#it takes two to conga

[ravelqueen]

Just started reading some Aa fanfic (i finally played aa4 so i feel like i went get spoiled too bad now) and gotta say "100% uwu sweetie" phoenix as well as "sad anxious softie and nothing else" miles is already my back button trigger

Like obv Miles *is* a softie but he's also extremely ambitious and cantankerous. AND PHOENIX IT'S LIKE?? HAVE YOU EVEN PLAYED THE GAME?? his internal monologue is SO BITCHY like 85% of the time he's just fucking DONE with people on the inside, THAT'S WHY HE'S FUN LIKE PLZ

#phoenix wright #ryunosuke naruhodo #miles edgeworth #mitsurugi reiji #ace attorney #like please that's why they are perfect for each other!! #you know that when it's just the two of them they are the meanest little gremlins about everyone they know #while also keeping up a steady conga line of cats they take in and feed

[clown-femme]

I kind of resent when other adhd people talk about hyperfocus only because I'm jealous that I don't do that. I WISH I could zero in and stay focused on one task at a time. Can you imagine. I can't even do that with things I like.

That said I am also annoyed when people misuse the term hyperfocus to just mean 'the thing I'm into right now' but that is Beside the point

#i think my Heavy depression makes it hard for me to get the brain chemical response needed for the adhd brain employees to go 'mm yummy' #'more of this please' and make me lock into focus #i think there is a factory between my ears and there are two departments that are at odds #and one is my depression and the other is the adhd #and the depression has halted production of dopamine. it cut funding on serotonin and dopamine because of my life's conga line of misfortune #and the adhd side is like. goddamn we need some dopamine bad. we are going to try to do everything at once to get some. 87 tabs. #14 rps going on at once. three songs stuck in head. click teeth together too. #we are NOT touching a single thing that doesnt help the dopamine machine make more dopamine for us so cut all other activities. work??? well #work is hard. actually most things are hard. and they take too many steps. now i know things like our hobbies Might produce dopamine but #well its not fast enough. and also tooooo many steps. everything too many steps. #sit on couch and 87 tabs just enough steps. #this has to be the case until we can get enough dopamine from anything at all to want to linger on an activity #and then back to depression #where its like. see?? look. we dont do anything and we hate ourselves. we cant make ourselves do things that we like or dislike. #this is why we cant have dopamine or serotonin. #and then i am left on the outside unable to focus on my work or my writing or even on fun things like rp #sorry for wall of tags

[rad-batson]

Here’s some more about the game :D for your reading pleasure @portal-to-oblivion (Based on this post)

Freestyle Checkers: A Tim and Damian Special OR “How can we make talking to people a competition?”

They are sneaky. They are underhanded. They will do anything to win.

Originally, this was a ploy to get Bruce to ban them from the galas. Over the coming months, however, they begin to enjoy attending. A little too much.

Tim starts a conga line and convinces everyone on his team to join before marching them to Damian’s side.

Damian subtly moves the tables just an inch or two to the right all night until the whole room has switched seating arrangements.

After a particularly eventful game, Bruce now requires them both to empty their pockets and walk through a metal detector before entering the ballroom.

Tim uses his role as company heir to befriend everyone on his team and then introduce them to one another. He accidentally started a coup once.

Damian uses his puppy eyes to woo the guests into doing his bidding and avoid punishment.

He also sets fire to the curtains.

They are repeatedly caught giving death glares to each other from across the ballroom…but that’s normal. What’s not normal is the two giving death glares to a seemingly random guest at the same time. (She was only going to say hello to Maxine. Why does she feel like she’s in mortal danger?)

Tim spikes the punch with a hint of laxatives so everybody sticks to the bathrooms on Damian’s side.

Several games in, Damian finds a loophole in the rules. Even if the pieces can’t know they’re in a game, that doesn’t mean others can’t. He pays several catering staff to form a physical barrier between certain guests and places. Tim is livid and demands the loophole be written out.

Damian, after stealing a woman’s expensive watch: “Oh, I think I saw it at table seven! Here, let me take you there :)”

Tim makes a kid cry at table 20 so everyone will avoid that side of the room.

Tim: “To the left now, y’all! Left again! Right foot two stomps! Keep going left!”

Every other batfamily member has joined the game at least once, both as a piece AND as a player. On a particularly boring night, it was Tim v. Damian v. Steph v. Jason v. Duke. Every attendee was an unwilling participant. Including Bruce.

Damian is the reason death threats are no longer allowed for the game.

Tim: “Oh, you don’t want to talk to Nicole. Did you hear what she said about Leandra last night? The drama!”

Damian, tugging a guest’s arm: “Hey, is your blue Mercedes parked outside?” Guest: “Oh, hi sweetie :) Yes, why do you ask?” Damian: “It exploded.”

Damian studies the attendance sheet, makes a mental list of who eats what kind of dessert according to previous galas, then chooses all the guests who he knows like chocolate. Suddenly, there’s a surprise chocolate fountain on Tim’s side!

Tim studies the attendance sheet then figures out their addresses, hacks into their Facebook, stalks their Friends list, makes a chart of who is on good and bad terms, then chooses his team based on that.

Both of the above methods listed fail spectacularly

Damian: “So…I win.” Tim: “Damian, this is a hostage situation.” Damian: “But they’re lined up on your side. I win.” Tim: You know, I’m starting to think you set this up.”

He did.

During one particular night, a Wayne benefactor figures out what’s going on and tries to expose them so they team up, completely ruin his public reputation, and get him banned from all future galas to preserve the game.

No matter how hard he tries, Bruce cannot stop them from playing.

#batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #batbros #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #incorrect batfamily quotes #dc #dc robin #red robin #robin damian #dc universe #damian al ghul

[ryukatters]

from the start — s. gojo ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

⟡ a/n: no thoughts head empty just satoru. annoyed!reader x lovesick!gojo will always hit idcidc!! Also I was listening to "from the start" by laufey while writing this

⟡ pairing: satoru gojo x fem! reader

⟡ content: fluff, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, awkward first kisses, ooc! gojo for a little bit, reader gets called a good girl, gojo's a little more emotionally intelligent than reader, takes place during your guys’ third year at jujutsu high (we ignore premature death and hidden inventory)

⟡ word count: ~1k

⟡ credits to this prompt list

Your first kiss with Gojo doesn’t go as planned.

Not that you were ever planning on kissing him in the first place— you might even argue that it was completely impulsive and spur of the moment. 

It’s just you and Satoru today, with Suguru being away on a mission and Shoko at the morgue, as usual. It's been a while since your schedules have matched up, so both of you decide to hit up your usual spot off campus. Satoru’s treat, he insists.

"You deserve it, after all," he says, slinging an arm around your shoulder, "you've been working so hard lately."

"Are you sure you're not just using me as an excuse to stuff your face full of food?" you huff, trying your best to wrestle his arm off you, but to no avail. If anything, it prompts Gojo to wrap both of his arms around you, with the two of you waddling together in a sort of quasi-conga line.

"Nah," he laughs, and a whispered "just wanna spend time with you, 's all," follows after.

The two of you are nestled in the comfort of the small cafe, tucked away from the harsh bite of frigid autumn air. You have a plate of fresh yakitori on the table in front of both of you— why he insists on sharing when he has the appetite of an elephant, you don’t know. 

“Say ahhhh,” he says, lifting a skewer to your mouth, to which you scowl.

“You are not feeding me.” 

He pouts, head tipped forward to reveal those annoying, blue puppy eyes underneath his glasses. “Pretty please?”

“No, Satoru. I can feed mysel—“ your reprimand is cut short by Gojo shoving the piece of chicken in your mouth. He even takes the liberty to grip your chin so you can close your mouth and chew. 

“There you go, good girl,” he smiles easily. You want to dump your bubble tea on top of his head. Instead, you decide to show a bit of decorum and ignore the overgrown furby next to you. 

He’s always like this. Flirting and teasing and being an overall menace to you. Sometimes, you think you can see some truth behind his act, but Satoru is Satoru and that means being an overall headache is engraved into his very soul. You choose to ignore your fluttering heartbeat whenever he's around.

It’s quiet for a moment, and quiet plus Satoru is never a good combination. You dare to look at him, gaze flitting over his annoyingly soft hair, annoyingly pretty eyes, sharp nose, plush, pink lips—

“You so want to kiss me right now,” he declares matter-of-factly. Those same lips are now upturned in an annoyingly handsome smirk.

“Now how did you come up with that ridiculous idea?” You sigh, slight exasperation lacing your features.

He leans in, close enough to be in your bubble, and pauses for a moment, as if he’s thinking long and hard studying your expression before cracking an obnoxiously wide grin and tapping your nose— “It’s written all over your face!” 

You scoff before giving his shoulder a rough shove, to which he laughs. Satoru thinks it's cute when you're a little worked up, and now he wants to kiss you.

Gojo doesn’t understand why you refuse to acknowledge the painfully obvious tension between you two. He likes you, a lot. In fact, he thinks it wouldn’t be a stretch to admit he’s just the tiniest bit in love with you after all these years. If he's being honest, he's getting a little desperate. He's not sure how much longer he can ignore the crushing feeling in his chest that seems to wound tighter with each passing day he's not yours. And he's confident that you at least somewhat reciprocate those feelings. So why fight it?

