and my husband's cheek a kiss. "I'm heading back upstairs, sex talk averted." 

Feeling Bruce grab my hand, I turned my head back towards him. "You will tell me when you go into labor?"

Reassuringly squeezing his hand, I smiled. "I promise I will. But I'm pretty sure we have some time before that happens." 

I made my way up the stairs, leaving Bruce to grump about our moment being interrupted. When I reached the landing, I was greeted by Alfred, who offered me a tall glass of water. "You'll remember what the doctor said about water consumption, madam," he held it out to me, and I almost reluctantly accepted it. 

"I do remember, but I don't think I can consume much else after that wonderful lunch you prepared for us, Alfred." 

"Flattery gets you nowhere, miss. Drink it all." He stood there so expectantly, his gaze piercing me like a sharp knife. Hesitantly, I sipped from the glass. My words had been the honest truth, I was still full from lunch. At least finishing a small amount got Alfred to turn and head back towards the kitchen. 

I looked at the glass in my hand that was still nearly full. Finishing it completely would be too impossible a feat at the moment, but I didn't feel like pouring it down the drain. I thought once again of that short video, of the woman with her own bottle of water, and suddenly, I knew exactly what to do with the remaining water. 

...

I had successfully emptied the glass of water onto the floor, a puddle beneath my feet. I made sure to splash some on my clothes before stuffing the glass inside an indoor potted bush. Someone would find it later, I was sure. The prank had been set perfectly next to the staircase on the marble flooring. Observing the scene, I grinned. If this actually were to work... 

"Damian, go tell your father that my water broke!" I yelled up the stairs for the person I knew to be in his room. 

I saw his head pop around the corner, observing with narrowed eyes, already suspicious. He was always suspicious. But my staged scene was convincing enough. Holding back mirth, I watched as his eyes widened and he made four bounds down the thirty stairs before disappearing into the Batcave's entrance.

Before I could get my laughter out of my system, Bruce, Stephanie, Damian, and Tim were tripping over each other in their haste to be by my side. I clutched my stomach and groaned in mock agony.

"Mom!" I watched with amusement as Tim rushed to my side before falling victim to the puddle of water and slipping, falling and sliding across the floor on his backside. Stephanie, ignoring Tim's accident, was the first to arrive at my side, her enthusiasm clear.

"Is Emma coming?!" She put her hand on my stomach, trying to feel the movement of the baby. I couldn't help but chuckle slightly while acting like I was in pain. 

"You mean Ava is coming!" Bruce was about to scoop me into his arms, but instead, slipped in the puddle and landed next to Tim on the marble floor. I ignored my husband's groaning and decided to fight for the victory, while still clutching my stomach. 

"Ava? You really mean it?"

"Yes!" Bruce hastily picked himself up, but I could see his bruised ego underneath his concern and panic. Before I could ensure that my battle for my daughter's name was won, I was picked up and nearly dropped again as Bruce clumsily fought with the closet door that stored the delivery bag we had packed a month or two before. "Timothy, get the bag out of the closet!"

I covered my mouth to keep my laughter inside. Tim had been watching the scene with interest from the floor, but he snapped to attention to retrieve the bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jason rounding the corner, looking like he had just woken from a long slumber. 

"Wha's goin on?" His sleepy eyes weren't registering the display before him. 

"Your mother is about to give birth in our hallway!" My poor husband growled before marching with me to the entryway of the mansion. 

"Oh, congratu... huh?" Jason blinked at me. 

"Alfred! Where's the damn car!" Bruce was sweating at this point, but I was thoroughly amused. This prank actually worked.

"In the garage, sir, would you like me to fetch it for you?" Alfred, the only calm soul in the vicinity, called from the kitchen. 

"Yes! Right now!" 

Seconds later, I was being half carried, half hauled out the front door. A small crowd of our family members had gathered, trying to be as helpful as they could, but in reality it was simply Cassandra and Stephanie badgering Bruce with questions about when they could come see the baby, Tim slipping once again in the puddle, and Jason trying to get through to Dick's cell phone. It was when I was stuck in the back seat of the car like a bag full of golf clubs that I decided it was time to come clean. "Guys, I'm just kid-" 

I was cut off when Damian slid into the seat next to me with his beloved sword drawn. "Come on, Pennyworth, drive!" His words were intensified as he waved the sword in the air. 

"Damian, no, it was just a-"

"Damian, you put that away this instant!" Bruce cut me off once again. "You'll kill your sister before she's even born!" I could see Alfred giving us a side eye from the driver's seat.

"Bruce, Bruce, my water didn't even-" 

"Don't worry, one of the kids will clean it up, let's go!" He pushed Damian out of the seat and took his place before slamming the car door shut. 

Alfred glanced at us from the rearview mirror. "Yes sir, is the madam comfortable?"

"No I'm not comfortable!" I grabbed Bruce's hand, trying to get his focus as the car pulled out of the gates.  I noticed that the car was turning the opposite direction of the hospital. "Darling, I was-"

"I know it hurts, just hang on," he pressed a kiss to my cheek before proceeding to dial Dick's number on his cell phone. "Why isn't he picking up?!"

"It was a prank!" Laughing, I grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Darling, darling, I was just kidding. It was a prank." 

His eyes were blank for a moment before the realization hit. "Are you ser... (Y/N)!" 

Chuckling, I pressed my lips to his forehead. "She's not coming yet, I just wanted to see if you'd fall for it."

"But of course I would... did... fall for it..." He grabbed my hand in mine before sighing and kissing the back of it. "Alfred, she pranked us."

"Yes, sir, she certainly did." I could see the butler's half amused glare from the mirror before the car came to a stop at a red light.

My husband pressed a kiss to my lips before giving me an unamused look. "We're naming her Emma, you've lost your naming rights."

I burst into laughter, returning the glare. "I am her mother, I have naming rights!"

He chuckled, shaking his head at me. "Not after that stunt. Don't you agree, Alfred?"

Alfred didn't respond to the question, but instead nodded at the shopping center next to the stoplight. "How convenient, we happen to be right next to the madam's favorite restaurant, shall we make a stop?"

"Yes, that's perfect." Bruce pressed a kiss to my cheek as the car pulled into the parking lot. "I'll get your usual and we can bring it home?" 

"Perfect indeed," I chuckled, still in shock that my prank had worked so well. I rested my hand on my stomach while my husband stepped out of the car. Watching him disappear into the doors of the restaurant, I looked over at Alfred. "This restaurant is nowhere near the hospital." 

"I do know that, madam." 

"And we were supposed to be going to the hospital." 

"Were we?"

"You knew?" 

Alfred turned in the driver's seat, holding up the empty water glass I had stored in the bush just minutes before, giving me a displeased glance. "I'd bury it a bit deeper next time, Miss (Y/N)." 

Part Two

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[dearest-painter]

Valentino’s daughter reader anon! What about Husk teaching the reader how to use her wings? (I mentioned Valentino didn’t care enough to do that in my last post) but she has trouble trusting people so she’s always nervous if what he’s saying is try and she acts as if she’s walking on eggshells to not make him mad like her father.

here’s another one I thought of but am too lazy to make a separate request of (I might in the future but I don’t know lol) but what if the Vs knew about the daughter but tried to keep her a secret? Like Velvette basically treated her like a dress up doll, Vox treated her like she was his assistant, I.E making her carry his coffee and other tasks that someone would need to be paid to do, and Val just ignored her existence.

you can make separate posts if you want for these, pre Angel adopting them and post, sorry I’m just excited that someone actually likes writing this idea because it’s been in my head for so long 😭😭

It’s fine!!!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship, tell me if I need to add more

Summary:Your new dad helps you fly!

