#the struts are so underrated

[fbfh]

light up the dark [XIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 2k

genre: drama, minor angst, action

warnings: minor Leo self loathing, Leo crying </3, questionable and obscure mythology usage, generally sketchy at best plotting (this outline is very old), Leo looks really fucking pretty in the snow

summary: Leo gets something important off his chest, then chases after you to make ammends. When he looks for you, he's met with soemthing entirely different than he expected, and way more than he bargained for.

song recs: pretty when you cry - lana del rey, meant to be yours - heathers obc, wasteland baby - hozier, roll up - the struts

a/n: okay we're getting to the last few parts aka where the outline gets questionable as fuck but the whole thing is hinged on the questionable parts so there's really not a way for me to change anything at this point we're all just along for the ride!! also this chapter (and maybe the next/last couple) will probably be on the shorter side bc I wasn't sure how much outline I would need to actually make a chapter so I undershot a little. the second reason is I'm burnt out lol. anyway enjoy!!

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It’s safely early morning now, and people are beginning to wake up. Throughout the different rooms in the house, blankets are flipped back and bedroom doors are opened, curtains are drawn, and groggy conversation is made over face wash and toothpaste and running water. After enough time wallowing in his self loathing, Leo gets up to look for you. Being petty like that only felt gratifying and justified for a few fleeting moments. After that he just felt bad. Like, really bad. He knew what he said was probably too harsh as soon as the words left his mouth and you bolted. Gods, why can't he just be a little more patient? 

He bets that Jason never would have said something like that to you, yet here he is, screwing up again. He tugs on the rest of his clothes, ending with a hoodie for the unseasonably cold weather, and leaves to find you. As he descends the stairs, a gust of freezing air washes over him. He looks for the source, and sees the front door is ajar. Snowflakes blow in, along with a few small, downy feathers that look almost pink in the diffused morning light struggling to get through the heavy dark clouds that continue to roll in. 

"Morning." He hears Jason's groggy voice behind him, "You're up early.” He turns around to see Piper standing next to him, yawning. They’re wearing matching pajamas, and have matching bed head. They’re so cute together it would make Leo a little sick on any other day. Jason's hair is sticking up in every direction, and he wipes the smudges off his glasses with the hem of his shirt. Leo hasn't seen his friends since last night, when they backed him up in front of Calypso - something he hadn't been expecting. 

Just the sight of them brings back a highlight reel of all the things that they said - along with the rest of his friends - in his defense. That paired with how much he wishes he could see you right now, make sure you’re okay, is enough to have tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Sure, what he said might have been coming from feeling very justifiably upset at the way he’s been treated until now, but that’s not your fault. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you like he did.

“You okay?” Piper asks, a note of concern in her voice. He’s clearly not, and she wants to know why right now. He takes in a shaky breath and squeezes his eyes shut. After a few moments, he tells them what happened -  or at least he tries to. He barely gets out about half the story before he stops, really not wanting to cry more than he feels like he’s about to. Jason and Piper share a look. It’s so early and they’re barely awake, but that’s not going to stop them from trying to help him. In their drowsy stupor, they hear the worst in his fumbled explanation. 

They share a regretful look. What they piece together is really disappointing, but they can’t say they’re totally surprised. They definitely are disappointed, they were really starting to root for you - especially compared to Calypso. It’s not your quick wit or sharp tongue that surprises them, it’s that you directed it at Leo. They’re not sure exactly what words were exchanged, just that Leo is really hurting over this, which is the one thing they don’t want. To make things worse, he’s really worried about you. They hear footsteps behind them.

“What’s going on?” This time it’s Annabeth’s groggy morning voice, and she’s closely followed by Percy, who looks like he’d rather still be asleep. 

“They got into a fight,” Jason says, trying to bring them up to speed - granted, he doesn’t have much more information than they do now. Leo lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to squeeze away his tears and pressing his hands into his face. He shakes his head before his eyes land back on the door. The wind blew it a little further open, and he can see your footprints make long, panicked strides in the growing snow on the ground. 

“I-” he chuckles, weepily, “I have to go find her…” He’s already descending the stairs when his friends start to protest. It’s so early and they’re all barely awake, the last thing they want is for him to jump into something if they’re not awake enough to help him out yet.

“Wait,” Piper starts, “maybe you should stay here.” 

“Yeah, maybe we should talk about this before you, you know, rush into anything.” Percy agrees. 

“Or make a stupid decision for a manipulative bitch and get nothing in return.” 

Everyone stops dead in their tracks as Calypso’s voice echoes through the hall. A collective sense of being found by the T-Rex in Jurassic Park passes over everyone, and the room stills. Only Calypso could make a room full of people with ADHD stand totally still. 

“She’s gone. Good riddance.” Calypso says, without a sliver of concern in her voice. “I mean it was just a matter of time before that little whore finally showed her true colors, and-”

“FOR GODS’ SAKE CALYPSO! CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! PLEASE?!” 

The room falls silent again, and all eyes turn to Leo. He looks exhausted and exasperated and completely and utterly done. She stares at him, mouth agape, refusing to believe he’s talking to her like that.

“Excuse-” She starts, but before she can finish, he keeps going. He’s not going to let her steamroll him, not anymore.

“I mean, really! We can’t get through one goddamn day without you ruining something. Do you have to work at being like this?” He demands rhetorically, “Cause it seems like you must work pretty fucking hard to be so miserable all the time!”

No one could have ever predicted this. No one could have imagined that Leo would ever be the one to put Calypso in her place like this. 

“I am not-” 

“No, no, no! I don’t give a shit!” He roars with an exasperated laugh, “I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit or whining or constant complaining! I’ve had enough. We’ve all had enough, so just…” He laughs, trailing off as he realizes that he’s never going to get through to her. His only option is to get away from her. Or, he supposes, get her away from him. 

“Get out.” 

It’s silent again. All the commotion brought the last few people out of their rooms, so Nico, Will, Frank, and Hazel all heard most of what he had to say. They all stand there in shock as Calypso spews some more bullshit about not needing to take this and storms back into her room, presumably to pack her shit and leave. There’s a sense of giddy elation when she leaves. They have been waiting so, so long for him to really be able to stand up to her, to refuse being treated as shitty as she treats him. Percy makes some sassy remark behind her, and Piper is the first to congratulate him. Or she would have been, if he had stuck around long enough to celebrate. Piper jogs half way down the stairs, getting a glimpse of his dark, curly hair contrasting sharply with the snow. He’s out of the door before she can call his name. 

Leo barely registers how strange this whole snow storm is. It’s supposed to be spring, it should be ambiently warm with little flowers blooming, not look like a trailer for Frozen. In spite of how weird the weather is, he doesn’t care about that right now. He just wants to find you. He tracks through the snow rapidly accumulating on the ground, following your footprints until he loses track of them, getting lost or covered up by what is quickly turning into a blizzard. He shivers, pulling his jacket around himself tighter. He's a Houston boy, he's not prepared for all this wintery bullshit. He still loves snow, he thinks it's one of the prettiest, most magical things in the world, but it's not pretty when he’s worried about you being outside in it. 

Finally, he sees a figure in dark clothes shrouded in the blindingly white snowy landscape standing at the edge of the yard. He runs over, calling your name. He continues trudging through the snow, and when he’s close enough you turn around. Except it’s not you he’s met with. He stops dead in his tracks, stomach dropping as he struggles to remember her name after so many years. After a moment he remembers.

“Khione?!” He demands. He’s about to ask what the fuck she’s doing here. Before he can, she steps closer, lifting his chin up with her finger. 

“Well, well, well…” she says, and Leo’s surprised that he can hear her perfectly over the roaring wind of the storm. The storm she probably created, he realizes. “You are just as easy on the eyes as I remember you being.” 

A sickening chill runs down his spine at her words. Before he can even think of a reaction, she continues. 

“I’m sure you’re curious as to what brings me here.” She states, walking around him, eyes never leaving him. He feels like he’s being circled by a shark. “Well, you’re a smart boy, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of how I got two gods to fall in love with me.” 