“Oh, what? Don't tell me I made you all shy no—mmfh!!” It’s your turn to cut him off, pressing your lips to his softly.

You're not entirely sure why you kissed Satoru in the first place. Maybe you just wanted him to shut up for once, to be the one that flusters him, or maybe, just maybe, you were tired of this push-and-pull dynamic that's been plaguing your entire friendship from the moment you two met. You think you're tired of swimming against a current so strong, that maybe you should just stop fighting it and see where it takes you.

It takes every single ounce of restraint in Gojo’s body to not flail around like a complete idiot when your lips meet his. 

You swear you can feel a slight residue stain your lips. Was he wearing lip balm? 

When you pull back, Gojo stays there, frozen in place. 

It’s almost comical, the way his blue eyes flutter open before they widen like saucers, a pink flush steadily creeping up his chest to the tips of his ears. You think you might have broken him. 

For the first time in the entirety you’ve known Satoru, he seems to be at a loss for words. 

For how suave the Gojo heir seems to be most of the time, you think it's a little funny how you can shut him up with a simple kiss. It's almost cute, and strangely comforting, in a way, how you can reduce the strongest sorcerer to a blushing mess. You’re left wondering where his big ego and all that confidence went.

You make the move to clean up after the both of you, but Satoru stops you with a hand wrapped around your arm, tugging you back down to sit, your thigh brushing his.

“Can we do that again?” Ah, there it was.

It’s your turn to be shocked. Satoru takes the silence as a chance to explain himself, “They say the second time’s the charm."

“Was the first time not charming enough for you?” You tease. 

“It was,” he smiles, leaning in as one hand cups your cheek, “but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost or translate my writing anywhere.

#yeah he booped your nose :p #i want him so bad y'all #i'm also craving yakitori atm #kat's writing #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x y/n

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

What are some of the Ninja’s biggest regrets?

Lloyd: existing Obviously opening Pythor's tomb and plunging the world into a conga line of suffering he cannot reverse

Jay: The way he can never fully bring himself to believe in his capabilities and worth as a person even if he knows better otherwise

Cole: Currently, it's not trying to patch things up with his dad sooner. ...A thing or two may tip the scales in the future, though. Hmm. Hm hmm. Hmmmmmmm.

Nya: Olivia

Zane: Taking his mother for granted

Kai: ...oh ho ho ho HOHOHONONO we can't answer THAT one yet, it's a preeeeetty big spoiler :'3

#but i know EXACTLY what it is muwahahahahahahaha #info tag #ninjago #legacyverse #lloyd garmadon #jay walker #cole brookstone #nya smith #zane julien #kai smith

[cthulhusstepmom]

It was really just Ghost's luck, this entire series of fucking calamities. First and foremost leave, which at this point he felt he had well enough in hand. At least he had until one John MacTavish had clambered into his life. Ghost had been perfectly content with coming and going, haunting his bare bones flat in Manchester when he was unwanted and unneeded on base. Sure he liked Kyle and Price well enough but living on top of each other crammed into shoe boxes did little for wanting to stick around unduly; besides Price taking leave was a rare occurrence and Gaz had a busy life off base that he slipped in and out of like an otter in a stream(good god if Ghost never heard about another rave or awkward morning after of Kyle Garrick plus however many guests it would be too soon). But he wanted to be with Soap, Johnny made the shitty bunks and the paper thin walls worth it. Made the constant running and gunning feel like more than just a macabre 9-5.

Made Ghost feel alive again.

This would be the first major leave since Last Almas, at least a month and a half of hard earned rest and relaxation in the comfort of their own beds. Ghost was dreading it. The nightmares were always worse in his flat, the pseudo domestic setting bringing forth memories of bloody puddles and broken crayons instead of the tried and true reruns of his own torture and burial. His therapist had told him to put more of himself into his flat, to try and make the place a safe haven even if it wasn't really a home. The problem with that was quite simple, there wasn't anything left of Simon Riley to give. At least there wasn't until Soap. Until the long buried human part of his brain was rudely shaken awake by a tirade of Scottish nonsense and good-natured touches. And now he was just supposed to leave and go back to the barren walls and sterile rooms of his little holding cell.

To make things even better in this home that wasn't home, the first thing he smelled upon crossing the threshold was an overwhelming odor of mildew and mold. Finding the source had been easy enough, sometime between now and last whenever the fuck he'd left last a pipe had burst and flooded the whole place; ruining the carpet and corrupting the few furnishings he had with dark black mold. His first call had been to building maintenance and they'd been quick to give him an estimate on just how long he had to stay the fuck out of the flat, at least a month funny that. The next call had been to Price, with no answer. Bastard was probably sipping expensive whiskey on the beach somewhere warm. Intellectually he knows that Gaz would offer him his spare room but he would rather not be subject to the conga line of mostly unclothed people Gaz apparently has traipsing through his condominium at any given hour. Which leaves him a single option.

Soap doesn't answer. Probably due in large part to the fact that Ghost doesn't call him.

Logically he knows that the Sergeant probably wouldn't turn him away, Johnny just isn't wired that way. But the element of surprise has served him well and in this fucked scenario going into the blind, Ghost will take all the cards he can shove up his sleeve.

It's not much to go off of, just the address he memorized from Johnny's file, but with the magic of modern technology he finds the little flat soon enough. The drive to Edinburgh is pleasant if long and the weather is mockingly mild. All setting the stage for another calamity as Ghost finds himself standing on the stoop of his Sergeant's flat (he ought to recognize by now that the universe forbids him from having a good day). He raps sharply on the wood of the door three times before he can convince himself that sleeping under a bridge is a better plan of action. It takes a minute or two before he hears anything, cursing himself for thinking that Johnny is even at home, before a muffled crash and wicked cursing within the flat signals that this is the right place and, for better or worse, Johnny's home. Ghost locks his knees and tries to figure out what to do with his hands as the cacophony grows closer.

"Sorry aboot tha, was wrapped up in tha studio- Ghost?"

Ghost opens his mouth to reply but the words fall right out of his head and onto the well loved welcome mat as his eyes take in his Sergeant. His hands are smeared with what his untrained eye assumes is paint, the flecks of color dance up his forearms and over the old t shirt he's wearing. His hair is loose and longer than it usually is, no sense in gelling it back on leave he supposed. But what really stops his mind from working is the thin band of black leather wrapped around Soap's neck, clasped with a shiny silver buckle.

A fucking collar.

Before Ghost can pull his thoughts together, he's being dragged by the front of his sweatshirt into the flat and pressed against the wall so the door can swing forcefully shut.

"Is everything ok? You in trouble?" Johnny asks, concern burning in his eyes.

"Pipe burst in my flat, thought I'd ask if I could surf your couch." He manages to choke out, eyes lingering on the way the leather hugs his subordinate's neck.

"Of course yeh can yeh numpty! Gave me a right fucking scare ya big bastard, showing up all silent on my doorstep. Coulda called, even sent a text eh Ghost. I was at the shops this morning, if I would've known you were coming I woulda shopped for two." Soap releases his hold on the fabric and allows Ghost room to leave the wall.

"Wear that shopping didya?" Is about the most coherent thing he can manage.

Soap looks at him confused before a hand travels up to his throat and a look of dread crosses his features.

"Oh shite."

A blazing red blush heats the tips of his Sergeant's ears, travelling down to his cheeks and collarbones as he runs a hand over his face.

"S'not what it looks like I promise, I don't even wear it oot most of the time." Most of the time? "It just reminds me of a throat mic; S' grounding, my shrink called it a sensory thing? I dinnae ken, but if it helps it helps y'ken-" the bubbling fountain of embarrassed explanation that flows from Soap's lips doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

Ghost reaches out a hand and pinches his bicep.

"-Ow, fuck was that for?"

"Johnny look at me, think I can judge how you dress on leave?" The skull print gaiter goes a lot further than any words to prove his point. Paired with sunglasses and a black baseball cap it's close enough to a mask to prevent a total mental breakdown.

Johnny looks over his visage with understanding eyes, nods gravely once and then turns towards the innards of the flat.

"Awright, let's get you set up! Loo is over there, it's a wee bit cramped so you can use my shower, here's the living room and ma bedroom is through there, that right there is the studio it was the second bedroom but it had the best lighting-" Ghost follows obediently, halfheartedly taking in bright decor that sings with Soap's frenetic energy.

How the fuck is he gonna survive Soap wearing that around the house?

#Headcanon: Soap wears a collar when he's alone because it grounds him #this little tidbit appeared magically in my drafts this morning cause midnight is the writer's hour #Ghost wont make fun of him for it(he'd bw a hypocrite) but when they get back he will joke about keeping a leash on him #still working on multichapter Fae!Soap extravaganza its gonna be swag #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

[angelkissiies]

hcs of poly relationship with abby and ellie please ilysm 🙌🙌

abby anderson x reader x ellie williams headcanons

suggestive content below the cut

╭ thank you anon for the idea, i hope you enjoy !

