#it sounds totally dramatic but its true

[angelbambisworld]

May 10th marks the one year anniversary of...

The day I fell in love with this peculiar individual. Let me explain...

See one day I was just lying up in bed watching YouTube and minding my business. That's when this video popped up in my feed

Now mind you around this time I was kinda dipping my toes into KISS and the fandom in general. I was vaguely familiar with the members of the band. I was like "Oh yeah that's Gene, right? That's the guy who pukes up blood and sticks his tongue out."

I watched it. And something about Gene's eyes in that video put a terrible spell on me(And that's when the trouble started I think 🤣). And then I was like "Yeah I'll watch some more. Why not?"

I think this was the first time I had heard Gene's "Demon" voice and I immediately melted into a fangirly little puddle when I heard him speak. Every "Oh yeah?!" a Cupid's arrow in my own heart.

Also that one part where he just stops playing his bass and he slowly looks around at the audience while he's just COATED in all that fake blood 🫣😖🥵

But that wasn't enough. Now I knew of Gene "The Demon" Simmons' existence, I needed to know more. I needed more!

So I took to Google and YouTube. I saw what he looked like in 1983 when they took off the makeup and I was like "Wow! So that's what you were hiding from us till then?! You should've took the makeup off sooner!"

I saw what he looked like in the 90s during KISS's Revenge era. I've said it before but at first I didn't care much for the band's look during this time. But I thought Gene still looked daddy af(Just as I do now lol).

I saw some clips from Gene Simmons: Family Jewels and I watched and read some interviews, etc. Moment by moment, second by second, I was falling for this strange old man.

And then I said to myself "I gotta look at the fanfiction in this fandom."

I got onto AO3 and looked through the Gene Simmons/Reader tag. I read "The Man With The Smoldering Eyes"(I absolutely adore Hillsofuhhhtennessee's portrayal of Gene/Demon in all of her fics actually.). I read "Dolls". I read "Great Expectations". By the time I was done, Gene was already living rent free in my brain.

And now here we are. Looking back, I wonder if it was ever possible for me to resist his devilish charms?

Then again, I would've never met any of you wonderful people, my mutuals!

#it sounds totally dramatic but its true #kiss #kiss band #gene simmons #kissblr #pookie bear #celebrity crush #god i want him so bad #rock and roll #just quirky things #rock n roll #hard rock #rock #i need to fuck that old man nasty style #i need him fr #the demon #heavy metal #glam metal #my lil slutty demon #my lil snuggle muffin #just fangirl things #just girly things #blood spitting #spit blood into my mouth daddy #daddy gene #daddy af #gene simmons family jewels #genes rizz strikes again #genes number one nastiest fangirl #Youtube

[diaenerys]

if i went through what i went through when i was 15 now i would not have survived it

#i know its supposed to be the opposite #also im making it sound so dramatic there was nothing that big but like if this was happening now i would probably kill myself honestly #lol this is so fucked like if you asked me two months ago i probably would have told you mentally im doing the best i ever have #and i literally did tell people that #like you would ask me about my problems and id be like idk lol ive never been better #well #nothing lasts forever i guess #im so fucking annoying too cause like even a week ago i was totally fine im just thinking all this cause im in a bad mood #although it really is about the way i react to things #like i think im handling things a lot worse than i used to #that might also not be true #it will pass and i will feel good again and i know this but its hard to remember

[coeurify]

I have no idea how this would fit into an storyline but I am a hoe for fake dating. Imagine fake dating with abby and it slowly becoming too real

UGH YOU GET ME FAKE DATING IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES!!

⋆˚✿˖° now, abby anderson had a problem. specifically a blonde, brown eyed loud mouthed man of a problem. owen fucking moore. she had broken up with him in the summer time, little explanation given to the ass of a boyfriend other than that she needed to “find herself.” (not that she needed to give any.)

⋆˚✿˖° but owen? oh owen didn’t accept that. so from the very moment abby had broken it off, to when the air began to smell like fall.. he pestered abby. asked for a reason, begged for another chance (despite HIM going around with damn near every girl on the WLF compound.)

⋆˚✿˖° things came to a head at a get together in one of abby and owen’s mutual friend’s apartment style quarters. mutual friend who also happened to be your roommate.

⋆˚✿˖° abby and owen fought all night, abby’s cheeks red from embarrassment and anger, eyebrows furrowed together. “why can’t you just take no for an answer owen?“ the cup in her hand crackled a bit under the pressure when the man scoffed. “because you never give me a real answer!” abby’s arms crossed at that, searching around the room. quickly, and maybe a little impulsively, she shrugged. “i’m into someone else now.”

⋆˚✿˖° owen just couldn’t accept that, his arms thrown around dramatically. “so you like another guy? that’s why you wont give me another chance? you know i can treat you better.” that sentence alone reminded abby just why she hated being with him so much, but again that fast moving brain of hers spoke before the thought could finish, finger pointing in the direction of the first person she found.. you. “it’s not a guy. it’s a girl. im not.. into your..” abby made a motion, “species anymore.” sure, it was sort of true. abby recently realized she probably had a thing for girls, but you particularly? she couldn’t count on her fingers the amount of conversations she had with. “i like her.”

⋆˚✿˖° you, who’s head poked up, mouth full of slightly stale chips, having heard the whole conversation. abby anderson, beautiful, funny, madeyouweakintheknees, abby anderson was into you? and not straight? surely not. you swallowed harshly, deciding to play into whatever game abby seemed to have set on the floor. you made your way over, an award winning smile on your face as owen’s mouth dropped open further than a damn infected. “You like her? as in girls?”

⋆˚✿˖° honestly, you probably caused more trouble when you stood near the two, “abs!” you grinned, “you forgot your jacket here.. cmere ill grab it for you.” and then your hand is wrapped around her tensed bicep, the stiffness likely caused by her pure shock you even played along. still, she used it as an out from the devil with blonde locks, shrugging almost apologetically at owen before letting you whisk her away.

⋆˚✿˖° and that night, after everyone but you and abby had stumbled out of the cramped room, which was still humid and heavy, you made the plan. with a pen that had little ink left, scratching against the water damaged pages of the notebook you tucked under your pillow, you wrote the words “project get rid of owen moore.” which ok, in retrospect sounded really bad. but you were a little tipsy.

⋆˚✿˖° the plan was easy. play the role of abby’s first girlfriend, convince owen she was totally not into him or men anymore. what did you get out of it? a spot on the top dog abby anderson’s patrol team. something you had been vying for this year. abby agreed, although a little hesitantly. she promised she had picked you only because its who her pointed finger found first. not any actual attraction. you swallowed down the hit to your ego that brought.

⋆˚✿˖° and honestly? the plan went on pretty steadily. you were a damn good fake girlfriend if you had to admit it, and abby didn’t hate being around you. in fact, she really enjoyed being around you. she enjoyed how easily your fingers reached down, tapping on her palm to fing a way to hold her hand whenever one of owen’s posey was around. she enjoyed how you leaned in whenever owen passed by, your lips on her ear, whispering anything you knew would have her smiling. a fake smile of course.

⋆˚✿˖° you two had some pretty strict rules. no kissing, no extreme touchiness, absolutely no spilling to anyone this was fake, and the most important.. no real feelings. you had come up with a backstory, one you two had studied together. (you two met in the training room after your roommate introduced you two and totally hit it off. abby got you a spot on her team next to her and manny, and feeling bloomed from there.) abby added in a few details she knew would piss owen off.. and you sealed your lips shut to follow the rules.

⋆˚✿˖° the first few weeks were easy. you liked spending time around abby. you enjoyed how she smiled, you laughed at all the jokes she cracked (for the fake dating points of course..), and you loved training with her. you had to ignore the shiver her hands on your shoulders or waist gave, knowing it was just to help your position. “you have to fix your stance if you plan on fighting scars..” abby huffed.

⋆˚✿˖° the problem started in october. a month and a half into your fake dating plan. tens of lunches spent alone together, a handful of new hair styles you begged to try on abby, and around 5 missions out of the base, in. there was a party, one you demanded the two of you go to one day as you lounged on abby’s bunk— watching as she cleaned up manny’s mess across the room. “if we dress up together, owen will totally finally get off your case,” you assured, bringing a loud sigh from the blonde. “oh my god.. fine.”

⋆˚✿˖° you went as a angel and devil, simple enough to easy stitch together some devil horns for yourself and an angel halo you found in an old broken down store in the city for abby. no way did you admit the trouble you went for to find it to abs, especially not as she easily pulled her shirt off in front of you, totally clueing you in to where the nickname came from as she shoved on the white teeshirt.

⋆˚✿˖° see, the no kissing rule was an important one, but vodka made everything seem less important, and owen was awfully loud that night, scoffing any time you smiled and leaned into your angel, head band tilting off your head, which abby fixed with a grin. “you two act more like friends than people fucking each other,” owen scoffed as he pressed by you two, the words pounding in abby’s ears over the loud mingling voices.

⋆˚✿˖° “kiss me,” abby called over the old cd that played on the speakers, her cheeks red with anger— blue eyes flicking around. “what?” you laughed, thinking back to rule number 1. “i know we said no— no kissing but i just.. oh my god just kiss me,” abby muttered, her large hands gripping your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss, one she was sure owen was watching on to. one you melted into, sucking her lip in between yours.

⋆˚✿˖° that had been a breaking point, ragged breaths and heated necks as you pulled away. it lead to more excuses with less validity being used when the two of you stared at each other’s lips. stepping down the stairs of the base, eyes catching on someone who just looked like owen. “kiss me,” abby muttered quickly, and you wasted no time to turn your head and fill your nose with the scent of pine as you leaned in.

