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ssavinggrace · 26 days

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welcome to the void

—𖤐 hey! my names are thalia/tori/cyrus/piper/billie/cobain/sera and my pronouns are they/she, and welcome to my blogㅤᵕ̈

—𖤐I'm an arospec lesbian - im also currently in a relationship

—𖤐 requests for things (such as fics you'd like to see me write or charecters you'd like me to draw) are currently open! feel free to drop any requests, comments, etc. in the ask box!

—𖤐i typically write for pjo- my works are typically angst or some fluff. please read tags! my art and writing blog is @thedead-poetssociety

—𖤐@punkassthalia is my rp blog

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—hyperfixations: riordanverse, heartstopper(tv show), across the spider verse, greek mytholgy, brooklyn nine nine, hazbin hotel, young sheldon, do revenge, riverdale, arcane

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painalotwww · 2 months

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Eminem is the best human in the world to be called WIFE, calling Eminem wife is an attitude, a sentiment, a culture, is noble, great, forward-looking. Wife is not a address, wife is his first name, middle name and last name, it's an image, it's a belief.

He is the true bottom,the definition of bottom, the lord of bottom, the god of bottom, the specimen of bottom, the flag of bottom, the ruler of bottom, the destroyer of bottom, the legend of bottom, the power of bottom, the authority of bottom, the only emperor of bottom.

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marirph-arch · 2 years

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FROM THE DISCORD SERVER SENTENCE STARTERS. ♡ *

taken straight from me and my friends’ personal discord server! change any pronouns to your own liking! ^____^ warning for violence, death, murder, sexual themes, nsfw themes, and drug mentions.

did you just recite that from memory?

the white woman isn’t included.

can you lie?

you must feel so clever.

with the amount of times they say nobody in this game, you could make a mitski song out of it.

sugar daddy left me a present.

you didn’t get any of that, huh?

i’m trying my best.

i am making you the therapy friend.

my family knows how to handle the mary jane.

how am i supposed to act normal in public?

did someone say the door to darkness?

i gotta get out more.

you never heard [name] speak?

why do you want the stupid fucking rat so bad?!

his marriage failed.

that was his own fault.

it’s driving me insane.

i literally said this is some godzilla shit!

can you not expose my stupidity?

fuck off, i’m listening to the [name] soundtrack.

this is the most homophobic outcome!

let me explain.

i know there’s a tech person in here and i hope you are looking down on me in shame.

of course it’s fucking [name.]

can you die?

i’m joining even if you guys don’t want me.

kill yourself! i mean that one hundred percent! a thousand percent!

i think we got the right energy.

you are my boyfriend now.

that’s probably not a good idea.

italians were so right.

don’t say those words ever again.

that implies you’ve heard him moan before?

you live another day because of my good graces.

so that was a fucking lie.

why am i the scapegoat?

die then.

it’s just like eminem said.

i like beating people to death more.

i’m psychoanalyzing you.

he gives me hives.

the both of you make me sick.

l plus ratio plus you’re gay.

that’s why you gotta become the bitches you wanna see in the world.

you want me to leave that badly?

let me get undressed.

would be a thrill for [name] considering how much they like feet.

this is the most action the french have had in decades.

how do you fold that easily?

if it’s so good, why’s it called a blowjob, not a suckjob?

he could fix me. i could bottom for him.

i can’t let him go.

let me mansplain.

where does america go to die?

tell me where the fuck [location] is on the map.

he’s gonna sleep with my mom.

you are evil and you need to be destroyed.

i’ll pay you to stop calling him babygirl.

i am never going to mentally recover from this.

i think they’re just jealous.

fuck 12, but like, fuck 12 am i right?

she’s still ugly, though.

men with glasses make my knees tremble.

hey, shitheads!

congratulations on your drip! you’re dripping sweat!

you don’t even know how to swim.

damn, that sucks. anyways, i’m going to meet up with your wife.

shut up! get out of my head!

i have bad news for you.

that’s tough talk from someone who needs floaties to go into water.

can you stop bringing up french people?

i’m a communist.

of course you have blue hair and pronouns.

stop disrespecting my workers. you’re getting blood on my floor.

he may not be his father but he could be the father to mine.

my grandma’s dead.

have you heard?

aw, you do care!

can [name] hurry their naked little ass up?

he has a minecraft torch in hand.

dominos is so good. i wish italians were real.

my fists are my power.

i’m so good at spelling.

are you actually serious?

when have i ever ghosted you?

i wasn’t thinking about him.

mm. i love asmr.

get your little ass in the bath.

you’ll never believe who i just killed.

look, he’s a vampire. you love that shit.

this is the worst high of my life.

don’t offer me your crumbs in an attempt to appease me.

i smell weed.

who is smoking outside my window?

please, god. just give me one good day.

i hope i am not just a mom friend to you, but also a milf.

i thought heterochromia was just another word for straight people.

is the [name] fucker going to talk to me about bad people?

that’s what i thought.

i got fucking news for you!