╰╮the absolute best dance partners, on adult night at the bar they’ll have you in daze from how much they want to be seen with you. twirling you into the others arms until your legs are sore and the entire bar as their eyes on the three of you. 

╰╮abby hates cooking but ellie loves it. So most days ellie will take on the responsibility of cooking and abby will happily oblige to every desire she has as long as it’s not having anything to do with the stove. On that topic, neither of them can bake- but you can. So most days in the kitchen are filled with ellie instructing abby on what she needs and the three of you bumping into each other as you tackle different tasks. Hoping from dinner, to dishes, to baking- but you all somehow make it work (with tons of kisses in between traffic jams)

╰╮clothes troubles? always. between massive loads of laundry to abby’s shirts getting snatched by you and ellie alike- there is always a fuss about clothes. Whilst abby doesn’t mind her girls stealing her shirts, it becomes a tad problematic when the only shirts left in the closet are ones that would look like compression T’s on her. Secretly, though she gives the two of you shit, she loves it. 

╰╮ellie loves taking photos. It’s something she’s very adamant about, every birthday or anniversary, she has the polaroid camera out snapping multiple pictures to frame or stick into an album. You’d become very fond of it after she’d gone through her collection- showing off every sweet photo she had of the three of you. Including more than a couple of joel and jerry hanging out. (they weren’t aware of their picture being taken, but that made it all the better.) 

╰╮you’d never patrol alone again; constantly having the two women at your side to face weather was beyond the wall- not trusting anyone else with the job of protecting you. You could argue and even attempt to sneak out alone, but they somehow always knew and swooped in at the last minute to accompany you. 

╰╮joel and jerry become the father figures you never got to have, taking great pride in the fact that their daughters could manage to snag a prize like you (jerry’s words, quote me on it.) they loved you unconditionally and though the idea at first was a little weird to them, once they saw how much love the three of you carried for one another- they knew it was something meant to be. 

╰╮so many records. ellie prefers jazz and bluegrass (getting most of her preferences from joel), while abby is a complete opposite listening to 90’s rock and college rock (which had grown to be one of her favorite genres). anytime you all went on a run, you’d pick up all the music you could to bring home and listen to together. It had become a ritual. 

╰╮an affinity for children to randomly be running around your shared house. Some days it was yara and lev sitting on the couch chatting about who knows what, others it was half a dozen tiny children running from ellie and dina as they chased them through the house and out into the garden where they’d indulge them with the patch of strawberries that had just started to ripen. It never bothered you, not one bit. 

╰╮abby is the big spoon, ellie is the little spoon, and you are the littlest spoon. like a little conga train, you three melted together like this most nights. other times, it was just a massive pile of limbs and sheets tangled into something joel had a-likened to the rat king. He thought he was very funny for that, giving abby a playful nudge as he recalled her horror story. 

╰╮kissies galore ! ! neither abby or ellie knew how to not kiss you (or each other) so at the worst moments they’ll press a quick kiss to your lips before moving along to whatever it was they were doing. It always warmed your heart but caught whoever you were with off guard (especially if they didn’t know your situation). 

╰╮long, long, long sessions. sex was an all night affair to the three of you, that way you all had a chance to give each other the love you’d set aside for them. luckily for you, abby and ellie learned how to share when it came to you so it was no longer a fight for dominance but a shared experience. give and take. It took them awhile to figure out a way to combine forces but once they did it was game over for you (and your poor legs the next day.) 

╰╮constant talk of starting a family. abby and ellie loved the idea of having little mini versions of themselves running around, not to mention how willing you were to carry babies for them if they weren’t comfortable with it. when the baby fever got too bad, the three of you would take a trip to the school to volunteer your time- helping the girls become more comfortable with children before you all made the jump to actually having your own. 

#abby anderson x reader x ellie williams #abby anderson x you x ellie williams #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #tlou ff #tlou2 #tlou part 2 #tlou #tlou masterlist #polyamory #abby x ellie #abby anderson x ellie williams #x reader #the last of us part two

[our-happygirl500-fan]

I know the Krang probably gave Leo & the rest of the Hamato Clan a lot of trauma but when you consider that the events of the movie happen only a couple of months after the end of season two then it really does feel like a conga line of trauma for Leo & the rest of them especially since they are probably still in the process of processing everything from the Shredder at the start of the movie.

I mean in the span of a couple of months Leo had to deal with Big Mama taking the entire population of New York (including Splinter, April & Draxum) & making him & his brothers team up with enemies to fight for her entertainment. 

Then he had to face the Shredder & loose Karai, his home & his Odachi right in front of him & then he & his brothers had to leave Draxum & Splinter behind to the Shredder just so they could get to safety and he & his brothers all had to figure out Ninpo as quickly as possible to save the day.

And instead of getting a chance to recover from all of that while having to look for a new home, Splinter makes Leo leader, shifting the familiar family dynamics & putting Leo in a position of responsibility that he didn’t want or ask for.

The whole Krang thing was probably a cherry on top for all of that I kind of feel like Leo & the rest of the Hamato clan must have been going through it even before the Krang showed up.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo hamato #rottmnt #tmnt

[ultrone]

what music do you think Jackie would listen to…?

very random playlist i know lmaooo i hope it’s at least a bit accurate. i tried to stick to before the 2000s as much as i could 🫡

Gwen Stefani/No Doubt for sure. I feel like she’d specifically love “Cool” by Gwen

I Touch Myself by Divinyls

Crush by Jennifer Paige

Fastlove, Pt. 1 by George Michael

The Cranberries (influenced by Shauna 🤔)

The King of Wishful Thinking by Go West (she got obsessed with it after watching Pretty Woman)

Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Back For Good by Take That

Some songs by Fleetwood Mac & Stevie Nicks, like Sable on Blond, I Don't Want to Know, Edge of Seventeen, Only over You…

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush

Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley

Madonna

Waterfalls by TLC

Right Here - Human Nature Radio Mix by SWV

Living On My Own - No More Brothers Radio Mix by Freddie Mercury

I feel like she’d also be lowkey into Country 😭

Shania Twain

Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus

Jolene by Dolly Parton

Amber by 311

Baby, I Love Your Way by Big Mountain

Angel by Shaggy, Rayvon

The Sign by Ace of Base (medicated Lottie got her into it)

Had a hanson phase lmaoooo 🧐

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia

Bitch by Meredith Brooks (she’d sing/yell this one in Shauna’s car)

I Try by Macy Gray

Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths

Alanis Morissette

There She Goes by The La’s

Two Princes by Spin Doctors

You Get What You Give by New Radicals

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman (I feel like Shauna would overplay it while driving)

Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Duran Duran

Bon Jovi

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Livin' la Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Savage Garden

Uptown Girl by Westlife

Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

Summer Of ‘69 by Bryan Adams

The Power Of Love by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Hero by Enrique Iglesias

Whitney Houston’s top hits

Let’s Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams

Some Aerosmith songs, like Crazy & I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing

The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s In His Kiss) & One by One by Cher

I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis

Black or White by Michael Jackson

Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows (from the Shrek 2 soundtrack 😭)

Alone & These Dreams by Heart

I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

More Than a Feeling by Boston

What’s Love Got to Do with It by Tina Turner

Close to Me by The Cure

Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65 ☠️

Endless Love by Luther Vandross, Mariah Carey

Be My Baby & Divine idylle by Vanessa Paradis

Smile by Lily Allen

I’m Gonna Miss You by Milli Vanilli

Conga by Gloria Estefan 🤣

New Kids On The Block

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Queen

Hey Ya! by Outkast

Dreaming Of You by Selena

extra… songs she’d listen to if she spoke spanish or was latina cuz i’m mexican and i’ve been thinkin abt this 🙂‍↕️

Tu Dama De Hierro by Marisela

Belanova, especially Rosa Pastel, Me Pregunto, and Cada que…

Formas de Amor by Calo

Mi Media Naranja by Fey

Bazar & No Controles by Flans

Gracias A Dios by Thalia

La Ventanita by Garibaldi

Ahora Te Puedes Marchar by Luis Miguel

Cuando Calienta El Sol by Luis Miguel

Mírala, Míralo by Alejandra Guzman

Virgen de las Vírgenes by Gloria Trevi

Ni Una Sola Palabra by Paulina Rubio

No Puedo Olvidarme Ti by MDO

La Calle de las Sirenas by Kabah

Enamoradísimo by Mercurio

Veneno by Ragazzi

Dile Que la Amo by Kairo

Hombres G

Oye Mi Amor by Maná

Rica y Apretadita (feat. Anayka) by El General

Moriré by La Factoria

Enloquéceme & Shabadabada by OV7

Timbiriche

Amante Bandido by Miguel Bosé

Alejandro Sanz

#jackie taylor thoughts #yjs thoughts #yellowjackets thoughts #jackie taylor #yellowjackets #jackie taylor headcanons

[starboyshoyo]

RAAAH 6TH TIME TRYING TO SEND THIS 😡😡😡 i hope this works

so i wanted to metaphorically cash in this request you said i could make, and i thought i’d do that as a reward for me getting into color guard!!

can i request the twst boys (surprise me on the characters) with a s/o who dresses in the dark academia aesthetic, listens to classical music all the time, and reads classic literature a lot? (totally not how i wanna be LMAO) thank you so much <33

https://www.tumblr.com/starboyshoyo/712163095699750912/permission-to-just-reblog-all-your-works-cause

A/N: @lacuna-at-dawn hello!! I have finished my AP exams and now have time to write. I didn’t get the other five rqs so it’s good you sent it in again hhhh. Dark Academia is my best friend’s favorite aesthetic so I know a little about it! If I get some things wrong lmk! I listened to the Enkanomiya soundtrack from Genshin Impact while writing this. 

