#wish i could afford tickets lol

[kyuala]

damn i wish i was rich so i could go see ateez w my friends

#i know like 10 ppl who r going to go see them :( #but even though i like them im not a fan and i know like. 7 songs from the setlist #which wouldnt be a problem at all if the tickets werent over 200 bucks for the furthest seats from the stage #its not the kind of money i can afford to spend on a group i dont stan knowing artists i like could announce concerts here any moment now #and knowing my family and i could need this money also so #which sucks bc like i said i do like the group and i enjoy their performances and i wish i could experience that w my friends #but i make minimum wage lol so #ugh i just wish i was like a heir or something #or just that i had this kind of money to spend rn i wouldnt even have to be rich :/ #kinda upset abt this but i'll just comfort myself hoping artists i stan will come soon ig #mari.txt

[rosicheeks]

hey, I hope you know it’s all gonna work out. you have a lot more time than you think to figure things out, and as rough as things are they can’t stay that way forever. so… keep it up, rosie. i’m still always rooting for you. and, a little selfishly, i want nothing more than to hold you close and remind you over and over that you’re a wonderful person and it’ll be okay. i think we’d both sleep a little easier like that, but plane tickets are expensive, so sending this message across however many hundreds of miles will have to do. regardless, i hope this makes you smile, just a little, because you deserve a little extra happiness. have a good night, hon 💖 take care, and get some rest if you can. you deserve it 💗💖💗💖

-🌸 (got sleepy and sappy again)

#me and you??? you and me?????? us??????? #not sure who is who tbh #but i needed this so much today #I know you sent this awhile ago and i smiled so much when I first read it #but reading it tonight made me cry a bit #thank you so much my sweet flower 🌸 #you are the sweetest #I wish we could just hold each other and fight off all the negative thoughts and energy #just be warm and surrounded with love #but you’re right plane tickets are damn expensive and I can’t even afford food lol #I just hope you feel all the warmth I send you #I’m always sending you love and hugs and kisses and positive thoughts and vibes #ily 😘🫶 #ask #🌸 anon #fav asks #cute asks #keep close to my heart asks

[jotx]

opening sign ups for somebody to be my awesome boyfriend and see me screaming and puking about DAISY disbanding and having two shows left way too close to my birthday for them to be like “damn ok i guess i know what their birthday gift is.gonna be”

#tickets to the concerts themsleves will probably be like super cheap but the plane.............sigh. #wish my job could pay me faster -_- i could mayyyybe afford it if i try hard enough #or i could just ask for this as a bday gift to my family LOL

[brittle-doughie]

CRK Twitter is shitposting again. Also might be using a different writing format for these shorts lol

The six of you were all aboard the Red Velvet Dragon, there was a new movie playing very soon and you all have to get there before a large line forms.

You: *sighs*

This irritated Pomegranate Cookie, how dare Affogato Cookie keep her Master and Lord/Lady waiting.

Pomegranate: Where is Affogato Cookie? He’s testing me and my Lord’s/Lady’s patience…

Licorice: He said he had to do his makeup or something before we left.

Dark Choco: It’s been 15 minutes.

Pomegranate: It’s a simple movie showing, I fail to see the need to try and woo my Lord/Lady at this occasion.

This statement ended up just making Pomegranate even more irritated, the scowl on her face worsening. You could sense it, so you try to change the subject to something that needed to be addressed.

You: So why was it the Barbie movie again?

Dark Enchantress: It was done by the draw of a slip of paper in a hat…

You: And who placed that suggestion in there?

Pomegranate: ….

Dark Choco: ….

Licorice: ….

Poison Mushroom: Licorice Cookie, I saw you place it in the hat-

Licorice: WHA-NO! I saw you write it and put in the hat! Why would I want to watch a movie around Barbie?! PAH!

Pomegranate: Are you lying to them?

Licorice: I’m not, I SWEAR! Y/N Cookie, you believe me, right?!

You: I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Pomegranate: Be grateful for their generosity, Licorice Cookie.

Licorice: Phew…

Dark Enchantress: It’s rather unfortunate that Red Velvet Cookie will not be joining us.

You: The theater doesn’t allow pets, he’s not going anywhere without Chiffon. So Dark Choco gets his ticket.

Poison Mushroom: Dark Choco is back yaaaayyyy

Licorice: I still don’t get why it had to be the traitor prince himself though-AAH!

Licorice is spooked when Dark Choco Cookie brandished his sword in front of him.

Dark Choco: Watch your words…

Dark Enchantress: Oh hush with your arguing, remember who paid for these tickets..

Licorice: Me!

Pomegranate: You could barely afford your own, again it was the generosity of my Lord/Lady to pay for all of us…

Licorice: That’s 1/6th, still counts as a portion of it.

You: It’s nothing, you can pick up on a lot of coins if you know where to look.

Pomegranate: May I get the seat next to you, my Lord/Lady? Between you and my Master?

Pomegranate fantasized being seated between you and Dark Enchantress Cookie, she imagines as you wrap an arm around her to bring her close. She sighs contentedly at the prospect.

Licorice: I’ve worked hard, lemme get the seat next to them!

Pomegranate: What?

Poison Mushroom: You’ll sit next to me, Y/N Cookie, rrrright?

Dark Choco: Their soul is already corrupted enough, I will get the seat.

Pomegranate: Let a traitor sit next to my Lord/Lady? I will not allow that! My efforts far exceed your own, Licorice Cookie!

Licorice: You always get cozy with our Lord/Lady, it’s bad enough that you always seem to follow them around. Let me relish this.

Dark Choco: You two get to be around Y/N Cookie more often, this movie may be the only time I get to be close to them.

Pomegranate: I get the seat next to them and that is the end of the story.

Licorice: You wish!

Dark Choco: Stubborn fools!

Dark Enchantress: Enough, all of you!

Affogato: Apologies for being late, I had to make sure I look dazzling for the occasion. Especially when I’m seated next to my Lord/Lady.

Everyone: What?

Dark Enchantress: The seats are designated by the purchase and Affogato got the one next to Y/N Cookie. I’m not even seated next to them. A load of rubbish is what I’m seeing

The whole ride to the movies was Affogato, smug as a cat, cuddled to your side as he completely ignores the burning glares of 4 cookies, Poison Mushroom was just bummed out :(

#cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cr kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crob x reader #cr ovenbreak #pomegranate cookie #licorice cookie #dark choco cookie #affogato cookie #dark enchantress cookie #poison mushroom cookie

[danaewrites]

Helmet Over Heels

part ii: metal man with a backup plan

din djarin x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 6.4k

summary:  When your path literally collides with a beskar-covered Mandalorian one night, neither of you expect how that meeting will irreversibly change the trajectory of your lives. 

You’re pulled into his powerful orbit, agreeing to take care of his son in exchange for adventure and freedom– when he’s not off hunting bounties and inadvertently saving villages in need, that is. It’s the perfect plan. Or it would be, if only your quiet crush on the man would stop growing into something more with every hour you spend together. There’s no way he’d ever feel the same, right?

And Din? Well, he’s been trying (and failing) to convince himself that he’s not completely helmet over heels for you since day one. But a Mandalorian can only repress his emotions for so long…

(This fic takes place sometime after Season 2. Din’s back on his bounty-hunting business with a Razor Crest that was never destroyed and an adorable green sidekick who won’t stop chewing on its wires.)

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, slow-ish burn, nicknames, touch-starved din djarin and fem!reader, canon-compliant through season 2 and then Jesus takes the wheel :P

author's notes:

i think this fic set a writing record for me lol (10.2k words in two weeks? with a regular posting schedule?! unheard of!) many more chapters to come... i have so much planned for these two <3

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii coming soon!

You didn’t see the Mandalorian again for weeks.