Angel Dust placed the random mattress he had hose down in a spot. You were a bit scared but your mama and dad were with you! Fat nuggets sat beside it as he made a little noise. Husk sighed as he opened his wings. “Alrighty kiddo, you know how to open your wings right?” He asked. You nodded your head and opened them.

“Okay…Now Imma help you get up in the sky but after that we learn” He told you so you could mentally prepare yourself. He picked you up and flapped his wings as he went above the bed mattress, not to high but not to low. Just the perfect height for beginners. He held you out but still held you. “Okay so…we’re gonna learn how to flap. You know how to make your wings go up and down right?”

“Yeah!” You answered as you nod your head. “Okay, I need you to do that but without stopping” Husk said. You nod your head as you stared at your wings. Slowly, you started to make them go up and down over and over until there was no hesitation. Angel Dust smiled as he watched you two. He was recording as he saw this as a milestone for you.

“Okay, Now…I’m letting you go. Keep flapping” Husk stated and let you go. You kept flapping your wings but your eyes were shut as you were scared of falling. Slowly you opened your eyes and looked around then looked down. You saw Angel dust smiling widely and cheering. You then looked at Husk who was smiling a bit. “You got down the flapping kid, now…let’s do flying” Husk said which made you super excited.

You always wanted to fly so you could join him on the days he actually used his wings! He grabbed your hand as he started to fly. You copied his body so you were leaning forward a bit like he was. Angel Dust was worried about this but he noticed halfway through, Husk let you go. You were flying on your own! He cheered loudly which made you realize husk no longer was holding you. “Look mama! I did it!” You happily said as you got on the ground and ran to Angel dust smiling.

Husk smiled as he watched your happiness and interaction. He knew you still had training to do but you were a strong flyer which is a good thing in hell, you can get away from things faster.

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #Val daughter!reader #yandere hazbin hotel #fem reader #yandere x female reader

[withacapitalp]

Because the girlies really loved my last post about Argyle (and I can't remember if I put this here or not) have some more unconditional jargyle love

“I got a job today,” 

All conversation halted as over a dozens pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Argyle gave them all a half smile and shoving some more vegetables in his mouth. 

“A job?” Jonathan managed to sputter out, looking at Argyle like he was from another planet. He did that a lot, always had, so it didn't really bug him.

Argyle was fine with being weird.  

“Hawkins Pizza! Gino wants me to start on Thursday, earlier if I can. They reallllllly need the help,” Argyle said with a disappointed shake of his head, taking another bite of broccoli and telling them the whole story. 

He had gone in on an impulse while he was waiting to pick up Robin and Steve from work. He had just wanted a slice, maybe to pick some up for dinner tonight so Joyce didn’t have to cook, but he had walked into a waking nightmare. Half baked mushy dough, tomato sauce that tasted like it came right out of a jar, and a cheese blend that had zero stringiness. 

They didn’t even have pineapple. It was a complete travesty.

The owner hadn’t appreciated his observations at first, even threatened to kick him out, but he had managed to swing the man around by offering to make him a real pizza. 

Twenty five minutes later Argyle had a job offer and a super nice new boss. Turns out the dude was way chill, just overwhelmed by being one of three restaurants left standing after the earthquake. But good pizza made everyone feel better. It was one of the reasons Argyle had loved being at Surfer Boy so much. 

“Y’all won’t be able to handle the sick ass pies I’m about to be slinging,” He said with a lazy shaka and a chuckle. 

Everyone was still looking at him, but not with as much confusion. They all congratulated him,  lowly going back to the conversations they had been having before. 

Well everyone except Jonathan, but that guy was always zonked out. 

“You’re staying?” Jonathan finally asked. 

“As long as its still cool for me to crash on your couch, my guy,” Argyle answered. Shoot. He probably should have asked that first before taking the job, but he had just been excited to get to start making pizzas again. Being in Hawkins wasn’t anything like Cali, and he had jumped at the chance for something just a little bit familiar. 

“Of course it is. Stay as long as you want,” Jonathan answered automatically, not missing a beat, “I just- I-“

Jonathan cut himself off with an irritated sigh, turning to stare down at his plate. Argyle let him have the moment, bopping his head along to the music playing in his head and happily spacing out. 

Jonny needed things like this, moments where he could debate whatever was going on inside. His best friend was ‘cerebral’ as his abuela would put it- he needed time in his head to find the right thing to say. 

Or he needed time to find the courage to say he wanted to say without fear. Either way, Argyle didn’t mind waiting. 

“I guess I just didn’t expect you to want to stay,” Jonathan mumbled out, still keeping his eyes on his plate and not his best friend, “I mean given how insane everything is,” 

It was insane. It was all insane.

Two weeks ago they had been hitting golfballs into old cars and talking about how Jonathan needed to get his shit together, and now they were sitting in the living room of an abandoned cabin halfway across the country, surrounded by people who had only taken ten days to feel like family to him. 

It was insane that Jonathan’s little sister could move stuff with her mind, and there was apparently an alternate dimension full of hell beasts that were determined to break into their world and destroy everything. It was insane that he had known nothing about the guy he swore was his best friend, and it was insane that Argyle still managed to find a way to love him through all of it. 

But sometimes insane was a good thing.

“Where else would I wanna be?” Argyle said instead with an easy grin, slinging an arm around Jonathan’s shoulder and leaning into his best friend’s space. 

#jargyle #Jonathan byers #argyle #argyle stranger things #Jonathan and argyle #st #st 4 #argyle ficlet #jargyle ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet

[riordanness]

mi amor — [p.jackson]

wordcount: 1.7K

requested: no

warnings: there’s no happy ending (and there’s not gonna be a part two)

“y/n!”

I turned, hearing my name called out. My eyes fixed on Simon, my prom date. I’d had a crush on him for about a month, I think. He was super nice, and we hung out at lunch sometimes.

Anyway, he’d asked me to go to the prom with him a few days again. I was thrilled, of course, since prom was the day after tomorrow, and I’d been a little worried I wouldn’t have a date. There was nothing more embarrassing then not having a date to prom.

“What’s up?” I said, as Simon began walking next to me in the hallway. We squeezed past a couple making out against a locker, and I stopped at my locker, twisting the combination lock. I pulled open the door, digging through my copybooks.

Simon hesitated, looking everywhere but me. “Well, y/n, the thing is…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck and gazing down the hallway.

I frowned. “What is it? You can tell me.”

He finally locked eyes with me. They were a deep brown, almost black, the same colour as his hair. Dark, dark brown. “I can’t go to prom with you,” he whispered.

My vision tunnelled. “What?” I stammered. “But- but, why?” My books spilled to the floor.

“I only asked you so that the girl I like would get jealous.” Simon shrugged. “And hey, it worked. Alicia and I are each other’s dates.”

I swallowed, trying to keep a straight face. “Um… okay.” My voice sounded small, even to me. “That’s… that’s great, I guess. I’m happy for you.”

Simon cracked a grin. “Thanks. No hard feelings?”

I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor in front of me. I heard Simon walk away; I heard the bell ring for class. I stood stock-still for who knows how long, until the entire corridor was empty. Then, my knees gave way, and I slid to the ground, my head in my hands.

I was crushed. I didn’t even care about the fact that now I didn’t have a date to prom, but I’d been used! Simon hadn’t even liked me at all; I was just a tool to get with the girl he actually liked. I’d never had anything like this happen to me before. It hurt.

I couldn’t help it; I began to cry. Silent sobs shook my body. I kept my face buried in my hands, unable to do anything else.

I took a shaky breath, my ribs aching. I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to glance up hurriedly. I wiped my tears with the back of my hands, blinking them away.

The hand belonged to someone I did not want to see right now. Sea green eyes were staring down into mine, twinkling with his usual mischievous expression.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” Percy Jackson asked, kneeling on the ground in front of me.