⋆˚✿˖° the no kissing rule crossed off right before the no touchiness one did, that one had been scribbled off completely when abby began pulling you into her lap in group functions, one soft hand rubbing up against your side as she whispered in your ear, “jus’ for show.”

⋆˚✿˖° just for show of course, but you screamed into your pillow for so long that night you almost thought the walls of your room would crumble down along with the barrier you put between you and the blonde.

⋆˚✿˖° kisses and touchiness turned to nights spent in abby’s room, mornings waking up and having abby’s shirt thrown at your face. “wear that, owen got it for me when we were dating.” sure, you probably should be ashamed to be wearing the clothes of a girl who didn’t like you, but the frown on owen’s face made it worth it.

⋆˚✿˖° that last rule, the one that didn’t have pen strokes over the letters, the one locked behind awkward coughs and side glances, well you weren’t sure who broke it first. you dont know why feelings came into play, but you sure do know it happened.

⋆˚✿˖° you felt it first when abby didn’t talk to you for a few days. you saw her across the stadium with nora, her head tilted back lightly in a laugh at something the other girl said. that was the first time you felt the needle sized ache in your heart, one that only ripped further when owen shoulder checked you on his way by, “better get your girl. she slips away easily.”

⋆˚✿˖° maybe that rule had been broken when abby stormed into your room, met with the sight of you on the couch with some other blonde girl, an old tape of a southern movie mid way through when anderson scoffed and demanded the girl get out. she did so in a hurry, scrambling for her sweatshirt as a frown grew on your lips. “abby what the fuck?” you scoff, watching her eyebrows unfurrow lightly. “you can’t have other girls over! it fucks with our plan,” she accused, though she stumbled lightly over the words. “she’s just a friend, abby.”

⋆˚✿˖° however, the night you sat in your bed, breath heavy and eyes stinging as you broke through the paper with the pen, scratching over the words “no real feelings,” that came in the end of november.

⋆˚✿˖° your head was pressed into abby’s shoulder, yawning and closing your eyes as the movie played on a big sheet, a biweekly occurrence in the WLF base. abby had pressed to your cheek, placing a kiss to it that had some sort of butterfly attack take fruition in your stomach. you two didn’t even know if owen or his friends were around, and they for sure were not the reason of abby’s hand linking into yours as you two walked toward her room later that night. you both seemed to realize that when you reached her door and she leaned forward just lightly, as if to kiss you.

⋆˚✿˖° she cleared her throat, licking over the lips you wanted to capture again. “i think-” she said suddenly, squeezing her eyes closed. “i think owen really believes it now.” you could feel your heart sinking to the empty stomach that laid below your chest, knowing what came next. “i think we should break up.” abby finished, quick to add, “fake break up.”

⋆˚✿˖° you nodded along silently to the story she built still standing in her doorway. miscommunication, arguments, differing plans, the whole shebang— anything to make the breakup believable. you agreed, but the moment her door shut, a half smile and thank you sitting on her lips as the door locked, you felt the tears prick your eyes.

⋆˚✿˖° you wiped quickly at the tears, your hand slapped over the aching chest you swore betrayed you. you sucked in shallow breaths, shaky hands finding your own door as your vision went blurry.

⋆˚✿˖° as your pen broke through the white sheet of paper, you cursed your own heart. you cursed it for being so easy to rip from your chest, presented on a platter for a blonde who only saw it as a fake replica. you threw the notebook across the floor, hand slapping over your mouth so your roommate wouldn’t wake as you sobbed into it. surely you had been the only one to break that rule, but that didn’t matter now.

⋆˚✿˖° but you were wrong. not that you could know that. a five minute walk away, abby breathed out slowly as her fingers scraped though the braid she was undoing, an odd stinging pricked at the corner of her lashes. she knew she did the right thing. she knew it as soon as her lips searched for your own at her doorway tonight. so why did it feel so bad? why did her hands tremble as she pulled out her blanket and climbed under it, squeezing her eyes shut.

⋆˚✿˖° if this was all fake, why did the break up feel so real?

#rins reqs ❀. #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson x f!reader #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fluff

[rubyblue2005]

Au where when Saiki was younger, he sometimes ran into Aren's mom injured and helped her out, and he became something like an unofficial medic to her and her little group. Sometimes when Saiki was patching her up, she would vaguely talk about her kid around his age and stuff. Well, she wouldn't mention Aren by name or talk about him out loud but Saiki just reads her thoughts and so he vaguely knows about her little Hoodlum but then she and her gang moved and Saiki being a little too good at Rock Paper Scissors happened and so they got separated and drifted apart.

Only for some odd years later (Like, four or five) and Aren transfers into Saiki's class with his whole trying to be a normie spiel and how he is totally not gonna be a punk anymore. Aren doesn't really look like his parents (In the same way of how Kusuo and Kusuke don't really look like Kurumi) so Saiki doesn't really suspect anything- and neither does Aren, and they carry on. Imagine a similar situation as the street magician Chouno Uryoku and how his ex-wife did not look anything like how the dude thought of her.

Saiki never really got out of his Street Medic habits and Aren sometimes coming to school with some scrapes from gangsters either trying to pick a fight or drag him back into his past only exacerbates Saiki's medic habits. Like, he always used to carry bandages and alcohol wipes and antibiotic ointment, but had talked to just carrying bandages because a whole medkit had been annoying to carry and needless for an esper like him. Though, he had started carrying a bit more for Kaidou and Hairo when they become closer. (Saiki adds the antibiotic ointment back into his repertoire for Aren)

When they gets close enough and Aren invites them to his house is when the fun really starts. Kaidou and Nendo find Aren's baby album and look through it and everything. But Saiki spots a smaller album on the book shelf and is thinking "Better not show too many of these family albums to those two, who knows what we might see" trying not to think about the album collections documenting his parent's dates and stuff.

And when Aren comes back into the room the four are just vibing and hanging out, Aren even bought out some Coffee jelly as an offering thank you for coming ya introverted bean. So, even Saiki is in a pretty good mood. And then they hear the front door open and close with shuffling and stuff with a 'We're home, Hoodlum!' and Aren going to greet his parents like the totally good kid he is, and Saiki is like "??? That voice sounds kinda familar."

And whadduya know!

When Aren's mom turns around from putting stuff in the fridge, Saiki instanting recognizes her and its the same lady he helped all those years ago! I imagine its not a big dramatic moment but there is a "What a surprise" moment. And she's just like "Haha! Little Medic, you're friends with my brat, what a small world! I hope he's treating you and his other friends right."

And Aren is standing there after trying to introduce his friends like "What." Kaidou says "You know Saiki???? But he never leaves his house!" But Nendou is the one to be like "Wow, Aren's Mom, how do you know my buddy?"'

To which Aren's Mom says briefly that Saiki used to get discounts from the stores near her hangouts (Rough part of town, but great prices for stingy child espers) and how he used to help her and some of her girls. Aren is over here dumbfounded, and Kaidou is just like, "wouldn't he have been like, six, a decade ago??" That Saiki pointedly does not confirm.

But Saiki and Aren's mom are over here just casually talking while all the other teenagers are standing there, bewildered. Like, Aren is over here being like "Hold on, I thought Saiki was a goody-goody, He knows my mom?!?" Meanwhile:

Aren's Mom: How's that brother of yours?

Saiki: Moved to Britain and is still a sore loser.

Aren's Mom: Haha, good to know he's not bothering ya! So, how's my little hoodlum doing in class? Not being a brat is he?

Saiki in a true show of open candidness: If he was a bother, he wouldn't still be in my class.

And Kaidou and Aren are nearly shitting their pants from this being like "SAIKI?????" with it just completely flying over Nendo's head.

Then, the rest of the hang out is Aren's Mom sharing stories of tiny Aren while Saiki is eating more Coffee Jelly

#saiki no psi nan #Saiki K #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo #aren kuboyasu #saiki k au #Little Medic Saiki Au #could be seen as #kubosai

[stardew-traveler-peep]

Elliott Cosplays as One Man... Who Should He Be?

FUGIMOTO VS HOWL (poll at the end)

On the defence for Fugimoto:

Dude. The red hair? wig not needed, he just lets those locks GO and he's good!

this freak married the sea. and honestly with how beautiful Elliott describes her in game, I could TOTALLY sea it

earrings

If Elliott cosplays as Fugimoto, then the farmer gets to cosplay as THE SEA. lemme tell you, she GORG

Constantly in a mental break tbh the sea is the only thing keepin him sane

on the defence of Howl:

I SWOON FOR HIM THE WAY I DO ELLIOTT

Howl and Elliott?? they are t h e same type of dramatic

Elliott sounds like christian bale to me and so does Howl.