You weren’t missing him, exactly. Sure, the droning noise of your coworkers’ voices seemed just a bit more dull in comparison to the baby’s sweet giggles, and Maker knew none of your regulars were ever up for lively banter, but rule number one in this galaxy was to never get too attached. Especially to mysterious strangers who left quicker than you could say ‘mudscuffer’ and more likely than not would stay gone. Despite knowing that, your foolish imagination hadn’t received the memo, and you kept finding yourself wondering what the beskar-plated man and his tiny son were doing somewhere out there in space. His ship must have been fixed, since you hadn’t seen any unfamiliar spacecraft when you strolled past Sanna’s shop the other day. In a temporary moment of weakness, you wished you knew what it looked like so you could casually fish for information about it from off-planet travelers at the cantina. Then again, asking questions could bring unwanted attention to the odd pair, so perhaps it was better for all of you that your curiosities remained unsolved. 

You’d woken up the morning after the storm to an empty cantina with every doorway blocked by two metres of snow. You weren’t sure how he’d managed to get out without disturbing the squeaky hinges of the shutters, but the Mandalorian had left the place completely untouched except for the bag of credits–far heavier than you deserved– on the bar. Your eyes had widened to the size of the two empty soup bowls next to it when you counted how much was in the pouch. Kriff, what sort of cosmic royalty was he, with this much money to spare on a cantina waitress? You remembered the bright glint of his armor in the moonlight, belatedly recognizing the characteristic sign of pure-cast metal. Beskar alloys were far from cheap, but pure beskar? If you had so much as a thimble-sized piece of it, you could afford passage off this planet fifteen times over. You huffed out a breath, shaking your head with a tiny smile. Well, that meant that he definitely still had enough saved to take care of the kid after his not-so-small gift, so you grudgingly allowed yourself to enjoy having a few extra credits for once.

The credits he’d left you weren’t enough to buy a ride off-world, but they’d pay for this month’s heating bill and a nicer set of clothes while you put the rest of your paycheck towards a future ticket. The extra money emboldened you to go shopping for the first time since you arrived on Nath– which was why you were currently weaving through the narrow streets of the Solstice Market, hoping to find a decent textile shop amongst the booths that lined this alley. You brushed past the promenade of young couples holding hands despite the cold (as well as significantly more haggard-looking spouses holding pouty children), awed by how the bright colours and loud haggling around you seemed to brighten Nath’s dreary atmosphere for a moment.

Your steps slowed to an abrupt stop as you heard a quiet chiming coming from your left. You turned to see a pocket-sized holospeaker sitting on a rickety display table, shaped like a mildly deformed egg and covered in twisting silver filigree. The booth worker looked hopeful as you eyed the far more impressive–and expensive–metalworks arranged in front of the small item, but quickly slumped back to dazed boredom as your fingers traced the rounded object instead. The speaker was dented and each note vibrated for slightly too long, but the melody it produced reminded you of the Odalian lullabies your mother had sung to you as a child. Stars, you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed her voice, soothing you with ballads of true love and tragedy until you fell asleep with the stories etched into your dreams. You blinked back the water that threatened to fill your eyes as you hummed along to the soft music, love and grief welling up between your ribs with a gentle ache. 

That was how the Mandalorian found you– eyes half-closed, your head gently bent toward the tiny instrument. You were so lost in your memories that you didn’t register his awkward presence until a tiny green hand poked your side. You gasped, instincts learned from years of working in a rowdy cantina kicking in as you reflexively threw a punch at the offending party. The Mandalorian immediately shifted to shield the giggling child, a move that was good for the kid’s health but rather unfortunate for your knuckles. 

“Kriff, metal man, you could’ve said something,” you wheezed out, rubbing your throbbing hand where it’d met unforgiving beskar. The kid gurgled happily up at you from his position in the bag. Apparently, your newest injury was the most amusing thing he’d seen all day. 

You pouted exaggeratedly at him, reaching to ruffle the wiry hair that floated above his floppy ears with affection. “Sorry about that, bug. Didn’t think I’d see you again,” you spoke softly, giving his very shiny father a subtle once-over in the daylight. The Mandalorian was taller and broader than you’d remembered from that dark night in the cantina– something that definitely did not cause your stomach to twist with interest. His armor appeared to have been polished sometime recently, and you stole a moment to admire the pride with which he wore the gleaming beskar. The effort he’d put in to maintain the parts of his appearance that were visible to the outside world was obvious (and strangely attractive, if you were being honest.) You briefly wondered whether he was as well-kept underneath the armor, but realized your mistake when that question brought a whole host of dangerous ideas to mind. Stars, why did you continually do this to yourself? You immediately shoved any daydreams of what he might look like behind that helmet somewhere far, far away lest a traitorous flush reappear on your cheeks. 

“I need to talk to you,” the Mandalorian in question stated, distracting you from your quickly-spiraling thoughts. You glanced up at him inquisitively but allowed him to steer you away from the busy crowds. 

“Nice to see you, too,” you grumbled once you had reached a reasonable distance away from the market. “What happened to hello, how are you, sorry I left and didn’t even leave a note saying how I got past the shutter locks.”

The Mandalorian turned to face you, cocking his head. “I left you the credits, didn’t I?”

You opened your mouth, retort poised on the tip of your tongue, but then thought better of it. Probably not a good idea to risk the generosity that brought you to this market in the first place. “Okay, you win that one.” 

The Mandalorian ignored your rare moment of surrender, rolling his shoulders back and stepping closer to you in a fluid movement that had more of an effect on you than you wanted to admit. “I need you to look after the kid.”

O-kayy then. Straight to business. 

“I have a job here, I can’t take him with me– it's too dangerous.” 

“A job?” Your brows furrowed as you considered what work he could possibly be doing here. People here either worked in the ice fishing huts or in one of Nath’s many depressingly ugly oil processing factories, and neither of those occupations seemed right for the intimidating man in front of you. You crossed your arms, only partially teasing. “You mean you have things to do besides scaring innocent waitresses half-out of their skin?”

The Mandalorian scanned the area around you, then subtly pulled a small metal object out of the leather holster slung around his hips. You leaned over to see the unmistakable blinking red light of a tracking fob resting in the palm of his dark glove. 

Oh. That explained the money, then. Bounty hunting— through the Guild, if the emblem on the device was anything to go by— had shot up in popularity after the Empire fell and the New Republic needed good mercenaries to capture the remaining Imperial loyalists. You’d bet a decent amount of credits that this hunter wouldn’t balk at capturing a few Imps, with the way he’d spat out the name of the Empire as if it poisoned him when you first met. Personal vendetta or not, you respected anyone who was brave enough to give them the justice they deserved for the destruction their reign had brought to the galaxy. 

You bit your lip, considering. You had already made up your mind to take care of the child when he suggested it, but he didn’t need to know that. “How long would you need to leave him with me for?”

“A day, at most. Shouldn’t take too long, I’ve been stalking the quarry for a while.” The Mandalorian continued. “I can pay you well for your time.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You still owe me a story, you know.” Bending over, you reached into the Mandalorian’s bag and gently picked up the child, careful not to snag his tiny tunic on the metal clasps. “C’mere, bug. Looks like you and I are going to get to know each other.”

A thought popped into your head as you stared down at the small green baby. “Does he have a name?” 

The armored man in front of you spoke with gruff pride, “His name is Grogu.” He seemed unexpectedly pleased at your question; you supposed he didn’t have many opportunities to talk about his son very often, with the literal wall his armor created in social interactions.

You watched in surprise as Grogu twisted towards the Mandalorian at the sound of his voice, cooing happily. “You like the sound of your name, huh?” Clearly, the kid adored him, and for good reason. The stoic warrior had an obvious soft spot for the little guy.

Speaking of which… You eyed the man in front of you. “You know, it’s generally polite to have introduced yourself by now, metal man. It’s getting a little weird to keep thinking of you as The Big, Nameless Suit of Beskar,” you teased. 

You beamed up at him innocently and spoke your name, extending your hand towards him. “See? Not so hard. Now it’s your turn,” you explained slowly, as if you were trying to teach a toddler to sound out the alphabet. 

After several tortuously long seconds, during which your outstretched hand began to waver slightly, he finally responded. “Most people just call me Mando.” 