#MINE. *#rp prompt #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp sentence memes

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entireoranges · 1 year

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Fictional DWTS All Star (week 9)

Theme: A Night At The Movies. Concept: Couples dance to iconic songs from movies. Done in chronological order.

Refresher just in case.

Here we go!

Couple: Johnny Weir with Daniella. Style: Contemporary. Song: Over The Rainbow. Judy Garland. Score: 40. Total: 10-10-10-10.

Couple: Milo Manheim with Emma. Style: Foxtrot. Song: Singin’ In The Rain. Gene Kelly. Score: 38. Total: 10-9-10-9.

Couple: Jodie Sweetin with Val. Style: Jazz. Song: Pure Imagination. Gene Wilder. Score: 39. Total: 10-10-9-10.

Couple: James Hinchcliffe with Lindsay. Style: Cha Cha. Song: The Power Of Love. Huey Lewis And The News. Score: 38. Total: 10-8-10-10.

Couple: Carlos PenaVega with Jenna. Style: Rumba. Song: My Heart Will Go On. Celine Dion. Score: 36. Total: 9-9-9-9.

Couple: Jojo Siwa with Sharna. Style: Hip Hop. Song: Lose Yourself. Eminem. Score: 39. Total: 10-9-10-10.

Couple: Mirai Nagasu with Mark. Style: Viennese Waltz. Song: Shallow. Lady Gaga. Bradley Cooper. Score: 37. Total: 10-9-8-10.

Dance Off.

The couple with the highest score at the end of Round 1 received 5 points and immunity from the dance off which was Johnny Weir and Daniella. Note if had been a tie the couple with the highest average overall would have received it.

Remaining couples compete in a dance off with the winner receiving 5 points. The couples had to learn and prepare for all three styles because they didn’t know until a few minutes before the dance off which style or their competition would be.

Dance Off 1.

Teams: Milo vs. JoJo. Style: Salsa. Song: I’ve Had The Time Of My Life. Bill Medley. Jennifer Warnes. Winner: JoJo Siwa.

Dance Off 2.

Teams: Jodie vs. James. Style: Rumba. Song: I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing. Aerosmith. Winner: Jodie Sweetin.

Dance Off 3.

Teams: Mirai vs. Carlos. Style: Cha Cha. Song: 9 To 5. Dolly Parton. Winner: Carlos PenaVega.

Top Of The Leaderboard. Johnny Weir with Daniella. 45. Jodie Sweetin with Val. 44. JoJo Siwa with Sharna. 44.

Bottom Three. Mirai Nagasu with Mark. Carlos PenaVega with Jenna. James Hinchcliffe with Lindsay. Judge’s Saves. Carrie Anne saved James. Derek saved James. Bruno saved Carlos. Len saved Carlos.

Eliminated Mirai Nagasu with Mark (automtically) and James Hinchcliffe with Lindsay.

#fictional dwts all stars

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sciencestyled · 3 months

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Science and Art: The Looney-Tunes-Do-a-TED-Talk Extravaganza!

Alright, buckle up, buttercups! We're diving headfirst into the wacky, wonky world of 'The Psychology of Art Appreciation in Science Education' – or as I like to call it, "When Brainy Meets Artsy: The Odd Couple's Guide to Making Science Sparkle." So, let's crack this nut like a squirrel on double espresso!

Picture this: a science class, but instead of yawning through another yada-yada about mitochondria, you've got Van Gogh's 'Starry Night' spinning above your head, and Newton's apple zipping around like it's in a game of Angry Birds. Welcome to the art-ified science class, where neurons fire up like it's the Fourth of July!

First off, let's talk about the Mona Lisa of our story: 'Art'. Art in science is like putting ketchup on fries – it just makes everything better. Why? Because our brains love a good visual feast. Think about it; you're more likely to remember the 'Mona Lisa' than the formula of sodium chloride. No offense, NaCl.

When art waltzes (whoops, not that word!) into science class, it's like a DJ dropping the bass in a library. Suddenly, the Periodic Table is rapping Eminem-style, and the laws of physics are doing the Harlem Shake. We're talking about turning those snooze-fest scientific diagrams into comic book heroes, faster than you can say "Avengers, assemble!"

Now, let's add a sprinkle of psychology – because, why not? Art stimulates the brain's reward center, like finding an extra fry at the bottom of the bag. It's all about emotional engagement. When students see Picasso's abstract shapes shaking hands with Pythagorean theorem, it's not just learning; it's a brain party!

