#if this was sticker instead of a shirt I’d get it

[piratefalls]

first list here.

round two i guess. i finally read 30 pages of a real physical book last night. progress? possibly. it felt right that while working on this "nothing's gonna stop us now" started playing. thinking about making this a wednesday thing. still trying to do a mix of new and old fics, even though it's all new to me. and much like alex claremont-diaz, this has been a mouthful. if you want me to tag you in any lists going forward, let me know!

Will You Brie Mine? by chamel

Today, as Henry tells him all about the Manchego, Alex tries his best to listen and not fixate on the mole next to the corner of Henry’s mouth or the way his shoulders strain the seams of his white uniform shirt. It’s not a particularly easy task for him, in all honesty. “Would you care for a sample?” Henry asks, as if Alex has ever said no to him. “I’d love one,” Alex tells him instead of saying I’d like to sample you. (Or, Henry sells cheese and Alex is somehow his best customer. It's not really about the cheese.)

take me out and take me home by coffeecatsme

“Shh.” Alex presses a finger over Henry’s lips. Their corners twitch, as if Henry’s desperately fighting a smile. “This is our house, baby. We gotta make it our own." Soon after Ellen's election, Henry and Alex move into a brownstone in New York. This is a story of how they make it home.

i still love you more than i should say by tkstrand

It’s been three months since Alex started working for Bankston & Shrivastava Associates, and he’s starting to think that his tiny crush on his coworker may not actually be that small. NYU School of Law may have helped him pass the bar, but it certainly didn’t prepare him for everything that is Henry fucking Fox. What makes it worse, though, is that Alex can’t do a fucking thing about it. No matter how much banter they swap, how many times he makes Henry blush in a day, it doesn’t matter. Alex can’t do anything, because Henry already has a boyfriend. Or, where a slight miscommunication leads Alex to believe that David is Henry's boyfriend.

and that's the way i loved you by HypnosTheory

Alex sighs, tilting his head back and sinking low in his chair. “What if I scare him off? He’s got a pretty big thing about commitment-” “He eats the same thing for breakfast and he wears a ring with his own initials every day,” Nora says, lifting her head up just enough to glare at Alex. “He doesn’t have commitment issues, he’s just a slut. Tell him you want him to be your slut. For the love of all that is holy.” -- Alex accidentally fell hopelessly in love with his roommate and fuck buddy Henry. He tries to plan the perfect confession, but when have any of Alex’s plots worked perfectly?

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game by affectionatelyrs

Alex thinks he understands why people get stupid, impulsive tattoos like their ex’s name now if the sudden urge to etch the word darling onto his hip in permanent ink is anything to go by. So, yeah, Alex supposes. Henry may still be maddening, but his mouth? His voice? Maybe it was always hot, actually, and the irritation he previously felt was just thinly veiled complete and utter attraction. That would check out. Hate has always been a multifaceted word, after all. - Or, Alex decides that he wants to fuck the British out of Henry while watching him speak at a gala

flatline by rizcriz

Alex gets the call at 7:57am. It’s from an unknown number, so he answers it with an accent on his tongue and laughter in his throat, ready to troll the scammer for all they’re worth. But the voice on the other side of the line is serious, solemn, when she asks, “Is this, I apologize, all I’ve been given are initials, AGCD?” He frowns, turning away from the coffee shop he’d been about to enter. “Who’s asking?” There’s a moment of hesitation on the other end. “There’s been an incident. On the individual's phone, there’s a sticker. It says, if found, return to AGCD, alongside this phone number. Does it sound familiar?” Alex freezes in the middle of the sidewalk. “What kind of incident?” -- Or, Henry's been in an accident.

craigslist cutie (please don't go) by matherine

Here’s the thing. Alex is simultaneously very, very smart and very, very stupid. Nora calls it the Claremont-Diaz Paradox, and every time she does, June sticks out her tongue like she’s about twelve years old, and then Nora makes a comment about what she would rather June be doing with her tongue, and – okay. Off track. Not relevant to Alex’s current predicament, which is perhaps the most damning example of the Claremont-Diaz Paradox. Alex got himself into NYU Law with flying colors and LSAT scores in the 99th percentile, worked his ass off for three years, and graduated with honors and a crippling caffeine addiction. And then, because he is an idiot, he decided to take his JD, his potential, and his mountain of student loans to his brand-new job as a public defender. Unfortunately, being a public defender pays about as much as working at a Hot Topic. Which means that Alex really needs a roommate. Like, pronto. STAT. ASAP. He’s not sure who’s desperate enough to move into the other room in his beautiful, probably-not-bedbug-infested 700 square feet of Hell’s Kitchen, but he really fucking needs to find somebody. Craigslist is a last resort, but it does bring him Henry.

Professional Rivalry by clottedcreamfudge

"Decided to take the afternoon off to bump into pedestrians?" Alex asks as he gets to his feet, brushing off his chinos and pushing his glasses back onto his face where they've started to slide down his nose. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere writing about men in passionate embraces?" Henry regards him coolly over the armful of papers he's managed to retain complete control of, somehow, and Alex notices vaguely that he's got a smudge of ink just below his jaw. "Shouldn't you be taking a 1L lecture in," Henry pauses, looking at his watch, "less than five minutes?" "Fuck," Alex says again. "Fucking shit." Then he turns around and leaves Henry to bump into more people, probably, since that seems to be his only fucking agenda for the day. *** Professor Alex Claremont-Diaz despises Professor Henry Fox, so naturally they get roomed together at a conference. Alex is fine.

take a step, step again by iphigenias

This is not the first time. The first time, Alex left for class early, left Henry in their bed in Brooklyn with a kiss pressed to the exposed skin behind his ear. He didn’t hear from Henry all day. When he got home that night, Henry wasn’t in the kitchen, or on the sofa watching Bake Off, and he didn’t answer when Alex called. He was still lying in bed, and flinched, when Alex reached out to touch him.

mess me up (no one does it better) by extasiswings

Sometimes, Alex gets stuck in his own head. And for twenty-two years he doesn’t think there’s anything to be done other than to just go with it, ride out the frenetic energy until he’s fixed whatever needs fixing, or until the situation is over, whichever comes first. If he can just control everything, it’s fine. He likes being in control, he’s good at it, he’s fine. It’s just how things have always been. Until Henry.

five times henry's competency turned alex on and one time it turned him into a pile of romantic goo by helenblqckthorn

Alex has a fucking thing for competency. A competency kink, if he wants to be crude. And it just so happens that his boyfriend is one of the most competent men in England. Well, Alex, he thinks. You sure know how to pick ‘em.

Keep Most of Your Heart in London by cresswells

Alex thinks he’s prepared – as prepared as he’ll ever be. He’s been waiting for months to do this. He even did his research on the proper etiquette for a British royal engagement – and then promptly ignored it all. AKA: The one with the engagement of the century.

Red, White & Navy Blue by jedusaur

"Fine," says Alex. He clenches his jaw and his fists. "Great. Watch me. I'll bromance the shit out of the motherfucker."

how we rolled up the carpet (so we could dance) by adhoori

Henry shrugs off his suit jacket and tie, looking his usual annoyingly handsome self while Alex stifles a yawn in spite of the amount of caffeine in his system. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Henry says, looking all kinds of fond. Alex feels a little ridiculous in his tousled hair, glasses and the ratty NYU sweatshirt, but finds an answering warmth spreading through him anyway as he lets himself be kissed hello. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back into the chair while Henry leans against the desk.

you and me, forevermore by bellamysgriffinprincess

"He pushes up on his toes to kiss Henry, who returns the kiss immediately, greedily, tongue brushing against his in a way that makes Alex's brain short circuit just as much as it did a year ago. A year ago. It still does something to him, stirs something deep inside him that makes his entire body feel like pure mush. It's a memory burned so bright in his mind - cold air, a buzz in his veins, a tree in a quiet garden, fingers gripping his face, soft lips against his. The night his world turned on its axis and shifted toward Henry, altering his path and forever tilting him closer." Or, Alex and Henry on New Year's Eve, one year after their first, and Alex wants it to be special.

All Booked Up by allmylovesatonce

A book tearing up the Bestseller’s List is quickly shoved into Alex’s hands via June and Nora. Despite his resistance, he’s taken in by the book and its whirlwind romance. When Nora insists they all go to a reading with the mysterious author, Alex is drawn in by H. G. Fox, hanging on his every word. When they meet after the signing, it sets him on a path he’d thought was impossible.

Are You Screwing With Me? by railmedaddy

Alex is only downloading Grindr because he’s curious. It doesn’t fucking mean anything, right? And when he answers a call for help from a very hot neighbour – who has no business having a shoulder-to-waist ratio like that – he’s just being friendly. It definitely doesn’t mean that he’s going to discover things about himself that he’d assumed were just passing curiosity. Or, the Grindr meet-cute AU

Yo Te Guiero A Ti by lucy_in_the_sky

“So,” Henry starts again, setting the now empty beer bottle down with a decided thud. “You want to bottom, but are having trouble fingering yourself and making it feel good?” He asks, voice deeper than usual. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Alex shrugs, still feeling half turned on and half mortified. “And you want my help with fingering yourself?” Henry asks, slightly incredulously. And fucking hell, that’s exactly what he wants, even though he technically only asked for Henry’s advice, not his help actually fingering him. “Would you help me?” Alex breathes out, the question barely a whisper.

We were staying in Paris by hollybibble

Henry wakes up with Alex for the first time in Paris. He's desperately in love but still managing to convince himself he is in control...until Alex calls him 'baby.' Cameo appearance by Henry's leather polo gloves.

Piping and Draping on a Saturday Night by cmere

Dear Alex, Please consider this email confirmation that I am available to help supervise students at the End of Semester Dance on Saturday, December 19th. Do let me know if there is anything I should prepare in advance. I look forward to working with you. Sincerely,Professor Henry Fox, Ph.DHistory Alex doesn't really understand why boring and pretentious Professor Henry Fox volunteers to help out at his students' events every semester, but he needs all the help he can get, so he's just gonna have to put up with him.

don't be surprised, baby (it's just me) by pissedofsandwich

Henry reflects on his relationship with touch over the years.

love dares you, to change our way of caring about ourselves by kapplebougher

Henry has read it all: fairy-tales of princes and their courters, unsung histories of kings and their secret lovers, and he has read all their happy endings. But he is not a prince in a fairy-tale, and he has always thought his own secret love story was likelier to end in tragedy. Perhaps it’s time that changed. (Or, Henry’s POV the morning after The Great Claremont-Diaz Ambush at Kensington Palace)

I'd Cross Oceans by 14hpgirl19

Dating a prince is hard. Dating a prince when you're the son of the President is even harder. Alex is done with barely seeing Henry. When Henry gets sick while in London, Alex decides to take matters into his own hands. (And if he ends up with a fiance at the end of it, even better.)

watch before it ends by indomitablelove

He should be working on this essay so he can spend more time with Henry this weekend. He really, really should be working on this essay. But. But. Henry is going live on Instagram. --- that's it, that's the fic.