You dropped your arm, flexing your fingers. Ah, well, you could work on the handshake bit later. “Mando.” You hummed at the way the name easily rolled off your tongue, absently registering how the man stiffened at the lilting sound. “Not as scary as the outfit, but it’ll have to do.”

The M–Mando shrugged off the strange, momentary stillness that had possessed him and began retreating closer to the throng of marketgoers. “You’ll be alright with the kid?”

You rolled your eyes, affirming your ability to take care of Grogu while he handled business. Mando gave a quick nod and turned, preparing to leave. You took the moment to swipe the holospeaker out of the child’s hands– how had he gotten ahold of that?– and scanned the market for a booth that he might like. You still couldn’t find a textile shop in your line of sight, but you noticed a tiny arts and crafts area that seemed perfect for him to play in. 

You looked up to find the Mandalorian still standing nearby, helmet tilted towards you as he paused. “For your.. story. He likes shiny toys– he’s always unscrewing bits of the ship to play with when I’m not looking.” He pulled a small metal ball out of his holster and tossed it over to you. “This is his favorite.”

You turned the sphere over in your hand, smiling as the baby immediately reached for it. “I wonder why,” you mused, giving his silver-plated father a pointed look. “Must remind him of somebody.” 

Mando huffed a surprised laugh out through the modulator, helmet angled with new interest in the green child deeply entranced by the reflective surface of the ball. “Never thought of it like that before,” he muttered as he walked away, sparing you a short wave before he disappeared in the crowd.

You watched him go with a poorly-hidden grin, balancing Grogu on your hip as you navigated a path back into the market. “Alright, bug, let’s go have some fun.”

***

You spent the rest of the afternoon browsing countless booths with your charge, picking up little trinkets here and there. You eventually left with a respectable amount of merchandise– a pad of paper and coloring supplies for Grogu, a new tunic set, and even a sachet of Hothberry tea leaves that were rumored to keep one warm for hours after just one sip. Nothing for Mando, although the thought had crossed your mind more than once. You began your return home, carrying the cooing green child under streetlamps that twinkled warmly as the sky gradually darkened. He’d behaved so well all afternoon that you gave in and bought a sweetgrain scone to share on the long walk back.

You spent very few minutes setting your purchases in your rental pod upon your arrival. Grogu was getting fussy despite the snack, and you realized that Mando had never told you a meeting place where he’d pick him up. You decided to just bring Grogu along to your evening shift at the cantina, since that would likely be the first place he’d look and you didn’t want to be blamed for disappearing with his child. Sure enough, the Mandalorian showed up soon after the sun sunk beneath the icy horizon with another bag of credits and armor that was slightly more scuffed than the last time you’d seen it. You smiled, handing him his sleepy but satisfied son and the art supplies you’d picked up.

Mando had stared at the bundle of gifts for longer than necessary and for a moment you worried that you had offended him somehow. When he looked back at you, though, your fears were calmed by his intensely genuine tone. “Thank you. That was thoughtful of you.” He carefully placed the items in his bag. You smiled as he tried– and failed– to wrest the metal ball from Grogu’s tiny hands, despite the child looking seconds from passing out.  

Your eyes darted to the gradually cooling bowl of soup in front of him, which hadn’t been touched since he sat down. You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Is, um, something wrong with the food? Because I didn’t see you touch it last time, and I can make something else if you need, but.. you have to tell me.”

The Mandalorian remained silent, and you doubted whether he had heard your small-voiced question when he finally spoke. “I cannot remove my helmet in front of others. It is the Way,” he explained carefully, watching your response. 

Your eyes widened in comprehension as you considered his statement. The library datapad had frustratingly little information on Mandalorian culture, and you’d never heard of this rule until now. If he couldn’t remove the helmet… how long had it been since he had the chance to eat or drink without the kid nearby? Between taking care of Grogu and tracking bounties, you assumed that there was very little time for him to find a secluded area to remove the beskar. You nodded decisively to yourself, grabbing his soup bowl and motioning for him to follow you. 

“What are you doing?” His voice was curious, alert but not apprehensive of your actions.

You swiveled to face him, keys dangling from one hand and a focused expression on your face. “We have a storage room for the non-perishable food back here. If you want to eat there, I can make sure that no one comes in for a while,” you explained, leading him to a cramped, dimly lit room with pallets of sandgrain flour forming a makeshift table next to a small folding chair.

“Is this.. okay?” You spoke hesitantly when he stilled at your words. Kriff, you hoped you hadn’t implied something insulting when you’d unthinkingly offered the room. You grimaced as your brain kicked into overdrive, spinning like a frightened sand massif at the first possibility of a mistake. 

“I know it’s small, and I understand if you’d rather—”

“It’s perfect,” Mando interrupted you, stumbling slightly over the rushed words. “There are– many who would try to remove my helmet.” His voice lowered, edged slightly with wonder. “Thank you for allowing me to maintain my Creed.” 

He stood there for a moment, helmet tilted intently down at you. His hands lingered for a fraction of a second, tough leather brushing powder-soft skin as he gently set Grogu in your arms. When he shut the door, you leaned against the doorframe as quietly as you could, still feeling the ghost of his touch on the hands pressed to your heated cheeks.

***

And so you fell into a routine: every few weeks, Mando would come by with the kid and leave him with you for a few hours while he tracked down another bounty. When he returned, you’d invite him into the back for a warm meal, allowing him to eat alone in peace for a few minutes while Grogu thawed the icy hearts of your patrons with his mischievous coos. He always arrived after nightfall and never spent longer than an hour in the cantina. Well, except for the one time he’d accidentally fallen asleep in the small room. You’d gone to check on him once you finally cleared out the evening’s customers. It was clear that he’d been napping by his scratchy, startled response when you knocked softly on the door– emphasized even more by his embarrassed posture when he exited. Privately, you thought it was rather endearing, so you chose not to tease him about the momentary lapse in consciousness. 

You’d gotten used to his schedule, your semi-frequent meetings becoming a habit you were quite fond of maintaining. So when you didn’t see Mando for several weeks longer than predicted, you began to feel worried. Your heart twinged at the thought that maybe he’d found someone more interesting than a cantina waitress to look after Grogu, someone who didn’t live on an icy prison planet a parsec removed from civilization. And yet– Mando hadn’t hinted that he’d be stopping his visits, and his job was dangerous and unpredictable. Your mind swam with visions of him spiraling through space, unconscious and battered, ship engines sputtering out flame. You started taking earlier shifts at the cantina, pushing down thoughts of him before they ate at you more than they should for a casual acquaintance. 

Which is why you were shocked when Mando appeared in the doorway one afternoon, silhouetted by the bright daytime sun for the first time.

A momentary hush descended upon the cantina, quickly turning into a roar of nervous chatter when the imposing beskar figure sat down at the end of the bar. You muttered an excuse to your coworkers and rushed over, trying to look casual as you scanned his armor. It looked considerably worse than it had the last time you saw him, scuffed and covered in frozen mud– but his movements didn’t seem impaired by injury. You let out a tiny huff of relief, the sound catching the attention of the Mandalorian. 

He nodded at you, straightening. You sent him a small smile as you tossed him the cantina menu. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” you said, as casually as you could manage. 

“Miss me?” You couldn’t see his face, but you would bet every credit of your tips today that he was smirking under that kriffing helmet. You gaped at him, then recovered yourself with a haughty toss of your head, letting your hair fall in a curtain before your face so he wouldn’t see your flustered expression. 

“Don’t know why I would. I only tolerate you for your son, you know,” you sniffed, placing your hands on your hips. 

He let out a surprised, genuine laugh at that, and your face warmed at the deep sound. You felt a heady rush of pride at being able to pull the reaction from the normally reserved man, fighting the desire to do whatever it took to hear it again. You quickly brushed that thought aside, however, when you took in the empty bag slung across his torso, frowning at the noticeable absence of Grogu’s big ears. 

The Mandalorian followed your trailing glance. “I don’t have the kid,” he said, tone edged with a hint of frustration as he adjusted his gloves. “Kriffing Imps,” he muttered.