Pairings: Malleus Draconia x reader, Cater Diamond x reader

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: general, romance

Malleus and Cater with a Dark Academia-esque s/o!

Malleus Draconia

Oh, dear Child of Man. You were made for him, weren’t you? 

While Malleus knows better than to judge on appearances, he just knows you would fit right into the beautiful, thorny landscape of his home in Briar Valley. You may not be feared by others like he is, but he can’t help but think you might understand what a life in the shadows means. It’s not all dreariness- it can be beautiful too. 

Your fashion sense is apparent to him on days when you’re not confined to your school uniform. It’s not all-black like his; instead, you opt for a mix of muted colors like wine reds, browns, and forest greens. It’s like you’re a lighter version of him- you are the shade to his shadows, the slumber to his death. 

When he accompanies you around the school, he’ll always be one step behind you. It makes him feel as if he is your protector- though it is a bit funny to see Sebek and Silver trail behind Malleus, who trails behind you. Occasionally, Rook will join in (read: stalk them) as well, and then other students will wonder if someone had started a conga line in the hallways. 

Malleus’s view of time is a little bit skewed in comparison to humans, so when he sees you reading classical literature, he might question if it’s a new release because he swears he met the author of the book just last week- nevermind, it was last century. Well, either way, he’ll go out of his way to finally get around to reading it, just so he can discuss it with you. Sebek is a big help in this regard as well- he’ll be more than happy to tutor Malleus in English so he can have more in-depth conversations about literature. 

Classical literature also gives Malleus another way to spend time with you alone. During quiet hours in the NRC library, he’ll pull up two seats by the fireplace and invite you to sit with him, curling his arms around you protectively. You’ll take turns reading out loud to each other- and when you get tired, he’ll continue in that deep, relaxing voice of his until you drift off to sleep. Then, he’ll carry you back to his room in the Diasomnia Dorm, watching over you and keeping you safe until you wake again. 

Besides library dates, Malleus’ most memorable time with you came when he asked you to show him your favorite songs. The music is somewhat melancholy and romantic, and he’ll close his eyes for a moment as he picks apart the notes. It’ll remind him of the slower songs played in the Briar Valley castle at mealtimes- only this time, he isn’t alone.

When he realizes this, he’ll stand up, striding over to you, and hold his hand out while looking at you with the love of the world in his eyes. 

Child of Man, may I have this dance? 

Cater Diamond

Cater is an expert on all things aesthetic. He’s a Magicam influencer, after all, and he needs to keep up on the times! You’ll immediately become a star, with Cater setting up a couples’ page where the two of you post various Dark Academia songs, art, photos, and other media. 

Cater is used to dressing in whatever is trendy, but the more time he spends with you the more he’ll be converted to your fashion tastes. You’d better be ready to see Cay-Cay in turtlenecks, slacks, sweaters and the occasional pleated skirt! He’s not afraid to try everything at least once to find what he likes. 

The two of you will have many dates where you’ll go to swap meets to find academia-esque clothing. He’s open to letting you dig around in his closet to find pieces you like as well. Cater will want you to pose in the mirror with your outfits, so he can snap a photo and post it to your page. The rest of Heartslabyul might be a little surprised with Cater’s change in looks, but they’ll definitely support him when they see how happy you make him. 

TBH, Cater isn’t really into reading much. Books are so old school to him! The fact that they have no screen bores him. The middle-ground you find is digital books. When you introduce him to it, he might be doubtful at first. But he’ll quickly find himself absorbed in the stories as old as time and soon enough, he’ll fall headfirst into the classical literature rabbit hole. Don’t expect him to go to the library though! Just looking at the outdated computers makes him want to retch. 

On the flip side, your boyfriend has always enjoyed classical music very much. Sure, he likes pop and country and rock too, but there’s something super calming and refined to the classics. He enjoys sharing earbuds with you while you walk down the hallways, listening to a mixed playlist of your favorites. 

Over time, Cater will find that he enjoys the calming darkness of your aesthetic over the cutesy, bright one that used to cover his Magicam page. It makes him feel a little more seen- like he can be vulnerable under it all and not have to keep up with appearances as much. 

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #birdie.request

[randomfoggytiger]

Curated agent-troi Fics

In honor of @agent-troi's birthday (that I missed-- so sorry!), here is a "favorite rereads" selection~.

Loose chronological order below~

Crossing Paths

“Uh…” the other woman struggled to get another piece of paper out, profusely thanking Diana when she offered to hold some of the folders. She finally took out a syllabus and glanced at it. “Fourth floor, room 451.”

“Oh.” Diana chuckled. “It’s supposed to be 415. They like to haze the new instructors sometimes this way, especially if they’re women. I guess they think it’s funny.” Of course, it had never happened to Diana, but she had the right people on her side. Or rather, she was on their side.

AU-- Pre-S1 Diana meets Scully on her transfer out, gives her some directions, and muses on a childhood Scully doesn't remember.

The MSR Files - Chapter 17

“I’ve been busy, Ethan,” she said as she stood up to dump the remains of her meal in the garbage, even though she was only half finished with her salad. She eyed Mulder pointedly, who looked deeply confused but did the same with his sandwich.

S1 Scully pretends Mulder is her boyfriend to get a very pushy Ethan Minette off her back.

The MSR Files - Chapter 4

“Oh.” Rob looked down at his plate, then back up at her. “You must really like that part of your job, huh?”

With some chagrin, Scully realized she had a huge grin plastered on her face. “It has its charms,” she said, trying to sound more casual even as she felt her face burning. 

The Jersey Devil Scully is ecstatic that Mulder called her to conduct an autopsy the next morning.

When Toads Fly (Ao3)

“Christmas isn’t until next week, Mulder.” She set her coffee down on the desk and folded her arms. “Why is there a plastic toad with a rocket strapped to its back hanging from our ceiling?”

“First of all, it’s not a rocket, it’s a missile. And second… it’s a missile toad.” He paused to watch for her reaction and was rewarded with a blank look. “Get it, Scully? Missile. Toad. Mistletoe.”

Mulder hangs up a missile frog for Christmas; and Scully, realizing she'd hurt his feelings, walks back her comments.

Between Two Truths

“Yep, it’s a fake,” the tech said, not even trying to contain his glee. “Sorry, Spooky, but it looks like you lost this round. Maybe the little green men will let you take a mulligan.”

Mulder closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Thank you,” he spat out. “I’m gonna print out the enlargement myself, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, knock yourself out.” The tech snickered to himself as he walked away in the general direction of the break room, where he would no doubt proceed to gossip to his fellow geeks about the delusional Spooky Mulder’s latest misadventure.

E.B.E. Mulder is grateful that Scully, at least, doesn't mock his faked photograph.

Light in Dark Places

“Have you ever–”

Another pair of high beams pierced the night, steadily expanding until they filled the entire rear window. Scully cut herself off mid-sentence as she struggled to breathe. It’s not him, it’s not him–

Post Irresistible Mulder distracts Scully from her panic attack by crashing a conga line and sharing a motel room.

The MSR Files - Chapter 10

She knew exactly how voodoo worked, that most of its power resided in the mindset of the victim. If one truly didn’t believe a curse could actually harm them, or better yet, if they did not know they had been cursed at all, it would have absolutely no effect. Just as it should have had absolutely no effect on her.

Post Fresh Bones Scully is shaken that she'd believed in voodoo.

For the Truth

Mulder had passed out shortly after collapsing on her couch, sweaty and feverish. He didn't seem to be conscious or even aware of his surroundings, but occasionally he'd start tossing and turning, muttering about his father. At one point he started crying, and nothing was intelligible save the word 'sorry'. 

Anasazi Hosteen sends out paramedics to meet Mulder and Scully halfway.

The MSR Files - Chapter 13

 She narrowed her eyes as her lips curled upward in amusement. “Do you think it’s true what he said to you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that,” Mulder said hastily.

“Okay,” she snickered. 

Post Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose Mulder hopes Scully will live forever.

The MSR Files - Chapter 16

When Scully had first made the comparison between him and Ahab, he’d been deeply confused, because he initially thought she meant her father. As she kept talking, he realized she was referring to the character, and he’d quickly become consumed by the need to not have to face directly the consequences of his actions on those he cared about, lest he be forced to let them go. To let her go.

But now, a stray thought occurred to him. He wasn’t a Freudian, but she had made the comparison.

Post Quagmire Mulder thinks over his inability to connect with his pets and the realization that Scully is, at the very least, attracted to him.

The Scully Dimension

“What if you could travel back in time?” Mulder asked Scully as they drove away from the biomedical research facility. “What would you change?”