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer

Sharing an apartment with Alex had seemed like a good idea at first. They’re best friends, prices in Brooklyn are absurd, and they had both been in urgent need of residence – it only made sense. Except for the small, tiny, teeny, barely there fact that Henry has been in love with Alex from the first moment he laid eyes on him. And the fact that Alex doesn’t know, and can never find out.

#rwrb #henry x alex #firstprince #first prince #fic rec #rec list #rwrb rec list #i am not as funny as i think i am i apologize

[pollenallergie]

Eddie-isms

Since the last set of miscellaneous best friend!Eddie headcanons I posted did so well, I figured I’d type up some more. :)

18+

do not interact if you’re under 18 years old!

Eddie makes fun of you for being lactose intolerant. “Bunny, you can’t even digest ice cream correctly. It’s like god wanted you to live a joyless life.” <3

Eddie sneezes obnoxiously loud. He doesn’t really do it on purpose, he’s just a naturally loud sneezer. <3

Remember how I said Eddie loves naps? Yeah, if he gets bored with whatever he’s doing, he’ll just drag you back to the bedroom for an impromptu nap and you kind of just have to accept it. <3

Eddie will challenge you to a burping contest and he expects you to put in genuine effort every single time because “this is not a game, this is serious shit.” <3

Eddie takes periodic breaks from smoking and drinking to make sure that he doesn’t build up too high of a tolerance. During these breaks he simply replaces drugs with sugar, which is somehow worse. He’s like a hyper little kid on Halloween night. <3

Eddie still goes to a pediatrician/family medicine doctor and he gets very upset when they don’t offer him a lollipop and a sticker at the end of his appointment. “Why did I even show up? What’s the point in me even being here if they’re not gonna give me anything, jitterbug? I really fucking wanted that Gandalf sticker. This is horseshit.” <3

Eddie calls french toast “eggy-loaf.” No one knows where he got that name from, but he’s been calling it that for as long as you’ve known him. <3

Eddie’s gotten poison ivy way too many times to count. He got it on his dick twice in the summer of ‘84. Wayne laughed at him both times. <3

Most of the mugs in the Munsons’ collection are technically Wayne’s, but the Garfield mug? That’s 100% Eddie’s. He got it on a road trip with Wayne when he was ten and has heralded it as one of his most prized possessions ever since. Interestingly, when Eddie drinks coffee in the morning, he uses one of Wayne’s mugs because he refuses to use his special Garfield mug for anything other than hot cocoa and soup. One time you made the mistake of brewing Eddie some tea in his Garfield mug while he was sick. Of course, Eddie still drank the tea because he’s not wasteful, but he did so while glaring at you ceaselessly. <3

Eddie is a lighter thief… and a scrunchie thief… and a pencil thief… and a t-shirt thief. Basically anything that you own also belongs to Eddie and he will take it without warning. In his defense, he doesn’t mean to steal anything from you, he just borrows your stuff and forgets to give it back to you. <3

Eddie draws little sketches for you all the time. For example, he once drew you a picture of your favorite flower cradled in the bony hand of a skeleton; it was actually insanely good. However, instead of giving them to you like a normal person, he folds them into paper airplanes and throws them at you as hard as he can. <3

Eddie says “safety” every single time he farts. <3

Eddie almost always has a tiny piece of gravel caught in his shoe, it’s the bane of his existence. <3

Eddie is surprisingly strong (as we all know) and he uses that strength for nefarious purposes, like body slamming you onto the couch for no fucking reason; something he does almost daily. He always finishes this epic move by pinning you down and counting to three. Then he’ll spend the next two minutes celebrating his “victory.” <3

When Eddie gets really excited, he’ll grab your hand and squeeze it just a little too tight. He doesn’t even really mean to do that, or at least he doesn’t mean to squeeze quite so hard, but he can’t really contain himself when he gets all hyped up. <3

You’ve learned not to talk about how heavy/big you are around Eddie because he almost sees it as a challenge. “What, so you think I can’t pick you up? You think I can’t lift that much? You think I’m a whimp, huh?” He’ll then hoist you into the air just to prove a point. <3

Also, whenever you talk badly about yourself in front of him, he makes you say three things that you like about yourself off the top of your head. It’s a trick that you started using on him during the dark days of puberty and, honestly, you regret teaching it to him. <3

Eddie is insanely competitive when it comes to board games, especially Pictionary. <3

Eddie often randomly challenges you to thumb wars and, when you don’t accept, he pouts like a baby. <3

Whenever Eddie’s hands get cold, he’ll sneak up behind you and press them against your cheeks or the back of your neck just to shock you. <3

Eddie loves it when you torment him like he does to you because he thinks you look especially beautiful when you’re being ornery. <3

Eddie talks about you to the new Hellfire members as if you’re dead and not just away at college. “Our very own Hellfire queen, the beloved bearer of snacks, may her memory live on forever,” He declares theatrically. “Oh, damn, how’d she die?” One of the freshmen asks. Gareth sighs, “She’s not dead, Munson’s just a dweeb.” <3

He impersonates Yoda… like a lot, one could even say he does it a little too often. <3

“Grub, can you turn your music down a bit? I’m trying to study.” “Do or do not. There is no try.” “Eddie!” <3

Also slips into Shakespearean mode every now and then. <3

“Hey, grub, should I wear my hair up or down with this dress?” “To wear it up or to wear it down, that is the question.” “Dude, you’re such a dork.” <3

He’s tried to create a special friendship handshake for the two of you multiple times, but the problem is he makes them way too complicated so neither of you can remember them. <3

Any time you have ever worn a two piece swimsuit in front of him, he’s blown a raspberry on your tummy. He doesn’t do it to embarrass you or to make you feel insecure about your belly, quite the opposite, he likes your belly so much that he can’t suppress the primal urge to blow a raspberry on it every time he sees it. In his mind, it makes perfect sense, but, in yours, not so much. <3

Eddie physically cannot go twenty-four hours without seeing you or, at least, talking to you on the phone. <3

Eddie will take you and your friends to see a rom-com if you ask him too. If it’s good enough, he’ll even secretly enjoy it too. <3

Eddie actually really enjoys hanging out with you and your friends, so much so that he’ll forever be bitter about the fact that he’s not allowed to come to your group sleepovers. Of course, you want to invite him, but they typically take place at one of your friends houses and, given that he is a dude that’s attracted to women and that has the capacity to knock up the majority of your friend group, none of their parents are super fond of the idea of him spending the night with you guys. He gets it, obviously not everyone can be as forward thinking as your angel of a mom, but it still sucks nonetheless. </3

You try to make up for that by doing some of the same activities at your sleepovers with him; face masks, hair braiding, makeovers, taking the quizzes in your copy of this month’s issues of Cosmopolitan and Seventeen Magazine, etc. Honestly, Eddie has had to lie on so many of those goddamn quizzes, just so you wouldn’t find out that he’s hopelessly in love with you. <3

Eddie makes NPCs for his Hellfire campaigns that are inspired by you; it’s his way of including you in the campaigns while you’re away at college. He’ll even fill you in on how your NPCs are fairing in the campaigns every Friday over the phone after he gets home from the club’s meetings. <3

Eddie kinda uses Philby as his therapist. Whenever he’s had a hard day, he’ll take your dog on a long walk, talking through whatever’s on his mind all the while. You accidentally caught them in the midst of one of these therapy sessions once and Eddie’s face went beet red from embarrassment. <3

Eddie’s brain short-circuits every single time you boop his nose (which is often, because how could you not?). It’s like his reset button. He’ll just be rambling on and on about something, most likely either an upcoming campaign or a sick guitar riff he came up with the other day, and you’ll just give that sweet little nose of his a quick, audible boop and suddenly the words are dying on his tongue. His cheeks flush a sweet rosy hue and his mouth parts in an inaudible gasp. It’s a rare moment of speechlessness for him, as if that one affectionate touch was enough to halt his ever-racing thoughts. Unfortunately, the more often you boop his nose, the more quickly he begins to recover, but that initial moment of quiet shock never fully goes away. <3

When Eddie was a kid, he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. The holiday season was always so stressful for him because he constantly had to fight the urge to tell people what he’d made for them. In fact, back then, you all frequently received your presents from him weeks before Christmas because, as soon as he would finish making them, he’d get so excited to give them to you that he just couldn’t wait. <3

Now that he’s older, Eddie’s gotten way too good at keeping secrets… for the most part. If someone confides in him about something serious or wholly private in nature, then he’ll take that shit to the grave with him, won’t tell a single soul about it. However, when it comes to less severe secrets, Eddie tends to make an exception, at least for you. Case in point, you know about all of the Hellfire boys’ crushes simply because Eddie cannot keep his big mouth shut. <3

Eddie has this general disposition about him that just makes it so easy to confide in him and many of his customers frequently take advantage of that, venting to him about their shitty parents or opening up to him about whatever’s stressing them out. He always listens to them attentively and without judgment, and, occasionally, he’ll even offer them some genuinely good advice. Truthfully, Eddie gives great advice, the problem is that he often doesn’t follow this advice himself. <3

Eddie writes poetry and, sometimes, he’ll even read his poems to you, but only the ones that he’s really confident in and that, importantly, are not about you. <3

Eddie’s not worried about being stuck in the friend zone, mostly because he’s worried about a second, worse thing: the brother zone. Due to how close your families are and how long you’ve known each other, Eddie worries that you see him as nothing more than a brotherly figure and the thought of that kills him because is it even possible to get out of the brother zone?? The way Eddie sees it, at least the friend zone might, maybe have the potential for future upward mobility. The brother zone, however, might as well be a limitless vat of swiftly drying cement, because once you’re there, you’re there for life. </3

Given how close Eddie and your mom are, she’s told him many times that, if he’s comfortable with it, he can call her mom. However, Eddie refuses to do that. Not because he’s uncomfortable with it, but because he refuses to do anything to further increase his chances of ending up in the goddamn brother zone. </3

He’s irrationally afraid of ladybugs. Whenever one lands near him, he freaks out, much like most people do when wasps start buzzing around them. Unlike most people, he’s not too bothered by wasps, just ladybugs. Fuck ladybugs. <3

Eddie really enjoys baths, but his trailer doesn’t have a tub, so your mom lets him use the one in her trailer while she’s at work. He’d spend all day there if he could. However, he also gets really lonely, so he forces you to sit just outside the bathroom, talking to him through the closed door. <3