He hasn’t, but now doesn’t seem like a good time to bring that up. 

“Poseidon, I had wrapped around my finger.” She chuckles. “And Apollo…” The laughter evaporates, and her smile disappears, replaced by something more bitter.

“Apollo…” She stares into space, then her gaze hardens. “Apollo broke my heart.” She spits, turning away from him as she continues. 

“I swore I would never love again, I’d never let myself be fooled by a beautiful man with warm eyes and charming smile. And then,” she whips around to him, her gaze dangerous. “You showed up.” 

She walks closer to him, and Leo retreats a few steps on instinct. 

“You showed up, and were tantalizingly close, almost in my grasp.” Her expression grows cold. “Then you rejected me.” 

His stomach drops. 

“I tried to talk some sense into Apollo, get him to see what he’s missing, but he’s too much of a fool to see the prize in front of him.” She spits before flashing another dangerous grin. “But I got my revenge on him, you can be sure of that. He stole my heart, I stole something of his right back.” Leo’s brow furrows, trying to piece together what her words really mean, trying to connect the dots between this and everything else that’s going on. She lets out a crazed chuckle. 

“But I got my revenge.” She continues, getting even closer to him. She sizes him up, glowering at him predatorily. She chuckles darkly, and Leo sees something unhinged deep in her eyes starting to rise to the surface.

“And now, you will be my lover,” she laughs maniacally, “IN AN ETERNAL WINTER WASTELAND!” 

Her laughter reverberates through the swirling snow, and Leo’s stomach drops. Chills creep over his skin, but it’s not just from the cold.

“Okay!” He yells over the howling wind, as thick snowflakes collect on his eyelashes. “You are seriously in-fucking-sane!” He’s not sure she can even hear him, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not letting her get away with this, he’s not going to let her turn the world into a giant snow globe forever. He pulls his arms away from being wrapped up tight around himself and holds out his hands. They’re stiff from the cold, but that doesn’t stop him from summoning two huge balls of fire. They engulf him all the way up to the elbows, thawing him out a little. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and prepares to fight. Or more specifically, kick her frigid ass.

#heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus fanfiction #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez fanfiction #light up the dark #the struts are so underrated #peak YA adventurecore music #fr fr #leo's just so #aaaaaughh

[stevenssticks]

PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING FOR STEVEN

(I’m literally being starved from Steven Adler fan fics there’s barely anything for him!!!)

there really is a lack of steven fics huh… that’s kinda why i created this account. i’ve searched all of tumblr and ao3 and i can’t find anything that good. he’s so underrated and he’s literally my favorite.

okay okay so i’m thinking about steven still in gnr when they were just starting out. baby faced and bright eyes with that big sweet smile of his. they’re playing a gig at a small venue. they haven’t really made it big yet.

you’re watching him on drums and are just enamored with his style of playing and his adorable smile and his enthusiasm. you flag him down when the show is over at the after party. he’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, axl is next to him with a girl on his lap. you walk over and shimmy into the tight spot next to him.

“hey.” you start, and steven looks at you like a deer in headlights. as the relatively shy one, he wasn’t used to getting attention, not to mention someone as confident as you strutting over to him.

“hi,” he replies, voice small.

“your drum skills were something else. i was watching you the whole time. couldn’t take my eyes off you for a second.”

steven blushes at that, and you wind up striking up a conversation. your thighs are touching now. you’re getting bolder. throwing your leg over his, hand grazing his thigh. he’s bright red, big eyes staring at you while you chat him up. the party is dying down. you make your move.

“wanna come finish this conversation at my house?”

he nods enthusiastically. eyes going impossibly wider. lips spreading into a closed mouth smile.

you do not, in fact, finish the conversation at your house.

as soon as you get into you’re house you’re on him. he’s pressed up against the door, your lips meeting in a messy kiss. he lets out one of the most obscene whines you’ve ever heard, and decide you need to hear it again. you’re unbuckling his jeans, pushing them down his thighs and dropping to your knees. steven already looks so desperate, breath heavy, lips kissed swollen and pretty pink. you look up at him as you grip his cock, giving him a few licks to the tip which makes him squirm. suddenly, you lick a long stripe up the length of him, and swallow him to the hilt; fighting your gag reflex. steven’s head slams back against the door. he whines again, louder this time, and struggles not to buck his hips up into your mouth. he starts to babble.

“ah- fuck, oh my god, your mouth feels so good. please, oh fuck please, fuck fuck fuck.”

tears are welling up in your eyes as you work him slowly, when suddenly he groans loudly and grabs your hair, pulling you off him. you silently question him with your eyes. he replies

“didn’t wanna cum so soon. you were making me feel so good. can i have my turn now?”

you smile and nod enthusiastically, dragging him back to your bedroom and shedding your clothes on the way. you can feel stevens eyes on your backside as you pull him along, making it to the bedroom and pushing him onto the middle of the bed. you crawl over him, and promptly slide your pussy along his hard cock. his mouth opens wide, making a punched out noise as he throws his head back. you grind down on him harder, coating him with your slick, before taking him by the base and lining him up with your aching hole. he’s drooling for it, looking at you like you’re a god on top of him.

you slide down to the hilt slowly, both of you moaning in sync as he bottoms out inside you. the talking starts again.

“holy shit, your pussy feels so good. you’re so good. oh. oh. oh! please! fuck me please!”

you’re weak for his begging and the power you feel on top of this pretty man in your bed. starting to ride him slow and hard. you guide his hands to grip your hips, helping you bounce on him faster. he’s letting out these little whines and whimpers and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to cum. you guide one of his hands to your clit while you bounce faster, getting close to your own climax. with his hand working you and his cock filling you up you get there quickly, feeling your stomach tighten and heat creep up your back and through your thighs. suddenly, steven leans up and pulls you down into his chest, hugging you at the small of your back and fucking up into you fast and hard, sending you over the edge as you grind your clit against his pubic bone. he’s still babbling things like

“feels so good, honey.”

“god, you’re making me feel so good. fuck i can feel you cumming, oh yeah, fuck, you’re cumming.”

and

“i’m so fucking close, oh god, fuck i’m cumming-!” and then he does. he slams his hips into you once, twice, and then you feel him filling you up. he gyrates his hips for a few more seconds, breathing heavily with you while you both come down from your highs. you lift your head out from where it was buried in his neck and kiss him deep and hard while he pulls out of you.

you roll next to him, still catching your breath.

“so…. how long is your band gonna be in town for..?”

#gnr #guns n roses #steven adler #axl rose #izzy stradlin #slash #slash gnr #duff mckagan #asks and requests #this was so fun to write #i love steven adler so much #my baby. #gnr smut

[veepll111]

୨⎯ Hey, cuties ⎯୧♡ ♡

How's everyone's Tuesday going? I'm currently writing this post in my tv room with my best friend E! Let me set the scene for you, I'm eating Scooby Snacks (an underrated yum) while having pretty little liars in the background. Then, a precious idea came into my head to start a new mini blog series ⪩⪨ *drum roll please* A four or five-part series guide to your favorite pll characters!! So make sure to comment your faves down below;) to start off, I decided to do Aria.

ꔫ 𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑔𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓎 ꔫ

Looks

⋆୨୧ Aria's hair Is long brown, with loose waves. If you wanna achieve a similar look you could grow out your hair, dye it brown, or use a curling iron and give it some loose waves

⋆୨୧ Aria's normal makeup consists of smokey-toned eyeshadow, black eyeliner for the top, and skin color for the bottom * to make her eyes appear bigger * For her face she likes to use a little bit of a peach or pinky blush, for a cooler-toned look. For her lips, she'll either go for something nude or pink. Aria's eyebrows are very defined so I would suggest enhancing your amazingly beautiful brows and helping to define them further by embracing your natural brow line, plucking, waxing, and, threading if you want to and need to. If you feel like it, you can fill in sparse spaces with a brow pencil. Aria's nails are usually painted a dark color like red, black, royal blues, burgundies, and maroon.