You paled. Imperials? “Is he–”

Mando’s helmet snapped up at the panicked tone of your voice. “No, he’s safe. Left him with a friend,” he explained. “Someone’s been following me on this bounty— maybe another Imperial remnant. Didn’t want to risk him.”

Tension bled out of your posture at his words, but your eyebrows remained knit together in confusion. “So if you’re not here to drop off the kid…” you started slowly. “What brings you back to Nath? Since you obviously didn’t stop by just to say hello,” you asked, giving him a pointed look. 

Mando tilted his head in acknowledgement. Apparently, that was the closest thing you were getting to an apology. Oh, well.

“Wish I knew,” he muttered. “Chased the quarry across the galaxy for weeks, don’t know why he stopped here when there’s more populated places. It’s like he wants to be found.”

You sucked in your bottom lip, absentmindedly scrubbing at a sticky puddle of spotchka on the counter. “You think it’s a trap?”

He gave a small shrug, subtly flicking something on his helmet and scanning the room. “Not sure.” He turned back to you, posture tensed. “Somethin’ doesn’t feel right, though. Keep your eyes open and get out if there’s trouble.”

You nodded, wiping a pair of dusty glasses to make it look like you were doing something more than eyeing the half-full cantina with hidden trepidation. You felt it too– the strange quiet of the wind brushing past the shutters, the way your hair stood up on your skin. 

Minutes later, a Trandoshan sauntered into the cantina and took the seat beside Mando, who immediately stilled. He grinned lecherously at you, motioning for a drink. You poured a glass of spotchka and handed it over, grimacing at the feeling of his eyes trailing down your torso like cold slime. “Thanks, honey,” he drawled, scaly hand scraping your wrist in a menacing caress. You stiffened, but chose not to respond, focusing back on the dishes. This wasn’t the first time you’d been harassed by a customer, but until now no one had dared to do so in front of the beskar-clad man sitting in front of you. Your frequent proximity to the intimidating figure seemed to cow the usual crowd into something adjacent to manners– something you missed during the weeks he was away. 

“Heard you were looking for me,” he spoke affably to the Mandalorian beside him. The hulking lizard raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, smirking. Mando remained silent, hands tightened around his glass, and you wondered why he hadn’t already tied up the bounty and left. The Trandoshan’s sly confidence around his hunter made you shift uneasily. Something was very, very wrong.

“See, I got a lot of credits, and you seem reasonable,” the Trandoshan spoke casually. “I know the bounty’s not worth what I can offer you, so how about we make a deal?”

Mando shifted slightly, the beskar plate on his forearm glinting. “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold. Your choice.” His voice sounded through the modulator, deep and calm with a predator’s poise. “How’s that for a deal?”

The Trandoshan let out a harsh laugh. “Shame you wouldn’t bargain,” he said with mock regret. He twisted his hand up in the air, and you watched as nine more Trandoshans slunk out of the shadows of the cantina booths. The rest of the patrons quieted as they watched the tense scene, the smart ones making their excuses and leaving in a hurry. You were no stranger to bar fights, but they’d never escalated past a couple of drunken punches and a firm boot to the curb for all involved. This one, though… it seemed like it might get deadly.

“My friends and I’ve heard something about a Mandalorian bounty hunter. One who’s got a nice, fat Imperial price tag on his head,” he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. “Think that’d be a fair replacement for mine.” 

Mando turned his helmet oh-so-slightly towards you, making the tiniest nod towards the door. Go, he seemed to be telling you, and you inched towards the kitchen–

Your breath caught in your throat as you eyed the lizards closing in around him. You were sure he was a seasoned warrior, but ten armored adversaries at once seemed a little much for one person. You couldn’t help him fight, but… maybe you could distract them long enough for him to gain the element of surprise.

Before you could talk yourself out of your quickly-made plan, you grabbed a tulip-shaped flute of algarine bubbly and stepped up to the orange Tradoshan you’d served earlier with a coquettish smile. “On the house,” you said, passing him the glass with a bat of your lashes you hoped came across as sincere. You felt ill at the way his eyes rested greedily on the sliver of your chest exposed by your lean across the bar, but it appeared that you’d momentarily distracted him. If only you could get his friends’ attention, too… 

You glanced around, searching for anything you could use to cause a scene– pointedly ignoring the way Mando’s gloved hands twitched at your movement closer to the dangerous humanoid. Trust me, you mentally pleaded with him. I’m trying to help.

Your eyes finally fell on the spotchka situated uncomfortably close to your elbow. Perfect. You gave the Trandoshan a ditzy giggle, swaying like you were entranced by his gaze as you quickly jabbed the large pitcher. You gasped in fake horror as it shattered, spraying alcohol over most of the floor and onto the three closest lizards. The group swiveled at the disruption, venomous glares shifting to you instead of the armored man they were gathered around. 

“Oops,” you smiled, sugary-sweet and innocent. “Sorry, honey.”

And then Mando did something with his arm, flexing out his vambrace in a motion so quick you didn’t register it until flames shot across the alcohol on the bar and onto the scales of the Tradoshans. He immediately snapped into action as they roared in shocked pain, twisting and shooting as they fell one at a time. You admired his agile form for a moment, awed by how precise his movements were, how easily he moved into the flow of fighting like it was a second skin. A moment too long, it seemed, because you snapped your gaze away from Mando to see the orange Tradoshan bearing down on you. 

“Fucking bitch,” he hissed, eyes bulging with hatred as he lunged across the counter. Your eyes widened as you ducked backwards, intending to stumble into the safety of the kitchen but slamming into the unforgiving wall instead. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you chided yourself, stomach dropping as you scrambled to get your bearings through the surge of pain paralyzing your muscles. You didn’t know how to fight–should’ve run for cover the minute the spotchka hit the floor, honestly– and instead you just stood there like a kriffing nerf herder. 

You cried out at the impact of the Tradoshan’s sharply-scaled fist scraping your cheek, gasping and flinching away from the hit you were sure would land next between your ribs. He hissed at you through jagged teeth, sour breath like acid on your face. He cocked his blaster and you twisted yourself, preparing to launch into one final, defiant attack–

A blur of silver slammed into the orange lizard, knocking him off of you with a violent crash. You heard his bony nose break with a crack, followed by what sounded like an entire charge cartridge’s worth of blaster shots. You pushed yourself off the floor, wincing at the throb of pain that echoed at your temples but steeling yourself to get up nonetheless. Your mouth parted at the sight of the cantina, booths ablaze and blaster shots ringing through the smoky air.

Mando shouted your name over the commotion, sharp and intense. “Are you–”

“Fine. I’m fine,” you wheezed out in a relieved sob as he made his way over to you. “We need to go, the fire–”

“I know,” he muttered as he hooked an arm around your torso and dragged you behind a countertop, shielding you with his armor. “They’ve blocked the doors. Windows, too– I got seven of them, but the others are trying to burn us out.” 

“Please tell me you have a backup plan,” you begged, narrowly avoiding a stray charge that chipped the already-fragile cabinet. It would only be a matter of minutes before your feeble cover fell, and you didn’t feel like waiting around for more Tradoshans to show up.

The Mandalorian shrugged, gesturing to the fireplace in front of you. “It worked the first time.”

Your jaw dropped, anxiety momentarily forgotten. “Metal man. Are you saying that on your first night here… you left through the chimney?!”

“It’s very comfortable,” was all he said as he swung you over onto the hearth, casually shooting backwards at the face of a Trandoshan peering through a crack in the cantina door. From the muffled sound of something hitting the steps, his aim was flawless.

You gaped at him, speechless with disbelief. Was he… teasing you? If he was trying to distract you from the pain shooting across your face, it was definitely working. “Oh, no, everything’s fine, I’m just escaping a crime scene with an apparent madman,” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head at the absurdity of the situation. “Don’t know how I could’ve missed the simplest way out of here.”