I pushed his arm away. “Go away, Percy.”

He moved his hand, but didn’t leave. “Are you… crying?”

My jaw tightened. “Yes. And it’s none of your freaking business, okay? Just—“ My voice broke. “Just leave me alone. I’m fine.”

I turned my head away. This was just perfect. Percy and I had been rivals for forever. Our families had never gotten along, so Percy and I are just kind of automatically got into it, too. This was all I needed; Percy finding me like this. He’d almost certainly use it against me.

Percys eyes narrowed. “Okay. No need to be rude, darling.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.

He raised his hands in defence as he rose. “Okay, okay! Fine. Bye, mi amor.” He turned and headed down the hallway. I didn’t even wonder why he wasn’t in class yet. What I was wondering was the definition ‘mi amor’ was. I was too lazy to google it. I’d just ask my best friend later.

Knowing Percy, it was just yet another way to get on my nerves without seeming the least bit cruel or vindictive to outsiders.

“You look terrible,” my best friend, Annabeth Chase, commented when I slid next to her in class. She’d saved me a seat, even though the class was over halfway through by the time I finally turned up. I guess I’d just run out of tears.

I shrugged. “Simon dumped me. Turns out, he was just using me to get with Alicia.”

Annabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh… I’m sorry.”

I made a face. “Thanks, Beth. It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s totally fine.” I turned my eyes to the blackboard, then dropped them to the worksheet in front of me. “Literally none of this makes any sense.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s just maths. It’s not actually that hard if you know what you’re doing.”

I looked at her. “Well… yeah. But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

She chuckled. “Okay. True. Do you want help or just the answers?”

I rubbed the spaces between my eyes and nose. “Today, just the answers. I can’t deal with math today.”

Annabeth studied me. “Did anything else happen? You seem really tense.” Her voice took on a different tone. “Did something happen with… Percy?”

I glared at her. “First, yes. How’d you know? Second, not in the way you think, at all.”

Annabeth smirked. “You know you’re hopelessly in love with each other.”

I shoved her. “You’re literally his prom date, Beth. And, uh, hell to the no. I hate him.”

“People change!” Annabeth said, before I hit her again.

“Okay, sorry,” she squeaked. “Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

“Are you gonna stop teasing me as if I like Percy?” I countered, slamming my palm on the desk.

“Quiet!” The teacher hissed. I jumped, and slumped down in my seat, looking embarrassed.

Annabeth waited. I looked at her and sighed. “Fine. He found me after Simon did it. I was crying in the locker area, and um, he asked if I was okay.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. “See?” she whispered fiercely, waving her hand about. “He’s totally in love with you, too!”

I gave her the most withering look I could. “Annabeth, respectfully please shut the hell up.”

She tried to hide her smile, and promptly failed. “Fine. Okay.”

I sighed. “Oh, by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you. What does ‘mi amor’ mean?”

Annabeth gave me a sideways glance. “Why…?” she asked slowly. “Has someone called you that?”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Percy freaking Jackson, that’s who. Do you know what it means? I’m honestly just too lazy to look it up.”

“Yeah,” Annabeth said, still talking slow. “I do know.”

I raised my eyebrows at her expectantly. “And…?”

Annabeth hesitated. “It means ‘my love’ in Spanish.”

I stared at her. “Um, are you sure?”

She nodded.

I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture. “Well, he always calls me darling and sweetheart in a teasing, flippant way, anyway, so I guess it’s just another name he’s adding to his collection.” I rolled my eyes. “Lucky me.”

Annabeth grinned wide. “Sure, sure. Teasing, and flippant.” Her voice took on the same tone as before, her slow, teasing one.

I narrowed my eyes at her in warning. “Absolutely not, Annabeth. I hate him, I always have. I don’t like him even as a person, let alone as anything more than that.”

She shrugged. “Okay. As you wish.”

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. Only one more class, and I could go home. Hopefully we didn’t get any homework. I suddenly remembered what class I had next. Science, with Mrs K. She always gave us homework, and it was usually projects with other people. I hated those more than anything.

“Good luck,” Annabeth said, reading my expression. “I’ll text you those math notes tonight.”

I gave her the thumbs up, and headed to my class. Our school always had a seven minute break between classes, because our hallways were pretty long and confusing. So, as usual, kids milled about, chatting and texting and making out. I wove my way through, switching books at my locker, and weaving my way to the science lab.

On the way, I got sidetracked because a kid had spilled milk all over the floor, and the duty teachers were freaking out, and not letting any kids walk around it. So, I had to go all the way outside and to the other entrance to the lab.

Of course, that made me late. I apologised to Mrs K, and quickly told her why I wasn’t on time.

“That’s fine, y/n,” she said graciously. She was actually a lovely lady, but she always gave us way too much homework, and always wanted us to ‘cooperate with each other’. “Just go find a seat. I think there’s one available next to Percy.”

Oh, great, I thought. Sure enough, almost all the seats were full, except for two: one beside the class clown, who always put his gum on people jackets, and Percy. For once, I preferred Percy.

I dumped my books on the desk and slid next to him on the bench. In the lab, the desks were joint as in all the other classrooms, but the chairs weren’t separated. They were small benches that were basically just a wide chair.

I sat right on the edge, as far from Percy as possible. I stacked my books and pencil case like a wall between us on the desk.

Percy shot me a playful glance. “Hey,” he said. I ignored him.

Throughout the lesson, he tried relentlessly to get my attention; poking me, whispering in my ear, writing little notes and sliding them under my arm, knocking his shoe against mine. I wilfully ignored all of his attempts.

Finally, class was coming to a close. Then, unfortunately, Mrs K decided to announce that, yes, we did indeed have homework.

Even worse, it was a group project. Partners, and we were not going to be allowed to choose our partners. Mrs K, had, in fact, already chosen them, and there was to be absolutely no changing or swapping or complaining.

I crossed my fingers. Please, I thought, please just don’t be Percy. Anyone but him.

“y/n y/l/n, and Percy Jackson.”

I slumped forward on the desk, resting my forehead on the cold wood, and squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. “Could this day get any worse?” I muttered to myself.

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #pjo series #leah sava jefferies #walker scobell #aryan simhadri #pjo tv show

[undeaddove9]

Charmoree children!!!

the kids are here yeyeyey. I got lazy halfway through and I have to study for my upcoming test lol.

Here are Vince and Rody's children, Annabelle and Lucas. They're the exact opposite of each other, just like their parents, but they get along quite well.

Annabelle is super friendly and likes to cling onto every person she meets, while Lucas is less sociable and dislikes communicating with others except for his sister and parents.

Annabelle has Rody's personality, cheerful, optimistic and sometimes clumsy. While Lucas has Vince's personalily, cold but sometimes nurturing and protective.

#dead plate #charmoree #charmoree children yippee

[lotstradamus]

Ok but ultimate skincare routine? Your skin looks fab ✨ (if the answer is I like to scrub my face with clear water I'll take it too)

thank you kindly! I’m finally at the stage where I’ve stopped Trying New Things because I’ve found a routine and a selection of products that work perfectly for me. (acting like it was a choice and not that Into The Gloss stopped putting out content and therefor I stopped being influenced by Top Shelves.)

- I cleanse with DHC Deep Cleansing Oil, which is my favourite and the best cleanser I’ve ever used. the hype is real. when I’m feeling too lazy for it I cleanse with Baby Lotion on a cotton pad (amazing makeup remover) followed by micellar water. 

- I exfoliate with Glossier Solution. I’m probably on my 5th bottle of it, and I got my girlfriend hooked as well. it is phenomenal. when I first bought it I was like THIS DOESN’T DO ANYTHING EXCEPT STING but I stuck with it and it’s now a holy grail product. if I run out I panic. 