⋆୨୧ Aria's favorite form of exercise is yoga. So you could try looking up a yoga class on youtube or if you're up for it try out an in-person class! I highly recommend giving yoga a shot, like Aria it's one of my fav forms of exercise. It's so good for your mind and body ♡

⋆୨୧ get in cuties we're going shopping! (all credit goes to mean girls) Aria's style is so unique to her and is a mix of a few specific styles, bohemian, indie, and a little Bella Swan at times. Aria has her classic gray bomber jacket so I suggest getting a signature jacket of your own. She also loves second-hand shopping and thrifting! lastly, be bold and wear your clothes with confidence! come on strut your stuff♡

personality

⋆୨୧ Aria is funny, caring, reserved, emotional, strong, and intelligent. Do any of these match with your personality?

⋆୨୧ Aria is a romantic and is sometimes seen as the nicest out of the girls, what do you think?

⋆୨୧ Aria loves to travel and pick up cool and unique souvenirs along the way

⋆୨୧ Aria also loves to read and, reads from all genres some of her favorite authors include: William Shakespeare, Jane Austen, and Sherwood Anderson

⋆୨୧ One of Aria's favorite hobbies is writing. Try keeping a journal, starting a blog, or working on a book. Any form of writing will do.

⋆୨୧ Other hobbies Aria enjoys are: art, pottery, and, photography

That's all from me today cuties! Love you see you next time,

xoxo, Vee💋

#y2k #pll girls #aria montgomery #pretty little liars #girl blogger #tips and tricks #manifesting

[tame-a-messenger]

What are some of your favorite Damien and Angela moments? And what are some moments you like that you think are underrated?

I think my favorite moments are when Damien is playing Mr. Grub! Just something about how chaotic lawful he is in that character is just so good to watch against Angela’s neutral chaos lol (she gets this specific *twinkle* in her eye watching him play Grub)(and he singles her out often in character)

Moments I think are underrated? Probably the whole of Sword af? I don’t see anyone talk about how sweet he is to Bug, or how much she looks up to his npc’s (and just the general dynamic they have in that series, if you haven’t seen the behind the scenes video for s1 GO WATCH IT. Angela and Damien practically have a compliment battle lmao)

But here’s a specific moment that I really like (among a lot)

I really love her impression of Damien’s character in BAF:Legacy “Simon Bootles” telling him “let me go Damien~!” (A reference to a joke she did earlier about Spencer’s Mountain Dew kickstart in his stomach lol) (some info, he talked about disliking the fact that he used the same character for so long in the Betrayal and wish he had more fun with more characters) and after she gets a laugh she says “thumbs?” And leaves. Someone calls her back out for ‘thumbs’ (thumbs meaning pictures they can use for thumbnails) and she struts out saying “don’t hate the game, hate the player” and puts her arm around his shoulder, he reply’s “I do”

And obviously it’s Damien and Angela so of course he follows it up in the next clip with a compliment for her

The moment is in (this) TNTL at 8:34

It’s just a very “I’m recognizing your feelings and giving you an outlet” moment to me. He’s probably mentioned not being happy about his decision to keep playing the same character, and her bringing it up this way kind of brings it to attention of any crew that didn’t know/want to say anything, in turn making it easier to to talk about. Maybe I’m (delusional) but it feels like validation of feelings to me.

#damien haas #angela giarratana #Smosh #damangela #damien and angela #damngela #damien/angela #damngela dynamic enjoyer #smosh games #damien x angela #baf legacy #Smosh pit

[softguarnere]

Hi bestie!! I've been noticing a *SEVERE* lack of Skip content on Tumblr so if you're not too busy, could you please write a lil oneshot with Skip using the prompt "Wait, you think I'm cute?" please?? Thank you so much in advance!! 💖

Also this is a total side note but for some reason the song "Dandelions" by Ruth B just gives me major Skip vibes, like, a sunny day with your boyfriend who's also your best friend. Just adorable 🙈

I See Forever in Your Eyes

Warren "Skip" Muck x reader

A/N: Bestie, you are SO RIGHT 👏🏼 Skip is so underrated, and we're going to have to fix that 😉 Especially since I've been craving content for him ever since reading FOF and seeing him get into hijinks with Alix and Malarkey 😌 I hope you enjoy this one!

(As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: language, mentions of war

There’s nothing particularly amusing about asking someone to pass the shoe polish, but your bunkmate lets out a chuckle nonetheless as she tosses it to you.

“What’s so funny?”

Amy shakes her head, looking over your shoulder in the direction of the door. “Oh, nothing. Just that someone can’t seem to stay away from you – even when we’re in the women’s barracks.”

“Hiya, (Y/N)!” The bed beside you sinks as someone flops down onto it, bumping his shoulder into yours and almost causing you to drop the boots you’ve been diligently shining.

“Skip!” You scold. You smack him lightly on the arm, but there’s no malice in it. If anything, the gesture only serves to broaden the smile that already graces his lips. “You’re not supposed to be in the women’s barracks.”

Skips eyes widen. He glances around, placing a hand over his heart in mock shock as if he’s only just realizing where he is. “The women’s barracks?! I was looking for the latrine.” He shrugs. “Well, since I’m already here . . .” He leans back on the bed and flashes you a winning smile. “Guess who actually managed to keep their pass this week?”

“Talbert.”

“Nope.”

“Sisk?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Hmm . . . Well it certainly couldn’t be you for once, could it?”

“Ding ding ding – we have a winner!”

Now it’s your turn to feign shock. “No, really? However did you manage to hold onto it?”

“I was extra careful. But what about you? Did you manage to keep yours?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

Skip claps his hands together, a loud, happy staccato that echoes through the barracks. “Well then let’s cut a rug, jitterbug! We’re going dancing tomorrow night!” With that, he takes his leave from the barracks, leaving you smiling as you finish shining your shoes, and causing Amy to laugh.

“What’s so funny now?”

Your fellow paratrooper chuckles. “Oh, nothing. Just something about young love.” She laughs again when your boot slips out of your hand and tumbles onto the floor. She’s finished with her boots before you can collect yourself enough to ask what she means and to tell her that it’s not like between you and Skip.

No matter how much you may wish that it were.

--

Visiting English pubs on a weekend pass is far more fun than taking a weekend pass back in the States. Half of the fun is because hitting the town is different when you’ve got your polished jump wings displayed proudly on your chest and your pants bloused around your Corcoran boots. Strutting into a pub or a dance hall with an outfit that clearly proclaims I am a paratrooper – one of the elite! never fails to make things more interesting – whether because of the positive attention from the townspeople that lead to offers for dances and free drinks, or the negative attention from other service members that lead to gruff arguments and bloody noses. Never a dull moment with the right company in the right place.

As you push open the door of the pub and take in the sounds of music and laughter, part of you wishes that you were back in a dress like you would have been in the States. Then you could have done your hair and makeup and – even if for only a night – allowed yourself to pretend that you were a regular girl dancing with a handsome service member before he shipped off into combat. There’s still an elegance to showing off your uniform and impressing many with the fact that you are not only a paratrooper, but a part of the first female paratrooper program, though. It’s just different.

“(Y/N)!” A voice calls from across the pub. Through all the music and the jiving bodies, Malarkey has managed to spot your entrance. Hand clutching a drink and raised above his head to avoid a spill, the Oregon boy weaves through the crowd until he’s by your side. Your friend smiles, breathless. “Where ya been? We’ve been waiting all night!”

Playfully, you nudge his arm. “Awe, did you miss me, Malarkey?”

“Oh yeah, you know I missed my favorite dance partner.” In a single swig, he downs what’s in his glass and stubs out his cigarette in an ashtray on a nearby table. He offers you his hand.

“Oh no you don’t, Donnie Boy!” Skip slides between the two of you, ever present grin lighting up the room as he appears. “I do believe that I shall be having the first dance with lovely Private (Y/L/N).”