No wonder you hadn’t woken up when he left– he hadn’t so much as touched the very reasonable idea of opening the shutters to get out. No, the kriffing chimney was the most obvious next step. With that kind of creativity, you supposed it made sense that he’d stayed alive in the bounty hunting business for so long. The mental image of the big, stoic Mandalorian inching his way up the vertical corridor with a little green accomplice on his back–combined with the general chaos of the last half hour–quickly became more than you could handle. You allowed yourself a moment of hysteria before sliding into the fireplace, head tilting back as you viewed the long, long passageway above.

***

Comfortable, my arse. You panted, some ten minutes later, sweat streaming down your face as you struggled to keep a solid grip on the sooty brick around you. The climb was not as amusing as you’d previously thought. Maybe you’d manage better if you had a grappling gun hidden in your forearm and boots with climbing spikes, like the beskar-plated man behind you. Right now, though, all you had were your worn-through work shoes and a hacking cough from all the smoke rising up to you from the wreck of the cantina below. 

“Come on,” you muttered, willing yourself to scoot up another meter despite your quickly fatiguing thigh muscles. How tall was this chimney, anyway? It felt like you’d been climbing for miles, but maybe that was just your poor endurance talking. 

“You doing okay?” Mando called up to you, grunting slightly at the weight of the Trandoshan bounty around his shoulders. There was no way you’d let him try to carry you too, though you knew he’d offer if you faltered. You screwed up your face in concentration, muttering something resembling an affirmation as you focused on shifting higher and higher until you finally, blissfully reached the top.

You let out a small whoop of success, collapsing on the roof as Mando pulled himself up behind you. “Thought I’d never make it out of there,” you beamed up at him. Your relieved smile faded as you took in his still-tensed posture as he looked off the edge of the roof. 

“What is it?”

He turned back toward you, setting the Tradoshan’s body down with a thunk. “They’re setting detonators around the building,” he spoke, his modulated baritone rough and distracted as he fiddled with a heavy metal backpack beneath his cloak. 

You swallowed thickly, closing your eyes for a moment as you fought to suppress the panic that rose up at his words. When you opened them, he’d shoved the Tradoshan onto the roof of the building next door, which was a safe distance away from the flames but remarkably jagged. You eyed the area, wondering if his plan was to crouch there and pray that the shrapnel from the explosion would miss the two of you. 

Mando walked over, motioning for you to get up. You got back on your feet, slightly dizzy from the smoke as you stumbled over to him. 

“Need you to hold on to me,” he muttered awkwardly, extending an arm. You gaped at him, utterly confused at the uncharacteristic action. How was clinging to him like a baby womp rat supposed to get you out of here before the building crumbled? 

Still, you stepped closer to him and tentatively wrapped your hand around his vambrace. You made a tiny noise of surprise as he tugged you into his chest, your arms instinctively wrapping around his broad torso. You ducked your head, glad that he couldn’t see your flaming face from this angle. Yep, that touch starvation was definitely doing a number on you. You could feel the rise and fall of his breaths, his chest surprisingly warm underneath the cool beskar plates that protected it— and stars, none of that was doing anything to lessen your little crush. 

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, and you quickly complied. Seconds after you’d scrunched your face up in concentration, you felt a tug in your stomach and the wind rise in your hair. Your eyes snapped back open on instinct as you felt your feet leave the ground, your grip on Mando tightening in panic. You peeked past his armor and saw nothing but cold winter sky— and was that a kriffing jet pack?! You gasped as you glanced down and realized that you were rapidly approaching a hundred feet in the air, the cantina exploding into a fiery speck beneath you. 

You and large heights had a strained relationship, so you clung to Mando with all your strength and prayed that he had enough fuel to land somewhere very solid. “You didn’t tell me we’d be flying out of there,” you spoke, words muffled by the wind and the way your face was currently scrunched against his hard chestplate.

“You didn’t ask,” he responded. If you weren’t so focused on staying alive, you might have been offended at his cheeky tone, but you settled for an eye roll.

You landed a few miles outside of town on the ice fishers’ territory. It took you longer than you wanted to admit to get detangled from the Mandalorian, mostly because your fingers had frozen into a death grip of a hug around him. He gently pried you off his armor, setting you on a patch of snow slightly less icy than the others and walking past you. You turned to see him open the boarding ramp of a silver Razor Crest in all its pre-Imperial glory. The ship was older than you expected, but in decent condition.

You carefully followed him into the ship, climbing up after him into the cockpit. The leather passenger seat was surprisingly comfortable, and your muscles slowly unstiffened as you watched him fire up the engines.

“I have to go pick up the bounty,” Mando stated, moving over to set the navigation screen. He paused. “Do you need to be… dropped off somewhere?”

“I— I don’t really have anywhere else to go,” you admitted, looking down at your lap. “The only place I had a connection to here was just blown up.” You winced, wondering how you’d ever find work now that you were partly to blame for the destruction of the town’s singular watering hole. 

Mando was silent for a while as he maneuvered the ship towards the cantina wreckage. You craned your neck towards the arching glass windows, staring down at the snowy landscape of Nath. “It’s so much more beautiful from above,” you spoke softly, wonder evident in your tone. “Always wanted to travel, see views like this every day, but… off-world tickets these days are too expensive.” Your face took on a wistful expression. “Must be nice to do this for your job. I bet the kid loves it, too.”

Mando cleared his throat, helmet tilting towards you.

“You could— work for me. Take care of the kid, here on the ship,” he spoke hesitantly. “Visit planets with us when I’m not hunting bounties.” 

You glanced over at him in shock, mouth falling open. Hope swelled up in you at his words, and you could hardly breathe at the idea of what he was offering you. A way off Nath, to experience the galaxy like you’d always dreamed- stars, but it felt surreal.

“It’d be better for him to have someone to rely on when I’m gone, stay in one place for longer,” he continued, faltering slightly at your silence. “The ship’s small, but I can pay you well and your needs would be taken care of for as long as you stay—“

“Yes,” you gasped out, the words embarrassingly rushed, but you didn’t care. “If— if you’re serious, then yes, I accept.”

He seemed surprised at the vehemence with which you spoke, but nodded. “This is the Way,” his deep baritone sounded through the modulator, final and determined. 

This is the Way. You practically vibrated with excitement at the phrase, face breaking into a grin as you settled back in the seat. All you’d have to do was keep that pesky attraction to the beskar-covered man piloting the ship under control, and you’d finally be free. Free of Nath’s soul-crushing atmosphere, free to travel the galaxy like you’d always dreamed of— albeit with a little green child at your side. 

Sure, he was the most interesting person you’d ever met, and the way his voice lowered when he bantered with you sent a jolt of something down your spine.

But it couldn’t be that hard, right?

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[lucifers-horror-harem]

Cheering You Up Headcanons

Hey all! I decided to write some soft headcanons this time around! Plus, I added a new boy, Travis Hackett from The Quarry! I know hes not exactly the same as my usual roster of horror slashers and villains, but I love him and this is my blog soooooooo I don’t care lol Also thank you to the people who voted for the 3rd character, Otis! I really like using the poll option to see what people are interested in seeing, I might have to use it some more when I’m stuck between choices :)

Freddy Krueger:

As much of an asshole Freddy can be, he’s fully capable of toning himself down if you’re looking upset. But if he’s in a particularly antagonistic mood, the signs you’re upset will fly past him entirely until you go off on him, whether it’s crying or yelling at him for being such a dick. 

Freddy isn’t the kind to comfort you with his words, his love language tends to trend towards acts of service rather than sappy throw-away lines. He’ll never admit it, but ultimately he feels a smidge guilty for causing you more upset. So he’ll begin his scheming on a way to make it up to you.

Luckily for you, Freddy has his dream world, and he can make anything possible in your dreams. Freddy will hit you with just about everything he’s learned about you since knowing you. Do you like fancy romantic dinners? You’ve got the best seat in the house. Want to travel to places you wish you could afford? He’s got a first-class ticket to get you there. Just want a simple night in? He’s got you covered.

In all honesty, it would be a shock to see him put this much work in. Especially when half of the time you weren’t even sure he listened to what you were saying. Freddy not only listens to you, but he remembers everything. He just doesn’t like you knowing how much he truly cares. He thinks it makes him look too soft.