Howl has gone ginger. though its true it was during a mental break

earrings

THE WINNER WILL BE DRAWN INTO ELLIOTT'S PORTRAIT

#stardew valley #elliot x farmer #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott #stardew #sdv #stardew sebastian #stardew haley #stardew shane #stardew emily #stardew maru #stardew abigail #stardew alex #stardew harvey #stardew penny #stardew sam #stardew leah #howl pendragon #howls moving castle #fugimoto #ponyo #fugimoto ponyo #ghibli #studio ghibli

[luvsturniolo]

hey love :) idk if this makes sense at all but i think it'd be so cute if you wrote something about chris where the reader and him have been friends for only a year, but it's been a year of them obsessing over each other with out the other even knowing, and then maybe the reader is over at the triplets's house and she's really anxious cos she's worried chris doesn't feel the same way, and chris notices so he asks her what's wrong and she kinda like vents it all out while hugging him and he keeps running his hand through her hair and when she stops her rant of how much she loves him, he just kisses her as his response !!!!!!! like that's so chris :,)

ー ★ !! reciprocate

pairing : chris x fem!reader

synopsis : after a year of being best friends , your feelings for chris have been changing. it’s not hard to recognize this feeling in your chest to be love. the only question in your mind is this : does he feels the same?

a/n : i jumped when i saw ur user like literally ilysm what ?? also i apologize for how long this took its literally been months

wc : 2.09k

you aren't the type to be insecure in your relationships. but something about chris made you feel like you weren't enough.

he's just so insanely perfect in your eyes that you can't fathom the fact that he'd ever like you back. so you've decided to bury your feelings for him — since you deemed them as unrealistic anyway.

it's been an entire year of teasing and flirting with a guy that probably only sees you as a friend. but you can't help it! chris always talks to you in a flirty manner, how are you expected to just ignore his antics and hide your feelings!?

today marks one year of you guys being friends.

it's only been twelve months, but you honestly feel like you've known him for an eternity — which might sound dramatic, but it's true. chris has this aroma to him that makes you feel so safe and secure. he listens to you when you speak ; he laughs with you when you're joking ; he gives you space if you need it. he's just so perfect at reading your emotions and understanding how you feel that it's a shock you haven't been friends for a decade.

"do you think matt could pick me up?" you ask chris over the phone, flopping backward so you're laying flat on your back. "i want to hang out at your house. mine is boring."

chris laughs at you, "don't you have a car? i'd gladly make him drive to you, but what's stopping you from already being over here?"

you think back on earlier today when you were pulled over by a cop. your depth perception may have been a bit off. and you may have accidently hit a pedestrian and gotten your license revoked for a few months.

"it's in the shop." you lie with an innocent smile. "getting new tires."

chris holds his phone close to his face, staring at you through the screen. after only a few seconds of analyzing your face, he decides that you're definitely not telling the truth.

"yeah, sure." he agrees sarcastically. "i totally believe that."

"you should!" you tell him. "because it's completely true!"

the sound of a door opening and closing is heard through the tiny speakers of your phone. chris's head snaps in the direction of someone entering his bedroom. his face suddenly falls with annoyance before he says, "what do you want nick?"

"just wanna talk to you," nick yawns, stretching himself out to lay on top of his brother. chris groans and shoves him off of his bed, but nick just laughs.

"oh my god! did you say nick's here!?" you exclaim, sitting up in your own bed and clutching your phone tightly in your hands with excitement. "tell nick to come here, i want to talk to him!"

chris looks down at you — well, his phone — and sighs before glancing back over at nick. he mutters something about you betraying him before shoving his screen in nick's face and pouting. "y/n wants to talk to you."

nick snatches the phone out of chris's hands and rushes out of his room, leaving the door open just to be annoying. then, nick runs into the bathroom an locks the door behind them. he holds the phone close to his face before whisper-shouting his next question. "why aren't you here yet!? i thought you said you were going to confess your feelings to chris today!"

"hey!" you defend yourself. "hear me out before yelling at me!"

"i'm listening..." he urges you to continue, putting his ear in the camera to give you a visual that he is in fact listening.

"i was planning to come over today, i swear! but i got my license revoked last night, so i don't have a car." you explain. "i was going to ask matt to pick me up, but then chris started asking questions about why i couldnt drive myself. then you barged in."

"why don't you just tell chris that you got it revoked?" nick says, sitting down on the closed seat of the toilet.

"because that's embarrassing." you say as though it's obvious. "i'll tell him tomorrow, but today needs to be perfect! i don't want him to be thinking about my patheticness while i confess."

nick shrugs, "i guess that makes sense."

"okay now go tell matt to come pick me up!" you order. "i'm sick of being at home. my cat won't play with me anymore because she's getting too old."

nick nods, flushing the toilet and running the sink even though he didn't use the bathroom — simply to put on a show for anyone who might have their ear pressed to teh door (cough chris cough). he then opens the door and comes face to face with chris standing in the hallway. he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"why'd you pretend to flush and shit?" chris asks him. "you literally have y/n on the phone. i know you didn't piss."

nick rolls his eyes before handing the phone back to his brother. you watch as they argue about something completely random and offtopic before chris walks back into his bedroom and plops back down on his bed.

"sorry he stole you like that." he apologizes as he reaches over to open his blind and let some sunlight pour in. "what'd you guys talk about?"

"my tires." you lie.

again, chris immediately knows that you're not being honest. despite being able to see right through you, he doesn't want to pry. so he just nods and changes the topic.

"is that a new shirt?" he asks with a laugh. "i’ve never seen it before."

you look down at what you’re wearing and immediately whip your head back up to glare at him. you’re wearing his shirt. “you let told me to take it!”

“i’m just kidding.” he says. “it looks way better on you, pretty girl.”

your face flushes red and you set your phone down so the camera is facing the ceiling. you hold your cheeks in your hands and stare at the blankets on your bed.

chris always does shit like this, and you don’t know how to feel. part of you loves it because of how it makes you get all giddy. but another part of you hates it because you struggle to read what it means. is he just joking, or does it mean something more?

“matt’s on his way!” you hear nick’s voice shout across the room. he seemingly poked his head through the crack of chris’s door.

“on his way where?” chris asks.

“oh, he’s just picking up y/n so she can come over and tell you something important.” nick says easily.

you rush to pick your phone back up so you can yell at him. “NICOLAS!” you shout.

the screen is still pointed at chris’s face, but you can hear nick’s giggle before he runs out of the room and shuts the door.

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half an hour later, you and matt arrive at the sturniolos’ house. you guys walk through the door with a big bag of mcdonald’s. you guys impulsively decided to get some food on the way home, and made sure to get chris and nick something as well.

“aww!” nick says, taking the bag out of your hand with a wide grin plastered across his face. “you got me food!?”

“share with chris.” matt tells him. “it’s not all for you.”

“yeah.” chris agrees, walking out of his room and chasing after nick to take the bag from him. “give me some, you greedy little shit!”

nick runs away from chris, taking the food with him as he locks himself in the bathroom and his laughs can be heard through the closed door.

chris groans, rolling his eyes before turning around and directing his attention toward the more important subject — you.

he pulls you into a hug, "i haven’t seen you in forever!"

you wrap your arms around him, hugging him back before speaking against his ear. “i know, it’s been ages.”

“it’s been half a day.” matt corrects you, pushing past his brother to walk into the kitchen and set his car keys onto the counter. “i’m going back to sleep. you guys are too fucking dramatic to handle.”

then, matt leaves the kitchen and walks down the hall to his bedroom. you hear the door close behind him, knowing you and chris are now officially alone together for the first time all day.

well, all day is pretty exaggerated seeing as you to have only been reunited for a few minutes. also, you guys have been on facetime since you woke up this morning.

“so!” chris says, pulling out of the hug. “what was nick talking about earlier. you need to tell me something important?”

your heart drops.

“oh, that can wait!” you say, trying to laugh it off. “let’s watch a movie or something. ooh! we could make, uh, pizza or cookies or some shit. that'd be fun right? you guys have pizza, don't you? well. never mind, everyone has pizza, haha." you walk into the kitchen and begin to dig through their freezer. "honestly, cookies would be more fun to make than some pizza. they taste better too. wait no, that's controversial. how about-"

your anxious ranting is cut off when chris places a hand on your shoulder. you stop digging through the freezer and turn around to face him with a frown.

"calm down, y/n." he tells you softly. he lets his hand drop from your shoulder and land on your hand. he grabs it and gently pulls you into the living room. he sits down on the couch with you, still holding your hand in his. "slow down a bit. we can talk about it at whatever pace you want."

"i'm gonna rant again." you warn him.

he chuckles, "that's fine by me. i love your ranting."

you suck in a deep breath before you begin. "i know we've only known each other for a year, but i really fucking like you. you're kind, attractive, and literally fucking perfect. you make me feel happy whenever i'm around you as if you're purposely trying to make me feel comfortable. and if you are, it's working by the way." you keep your eyes pinned to the couch cushion, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "i've been keeping my feelings to myself because i don't want to ruin what we have. but i realize now that even if i try to ignore my feelings, they're still going to explode eventually — and probably not in a healthy way. i don't want to hurt you by accidentally lashing out, so i decided it'd be best to tell you the truth."

you tear your eyes from thr cushion and raise them to face chris. he isn't answering you, but he definitely heard everything you said. his eyes are flicking across the room, processing all the shit you just dumped on him.

his silence stresses you out even more. what if you said the wrong thing? what if he hates you now? what if this ruins you guys's friendship before you can even try to form a romantic relationship? what if this is the lashing out you feared would happen? oh shit. you didn't even consider that.

"fuck," you mutter, "i'm sorry. i should go. this was a mistake. just forget everything i just said."

you begin to stand up, but chris grabs your hand before you can walk away. you turn and look at him but his eyes are already pinned to yours.

"how could i ever forget that?" he asks.

you don't answer.

"my dream girl just confessed that she likes me." he says before pulling on your hand, causing you to fall on top of him. he catches you and holds you in a hug. he runs a hand through your hair, caressing it gently. "i never even thought it would be fucking possible for you to ever like me back."

your eyes widen. "what? so you don't hate me?"

your feel his chest shake with a laugh. he then moves his hands to your shoulers before pushing you back to look at your face. without another word, chris presses your lips together.

the kiss is passionate, but unfortunately short-lived. within the few seconds it lasts, everything you struggled to tell him wth your rants was silently understood.