Malarkey takes a step back, hand over his heart. “Well Skipper, you could have at least had the decency to tell me that before I snubbed out my smoke.”

The look that crosses Skip’s face is one that you know all too well – he has an idea of some sort. The next thing that you know, he’s pushed you and Malarkey together and gives your friend a slap on the back. “Actually, you take this dance. I’ll grab the next one.” He recedes into the thicket of the crowd before you can question it.

A lively tune is struck up by the band, causing the energy in the pub to soar as you and Malarkey make your way to the dance floor, carving out a space for yourselves as you twirl and jump and laugh through the whole thing. You’re out of breath by the time that it ends, your cheeks sore from smiling so much. You applaud the band with everyone else as you wait for the next song to start.

“Alright, my turn,” Skip says, swaggering up to you and Malarkey. You’ve never understood how he manages to disappear and reappear from the crowd the way that he does, but he seems to fit in everywhere that he goes so well that you know it can’t be hard for him. He holds out his hand to you. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all.”

The band’s next song starts up, much slower than the last. The mood of the crowd changes automatically, going from one of high energy and adrenaline to one of new love and desire as couples pair off onto the dance floor.

“Where did you go?” You question, casting a glance around the pub. “What lucky gal got that last dance with the pride and joy of Tonawanda?”

Skip chuckles. “Truth be told, no one did.”

“Oh?”

“No, I was too busy trying to request a song with the band.”

“And what song might that be?”

“This one.” Is it your imagination, or in the low lights of the pub, does your friend blush ever so slightly? Maybe he wonders the same thing about you as your hands grow warm against his. You might be in the dim lights and smokey atmosphere of the pub, but dancing with him feels like being surrounded by sunshine and cloudless skies on the perfect summer day. “I wanted to talk to you.”

There are better places to talk than the dance floor, but your heart is fluttering in your chest like a bird threatening to fly from the coop and you can’t find the words to question him. If the words would come to you, what would you even say?

“I’ve been thinking,” he pauses, like he’s waiting for you to crack the usual Thought I smelled smoke line that you, Penkala, and Malarkey are so apt to throw around. When your breath hitches in your throat instead, he bites his lip before continuing. “Fuck. I don’t wanna mess this up.”

“Mess what up?” Effortlessly, the two of you execute the spin that comes with the next line of the song. When you gravitate together again, like planets falling into alignment, you’re met with a worried expression on his face – something that looks unnatural on him.  

The next few bars of the song press on while silence floats between you. Worry – or something akin to it – settles into the little atmosphere between you. You keep waiting for him to say more as Skip’s eyes dance over everyone and anything else in the pub besides you.

“You’re one of my best friends.” His voice is soft, his eyes are sincere; he’s never looked more serious. “I don’t wanna mess that up when I tell you that I feel differently about you than other girls.”

You stumble on the next step. He catches your waist with ease. If this is going where you think it’s going . . . But you would hate to assume, and to assume incorrectly at that.

Skip rushes on. “It’s okay if you don’t feel that way. With the big jump finally coming up, I just wanted to make sure that you knew before we went, or else I would spend my whole life regretting that I didn’t tell you. And I know that might make the jump harder – “ He shakes his head, exasperated. “I swear I knew what I wanted to say when I started this.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, your words bringing his eyes back to you. “I think it’s cute when you ramble.”

Standing so close, it would be impossible to miss the way that his breath hitches in his throat. “Wait, you think I’m cute?”

“Well yeah.” There’s no use in denying it. Not when he’s allowed himself to be vulnerable instead of brushing things off with humor like he normally would. And not when the jump is sure to be soon. He’s right: it would be hard to go about life full of regret and wondering how different things could have been if you had made a different jump – a leap of faith into the game of chance that is sharing your truest and most sincere feelings with someone that you have so many tender feelings of affection for.

“Not just when you ramble,” you admit, fully committing now, heart beating hard in your chest. “You’re cute, Skip. I’ve always thought so.”

A tentative smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Well I’ve always thought that you were stunning.”

On instinct, you lean forward and fix your head against his chest, just like all the couples on the dance floor are doing. His hand secures itself more firmly on your waist. The little world around you is something that you’ve only imagined a handful of times, and never for long – there’s hardly a private moment in the Army, and you’ve never allowed yourself to get your hopes up.

But experiencing the real thing . . . You pray that you won’t blink to wake up and find that it’s all been a dream.

“What do we do now?” You whisper.

He squeezes your hand. “Whatever you want. We can give it a shot.”

“God, yes.” His chest rumbles as he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

All too soon, the song ends. Couples all over the dance floor slowly come out of their amorous haze and applaud the band. You can feel Skip looking at you. You gaze back at him, not quite ready to break the spell that’s settled over the two of you.

There is a war going on. You don’t know where it will take you. But you’re a paratrooper, and risk taking is part of the job. No one can know for certain what will happen, or how long this new thing will last between you.

Looking into Skip’s eyes, though, you can see his answer: forever, if you’ll allow it.

And you will. Of course you will.

#skip muck #skip muck x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #warren muck #don malarkey #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #my writing #band of brothers x reader

[classycookiexo]

It’s so hard for me to decide but I personally believe that Cheetah Girls 2 was a huge growth period musically from the first movie although I love “Cinderella” and “Cheetah sisters” to pieces

I think “The Party’s just Begun”, “It’s Over”, “Strut” and then “Step Up” are the best in that order

My underrated fav in the first one is “Together we can”

#the cheetah girls #disney

[queentheweeb]

Gang Orca X Female Reader Pt. 1

A/N: You're 29 in this story

Part 2,

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"Of all the heroes you can possibly fantasize it has to be him?" You glared up at your nosy coworker who decided to look down at your desk and see your merch of Gang Orca. You had key chains, figurines, a shirt, a hat, and a couple of posters at home along with a hoodie. You were a big fan of his! Honestly, even if he was scary looking to most people you didn't find him offensive to look at.

"What's wrong with Gang Orca? He's an amazing hero! He's the number 10 hero now!" You'll be damned to let some snobby no it all try it and talk down on Gang Orca. He was your idol!

"All Might and Endeavor are so much better-" Of course, he would say the number 1 and 2 heroes and just fuck everyone else who worked their asses off to get to the top right?

"They may have worked harder than anyone else to make it to the top and they're amazing heroes but All Might is a gem he's too good for us and Endeavor is just the devil in disguise so, when you name others besides those two let me know." You turned back to your work not waiting for a response from them.

"You're freaky just like him." You smiled as the truth came out. They are unable to admit that what you said held some truth so they were simply trying to offend you with a low blow. They had to try someone else with that trick because you have seen and heard it all. Half of your body was alien-like giving you galaxy-colored skin with a bright green eye while the other half of your body was 'human'. It never bothered you and when the bullies picked on you, you made sure to put them in their place. You loved how because you looked like the milky way people figured your quirk had to do with space when it didn't. You had your mother's looks but, your father's quirk. He's elemental meaning you can control fire, water, earth, and wind all at once. You would have been perfect for becoming a hero but, that life just wasn't for you. You didn't want to be a pro-hero. You loved the idea of saving and helping people but, you didn't like the idea of having to possibly put a family on hold or never having time to take care of them so you rather not face those kinds of hardships. It's what made you appreciate heroes just a bit more and hate Endeavor. He was such a dick! He had something that so many crave and he just fucked it up because he wanted to be better than All Might? When All Might didn't give two shits about him? 

"You're slacking off again huh?" You blinked coming into focus with a smug face that you had to resist the urge to punch right off their face. Shouldn't they be doing their own work and not worried about what you do?

"It's my break so I can do what I want. It'll be done before I leave. Speaking of slacking isn't there a pile of work you should be attending instead of worrying about what I do." It wasn't a question it was a statement. They got the hint.

"I know you don't think you're going to make it far with that attitude." You rolled your eyes at their attempted haughtiness.