He’d get truly cocky as he soaks up the praise and affection you give him for such a sweet surprise. Freddy acts like it’s not a huge deal at all, and it wasn’t like he had to put much thought into it. You’re just so easy to please, he insists. But deep down even his cold black heart can feel a little something just from seeing your smile. As he lets you have your fun, he can’t help but smile to himself while watching you.

Travis Hackett:

While Travis might be awkward about expressing his emotions too freely, he’s more observant than he lets on. He’ll listen to everything you have to say, and figure out what you need based on that. He’ll let you rant and rave if you're venting until you finally let it out of your system, or he’ll hold you tightly if you’re an emotional wreck in need of comfort. And if it’s something he can take care of, well, he’s not above solving the issue himself.

Above all else, Travis makes sure you’re safe and comfortable. You mean more to him than he could ever put into words, and he’d do anything to see your smile. Even if he has a hard time expressing it, you can tell just how much he cares by the way he looks at you with adoration and softness you rarely see from him. He’s a brick wall to damn near everyone, but once you crack inside you’ll find he’s a bit of a sap. 

The next day, he’d tell you to cancel any plans you have for that night. If you ask, he’ll simply grunt and ask you if you trust him. Obviously, you do, so you let him continue his planning.

That evening, he’ll drive you to a secluded area of the Hackett property where no one will bother the two of you. When you get there, you’ll find he’s already set up camp, and you can’t help but feel a smile pull on your face. Don’t make too big a production out of it, or Travis might get too flustered. As it is he’ll keep fidgeting and rubbing the back of his neck as he insists it’s no big deal, that he uses this campsite so often that he just keeps these things here. Suuuuuure. 

He finds the outdoors peaceful and relaxing, much of his best memories took place in the vast expanse of wilderness that fell in the Hackett property, and he hopes that perhaps you’ll feel just as calm surrounded by nature. Maybe create some new memories too.

You’ll have a front-row seat to the sunset falling below the trees, reflecting over everything in sight and giving the forest a soft orange hue. And as night begins to fall, you sit by the campfire that Travis had kept up past dinner time, looking up at the stars as they shone more brightly here than anywhere else you had seen before. 

When the fire finally dies down, Travis will have you pulled to him on a blanket as you look up at the stars together and speak softly to each other as you begin to feel sleep pulling at you. Before you both fall asleep and get bit by all the mosquitos, Travis will make sure he carries you to the tent before finally settling down for the night, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

Otis Driftwood:

Otis isn't exactly the best choice if you're wanting a traditional cheering-up session. In fact, he might even complain if you pester him too much. "Can'tcha go bitch to Baby or something, I'm doing some important fucking shit here!" He'd probably shoo you along without so much as another glance your way.

After a while though, Otis will come around to the fact you need him. It's way easier for him to provide sexual affection, but genuine kindness is a bit out of his repertoire. But, after mulling it over for a while (as well as getting ripped a new one from Baby), Otis will try his best to be whatever you need.

He likes it best when all you need is for him to just exist in the same space, not needing him to provide a solution or answers. It's easy for him to just be a shoulder to cry on, that way he can't say all the wrong things like he tends to do. 

Otis also loves it when you need to have a good vent session. He'll hype you up, telling you that yeah, that guy was a motherfucker and maybe someone should do something about it. Maybe it's good if you don't let that get too far because Otis gets an itching for revenge at the drop of a hat just to make you happy. 

He also likes taking you on drives to calm you down. While he doesn't like to drive if he's too worked up because he's prone to road rage, he finds drives to be something that eases his mind when his thoughts are too scattered. And he's happy to share them with you, just so long as you don't become a backseat driver. Hell, if you ask nicely, he'll stop at whatever roadside spots you see. He’d even stop for ice cream if you’re being good.

#freddy krueger x reader #travis hackett x reader #otis driftwood x reader #slasher x reader

[robinainthood]

Concerning the Death of Stars

⸢ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ x ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ⸥ ⸢ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ , 呪術廻戦 ⸥

Wordcount: 11.4k (3/3 Chapters) Tags: Hidden Inventory Arc, Character Study, Relationship Study, Introspection, Missing Scene, Canonical Character Death, canonical character resurrection lol, Fluff and (mostly) Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, tiniest AU you ever did see, gay pining and grief: the fic

It’s not fair. It’s not fair and he selfishly hopes that the pain and fear of living in a world without Satoru in it curses the bastard back to the physical realm where Suguru can hold onto him until it is fair, or at the very least until it feels real. At the very most, until it stops hurting.

In which the iron still fears the rot.

Or, Satoru dies and Suguru can't find the body (so a little piece of him dies, too).

AO3 link (excerpt under the cut!)

The wooden stick is fixed between Satoru’s teeth now. Twisting up, down, in small circles. Eyes looking straight ahead because Satoru would not be Satoru if he didn’t run through every possibility as if they were laid out before him in convenient rows, including the possibility of the two girls approaching the gates with sad smiles and hands intertwined abandoning their roles and choosing another path, humanity be damned. Surely including now the possibility that Suguru might step down and leave him alone with that impossible responsibility.

“Look,” he leans forward and props an elbow on his knee, “the higher ups need you as much as they need me, and the supply of living sorcerers is steadily declining so they can’t afford the loss. What good would it do you, anyway? The curses will still be there when you get back.”

Always looking ahead.

“Is that your answer?”

“I’m saying we don’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice.”

Suguru watches Kuroi pat Amanai’s head as she bounds forward in line with their ticket numbers called. Takes note of the expression on his friend’s face as the girls wave him over with sad smiles, a softness as rare as his power.

“I just don’t see jujutsu the way you do,” Satoru says. “It’s not always easy, but there’s nothing in the world I’d rather be doing than this. I think I’d kill myself if I couldn’t, to be honest.” He looks over at Suguru then and the way he does puts out his incoming lecture like a fire. “I just wish you could enjoy it with me a little more.”

Suguru frowns. “I’m not asking you to give anything up.”

Satoru spends a long time just looking at him and Suguru gets this twisted feeling in his stomach when he tilts his head, eyes darting for so brief a moment to his lips that he almost misses it. “Good,” he says, voice low and soft, “‘Cause, honestly, I’d probably do it.”

#robinainthood fics #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk #jjk fanfic #satosugu #satosugu fic #stsg fic #stsg #satosugu angst #stsg angst #jjk angst #geto suguru #gojo satoru #god i haven't tagged like this in ages lmao #satoru x suguru #suguru x satoru #geto x gojo #gojo x geto #goge #gego #im just trying to reach the masses okay

[destinyc1020]

sometimes I think the kid as in Tom was not meant to be this famous. Like his moves are suspicious to me. I would not be surprised if Harry is his publicist. He doesn’t move like a celebrity should idk the complete disregard about the discourse around his name in the last few months has made me realize that he operates in a very short sighted arena. Like I will be honest I am so dumb founded by his lack of response to this whole thing. I mean, this play is just a play right? It is not meant to make or break anything for him. But now it’s breaking him. The very community that he is entering aka the theatre community ( esp black theater in south London) is not happy. So this has now already created this persona about him to the people consuming this art.It really saddens me because I know the kid doesn’t have a bad bone in his body but he lacks foresight. I’m sure Sydney Sweeney would have made a statement if she was in the situation because she cares about pr. I bring her up because we all know Tom has better character than her but she understands her position in this business. Tom doesn’t. Im really frustrated. I wish there was something we could do but like today with his twitter he is not on top of shit! It’s hard to defend him. If Fran comes out of this and speaks and says she wishes he would have done more then it’s really really fucking bad. He missed the chance to be lauded by the community now he is being scrutinized and honestly he deserves it

I understand your frustration Anon, but I think you're catastrophizing things just a bit.

First of all, British theater will be JUST FINE, they LOVE Tom over there (do you forget he started off in British theater?? 🤔 He's not some nobody).

Second, the tickets for all play dates have already been sold OUT. They sold out in like 2 HOURS. People are gonna be sat for this play regardless of whatever "issues" are going on inside of the Twitter app.