"i could never hate you." he whispers against your lips before connecting them back together.

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo

#luvsturniolo!! #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader

[smoshyourheadin]

Sunshine and Soda Cans

Part 1 - Fizzes

you’d joined smosh in summer last year, just after anthony’s return. you’d watched smosh with your brother as a kid, so getting this editing job was a dream come true. although you hadn't watched their stuff in years, you quickly adapted to the quick thinking environment.

you got the job from your roommate angela, who was a cast member. you guys are super close, so when she mentioned that they had an editing vacancy, you jumped at the opportunity to leave your job at a marketing company to go work woth her. living with angela proved useful, because after your first day, you asked her about spencer, and oh did she have stuff to tell you.

“hey hey, whats the deal with the uh, spencer guy at work?” you said to her at dinner.

“(Y/N) ITS THE FIRST DAY AND YOU ALREADY HAVE THE HOTS FOR SPENCER?? I MEAN I’D UNDERSTAND IF IT WAS SOMEONE LIKE-” she began shouting, laughing at your face as you blushed

“jelly i- please, just- okay yeah, he’s cute but i don't want to make a move, he’s basically my boss!”

“this is also true. okay so…” she begins to ramble to this spencer guy you, as you eat your spaghetti. he’s so totally your type, but would you make a move? you can't decide.

the days passed, and soon enough you’d been at smosh for a month now. angela, being angela, had one day let slip to amanda of your small crush on spencer

“(y/n)!! get your butt over here!” she beamed at you, so you obliged, because who wouldn't listen to amanda? she's 6 feet of pure love, you listen to everything she says

“a little birdie, who cant keep her mouth shut after two glasses of wine, told me that you like spencer?” she looks at you, a certain glint in her eye

“okay, maybe, JUST maybe, i have a teeny, tiny crush on him. BUT i don't think im going to make a move.” you looked into her eyes, feeling dejected, because you felt he would never like you back.

the events that ensued, you couldn't even keep up with. every day on set, amanda would rake you into a conversation she was having with spencer, or angela would ask you to go to his desk give him something off her. you weren't nescaserily complaining, but it was less than ideal, because you became a stuttering mess around him.

“hey spence, um- angela wanted me to give you this, i mean i dont know why she didnt bring it herself, its kind of lazy, she is, i mean- she isnt but she has me running around for her, but thats friendship right? i mean i’d make her do that, but not if-”

he gazes up into your eyes and gently places a hand on your arm, sending small jolts through your body.

“dude, it’s just me, relax!” he smiles at you, as you give him the mt dew kickstart angela sent you over to give him.

“tell angela thanks by the way!” he said, as you walked over to angela, who was trying not to break out into a big smirk

“oh spencer! angela is making me do things for her! oh woe is me! hold me incase i fall!” she placed the back of her palm to her forehead, dramatically falling into amanda’s arms

“hey! thats not what i sounded like! right? i didn't. right.” you said, becoming increasingly concerned if it was that obvious. courtney, erin d, and arasha walked over to you guys

“hey dudes,” courtney began “whats up with you guys?”

“oh, i bet theyre taking about how (y/n) is totally into spencer” arasha said, stifling a giggle.

you stood with your mouth slightly agape, gawking at her remark.

“is it really that obvious!?” you whined, slumping into a chair.

“i mean,” erin looked at you, as you tried folding into the air to disappear, “we’re the only ones who’ve noticed so far, but i don't think the boys have caught on! i think you're good”

“maybe minus josh,” courtney added, “i was sat with him and he asked me about why (y/n) was ‘oogling at spencer’ on that board af video. but he wont tell, he’s too nice”

a few days pass, and your crush on spencer had become slightly bigger. taking advantage of this, courtney decided to make you, angela, and spencer (the ‘golden trio’ as the fans called you) do an episode of who meme'd it.

“hello and welcome everyone to a brand spankin’ new episode of who memed it!” shayne began, earning a small round of applause from the crew.

“today, we have everyone’s favourite roommates and spencer!”

you were leant on angela’s shoulder, but perked up to smile at the camera

“hi guys!” angela grins at the camera, waving aggressively

“dude!” spencer yelled at shayne “why cant i be the favourite roommate!” he looked dejected

“spencer, we lived together and i have never slept worse, the only thing in our apartment was mt dew and granola bars!!”

“okay, you got me”

you look over at him and giggle, feeling your cheeks begin to warm up

as the rounds go on, angela is on 5 points, you’re on 4, and spencer is on 8.

“okay, next meme!” shayne boasts

the next thing on screen made everyone cackle.

immediately, shayne starts giggling, and puts his fists against the wall, not being able to look at any of you. angela is crying with laughter, and even spencer is giggling. you just stare into the camera in shock.

through tears, shayne manages “oh my- all- alright who memed it, was it tommy, josh, was it courtney, or was it erin, our lovely producer”

you each place your guesses, and its revealed to be a secret shayne meme. you swear you could burn holes through him.

after wrap, you went off with angela giggling about some of the things, your mind still racing from being so close to spencer. for so long. it was cringey, yes, but you felt so exited when you were around him, you couldn't help it!

but little did anyone know, spencer was just as infatuated with you, and he was waiting for the day be mustered up the courage to ask you out

#smosh #spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #courtney miller #amanda lehan canto #arasha lalani #angela giarratana #shayne topp #smoshyourheadin

[the-suns-a-tube]

How much of Jonny's backstory I think is true:

This is what Jonny has to say about his backstory:

"Seriously? Fine. I was born a few hundred years ago on New Texas. Don’t bother looking for it, I made it up. I think. It’s the story, though, and that’s what matters. Standard ne’erdowell youth: cards, whiskey, women and murder. I’m told I had a good heart, but the Doc dealt with that after the whole patricide thing."

What I think is true:

-Jonny Grew up on a Texas like planet

-Jonny killed his father

-There was a casino in the story involved somewhere

What I think is untrue:

-Any of the dialogue. Jonny definitely rewrote everything to have better flow, be more dramatic, and make himself sound cooler.

-That Jonny's Father forgave him. I think Jonny had retold what he wants to have happened. Bonus Points for trans jonny, If he is trans I dont think his father accepted him as his son. The "I forgive you, Son." would be jonny's imagining of what happened.

I don't think jonny even remembers what really happened, and what bits are real and what bits he made up. Its been so long of him telling his rewritten story, what really happened has been lost to him, not entirely on accident either.

What I'm not sure about:

One Eyed Jack. He could have been a real person, or he could have been a symbolic character Jonny made up to represent multiple people. Or he could be taking the place of Carmilla in the story, and maybe it was Carmilla who convinced him to kill his dad. The One Eye symbolism is there.

Again, Jonny doesn't seem to even remember. "New Texas. Don't bother looking for it, I made it up. I think" and "I'm told I had a good heart."

and the

"Standard ne’erdowell youth: cards, whiskey, women and murder."

Cards ✅

Whiskey ✅

Murder ✅

Women (?)

There aren't really any women in his youth that we know of. Carmilla only came in later, so the only thing we have is his Mother who I think was a Tailor (am i remembering that right? idk where I saw that) and Himself, if you have the afab jonny hc. But the women thing sorta implies that he was having relations with women, so perhaps that was another thing that his father disagreed with? Im totally speculating here, but if his dad found out that he, being afab, had been going out with women, he perhaps did not react well to that, either hurting jonny, hurting jonny's partner, or separating them. Perhaps Jonny Killed his dad in self defense or in revenge?

Ok Ok im going to formulate a narrative of what I personally think happened:

-Jonny was born afab on a backwater planet possibly named New Texas

-He grew up with his emotional abstinence mother and either physically or emotionally abusive father

-Started hanging out at the local casino, where he can present as male. Hangs around with the prostitutes and working women, maybe even gets a job bartending or something.

-falls in love with one of the working women

-His dad finds out about the sapphic looking relationship/presenting male stuff and freaks out, going after the woman for corrupting the "Nice Christian Girl" he wanted his daughter to be.

-His Father does something about it, and arranges for the woman to be sent away, killed, or married off.

-Jonny goes to the casino looking for her, only to have One Eyed jack tell him what happened in a not so subtle ploy to get Jonny to get rid of his dad for him.

-Jonny is unsure, but goes after his dad, getting into a fight that ends with Billy dead and Jonny sobbing on the floor

-Carmilla finds Jonny, offers to take him with her. With his partner gone, Jonny has nothing left, and agrees. But he wants to have one last farewell to the casino.

-Either carmilla tips him off or he figures it out himself, but One Eyed Jack helped orchestrate the killing or sending away of the Working Woman in his employ,

-Jonny realizes Jack never wanted to help him, he just wanted someone to do his killing for him.

-Jonny burns down the casino and leaves with Carmilla.

I think him being motivated by a lost lover makes a lot of sense with the whole "used to have a good heart" thing. Jonny is very romantic in his storytelling, even when the couple always tragically dies. I think he chose to write her out of his past because it was too painful for him, and he didn't want a reminder that he used to have a heart. He has blocked it out, and now genuinely doesn't remember anything other than how he wrote the song.

What do yall think?

#the mechanisms #the mechs #sunny tube mech spec #jonny d'ville

[stazvlt]

NottPott Fanfics Rec Lists

After checking my bookmarks and the tags on ao3 i'm proudly present to you the nottpott fanfictions recommendation. TW: Please check / read the tags. Some of this fics touch a very heavy subject and it might not be your cup of tea.

Shadow magic by Lomonaaeren (Series- 73000 words total) AU.