"Mr. Clark made a mess in his room make sure to mop up every spot." You didn't bother to look up but, were satisfied when you heard the door slam making the paintings on the wall shake with the force. Who cares if you were a bit snarky? These people didn't deserve your kindness. They were assholes from the start and any time you had an opinion about anything they tried their best to make you change it to their liking and you weren't going for it. There's no right or wrong answer for an opinion it's called an opinion for a reason. "Gang Orca is one of the most underrated top pro heroes and there is nothing that can change my mind on that matter."

"Talking to yourself again huh Y/N." You grinned looking up at the one person who makes this place bearable enough until you moved on. Your best friend strutted in and posed on one of your corner desks "Paint me like one of your french girls." She made a ridiculous pose that had you snorting. Honestly, no matter what kind of mood you were in she always managed to make you feel better.

"What do you want Ember? Came to torture me again?" You put your stuff up grinning giving her your full attention. 

"Why do you wound me so?" She dramatically held her chest but quickly stood up walking over to your desk with purpose and determination. Her moods always switched so quickly it amazed you.

"I don't like that look. You got something up your sleeve." You playfully squinted your eyes at her pretending to be cautious. 

"Oh shut up, I got tickets to go to the aquarium this afternoon. We both get off at 1 so why not go right?" You were skeptical for one reason. You were in your work attire something you had no interest in visiting an aquarium at. "Don't worry I had this planned so I stole an outfit from your home before I came in." You blinked not at all surprised that she managed to do that. "It's just some shorts and a loose top! You can wear your sneakers just fine." She gave you no room to argue just simply put the bag with your clothes down and waltzed out the door with a wave.

"She's going to be the death of me. I just know it." You didn't dwell on it used to her spontaneous actions by now. You just continued to work finishing up and punching out before going back to your office to change and lock up your belongings. You had three locks, 2 visible ones and one that was invisible because your locker was prone to get broken into. Another reason why you want to leave and find another job. You had just finished collecting everything when Ember busted through the door wearing a cute cami top with jean capris

"LET'S GO WE GOT A DATE WITH SOME FISH!" You were so exasperated that you had to laugh and let her drag you around and out of the hell hole. You said goodbye to no one. You never did it's not like you liked anyone in there besides Ember. "Hey snap out of it! We are free! Let's enjoy our afternoon looking at all the cool animals right? We might even see some rare creatures!" Her enthusiasm was hard to ignore and soon enough - like always - it rubbed off on you and you were giggling happily with her. You both looked like giggling teenagers making the older man at the front smile fondly at the two of you. 

"I hope the two of you enjoy yourself." You waved at him thanking him as Ember ran ahead of you. You walked to catch up to her but were caught off guard when she ran back to you radiating happiness and laughing excitedly.

"What? What happened? What did you see?" She was so giddy she almost couldn't speak! This had to be important for her to get like this. 

"Close your eyes and I'll show you." With no hesitation, you closed your eyes and let her guide you to wherever trusting her 100%. You banter a lot with her but, when it comes down to it you trust her with your life. "Okay, you can open them." You didn't even register that you stopped but followed her instructions anyway. When you opened your eyes you gasped out loud trying to keep from fangirling extremely hard.

"No fucking way!" You couldn't believe your eyes!

"Yes, fucking way my darling Y/N." She was jumping excitedly next to you but the only thing you can focus on is the man at the end of the room staring at a mako shark.

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What do you guys think?

#anime #fanfic #manga #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #fluff #x reader #gang orca #gang orca x reader #gang orca x female reader #kugo sakamata #kugo sakamata x female reader #x female reader

[meta-bird]

Hello everyone!

Exciting news! Today, i saw around 250 pigeons. I can not give an exact number as there were so many. Furthermore, I got to have them on my hand and feed them:

Such cute birds and very underrated because of their unfortunate designation as vermin ;( please go feed your local pigeons! They will love and appreciate you for it!

I also saw a menagerie of other common birds. Black headed gulls are definitely in the breeding season, Canada Geese and Mallards are around as always and a Moorhen was strutting along the path with as much pomp as you'd expect from those swamp chickens. I'd also say that I saw a the rare flock of both woodpigeons and feral pigeons but I was unable to take a picture as the cold had killed my phone u_u

#nature diary 2023 #canada goose #mallard #black headed gull #feral pigeon

[k8fics]

Can I please request a NSFW fic with Dave England? Maybe him getting a lil bit jealous of how close you are with one of the other guys and makes his move at a party?

Vexation

rating: R — smut, fighting, drinking, drugs. kids do not do this at home! this is a fanfic.

note: i have never written smut in my life but i’m going to try bc dave is so underrated

The door slammed closed and Dave came barging in soon after, “You’re overreacting, David.” You huffed out.

Okay. Yes, maybe you had a little too much to drink. A bit of an understatement; more like more than too much.

It had been a long week. After going to your 9-5, coming home, making dinner (sometimes getting fast food or calling the Chinese place around the corner if you’re feeling up for an adventure), and waiting up until Dave got home: you were ready to drink the weekend away.

Dave was invited by the guys to Steve-O’s regularly scheduled parties, automatically meaning you were invited. The guys loved your presence and that you could keep ‘Darf’ at bay. You truly have a talent for keeping people calm. Just not tonight.

After mixing frustration and alcohol, you could say you were in fact, drunk with emotions. So you spent the night by yourself mostly. Dave came around a few times but left when he got distracted with conversations, you didn’t really mind though.

You were drinking for a while before heading on to chit-chat with Steve-O, who was smoking a blunt at the time, you greeted and hugged him. This wasn’t unusual though, it was just 'thanks' for the beer and all.

You take the blunt out of his hand, “How have you been? I’ve missed you and the boys.” You shouted, you never knew why he always had the music so loud. How hasn’t he gone deaf yet?

“I’ve been good. We’ve missed you too, Dave talks about you all the time.” Steve-O replied you passed the blunt back to him. “I honestly don’t know why he doesn’t just take you with him. Dude, that would be so fun!”

You scoffed, “As much as I would love to, I work-“

“-Which makes no sense. I know Dave makes enough to support you both.” He argued.

There’s not really a reason behind you working. Maybe it was because you liked having the extra money or because you liked being occupied.

You thought for a second before answering “I’m not the ‘stay at home wife’ type of girl. I like having an average miserable life.” Okay, that was a little too on the nose. You take the blunt again to drown the embarrassment.

Saved by the bell; Johnny came strutting over. “Hey Y/N. Glad to see you, wanna do beer-pong?” He says with a smile on his face.

You hopped up at the opportunity to leave the awkward atmosphere, “Yeah. Let’s go!” Once you agreed, Johnny grabbed your hand and physically dragged you to the table.

After 2 rounds of winning, you decided this would be your last and to go find Dave. It was a hard round being against Ryan and Bam. At last, you won and gave a big hug to your tall team member out of happiness.

Your win took a turn when Dave turned up out of nowhere. Grabbing your waist, pulling you away from the scene, bringing you to the front.

He’s passive as he ignores your protests, opening the car door for you and buckling you up. Once he got to the driver’s seat he turned to you, “Why would you do that?”

You turned your entire body towards him, “Do what exactly? I was just having fun.” You didn’t raise your voice or anything, you were too tired for this right now.

“Yeah, having fun flirting with my friends!” He, on the other hand, did raise his voice. He started the car and started to drive before continuing. “How do you think that makes me feel, huh? Watching you get all touchy with the guys I work for and with.”

You looked at him confused, “What are you talking about? You were away, I was making conversation.” You huffed out.

“Oh! So because I’m not near you, you have to go for other guys?” In your opinion, he could argue with a wall.

You were too intoxicated and exhausted to argue with him. “David, please. I’ve always been close with them. I didn’t mean any harm though.”

The car trip was silent after that.

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We got to this situation because while coming in, David decided to mutter about being a so-called ‘slut’ for being so close to ‘those guys.’

“Obviously, you’re on something if you’re freaking out because of friendly interactions!” You finally raised your voice when he got inside the house.