He also gets lonely while he poops, but he feels like asking you to sit on the other side of the door to talk to him while he poops is just a tad too intimate, so, while the two of you are still just friends, he’ll make do with reading the ingredients on your shampoo bottle. But if (when) the two of you ever start dating, that shit will be fair game (pun intended?). <3

Eddie likes to play footsie with you whenever you’re sat across from each other at a table. It doesn’t matter if the two of you are eating at your favorite diner, reading books at the public library, or simply sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, sipping on some coffee, the man will initiate it anywhere. This is also to his detriment, though, because it means that he ends up with a lot of awkward boners in public places. Oopsie. <3

He likes letting you do his makeup and paint his nails. Really, the man will take any opportunity for you to dote on him. <3

He secretly loves it when you call him Eddie Bear or Teddy, but he’ll never tell you that. <3

He spends way too much time looking at you, studying and admiring all the features that make up your pretty face. How you fail to notice his incessant staring is beyond him. <3

Eddie very much enjoys clinging onto you like a sloth. Oddly enough, he kinda wishes that he could go eight days without needing to poop or eat, like sloths can, just so he could get to really maximize the amount of time that he gets to hold you. <3

Eddie’s weird, really weird. Adorable and unexpectedly charming, but also weird. He worries that he’s off-putting, but your mom tells him that he’s just eccentric and that the right person will like that about him. He hopes that person is you. <3

He’s kind of obsessed with you; talks about you all the time, craves your attention 24/7, would do anything for you, etc. Just as Eddie used to say when he was little, he loves you long time. <3

Eddie Munson is the biggest hopeless romantic on this side of the Mississippi River. <3

#jitterbug and grub #eddie munson x reader #best friend au #best friend!eddie #best friend!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson thoughts #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson hc #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things hc #stranger things fluff #stranger things au #stranger things vol 4 #pol’s greatest hits

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Here’s my official Disney Hercules/Disney Villains/Hades merch haul (so far lol)

You guys already saw these but here’s the Sega Disney Villain Mystery Prize plush and a limited edition flexing Hades medallion pin lol

These are 2 Hades Funko pops I have (left: regular glow-in-the-dark Hades, right: throne Hades) and a 25th Hercules Anniversary Christmas ornament of Hades and baby Herc

also btw I bought 2 Funko pops because the glow-in-the-dark one has a defect with the hair in the back (I think it was attached wrong so there’s like a weird gap in the back), also you need a UV light to make the Funko pop glow in the dark and that basically only works if I have the light from my window shining on it (and I’m a hermit that hates light so I never have my curtains open 😂 honestly thinking about putting it in my car as a dashboard ornament and then buying the “chessboard Hades” Funko pop to replace that one in my room lol

This is the $50 Hercules blanket I mentioned before that I got from the Disney store on my birthday last year lol, it’s really comfy and soft and I actually slept with it last night because it got cold in my room lol

A Hades T-shirt (also got it last year for my birthday at the Disney store lol)

You all know I have Horn of Plenty and the book from the Disney Villains book series (also the book sleeve came with random scratches and stuff on it when I got it so that kinda sucks and makes it look dirty but oh well lmao) lol, but I also have a Disney villains coloring book (actually thinking about getting some more Disney villain coloring books! There’s a color by numbers one that I really want to buy!)

These are actually pictures I got from a 2023 Disney Villains calendar I got for Christmas in 2022 lol. I literally only wanted it for these pics specifically because I just love them so much! Actually, the “I bring the fire” one was actually for the month of March (which is my birth month lol)!

I believe this was my very first Disney loungefly bag and wallet set of Hades! I actually currently use this one when I travel lol! I just love how gorgeous Hades looks 😍 also whenever I go out and people are like “omg I love your bag!” I have to resist the urge to be completely honest and say “Thanks! I’m in love with him! He’s my fictional husband!” 😂 but instead I’m just like “Haha! Thanks! I just love Hades and I’m obsessed with him!” 😂 it’s literally that meme like “They don’t know I’m in love with a fictional character” 🤣

I think this was 2nd set I bought? I just ADORE the flowers around Hades! I got it because it just instantly reminded me of Hades and Persephone lol! They also didn’t have a matching wallet so I got one that kinda matched. I know the quote on the wallet is hard to read because of the lighting, but it says “NO PLACE FOR FAIRY TALES” lol (there’s actually another Disney villains bag with Hades with flowers on it and I wanna buy that one too 😂)

And then my 3rd loungefly set lol! I love this one too because it has 3 pockets and it’s glow-in-the-dark! (I like to use this one around Halloween lol idk why I just think it looks cooler for some reason). My only thing about this set is that the wallet is small and doesn’t have a coin pouch, so there’s no place to put my change. I’ll have to find a cute coin purse to go with it lol.

And last, but certainly not least, my collection of the Hades comics! I just love the way Hades looks in all of these!!! 😍💙

Anyways, that’s it lol! I also have fan made merch (mainly stickers but also other stuff) of Hades, but I thought I’d just show you guys the official Disney ones. I’ll certainly be adding more to this collection, so stay tuned for more lol! 😁

#I’ve been meaning to do this for week now and finally got the energy to do it 😂 #sorry about the glare and awkward cropping/angles in some pics #my room has the worst lighting 😂 #disney #hercules #hades #hercules 1997 #disney’s hercules #disney hades #hades disney #hades hercules #disney villains

[wayfayrr]

I got inspired to write this based on an order I got from @cafecourage (they're lovely btw <3 would reccomend) that I got an ace sticker with my Sky keyrings - and how that spiralled into how Sky is an ace Icon with @angry-trashcan

“[Name] would it be alright if I told you something about myself-”

“Hey Sky, now that we’ve been together for a while there’s something I should probably tell-” 

“You can go first.”

“No, you, I can wait.”

Even though Sky and I have only been dating for a couple of months, well engaged for a couple of weeks now on top of that, not that I was aware of that fact until recently. We’re surprisingly in sync with how we talk to each other, it’d be cute if I weren’t worried about what he’s about to tell me. 

“Please Sky, you go first.”

“Okay, Just don’t hate me, please…”

“I - I don’t like the idea of sex, I really don’t like it. But I know a lot of people only really look for relationships for it, so I don’t want to, I don’t know, I don’t want you to get upset because I don't want to do that.”

“You’re asexual as well?”

He looks so confused right now, not upset, but like he’s figuring out something about himself. I’ll give him a moment to find himself before I carry on, he looks like he’s having an entire identity crisis, rethinking everything he’s ever known. But he looks pleased now, it must just have clicked for him.

“Asexual? As well?? You mean, I’m not the only person like this, and that you’re the same way??”

“Yeah, it’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m the same way, I know what it feels like.”

“So you won’t be disappointed by me?”

Tears are running down his face now, but he’s smiling so wide at the same time so I know that he’s just gotten some of the best news in his life and his tears are all for good reason. What has he been treated like to have this reaction still though? Coming out like this to a partner is tough, how stressed has he been in the last few days… oh this has to have been why he’s been so on edge. Taking him into my arms was an easy choice to make, a quick one as well seeing how fragile he is at the moment, comforting any of the links like this feels like second nature. My shirt getting wet isn’t an issue either although no doubt Sky’ll be falling over himself to apologise later. Running my hands through his hair always seemed to calm him before so it should help now.

“I could never be disappointed in you Sky. If you don't mind me asking… have people been disappointed in you for it?”

“... Zelda as much as I care for her, she - well she never dropped the idea of us having children. I loved her, but we weren’t right as a couple. She just didn’t respect it. She didn’t respect me now that I really think about it.”

“Sky I’m so sorr-”

“But that doesn’t matter because I have you now and you’re never going to leave me. I won’t ever let you [name], you’re mine now. You’re the first person who truly understands me.”

Like with the others, he knows I don't belong to Hyrule but he doesn’t seem to care about that at the minute, or he has something else planned to deal with that “issue”. Knowing how far he went for Zelda it seems somewhat fitting he’d push himself further than he should for me, no matter how much I’d prefer he rest. That thing he said under his breath as well ...

“Sky you know at some point I have to leave Hyrule… as much as I want to stay here with you I - I can’t just abandon my life like-”

“I also wanted to ask that when the time comes that you have to leave, would you accept me going with you?”

This impatience isn't like Sky, how he's interrupting me so constantly. He's got to be rushing all of his words out because he's stressed or something. 

his hair is so soft. 

Even with everything he knows, that he’s the start of this, he’d instead leave it all behind for me? He’s willing to leave everything behind over this, he’s far more important than anything here. Is that why he’s so willing to leave? Because he doesn’t want that fate, I wouldn’t blame him. 

“If it's what you want, Sky I could never turn you away. As long as you’re certain about it, if there is a way back to my world after all I’m not sure if you could ever come back.”

“Coming back doesn’t matter seeing as I would get to spend the rest of my life with you… I’m alright with that chance [name]. It would be more than worth it to me. There’s one other thing as well, what exactly does asexual mean..?”

“I understand based on what I feel, but I think there’s more to it from how you said it.”

“Yeah there is, it’s somewhat common in my world. I identify with it myself”

Where do I even begin with explaining this to him, there are so many different ways to identify with it and it can be so different for each person. Maybe it would be for the best to find out exactly how he feels first, I could wait for a while, it'd be a far easier talk after he's calmed down.

"explaining can wait though, right now I think I'd prefer to just rest here, I think that would be best for you as well…"

"hmm, as long as you stay by my side the whole time. I don't ever want to be apart from you… never if I can help it.”

“Have you always been this clingy or am I remembering things wrong - Not that it’s bad of course!”

“I just like being close to you [name].”

He really has gotten more attached over the last week, the same time he’s been getting more stressed, this really must’ve been playing on his mind for a while now. More than it has been for me, far more than it’s been on my mind. When we get back to my world I’ll make sure to treat him to whatever he could possibly want, after everything it’s the least he deserves. 

“You know… if you’re coming with me when this is all over… It’s probably a good idea to learn how to read how my language is written now.”

“Mhm… that would make sense. I could read your journals if I learned…”

“What was that Sky?”

“Nothing you’ll need to worry about my dove.”

#Sorry about the delay on requests #I've had some really bad writers block #I'm getting back to it now tho <3 #moss✦writes #asexual #lu sky #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader

[picapicamagpie]

Now my card arrived, I can share my Sing collection!! Well it’s more a collection of the Sing stuff that features Klaus…. Plus some extra magpie/proboscis monkey stuff which I totally count.