- the only serum I really use is The Ordinary’s Niacinamide 10% + Zinc 1% (I’ve also used Glossier Super Pure which is niacinamide and zinc and liked that too).  

- in the summer I use Nivea Q10 day/night creams to moisturise, and in the winter I use regular ol’ Nivea or Glossier After Baume if I’m reeeeeally dry. it’s so thick it’s like Playdoh, I love it. 

- the only thing I’m still Trying To Decide On is retinol; I’ve used a couple of different brands (Boots Ingredients and The Inkey List, both fine) but haven’t noticed enough of a change/improvement in my skin to become hooked. obviously I would also love to try Lotion P50, but I have bills to pay. 

- SPF. luckily before I ‘got into skincare’ I was still a super pale redhead, so I always did SPF. I HAD NO CHOICE. I try to use a special face one and not just slap on my Nivea Sun Baby 50+ Very High, but sometimes I just slap on my Nivea Sun Baby 50+ Very High, especially in the summer. I’m currently using a La Roche-Posay one, but I’m not brand loyal.  

- I’m wringing the life out of a tube of Sunday Riley’s Good Genes that my aunt bought me as a gift. if I was slightly richer it would be on my biannual shopping list. 

- if I do get a spot, I whack a hydrocolloid patch on it. COSRX have great ones, but the Hydro-Star ones are so much cuter. 

all of this with the disclaimer that both of my parents have always had clear skin and I wear very little makeup. you won’t catch me putting anything heavier than a bb cream on my face. both times I’ve had ‘professional makeup’ done to me I arrived with clear skin and could feel myself breaking out halfway through the wedding breakfasts. diet-wise I would die before cutting out dairy and carbs but I do drink a lot of water! HOPE THIS HELPS YOU ON YOUR SKINCARE JOURNEY!!

#answered #that was fun #the first time I slept over at my girlfriend's I found St Ive's Apricot Scrub in her shower #I literally threw it in the bin in front of her face and told her I'd send her a list of exfoliants she could buy instead #and now we're getting married! #truly shocking! #skin care #I probably have answered this question 10 times with 386375283 different products lol

[demonic0angel]

The CN novels that inspired Ghost Games

All of these story recommendations have mlm or gay romances!! I wish I could offer other kinds of romance/horror CN novels but none of them inspire me much. Click on the names for the links!

Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin: (recommended) A man dies and a system gets attached to him, before he goes into multiple worlds and saves the people he transmigrates into

(A brilliant webnovel that I absolutely adore because it manages to circumvent every bad stereotype of QT novels but the translations are slow. Ghost Games is specifically inspired by its 5th arc) [UNCOMPLETED]

Supernatural Movie Actor App: (recommended) A man finds an app where he has to "act" in horror movies to earn points for his wish to make his lover a body

(An amazing webnovel that is filled with fun, action, and suspense; the main characters are brilliant and I loved how each arc keeps you excited) [COMPLETED]

Card Room: A policeman and a forensic scientist accidentally fall into a game where they have to go through different trials in order to survive

(A fun and mysterious novel, tho it's very long (around 500 chapters) and I stopped halfway through) [COMPLETED]

Edit: I finished it! I recommend it only if you have the time to read it through, and although the ending suffered bc the author got lazy, it was actually a fun and interesting read! The cards/trials were all super interesting, so I had fun! (Recommended)

Kaleidoscope of Death: (recommended) A man accidentally enters the 12 doors, which is a supernatural event that can either save him or kill him

(Everyone and their mother is in the reviews section with EXACTLY identical reviews: "this novel is great but the plot twist is trash. Five stars" 💀. I agree with them. A fantastic and HELLA scary novel but as long as you avoid the extras (which holds the plot twist), the novel is amazing. After reading it, I was afraid to open cabinets for a while and no longer feared death 😔 it is so bloody) [COMPLETED]

High Energy QR Code: (recommended) A man tries to investigate his brother's death, and in doing so, falls into a game world

(I really enjoyed this fic bc it's similar to Supernatural Movie Actor App where the MC is naturally intelligent without seeming obnoxious, and the stories and arcs are all well thought out, creative, and fun. There's also somewhat found family, which I love. It was so much better than what I was expecting, but then again, the author has always made amazing stories (They’ve literally created the most highly rated novel on NovelUpdates and that novel inspired me as a person fr fr no cap. Highly recommend!!! It will change your life!!)) [UNCOMPLETED]

A Crowd of Evil Spirits Line Up to Confess to Me: A man who can see ghosts gets pulled into a ghost game, but there's always a ghost in it that seems to fall in love with him

(A fun novel with a protagonist that is kind but doesn't feel like Virgin Mary, but the translations are slow and I stopped reading bc of it) [UNCOMPLETED]

Non-Human Seeing Re-Employment: An ancient ghost finally gets his own human body before he gets sucked into a horror game

(A nonsensical and crackish webnovel with overpowered MC and ML; read it for fun, not for plot) [COMPLETED]

After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle: A ghost gains a new body and then gets himself transported into a horror game to earn wishes

(Actually, I dropped this story really early on bc it was like… a less interesting and more boring version of Supernatural Movie Actor App 😶 like it had nearly all the same ideas but it was executed quite plainly and when I caught myself complaining about it, I realized I didn’t have to suffer through it so I dropped it. It’s not bad, just ordinary imo. One of its arcs DID inspire me tho so… you can make your own opinions about it) [COMPLETED]

#story recommendation #danmei #ghost game au #dpxdc #dcxdp #if you’d like to chat more about my recs or CN novels in general I am here and willing to talk :3 #don’t be afraid :))) ask me questions :))) go on :))) ask :))) #feel free to ask questions #cn novels #translated literature

[superwhumpage]

Psych Thoughts

So I’m halfway through S8 and I’ve had this feeling for awhile, but it’s really frustrating how they really make Shawn out to be really stupid. I remember in the first few seasons, he was super cocky and a goofball, but they still highlighted the fact that he’s incredibly intelligent and a great detective. I just feel like in the later seasons (especially after he gets together with Jules post-reveal), they just got lazy with his characters and just let him be an immature jerk all the time. 

Anyone else feel that way? 

#Psych thoughts #psych #shawn spencer #sorry I'm kind of anti shules #I don't like how Juliet treats Shawn like he's an idiot all the time #just acknowledge his ADHD genius #He's so smart and no one talks about it!! #UGH #I'm a lassiter stand

[steeklover]

You guys sleep on their friendship too much 😔

Time-laspe (I tried to download the video and attach it to this post but I think it was too big and my computer is tired because it won't download. That is the link, you can watch it if you'd like too, I know I like to watch art time-laspes. It is around fifteen minutes though, I didn't know how to make it any faster so there's your warning)

(Okay so I'm just now realizing that the part of the video where I used actually colors got cut off 😐And I can't even fix it because I've already deleted the clip off my computer and emptied my recycle bin. I'm so upset now, I'm sorry 😭😭I'm not a tech savy person at all)

You don't have to read this if you don't want to, it's more of an artist's note to myself. If you want to know more of my thought process while doing this then you can read it though.

First, I just want to give credit to the base I used!

Second, I used Krita to draw and Canva to put the video together. I've never really used another drawing app/software thing before (I've used Procreate a few times on my sister's IPad but it's not like I'm going to draw anything South Park on there) so I don't really have anything to compare it too. It's free though so... how much better can you get. The only thing I don't like about it so far is that the fill tool kind of sucks but it's not too bad, you just have to go over the edges to get a solid color (at least from my experience). And I've been using Canva for a while now, I've put together a few videos before but not in a while so I was a little rusty. The only thing I don't like about that is that I have to pay for an upgrade if I want to download a long video.