Scully rolled her eyes. “Mulder–”

“Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

Synchrony Mulder is horrified that he'd forgotten to factor in Samantha's abduction into his time travel musings.

The Lesser Potato (Ao3)

It was most unlike him to willingly hand a case over to the local authorities before it had been fully concluded; it was, however, what any typical agent would do in this situation. Perhaps Skinner ought to be grateful that Mulder was finally starting to toe the line.

And yet, somehow, he wasn’t. 

Small Potatoes Skinner is unnerved that Mulder's usual British misspellings are absent from his latest report.

Blood and Water

“Mrs. Mulder?” Scully’s throat constricted, and her heart started hammering in her chest. “Is Mul– have you heard from Fox? Is he okay?”

“Well, I was just going to ask you the same question.” Teena’s voice sounded hesitant. “He left a very strange message on my answering machine, telling me I had nothing to apologize for and that we were both victims of– of someone, and that it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to outrun his demons after all.”

AU-- Post Demons Mulder withdraws into himself, collecting DNA off of CSM's cigarettes to answer the paternity question once and for all. The results, however, spiral him further into darkness.

The MSR Files - Chapter 20

“You were never going to take his deal, Mulder.”

“How can you possibly know that? Even I didn’t know that.”

Detour Mulder had fled, scared of Scully's advances; and later admits to almost taking the deal in Redux II.

Scientific Proof

Despite his leaving her behind, Scully had continued to work on his behalf... which he couldn't say about his former partner. Diana had ended up leaving him high and dry with her report full of obfuscation and deception, but Scully on the other hand had managed to uncover some startling revelations.

AU-- The Beginning Scully links DNA from the claw marks to the Erlenmeyer Flask... but the panel refuses to reopen the files, anyway.

Event Horizon

Even as it occurred to her that he must be inside his apartment by now, Mulder's words triggered another flash of memory....

"Your apartment's been redecorated, hasn't it?"

"Wha-- how did you know? Was it you?"

AU-- Dreamland II Scully remembers the excursion first; and Mulder confesses his new favorite color is red.

Mother Knows Best

“I’ve got it.” The woman behind Maggie in line bent down to pick it up and started to hand it to her, then paused as she took a closer look at the name on the card, furrowing her brow. “‘Scully’... you’re not related to Dana Scully, by any chance?”

Pre-Two Fathers Maggie meets Diana while shopping... and runs laps around her.

Eden (co-written with @baronessblixen and @katy-kt-katie)

“She gets to call you Fox, no big deal. But not me—never me.” She paced to her dining room table and smacked it with her hand; the quick shot of pain up her arm felt good; it felt encouraging.

AU-- Post One Son Scully, hurt, picks a fight over Diana's liberties with Mulder. Both crack each other open, apologize, and end each other's doubts rather swiftly.

Savvy as Her

“You owe me,” she insisted. “Dales was right. You wouldn’t have made it through that without me.”

“I might have.” Mulder put up a weak, insincere protest, but quickly gave in. They had both quite literally been through the wringer, and Scully had delivered a baby (for the first time!) with a gun to her head and parasitic worms in the ceiling. She deserved to be pampered after everything she had just been through.

Post Agua Mala Mulder and Scully both reconnect over food and a S2 abduction discussion.

Arcadian Rhythms

"Do you want me to stay?"

Scully's words took an inordinately long time to penetrate the fog of his musings, and even then he wasn't sure he heard her right. Slowly, he blinked and lifted his head to look into her eyes. "You mean, here?"

Arcadia Scully wakes Mulder from a nightmare.

Sweet Kisses (Ao3)

Right then and there he decided to stop messing around, that the risk of heartbreak or humiliation could not possibly outweigh the sheer agony of his life without her in it. To not have her by his side was unthinkable.

So it was that he found himself in a flower shop in Georgetown, looking for something that would convey an unambiguous message when coupled with a night of fine dining and a blanket of stars. 

AU-- Post Milagro Mulder is ready for the next step... and sees Scully on a "date" with another man.

The MSR Files - Chapter 22

“I’ll double your pay, kid,” Mulder yelled back.

“Deal! Wait— aw, man!”

They turned their heads to see a green station wagon in the parking lot, a maybe sixtyish woman with Poorboy’s nose and cheekbones beckoning him with her finger as she honked the horn with her other hand. 

Post The Unnatural Mulder is delighted by Scully's teasing; and both take things to the next level after the Poorboy goes home.

The MSR Files - Chapter 24

No one would listen to him, and he couldn’t seem to stop hearing everyone. He was surrounded by mental noise, and yet all alone.

Scully?

He tried to reach out for her, but caught only a bizarre glimpse of a half-buried ship in the sand, dark and foreboding as the waves crashed over it. The wreckage of alien progenitors, no longer alien to his mind.

The Sixth Extinction Mulder tries desperately to reach Scully's mind.

Hands-On Activities

Mulder was clearly happy to see her, even though they’d just spent less than ten hours apart, but there was a faint undercurrent of tension in his posture.

“Are you okay, Mulder?”

He shook his head slightly as if to clear it. “I’m fine, Scully.”

“It’s just that you didn’t even let me finish my sentence, and you– oh.” A realization hit her, along with a wave of chagrin. “Did you think I was in trouble?”

Post The Goldberg Variation Scully teaches Mulder how to fix his sink.

Some Assembly Required

Scully swatted him playfully with the instruction manual. “Need I remind you that you asked me to help you? You’re not even following the instructions—“

“Because they’re useless, Scully. Look at them! It’s all just pictures!” He stabbed a finger against the page in frustration. 

Post The Goldberg Variation Scully helps Mulder assemble his new bed.

Your Hand Does Something To My Skin (Ao3)

He stepped closer, sliding his arms around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She hummed in quiet contentment, and he felt his heart melt. “Scully…?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Post The Amazing Maleeni Mulder cannot, for the life of him, wheedle Scully's magic trick secrets from her.

Someone to Count On

"How can there possibly be so much of nothing?"

"Nothing?" Mulder continued to tease Scully as their rented Jeep Grand Cherokee sped down a dusty rural highway somewhere in... Scully had forgotten where, so mundane and repetitive was the scenery.... "This is the heartland of America, Scully, where all the hardworking farmers of these United States grow the crops and raise the beef that ends up on our dinner plates.

Post Orison Scully has another panic attack in the car curtesy of Pfaster's song.

The MSR Files - Chapter 27

He couldn’t understand, needed to understand, why his mother had done what she did. She called him, she wanted to explain… but why didn’t she wait? Why didn’t she even leave a note?

He knew what it was like to be overwhelmed by guilt, but he couldn’t help but resent her for making him guess, for not even giving him a reason.

Sein und Zeit Mulder is anguished that Scully gets answers beyond the grave while he never does.

Eight Nights - Chapter 6 (Ao3)

The boy from his dream appeared in his mind’s eye, sitting cross-legged on the floor as he spun the little top around.

Post Closure Mulder finds his childhood dreidel and menorah.

Where A Million Stars Catch Fire (Ao3)

“I’m sorry, Mulder. Is that why people call you Spooky?”

“Technically, this is why they call me Spooky–” Mulder gestured around at the basement office and all its UFO and cryptid-related paraphernalia. “–but my birthday certainly doesn’t help. Whichever of them first realized that October 13th, 1961 was a Friday must’ve had a field day.”

AU-- This Is Not Happening Scully remembers each of Mulder's birthdays while trying to save him on this one.

Love and Strife

“Can you stay?” she mumbled, blinking up at him through groggy eyes. “Make up for… having to cut our evening short.”

Mulder smiled and slid his wrist out of her hand to wrap his fingers around her own. “Sure you don’t want to wait for the pizza man?” he murmured back teasingly.

She rolled her eyes at him as she gave him a sleepy smile. “I would, but… you’ll have to do, I suppose.”

Empedocles Scully casually confirms the baby his Mulder's; then drops off to sleep mid-conversation.

Eight Nights - Chapter 8 (Ao3)

As if sensing his presence, she looked up at him. Her face and eyes were red from crying and the agony of the labor, but she was smiling. “Mulder, come look at him.”

He did, kneeling down beside her as they both gazed in awe at their newborn baby– their son. “Wow,” he whispered.

Existence Mulder followed the light and found his family.

Eight Nights - Chapter 3 (Ao3)

"When have I ever done anything the normal way, Scully?" Mulder set the menorah on the table and tousled William’s hair. "Besides, this is the Starship Enterprise– the Starship Menorahprise, if you will. Its eight-night mission: to boldly celebrate miracles where none have ever been celebrated before."

AU-- S9 Mulder and Scully are celebrating William's first Hanukkah.

Summer Love Doesn't Have to End

“You need me, Mulder, and we need you. You’re not going off half-cocked on your own ever again. I’m gonna make damn sure of that.”

“I’m trying to protect you-”

“Well, stop that!” Scully put her hands on her hips in a familiar gesture of exasperation. “You need protection too, Mulder.”

AU-- Post Existence Scully refuses to let Mulder go into hiding alone.

The MSR Files - Chapter 28

“Fresh oranges here! Get your fresh oranges!” William bounded over to them with all the effusive, exuberant energy only an eleven-year-old boy (who also happened to have Fox Mulder’s blood running through his veins) could exhibit under these conditions.