Art also gives science a storyline, turning a bland textbook into a Netflix binge-worthy series. Imagine learning about gravity through the Star Wars lens – 'May the Force be with you,' and all that jazz. It's like Yoda teaching physics – confusing but utterly mesmerizing.

Let's get real for a moment. We've all sat through classes that felt longer than a Marvel movie marathon. But when art enters the chat, it's like swapping a lecture for a TikTok trend – short, snappy, and oddly satisfying. Art becomes the meme lord of science education, turning complex theories into viral sensations. Newton's laws? More like Newton's LOLs.

And can we talk about the ultimate power couple – Art and Memory? These two go together like Batman and Robin, solving the riddles of forgetfulness. Artsy visuals make science stick in our brains like gum on a shoe. Before you know it, you're dreaming of DNA strands in technicolor.

Now, onto the pièce de résistance: creativity. Art in science doesn’t just open doors; it breaks them down like the Kool-Aid Man. Boom! Suddenly, students are thinking outside the box, inside the box, and creating new boxes. They're not just learning science; they're remixing it, DJ-style.

But wait, there's more! Art doesn't just add color to science; it adds perspective. It's like wearing 3D glasses in a flat world. Students start seeing the magic in the mundane, the epic in the everyday. A leaf isn't just a leaf; it's a green solar panel powering the tree – how cool is that?

Let's not forget about emotional intelligence – the secret sauce in this science-art burger. When students connect emotionally with what they're learning, it's like adding WiFi to their brains. They're not just processing information; they're feeling it. Science becomes more than facts; it becomes stories, experiences, and, dare I say, adventures.

And for the grand finale – the ultimate brain twist! Art in science education isn't just about making learning fun; it's about shaping future Einsteins who think like Picassos. We're not just teaching science; we're inspiring the next generation of creative geniuses who'll solve mysteries like Sherlock with the flair of a Broadway star.

In conclusion, the psychology of art appreciation in science education is like a rollercoaster designed by Salvador Dali – unexpected, a little bizarre, but totally exhilarating. So, let's splash some color onto the canvas of science education and watch as our brains do the Macarena in response. Because, at the end of the day, science and art aren't just subjects; they're the dynamic duo of education, ready to take on the world one zany, meme-tastic moment at a time!

#science #science education #education #science art #art

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aajjks · 8 months

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''Some blinks are immature''

you're right let me tell you something blink for the most part DON'T CARE ABOUT MUSIC, the last album I saw a lot of tweets from blink saying I hate it, or that it seemed like a discard of the last album they don't have lyrical power, nor are they rappers because they don't write raps do you think eminem will praise lisa? or jennie OBVIOUSLY NOT rappers don't see them as rappers! i feel sad because they are not interested in music production they just sit and get everything ready so the songs seem like they were made to go viral on tiktok or have no power behind it Rose has already said that she is afraid to write music alone, she ends up writing only a few verses blinks only care about looks because they started a war when new jeans started collaborating with brands saying they ''paved the way'' it's ridiculous how they make a lion out of a cat they want to throw mud at bts because they know they can't compete it's no use, bts has already established itself worldwide only positive things karma is army

bts are self made, they started from the bottom, they had a small powerless company behind them, it tells a lot, bts is the reason big hit is the no1 music company in the world and sk, yg was already a big name when bp debuted, yg is the reason blackpink gets brand endorsements, yg has paved the way for bp.

#asks

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influencermagazineuk · 8 months

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Top Gangster Quotes to Elevate Your Persona: Embrace the Power

In the world of pop culture, gangster quotes have transcended their origins to become iconic expressions of confidence, strength, and attitude. These quotes resonate not only with those who admire gangster figures but also with anyone seeking to exude a bold and assertive personality. From movies to real-life stories, here are some top gangster quotes that can add a touch of edge and flair to your character. "I'm not a businessman; I'm a business, man!" - Jay-Z "I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees." - Emiliano Zapata "I fear no man, no beast or evil, brother." - Tupac Shakur "In this life, you either get down or you lay down. There ain't no in-between." - Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson "I came from the bottom, so I know what it's like to have nothing. That's why I grind so hard." - Rick Ross "I'm not trying to be better than anyone; I'm just trying to be better than the person I was yesterday." - Jay-Z "I'm the king of the world!" - James Cagney in "White Heat" "The world is yours." - Al Pacino in "Scarface" "You can't buy me, and you can't bully me. You can't even fucking scare me. What makes you think you can do me?" - Charlie Hunnam in "Sons of Anarchy" "I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not." - Kurt Cobain "It ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward." - Sylvester Stallone in "Rocky Balboa" "Do or do not, there is no try." - Yoda "I've been rich, and I've been poor. Believe me, rich is better." - Mae West "Say hello to my little friend!" - Al Pacino in "Scarface" "I don't trust words; I trust actions." - Unknown "Power is not given to you. You have to take it." - Beyoncé "It's not about how much you have; it's what you make of what you have." - Unknown "I don't care what you think of me. Unless you think I'm awesome. In that case, you're right." - Unknown "My style is unique; don't copy it." - Unknown "Success is my only option, failure's not." - Eminem These gangster quotes aren't just about embracing a rebellious or ruthless persona; they also reflect the determination, courage, and resilience required to navigate life's challenges. Incorporating these quotes into your mindset can inspire you to stand strong, pursue your goals unapologetically, and exude an unshakable confidence that defines a true gangster spirit. Whether you're in a boardroom or a social setting, channeling these quotes can undoubtedly elevate your personality and leave a lasting impression. Read the full article