I started trying to draw seriously in April and now it's July so it's been like two months (?). I haven't posted anything since May I think but I've still been drawing a lot, I just haven't finished anything worth posting up until today.

I started out drawing this thinking it was going to be bad. Then about halfway through I thought it might actually turn out alright. Then I finished it and I kind of hate it. I think it would be much better if I practiced shading and textures but I'm too lazy for that, at least for now.

I hardly know anything about art, whether it be digital or traditional. I don't know anatomy, color theory, perspective, none of it. You can see on the time-lapse that I basically traced the base I used, did the faces and clothes and then colored it and that took me ALL DAY! Granted I had breaks like when I made my lunch and ran over to my grandma's house but other than that, I've been working on this piece (along with Stan but I did most of Stan yesterday, I just colored him this morning).

I have mad respect for every single artist out there because this is so hard... but for some reason I want to keep doing it. I know it's going to be super satisfying to look back on my art work from two years ago and see how much I've improved (hopefully I've improved, please tell me I'll improved)

As you can probably tell, I didn't get everything in the time-laspe. Recording the process was so hard, I tried to do it with Stan yesterday but I barely knew what I was doing and I kept getting called by my mom to do stuff so I had to keep pausing and un-pausing so I gave up and tried again today. I think my computer is worn out by working all day because not only have I been drawing on it all day but I have also been editing the video all day. I really like when artists post time-laspes though because it gives me an idea of their process and it's really nice to watch.

But anyway, I ended up giving Jason eyeliner because one) he's metro, two) I headcanon him wearing eyeliner (same thing with Tweek) and three) he needed a little something MORE to him, if that makes sense. I orginally wasn't going to give him eyeliner because I was afraid he would look too much like Tweek but once the picture was done, I decided they wouldn't look too similar. I also gave Tweek and Jason both freckles because for Jason, it's canon and for Tweek, it's my headcanon for him. You probably can't tell that Tweek has freckles because I made them really faint (on purpose) and I like to think he'd only have a few on his cheeks and nose. I gave Jason a lot though because I'm pretty sure that's how it is in the show. Lastly I forgot to color Jason's shirt in so that's everything that's not on the video.

I think the hardest thing for me was the eyes and the clothes. I have a love-hate relationship drawing eyes. I love looking at how different people draw their eyes but when it comes to drawing my own eyes... yikes 😬Also I think it's the facial proportions that might make this seem off, I think I have a bad habit of making the eyes too big but that's what I've been doing ever since I was a little kid so now if I make the eyes small, it just looks off. And again, I didn't do anything shading so it probably makes the picture look flat. Plus I have no idea what I'm doing.

I also usually have a hard time drawing hair but today I had a pretty easy time doing it. I was really surprised. Also another headcanon of mine for Tweek is that he has platinum blonde hair. I love platinum blonde hair and just blonde hair in general and his hair is SO YELLOW, I feel like if he was older than he'd dye it. Also they are both teens in this picture.

Tweek looks really pasty here, I tried to give him pale skin but I didn't mean for it to be THAT pale.

I think that's all I have to say. If you read this and have any tips for me, I'd love to hear them. I'd love to redraw this in a few months or maybe in a year if I decide to keep drawing, I know there's defiently room for improvement.

Despite all the complaining I just did, I don't HATE this picture per say. I really like my art style, it's simple but cute (imo of course). I feel like if I learned more about shading and learn how to draw faces and clothes better than I'd do a lot better. I think Stan was a lot cuter but this is cute too.

Lastly, ignore the two random dots if you find them, I'm too tired to fix this.

Anyway, if you read all of this, I really appreciate you! Have a great day/night! ❤️❤️

#south park #south park fanart #tweek tweak #jason white #sp tweek #sp jason #sp twason #twason #tweek x jason #jason x tweek #this can be seen as platonic or romantic #metro tweek #metro jason #south park is gay #south park metrosexual #my art

[arceespinkgun]

Jazz is much more interesting and multifaceted than people give him credit for. And it's super disappointing to see how the fandom interacts with him, especially as a black-coded character. The sheer amount of casual racism and fetishization is distressing, especially because it's mainly dispersed by his so-called "fans"

Jazz's interpersonal relationships are very fascinating and could be an important part of his character. However people seem to be unable to properly handle or understand that aspect of him; both official creators and fans. While I don't claim I know the character better than anyone else, I also don't think it's that hard NOT to write anti-black content and fetishize the character

An opinion I have which could almost be called controversial, is that I don't think Jazz and Prowl should get along at all. I would like them to be dysfunctional, I love them as worsties. I don't want them to have a bonding moment where they suddenly understand each other and work in tandem harmonically. I want them to retain that conflict of clashing ideologies and methods. I want them to agree to disagree, rather than meet each other halfway

I really feel this—at this point, I've seen most of the media Jazz appears in, and there's so much to his character that just doesn't seem to be engaged with at all. For example, how social is Jazz really? This is the guy who just stood in a field and let snow completely cover him in one episode of the Sunbow cartoon... and he often comes across as isolated from the people around him. How much of this is because he won't open up, and how much of it is because he is just a very independent person? Could he be a secret introvert? How deep are his friendships with others when many of them seem to amount to "the person Jazz hangs out with" and there are often fewer interactions between him and his friends than you'd think? These are just a few fascinating questions about the character that people rarely ask.

The rest of my response got really long so I'm putting it under a cut:

While I'm Asian and not Black (and I don't want to speak over the voices of Black fans) the racist, anti-Black tropes found in a lot of fandom writing about Jazz truly do seem like they could be so easily avoided. Basically every single one of them involves interpreting the character in the exact opposite way that multiple different series portray him! One example is how many people write him as being lazy/trying to get out of work constantly—no version of Jazz has EVER been portrayed this way in ANY series, so wouldn't it be so easy to just not?! I'm 90% certain that this is due to a mix of people's racist biases showing through in their fanwork, and also the uncritical replication of other people's racist fanwork without actually stopping to look at who this character really is (also largely caused by racist biases).

I'm not letting racist tropes in actual TF series off the hook, but I'd really wish that as transformative media the creations of fandom would be attempting to address and improve these issues instead of making them 10,000x worse by adding racist tropes that weren't even present in canon. For example, how is the Sunbow cartoon—the show so racist it had fucking Carbomya in it—one of the best portrayals of Jazz there is? I feel sad that the continuities most often discussed are some of the ones that serve the character the worst, actually. Like basically nobody's going to talk about how Jazz bravely fought Galvatron one-on-one in the Marvel comics or anything.

When it comes to Jazz and Prowl—I have very mixed feelings. I took no issue with them being longtime friends in some earlier media like the Marvel UK comics run or the Dreamwave comics, and I felt like it made a lot of sense with how they're characterized. But it doesn't seem like people examined or explored it. Instead, what's popular is layer upon layer of racist tropes (and other gross, strangely essentialist ones—why are fanfic writers so weird about characters from Praxus?) and in later canon media (with IDW2 being the worst in its messaging), Prowl has been so linked to police brutality and more issues than I can even go into here that it feels deeply inappropriate for these characters to be friends now. Because of these issues, I even feel uncomfortable having acknowledged that they were friends in any media, and while normally I'd analyze this dynamic in more detail or show excerpts that highlight it, I don't feel like I can because I can't trust people to not be gross in response.

I also remember the whiplash between IDW's Spotlight: Jazz (very underrated story by the way) in which Prowl is maybe the kindest anybody has ever been to Jazz, versus a couple years later, Prowl thinking it's a good idea to POINT A GUN TO JAZZ'S HEAD to get his attention. It's bad enough that the character the Autobot logo is depicting is horribly stained in this way—very disturbing—but I feel even worse knowing that something that was once nice for Jazz has been so ruined in both canon and fandom. I think this situation is beyond the scope of fans to tackle and that TF just needs to get its shit together regarding social issues. That being said, I feel like this makes it even more important that fans stop replicating racist tropes in their fanwork, since that's making the situation even worse.