Scully felt a pang of deep regret at this cruel and unnecessary theft of his childhood, and knew that someday (if there was even gonna be a someday) he would mourn its loss as well. But for now, as far as William Scully-Mulder was concerned, this was all just one grand adventure.

AU-- S9 Mulder, Scully, and William bunker underground with a Colonization resistance group.

A Place Like This

“We can’t hide this forever. He’s going to need to learn how to control his… powers.”

She spoke the last word in much the same way she used to say the word ‘aliens’ or ‘extraterrestrials’, but not for the same reasons. She was less afraid to believe now than she had been in the past, but now there were new things to fear.

Having a baby, especially a miraculous, possibly human-alien hybrid baby, had a way of radically shifting your priorities and preexisting beliefs. It was somehow easier to accept that William possessed psychokinetic abilities than to accept the danger they put him in from those that would do him harm.

AU-- S9 Mulder, Scully, and William go into hiding with TLG's help, raising Will as their own even if they aren't sure of his paternity.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #fic #Collector's Edition #Curate #agent-troi #AgentTroi #CaptainTroi #Happy Belated Birthday Friend~ #xfiles #x-files #the x files #xf fanfic #xf fic

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Topsy Turvy Days in Heartslabyul

Oops, off to a late start with the prompts 😅 Tumblr queue didn’t work as intended, rip

The Queen of Hearts, and her Spirit of Strictness.

Kalim Al-Asim…

… really looks up to his fellow second-year Riddle, so he promised him that he’ll do his best to live up to Heartslabyul’s illustrious legacy! (Both Riddle and Jamil were highly concerned in spite of his words, and they each provided Kalim with their checklists and reminders on what to do and what NOT to do.)

He tries his darnedest to study up on the rules of the Queen of Hearts!! Problem is, memorization’s never been Kalim’s strong suit so he gets all the rules mixed up. What was he supposed to do after a hedgehog sneezes? When does he have to hold tea today? Was it herbal or lemon tea he's meant to have after dinner? (Oh well, he thinks, deciding to just wing it with his best efforts and a big grin on his face. Jamil will be proud of him for trying, right?)

It's clear that Kalim's not the same kind of a leader as Riddle is. He's very lenient with the rules and expectations, both on himself and on others. If anyone's running late or struggling with an assignment, chances are that Kalim's right there with them. He doesn't let that get him down, though! When he notices someone else in trouble, he's the first to extend a hand and a smile (“Hey, I’m late for a really important date too!”), offering to walk with them to class so they can be tardy together, or asking if he can study with them.

Kalim greets his temporary dorm mates Rook and Ruggie with aplomb. “Let’s do our best together, you guys!!” he says, willing to once again fully place his trust in others. Truthfully, he’s heard discouraging things from others about Ruggie and Rook—about how Ruggie’s a thief and how Rook invades people’s privacy—but he doesn’t let those words cloud his own notion of them. He wants to get to know those two himself, then discern their character… because to Kalim, everyone has some good in them, and he intends to find that ray of sunshine and bring it out!

The flamingos and hedgehogs love him, holy crap. Kalim's not exactly proficient in Animal Languages, but he's somehow able to communicate with them by reading their body language and guessing how they're feeling. The flamingos follow him in a conga line-esque formation, while the hedgehogs nestle in his cardigan and other nooks and crannies. There's just something so warm and comforting to them about this friendly newcomer! (Kalim spends his time with them cuddling instead of using them to play croquet.)

Organizing anything? Don't count on it to go smoothly. Kalim's so used to having servants (and, well, mostly Jamil) handle the logistics, he doesn't know what to do on his own! The other Heartslabyul students look to him for guidance, but he tends to be carefree and extravagant about what he thinks would work for an unbirthday party. "Some bright, shiny streamers would look good here and there! How about silk with gold thread and rubies?", and, "Oooh, let's get some music going so make some happy feet! Should we fly in an orchestra?" Ideas pile up in excess for the dorm to execute, and it becomes incoherent and difficult to juggle at times.

Kalim's habit of excess bleeds into other areas as well. He takes his tea strong, and practically clears the Heartslabyul kitchen of its milk and sugar, plus whatever other add-ins he can find in the cabinets. It's not as though he selfishly brews for himself though! Kalim's more than happy to put on a pot of tea and to summon snacks to share with all of his Heartslabyul dormies! He serves them himself, and, as the gracious host, he keeps the conversation and the laughter flowing as he piles their cups high with cube after cube of sugar.

Even though Kalim may not have the planning down, he makes up for it with heart! Sure, the decorations may not match, the music is all over the place, and the food’s overdone (or underdone), but the garden is still filled with happiness as he flits from guest to guest, encouraging them to eat, to drink, to dance, to be merry!! Kalim doesn’t leave anyone unattended to, he wants to see them all have a good time!

“Gahahah! Heartslabyul’s so lively, I can see why Riddle’s so proud of his dorm!! When everyone comes together like this… it reminds me of the banquets we throw in Scarabia, but it’s also different somehow. The atmosphere, the energy!! Maybe it’s just a special kind of chill magic that only Hearyslabyul has! It’s a kind of party that doesn’t need a reason for celebration. We can just celebrate that we’re here today, hanging out with all our precious friends!! There’s no amount of gold or jewels that’s as valuable.”

Rook Hunt...

… is positively brimming with excitement for what this new experience will bring! He made sure to bring his camera and a fresh scrapbook to document every waking moment of his time in Heartslabyul—as well as every waking moment of the lives of his new dorm mates. Fufufu... Why, they won't even notice he's there!

Rook's super into trading his Pomefiore threads for Heartslabyul ones. In fact, he went on a long spiel about fashion being a form of self-expression (nay, ART!!) and how he feels as though he's a great tree shedding its leaves in the autumn and reemerging in the spring with a shiny, spectacular new set of leaves. ("Er... glad you're so fired up about this. Just try to make sure the dorm isn't on fire by the time I'm back, okay?" Trey pleads of his clubmate.) Rook promises—as he slips on his own version of Trey’s fedora, complete with a biiig black feather in place of the clover.

Memorizing the rules is a cinch for him—but even though Rook tends to them as dutifully as Riddle would (Vil would never forgive him if he didn’t), Rook also goes out of his way to lend his assistance when he can, particularly with Kalim. The huntsman is there to gently coax, encourage, and guide his underclassmen… but sometimes he’s just as content observing them fumble or ignore the rules entirely. That, too, is something he finds to be beautiful, in its own clumsy way.

He has no trouble navigating Heartslabyul’s long, twisty hallways. They actually offer a lot of interesting avenues of exploration if one is willing to poke around (which, as you can imagine, Rook indeed does to sate his curiosity). It has made him far more dangerous than it already is, allowing him to quickly move all around the dorm. He sometimes teases his juniors about this, asking “Is it this way? Or perhaps it is that way. Who’s to know, fufufu… Every adventure requires a first step, so why not take it? You may just find yourself pleasantly surprised with what awaits at the end of that path.”

The rose gardens have become his new “hunting grounds”. At any given moment, an unsuspecting Heartslabyul student could be painting the roses, only to startle when they realize that it’s not the green leaves of the hedges they’re staring at, but a pair of keen green eyes in the hedges staring back at them. “Bonjour. Lovely weather we’re having today, wouldn’t you agree?” he’ll ask, emerging from his hiding spot like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Rook’s zest for life cannot be ignored. The Heartslabyul students can’t ignore it, even if they wanted to. His speeches and soliloquies practically reverberate in the corridors, overpowering the various clocks tick-tick-ticking on the grounds. He’ll comment on the smallest thing, finding joy in the flowers that the dorm has worked so hard to cultivate (he actually talks to the flowers like they’re real people) to the energy everyone puts in to have a dazzling show (unbirthday party).It’s annoying at first, but some students come to appreciate the weird morale boost? encouragement.

While there aren’t many fairies, beastmen, or merfolk for Rook to observe (at least not compared to the other dorms), he marvels at the animals that Heartslabyul has raised! Such healthy, happy little creatures! Oh, and how they flock so adoringly to Kalim!! How Ruggie so expertly converses with them!! Rook thanks the Great Seven that he’s able to bear witness to these candid moments.

People swear up and down that the laws of physics somehow bend to Rook’s whims. For some Great Seven forsaken reason, roses seem to follow Rook wherever he goes in Heartslabyul. He’ll appear out of nowhere, and suddenly he’s accompanied by a dramatic gust of wind, sparkling sunshine, and a shower of crimson rose petals. “It literally only happens with him,” Hearslabyul Mob Student A-kun reports to the school newspaper. “I don’t sense any magic when it happens, but he MUST be intentionally fucking with us.”

“The kingdom that Roi des Roses oversees is a beautiful one, brimming with whimsy and blossoms. There is not one second where I do not find myself entranced by its wonders. However, what I find most enchanting about Heartslabyuls is, above all else, the effort with which the Queen and her card soldiers put forth to maintain the beauty we see today. It is thanks to their dedication that we, and many future generations, can enjoy the fruits of their labor. Marvelous, no?”