Harry was born with a power the Dark Lord knows not: the magic to see into shadows, to walk the shadows, and to send the shadows everywhere. This changes his life rather dramatically.

Harry is very independent in this one. If you'd like to see Harry as a morally grey and powerful lord with a very devoted Theo this is your fics.

Enough is Enough by AnonymousMagpie (33k words)

In the spring of 1992, a massive magical discharge shakes Lily Potter’s legacy. Harry Potter, its raison d’être, nearly dies. It has until now been a passive enchantment, reactive, and burns away his attacker only once violent physical contact has been made. But the backlash is enormous. The protection is disrupted. For the first time since the day of its creation it must strain to the utmost. And it determines that Harry Potter is wildly, systematically unsafe.It reacts.

Gryffindor and Slytherin Inter house relationship, and many more!! Nottpott might not be the focus here but it deserve the place on this list on the base of it being very fun to read.

Clearly Granger Will Be the Brains of This Operation by Dart (2k words)

Someone has got to save Potter, so he can save the world. ~or~ Nott and Potter sitting in an BMW, S-N-A-R-K-I-N-G

Theodore nott kidnapping Harry Potter. Do i need to say more?

Another Way We Are Not Alone by thealmostrhetoricalquestion (15k words)

Theo barges his way into the afterlife to demand assistance from the Master of Death. And apparently fall deeply in love with him while he's at it.

The bonding here is Amazing. The banter, The journey, The Sentient Boat. 15k words of Nottpott bonding.

The Heir to the House of Prince by elph13 (series - 1.136 000 words)

Summer of 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

I legit didn't sleep for the entire night bcs i can't stop reading it's just that GOOD. The quality and lenght of this series are amazing. House of Prince Theo is the base of my fanon Theo. Smart, Observant, Loyal and utterly Scary. Theo who's very devoted with  his traditions. Theo who wield KNIFES. And it doesn't need to be said but Harry is also amazing in this one. He's stubborn, strong, and utterly loyal. Not Dumbledore or Sirius friendly though so i do warn you if you like both of them.

Amends by SheWhoMustNotBeNamedEver (1.6k words)

"How was my... You nearly cut me in half, Potter." Harry squinched his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose over his glasses "You're being a bit dramatic about it, don't you think?"

Harry attempt to bribe Theo's forgiveness with a curry. You can guess how that goes ;)

Round and Fluffy by CaityBell @caitybellfics (1.5k)

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter arrive at the DMLE to retrieve their spouses.

Uhh misuse of Confundus? Jail?? Hermione and Theo friendship, Draco and Harry 10 years rivalry. Got all you need here.

The Answering Machine Message by SunsetRiot (13k)

The answer machine beeps again; someone’s going to leave him another message. He hears his voice. It sounds so alive. They sound so happy. It’s getting harder to hear his voice these days; it’s getting harder to accept that he’s gone. He wonders what the person leaving a message is saying this time; probably offering their condolences, trying to send a message of hope through a stupid muggle machine, it’s all people seem to be doing these days. He hears another beep and he knows the persons finished leaving their message. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t want words, or hope or anything. What he wants is gone. Theodore Nott is dead and Harry Potter doesn’t know how to carry on living.

We have too much fluff therefore i need to recommend some angst. It's a bleak world for Harry without Theo there.

Harry Potter and His Saving Theo Thing by Lomonaaeren (21k)

Harry can think of worse things to do than helping Theodore Nott rejoin society. And after a while, so can Theo.

Adult Harry and Theo is always fun to read especially when Harry is an Auror. Their banter is delicious on this one. One of the more ... mature fic? I don't know how to describe it but this one has different vibes than the other fics on the list. Also this list isn't complete without the two lovely NottPott fics i got as gifts from HP rare pairs last year:

Silver Surprise by @lumosatnight

Theo joins the DA in Fifth Year, much to everyone’s surprise. His corporeal Patronus leaves Harry intrigued.

A Classic DA activity. Everyone is suspicious of the one lone slytherin but not our boy Harry. So SOFT and Cute, two traumatized children bonding over patronus <3

My Favorite Colour by @sandervansunshine

Tired of the monotony and hum-drum of adulthood, Harry seeks out a new source of happiness. He finds it— this pure, unadulterated blend of peace and joy— in a flowery meadow, a cool stream, and a storyteller by the name of Theodore Nott.

Feels good fics 100%. The way they shared a secret meadow and them unashamedly being themselves without judgement. Story teller Theo stole my heart <33 That's all for now! Thank you so much for checking this list out. I would love to add more fics in this list but my spirit need recharge after i accidentally deleted the last rec list last night. Most of these authors also wrote a lot of other amazing fics!! Please check them out :D OH and feel free to reblog or comment with your favorite NottPott fics, your pal here needs more nottpott.

#nottpott #harry potter #harry james potter #theo nott #theodore nott #rec list #hp rare pair #hp fic #if i miss something or make a mistake feel free to @ me

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Hi there! I've read a lot of ROTTMNT fics, and I mean. A LOT. But holy fuck The Neon Void is literally the most amazing thing I've ever read.

The pacing is FANTASTIC? I'm way too impatient for reveals to take so long in my own writing, the fact you've managed to make it last 20 chapters (so far)? INSANE. /POS.

The characterization is absolutely phenomenal, it genuinely feels like this is something that could have happened in canon. It FEELS like the characters in every sense, even with Leo being the way he is! Its genuinely amazing.

Not to mention the ANGST. Presumed death is my favorite trope ever, and the fact all of their grief feels so palpable? The way you described Raph's grief in one of the chapters stuck with me so much, I forget the exact wording but it was like "He couldn't be more grateful to have had Leo for a brother, or more proud of the fact he had been his big brother" I don't know something like that AND IT FELT LIKE A KNIFE TO THE CHEST. WONDERFULLY DONE.

AND THE TELEPORTATION THING- making true teleportation so difficult in such a smart way was such a great move. I LOVE that aspect so much.

I'm gonna cut this ramble off here before I further go off the rails, I just wanted to say this is my all time favorite fanfic EVER. Even long when this is over I expect myself to come back to reread it VERY often. You're doing an amazing job, and you're a really awesome writer!

Have a wonderful day! :D

SOB THANK U SO MUCH

But seriously, that means a lot ;w; I’m always worried that my pacing is too slow, or if I’m hitting the marks on the boys’ personalities. ESPECIALLY with Leo fighting between insane giggle fits and self-loathing. It's been a challenge for sure. The reassurance that it’s somewhat believable makes me incredibly happy ;w; The story beats of this fic are honestly new territory for me—so it means the WORLD to me that you took the time to let me know you like my silly story!!! Especially since this is the first fic I’ve ever published—it’s a huge relief knowing that people enjoy my brain worms LOL

Honestly the amount of positive feedback I’ve gotten just from my silly little fic has totally floored me. Everyone has been so sweet and so kind and honestly writing this fic has brought me so much joy and I’m so happy that it makes other people happy too ;w;

But like??? The fact you feel like it could be canon?? THAT IS SUCH A HIGH COMPLIMENT THANK YOU 😭😭😭 I will admit I am proud of the teleportation aspect, and while I have some other silly particle physics lessons planned I just hope it all makes sense to readers in the end ;w;

Thank you again so so so much ;w; I love big dramatic reveal fics too, so it’s been VERY painful for me to have made it this far without a reveal LMAO. Seriously, I can’t wait to get this silly guy written and moved out of my head to free up rent space for some fanfic READING again (I WILL get distracted if I let myself read other fics rn SOB) I’ll def have to check yours out too because it sounds DELICIOUS 🤤✨

#thank you again so much ;w; #TNV asks #pastel prattling #this was such a nice pick me up while struggling to polish this chapter #[do it for her meme but it's all my readers] #writing action is hard af but hopefully it sounds cool in the end lmao

[notastraykid]

∞Pairing:  non-idol!Changbin x fem!reader

∞Genre: hopefully fluff?

∞Warnings: None. May be a little boring? Idk.

∞Synopsis: You’re cold and can’t sleep. Changbin is your human heater.

∞Word Count: Just over 1000? Totally not proof-read.

I haven’t written in a looo--oong ass time so please, don’t be too harsh on me. ><; also, does anyone know why I couldn't post this via the website and only via the app?

You slowly shuffled along the dark corridor with a frown on your face, wrapped up in one of your fluffy bed blanket. Your pink fleece pyjamas bottoms almost tripped you up as you walked; you weren’t the tallest of people. It was late, it was freezing cold and you could not warm up at all. This made you a very grumpy individual.

You got to your housemates bedroom door and frowned as you went to knock. The not-so-obvious sound of Changbin enjoying his sleep filtered through to your ears. Of course, he would be able to sleep through one of the coldest nights this winter had offered your city.

A little shiver went through your body as you gently knocked on his door and waited and tried to rub your cold, goose pimpled arms under the blanket. The snoring stopped. You heard a click, and the bottom of the door was dimly illuminated.

“Wa’is it? Its…” a pause, “3.45am!” Changbin declared in a whine. You opened the door a little and found your best friend with one eye closed and the other squinting at his phone, before looking up to you. “You okay?”

“I’m freezing. I can’t sleep. I could cry! Do you have any more blankets?” You pouted as you stood in his doorway.

Changbin grunted. “No. C’mere.” He shifted back to the other side of his bed and threw back the duvet. He gestured for you to come forward and lay down. You grinned to yourself. Whenever you found yourself cold or just needing comfort, a shoulder to cry on or just someone create mischief with, Changbin was always your port of call.