Most ppl attending that play probably have no clue what was going on online anyway on Twitter. 🙄

The only people complaining about this casting were racist ppl who o more than likely didn't have a ticket to the show in the first place.

Third.... Sydney Sweeney is nowhere NEAR as famous as Tom is, so while she might be good at "PR", when you're SUPER famous (like Tom is) you do have to think extra hard about your actions (and non-actions).

Lastly, while it's frustrating.... You have to keep in mind that you're just a fan, and to know your place. You don't know everything, you don't see everything. We don't know what Fran might come out saying in the future. She might talk about how Tom and the rest of the cast was super supportive of her, and bought her cards and flowers, and helped her to feel welcomed.

When you make assumptions, you.... well, you know the rest lol 😆

I'm just saying, while it cad be frustrating, I think that as a fan, you have to realize that we don't know ALL the facts, we don't know what will happen in the future, and we don't need to hate on someone in retaliation.

Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

Either you're a fan, or you're not... It's your own choice. I personally don't feel like celebrities are perfect, so I afford them some grace, even if they've disappointed me in some way (depending on what it is of course).

Just take a deep breath and breathe.....

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

THE REP HOODIE IT'S SO YOU!!! i wish i could afford something lol I WANT THE DEBUT CREWNECK!!! 😭💚

OMG IRENE!!!!

i agree, i thinnk the rep hoodie is 100% me, ya girl is obsessed with rep (literally in my office at work alone i have rep stuff plastered everywhere)

i feel the wishing you could afford something! this time of year is always hard and it doesn't help that i bought plane tickets last week for $700 and that I've had to book two hotels for concerts in december

fingers crossed the debut crewneck doesn't sell out/gets restocked when you can afford it! also who knows, maybe someone on etsy can make a dupe....

#can i ask you a question? #cottoncandywhispers #irene my beloved <3333

[harleytudinous]

Moon Knight Ep02 - the fly on the wall & the ending

Rewatching this scene made me thinking about how Jake could've gotten stronger control over their body. This is when Marc told Steven about what is it like being on the inside. He said it took all his willpower just to be awake when Steven is in control. But Steven managed to seize control during the fight at Mogart and Marc punching Steven after the kiss. It seemed like they gradually became stronger over time. Not just a fly anymore. So that's the same with Jake too? Because he's been doing this the longest?

I know there's been a debate over whether this was Jake or not. Lotso people believe this was Jake, by looking at the mess and the gloves. Steven was in the mirror and Marc is military-level organized. But I think the mess could be Marc doing. Steven was true to his words not giving Marc a moment of peace and he couldn't afford to sleep because losing control means Steven booking the ticket back to London lickety split. Poor Marc must've gotten so tired staying awake he just passed out at some point. Jake stepped up and took over so that Steven won't get the body and he let Marc 'sleep' for awhile. When the cover over the mirror fall off he walked away from it, avoiding Steven. Not wanting to give himself away and let Steven thinks he's still Marc. And why is that? I wish to know too...

the gifs are for the context above...surely not for the bare state he's in...lol 😬

#moon knight spoilers #moon knight #moon knight thoughts #i'm having moon night withdrawal and its painful sobs #forgive my rambling

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

So, while I try to get the photos off the camera (forgive the poor quality, but I am not used to moving targets)

My con thoughts….

OMG! I must have been having fun. It felt like it only lasted five minutes!

I was so tired, since I ended up with only three hours sleep and woke up before the alarm, that I decided to head out a half hour before the con to minimize the traffic every bit I could. The con started at 10am, and I was there at 9:30. It ran until 5 and I got to my car at 5:10, so I guess I guess I maximized my time!

Now what’s funny is, I actually ended up the first person in! When I got there they already had lines snaking out the front of the convention center, but it turned out they were almost all folks that had purchased online and were there to check in. There was a cash line off to one side, but then a few if us noticed a cash line on the other with no one there. There was a little goof, and the guy running that side sold his tickets a few minutes early before they caught it. Three of us had bought tickets already, and the other two went off to do something. I waited at the door, so the moment they announced the con open I stepped in while all those folks lined up in the other lines were just started to get their wristbands. That will never happen again!

The good news is the con seemed well attended. The bad news is that spending was way down, judging from my many conversations with artists and dealers. That does worry me a bit. I want the con to thrive and folks to come back year after year. It’s purely selfish, of course. I need the sense of community it offers, even if it is only for a few hours once a year.

As always, I went around the room talking to all the artists, writers, makers, and the like I could. In fact it ended up taking me…you are NOT going to believe this…. 3 1/2 hours to go around the room just once! I used a lot of self control, resisting buying anything the first time. I made up for it.

I say I made up for it, and I did buy stuff, but it was like last year. Besides a gift for Mom, most of what I bought was of the “OHHH, you are so enthusiastic! Tell me all about your stuff and I’ll buy the cheapest thing you have.” sort. It had to be cheap, because I was trying to spread my money around to as many people as possible, and after buying gas I hadn’t had but so much left.

I really didn’t do any “I LOVE it! I have to have it!” buying because I’m not rich enough to do both. I could either buy those comics, stickers, buttons, etc from a dozen artists in need of a bit of love OR I could have bought that cool handmade felt hat decorated with mushrooms that I sighed over every time I passed.

That’s fine. What isn’t fine is how guilty I felt when I’d talk to folks and not buy anything. I don’t know which made me feel more rotten, when the artist is super delightful as they gush about the work but I can’t afford it OR when it is someone I have bought from before, and who remembered me, but I couldn’t afford anything.

Heck, one guy had a nice conversation with me about science fiction media mags from out day, and was the ONLY person I have ever met that was a Video Watchdog fan like me, AND gave me candy because I looked like I could use it…then I didn’t buy his new book just because I didn’t have enough left in my wallet.

And yet at the end of the day, what did I do? I grabbed a dejected guy leaving and hour early and told him I had been wanting to buy something of his, and then spent $5 on a photo he’d taken of the New Bern waterfront and awkwardly printed out and glued to card paper. Because, darn it, he can learn better ways to print his photos, and yet undoubtedly not making enough to pay for his booth might discourage him from trying again.

I’m weak. I can’t help it. I wish I were rich enough to buy something from everyone, but I’m not, and I shouldn’t feel guilty.

But I am too good at guilt! LOL At the big cons like Heroes I never felt this way, but then I didn’t have conversations to make it all up close and personal.

Some folks remembered me from last year, and since I was wearing a mask (yes, still) it was extra surprising. Several even remembered what I had bought! Am I that memorable, even with half my face hidden?

The most astonishing discovery from conversations was that the husband half of an artist/writer couple had actually lived in Jamesville, and his mother still lives around here! That was a shock! (though finding out his parents were only a few years older than me was another kind of shock! LOL) I talked with them way too long, mostly ragging on my home town with someone that could get it.

So I yammered. A lot. To think I spent a few decades barely able to speak to strangers, and not I can’t shut up. Loneliness does weird stuff to folks.

The most surprising booth was from the NC Aquarium. I think they were enjoying themselves, though I seem to have forgotten to photography the jellyfish hat one was wearing. I did get one of a taxidermy critter in a superhero suit that they had set up.

I missed ALL the panels. I never even got to dig through any of the boxes of old comics. I didn’t mean to, I just lost track of time.

Costumes were wonderful as usual. They said they had over 85 entries in the costume contest, and not everyone in costume took part. Honestly, the one that gave me the first moment of delight for the day was a Santa/Obi Wan mashup carrying a candy cane lightsaber and a Grogu elf! But there were all sorts of fun costumes, and gimmicks during the contest, like one guy pulling a fire trick in his hands or a Spidey that shot webbing so the audience gave up a “OOOOOOO” of surprise. The fact I hadn’t a clue who half the characters were is only a reflection my pop culture ignorance caused by a lack of money or time.

And as the dealers started packing up I hobbled painfully around the convention to say goodbyes, and ask people how their con went. My feet were in agony. The ankle braces, knee brace, and wrist brace were now causing their own pain. My awkward conversational skills had only gotten more awkward as pain distracted me. And yet I hated for it to end.