“Come on, Y/N! How do you really expect me to act? You, my girlfriend, getting all touchy-feeling with douchebags, my friends.” David threw the keys on the counter before crossing the foyer.

You finally look at him, “You’re being an asshole about touching my friends! Not even romantic touches, it was friendly.” You disputed. You were starting to get choked up by the fact he didn’t believe you.

Dave finally started to notice. He walked over to you and grabbed your face, “Sweetheart, I love you. I just don’t want anything to happen to you..” He trailed off, trying to catch your eyes.

You kept your head down, tears flowing down your face. “You don’t trust me!” You sobbed.

Dave was slowly getting off the adrenaline rush at the same time he was getting to the point of the matter. “I do, I do trust you. I'm sorry.” He kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him and kissed him. Definitely let the drugs and alcohol consume your thoughts.

One thing led to another, and you both rushed to start making out, lips going everywhere. Once you pulled away, you were beginning to walk to the bedroom with shaking legs, but Dave pulled you back like once before.

“Let’s do it here. I’ll take care of you, baby.” He whispered, looking into your eyes. You only nodded as a response, losing the train of thought just by looking into his eyes.

He slowly took off your clothes, taking time to look at you completely. You stared at him wide-eyed the entire time. He was so focused, so driven to make you feel good. Make you feel his love.

You were so deep in thought, that you barely had time to notice he Dave had taken most of your clothes off. Only leaving you in your best pair of underwear you had on for this exact moment. Well, maybe not exactly. Fighting wise.

Taken out of your train of thought by Dave's voice, you basically started to pant like a dog by what he said. "You okay, sweetheart? Do you want me to make you feel better? Lemme make you feel good.." He begged. If you weren't drooling through your pants already, you definitely were now.

You only replied with a frantic nod and that's all he needed. He quickly got rid of the rest of your clothes, probably stretching the lace a bit in the process. He stopped what he was doing to pull away and let his eyes explore your body.

"I want to taste you so bad, is that okay?" He looked into your eyes looking for the answer.

You answered the question by roughly kissing him. "Please, Dave. Please can have me." You pleaded with him, and Dave got on his knees as a response.

He took full control. Putting both hands on your waist, pulling you into his face, taking action fast. You moaned when you first felt his breath on you, barely able to take a full inhale before he had his mouth on you.

He took his time, possibly definitely putting his entire face on your warmth. Your moans got increasingly louder, turning from coos into blatantly saying his name.

You reached your peak at the same time he put his tongue inside your cunt, pushing it in and out. You were practically about to fall onto your knees.

"Oh, Dave.. I'm so close. Baby please, make me cum." You whispered to him in a sultry tone, he only hummed.

If you thought your moans and pleas couldn't get louder, you were wrong. You were basically screaming at this point. Pulling on Dave's thick hair, bringing his mouth closer to your area.

When you finally came, you screamed out his name, pretty sure you woke up the entire neighborhood. Dave pulled out a few moments later, letting you reach your climax.

Once he pulled away from you, he got up. Coming up to you, face-to-face. "Can you forgive me, babe?" He asked, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You giggled with a few pants, "Only if you carry me to bed." You said with a big smile, squealing when you were lifted off the ground and into his arms.

"I love you, Dave England. Even if you can be an asshole."

"I love you too, Y/N."

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i don't think this is what you asked for but i'm happy with it :D hope you enjoyed it! thanks for the request

#this is bad i know you dont have to tell me #jackass imagine #jackass fanfic #jackass x reader #jackass smut #dave england smut #dave england fanfic #dave england #dave england x reader

[nikkiiiscute]

The Man that started it all. Chpt. I - Pt. I (WH HC writing)

Since it's NaNoWriMo, I ain't participating in the competition but I wanna write something anyways lmao

Hi, My name is Nicole "Nikki" Dorelaine (This is NOT my real name), I visited The Playfellow Exhibition to see how my late Grandpa made it so for but I never knew how much of a Terrible person he was and was never the kind man he was remembered to be.

"Aye Nickel, Ya done drawing Poppy?" said my Priya "Yeah, I feel like she's similar to you Priya, I mean Didn't ur grandaunt puppeteered Poppy?" I replied "Like, My grandaunt did share names, hair / feather color and personality. It's kinda like she IS Poppy" said Priya. For me, Poppy seems like an underrated character alongside that Caterpillar dunno his name guy, The tour guide led us to to "The Cast and Crew of Welcome Home!", Priya raised her hand up while jumping and whispering "Mememememe! Pls me!", So the tour guide asked her "Yes, You with the auburn hair?" She shouted out from the back of the small crowd gathering outside the Exhibit Doors "Yeah! I'm actually the Grandniece of Poppy Perdiz, The namesake and puppeteer of Poppy Partridge!" "Oh how wonderful! We have a person that knows a Cast member oooof The Show!" and there she goes strutting to the Exhibit Doors looking like she regretted her decision to do that. What became an Intro to Looking on who were the cast and crew, Became an Interview with my girlfriend, Wooo. After that outta the way, We got in and There was portraits of literally everybody who worked with Playfellow Workshop with Name, Role and If they're dead or alive after the awful Playfellow M4ss4cr3. I was bored by the time we got there and I just wanna go to The gift Shop already, I know full well that in one of those shelves has a Julie plush. "Hey Priya, I'mma stay here for a while, I wanna know more about these people and ur Grandaunt. I feel like she's the nicest woman in the world" I gave a smile as she got dragged away by the crowd and a sea of questions. I went through all the portraits and saw the VA and puppeteer of my fav rainbow monster, Julie. Apparently Grandpa during the humble beginnings of the show, based the characters off of his original crew which is now the cast members. While I'm looking through these wonderful people, I heard...whispers? It sounds just like the voice lines of the characters and I heard "Ah, this is the scumbag that murdered us for 'rEsEaRcH'" from what I think, Sally replied? A soft spoken male voice replied as I turned around to see the cast gathering around a portrait of my Legendary Grandpa while whispering and murmurs can be heard "Yes, I know him. He is Ronald Dorelaine" Before I even blinked, They swiftly turned around and stared at me, it gave me chills as their black eyes go to me. They're actually the cast but, Something... Feels off. It's like the aspects of the puppets were applied on these people There's 4 people that has colorful horn and tail, Theres one with four arms and legs, One mailman lookin guy hiding behind a person with a line around their neck and the most familiar to me was... Ms. Perdiz? "Wait! Aren't you guys the characters there?" I screamed out "I know you're Dorelaine's grandchild and I'm prayin' that you're not like him" said the mailman "What? Nonononono! I am absolutely NOT like him and why are you saying that he killed you? He would never" I spoke out in defense "That's an overused cliche that you would defend your secretly evil grandpa" replied the sunny girl and she speaks again "Take one look at us and what do you see? You see injuries that DID kill us and who else would do that for so called research? Yes, your obsessive grandfather" I didn't know this side of my grandpa, but this woman said it to my face, Then the woman that represented julie said to me "It's okay, That's how I- No, We felt this way when Dorelaine... You know what happened" as everyone there had disbelief as their reactions. I heard the door opened, It was Priya "Niiiiik! you've been there for so long! Thank me for buying that Julie plu-" It felt like her blood froze her in place as she drops the bags

To be Continued lmao

#welcome home #julie joyful #eddie dear #frank frankly #wally darling #welcome home theory #poppy partridge #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #howdy pillar #nanowrimo #fiction writing #writerblr #am writing #original fiction #i am so tired

[thalassous]

*struts over and slides hair behind ear* hey, sorry for stalking u but

YOOURE SO FUCKING UNDERRATED IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING 😭😭😭

YOUR SHAPES?? YOUR COLOURS?? IM OBSESSED WITH UR ARTSTYLEHWINS I SWEARRRR

love from ur new motive xxx 💞💞💞

CHEERS MORE LES MIS MUTUALS!!!!!! OUGH i ADORE your stuff i was so surprised for the lovemail!!!!!! tumblr is so beautiful and good because numbers do not matter it is the people you meet!!!! lovely meeting you >:))))))

#bottle notes #HII HELLOOO SALUT ETC ETC!!! #never and i mean NEVER be afraid to spam like/rb #sending love to my mutuals is my FAVOURITE THING i love putting reblogs in the queue #MWAH MWAH!! <33

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

💜- top 3 favorite lines (From Crushed)

☕️- favorite passage (From Omerta)

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

😅- a line that made you feel second hand embarrassment

💍- your most underrated story

💜- top 3 favorite lines (From Crushed)

Your own romantic pursuits haven’t really gone past the start line.