The Sing 2 soundtrack on vinyl! I bought it hoping it included the artwork of the end scene which features Klaus, but no Klaus, so I just have this now 😅

A special edition Blu-Ray which came with these nice character cards (Darius gets a card but not Nooshy?? Betrayal). The backs of the cards make a puzzle of the end scene which means I get big but blurry Klaus face 💖

Ship stuff (+ Blu-Ray). Little figurines of a magpie and a proboscis monkey. Plus some absolutely beautiful art by @cutekoala1001 💖 the left is the physical drawing of a gorgeous piece of art she made me that I still love to this day 🥹 I’m getting this one framed in my bedroom. The left one is the sketch for it plus some super cute art of Julie, Buster, Cadence, and Klaus in Aggretsuko style! I love this a lot and kind of want to line them ;v; and just above is a wonderful little sketch of my ship!! But it’s part of a letter she wrote so I had to hide the writing and messily blur it out 👀 again I’d also like to scan this one and show it off properly on here! It’s Cadence and Klaus looking very judgemental about something, with Cadence saying “I don’t like the way he talked to you.” Someone must’ve said something rude to Klaus and now his lady is mad! 😂❤️ it’s SO in-character

My DVD, custom Klaus business card, and some custom stickers. 99% of my collection is that one ending scene, I’m sorry it’s not my fault that’s the only time he appears on anything. Also that “coreographer” art that I really wanted on a shirt but couldn’t overlook the misspelling. So I got a much cheaper sticker instead! Plus two magpie stickers. The Libra one was a cool coincidence because I’m a Libra and a magpie. The other one I just found funny because that’s Cadence’s attitude lol

That Sing leaflet I posted about ages ago, the soundtrack CD, the special edition Blu-Ray from above, and a little kids book. I just liked that artwork of Buster.

My “Klaus” plushie (I’m going to commission a proper plush of him one day, I just need to find the right artist!), and some magpie feathers I found where I live. I just love the iridescence on them 💖 such beautiful birds 💖💖 the green one is a tail feather and the blue one is a covert wing feather

#this post is long but tumblr is worthless and won’t let me edit it on my laptop to add a page break #I have so many things to post but I’m trying to space it out #life is hard when you want to collect but your fav character has 10mins of screen time but I guess it’s cheaper this way #sing #sing 2 #sing oc #sing movie #sing 2016 #cadence #sing cadence #Buster moon #sing Buster #klaus kickenklober #sing klaus #sing johnny #clay Calloway #fuck it I’m not tagging everyone

[m-jelly]

Levi’s s/o doing cute things, sticking cute stickers all over Levi’s car including his steering wheel, and then Erwin and Hange saw the stickers and decided to tease him

@kenkopanda-art

Loving the little things.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, cute, love, being a couple, lovesick Levi.

Concept: Levi is deeply and happily in love with you, so in love that he's like a lovesick puppy around you. You do a lot of little things for him to show how much you love him, one of which is leaving cute stickers on his things and his car. Hange and Erwin see what you've done to Levi's car and decide to tease him about it, but Levi doesn't bite. Instead, Levi is proud because each sticker placed was a moment you were thinking about him.

Levi placed your tea on the bedside table before slipping into bed and wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He nuzzled the back of your neck and softly kissed your exposed skin. He moved the hair from your neck and started nipping and sucking the crook of your neck. He smiled when he felt you were waking up. 

You opened your eyes and hummed. You placed your hand on Levi’s as you smiled. “Morning, Levi.”

He inhaled your scent and hummed in happiness. “Morning.” 

You rolled onto your side and faced him. “You’re in your suit.”

He blushed a little. “Yes. I have work, but I want to be with you.” 

You popped the button on his blazer before slipping your arms around him and nuzzling his chest. “I wish you could stay, but you really need to get to work.” You kissed him and sighed through your nose as you both relaxed. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

He kissed your cheek. “Promise?”

“You know I will. I’m your fiancee.”

“I’m just checking.”

You cupped his face and kissed him. “I love you. Now, go to work, okay?” 

He huffed. “Okay. Text me, okay?” He got off the bed and fixed his blazer button. “Promise?”

You sat up and ruffled your hair. “Promise.”

He stood in the doorway. “Can I get a cute smile?”

You got out of bed and walked over to him in a shirt of his. You cupped his face and kissed him. You smiled and fixed his tie. “Come with me.” You walked into the kitchen and got out his lunch box from the fridge, along with a nice juice drink you’d made. “Made it all for you like usual.”

He put it in his work bag. “You make the best lunches.”

“I’m glad you like them.” You walked with him to the front door. “Now, look after yourself and make sure you take a lunch break, okay? You overwork yourself.”

“I know. I’ll be a good boy.”

You held his tie and tugged him close. “Have a great day at work.” 

He stepped out of the apartment before turning to you. “We should move to the countryside.” 

You nodded. “I’d love that. Have a wonderful day. I love you. I have left a cute note for you.”

Levi blushed. “Again? I can’t wait to read it.” He waved to you. “Enjoy your cup of tea!” 

He kept waving to you as he walked to his car. He climbed in and took a moment to admire the stickers in his car. He touched the one in the middle of his wheel of a cute little heart. He looked up at the sunblind to see more cute little stickers with hearts. He opened the sunblind to see the picture he has of you along with a note of love written by you and more stickers. He smiled softly and closed it up before driving off to his job. 

He frowned a little when he pulled up into his parking spot under the building. He leaned out as he looked at Erwin and Hange walking over. “What do you both want?”

Erwin leaned on the roof of Levi’s car. “We have some deals to make. So, we’ll take your car.”

He sighed. “Alright, get in. Hange, get in the back!” He tapped his thumb against the wheel as both of his friends got into the car. “Tap in the location on the panel.”

Erwin put his belt on and tapped on the touchscreen between Levi and him. “Done.” He looked up and chuckled. “Look at all these stickers.”

Hange leaned into the front. “WOW! Look at you with all of these! Your car is like a teens.” They laughed hard. “Levi’s got a girlfriend who walks all over him!”

Erwin smirked. “Kind of funny. You hate things like this, but you’ve let her cover your car. Cute is not something I see in you. You must be very in love.”

“He’s really smitten. He’s gone gooey.”

Levi smiled a little. “She’s my fiancee. I proposed last night to her. We had a very romantic evening and I asked her. So, we’re not engaged.”

“Walks all over him.”

He glanced at Hange in the mirror. “You both can tease me as much as you like, but I won’t fall for it. Each sticker is a moment she thought of me and held me in her heart. I see them as little reminders of how much she loves me. So, keep on trying to tease me because it won’t work. I’m happily in love with the most wonderful person in the world and she adores me.” He shrugged. “Do your worst.”

Erwin smiled. “I’m glad you’re in love and happy. “Congratulations on the engagement. Did she like the ring we picked?”

“Loved it.”

#aot levi #levi ackerman #levi #snk levi #fanfic #aot fanfiction #levi fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #aot x you #levi heichou #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #attack on titan fanfiction #levi fluff #levi ackerman x reader #jelly fanfics

[autumnalwalker]

Find the Word Tag

Thank you to both @oh-no-another-idea and @talesofsorrowandofruin for tagging me. Combining this into one giant word finding exercise.

My words from @oh-no-another-idea were sunshine, low, dusk, yellow, & chair.

My words from @talesofsorrowandofruin were cat, clash, crumble, clutter, & creak.

Passing the tag on to @thewriterghost, @affectionatemeconopsis, @blind-the-winds, @theprissythumbelina, @writingpotato07, and the usual open tag for anyone else who wishes to join in.

Since I'm doubling this up, instead of five set words, how about picking five (or more) from the following list:

delay, block, lock, rest, look, reach, vent, stand, rain, & drop

Sunshine: The Archivist's Journal, Day 120

I tried delaying my leaving this morning, but the rain kept going anyway.  At least I remembered to bring the cloak this time.  Had to sacrifice a towel to keep the rest of the laundry and changes of clothes for the next week dry though.  

It certainly could have been worse I suppose, for it was really only a light shower.  The kind where it’s paradoxically bright enough out where you can see the sunshine reflected off the raindrops and you come out the other side of it more damp than wet.  Honestly, between the gleam of the droplets, the patter on the broad leaves, and the soft tapping on my shoulders I might have actually enjoyed the walk into the Village this morning if it weren’t for trying to carry an unwieldy load of laundry the whole way.

Low: Empty Names Side Story - There Are No Dogs At The Dog Park

With the woman no longer blocking her view, Sarah can see just how obviously she’s no longer at the same bus stop she sat down at.  Behind the woman - “Eris” and “Volunteer”  the nametag sticker on her shirt reads - is a long, low concrete building with grass growing on the roof and adorned with an emblem above its door depicting the stylized red outline of a howling wolf overlaid on top of a blue moon with the letters NALSA in white.  The same emblem is replicated on the volunteer’s t-shirt with “North American Lycanthrope Sanctuary Association” in smaller print around it.  In any other direction is nothing but empty scrub-covered prairie as far as the eye can see, broken only by the faint outline of dirt road the bus stop is situated on and the tall, inward-curving chain link fence extending out from either side of the building.

Dusk: The Archivist's Journal, Day 8

Last night was… nice.  After locking up the archive for the evening I wandered the Village streets for a time looking for the home I’d been invited to dinner at.  Fortunately James had given me directions before we parted, saying it was towards the waterfront so I only got lost once on the way.  Still, it was just past dark when I arrived.  It’s an oddly festive sight, these Village streets at night.  The rooftops, awnings, and doors are colorful enough by day, but once the sun goes down and dusk mutes their hues the villagers uncover the crystals on their lamps and a veritable rainbow spills from the windows to paint the white walls of the winding rows.

The crystals used to light the archives (from which stock I’ve been lighting my own home) are all a near-uniform blue-white, neutral and good for reading by.  The color choices for lighting people’s homes however are more varied, although how much was personal preference of the residents, versus differing availability of crystal colors, versus some manner of social indicator, I’m not yet certain.  Blues, greens, and magentas seem to be the most common although warmer yellows and oranges are not uncommon.

Yellow: Empty Names - 4 - Prince In Gold

Sullivan examines the riesling resting in its glass on the table before him.  He’d always thought white wines were misnamed.  Yellow, or even better, gold, would be a far more fitting description.  Alas, he can no better change that ill-fitting naming convention than he can get drunk off the beverage before him, as much as he’d like to do both right now.  Either one would make this reunion easier.  

But since buying up vineyards and restaurants just to change the terminology on menus would be a waste of resources and taking a drink before his friend arrives would be poor form, he contents himself with leaning back into the richly upholstered chair and gazing into the chandelier above while he listens to the music from the band behind him.  It is a lovely little piece; a sonata that some two-centuries dead Frenchman left unfinished until the restaurant’s owner conjured up his ghost to complete it.