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thoughtsbehindleslie · 1 year

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My Musical Theme

Motivation is the topic I chose to write about. I selected the theme motivation because there are various motivational songs available and music has helped many people deal with their emotions. For example, whenever I hear a song that I find motivating, I find myself in a good mood and I feel that I can achieve my goals. Eye of the Tiger is one of the six songs I chose to write about. Eye of the Tiger is a hard rock song written by Survivor in 1982. This song, in my opinion, is one of the most motivating songs out there because it not only is a catchy song but expresses that you should never giving up. To this day plenty of people listen to Eye of the Tiger and feel motivated to go out and never stop fighting. Don't Stop Believin' by Journey is the second song I selected. This song is in the Rock genre and was published in 1981. This song acts as a reminder of why people began to start a new journey. This song reminds people of their goal and motivates them. It is an upbeat song and encourages people to keep going even when things get rough. This next song, I think, is similar to Don't Stop Believin'. Drake's popular hip-hop single "Started from the Bottom" was released in 2013. It relates to the subject because it spreads the message that everyone must start at the bottom and work their way up. This song's vibe is upbeat and motivating, and it inspires people to keep moving. Not Afraid by Eminem the song was released in 2010 under the genre hip-hop. People may believe they are alone, but there are plenty of people around them who will try to help those. This song shows us the importance of walking together and standing up for what we believe in. It symbolizes the meaning of self-discovery and demonstrates that change is possible. Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell released Ain't No Mountain High Enough in 1967. Many people believe that they can never achieve the impossible and that it will be difficult, so they need some motivation to show how powerful they truly are, and this song is one of those songs that motivates you to achieve the unthinkable and encourages you to keep pushing. The melody behind the lyrics is smooth, but it has a 60s vibe to it. The last song that I feel I motivational comes for the movie The Karate Kid (2010). Never Say Never by Justin Bieber is a great song to play for others because it encourages them to pursue their dreams because they may come true sooner or later. In the movie The Karate Kid, where you can hear the song playing, a kid tries his hardest to get better at karate despite all of these people putting him down. He stayed strong and eventually became one of the best. All of these songs serve a purpose to keep pushing because life will take a turn for the better if you keep pushing for your goals and bring a sense of joy when listening.

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hoetachi · 3 years

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Songs that reminds me of the JJBA villains

DIO

‣ Oh Ana by Mother Mother

⤑ Only if i found that edit of him to that song then yall would understand how much that song EMBODIES him

‣ Power by Kanye West

⤑ kanye 🤝 dio = both believing their gods

‣ you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish

⤑ once again, power hungry vampire man thinks he’s god

‣ Roman’s Revenge by Nicki Minaj ft. Eminem

‣ Candy Shop by 50 cent

⤑ he’s seductive 🤷🏾‍♀️

KARS

‣ No Church in the Wild by Jay-z & Kanye West ft. Frank Ocean

⤑ “Whats a King to a God?” shall i continue???

‣ Flashing Lights by Kanye West

‣ Space Cadet by Metro Boomin ft. Gunna

⤑ get it? cuz he’s in space

‣ Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado

‣ Streets by Doja Cat

KIRA

‣ She by Tyler, the creator ft. Frank Ocean

⤑ Tyler & frank singing about being a stalker 🤝 Kira being an actual creep about hands

‣ Stuff is Way by They Might Be Giants

⤑ it matches his aura quite a lot

‣ my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

⤑ H A N D S

DIAVOLO | DOPPIO

‣ Deep End by Foushee

‣ idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

‣ Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez

‣ Guap (LaLaLa) by Rico Nasty

PUCCI

‣ GUMMY by BROCKHAMPTON

⤑ “King of the niggas, i need a crown made of thorns. God said “let there be light” on the day i was born” very fitting for a priest

‣ Bottom Bitch by Doja Cat

⤑ ask DIO 🙂

‣ Greek Tragedy by The Wombats

‣ Chanel by Frank Ocean

‣ Karma by Summer Walker

DIEGO

‣ Are You That Somebody? by Aaliyah

‣ Rodeo by Lil Nas X & Cardi B

⤑ i saw cowboys and my brain went blank

‣ Desperado by Rihanna

‣ Savage by Megan Thee Stallion

‣ Monster by Kanye West ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver

FUNNY

‣ Goodnight Gotham by Rihanna

⤑ it gives off ‘evil behind closed doors but seen as a hero public’ vibes

‣ ROYL by Chloe x Halle

‣ EARFQUAKE by Tyler, the creator

reblogs are greatly appreciated <3.