Ruggi Bucchi...

… breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that he’ll get some time away from being run ragged by Leona. A hyena’s got other things to tend to! He fully intends on taking advantage of his time at Heartslabyul to pack away at anything they might have to offer him!!

He sticks out like a sore thumb in Heartslabyul—his mischievousness and rough-around-the edges personality doesn’t initially mesh well with the more straight-laced and meek, obedient members of the dorm. That’s fine by Ruggie, since he’s aware he’s not here to make friends. It’s just pragmatic overall, and at least everyone has a mutual understanding of it. (Buuut if anyone messes with him, nothing’s stopping him from pulling a little prank or a wallet or two… They’ll never see it comin’—)

Ruggie’s mildly (okay, a lot) salty about having to be in the same dorm as Rook for a while. He does whatever he can to avoid being in the same general vicinity as the huntsman (in spite of Kalim’s efforts to help everyone get along). If they have to be in the same room, you’ll find Ruggie hugging his back to the wall and glaring at Rook from across the room. He knows from experience that if his eyes move off of that guy, Rook will suddenly be centimeters away from him and talking his ear off about something stupid.

He doesn’t care to look at the rules. If he gets caught red-handed, so what? He’ll find a way to cleverly smooth talk or sneak his way out of suffering the repercussions. It’s debatable whether those same excuses would work on Riddle, but they’re at least effective with Kalim (who expresses nothing but empathy for Ruggie and immediately lets him off the hook). “Nishishishishi! It’s true what they say, there’s a sucker born every minute.”

Screw the rules, Ruggie has money (… making to do. He has money making to do)! It starts with offering his services to fill in for the busy Heartslabyul students’ chores! There’s a lot of them who would rather goof off or focus on other work, so he ends up turning a considerable profit doing their part of unbirthday party prep for a premium. (Since all the work is concentrated in one area, it’s very time efficient too!)

While Ruggie’s mostly looking out for himself, that doesn’t mean he offers nothing to Heartslabyul. He has a lot of knowledge that ends up being of use to the dorm, from new unbirthday party recipes using ingredients freshly sources from the gardens to new ways to reuse or to repurpose common everyday items. “It’s like that DIY and life hack stuff Cater-san goes on about, ‘cept unlike him I had to learn all this stuff myself, not on Magicam,” as Ruggie describes it.

As an expert in Animal Languages, he's the first person the Heartslabyul students go to when they need help handling their hedgehogs and flamingos! Ruggie grumbles about lending his help for free at first, but he very quickly turns around and starts cozying up to the animals. (It later becomes very apparent why; some Heartslabyul students found him picking up eggs in the flamingo hutches with a sheepish grin.)

Speaking of food, there’s tons of good (and free!!) eats in the Heartslabyul gardens! You might catch Ruggie there picking up whatever looks edible and tossing them into a basket. (Admittedly, it has led to just many stomachaches and weird trips as it has to satisfyingly drowsy food comas, but it hasn’t stopped him from going back for more.) He also brings plastic containers to unbirthday parties to shovel uneaten food in for later. If there’s leftover tea bags or leaves (either is fine, he’s not picky), he’ll also save those to reuse.

“I used to think Heartslabyul would really cramp my style with all of its rules. They make no sense, no matter how you think about it!! But it’s actually not so bad here. Actually, it’s kinda cozy. Nice vibes, plenty of food and sweet, consistent stream of money… I don’t wanna be anywhere near that weirdo that’s always after my tail if I can help it, but for the most part… Nishishishi, I guess I could get used to livin’ this lifestyle!”

#Rook Hunt #Ruggie Bucchi #Kalim Al-Asim #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst anni #twisted wonderland anniversary #topsy turvy days #curiouser and curiouser #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anni #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Jamil Viper #Vil Schoenheit #Scarabia #Leona Kingscholar #Riddle Rosehearts #Trey Clover #Cater Diamond

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today - March 5th, 1976

Eddie Howell "The Man From Manhattan" 7" single released

Freddie Mercury: producer/piano/bvs

Brian May: guitar

Excerpts from an interview

Jacky Gunn-Smith - Official International Queen Fan Club

Eddie Howell’s ‘Man From Manhattan‘ is one of the best known and best loved of all Queen’s collaborations.

Recorded in mid January 1976 at Sarm East Studios in London, the song was produced by Freddie Mercury, who also played piano and sang backing vocals on the track and featured Brian May on guitar. The record is so reminiscent of “A Night At The Opera” in both instrumentation and mood, that many fans regard it as virtually an “Opera” out-take. When it was launched as a single on Warner Bros records in 1976, it became a turntable hit in the UK and looked set to chart until music industry bureaucracy halted it in it’s tracks.

Birmingham born Eddie Howell began his professional career in the late 60’s, when Chrysalis music picked up on his songwriting demos and introduced him to an independent record producer, who in turn licensed his first single “Easy Street”, as a one-off deal to Parlophone in 1969.

Working as a songwriter throughout the early 70’s, Eddie’s next venture into recording came in 1975 when he signed to Warner Bros records as an artist. thursdaysHe released two singles, “Long Story” and “Can’t get over you”, and his debut LP “The Eddie Howell Gramophone Record”, which featured members of “Brand X” and guitarist Gary Moore.

The album was launched at a promotional gig at Thursday’s club in Kensington. Eddie’s band included Phil Collins on congas, Jack Lancaster on saxophone and Robin Lumley on keyboards. Explains Eddie, ”In the audience that night was Freddie Mercury who had been brought along to the gig by my manager David Minns. It was there that he first heard “Man From Manhattan”, which was a newly written song included in the set. After the gig we met and he was very complimentary about the song and offered to produce it. I remember we all went down to ‘The Elephant on the River’ to celebrate”.

Enthused by the prospect of his first foray into production, Freddie wasted little time in getting started. ”I gave him a two track guitar/vocal demo of the song” recalls Eddie, ”and a couple of days later he called and said let’s get going. Studio time was booked at Sarm East Studios and true to form, Freddie quickly took control of the sessions; ”He did lots of pre-production work on the song’s structure and the harmony arrangements”, reveals Ed. ” He had a mini cassette recorder loaded with ideas for the track, backing vocals and answering phrases”.

”We took a week to record the song”, remembers Eddie, ”which was a long time in those days, but because of Freddie’s involvement, Warners gave us a blank cheque. The sessions were quite intense, there was never a lull. Brian came in to play hismikestone2 guitar parts and the musical rapport between him and Freddie was plain to see, they were on the same page. One day, a hand-held spinning bell-cymbal in the key of ‘D’ was required by Freddie for one ping at the end of the track and the studio didn’t have one, so a runner was dispatched to scour the streets of London in search of one. The session was adjourned for half a day while we waited down at the Shazam Indian restaurant in Brick Lane for the bell to arrive. It eventually arrived and took about a minute to record, it must have been the most expensive ping ever recorded”.

On the final day of recording, a trio of Warner Bros top brass flew in from California and made a beeline for Sarm East studios to meet Freddie. Recalls Eddie, ”They probably thought the red carpet would be rolled out as they were paying for the recording sessions, but instead they were kept waiting in reception for about four hours. When they were eventually granted an audience, the charm offensive was full onlongstory3 and it was all smiles and bonhomie. At the end of the session, after the final playback, Freddie turned to me and said, ‘If this isn’t a hit, sue Warner Bros ‘ ”.

The finished article obviously had a heavy Queen influence with the presence of Freddie and Brian on the track, but ”Man from Manhattan” was far from a tribute to Queen. ”I wrote the song after my first trip to Manhattan in late 74”, reveals Eddie, ”I was reading ‘The Godfather Papers’ by Mario Puzo and the song was about those mafia characters who lead a double life. Musically, I had ‘Dead End Street’, by the Kinks in mind, complete with trombones and a walking double-bass”.

Prior to the ban, ”Manhattan” made top 50 in the UK, top 20 in Australia, Belgium and South Africa and top 5 in Holland, but sadly, as a consequence of the ban, it was never released in America or many of the world’s other major territories.

When it was issued as a single in 1976, Warner’s publicity department played up the Queen connection as much as they could, and “Manhattan” rapidly became a turntable hit in the UK. The record received heavy rotation on the airwaves – particularly in Europe where it became a big hit. Then, just when it looked set to climb the charts in the UK, the Musicians Union mysteriously discovered that Jerome Rimson, the American bassist hired by Freddie for the sessions, had been working in Britain without a permit. This obliged them to place a ban on any and all further UK media exposure due to his ‘Illegally’ recorded playing. A decision which effectively killed off the record.

Having recently regained the rights to his back catalogue recorded during his time with the label, Eddie is now releasing the tracks digitally. ”Man from Manhattan” is first up, more to follow…

(source: https://manfrommanhattan.wordpress.com/)

📸 Pic: Freddie Mercury and Eddie Howell in control room

#man fron manhattan #eddie howell #1975 #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #london #queen band #freddie mercury #roger taylor

[hooked-on-elvis]

"(Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame" (1961) 📀

Written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, the song was first recorded by Del Shannon and released in his album 'Runaway with Del Shannon' (June 1961).