TL;DR Jazz is great and if I see one more fic in which Prowl stops Jazz for speeding I'm going to explode

#also I hate that IDW2 left a stain on characters like Nightbeat and Chromia #didn't the first IDW series do enough damage by having Optimus and JAZZ be cops?! #my analysis #Jazz #Prowl #long post #transformers

[transingthoseformers]

Do you have any AUs you really like kicking around that you haven't talked about as much?

Yessss actually! I popped in a read more, if you don't mind

There's my Dynamo and rescuebots au, which I've written a bit about (and ended up freaking out halfway through the last ficlet of it😅)

I play a lot with my tfa Mockingbird oc and how they'd be created and introduced to the autobots

I had this old au was was based on the cyberformed earth concept but it was naturally based around a random character who wasn't autobot or Decepticon adjacent and almost in a sorta "okay fuck, the apocalypse happened, now i have to map the terrain and learn new things" way

I frequently find myself going back to the plotline of the tfp autobots capturing a semi-rogue Decepticon who just... stays there and both parties get attached. Sometimes said con was friends with orion and tronus before the war, sometimes not. I have found similar plotlines that are same but earthspark.

I've played around with a bayverse x tfp continuity before as i think they would compliment each other nicely worldbuilding wise

I've probably posted about it before but the idea of Megatron having a friend/amica/whatever in the backround who absolutely gave the shovel talk to Orion and is frothing at the intake to bestow said shovel consequences to Oppy for breaking Megatron's spark

Tfp but Whirl comes to earth plotline, and Bulkhead actually gets super protective of Whirl because he fucking knew what that guy went through and is gonna set things right this time

"Oh Fuck Overlord? On Earth? I guess the autobots, Decepticons, and humans have to work together against this menace"

I've posted about it before but the LL coming to the tfp universe

The Transformers: the play au me and Techni went back and forth on!

Posted about this before but a tfa "Decepticons win and most/all autobots are captured" situation where a moderately higher ranking Decepticon finds the situation sorta fucked up and slowly but surely acts as a double agent to betray the Decepticons and get as many autobots as possible onto drumroll here a tfa version of the Lost Light!

The one tfa oc Firefłight being a lazy big bastard with a frenemies-ish situation with Fanzone and pushing Starscream off of tall buildings

Naturally rescue bots plotlines that include them coming to the tfp base oh naturally

I don't talk about it a bunch but during Serotonin Syndrome two: electric boogaloo I went on an absolute streak with the tf: a&p au that was very much based on a single valveplug tfa megs x tfp optimus ficlet I saw

I had this one au i wrote a bit about where the matrix got damaged in a boom boom and Oppy had essentially the opposite of the Orion Arc happen— he was in his old frame but has the same memories and personality (ish). I think i called it Optimus Pax

My Liason from Hell bayverse au, from au dungeons!

The one au I made a loooong time ago around the 4/9/21 thing, which was oc x oc with one having an alt based on draco lizards and the other on striped hyenas— i believe both ended up carrying at the same time, it was Ferrous and Carnage? Yeah.

I talk so little about spinocon aus but they have so many storylines like way so many

O ooo oo o i sorta forgot about it but my "Why Earth? Always Earth?" Au that was an animorphs x Transformers au, i never truly followed up on that

Back when i was watching Supernatural oh i naturally made an au based on that that i never wrote down, I think Miko was sooorta like a wereworf but fox based? Yeah it was Sam and Dean meeting the autobots but we can put Castiel and Crowley in there too

Lottttts of ex-DJD plotlines where said character joins the autobots

Oh i had this one idea based on the humans cloning a Cybertronian from CNA samples but i didn't follow up on it

That one au idea i had where Megatron was gonna have a new kid and a few of his previous ones who have never met ever over the vorns finally meet and it's almost a nostalgia sorta au but has the tone of a will reading, like fuck they not only learned of eavh other recently but they're gonna have a sibling? And these kids are soooo different because megs made them during vastly different parts in his life, it was tfp/mtmte continuity mix

I've ran "Starscream meets the rescue bots" storylines beforr

Just way too many work together plotlines based on the quality of mercy series

The blatant isakai au storylines where each human that becomes a Cybertronian died in their respective universes and woke up in the tfp one in Cybertronian frames!

#maccadam #transformers #aus #i have... too many. #too many damn aus #oh this easily covers a good 3ish years of various aus and storylines #alternate universes #most of these i never followed up on #and i don't think i will #some have posts #some don't #some of these are super duper receng #some I've been running for years #some are old as hell but i just remembered now #plus there's the goddamn go charlie! dream with it's own fan continuity ig? it was vaguely g1 based #^w^ i am. insane. #this took so long to write but i love it #it's mostly tfp_ a nice amount of tfa_ some rescue bots and bayverse_ and a single earthspark plotline

[sleepysnk]

a/n: we’re back to the beach! i hope you guys enjoy this chapter. this was particularly one of my favorites to write, so i hope you guys like it 🤍.

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, fluff, arguing, some brief angst if you squint, tooth rotting fluff.

The Beach: Chapter Sixteen

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Your day had been going wrong in every single way possible.

You swore you were at your limit. Every little thing was bothering you, and one tiny movement could set you off. You weren’t sure how you were managing to get through your classes, but you were doing it somehow.

It all started this morning, and things got worse from there.

Unfortunately, you had spilled your latte all over the passenger seat of your car. It left a brown stain all over the fabric, and it took you forever to clean it up. There was also this aroma of coffee that danced around your car for the rest of the day. It was annoying, and it honestly was super overwhelming if you were being honest. You swore you opened your window about sixty times during the trip to school.

Then, you thought things were going to get better, but little did you know it wasn’t going to end that way.

In your chemistry class, you got paired with someone for a lab you had to do. Your professor had stated that you had no choice but to do it with somebody. This was due to the lack of materials for the lab, so he paired you with a random student in your class. 

Sadly, you were placed with someone you didn’t know, nor did you think they were the best lab partner. They were honestly super lazy, and they didn’t even fill out the lab procedures which were given out almost three days prior. 

Halfway through your lab, they fucked up what you had to do.

It was a small mistake, but they weren’t taking responsibility for it. Instead, they claimed it was your fault for not explaining what to do, and it irritated you. It wasn’t even your fault! You wanted to hit them in the face, but you bit your tongue since you were in class. If it was outside of school, this person would have gotten an earful.

Everything from today left you in an extremely sour mood. Your whole day went to shit, and all you wanted to do was retire to your bedroom. Maybe your shitty mood would somewhat improve if you went home and relaxed with a nice movie.

You were currently walking back to your car. You were persistent to get to your apartment. If one more thing got in your way, you’d probably snap. It wouldn’t be good for anyone who sees it though.

You were rushing around the people who were walking on campus. Too many people were walking like idiots. You especially hated walking behind people who walked slow as hell. 

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

An annoyed feeling took over you. Who wanted to speak to you right now? All you wanted to do was go home! Why was there always something stopping you from what you wanted to do? 

You whipped your head to find out who was calling for you. Your eyes then settled on Obito who was jogging towards you. Being honest, you weren’t in the best mood to see him. Sure, he didn’t do anything, but your social battery was drained from all that had happened today. Conversing with him would probably make you pass out.

Yet, you put on a fake smile as he was now standing in front of you. Obito seemed really happy to be talking to you.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you all day,” he looked down at you with a smile.