“Old men can be hot. Rich, at least,” he snickers, “buttercup, you could get a good bag, I’m sure of it.”

You’re drunk as hell and you love it.

☕️- favorite passage (From Omerta)

I always enjoyed Bucky's first little bit:

Bucky stepped back and sidestepped the door. He waited for you to leave first. You did so reluctantly. You entered the showroom, passing between his two henchman as he followed. You sensed him close behind.

“This one,” He said and you stopped short. 

You turned as he strutted over to a statue of a naked woman barely sheathed by a swath of silk. You neared and his eyes roved the full figure of the statue. His finger brushed her hip and he smiled.

“You like it?” He asked.

You drew your brows together and looked at him. You were rarely asked what you thought, merely for a sum.

“I suppose…” You offered. “Though it is chipped along the shoulder.”

He scoffed and shook his head.

“You aren’t much of a salesman,” He remarked. “But you’re right. I think… I’d prefer a different decoration in my home.” He grinned and turned to you. “Something more… lifelike.”

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

From a long awaited sequel:

As Professor Barber dismisses class, you slide your notebook into your bag and hike it up onto your shoulder. At the edge of the row, as usual, you quickly descend as Brownie stays in her seat, waiting and watching her feet. You catch the small glances aimed in her direction from the man behind the podium.

You take out your phone and quickly text Cookie; ‘you got room for one more?’

😅- a line that made you feel second hand embarrassment

“Being normal,” you sidle around him, “bye.” (Classic Bee)

💍- your most underrated story

Candy Coated

[vulpinesaint]

i cannot believe that there’s another adam lambert fan on this site. when you said “if i had you” the song immediately started playing in my head!! he’s so amazing and underrated. and hot

goddddd the effect that adam lambert had on me as a young trans kid. hours of watching the music videos for if i had you and whataya want from me and never close our eyes and better than i know myself in middle school going "why can't i stop thinking about this..." the transsexualism of it all. no fr though he's so iconic!!!! my underappreciated darling of 2000s pop. i think so much about if i had you... every day of my life it is playing in my head and i am thinking about how it is so camp but also so real and also so fantastic and so 2000s and so everything.... cause fr. y'know. got my boots on got the right amount of leather and i'm doing me up with a black colored liner. and i'm working my strut but i know it don't matter. what we need in this world is some love. and also. y'know. girls in stripper heels boys rolling in maseratis. what they need in this world is some love. it's so silly but it's so genuine but it's so of its era but it's so iconic... i've been thinking for the past three days about how to phrase a post along the lines of "i'm like if they synthesized the song if i had you into a human child".... anyway. shout out to gay people for real. what would we do without them. everyone go listen to for your entertainment immediately

#adam lambert fans unite!!!! my middle school icon for real #and my icon now as well. but there's a middle schooler in my chest with their head in their hands going 'i'm just thinking about it...' #also hiiiiiiiiiiii!!! happy to be mutuals haha #ask #for those who have been keeping up with my recent antics. #adam lambert and spike from buffy the vampire slayer as my icons forms a pretty complete picture of why i am the way i am i think 😭 #12/13 year old bracken took a good look at those guys and went 'huh. okay.' and then like. metamorphosized into them dskfgjshd

[oro-e-diamanti]

3-5 for the concert asks, plis 😘

hello😘

3) What was the most recent concert you attended?

The Struts! They played a show here a few weeks ago (two? three maybe?) and they were stunning, they're painfully underrated, especially live

4) Which concert is coming up next for you?

Grandson!!! So excited for this one. Last time I saw him was at a festival last summer and I couldn't see SHIT because people be tall as hell at his gigs for some reason but he's at a good venue this time around and I have high expectations lol

5) Do you prefer intimate arenas or stadium shows?

Intimate, always, always, always! The smaller the better honestly, you can see better, the crowd is more cohesive and the band interaction is so much better, it's much more fun for me personally

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That Time I was All In: Written Review

Less than 24 hours ago I was in a record-breaking event, among 81K other wrestling fans and my first ever live wrestling show. So I'm gonna detail my time at the event in segments. We shall start with the general experience here, and then I will put as many photos as I can put within Tumblr limits (which means I may have to spread it out a few days) that I took from my phone which aren't absolute crap or obscured by flailing hands, signs and foam fingers XD

I will try to pair them in the hashtag #danwhosallin

[pictures p1: Boxpark] [pictures p2: Zero Hour 1] [pictures p3: Zero Hour 2] [pictures p4: Main Card 1] [pictures p5: Main Card 2] [pictures p6: Main Card 3] [pictures p7: Main Card 4] [pictures p8: Main Card 5] [pictures p9: Main Card 6] [pictures p10: Main Card 7] [pictures p11: Misc]

So without further ado, let's talk about my experience.

My journey to Wembley started on Saturday morning. I had purchased to attend the Box Park party, promised to have meet & greet, early access merch and a £10 voucher for food and drink. Problem however is that I don't live too near to London, and I had only ever been to Wembley once for an England football game vs Montenegro - which much to our disappointment was a direly boring 0-0 draw, so I had to leave for a 7:48 train, I came out the wrong stop where it ate up my ticket and had to walk to the box park, and I was met with a familiar British custom.

Queues.

It may be associated with Brits but we fucking hate queuing, we just uphold a level of decorum when it comes to cutting in, this queue was like an advanced game of Snake, every time you went around a bend there was another bend, then right at Wembley rampway there was zigzag queues, you got wristbands then zigzagged more just to get into the building and: more queues!

All this queuing sadly meant I could hear but missed Jericho, Bryan and the Acclaimed addressing the crowd while in the queue, but I made it in for Tony Schiavone - prompted to curse by RJ City, Lethal and Satnam doing Woos, Jarrett struts and a Macho Man impression, Nigel McGuinness doing some Derren Brown magic with Singh and Lethal (picked the smallest woman in the crowd to lift and neither could lift after the trick) and then Jarrett and Karen doing a Q&A. The Q&A was pretty insightful actually, he talked about mental health, a Terry Funk story, Grado teases, his hatred of Hogan, he outwardly confronted a guy who asked Karen who was better in bed between him and Angle. Hobbs was also in the building, I spotted him when queuing to the merch stand, Aubrey was doing an AEW Heels table too and Rosario Grillo & Dean Alexander (The Young Bucks' 'stunt double' were outside taking a break). There was also an action figure box to pose in, and I did a photo with Lethal and Satnam, the dude is fucking massive, I had to pose with 2 other strangers for time reasons and that was it. If I'm honest I probably wouldn't do it again, you queue more than you explore.

That experience led me to arrive to Wembley on Sunday much earlier, I got there about 2:30, an hour before doors will open. I had an overpriced ice cream that would unwittingly be the last thing I ate for 23 hours and slowly soaked in the surroundings; cosplay, various shirts from AEW and other companies (the guy in the Hana Kimura shirt behind commentary was on my train), there were a pair in full Bret and Bulldog cosplay too. I noticed the Cultaholic guys by their logo and they offered to interview me on 4 questions, though I am a little embarrassed by some of my answers, I said that Rey Mysterio was the most underrated wrestler given how much he overcame, which is still a statement I maintain but if I were asked again I would probably say the most underrated is Malenko, a great technician who never got his flowers. Also a slight addendum since while I would have Chad Gable in AEW like I said I'd probably pick Io Shirai ahead of him.