About the same time the song was released by Shannon, Elvis was recording his version during a studio session for RCA on June 25, 1961, on RCA’s Studio B in Nashville.

Del Shannon's recording (released on June 1961):

Elvis' version (released on August 1961)

Elvis released the song as a single on August 8, 1961, with 'Little Sister' as its B-side. The single sold millions of copies, peaked No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 2 on the Easy Listening chart. It also peaked No. 1 in the UK charts (4-weeks-stay).

ABOUT THE STUDIO SESSION:

The recording of “(Marie’s The Name Of) His Latest Flame” was like a party. “It’s a good song. I like it,” Elvis ventured, “even if it takes us thirty-two hours.” Taping started with what was still a rehearsal, an almost acoustic rundown with Buddy on congas and Boots on shakers chugging out the Bo Diddley beat Mort Shuman had given the song. Take three added the sound of a shoebox, and Elvis’s voice melted every lyrical line into pure vocal delight. Slowly the sound grew more forceful as they continued: On take four Hank Garland shifted to tic-tac bass, while Jordanaire Neal Matthews took over on guitar and Buddy Harman left the congas to return to the drums. “I need to hear it the whole way through,” he said when Elvis said he had skipped a beat, “to get the [drum] pattern.” Every variation was tried: Floyd Cramer took a stab at the organ, Hank Garland toned down the tic-tac. In the middle of the night they stopped and put in a call to Mort Shuman: How had he gotten the piano sound on the demo? Each take brought the song from a charming campfire singalong closer and closer to a fully realized pop record. When Shuman heard the finished product, he noticed not only the different piano sound but the curious intro—just three bars long, one shorter than any conventional arrangement would have suggested. The same thing had occurred on “Surrender”; whether it was intentional cleverness or just Elvis’s impatience, it gave the song a fresh, surprising kickoff. — Except from 'ELVIS PRESLEY: A LIFE IN MUSIC' by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick.

The first time the song was released in one of Elvis Presley's LPs would be on "Elvis’ Golden Records, Volume 3" (August 1963), album in which 'Little Sister' also was released on.

OTHER VERSIONS:

The Smiths released a medley of the song with Rusholme Ruffians as a live track on the 1988 album 'Rank'.

Elvis really turned this track into something else.

Let's not forget 'Little Sister' now. The song was recorded during the same studio session as '(Marie's The Name) His Latest Flame' (June 25, 1961) - it was recorded just after it, actually.

Elvis' live performances of this track throughout his 70s era concerts are amazing (I don't know about you, I just can't sing this song without the 'Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged' part tho).

1970

1977

#elvis presley #top ten hits #del shannon #the smiths #morrissey #the beatles #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #50s elvis #elvis music #Youtube

[daze4all]

Childe/Reader- Dance Off Battle Boss Fight

ilustración de @itslopez ( Link below)

Childe- Salsa ( For the Tortilla chip that is Tartaglia/Childe)

Gloria Estefan - Conga | Salsa Dancing 

Traveler!Reader can be read as Aether/Lumine x Childe.

 Shall We Dance Series: Dance off Battle with Childe instead of Weekly Boss Fight

 Childe: A Letter to Snezhnaya (Letter From Ajax) 

Synopsis: Honestly you were tired you had just fought ruin guards to farm for your favorite characters and honestly needed a break from the weekly bosses. So, you decided to bargain with probably the only one willing to listen of the bosses: Childe and instead requested a dance- off.

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“Hey Girlie, how are you holding up?” Childe asked as you entered the domain.

“No so good, I’ve been farming ruin guards and collecting starlumine all day in Fontaine. I’m beat, can have spar of a different sort this time?”

Oh, like what? I hate to be cheated out of good fight. Unless you’d like to surrender before we start. I’d be gentle comrade.

“How about instead a dance battle” you suggested sheathing your weapon of choice.

“Oh, you are on comrade!” The glint of challenge in his eyes as adrenaline course through both your bodies. This might have been more of tiring idea than fighting…

He brings you in a lively dance where at times holding hand sloping around the dance floor or separating to do your own jig snapping out moves in time with each other.

Smiles on both your faces as you both enjoy the thrill and fun of dancing the salsa together.

Each of you taking turns to do overhead twirls and twirling into each other’s, arms at times. Hips gyrating as you both sometimes pull-out dramatic ass moves as you bop your head to the beat only you two can hear aka boss music.

A twirl in his arms and a dip ends the performance with you in his arms faces close together.

“So, did I win?” Panting you ask holding back. Blush at how close you were as he pulls you up to face each other smiling and sweating.

“Well, we are still standing, so Comrade, care to dance again?” Childe said with a smirk and a wink.

“You are on!” you challenge with an answering smile.

May Have a part 2 Tartaglia & Tango

So with Child having a lot themes and 3 aspects to his personality I could see him doing a different dance for each one but stuck for one this time just for his boss fight but only worte for For example, Ajax- Samba, Childe- Salsa, Tartaglia-Tango

@Betina_Mascenon

#Genshin Series shall we dance #genshin impact #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin childe #genshin tartagalia #childe genshin impact #lumine #childe x reader #childe x lumine #childe x y/n #childe tartagalia #genshin #genshin impact tartaglia #tartaglia #genshin ajax #genshin imagines #genshin x reader

[tf2-thevictorandthewarden]

the mercs dancing headcanons

🕺Group headcanons: they LOVE moshpits. come on. they get crazy on those. |🕺| Scout set up Just Dance one day and most of their initial reactions was negative because toxic masculinity, but they VERY quickly got into it and now it's a monthly contest. whoever wins holds the month's greatest dancer title (probably has a goofy ridiculous name that they take pride on having). |💃| they argue over music choice sometimes, but they can all agree on disco.

⚾Scout: this guy has a lot of energy. he dances at least once at every party/event with music. sometimes he dances to silence. he's the kinda goof to jam to random beats like the laundry or the microwave or someone's phone ringing. he dances pretty hip hop (my headcanons aren't very historically sensitive, but techhhnically hip hop is around the tf2 timeline) and knows a lot of different moves. he's very hype to watch. he has a big smile on his face while he dances but often makes chad faces and flexes because it gets to his head. if a hispanic song comes on he pretends to know how to salsa that shit up perfectly, but if you look past his annoying ego, he's not actually half bad at it. lots of footwork. dances to all music that has a beat fast enough to keep him engaged.

🦝Soldier: he? moves in a way that can be considered dancing?? LOL they aren't dance moves per se, but he does grin and "yayyy" and clap and bounce. he copies others' dance moves. he loves gimicky easy dances. he ALWAYS joins the others when they invent some gimicky dance move like "the grave digger": someone laying and two shoveling dirt on him. "car wash": one is a car and others are the spinning columns lol. likes "being told" what dance moves to do basically.

💣Demo: if sober, he mostly throws himself on the dancefloor if somebody else is already there. wait lol in what circumstance would Demo be sober at a party lol. if not he is more goofy and forward. the most creative with the gimmick dances. his dance moves aren't very precise he's mostly just moving with the flow, and having lots of fun. gets goofy a lot, jokes around a lot and makes everyone laugh. very fun guy to party with. he and Scout mostly make others feel more comfortable getting loose. usual drink in hand dancer. moves his pelvis a lot lol he has no shame with his crotch. folk music gets him HYPE. cheers and yells and rough houses. dances to a good 70% of the music. mostly dad music.

🩸Medic: omg he is just- so dorky in such an endearing way. my man moves like a quirky puppet. he dances both in feminine and masculine ways. your girlfriend can't do that /lh /j. it isn't extremely energetic. if particularly hype/drunk/celebratory tho, he VOGUES the house down boots, come on. drink in hand dancer. honestly he fantasizes about doing drag shows and one day that he has time he just might. omg he likes slow dancing! he dances to upbeat songs, or romantic songs with Heavy.

🐻Heavy: he dances more than you'd think. it's not the primary thing he does at a party but he does enjoy shaking it off a little. pretty chill dance moves, very much like a dad. there is a secret unwritten rule that Heavy must give foot to starting a Kazotsky Kick. if another merc wants to start it, they always look toward Heavy grinnning until he starts and they all follow. a Kazotsky Kick starting is always a hype event, same with a conga.

🎯Sniper: dances lankily. lmao. he NEVER danced when first meeting the group. EVER. he would anchor himself on the seat and no pushing or teasing from Scout move him. "i just don't. dance." took him a very long time to warm up, veeery slowly started moving more and more. it is rare to see, but when he does join he has a good time. doesn't last long either. he just prefers sitting and watching and chatting :) if he is under certain influences tho he has MUCH less shame and gets more creative. probably has a couple instances he danced in the forest or a campfire night in this way. he really likes the gimick dances he laughs a lot at them. dad rock and glam rock and funk. oh he exclusively dances to songs that match his energy very specifically. (autism)

#sorry for engie and spy enjoyers they are characters i dont think about much for my own reasons #gadamn now its time to tag everything.. #will add more headcanons as i come up with them #headcanons #tf2 headcanons #tf2 #tf2 heavy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #tf2 demo #omg i also forgot pyro #sorry i dont think of pyro often! #love them sm just dont fit in my scenarios much #dancing #music #mine #txt