#blkradio #jjba #jjba villains #jjba part 4 #jjba part 3 #jjba part 5 #jjba part 6 #jjba part 7 #funny valentine #enrico pucci #DIO #kars #yoshikage kira #diego brando #jjba hc

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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picnic bitch

warnings: crude language duh, suggestive (not explicit) content, an eminem reference

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

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A/N: a continuation of a detail from my boyfriend!sapnap head canon :D

The breeze wafts across your face, moving a lock of hair to tickle on your cheek. You swat a hand up at your cheek and furrow your brows.

The weather today has been fairly pleasant and not too sweltering, thank God. The park is busy this time of afternoon, but you both snagged a spot underneath a huge tree in the southwest corner of the field.

“Pass me a strawberry, please, baby,” he mumbles from above you. You glance up at him, one eye squinted, and reach for the container of strawberries. “Feed me.” He smirks and drops his mouth open, tongue out. You just roll your eyes and place a berry into his mouth, careful to not get his spit on you. You settle back into his lap, content.

Today was the designated picnic day. You try to have a couple during the summer just because it’s so lovely to sit outside, relax, and eat, but you’d already had about six since the start of summer. They mostly consist of you feeding Sapnap fruit and laying with your head on his lap, stretched out and comfortable. Today you were sporting clothes all loose and blue as the sky, wanting to be stylish but not too sweaty. He’d gone for sweat-shorts and a green flannel over a white shirt: cute. Very cute. So cute you can’t help but stare and feel your cheeks flush.

Shuffling his legs, he readjusts his arms and hums as he settles back into the bark of the tree. Sweet music plays lightly in the background, courtesy of your portable speaker sitting perfectly on top of the picnic basket.

“You look ethereal,” is what you can’t help but to whisper. You peek one eye open and stare up at his relaxed face. He rolls his eyes but smiles down at you, tips of his ears pink.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, shy. You just huff and roll up onto an elbow, reaching for your lemonade. It’s tart on your tongue and you make a pleased noise at the taste, swallowing. He just watches you.

“What time are you making dinner?” You fold up onto your knees, raising your eyebrows as you screw the cap back onto your bottle.

“Oh, am I making dinner now?” Teasing, he reaches for your arms and you accede, letting him tug you onto his lap. “It’s salad night.” Making a face, he strokes up and down your bicep, both soothing and causing goosebumps.

“I thought you liked salad night, babe.” His hair is soft and nice on your palm when you reach a hand up to pet his hair. He stills and lets you, but shrugs after a moment.

“I like salad, but never as a full meal. Can we make spaghetti?”

“Okay, yeah,” you agree, shuffling forward on his lap. “That sounds good. I’ll be expecting homemade pasta, Chef.”

“Oh, yeah?” He brushes a wind-disturbed tuft of hair out of your eyes. Full lips split into a smile as he leans back into the tree, eyes closed. “Sounds like a lot of effort, sweetheart.”

Your skin tingles brightly at the pet name. A beam of sunlight breaks through the green leaves of the tree and stripes diagonal across his calm expression. When you said ethereal, you meant it.

The serene mood, all breezy and gentle music, breaks when you open your mouth. As usual.

“Hey, are you Mom’s spaghetti?” You pause for a second and let your hand drop onto his collarbone. “Because you make my knees weak and my palms sweaty.” The pick-up line takes a second to hit before his eyes snap open. Bowing forward, he makes a retching sound into your lap.

“Oh my God,” he breathes, cheeks puffy and strained as he holds in a laugh. “That was actually awful. You should be ashamed.” Shrugging, you relax back into his thighs with a sigh.

“I thought it was pretty good, actually. You’re in love now; I just beguiled you. Get beguiled.” Your voice is teasing, poking, as you play with the bottle of lemonade in your hands.

“I don’t think an Eminem reference has as much power as you think it does,” he says simply, and tugs you closer into his lap. One hand slides up to your neck, just resting, before he’s pulling you forward, inches away from his mouth. “But I do love you.” His lips slide easily against yours, tasting your chapstick and breathing you in. You taste like lemon and sugar. His other hand rests comfortably in the curve of your waist, squeezing intermittently.