You wished you could tell him how angry you were, but you simply didn’t have the energy for that at the moment. If you did, you’d be a ranting mess right now. 

You sighed, looking down at the floor. “Um.. I’m doing okay, what about you?” you then looked up at him.

Obito shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m good, but are you sure you’re doing okay? You seem a little upset,” he had this look of worry on his face.

You played with the keychain in your pocket. “I’m fine, I gotta get going though, so I’ll talk to you later,” you waved at him before trying to walk past him.

“Wait,” he said, “Do you want to come and hang out? We could go and get ice cream,”

Pausing in your tracks, you turned around so you were now facing him. You honestly weren’t in the mood to hang out with him. Your day was absolutely shitty, and you didn’t have the energy to hang out with him.

“Obito, I had a really long day. I think we should hang out another time,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

He seemed a bit disappointed to hear that response. “Are you sure? I could walk you home, or I can hang out at-“

“Obito!” you interrupted, “I’m not in the mood to hang out right now! Can you please understand that?”

Hearing the words flowing from your tongue out loud made you cringe. You sounded so mean just now, and you didn’t mean for it to slip out like that. 

Obito had this expression of sorrow and hurt on his face. You felt like shit right now. Did you just fuck something up? It seemed like it, and now you were in total regret. Snapping at him wasn’t how you wanted to come off. 

“Um, right, sorry. I’ll talk to you later, (Y/N),” he turned around and began to walk away from you, leaving you by yourself.

You let out a sigh, realizing what you’ve done. 

You were never a hostile person. You were never like that towards Obito of all people, and you knew you were wrong in doing that. It just happened in the heat of the moment. You couldn’t control your tone in that situation. You really had to control yourself next time. 

You needed to fix things, and quickly. 

-

Hours went by, and you were currently sulking in your apartment by yourself. Your day was long, and the sun had gone down hours ago. 

Konan left to go to work, and you had nothing to do. You couldn’t focus on anything because of what happened earlier. You felt really guilty for making Obito feel like shit. It wasn’t your intention at all. There was just so much stuff going on that day, and he kept pulling your leg. He didn’t deserve that type of treatment though!

He hadn’t texted or called you since everything happened. He usually sent you a text throughout the day, but this time he was silent. It was all crickets on the other line, and you hated it.

The clock on the wall showed that it was nearly eight o’clock in the evening. By now, you’d go and take shower, and then start doing a few assignments. Though, you didn’t have the focus to do homework. All you wanted to do was fix what happened with Obito.

Staring at your laptop screen, your mind felt like static. There was nothing to think about, and you were honestly super bored. 

You thought about calling Obito, but you didn’t know if he would pick up. What if he ignored your call or said something rude to you? You didn’t deny that you didn’t deserve that though. He had every right to give you the silent treatment. 

God, you felt like shit for what you did. You wished you could just reverse time and erase what happened. 

You figured you’d try to fix it tomorrow. You didn’t want to poke at the issue more than you have. He probably didn’t want to talk to you anyway, so it was best for you to leave him alone.

You stood up, closing your laptop in the process. You were honestly really hungry, so you decided to go and find something to snack on before you showered. 

As you walked to the cabinet, you heard the sound of knocking coming from your apartment door. 

Confused, you looked over at the wooden door. There was clearly somebody behind it, but you weren’t sure who it was. You wondered if it was possibly Konan. Did she forget something at home? You doubted that, because she would text you to bring it to her. 

You crept towards the door. Another knock came as you walked closer. You hoped it wasn’t some weirdo looking to kidnap you or something. Your apartment building did have a few suspicious people living in it, but you never opened the door for strangers.

You placed your fingertips on the wood. You then looked through the small hole on the door. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

It was Obito.

Unlocking the door as quickly as you could, you opened it within the snap of a finger. He was surprised to see you standing there, but you were more relieved to see him than anything else.

“Hey, sorry if right now is a bad time. I just wanted to come-“

“No, no! It’s not a bad time at all.. I actually wanted to come and talk to you,” you cut him off.

Obito brushed his fingers through his hair. “Oh, what about? I actually wanted to talk to you as well,” he laughed.

You motioned for him to come inside of your apartment. He stepped inside, and you pushed the door closed with your hand. 

“Obito..” you started, “I’m so sorry for snapping at you earlier. You didn’t deserve that at all, and I understand if you’re pissed at me,”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. You fidgeted with your fingers as you wondered what he was going to say. Was he going to yell at you or something? You hoped not, because you were genuinely sorry for what you did. He was a nice guy, but you didn’t know what pushed his buttons and what didn’t.

You finally looked at him when you felt his presence suddenly become close to your body. He ran his fingers along the swell of your cheek, which made you furrow your eyebrows.

“I actually came here to apologize too.. I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons like that. You were clearly having a bad day, and I should have respected your boundaries,” he had this serious look on his face.

Reaching up with your right hand, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. “Obito, you don’t have to apologize for anything! I shouldn’t have talked to you like that,” you shook your head.

His thumb rubbed circles along your skin. “Hey, hey, don’t worry about it. I’m not even mad about it.. you had every right to snap at me,” he replied, “Don’t stress, okay, beautiful?”

Relief and assurance took over you like a tidal wave. You were so comforted by his words. You were mostly glad that Obito wasn’t pissed at you, because you wouldn’t know what you’d do if he was. 

You smiled, looking up into his eyes. “I’m glad you aren’t mad..” you squeezed his wrist lightly.

Obito slipped his hand so it was now resting behind your head. “How could I stay mad at you?” he raised his eyebrow.

He then leaned towards you, pressing a kiss onto your lips. It was soft, but most of all, it was gentle. Kissing him made all of those worries inside your head disappear, and now you were left with happiness.

Obito pulled away, looking down at you with a smile. “Do you want to get out of here? Maybe I can try to understand your shitty day,” he cocked his head to the side.

Your eyes flashed with excitement. “Yeah.. yeah! Let’s go! I’m down to go anywhere with you,” you smiled brightly at him.

A smile slowly grew on his features as well. “Bet, I have a spot that’ll be perfect. I go there sometimes when I’m stressed,” he took your hand as he watched you put on your shoes.

You grabbed your keys off of the key ring. “Let’s just go! I wanna go wherever you want to go,” you shoved your keys into your pocket.

“Well.. let’s get going then,” he said.

-

The car ride was pretty long. On the way, you and Obito listened to music, and the two of you even got some ice cream from a dessert shop that was in the direction of his little hang out spot.

You were having such a great time.

You didn’t think you’d have this much fun tonight, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. He made you feel so happy. It almost made you forget about the shitty day you had, and you couldn’t be more grateful for Obito. He really knew how to make you feel better. 

You looked up when you felt the car shift into park. You didn’t even realize that you were already there. The area also seemed a bit unfamiliar to you, because you were pretty far from campus.

“We’re here,” Obito said, looking over at you.

You unclicked your seatbelt, looking at the area around you. You could see the moonlight reflecting off of the water in front of you. 

You were at the beach.

You turned your head to see Obito reaching towards the back of his car. He then pulled out what seemed to be a black blanket in his hand. 

“C‘mon, let’s go,” he nodded his head in the direction of the beach.

The two of you both got out of his car. Obito came beside you, and you both started to walk closer towards the water. It was such a quiet evening, and you felt so.. calm in the environment you were in.

Obito stopped when you two got to a decent spot. He then unfolded the blanket, placing it onto the sand near your feet. You couldn’t help but look out at the ocean before you.

There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. The moon was bright and full. It’s rays were shining down on the water, lighting up the small waves that danced around the water. It was beautiful, you hadn’t seen a sight like this in a really long time. You hadn’t been to the beach since summer time, and you missed it a lot.

“Are you going to sit?” 