You had known him for years, meeting through mutual friends in your first year of university. There was an instant connection, with your friends staying that you were each other’s perfect missing piece. You didn’t really believe in soulmates, platonic or other, but this was an easy friendship and you knew you couldn’t be without your ‘Binnie-Boy’. He made you happy.

Now of course, you weren’t blind. You appreciated the visuals of your best friend. Who wouldn’t? He ate very well, spent a lot of time at the gym and looked after himself. He always said that his beauty was a refection of how well he treats people and how he is true to himself. The smile Changbin has had always made your heart do a little flutter but with a smile like his, even the most heartless person would giggle and blush if he flashed you his pearly whites.

There had been times, occasions where you think maybe, perhaps, possibly… there was a two-way crush. Cute moments, little touches, and glances… the odd flirty comments… but nothing ever came of it. You always pushed it to the back of your mind and got on with life, happily living in your little friendship bubble with Changbin.

With a little happy shuffle towards his bed, you dropped the blanket you had around you and lay down in front of Changbin, turning so you were facing away. You clicked the little switch on his bedside lamp, pulled the duvet over then pulled his arms around your waist. Changbin sighed and flexed his hands and fingers on top of yours before squeezing you closer to him.

One thing about Changbin was he was like a human heater, which was the real reason you had waddled along to his room rather than putting more layers on. You knew you weren’t going to get another blanket. He knew you weren’t really asking for another blanket. You needed your Binnie-Boy.

“Yah you’re like a block of ice. I think I’ve just dropped a few degrees myself!” Changbin did a little wiggle, shaking you both. You giggled as you settled back into his chest. “It’s not even that cold. You’re just being dramatic.”

“If that was the case, then why are my feet like this?” You shifted a little and put your feet under his own. A smug little grin crossed your face as he yelped and tensed for a moment. “See! I’m like an iceberg. An arctic blast. A snowman. A-” “-nnoying.” Changbin finished for you, a high-pitched laugh left his mouth as he relaxed back into you. He kept your feet wrapped with his own, however.

Changbin quickly rubbed his hands over yours to try and create friction for heat. “You’re lucky I love you. No one else would be able to put up with your ice-cube toes and your ice lolly fingers.” You elbowed him in defence, and he again let out a high pitched giggle.

You were glad it was dark as you felt heat rise into your cheeks. You wanted to be warm but didn’t expect a flush from them three words. Yeah, you were best friends but there was a difference between ‘Love ya!’ and ‘I love you.’, right? Were you reading into it again? Thinking it meant something more? You were too tired and still too cold to think more.

The chuckling died down. The only sound was the duet of deep breaths from the two of you. It was on a matter of minutes before sleep claimed its victims.

“Hmm…” you hesitated a little, Changbin shifted ever so slightly, returning the same sound in a manner of question.

“One day, Binnie-Boy, you’ll have a girlfriend and this here,” you squeezed his forearms which were still wrapped around your middle, “…will be no more.” You did a little laugh but there was no real humour in the statement.

You didn’t really like that thought. Changbin cuddling up to someone else.

Changbin was your warmth, your instant happiness, your light when everything was dark, he was your safe space.

It was only a matter of time he found someone worthy, really. He deserved someone to make him happy. His own light in any darkness he would encounter. His own heat in the cold.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would realise you felt selfish and you didn’t really want to share, but when the time came… You were sure you could give these moments up.

Changbin gently rubbed his cheek against the soft fleecey part of your covered shoulder and lightly sighed.

“Only one way to fix that,” He muttered into your ear, his voice sounding more and more drowsy as sleep was returning. “You’ll have to finally realise that you should be my girlfriend.”

You had never felt so warm.

#Changbin #Changbin x reader #Changbin x you #Changbin x yn #Changbin x y/n #Seo Changbin #Changbin fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids #seo changbin x y/n #skz fluff #seo changbin x you

[scoonsalicious]

helo helo mother pookie, again u did not dissappoint🩷🩷🩷

Buckybaby and Major are horndogs. Six — i bet it was more than that — times? DAYYUMMM!! I like it 👉🏻👈🏻 It’s cute to see Buckybaby POV, while Major’s was so dirty 😏😂 Idk why but that’s the vibe.

bucky junior and his approval for Major.

Now let’s speak of luluwhatsoever. She’s taking advantage of Bucky’s friendship here. Bucky is a great friend, maybe Lenovo is too, however she has her own agenda, which is loving/liking him. Here’s the thing, now that Major is in her life (and soon might be permanent), Leah’s gonna try her best to seduce him (if she can) OR spouting nonsense so that Bucky is guilty (he is now) OR making sure that Major looks bad in his view by framing her (again — if she can). You know how wild/crazy woman could be for a man! (flashback cunthage)

But I have faith in this Bucky. He’s certain with his needs. Major too.

As said by our lovely Pookie, Leah is Bucky #1 only ‘girl’bestfriend, and she takes pride of that but for Bucky he might clueless and just rolls with it because well, she is his bestfriend. Lenovo is toxic, possessive, manipulative (kinda bcs she’s taking advantage), and ofc a bad friend. I feel like from the beginning it wasn’t a conquest to be’friend’ him but to be—in—a—relationship with him, but Lenovo couldn’t just force herself in his life as a ‘girlfriend’, so the only way to break Buckybaby shell was to be his ‘actual’ friend and then leeches her way in bit by bit but then Bucky will always saw her as a sister figure (which is sad but oh well Lucinta, you are not reader)

About Leah’s misogyny not liking girly girly thing, that shit is there bcs well, as a pick me girl you have to be a girl the likes baddie baddie thing ONLY (speaking like a true pick me girl connoisseur). Bucky is the wintah soldiah! He a baddie, ofc Lenovo is going to act baddie baddie too (well she’s bad at it). Plus, it’s an attack mechanism. Major is a queen, she's threatened!! Plus to make it worse, Bucky is attracted to the queen! She has to activate her pick me baddie system and show off her #1 badge. Again a pride for her but normalcy for Bucky.

NEXT, let's go to Steve. Idk if this Steve is fishy but I had a feeling this Steve is just normal. He's a good friend, AND it is normal to remind your friend 'don't rush into the stuffs'. He's not against it, he just giving advice to 'take it slow' as what Bucky said before he has all the time in the world (y'know abt Major wanna lick his lollipop junior but he wanna stick it into the tight donut first).

The reason why Steve said it is bcs Bucky starts saying the stuffs he and Major had a thing there. If Bucky didn't say it, I think Steve wouldn't say anything too except 'Im great for ya pall for having sex that is actually 6 times but yeah I'm boring so i wouldn't say that shit'.

….

I hope

….

Don't disappoint me WFLT Steve

(this is why i like dark!Steve👉🏻👈🏻)

Lastly, abt Zade and Rand, again being the good friend. It’s also normal. I mean, imagine having a real Bucky Barnes in real life sans the appearance and change Avenger to cops/military. IMAGINE. OKAY? IM MAKING THIS REALISTIC. A guy that murdered thousands of man/woman where we had zero knowledge of his history and nicknamed The Ripper/Butcher (for example😂). We didn’t know anything except in the trial he’s a friend of said famous cop/military, and now serve the country. If it were me, it sounds fishy as hell. So do not blame me to be dramatic initially because I’m not the one was getting railed by his dick.

(But ofc in fanfiction I would react differently, I mean… ITS BUCKY BARNES!!)

Anyways, that is all for today. Mother Pookie, I wuv you so much and all of your pets!! THEY R SO FLUFFY!!!🩷🩷🩷

My precious! <3

Your posts make me so happy. I can't even!

I really, really love Bucky and Major just being completely and totally head over heels for each other from the go, you know? Like, they both know they are kind of rushing into this, but they're both coming from places where they felt like they wasted enough time being unhappy (Major with her loveless marriage and Bucky being, you know, a brainwashed assassin, lol) that they just want to go for it.

Bucky Junior's approval for Major is highly appreciated, lol. He has definitely given her a standing ovation, lol.

deLulu has been a good friend to Bucky in the past, just as long as it's not involving any of the girls he previously dated, lol. She's got this idea in her head that their relationship's gonna play out like a typical best friends to lovers fan fiction or something, and that she just has to let it progress naturally. She's in love with the very idea of it, more than she's actually in love with Bucky. She wants to live that story. Honestly, the male main character in it wasn't really that important to her. She's tried it before, and it's always failed.

Lenovo (love calling her this, btw) is SO threatened by our queen, and I think it has something to do with the fact that Major is just unabashedly herself, whereas Lenovo is constantly putting up a front to try to make herself what she thinks Bucky wants. I want to try to explore this later on. So, of course Lenovo will take these elements she sees in Major and dump on them, because she thinks that it will make her look better. She is wrong. So wrong. And dumb.

I promise WFLT Steve is a Steve and not a Steeb! He's just... there, lol. No shady business on his part. Just being old fashioned and warning his bestie to be careful with his heart because he doesn't want to see him fall fast and hard and not have the girl feel the same way (he doesn't need to worry, Major is just as in as Bucky is!)

And Zadie and Rand are also coming from a place of love, for the most part. In Rand's case, it might be a little bit of "I think I know better than you," but it's mostly love. They don't know Bucky, they don't know his dick. They're just going by what they watched on Court TV or something, lol.

I love you, Pookie! Thank you so much for writing; you make my day!