You take a few minutes to just kiss. Not making out, not grinding or teasing. It’s peaceful out here, away from families, so you take your time.

It’s the second a drop of water plops right onto your shoulder that you tense. Pulling away, you raise an empty palm up in the air. Drop. Drop.

“It’s raining,” you practically wail, and clamber out of his lap. The sky has turned an ugly grayish blue, dark clouds that came out of seemingly nowhere looming in the distance. He huffs, irritated, and starts to gather your stuff up. The strawberries go into the basket, as do the sandwiches, and you toss your lemonade in as well. You stand to fold the picnic blanket and shove it down into a tan tote bag.

The park is rapidly clearing of people. Teenagers at the skating park hop on their bikes, adults walking their dogs scatter in the parking lot to their respective vehicles, and you two scramble to collect your things and make a dash for your car. It’s full on pouring when you yank open the passenger seat and climb clumsily in.

“This sucks!” He yells over the downpour, and slams closed the driver’s door. It’s much more quiet in here, you realize, and tilt your face up to the sunroof. You’d peeled back the covering on the way here “to let the sunlight in” and now it’s getting pelted with large, warm raindrops. Sapnap moves in his seat, getting situated, and starts the car with a rumble. It’s also fucking hot in here.

“This is not how I was thinking our picnic was going to end,” he pouts. “I thought we would actually make it to the cake.” A cartoonish frown appears on his lips and you melt, aw-ing. You reach a thumb to rub at his bottom lip.

“It’s okay, we can finish the cake when we get home. Spoil our dinner.” You wiggle your eyebrows and he huffs out a laugh, pulling his seatbelt to its lock.

“I doubt we’ll make it home without pulling over and shoving our faces with it,” he scoffs. A smirk grows on your face and he glances warily at it, shifting to reverse out of the parking spot. “What’s that face for?”

“Are you familiar with the idea of whipped cream play?”

Yeah, the cake doesn’t make it home.

A/N: ask or send me stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comments are extremely welcome and even encouraged

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x reader #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap fic #sapnap fanfic #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #bubblyhoneyfics

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powerbottomeminem · 2 years

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"Give me dick! Give me jizz! I beg of you!"

#eminem captions #power bottom eminem

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zwowow · 2 years

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i want to write a kenstew soulmate fic so bad but i cannot decide on an au for them ahhh

(pshpshsh writing down my ideas basically turned into a ficlet)

are they the basic 'soulmates name on the inside of your wrist' type? does stewy cross his fingers and hope kendall roy is some pretty girl totally unrelated to the dork in his ninth grade science class? is kendall confused all his preteen years as to who tf sadeq is only for it to change to stewy and his heart bottoms out because fucking DUH

or are they dream sharers? Shared nightmares of waystar offices and dads that yell too loud and failed tests and failed relationships but also shared dreams of waystar offices and food kendall doesnt remember but tastes like home and power. dreams each other of course; on the beach and in bed, wound together and lightyears apart. dreams of kendall saying goodbye and stewy telling him that's not how this work, not how they work.

nahhh they gotta be matching wounds. when your soulmate gets hurt so do you. kendall takes on knee scrapes from sports he doesn't play and slaps from girlfriends he hadn't cheated on without missing a beat while stewy wears kendall's dads fingerprints on his arm, seething all the time.

ok but what if they lived in a world where you stop aging at twenty five until you meet your soulmate. ken and rava get married, and he ages right away while she doesn't. ken and stewy get their first grey hair the same year and it clicks then, or maybe it doesn't. maybe it clicks at twenty six, maybe not at all.

or something more in universe? an elite, exuberantly expensive personality and blood test that's supposed to tell you your perfect match. kendall's a bit hysterical to find out it's stewy. stewy can't stop laughing that both he and ken were lame enough to pay for the service in the first place.

does the music your soulmate has stuck in their head also play in yours? does stewy endure kendall's eminem phase, positive that he can't get it out of his head because ken keeps playing it around him, not, you know, the other thing?... does kendall marry rava because she has a gorgeous smile and the same maraiah carey song stuck in her head as him and does stewy sit sneering at the wedding of coincidence and purposeful ignoring of himself as an option.

what about the old classic of not being able to see colors until you meet your soulmate. kendall and stewy meet young, best friends at buckley that grow up with so much more of the world than their classmates simply because they have each other. kendall doesn't know a world without color the same way he doesn't know a life without stewy.

maybe... maybe a timer counts down to the moment you fall in love with your soulmate and kendall knows he's getting close, but doesn't understand how until he's hanging out with stewy, sitting so close they're sharing body heat (and a joint). maybe stewy turns at kendall and looks him in the eye, maybe he links their pinkies. maybe kendall doesn't even need to look when his timer hits zero. maybe he just knows everything he'll ever need to looking at stewy