Chair: Empty Names - 6 - Background Checks

For all its gothic gloom during the night, Bridgewood Manor is surprisingly well-lit during the day.  Mostly this is due to Carnette having installed large windows looking out onto alien landscapes in most of the rooms and halls not directly connected to the building’s outer shell as a flex on visitors, but - much like her - that is quite literally neither here nor there at the moment.  No, Sullivan’s gaze is set on his laptop.  The vista behind him is only worthy of his attention insofar as it’s creating an annoying glare on his screen, and even that he’s pointedly ignoring.  To move from his overstuffed chair to a seat with less glare would be letting the window win, and he’s not about to concede to an inanimate object in a contest of wills.  

Cat: A Dream About Gifts

There are cats on the train that serve some sort of specific purpose.  The nature of that purpose is a matter of debate amongst passengers.

Just before reaching the town in the North, the train passes through a tunnel with the massive corpse of an angel hanging over the mouth of the tunnel, chained and nailed to the mountain.  This always upsets some of the cats, especially on the rare occasions the train brushes against the divinely tattered flesh.  

Clash Conflict: The Archivist's Journal, Day 39

It was Vernon who broke the silence several minutes later, venting about how he feared that he’d handled the situation with the brothers poorly and that it was his fault their father died without his family nearby.  That if he’d been more decisive maybe things could have been resolved sooner.  And what if the brothers started resenting one another for how things played out?  His job was to help resolve conflicts, but what if he’d just transformed it into a worse one?

Crumble: A Dream About Going Home

I’m standing atop the battlement of a crumbling keep of weathered stone, holding an open book.  The scenery is both familiar and strange.

A party steps out from a copse of trees below.  Their regally-dressed leader calls out to me.  “Pray forgive our trespass, mighty wizard, and refrain from striking us down!”

I close my book and reply “I am just a simple wanderer, passing back through the land of my birth.  You are as welcome here as I.”

Clutter: The Archivist's Journal, Day 152

Well, I took the cowardly route and left a note.

It didn’t so much stop raining as slow to a light drizzle, but I took that as good enough, waited for Cass to leave after cleanup (even with the children cleaning up after themselves they’re not perfect, and there’s still my own clutter to take care of) I quickly penned an invitation (“quickly” after twenty minutes of second-guessing myself on whether or not to even do it), threw on my cloak, pulled up the hood, and stepped outside.

Creak: The Archivist's Journal, Day 47

And when it put down that log I gained an inkling of why the villagers call it a god and not simply a giant or another spirit.  For rather than simply dropping the log or setting it down lengthwise it planted the former tree trunk upright in the ground.  As the being pressed the log further into the earth I could hear the sounds of strained wood creaking and groaning and mounds of dirt began radiating out from it as if displaced by rapidly growing roots.  A few moments later the Wandering God stepped back as if to gaze upon its handiwork and then turned its head to look at us.

#tag game #my writing #writing tag games #find the word tag #manuscript search tag #Empty Names #The Archivist's Journal #I'm curious how does everyone go about picking their words for this game? #Personally I pull words from my excerpts for that post

[hakyeonsmonstercock]

ok gonna make a masterpost rant on my thoughts / hopes for #hakyeonsolodebut bc he’s coming back soon and i know hwang sejun follows me personally so 

1. pre-release digital single

option 1: summer

song: ok i know someone at that fuckass company is gonna be like “omg you should totally do a ballad” so i thought what if we didn’t have to suffer and it was just a little teaser for the album like dream and free tempo and hyuk’s songs were and not the main song? if we have to get a slow song, rather than a ballad i want something soft and sweet like choco chip cookie.

outfit: a mix of the ceci photoshoot and big issue, oversized shirts but less pink and more.. sparkly? i’m seeing stickers on his skin and glitter on his hair but idk that might be a vision for another time. anklets if we’re doing a beach thing. hair curly and parted so his eyebrows show a little (put some glitter on them like aoa cream king) maybe even some novelty hair clips

m/v: aesthetics..... the overused 3:4 aspect ratio solid color background with some objects in front omg.. but i’d eat it up for hakyeon honestly if it was more pastel and told a story. cutesy nostalgic with a girl maybe so he can trend for being boyfriend material again. balloons, very colorful, sunny summer-like, 

option 2: autumn

song:  i know vixx generally don’t do trends (thank god they never did beat drop chorus noise /barf) BUT, and hear me out, CITY POP is kinda on the rise and his #aestheticcore ass would GO ALL OUT. yukika - neon is like, representative intl stan choice but it is actually amazing. i can see hakyeon going upbeat retro but in my mind the prerelease single is a slightly faster ballad over a vaporwave/futurefunk/citypop instrumental (can you tell i don’t listen to that cringe shit). i can also see some trot elements being thrown in that suit fit hakyeon’s voice 

outfits: imagine this picture but with highwasted brown pants instead and a much flowier white/blue shirt with like puffier sleeves? maybe an extra button undone. then a beret (!), huge fucking dangly earrings, and his hair styled wavy like for the big issue magazine. black shoes with a high heel because fuck you or whatever these shoes are called because fashion. 

m/v: yeah i want it melancholic and rainy and dark and him singing to a stand mic late at night reminiscing.... the night sky.. stars.. starlights.. get it?

2. title track

option 1: sexy

song: if hakyeon went for a sexy concept, and i could totally see him do cunt very well, bass down low and heavy, something like shinhwa’s first love (!!!), hashtag’s freesm, sujeong’s tiger eyes, OR something with a western pop influence: poison, give it up to me, or even hara’s midnight queen

but the ideal? this song is everything i could ever want for hakyeon’s solo debut. the jrock-pop-dance-edm influences are brilliant, it’s fast paced and hot and leaves plenty opportunities for what hakyeon does best, and that’s stare at a stage camera seductively. 

dance: mm a lot of hip work and some flowy arm movements. a little contemporary dance break for hakyeon to flex. female and male back up dancers falling over him/fighting for his attention/serving as his chairs (which he did already lmfao). also that thing where one person moves from stage left to stage right and the dancers behind them copy and freeze in various poses/wave choreography. ALSO there’s a smirk and panting and a growl in this song... if no one got me i know hakyeon’s facial expressions got me!

outfit: THIS gay ass shirt is the ONLY choice wtf!!! taemin move promotions inspired but with higher wasted pants to suit hakyeon’s body type. no necklaces either, maybe gloves, dr martens... the highlight of this outfit would be his arms and lipoma <3 in an ideal world id ask for a little red gradient lip too but whatever, the eye makeup can go crazy instead

m/v: literally let’s bring it back to 2012 give me a box set and 50% dance shots 50% head shots i don’t give a fuuuck!

option 2 / follow up promotions (maybe featuring a female idol): i didn’t ask to be born latina

song: k hakyeon is canonically latinx so his debut song should have a lot of latin dance or even bollywood influences! i’m thinking if solo: koda kumi shake it, , tomochin’s loca, enrique iglesias’ bailamos or if he wants to be quirky he can plagiarize ACCHA ACCHA (get it????)

and if he invites one of his bitches shakira’s la tortura, cocosori’s mi amor, enrique iglesias’ takin back my love . he already covered havana and choreographed it and put his girls in those flamenco dresses soo... we know you want to king

dance:  i trust hakyeon to make troublemaker the 2nd most controversial performance in recent history. honestly just want him to do this to shake the table a little bit if he decides to go for a feature.

but if it;s a solo song... belly dancing!!! hello?????/ literally unfulfilled potential all up in this bitch! when he starts feeling ethnic >> he’s gonna be my cousin shakira said my hips don’t lie... 

outfit: RED! hello?? arguably his best color? when we put him in a sinfully tight shirt and add lace details and a huge leather corset-like belt and a deep v neck cross with long wide sleeves with details on the chest so it’s borderline a figure skating costume and HELLO WHEN WE CONVINCE HIM TO WEAR A CROP TOP AND BELLY DANCING PANTS AND THOSE SEQUIN SEE THROUGH SKIRTS AND DANGLY ACCESSORIES AND SOME INTRICATE WAIST CHAINS ohHoHHohhhpdhp yes it’s all coming together *brain fuckng explodes* also she should grow out his hair kinda like taekwoon hyde era? embrace your heritage king

m/v:  a whole storyline set in like the 50s in which hakyeon is a bartender/cleaner at a cabaret club and he stares wistfully at all the performers on stage and imagines himself up there and practices and then the climax of the song has him receiving standing ovations and as the song closes he’s like jolted from his daydream :’)

OR one of those stereotypical man having an orgy with a bunch of women mvs

4. pussy eating anthem

stellar - vibrato imagery. nuff said.

3. ft. yikyung

obviously this is just wishful thinking but since yikyung’s pretty active rn and has a whole song it’s not too far fetched? what’s far fetched is how close they are irl but i don’t doubt hakyeon will get a lot of his friends to feature, whoever they are. 

5. ballad

6. ft. vixx

aww in my light fashion i do think hakyeon would all but force vixx into the studio to do a cute little gift for the fans song <3 i don’t doubt he’d try to include h*ngbin too in some way. i don’t have concrete ideas for this one cuz fan gift songs suck but he’d probably be involved in the production/lyrics <3

#oh sis this draft is from like 2019 😕 #hakyeon #vixx #cha hakyeon #vixx n #for posterity

[madnessismylover]

Check out my Redbubble?

So I’m kinda in need of money... again...

(not gonna go into detail unless someone asks because it’s depressing af, but basically I can’t get a job because I have no car and my mom is the only one in the house working because my dad has been very very sick since last year.)

I feel bad just asking people to donate to my Ko-Fi so maybe there’ll be something on my Redbubble someone would want that way technically you’re paying for something from me instead of just giving money to me?

I got some pun stuff, some pride stuff, some photography stuff (not shown in this post), and I’m working on more stuff. I have 90 "designs” up as of me posting this. (Most are pride variations for each flag colour combo. I’d say it’s more like 22ish designs because 5 of them have all the colour variations).

Examples: (I only show the Pan versions because showing all would be too much but there are about 15 versions per pride design)

You can get stickers, shirts, mugs, magnets, journals, cards, pillows, etc.

(Yeah they’re poorly drawn and cheesy/stupid puns but I’m not an artist I’m a writer...)

#redbubble #once again asking for help x.X and I feel awful about it #if there's nothing you want on my redbubble but you still wanna donate to me my kofi should be on my bio #i have no idea how much of the redbubble money goes to me but it'll be something and that's better than nothing

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

“Don’t you ever get tired of the taste?”

The sharp crunch fills the air again, and Steve shivers from it like the sound is coming from inside of him, deep in his bones.