Your attention went to Obito who was now sitting down on the blanket. “Y-Yeah! Sorry.. the water looks so pretty,” you plopped down beside him. 

Obito looked out at the sea. He had to agree with you. He picked the perfect night to come out with you. There was nothing better than a calm tide, and a beautiful night sky. He wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone other than you.

He leaned against his elbows. “So, tell me about this shitty day you had,” he looked at you with a smirk.

For about ten or so minutes, you went on a huge rant about everything that happened in your day. From spilling the coffee in your car, to your shitty lab partner. Obito was there to listen to all of your ranting and rambling. He found it to be quite amusing. You were so worked up, and he hadn’t seen that side of you before.

He thought it was kind of cute. You usually kept your cool, and seeing you mad like that made him smile. He didn’t know you could be so explosive.

If he was being honest, he could listen to you for hours.

It was something you did to him. Obito couldn’t hold conversations for very long, but with you, it was so different. You talked in a way that wasn’t boring, and you were so interesting. How could he not like talking to you? 

“And, yeah! I was so pissed and I couldn’t even look at my partner,” 

Obito laughed, the way you ended the rant so calmly was honestly hilarious. “Wow.. it seems like somebody had a crazy day,” he looked at you with a smile.

You crossed your legs on the blanket. “I really did.. but I got over it, and ranting about it really helped,” you played with the strings of your hoodie. 

The two of you both went quiet. The only sound that could be heard was from the tide that occasionally blanketed the sand just a couple feet before you. The air smelled of salt, and the atmosphere was aesthetically pleasing. You didn’t want to be anywhere else with him.

You had to admit, the setting you were in definitely made all of those angry and stressful thoughts disappear. 

Obito’s eyes averted to the stars that twinkled up above him. “So.. do you want to head home yet? I know how you are with your studying and stuff,” he looked over at you as he spoke.

You played with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Are you kidding? Obito, I want to stay here! Screw studying, I’d rather be with you than in my room right now,” you placed your hand on top of his.

His cheeks turned a light shade of pink from your words. He hadn’t heard something like that before, not from you anyway. 

It made him feel good. The way you made butterflies form in his stomach was addicting, and he liked being around you. You always said the sweetest things, and he often craved your presence when he was alone inside his room. 

He wanted nothing more than to spend his days with you.

Obito reached forward to trace his fingers along the skin of your cheek. He leaned closer to you so your lips were now inches apart. You could faintly smell the sweet vanilla that lingered on his breath. 

Instead of waiting around, you were the one who connected your lips with his. He seemed taken back, but he kissed you back within seconds. His soft lips felt like honey on yours, and you couldn’t get enough. It was so sweet, so perfect, so smooth. 

You both pulled apart, your foreheads resting on one another. Obito had this loving look inside of his eyes, and you swore you saw them soften as he looked into your own eyes. 

“Can we just.. stay here? Just us?” he rubbed circles on your cheek with his thumb.

Smiling, you nodded your head in agreement. “Yeah.. I’d like that,” you squeezed his hand.

He then pulled you towards him. His arms went to wrap themselves around your waist, your head burying into his chest. 

You were a bit surprised by his actions, but you didn’t want to pull away. He was so warm, and his touch was much needed; especially after the shitty day you had. The sound of his thumping heart beat also calmed you. 

The smell of your perfume was enough to make Obito feel secure. You always smelled so good. Your natural scent was something he couldn’t get enough of. 

He didn’t want to let you go. 

For the rest of the night, you two stayed like that. Just holding each other, watching the tide come in on the sand. The bright moon shining on your bodies.

#summer speaks #the beach #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #obito x y/n #obito x you #obito x reader #anime #naruto #anime fanfic

[vampryn]

im startin’ to get reaaaal stressed out here... so ive been at the same job for the last 6 years. over these 6 years ive NEVER been able to support myself with just this one job alone, so ive had to go off and on having a second part-time job so i can afford to pay to survive.. anyway, over the last few months ive been getting enough hours to survive with one job, but now that we’re off holiday season im mad strapped for cash.. (im not asking for money lmao dw). im starting to really dislike my job. the staff i have are currently insanely irresponsible, and are doing a lot of shady things that i REALLY dont want to be involved in.. plus, they’ve formed a clique and they feel like the girls who would pick on me in high school.. i’ve made the decision to pay for the ontario license to be able to work at a dispensary.. the course is honestly terrible. its so boring, and while it started off super comprehensive and digestible, it’s slowly turned into a WalMart training video where its 2 full hours of them repeating the same 5 talking points.. im not kidding, they went over refusing service for TWO HOURS.. worked on the course for 4.5 hours total yesterday and im somehow only halfway done.. im pretty sure they make you do all of this as a secondary vetting system.. you know.. so the lazy people give up, and the people left have proven themselves.. can i also just say that most places pay you for your time while youre training.. whereas with this bullshit i had to pay $70, and assumably 8+ hours of my life.. amidst all of this, my coworkers all decided that when each of them got sick, none of them would call out or wear a mask, so everybody has been slowly dropping from getting the same sickness... sure enough, a few days ago i started to feel a bit icky.. and now that im in the peak of looking for an apartment AND a job, im in the peak of the sickness.. (wah-ah-ah-awwhh) through all of this, tomorrow was meant to be the valentines day all-ages event that ive been waiting for (im)patiently, and now because im sick im not sure i’ll be able to go.. which is additionally stressful because that means im losing the money i paid for the fucking tickets with.. PLUS i havent been out in over a month, and am missing the sense of community i get from going to the events with all of the spookies in the city :’(  right now im trying not to freak out because theres so much going on, and so much unknown around the corner, but its hard not to when i feel like im halfway through so many things.. plus since im sick, i just want to lay in bed and have my boyfriend rub my back while watching matilda on vhs :(  fortunately, when life gets hectic like this, it usually means that soon i’ll figure everything out, and my life will be balanced again//settle down. at this point i am kind of missing when my life felt boring though.. i want to travel or maybe even just launch myself to the moon where i can live on moon-cheese and hang out with the robot from wallace and gromit 

#blog #jus rambling to the ether

[lunalivvy]

honestly i was so hype for kaleidoscope, the concept was so cool but it just kinda fell flat?? 😭

even though you can watch any (or at least most) of the episodes in any order, i feel like there was still definitely an order it was made to be watched in, for example i think the one i got is the order it was made to be watched

the order i had was yellow, green, blue, orange, violet, red, pink, and white. halfway through i was noticing a pattern where there were so many things that were shown in the previous episode that got explained in the next episode, i feel like the order i got was a little too formulated (although if that could be said with any of the other orders, if so job well done on making it work well at any random order, but right know with only my knowledge of how i watched the show the whole idea of watching it in any order is kind of redundant)

and also i feel like any show in a similar format (like a mystery show where each episode takes place at a different point in time) could also be watched in a random order and you would still get the same result as kaleidoscope.

i think the show gets extra points for creativity, the whole idea of watching it in any order was super intriguing but overall as a whole, it was kind of disappointing. the characters and dynamics, again, fell flat and weren’t developed at all, and the heist itself wasn’t even all that interesting.

((also spoilers)) but judy killing rj was so pointless?? out of everyone she cared about rj the most, and when bob punched rj she rushed over to him and was worried, and then rj raises a gun at bob and then she kills rj?? he didn’t even make any flashy moves, if rj was more aggressive then i’d kind of understand but he wasn’t aggressive at all? (given the circumstances at least). maybe i’m biased cuz i really liked rj but i feel like him dying, especially in that way, was just a lazy attempt at wrapping up his character.

like yeah i kept watching because i wanted to know what happened, but i also didn’t care about what happened

#kaleidoscope #spoilers #netflix