#kenstew #stewy hosseini #kendall roy #stendall #i love when i'm trying to brainstorm and then i write a fic on accident #anyway let me know if i should *actually* write any of these

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sooibian · 3 years

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Catch These Hands

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem!Reader

Description: Living with Baekhyun comes with its own challenges

Themes: Fluff (surprise!!!!), established relationship, make up artist and masseur Byun, a little bit of byuntae, and one (1) Eminem reference lol

Prompt: @/notyourenglishprofessor : You SAY you didn’t eat in bed but these crumbs say differently.

A/N: Happy Birthday @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt !!!! here’s your biggest pet peeve woven into a bbh fic! Hope you enjoy it XD

Word count: ~ 1.7k

Nights out have never agreed with you. It’s 2 a.m. and your feet hurt from the heels, your head hurts from the drinks, your little black dress (your best friend sure does have a penchant for party clichés) is mocking your food baby, your makeup feels clumpy - maybe you overused the setting powder but you wouldn’t know because the complex art of blending cosmetics has always eluded you. How do they make it look so easy in YouTube tutorials?

As you’re keying in the passcode to your apartment, despite all the malaise, a sudden surge of comfort courses through your veins at the thought of your adorable boyfriend asleep in a clean, cozy bed, engulfed in warm and fresh sheets that exude the fragrance of a spring meadow - courtesy of your brand new laundry detergent. You imagine he is dressed in his snuggly pajamas, with his lips slightly parted, dark hair tousled, and your ostrich plushie clutched to his chest. Ever since you started living with him, you’d never spent a night away from home but the one time you returned after a weekend long Neuroscience conference, you found your plushie resting in the comfort of his arms. The next morning he insisted that he didn’t know where it came from.

‘Time to catch him red handed’, you smile to yourself.

Kicking off your heels and scraping your hair up in a bun, you tiptoe to your bedroom and the faint melody of Baekhyun singing in a highly expressive croon falls upon your ears.

Tell me you’ll love again, come back to me again..

He should’ve been long asleep and while you can’t wait to crash out either, you allow yourself the pleasure of eavesdropping on his heavenly vocals that always sound especially sweet when he’s wrestling sleep. Until..until you hear it.. the sharp crunch of plastic which sends you barging into the bedroom with exasperation painted across your features.

Baekhyun clamps his mouth shut.

Instead of jumping out of bed to wrap you in his arms, he uncharacteristically stays burrito-ed in his duvet, fixing you with an apologetic gaze. Elbow crushing the pillow underneath him, shoulders crouched, lips pursed, hair dishevelled, pajama bottoms scrunched up to his calves, he tries to blink away the very apparent guilt in his eyes. Your ostrich plushie lay on your side of the bed as if its neck had been snapped like a popsicle stick.

As you loom over him, lower lip wobbling, he pushes his weight further down the pillow but the tail end of the red Orion choco pie wrapper teasingly peeks from underneath it, glimmering in the cozy golden lighting of the bedroom, already chuckling at the drama that is to ensue.

You’re too tired for this.

Without a word to him, you grab a bunch of blankets from the dresser, shut it with a loud bang and stomp out of the room while Baekhyun’s bearing is that of a frozen frame. As you’re questioning your life choices and are about to vent your frustration on the irreproachable couch, your weary gaze finds the bane of your existence again - crumbs. White, inelegant fragments of food conspicuous against your tan sofa.

They say the more you try to avoid something, the more you create it. This was unequivocally the worst quote you’d ever read. You created nothing! You were not the one to leave this slew of crumbs on the sofa neither did you leave a pile of crumbs on the bed! It was all Baekhyun!

You’re way too tired for this.

Drowsy, you lie down on the floor, curled up in the many blankets, although still cautious as your piercing eyes doggedly probe for more evidence of Baekhyun’s insolence. Surprisingly, the rug was clean-ish. It was almost as if he had planned on you sleeping on the floor tonight. This thought fuels the rage bubbling in the pit of your stomach so you force your eyes shut to avoid a shouting match this late in the night.

The shuffling sound of footsteps grows closer and you’re determined not to give him the satisfaction of even a glance. The sound comes to a halt and you feel a gentle caress of warm fingers ghosting over your cheeks which is quickly replaced with a smooth and cool touch of a cotton pad against your eyelids, cheekbones, jaw line, with a distinct scent of micellar water wafting in the little to no space between Baekhyun and you.

You continue to play dead as he’s quietly and deftly taking your makeup off while delicately holding you up by the back of your neck and you coyly move your face from side to side to allow him better access to every inch of your skin.