“Don’t you ever get tired of having the palate of a toddler?” Billy asks through a full mouth.

He’s spread out on the too-small sofa, ankles crossed where they’re perched on the armrest. It’s fairly warm out today, which means that he’s wearing a scandalous amount of clothes, and Steve would be delighting in that fact right now were it not for the pungent scent of vinegar.

The brunet simply crosses his arms. Glances over his shoulder towards the kitchen, and hardens a glare at no one at all.

“Do we seriously need to keep all of them? We don’t even have room in the fridge.”

“Aw, Stevie, if you really hate it that much…” Billy coos. Then, crunch. “Open a fuckin’ window.”

The howling laughter that leaves him has Steve biting back on a smile, as much as he hates to admit. He’s half tempted to open a window, but he instead chooses to round the couch and tap Billy’s ankle until he lifts his legs up.

The blond obliges him. Permits Steve to sit so he can splay his legs over his lap.

“Guess I might as well get used to it.”

Billy grins. Cozies further into the couch like a cat settling down to take a nap before he sighs comfortably.

“For a second there I thought you were gonna grab a trash bag and go bananas.”

“No, baby, I’d never throw away your gifts,” Steve reassures. He slouches in his seat and takes to fiddling with the seam of Billy’s tiny shorts. “You just have to promise me to brush your teeth before you come to bed tonight or I might puke.”

There’s a little snicker that makes Steve’s smile widen as he flattens his palm against his lover’s thigh.

For a while, things were hard. Really hard.

Billy couldn’t stomach solid foods, could hardly breathe on his own on a good day. And Steve sat by him the whole way through it. Sat by his bed in the hospital and had faith when Billy didn’t that he would get better.

It was on a particularly bad day, a day where the nurses had tried to incorporate something soft into one of his meals — mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes that didn’t go down well, or rather, didn’t stay down. All Steve remembers of that day was Billy crying, eyes red and puffy, nose running as he coughed and heaved, whining about how am I ever gonna eat pickles again if I can’t even eat this.

And Steve had pet his hair and helped him sip some room temperature water, even though he was a little confused.

As far as he knew, Billy didn’t even like pickles. Or, at the very least, didn’t care all that much for them. Not enough to tolerate them on a burger, and certainly not enough to cry about not being able to eat them.

Still, here they are, nearly a year later. With about seven full-sized jars of pickles on their counter, all with ribbons and balloons and get well soon cards fastened to them in some shape or form. Some from family. Most from friends. A few from strangers.

Steve recalls reading a card that was signed by all the guys down at the fire station, regarding Billy as a hero in their ranks.

If only they knew.

“Might get sick of pickles,” Billy sighs.

He holds a spear in his hand, eyeing it like he isn’t sure if he should because it’ll be his fifth in a row, and his stomach is still tragically sensitive. This jar in particular is from Max. Has a red ribbon tied around the rim of the jar and dozens of dollar store skateboard stickers plastered all over it.

That seems enough to justify the next crunch that fills the air.

Steve pats his lover’s thigh and shakes his head when the juice drips on the front of his shirt, thankful that he’s getting better.

Even if it means being surrounded by pickles.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

#harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my writing #ficlet #not proofread #I had a friend once in high school who was obsessed w pickles #one year for her bday everyone showed up with huge jars of pickles for her as gifts #and she was so happy lmao #I just think Billy seems like a pickle kind of guy #Steve takes him out to a movie and grimaces when he orders a fuckin pickle and is like #pls just be normal #also their love language is having silly arguments and im right abt this

[faewritesshit]

Another NPC drabble. This one is more fun less angst

—-

It was cold, the wind sharp as it bit at Micah’s cheeks, despite this, his hands felt sweaty shoved in his pockets. Austin’s grocery was right around the corner, and Micah could feel his heart in his throat. He shouldn’t be this nervous, and yet he found his breath shuddering as the flickering “Open” sign came into view. The straps of his backpack were digging into his shoulders, a bead of sweat sent a shiver down his spine, it felt like there was a stone stuck in the toe of his shoe, and the bell above the door seemed entirely too loud as he pushed it open. The buffeting wall of warm air was effective in shocking his system back into regular functions again, and he took in the room around him. The teenager behind the counter barely glanced up from whatever she was doing at the noise of the door, letting out a barely detectable sigh as she tugged a headphone out of one ear and let it dangle. He hadn’t seen her here before. That was fine. He was fine. He turned, a bit too abruptly, to head down the aisle closest to him. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular, in fact he hadn’t even planned to buy anything here at all, but he needed time to regroup.

Leslie wasn’t here, so he has no reason to be here either. He could just buy the granola bar that had made its way to his hand, and a drink once he stopped staring blankly at the wall of soda, and then leave. And never come back- no.

Leslie wasn’t here, but clearly this kid has to know them. He could just buy his things, a Dr. Pepper and a snickers had made their way into his hands now, leave a message for them, and then leave. And go into hiding immediately- also no.

Leslie wasn’t here, and he was out of time. He was headed up to the register, items in hand, and cleared his throat. The clerk shoved a notebook under the counter as she finally acknowledged him.

“Hey, anything else?” She was small, definitely young with light blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. A sticker name tag on her shirt read “Olive”.

“No.” He answered on autopilot. It was too late to back out now, Micah would never come back if he stopped here. “Well-”

She had already finished scanning and bagging, and her hand paused over a button on the screen. A raised eyebrow was the only form of question asked.

“Is Leslie here?” He hoped the question didn’t sound as shaky as it felt.

Given the suspicious narrowing of her eyes, it did. “Why?” The question was drawn out as she leaned back away from the counter, arms folding over her chest.

“I just-” The words caught in his throat. “We uh- Well I just thought I’d stop by to say hi,” that’s a normal thing to do, right? “but they’re not here, so. Another time.” Something about those blue eyes were too sharp for his stress levels currently, instead he chose to keep his eyes locked on the pin pad, it was stuck on a rotating processing screen.

“Who are you?” The question startled him enough to break his stare.

“Micah?” It came out as a question more than an answer.

The narrowed eyes widened a bit in recognition. Not a good sign. “I can get them if you want.” Finally, the processing screen ended and the pin pad chimed urgently for him to remove his card.

“No, that’s alright.” Play it cool. This was fine, Micah wasn’t panicking at all. “I’ll catch them some other time.” He tried giving her a smile.

“Sure…” He didn’t like the tone of her voice as she pushed the bag towards him and held out the receipt. “See ya, then.”

“Yeah.” He was thankful to have something to hold again. “See you around.” It was a small town so it probably was true either way.

The chime of the bell was jarring again as he rushed to leave the store. He wasn’t looking where he was going, too focused on his feet and what to do next that he didn’t process that there was a person in front of him until they had fully collided. Micah was bounced backwards, and would've surely ended up on his ass were it not for the hands on his shoulders, holding him upright.

“Fuck, I am so so sorry.” The apologies were rolling off his tongue before he had even looked up. The rest of whatever he had planned to say was purged from his head when he found himself face to, well, chest, with Leslie.

“Chill,” They brushed the creases out of the fabric of his sweater and gave him a half smile. “No harm no foul.” The smell of sandalwood and something sweet invaded Micah’s senses, artificial cherry clung to their breath. “You got somewhere to be?”

“No, not really.” Micah tried to take a deep breath as he took a step back, out of their space. “I just stopped by to say hi, I thought you weren’t here today.”

“I’m always here, Micah,” They said it with an eye roll. “but I’m glad I caught you, it looked like you were in a hurry.” With a hand on his shoulder, Leslie turned Micah around before throwing an arm over his shoulder, pulling them both back into the store, out of the biting wind.

“Oh good.” Olive was back to being focused on her notebook as they re-entered the store. “Your friend found you.” Micah didn’t have the brain power to decipher her tone, being pulled so close to Leslie’s side.

Physical touch was something that Micah had never been used to. Always overwhelming and forceful on his nervous system, usually sending it into a spiral. Leslie didn’t seem to have that problem, always ruffling hair or putting an arm on your shoulder or a pat on the back. They were touchy, and Micah hadn’t yet gotten used to it.

“Micah,” Leslie finally released him, but kept a hand on his shoulder, holding him at arms length, using their other hand to gesture at him, and then to Olive, “this is Olive. Olive, Micah. She works here on occasion.”

”Leslie violates child labor laws.” She didn’t look up from the notebook, continuing to detail the eye that Micah could now see.

“I don’t.” Leslie chuckled as they gave Olive’s hair a rough tousle, which she ignored. “She hangs around enough, figured I might as well put her to work.”

”Careful,” Olive finally looked up at Micah, “They’ll get you too. I think they’re starting to form a habit of it.”

”So what’s up?” Leslie seemed content to ignore the warning as they reattached their name tag. “You free for the day?”

”Y-yeah, my last class got out a bit ago.” He was starting to relax into the environment, the bickering reminded him of his siblings. “Figured I’d get some snacks before getting into my readings.”

”We’re kinda out of the way aren’t we?”

”And I wanted to say hi?” Again it came out as more of a question than he wanted it to.

Leslie took a moment to study him, eyes searching and laced with worry. The anxious itchy feeling was coming back, he could practically feel the pressure of their eyes on him, and the quiet in the room wasn’t helping. Carly Rae Jepsen was playing softly over the speakers. Apparently Leslie had found what they were looking for because they finally broke the silence.

”Wanna hang here? We won’t bother you if you need to focus.” Neither of them had noticed Olive studying the exchange.

”Sure,” Micah hadn’t expected the wave of relief that washed over him at the offer. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

”Cool.” It was the only response Leslie gave before working to pull a small folding table and accompanying chair closer to the counter for him.

Before he knew it, Micah was settled at the table, heavy anthropology textbook open before him, with notebooks and highlighters spread around it. Leslie and Olive were on opposite sides of the counter, Leslie in the process of teaching her how to play poker. It took Micah three games to realize that Olive was hustling them. It took Leslie five. Eventually, Micah was roped into the game, his reading left half-done and pushed to one side of the table to make room. Their pot consisted of a handful of snack sized candies and raunchy stickers, and they were all playing to win. Customers filtered in and out, but all of them seemed accustomed to the shenanigans of the store. One joined in for a round after making their purchase, but almost all of them at least inquired as to who was winning. Olive proudly told them about her initial con. It was amusing to watch her puff out her chest, and see Leslie try to defend themself by guilting her. It wasn’t effective.

Soon enough, the sky was darkening and the street lights were turning on. As full dark began to set in, Olive received a very worried call from her foster parent, which Leslie had to take over. Ten minutes, and plenty of complaining, later, a car pulled up to take her home, and it was just the two of them left in the store.