[bigdsgirl]

I need to scream into the void about this show so please enjoy:

"what can I do to make you smile?" - he is killing me ily sir

this man just wants her to be happy and AHHHHH

I am still not over I will get 6+ episodes with this man wearing a ring. every close up shot of hand will send me into space

the family! the BIL crying! his parents!! grandma! they love our babies!!!

fuck u mommy dearest, your end is coming and I will be cheering my girl on

him saying good night to the door, i'm sobbing

i wasn't sure if they'd follow the webtoon here, its interesting

THIS MAN ON THE BEACH! THE BEACH! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!

i forgot to say she is beyond exquisite -- every outfit has me deceased

her IGNORING HIM PAINS HIM?????????????????? bye.

beach confession *whispers* beach confession

me: *sees the shitty ex* DIE

Sister and ex kissing has me VOMITING

the SHOWER LOOOOOL I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS -- its even better in TV form. and icon!!!

SNEAK PEAK GIVE IT HERE SIR!!!!!!!!!!

he said honey! bye! send me into orbit! his internal chuckle at her faking being asleep has me rolling. okay now say sweet nothings to her 😏

stupid ex is like "omg dreams come true" -- oh shitty mcshitface you have a big storm coming (and I have a front row seat!!!)

yes ma'am!!! chew his ass out! ya dun fucked up

them walking on the beach, what a GORGEOUS shot. frame it and hang it pls

ma'am pls just hold his hand, he is just a sad panicked puppy

HAND KISS I AM DECEASED

he just wants to hold hands and SLEEEEEEEEP

"you might pounce on me??" this man is a genius, this is COMEDY

"so if i cross the line..." man is ready to JUMP

HEART TO HEART YES HONESTY!!!!!!!!!

SHE KISSED HIM SHE KISSED HIM

he is basically like "ill love you enough for the both of us" and oh fuck I am gone

want me to take your mind off it??? OH BOY DO I EVER!!!!

oh.... sir..... the hands... oh... my lord... i will never recover from this.

the PAINTING!!! also lolololol @ surprise gift comment (iykyk)

grandfather, you shithead

the SWITCH OF BOWLS, my king

yes girl, you grab that gallery - also LOL at dad chewing out Yoo Ra

mic drop get them Yi Joo!!!!!!

uh oh mommy slapped her, (good)

"I'll lose my mind for good" - ok sounds great, let's do it

MIL and niece relationship is adorable

MIL the dramatic hug has my rolling -- and the swish of her outfit, she is a VIBE

ugh - ew. they are doing this now. GO AWAY Yoo Ra!!!

now i can see my HALLOOOOOOOOOOOOO (freaking banger)

now i must suffer for a week waiting for this gem to return

#i love them so much #heidi watches perfect marriage revenge #perfect marriage revenge #live blog #kdrama

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Crimes of passion

The corridor was dark, he could barely see the doors that let off to his right and left. He passed the doors on pure instinct, just kept walking. Then he stopped abruptedly and turned to his left. Reluctant, he stretched out his hand to open the door. The door swung open with much more force than it should, revealing another room, pitch black. Slowly, he entered, not knowing what to expect. He stepped forward until he was surrounded by darkness. He could neither see nor hear or smell anything. It was as if he was deprived of all his senses. He didn't like it. His senses were essential to him, they were what made him. In a way...

But suddenly the room was filled with light. His vision was blurred, he still couldn't make out the walls or anything of importance in the room. He turned his head, looking for something, trying to clear his vision, but he couldn't help it. When he turned his gaze forward again, he stood face to face with a woman in a white dress. Mary. She was smiling at him, a cold smile, sweet in its malice. “Mary,” he greeted her, his tone flat. “Sherlock!” Mary sounded as if she was overjoyed to see him. “So glad you're here. You know what's coming sweetheart, do you?” Sherlock had the feeling he knew, but he couldn't quite get it. He frowned. “This is about John, isn't it?” Mary shook her head in disappointment. “Oh Sherlock...” she said, like he were a pitiful child. “And people think you are clever... Of course this is about John. Everything is about John.”

Sherlock nodded, his mind strangely foggy. Mary pulled out a gun from behind her back. “Well,” she sighed, “I would have loved to see you stumbling around a bit longer, but... You aren't good for John, you now? He is way too good for you. You don't deserve him, you don't deserve anything like him.” She was speaking in a casual tone, as if she was talking about the weather, absently waving the gun.

“You aren't good for us, for our marriage.” Sherlock swallowed. He knew that, or at least, expected that. Of course he didn't deserve John, how could he. But John continued to visit him, without Sherlock asking him to. He couldn't just deny John his visits, could he? He opened his mouth to ask Mary that, maybe she would know what to do about this, but she stopped him. “Ah, ah, Sherlock,” she sounded scolding. “Don't try to talk your way out of this. Your fate is sealed.” She lifted the gun and aimed at him. “Say goodbye, sweetheart.” And just with that, she pulled the trigger.

At first Sherlock didn't feel anything, then the pain exploded in his chest, washed over his body and made his muscles cramp. He fell backwards onto the floor, graceless, opening his mouth to scream, to try and breathe, but no sound escaped him, no air entered his lungs. His chest was hurting, the pain was nearly unbearable, he felt like he was melting, his entire body was throbbing in pain. He gritted his teeth, trying desperately to breathe, every nerve ending firing signals of agony to his slowly darkening mind. Then Mary leaned over him, smiling down at him. “It is the classic, Sherlock. Don't you know? The crime of passion...” She paused dramatically. “The three of us, and love. So much love. I love him, you love him. Oh, true love. It's so heart-warming, tearful, oh to go down with this love. It's all so cheesy, so trashy, isn't it? Totally overrated. But anyway, it's meant for two, you know. It never works for three. It never could've worked. But now...” She smiled at him, proudly. “Problem solved.”

Sherlock still couldn't breathe, the pain hammering through his chest, his whole body, to his every hair tip. 'But...' he thinks, his thoughts thick and slow. 'But he doesn't even know my feelings. He does not know that I have feelings.' Mary's round eyes were watching him, apparently enjoying his agony, his inability to catch up. 'He does not know I love him, so why-...'

“Oh Sherlock...” Mary said again. “It doesn't matter, you know?” She sighed and looked into the distance, then turned back to his eyes. “It doesn't matter whether he knows or not. You love him. It's inappropriate. It's not good for him, for us. It's not good for me. Do you understand?” Sherlock frowned. He did understand, but he couldn't work with this. He just didn't understand. Of course he knew the crime of passion. Love, unrequited love, jealousy and so on... but Mary? He and John? He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, it was John who was leaning over him, smiling down at him. “Well?” he asked, and Sherlock's entire body jolted with a new wave of pain, even more intense. He wanted to scream, but no sound came over his lips and he wanted to tear the skin from his body. John's smile widened and Sherlock couldn't look at it, couldn't look at John. He wanted to look away, to squeeze his eyes shut, to crawl away, but he couldn't move, the pain in his body intensifying with every passing second. There was no way out, no ending to this scenario, he was-

Sherlock startled awake in his bed. He was breathing heavily, his throat ached, he could feel tears running down his face and the cold sweat covering his body, his heart pounding against his ribs, his hands shaking. He sat up and tried to take some deep breaths. It was alright. He was alright, in his bedroom, he was fine. John was fine. John was fine, he was with Mary. He switched on the light on his night stand and swung his feet out of the bed. Slowly his hands stopped trembling and the pain in his chest was beginning to fade. He rubbed his hands over his face and stood. Maybe a cup of tea would help. John would have made a cup of tea.

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ADOR U! … nishimura riki

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SYNOPSIS. a silly dare led niki to attempt to be your silly boy

GENRE. fluff, crack, some angst (a pinch in this part sawry)

PAIRING. danceteamleader!niki x teammember!fem!reader ft. enhypen, newjeans

WARNINGS. unhinged and maybe its cringe since i explained the moves to the placement of their feet, im sorry-😭, jungwon says niki got no rizz(i dont think that's gonna happen anymore but we'll see), lowercase intended, swearing (?)

WORD COUNT. 1.6k

NOTE. MAYBE MAYBE THERE'S ANOTHER PART OKAY BECAUSE I WANT THE FLUFF TO FLUFF YKWIM😇 so yeah I have an idea for omg we love newjeans discog🤭🤞

TAG(S). @sd211 @heesitation

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Time passed and you'd left niki hanging for a great deal of time. His lingering stares while you walked past and the times you felt him burning holes into the back of your head didn't go unnoticed. If anything, it only fueled your hurt. 

Whereas niki thought over and over to his previous moments with you, attempting to spot any fault of his to no avail. Given, he was no mind reader and barely knew you'd been there to here what prompted him to approach you in the first place.

It was the sense of betrayal and how naive you were, to even believe the boy. Presently, you resented him. But you still couldn't find the will to extinguish your undeniable feelings for him. The less you saw him, the more the fire went out. 

It was an asshole move to just ignore the boy like that but then again he is the one that went on with the preplanned bet. And you held against him. 

Every instance he took initiative to actively talk to you, you'd shrug him off and give him the cold shoulder. No remorse because you felt pity for yourself. He got the obvious hint and hadn't tried in a while. And that was what let you down a bit. 

It's not like you were expecting him to pester you till you forgave him. The resistance in his attitude towards you made you feel guilt, though he was the cause for this mess. He could apologize and it'd vary if you'd accept. You let the fact marinate for a bit. 

Yet his words of confession stuck with you. "i like you," you did but couldn't find yourself to forgive him without any words of concern, which niki seemed more than eager to do. Ultimately, you were the one stopping him for explaining. 

You would hear him out, not for the sake of it but because you wanted to prove his words to be true. So what was really stopping you from doing so? Now that thought pierced through your line of thoughts and you remained stumped. 