“Too much setting powder”, he whispers.

Darnit!

“Still so pretty”, he remarks in his dulcet voice. Your head now rests in his lap and he’s gently moving his thumbs in tiny circles under your brows, working his way from inside out and continuing the movement all around your eyes and ending back at the bridge of your nose, almost lulling you to sleep.

At this point every cell in your body is waging a war against your now weakened spirit that’s continuing to disregard him yet you find yourself revelling in his mellow affections.

“It’s a rookie mistake. Not to worry, baby, I’ll help you get it right the next time.” He reassures, planting a soft kiss on your pout.

“Right”, eyes still wilfully shut, you chastise him, “maybe when you find the time from eating in bed.”

“Yah! Don’t be like that.” Baekhyun whines, prying your eyes open with his fingers, not-so-gently.

You smack the back of his hand and sit up cross legged facing him. He stretches his hand out to pat your head and you smack it again invoking a look of pure confusion in Baekhyun’s soft features. His hand is now barely an inch away from your lips and he commands with a raised brow, “Now kiss it better.”

“Ew!” Your hand strikes the back of his, again. “How many times do I have to tell you not to -”

“Not to eat in bed!” Baekhyun completes your sentence with a deep sigh, “I know and I wasn’t -”

“Do not lie to me Byun Baekhyun!” Warning him, you wag your finger as annoyance betrays your voice, rendering your pitch shrill. Dusting the corners of his mouth with the pads of your fingers, you sneer, “These crumbs say otherwise. You know I hate it when you eat in bed! It’s ...It’s….disgusting! And -”

“And?”

“You always ignore my post-its!”

Baekhyun huffs and runs a hand through his hair. Letting on a forced smile, he reasons, “We’ve been living together for three years now. I think it’s time you stopped leaving ‘do not eat’ post-it notes on everything you buy!”

Tilting your head to the side, you explain animatedly, “First of all, you won’t let me buy snacks on our grocery runs because they’re unhealthy or whatever and you want to bring about a stupid dietary reform in the household which, by the way, is failing miserably - ”

“Yah!! We’re still in January, don’t be such a pessimist!”

“Do not interrupt me! The few that I do manage to sneak into the cart are mine and mine alone!”

“It’s just that..the ones that you buy taste better”, he mumbles, unveiling the most powerful weapon in his artillery - the pout.

“That is the most ridiculous thing that’s come out of your mouth today aside from the crumbs! I imagined you’d be...”, it’s nearly 3 a.m. and you’re starting to descend into a fugue state, “you’d be...curled up in bed like a...like a... cooked shrimp with a plushie clutched to it’s chest!”

Visibly offended, he flicks your forehead and bellows, “Cooked shrimp!? It’s called the fetal position. Look it up!”

“I know what it’s called!” Your livid expression eases into a rather ill meaning smile, “My apologies, I took you for a grown man.”

“What in the world - I am a grown man!” His lips stretch into a wide grin and the tips of his fingers tease the sensitive spot on your neck, “would you like to see?”

“You’re disgusting, Byun Baekhyun! A grown man does not eat in bed!” You smack the back of his hand. Again.

“Strike four! You’re obligated to kiss it better now!”

Tears start to well up in your eyes at the sight of his hand dangling so close to your face. “I’m tired”, you cry, burying your face in your hands as exhaustion and exasperation take over, “I really need you to stop eating in bed.”

“Babe, I -” His eyes grow into large brown circles at the sight of your distressed state and he freezes.

“I feel like the crumbs will, like, turn into ferocious ants and nibble at my skin while I’m asleep”, you break into full blown sobs and Baekhyun takes you in his arms, holding you tight against his warm and comforting frame and patting your head to calm you down.

“Hush, baby”, he sing-songs, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! You go get changed into something comfortable and I’ll dust the bed, okay?”

“Can you change the sheets instead?” Sniffling, you ask him with wide, pleading eyes, a sly smile playing at your lips.

His eyebrows shoot upwards and he exclaims, “It’s three in the morn-”

“Please?” You sing-song, a little too loudly.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Okay! I’ll change the sheets.”

With his slightly dispirited face sandwiched between your hands, you ask cheerfully, “And you promise to never eat in bed again?”

“I promise to never eat in bed again.” A dejected Baekhyun says to his knees.

“And you won’t steal my snacks?”

You had now started to push your luck with him, but it was a risk you were willing to take.

He flicks your forehead a little harshly this time making you squeal. “Can you stop with the stupid post-its, already?”

Rubbing your forehead, you surrender and get up. “Fine! I’ll go shower now.”

Baekhyun wraps his arms around your waist. Nuzzling your neck, he coos seductively, "I’ll join you.”

“Byun Baekhyun!”

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