“Thanks for letting me hang around today.” Micah was slowly packing up his supplies, keeping his hands busy.

”You’re welcome anytime.” Leslie was partway across the room, starting the actual work that had been avoided throughout the evening. “I know it can be hard.”

Their honesty never failed to take him by surprise, and a stillness hung in the air. For some reason, he felt like he should apologize. “It was a lot of fun, if I’m honest. Olive is… a character.”

”Better get used to her.” Leslie chuckled. “I can’t seem to get rid of her.”

The zipper of his backpack drew Leslie’s attention away from their sweeping.”I guess I should probably be heading back.” Neither of them moved.

”Where’s your roommate?”

He didn’t understand how they always seemed to know what was happening before he said anything. “Left for home yesterday night. Early weekend.” It felt like an admission of guilt.

There was another pause, they just stood, each watching the other. “I can at least give you a ride home.” They crossed the room in a few slow strides, leaning the broom against the counter as they started to go for their keys. Micah watched as they hesitated, turning halfway to look at him. “Or you could stay, if you want?”

“I’ll stay.”

#oc writing #oc drabble #drabble #npc drabble #kinda another ‘micah having a panic attack’ thing #no i don’t project onto him wdym

[heros-original-characters]

@tazzes-original-characters

Yes! But...

Double counter!

Ashton: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Ayame : ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Ayame : Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Ashton: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Ayame : A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Ayame : And I started thinking.

Ayame : Like, it was just trying to get food.

Ayame : What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Ashton: Are you ok?

Selah: Why do you hang out with me?

Sky: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Selah: …

Selah: I feel a bit sorry for you.

Sky: Can we get a birthday cake?

Selah: It’s not your birthday.

Sky: The cake won’t know!

Frost: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween!

Nia : That doesn't exist.

Frost: Not with that attitude.

Nia : Frost? What are you doing here?

Frost, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

Alice, at Selina's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Alice, leaning over Selina′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Selina: Yeah, no shit.

Alice: Eat shit and die, Selina!!!

Selina: Eat shit and live, Alice.

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Selina: Excuse me?

Alice: I said hold the fuck up.

Selina:

Alice: I’m the fuck up, hold me.

Deus: *casually taking four stairs at a time*

Viri, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

Deus, trying to comfort Viri: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Viri: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.

Deus: …I was hungry.

Viri: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Deus: I only like dark humor.

Viri, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Deus:

Viri: An IMPASTA!

Vitris: You’re giving me a sticker?

Holly: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Vitris: I’m not a preschooler.

Holly: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Vitris: I earned this, back off!

Holly: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.

Vitris: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Holly, admiring a sleeping Vitris: You’re so cute.

Vitris, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Holly, lovingly: I know.

Vitris: I’m a reverse necromancer.

Holly: Isn’t that just killing people?

Vitris: Ah, technically.

Holly: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Vitris: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Holly.

Holly:

Vitris: ...The nightmares.

Holly: *wrapping their arms around Vitris* Awwww, sweetie-

Vitris: I hate you.

Holly: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Holly: Vitris, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Vitris, naked in Holly's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Holly, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Holly: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Vitris?

Vitris: …Not really.

Holly: Nothing?

Vitris: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Vitris: *types in Holly*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Vitris: How fucking DARE YOU-

Vitris: Holly... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.

Holly: *muffled* mm hmmm :)

Vitris: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

Holly: I like your new pants!

Vitris: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Holly: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Vitris: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Holly: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Vitris: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Holly.

#incorrect quotes

[globalanigoods]

This may be as good a time as any to introduce myself and what I’m about.

Fair morrow. My name is Shag, or at least that is what I’ll be going by online. Sometimes you’ll see my myself by other names on my blog posts as well, all beginning with A. Adolt is dumb and excitable; A-Hole or Ace is villainous; Assault is likely to make you cry; Attack is smart.

I am a huge fan of stories. Animated movies, short films and TV series are my go to when it comes to relaxing in front of the TV. Whether it be an interconnected series that builds upon itself as it goes on or more episodic with individual stories with little to no consequence, I love series in particular. And it doesn’t matter what the target demographic is, I can find something for any age group. It usually needs to make me laugh at some point but that’s not a hard rule.

At some point several years ago (2014 or 2015 I think?) I started to notice the difference that series and even movies got in merchandising between the U.S.A. and Japan. Anime and its merchandise made over a trillion yen in 2021, while the world was still in the midst of covid. Those are some impressive numbers if you ask me. And that covers most of the shows and films that came out at the time, or had come out in previous years. In the U.S.A., there may not be any merchandise available for a show ever.

So eventually I started keeping a list of things that I would like to see made that strangely wasn’t. But, like most things in life, making merchandise costs money. And in no way am I wealthy, so I’ve had nothing but a list to show for years. About a year and a half ago, I decided to look into easy things that could be done around the house: posters, stickers, calendars, shirts, et cetera. And I’ve finally gotten the funds to start doing that, in some capacity.

Which brings us to why I am here on Tumblr and its obviously for marketing purposes. But I don’t like the idea of boring old marketing so I’m trying for a fun blog instead. I should probably be doing a YouTube channel but speech isn’t exactly my strong point. So here’s a  breakdown of what you can expect to see here on any given week:

What I hope to be a fun collection of topics surrounding animation, some of which are just think/opinion pieces.

So, That’s Gotta Hurt Sunday: a look at weird poses in animation.

Monster Monday: a look at movie monsters within animation.

Too Bad You Did That Tuesday: a look at failures and blunders within the animation and comics industries.

What I’d Like to See Wednesday: things I am worried or excited to see in animated shows or movies if there were to be more of the IP.

Think They Survived Thursday: a look at characters that almost certainly died but it was left ambiguously undeclared.

Feels Like I’m Kinning: a look at a scene that makes me relate to a character.

Social Commentary Saturday: a look at what the writers seem to be saying about society without coming right out and saying it.

Science in Animation Sunday and Saturday: a look into gadgets, gizmos, inventions, and inators in animation and whether they would work or not with today’s technology.

Short fan fiction from different shows and movies:

Stealing Socials Sunday: think posts on Reddit and Bored Panda but written by cartoon characters.

Maybe Make it More Mature Monday: an effort to make a mature joke or write a scene that wouldn’t usually slide within the show or movie.

This Show/Movie/Episode/Season Needs a Song Tuesday: an attempt to insert a song where there isn’t one in a place where it feels like there should be.

What Should it Look Like? Wednesday: Flat out fan fiction, taking place over time.

Think They Just Need a Hug Thursday: characters that just need to let it out or are just so wholesome.

Face it, They’d Say Fuck Friday: name says it all

Someone Get These Two Together Saturday: think Cartoon Network’s Cartoon City but more on the scale of a modern day Roger Rabbit.

I don’t plan on this being an everyday thing for all of these because I may not have that kind of time. But I do plan on doing something daily. Hope you have fun on this journey.

Until next time, be well.

Ttfn

[pensivetense]

Also the merch for this podcast slaps

#if this was sticker instead of a shirt I’d get it #cwpwhm #conversations with people who hate me

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher X Reader- Jokes on you... (Part 1/2)

ANON ASKS

Hi Miss Night owl :) I have a request to ask of you when u have time . Can you pretty please do a.smut fic with Stu and Bill ; where Y/N is a new student, Stu and Billy was the first to befriend her, But like within a month Y/N ended up being targeted by ghost face , she comes face to face with him and instead of fear , shes just flat out turned on lol.

Can you use 1, 2 , 3 and 5 from your X-Rated list pleaaaaase ❤💖

Shoooooottt, let’s fucking GO!!! Also I hope you don’t mind, I took some creative liberties of my own...hehe. girl I am so fucking sorry I didn’t get to your request earlier. HERE IT IS THO. (All your prompts will come in part 2 when the smut goes down)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

2- Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

5- Bend over the counter and stick that ass out, baby.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

X RATED PROMPT LIST| NON X RATED PROMPT LIST

Leggo!!

...

“Nice notebook.”

You looked up from what you had been doing to find a slightly greasy looking guy sitting across from you.

“What’s wrong with cute stickers.” you slightly pouted. You thought the little graphic of a cartoon egg relaxing in a bowl of ramen was cute of course next to your sticker of a kitty shooting rainbows out its butt. 

“Nothing at all, it was a compliment.” 

“Oh...thanks.” you looked down. You went back to your business, only for him to keep talking.

“I’ve never seen you around here before.”

You looked up from your notebook again, your face twisting into a slight pout. “I just transferred.” 

“So you’re new?”

“Uh-huh.” you nodded shyly. You looked back down. 

“So you gonna tell me your name?”

“Y/N.” you smiled shyly. 

“Y/N...nice. I’m Billy-”

“AND I’M STU!” A random guy basically fell out the sky, scaring the shit out of you. “You’re pretty cute!”

“Me?..Thank you!” you smiled again.

“Is that a Jason sticker? Holding a cat with a hockey mask? You like scary movies?”

“My mom is a makeup artists for horror movies, so I kinda grew up with them.” you shrugged. 

“Really now? I’m assuming you make figurines out of glitter and pasta?” this Stu character cackled. 

“No!” you whined, hugging your notebook to your chest. “How rude!”

“Oh easy now.” Stu hummed. “It was all in good fun.”

 “Sorry...its just a touchy subject for me.”

“What is? Horror?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah...I’ve just...” you trailed off. “I just have a very personal relationship with the genre as a whole.” you stood up. “Bye now.”

Billy watched you as you left.

“How soon you thinkin, man?” Stu nudged Billy.

“...Let’s wait a bit.” Billy watched as you knelt by a couple of weeds and picked a dandelion. “She’s interesting.”

...

“Need some company?” Billy and Stu rushed to your side.

“What’s this?!” Stu slapped a hand over the open page! “Who is this?!”

A very detailed drawn figure of a tall figure was clad completely in black. Well, they’re shirt was fully unbuttoned showing a very impressive physique. The only thing missing was their mask...which you’ve yet to draw.

“Nothing!” you whined. “Gimme!!”

“You’re a pervert aren’t you.” Billy began flipping through your notebook. “Check it out, naked lady.” Billy nudged Stu.

“Nice!~”

“You two wouldn’t understand.” you frowned. “Why can’t beautiful people be murderous! You wouldn’t expect a drop dead gorgeous person to slit throats in their free time.”

“If I didn’t know any better-” Stu began. “I’d say the killer thing turns you on.”

“WHAT!? PFFFT NOOO!!” your voice went way to high for you to be telling the truth.

“Lying is a bad thing for you sweetheart-” Billy hummed. “You probably have fantasies of that type of thing.”

“Even if I did, that’s no business of yours...or yours.” you shifted between the two. 