You huff and head to an empty space to blow off steam and whip out your wireless headphones, playing music of your choice. Freestyle wasn't something you were confident in, let alone dancing in front of a crowd. 

That was before niki came along and helped you progress and overcome your fears. You begin pouring out your amass of queries into expression and skip around the room, relieving your pent up frustration.

Unaware that niki stood right outside the door listening to the sound of your moves and the squeak of your sneakers. You spin and dramatically hit the floor, twisting your ankle, your sudden imbalance tripping after an aggressive sequence of moves. 

The thump startles the boy and he jumps to grip on the handle, hesitating before clicking the entrance open. Your pained snarl to the impact leaves you curled up on the floor with your hair splayed out on the floor. You did not want to call for help, not after the recent turn of events. 

But help just happened to be a door away. Niki waltzed in and bent to his knees, your expression pained and pale from the nasty fall, "are you okay?" 

Your ignorance wasn't the question here, but his kindness. He was looking out for you even though you'd been a total asshole to him and that's what's got you pooling tears in your eyes. Mixed with the pain shooting for your ankle and the swell from the depth of your heart. It yearned for the sweet boy yet you weren't all that sure if he was sweet.  

He appeared from amidst the door and kneeled, inspecting your ankle and how great the damage was due to the nasty fall. It'd hardly been a few minutes and the swelling had begun. Earning no answer from you, he voices his concern once again, "are you okay?"

Three words was all it took for the tears pooled in your eye to water. You restrained any from falling further, panning away from him though your tears threatened to cower over the ledge. Despite your harsh and self centered attitude, the ignorance you showcased had not sprung any sort of resentment or negative emotions in him.

Here you were, judging the boy way too hard all over eavesdropping into his conversation with his friends. Even if it was a dare, had you cared to stop and think whether niki would actually lie about harbored feelings for you. Now, lying seemed highly improbable and cruel but he didn't seem like that kind of person.

But he seemed like someone who'd carry out a dare for his pride? Your reasoning was far too biased and jumped to a conclusion before you could hear him out and listen to him with no clear judgment. The entire time, he was asking you to lend your ears to listen and you were busy rejecting his every attempt because of your pitiful assumption.

You were the asshole right now, not him.

If niki was the douche bag in this situation, why would he be kneeling beside your wounded self and searching for a first aid kit for a scrape band? Either way, your ignorance and assumption is what caused this all to go south.

Your own trains of thoughts and self realization pushed a river of tears over the ledge and you sobbed silently, due to both the throbbing pain erupting violently in your heart and the pain shooting up from your ankle. A crack of a sob made niki whip his head towards with his eyes wide as he gripped onto the kit and practically ran across the room and slid onto his knees by your side.

He grabbed the band and freed it from the packaging, being careful with your twisted ankle and slid your shoe off with ease. Your hands helped your sock off and he scooted closer and bent down, still a good distance away from your foot, and wrapped the band carefully.

His concern, care and confession all were tell-tale signs but nonetheless your doubt caught you in your own mess and fueled more tears to dribble down your cheeks and fall to the wooden floor boards while Niki finished wrapping the band on your bruised ankle. He retracted his hands and managed to glance up at your tear stricken face. No words said, he pulled into a hug instinctively.

"i'm sorry,"

Why on earth would he be sorry? It was you who needed to apologize, and he owed an explanation at most, where you wouldn't jump the gun. Before you could utter a word, he continues, "i'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway, it was never my intention too,"

The way he gently ran his hand through your hair, calming you down as you felt more tears spill from your orbs and onto his sweatshirt. "why'd you ask me out?" you queried, trying to sound somewhat collected from the wreck you'd become. 

"at first, it was because jungwon and sunoo dared me to approach the next person through the door and ask them out. I know this sounds like a petty reason and it was, but that was before I began enjoying my time with you, so much so that I manifested feelings for you. That being said, don't feel pressured to give me an answer right away,"

You sigh, feeling the anxiety bubble in your stomach as you pull away to look at his softly drawn features, now pulled together in a frown with his eyebrows knitted at each other. You had nothing to lose, "i do like you," you paused, the red shade dominating your skin, "i overheard your conversation with jungwon and sunoo in the dressing room the other day and assumed the worst… i'm sorry for acting like an asshole and giving you the cold shoulder."

You complete, playing with fingers as his arm remains snug around your waist from his warm hearted hug. The dip the height of his head brought your eyes to his and he gazed into them daringly. Maintaining that eye contact proved to be extremely difficult as he leaned forward, way too close for your mentality to process. 

Niki searched your orbs for any signs of discomfort and upon perceiving the flustered look, he tilted and sealed the deal, capturing your lips in a soft, small kiss. It was all over the place as you both tried to coordinate with the new experience, having no prior brief on how to go about this. 

You both pulled away and he laughed at the mutual silliness you two displayed, finding it cute. A hand cupped your cheek and his gaze was enough for you to melt away by his touch. "could we do that again?" you prob, the shyness hanging in the atmosphere. 

He slanted against you with a wide smile and pressed his lips to yours, the grin never wearing. The little giggles between the connection sent butterflies loose and wild in your stomach. It seemed better the second time around, figuring it out more so with chuckles emitting from both. 

The laughs drew to silence as he pulled away and softly stared into your eyes no longer longing and set his forehead to yours, his hand finding its way to your hand and clutching it in his grip and brought it up to his lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

"i'm glad I didn't chicken out that day in the cafeteria,"

"me too,"

yes we have one more part remaininggg

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[suffersinfandom]

Okay, so I usually try to stay out of discourse and drama and all of that because I'm here to have a nice time, but I saw a post in the OFMD tag after the whole Blackbonnet/Stucky poll thing that I really need to type about. It's just... so bad. Like, I totally get disliking things (I dislike things too!), and I understand that OFMD isn't everyone's thing, but wow. WOW. Um.

While the first part's annoying (point to the tumblr fandom that has absolutely no one in it with a victim complex, please), what I really take issue with is the last bit -- the assertion that OFMD's cast diversity is there to be "inclusive" and "progressive" when the narrative isn't. That's just not true? One of the reasons for OFMD's popularity IS its inclusiveness! People who have never seen themselves represented in a show finally *see themselves* in some of these characters, and I think that's lovely. And the show has a wonderfully diverse crew behind the scenes and in the writing room as well!

As for "the narrative being the opposite"... all I can do is assume that OP never bothered watching OFMD. It's the most genuinely, earnestly inclusive and progressive piece of media I've ever consumed.

The acting in OFMD isn't stylistically different from any other show I've watched. The situations and lines are often comedic, Stede and Ed are definitely prone to dramatics, and plenty of the characters are pathetic (affectionate), but this is such a weird critique. Or maybe I just haven't picked anything up from a lifetime of watching media and being a massive dorkass theater nerd? Idk. Maybe they just think the show itself is cringe (I certainly don't think it is, but that's something I've seen plenty of folks who dislike it say) and that colors their opinion on the acting?

Also: where's the slavery apologism? As many other people have said, there's definitely room for good faith criticism of OFMD: its tendency to gloss over the existence of slavery, the rom-comification of real, historic slaveowners, etc, but there's no apologia in the text of the show. (Correct me if I'm wrong! I'm very white and will defer to others here.)

I'm gonna need some sources. I've seen the various accusations, but never evidence or anything that couldn't potentially be explained with context. (I don't actually take much issue with this point -- it's not a crime to think someone's annoying -- I just don't understand the constant vilification of Taika.)

"REAL gay piracy," lol. I can't say much about Black Sails since I haven't watched it (tbh it doesn't sound like something I'd be able to enjoy), but I haven't seen that much seriousness in the OFMD fandom. Do I have all of the annoying crewmates blocked? Do y'all feel like you have a lot to prove? I personally only became invested in this poll when I saw the death threats from Stucky folks, and my impression from my timeline is that most everyone else was in the same boat.

If you ARE taking these polls to heart, please don't! They're for fun (sometimes petty) fandom drama! Win or lose, we all love our ships and our communities and we really don't need to prove anything to anyone (I say, typing out a response to a thing that got under my skin, resolutely not touching grass).

THIS is where I had to start typing. WHAT DOES IT MEAN. How is a show with multiple canon queer couples gaybaiting? Isn't "canon gaybait" an oxymoron, or has the meaning changed? (I'm old, genuinely lmk if my millennial ass is missing something.) Again, I can only assume that OP either hasn't watched OFMD or hates fun romcoms, because the gayness of it all isn't the only thing the show has to offer. My brainworms have better taste than that.

It's some of the best gay rep I've ever seen and I would be delighted to see better! I mean it! I've been in queer circles for almost two decades and in fandom even longer; OFMD is some of the best, kindest, most loving, genuine representation I've come across in that time. I truly hope that it's just the beginning of a new era in media.

"Weak fandom output." I am *drowning* in fandom output and I love that for me! "Driest gay kiss." I'm sorry you don't like awkward middle-aged men who think they're unlovable coming together in what might very well be the first loving kiss either of them has ever had, but I think it's very sweet and moving! No fictional characters have ever owned my brain like this before! I love my silly traumatized queer pirates who can't communicate to save themselves. They're very beautiful to me.

Anyway, that's enough of that. I've released the pettiness and I'm going to go back to being annoying about seeing the lads again in just a few more days. <3

#ofmd #fandom bullshit #lol don't look at this i'm embarrassed #anyway don't fight with certain people it's not worth it #they'll hate because they want to hate #love what you love and don't let anyone get you down #fight about fictional stuff if you want but don't attack people directly or straight up lie #most importantly don't fight with me i'm fragile