Regardless, a few steps forward soaking things in I found myself in the path of a woman with her phone up dressed in purple, I wasn't sure if it was a vlog or a panoramic picture but then I realised something:

Oh shit that's Emi Sakura

Had I been half a bit braver I probably would've asked her for a photo, but seeing her taking it in as a fan - alongside Lulu, Mei was apparently at the event but I didn't see her - made me reconsider, wrestlers are people too.

Getting into the stadium was weird, they had me queue at Turnstile G, but I had to go all the way to Turnstile C's area to reach the block I'd enter through. The fact that my wristband said 'Pitch Access' made me realise how grossly I had underestimated my closeness to the ring. I just had to soak that in too, I was on the pitch, four rows from ringside! People were still coming in halfway into the pre-show, that just showed how much were coming.

Attending a wrestling event also had its pros and cons. When the Pre-Show started we could only see the matches, all the packages and interviews done by Renee and Kip were not shown to us, which is a major shame and also kept us out of loop such as people cheering far back and not knowing that's RJ interviewing audience members, and even though there's a chance of getting on tv there's also the chance that people with signs and foam fingers will get in the way of your FOV especially when they feel the camera's on them 90% of the time. Security would also keep asking us to sit down at times, something the ringside seats seemed exempt from, meaning anything outside the ring couldn't really be seen unless on a time delay on the screen. I also felt like the bass of the crowd noise wasn't pitchside, we were chanting and loud but not as loud at it would seem on a tv screen, much of that would've came from the stands (given the larger amount of people there) but it made it hard to hear. But on the other side you get to see the downtime stuff too, so we got to cheer for Tony, Justin, Bryce, Aubrey and Hobbs before the cameras rolled, I also spotted Whatculture's Simon Miller to massive surprise (Oku and Leon Slater were also among the security beaten by Miro and Hobbs).

Pre-show was good, but since we were only privy to the matches it was a bit quiet, part of me thought the Hobbs stuff was just for the attendees, it irked me that no women's match was on either; could've put Emi in a 10 woman tag with Nyla, Bunny, Penelope and Taya vs faces like Itoh (since she's facing Nyla for TJPW), Sky Blue, Riho, maybe even Billie and Athena. Or could've just had a 4-way of Ruby, Diamante, Willow and Mercedes Martinez to determine the TBS title contender. Still, people were into it, Grado made his much teased appearance - no Like a Prayer though - Cole and MJF actually won the ROH tag titles, and HOOK and Jack Perry put on a nice little no rules match which saw Jack get scraped up pretty good by the real glass - I only heard about the altercation this morning, I don't really have thoughts on it - but it was a matter that the 2 hours could've offered more wrestling, even if it was unaired matches for the audience not seeing the promos. Mercedes Moné appeared on the tron 3 times, but each time I grabbed my phone to snap a photo the screen moved away, leading to me cursing each time XD Also TK promotions of the Fulham game and Jacksonville Jaguars games were met with loud boos, it was hilarious.

From the main card though it was just all fun and entertainment. Watching wrestling live is a bit slower, but fan engagement does make it more enjoyable. Wembley was 90% Samoa Joe territory, and while that opened the door for some Punk shithousery with Cena and Hogan moves we all knew he was keeping his X Division unofficial belt. In fact the biggest pop he got was simply hovering around a trans rights sign, but make no mistake people are cheering the sign in that case. It surprised me that the Elite matches came straight after, the trios match was good but it never hit full gear, we kept trying to will the Golden Elite on but their momentum often got stifled. That being said, shit does Takeshita and Ibushi hit each other hard, you could see them rattling their opponents, the Gunns were also quite entertaining at ringside but the finish caught us all by surprise. The Bucks/FTR match was good, it was a slow burner and the Bucks' streamers stuck to the scaffolding for the rest of the night but as much as the audience were Anti-Punk and Pro-Kenny they weren't exactly Pro-Bucks either, also chants of 'Please don't shoot me' for Cash was a bit tongue in cheek.

Stadium Stampede may not have been everyone's cup of tea, and alas I didn't get the pleasure of seeing someone obliterated at my feet, but dammit it was one of my favourite matches. The BCC walked down a few rows away from me, but people were swarming to them so I didn't bother trying there. I could spot Kingston up in the stands brawling with Claudio, and while yes there were some botches and unwilling equipment, there were a lot of fun and brutal spots, including Penta hitting some chair shots that did not look like they were protected (maybe a gimmicked chair?). And Eddie is fucking over, that man will destroy the metaphorical roof when he becomes world champion. The women's match was fun too, lots of good wrestling there, however between the Buck's Freddie Mercury gear and Saraya coming out to We Will Rock You I did again think back to Emi Sakura missing out, and other people using her shtick. As much as the crowd loved it I also was a bit let down that Saraya won, because there was little reason to put the title on Shida in the end - and I was really hoping Shida could retain in a PPV in front of a crowd for once - but to their credit they did build Saraya's face turn well in the match, the PTO/Curb Stomp combo to Toni was pretty awesome too.

The Coffin match was fun, I actually expected more interference, but there were a lot of hefty bumps. English Oak tables too sturdy to break once though we'd find, as Sting needed two attempts to send Swerve through it. Sting was a lot of fun here, Swerve was great too and his blue robe was pretty awesome. Jericho/Ospreay though, fuck what a match that was; we have to start considering Ospreay as one the best in the world because he keeps on delivering. I never had doubts that Jericho could put on this performance at the big stage, his snap rana caught me by surprise though, and while he is no Freddie (who is?) his Fozzy entrance was fun, surprised Sammy didn't turn either it felt like we were gonna linger on it. The Trios title was good too, good on Julia - who like the other HoB members rocked the white outfit, and the Bray lantern - for taking a bump too. Wembley loves the Acclaimed but we also loved us some Brody 'woof' King, right result in the end too and maybe a HoB face turn or at least a show of respect, it definitely set us up for the big finale.

And what a finale, fans were high on both but it was Adam Cole who played the heel for most of the match, the absolutely grisly brainbuster on the edge of the steps, but the dramatic tension was palpable throughout. It was the right move not to turn either too, and the draw fakeout too was great for fan engagement, we ate it all up, and news that they'll come back next year was met with much approval and confetti - some of which I grabbed for keepsakes. TK even came into the ring to close the night, no boos there.

After the show I hovered around to find Simon Miller's live Ups & Downs show, you can only see me briefly because we were all squished like sardines, the girls chanting for Willow was by my suggestion though, but after the recording Simon was nice enough to see us all and to do photos. It was a late and long travel back because it was a lot of last calls for trains (last calls that lasted 2 minutes), very tight, very warm, then I slept for 5 hours XD Airbeds suck y'know?

So yeah, a long weekend but a great show. Even the best show isn't perfect of course but that doesn't subtract it from being great. All in 2024 will be different however, the first time can carry on being the first time, but the second will depend on the card. But the fans were still great, signs and obstruction aside it's not like they mean it, many of them were very friendly, so it was all a good time.

Match of the Night: For me it's the main event just edging Stadium Stampede and Ospreay/Jericho, the story won out in investment Best Entrance: Jericho with the Fozzy entrance for me, Saraya's was nice with her family and Jack Perry in the limo was decent but Jericho takes the best one easily Best Attire: Toughest one to pick because of how many good ones there were but the one that stuck with me was Swerve's blue robe Best Performance: Ospreay for wrestling, Cole and MJF for storytelling Spot of the Night: Adam Cole's Brainbuster on MJF on the steps, it was a spot where you had to be inch perfect because it was right on the line of the steps, and MJF sold it like he was murdered

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I think I found a new fave queen song but I gotta relisten bass had me captivated I didn't hear the rest will keep you posted 🌼

IMMACULATE TASTE fight from the inside is so underrated and probably my favorite roger song off the top of my head. the bass goes crazy the vocals go crazy it makes me want to strut down the street like a model it is so good. congrats on making it through notw I’m gonna go back and read your liveblogs 🌼

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