The duo watched as you walked off, they were both in a fit of laughter.

You had no idea how many times in the past three weeks these two had butt into your lives but they never left you alone. Soon after, Billy and Stu decided it was time...

You were walking home after a late night at a friend’s house. You were trying to rush because it had been thundering too. It was then you felt like you were being followed. A shadow loomed over you which made you turn around. 

‘Nope nope nope!’ you had began speed walking. You knew how this shit went. You weren’t about to become a statistic. Your mom working in horror movies had you having a lot of interesting conversations with the actual killers and monsters acting on the screen.

You kept walking only to notice there was a shadow in front of you now.

“What the-”

You looked behind you then back in front of you. 

TWO- YOU WEREN’T PREPARED FOR TWO! 

Before you could move, the stranger practically snatched you up. 

“I wouldn’t move if I were you-” a strange voice spoke to you.

... 

You fell to the floor with a thud, crawling back until you hit a wall. You were in a basement of some sort. It looked like a nice ass house, but what killer would do his murder from home?? Billy stared at you from under the mask, you didn’t look like the type of girl that was terrified by this situation. 

You were looking around, avoiding his eyes. Usually victims would look him in the eye and plea for their lives. Your wrists were chained in front of your body, making it hard to moved.

“LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!” 

You shouldn’t have even spoken because this Ghostface was angered. He drove his knife into the wall, less than three inches from your head. 

You gasped, but not the type of gasp that someone who was in fear would make. Billy raised an eyebrow (under the mask of course). How strange for a girl to not be scared of him. That was a first. 

“I don’t know what you want but I can assure you I do not have it!” you tried to reason.

 This Ghostface knelt in front of you making a heart with his hands. 

“Charades? I like charades!” your voice went very high. “Heart, love. oh my god you’re gonna rip my heart out!”

“Nuh uh uh~” he sang. He pointed towards you, then to himself, then made the number 3 with his fingers.

“Me and you...Y-you’re gonna stab me three times?” you squeaked. He then tilted his hand under your chin and made you look up. He made the ‘okay’ symbol...then inserted his knife handle through the ‘O’.

“Ooooohhh...oh I get it now.” you laughed nervously. “Oh my...” you began fanning yourself. “What’s wrong with me.” you squeaked. “Y/N you are literally about to die, now is not the time-”

Billy tilted his head to the side as you began cursing yourself. He took note of the way you squeezed your legs together. You looked so pathetic there. You looked up at him for a second, feeling your breath hitch.

“S-so you wanna...do things to me? Wait...where does the number three come from?” you whimpered.

As if someone answered you, another Ghostface walked around the corner. 

“O-okay. One...two.” you moved from each figure. “I don’t understand...”. The second Ghostface neared closer and slowly slipped his hands into yours, turning your finger towards you. “Three.” you squeaked. “Okay.” you shifted in your chains. 

“Let me get this straight...you two kidnapped me...so you two could-”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” the first ghostface finally spoke. “We we’re gonna kill ya but...shit do you look so helpless there.”

“Say what now!”

“Easy now~” the second ghostface trailed knelt down in front of you and traced a gloved finger down your cheek. “It was a compliment.”

“Huh? Y-you said that like someone I know.” you stammered. “Or maybe I’m just hallucinating because why the FUCK aren’t I screaming right now?” you whispered. “No, this isn’t happening, I don’t like this-”

“Lying is a bad thing sweetheart.”

Despite the both of them being voice-changed, there was a familiarity to their voices. 

“You said that like some one I know too-” you whimpered. “Matter of fact you said that almost exactly the same way-”

You didn’t know what was gonna happen, but Lord help you.

(Next part will have....that good shit hehehe)

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When Your Son Is A Mummy’s Boy ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

His eyes widened in disbelief as once again your son crawled across to you, leaving Jin all alone. “I keep telling you that I’m his favourite, why don’t you listen to me?”

Jin’s head shook, stunned at the betrayal from your son. “He really is becoming such a mummy’s boy, don’t you think?”

“Who can blame him?” You smirked, lifting your son up into the air, “why would anyone not want to be a mummy’s boy when they’ve got such an incredible mummy.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that, can I?” Jin smiled.

Your head nodded back at him as he watched your son squirm in his hold. “I read an article that said boys are much more likely to gravitate towards their mum first than their dad actually.”

“And does the opposite apply to daughters?” Jin enquired, keen to feel less lonely as he sat in the other corner of the room all by himself.

“It does,” you grinned, “so fingers crossed for your sake our next baby is a girl then.”

“You want to have another baby?” Jin asked, surprised by your sudden confession, “we’ve never talked about trying for another child since Y/S/N arrived.”

“Of course, we’ve got to have daddy’s princess too.”

Yoongi:

Your heart sunk as you watched the expression on Yoongi’s face drop as your son ran straight across and into your arms. “Why does he always go to you first?”

You picked up your son before turning your attention back across to Yoongi. “He goes to you too, maybe he just wants me today.”

“Don’t try and make me feel better,” Yoongi hummed back to you, “you and I both know that he prefers you, he is most definitely more of a mummy’s boy.”

“He does love being with you too,” you reasoned.

Yoongi’s head nodded, despite the small bit of doubt in the back of his mind. “I just wish sometimes he would come across to me a bit too, just once I’d like the first cuddle instead of you.”

“Maybe just give him time,” you weakly smiled, bouncing your son up and down, “you have just come back from the tour too.”

“Do you really think me being away has bothered him that much?” Yoongi asked.

“He’s getting used to you being back again,” you tried to explain, “once he’s back in a routine, I’m sure that he’ll be all over you, you’ll be sick of him soon.”

“There’s no way that I could ever get sick of a hug from him.”

Hoseok:

Your head shook with a chuckle as Hobi held up the latest baby grow that he had bought for your son to wear. “It says mummy’s boy, because he definitely is one.”

Your eyes widened as he passed it over to you. “Are you really wanting for our son to wear this? To admit that he is in fact a mummy’s boy?”

“Perhaps I’ve been in denial and bitter for a while,” Hobi confessed, “but that’s only because I’d rather than he was a daddy’s boy instead of a mummy’s boy.”

“I think the baby grow is quite sweet,” you mused.

Hobi’s head nodded back at you in surprise, “you have to say that considering it says mummy’s boy on it, I’d be more annoyed if you disliked it seeing as this is bragging rights for you.”

“You bought it,” you teased, “I didn’t ask you to buy a shirt with that written on.”

“I thought I would at least pretend that the fact that my son is a mummy’s boy is something I’m alright with,” Hobi teased in reply, “even though I’m not.”

“He might one day surprise you and prefer you to me,” you tried to reason, but Hobi’s head shook, knowing that it was too good to be true.”

“He’s a mummy’s boy, I finally accept it Y/N.”

Namjoon:

His eyes widened in surprise as he walked into your son’s nursery to see that it was spotless. “Did you finally tidy up like I asked you too?” He asked across to your son.

His head shook though, as he pointed across to you in the doorway. “Mummy did it,” he squirmed, throwing you straight under the bus.

“Did she?” Namjoon sighed, slowly turning to look across to you. “I thought we agreed that he would tidy up then we could put a sticker on the rewards chart?”

“He wasn’t going to do it, I felt compelled to,” you protested.

Namjoon’s head shook at your defence, “our boy really has you wrapped around his little finger, this isn’t what we’re supposed to do Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” you smiled, “but this mess was just annoying me too much to ignore.”

“Then you should have prompted him to do it,” Namjoon reminded you, “I know he’s a mummy’s boy, but you can’t succumb to those puppy eyes every time.”

“I’ll try harder from now on, I promise Joon.”

Jimin:

Sniggers came from all around the room as your son ran straight past Jimin and across to you. “Your son hates you,” Hobi teased, letting go of a loud chuckle at your son.

Jimin immediately turned around and shot a glare back to Hobi, “now do you guys see what I mean when I say he’s a mummy’s boy?”

“It was as if you weren’t even in the room,” Jungkook added, throwing his head back with laughter, “can we all act as if you’re invisible too from now on?”

“I can’t blame Y/S/N for preferring Y/N,” Jin also chimed.

Jimin’s head shook as he listened to several jokes from all around the studio. “I knew that it was a bad idea inviting you two to visit today, now do you see what I have to put up with?”

“They’re not wrong,” you laughed, twirling your son around in your arms, “and you invited us, so you’ve only got yourself to blame.”

“Stop encouraging them,” Jimin cried out, “they’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Your son is a complete mummy’s boy,” Yoongi teased, “that must be a right kick to the ego for you, how does it feel to be the second favourite parent Jimin?”

“Can we all just agree to drop this one now?”

Taehyung:

A pout formed on Taehyung’s face as soon as your son ran to you as the door to his classroom opened. “Hello,” Taehyung spoke, but your son turned away from him.

You smirked across at Taehyung as your son leapt up into your arms. “Don’t look like that, now you know how I felt with Y/D/N.”

“Still, I don’t like it when it’s the other way around,” Taehyung mused, “even though I understand now how you felt with Y/D/N being such a daddy’s girl.”

“You wanted both of the kids to be yours,” you laughed.

Taehyung’s eyes widened at your accusation, even though he knew that you were right. “I was the one that drove you here so that we could pick him up and he hasn’t even looked at me yet.”

“Not nice, is it,” you continued to tease, spinning your son around so Taehyung could see him, “now you know how I struggled for so long.”

“Now I’m beginning to appreciate why you used to get so upset,” Taehyung confessed.

“Eventually he’ll grow out of it, just like Y/D/N did,” you assured him, “it must just be a weird kind of stage of life that they seem to hit at this age.”

“Well, the sooner he grows out of it, the better.”

Jungkook:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as your son immediately ran to you as soon as he couldn’t open up his lollipop. “I’m the stronger of the two of us,” Jungkook quickly whined.

You took the sweet from your son and opened it up for him, “it’s a shame that Y/S/N must think that you’re so weak though.”

“He just adores you in general,” Jungkook replied, trying to keep a straight face, “he thinks you’re better than me in every way, not just as a test of strength Y/N.”

“Where’s that suddenly come from?” You asked.

His shoulders shrugged as he let go of a sigh, “I just hate how much of a mummy’s boy he’s becoming sometimes, it feels like everything that I do just isn’t good enough for him.”

“That’s nonsense,” you assured, turning your son around and encouraging him to Jungkook, “he loves you, and you’re the best daddy too.”

“He’s still becoming a mummy’s boy,” Jungkook laughed, “you can’t even deny that.”

“Perhaps he does come to me a little more,” you agreed with a weak smile, “but please don’t doubt how much he loves you, because he loves you a lot.”

“I know, I was just overthinking for a moment there.”

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