I didn’t want to go. Not really.

Here I was with people passionate about the things they loved. People who made things and wrote things and collected things, things that are fantastical. Things like I like, even when they aren’t exactly the things I like. People that I can feel a sort of “like me!” that I otherwise never get to experience in the real world.

On the way home I pulled into the mall to buy a thai tea with boba to drink on the way home. I have neither had a drink like that*, nor set foot in the mall, since 2019. It was a huge indulgence, but it let me delay the post convention blues until after the drive. It was one final special thing before real life returns.

So the con is over, a blur of memory that I can barely sort out. It flew by so blindingly fast it was dizzying!

I am soooo glad I got to go. It reminded me what it felt like to go places and do things. Even though I badly fumbled conversations and made an idiot of myself, even though I didn’t get to do everything I meant, even though I spent all the money I brought….It just felt so GOOD!!!

*You have NO idea how tempting even food court take out was by then. I haven’t had take out since my birthday last December (and even then didn’t buy a drink) so my empty stomach started telling me to buy a gyro from the place next door. I resisted that at least!

#my day #greenville nc comic con #comic convention #comic con #greenville nc

[megan-loves-surveys]

#24.

Last time you went on a rollercoaster: Last year when I went to Armageddon with my boyfriend, they had rides there and we went on the coaster.

Whose birthday is next, out of all the people you know? My boyfriend's, he's in May.

Would you eat a live cockroach if it made you a millionaire? Depends how much of a millionaire, lol.

Who do you think about most? My boyfriend and Jon Moxley xD

Do you have embarrassing parents? Not really, my parents are cool. Especially my Mum, all my friends love her haha.

Are you any good at writing? I like to think so.

What’s something that really matters to you? Music.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid.

Do you have high or low self esteem levels? In between.

Do you like mint or orange flavored chocolate? Orange is great, mint not so much.

How often do you get spots? Like, pimples? I get the occasional one, I'm clear probably like 90% of the time these days.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? Both! I love video game music, which is instrumental, but I love lyrics too of course.

Do you carry a bag around with you often? What does it look like? Yep, it's a green handbag, I got it like a month ago. It's so cool.

Name one of your favorite memories. So many to pick from, but I'll go with the entire trip to Orlando for Wrestlemania 33 cos the resort we stayed in was amazing (it had the nicest pool I've ever seen), we went to the WWE Performance Center (the tours to there are rare and expensive to get tickets to), I met a bunch of wrestlers (including Mox, my fave <3), we sat second row at Mania itself, we also had amazing tickets for all the other shows (including front row for Smackdown!), we did a bunch of tourist stuff and the weather was gorgeous. An all round perfect holiday.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them? No.

Are you a subscriber to any magazines? Which? No. I used to subscribe to WWE Magazine but they stopped making it.

What is something you want but can’t afford to buy? All the Converse I want xD

Do you usually eat wheat bread or white bread, or are you gluten-free? Wheat.

Which lost friend do you most wish you could be friends with again? None if you mean 'lost' as in friends I just stopped talking to, but if you mean in general, then Zoe cos she passed away.

Do you think you would be happier if you had more money? Definitely.

What is something currently on your wishlist from Etsy? -

Is there a Target near you? We don't have it in NZ.

Which is closest to you: Target, Walmart, Kmart, or Meijer? We only have Kmart of those.

Who do you go to when you’re lonely? Or what do you do when you’re lonely? Depends.

What do you dislike about the house you live in? The complex next door is full of annoying people, the neighbours right next to us in there have 3 kids and they're loud little shits lol.

Have you ever been clubbing? Did you have fun? Yep, it's fun.

Have you ever volunteered? Yes. I've done data entry for a few charities in the past and that.

What holidays do you celebrate? Christmas & Easter.

Do you have a best friend? How long have you known them? Yep, I've known her since high school.

How often do you take selfies? It depends, sometimes loads, sometimes not that much.

What was your favorite way to spend a summer day as a kid? Playing outside, riding my bike with these girls who lived down the street from me etc.

Do you have any uncommon interests or hobbies? Depends what you consider unusual.

Have you ever drank so much that you passed out? No.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) I love cheesy rice and rice with curry.

What’s your favorite horror movie? The Ring.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Yes.

What video games did you play when you were growing up? All the old school DOS games cos I'm a 90s kid - Doom, Wolfenstein 3D, Secret Agent, Crystal Caves, Commander Keen etc. All the platform games!

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? I call my boyfriend babe and baby xD

What’s your favourite Disney movie? None.

Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks? I only drink Coke Zero Sugar, so I guess the diet ones lol.

Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yep, loads of times.

Are you a fan of garlic bread? Hell yes, gimme garlic bread.

Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? No.

What is your boss’s (or school principal’s) name? His name's Oliver.

Do you like eggnog? I've never had it.

Do you know anyone with celiac disease? No.

Are you and your best friend complete opposites? In a lot of ways, yes. But in other ways, we're similar.

If you were to write a novel, what would it be about? A murder mystery or something.

Are you currently pretending to be someone’s friend? No.

Have you ever had a serious issue involving your eyes? My eyesight just sucks, especially my left eye, it's super blurry. Last time I got my eyes tested, they said my left eye got a tiny bit better... but my right eye got worse! SMH :/

Do you have sensitive teeth? Sorta.

What are your views on our current president? -

What is your biggest responsibility in your household? Paying bills.

Who did you last worry about and why? Myself tbh lol.

When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? I can't do this. Depending how well I know the person, I'll just tell them I can't eat it and take what I can eat and have that. Otherwise I'll just say I'm not hungry and eat later.

Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop) Yep, a wireless one. It's a bit broken though, the middle scroll wheel doesn't click that well anymore.

What was your high school mascot? Lion.

What was your first job? Data entry.

Do you remember your first time? Yep.

Favourite home-cooked meal growing up? Bacon & egg pie.

What is something you don’t have any natural talent for? Maths and anything musical lol.

How do you feel about your body? It's pretty good, just need to lose my belly fat.

What are three things you like that are blue? My hair, water and denim.

What is one sad song that you enjoy listening to? Oh, there's loads.

Do you like butterflies? Love them.

Do you prefer to read fiction or non-fiction? Both.

If you have a significant other, what is his/her name? Will.

Have you ever had to use a wheelchair? Yep, when I broke my femur.

Have you ever been pulled over by a cop? No.

What are three things you would change about your body if you could? Flat stomach, longer thicker hair and feet 1 size bigger.

Who was the last person who gave you a hug? My boyfriend.

Have you ever questioned your gender? No.

What is your favorite thing to do in the snow? -

Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yes.

What were three of your favorite things to do at recess as a kid? Pretend to be popstars with my friends, play cards and just hang around and chat.

What is one thing you’ve gotten for free on your birthday? Starbucks xD

Have you ever been to Tennessee, USA? No.

What are some things that fascinate you? Geography, glitches, scams/scammers and true crime.

What did you last remember dreaming about? Hmm, not sure.

What did you last watch on TV? Big Bang Theory last night during dinner.

What is one of your toxic traits? I procrastinate.

Have you ever found a skeleton while outside? No.

Do you like meatball subs? Never had one.

What is your favorite smell on earth? Fresh bread.

If you have a sib, do you call him/her “brother” or “sister” sometimes? -

Did you ever collect stickers? I did and I still have them all! I had one particular book that I never used the stickers in them, I just collected them cos they were pretty ones. The rest I used on all sorts of shit lol.

Have you been baptized in any religious tradition? No.

Do you love the smell of sunblock? No, it smells weird.

What was the last upsetting thing that happened to you? Some bitch at work was talking down to me and treating me like shit cos we were having computer issues (the fucking reception computer strikes again...) and I couldn't check on her case for her. She basically said I was worthless cos I was "just the reception girl" and insinuated I slept with my boss to get my job. I was getting so annoyed at her and was about to snap when one of my coworkers who is super protective of everyone in the office rescued me and told the woman to fuck off.

What was the last thing you ordered from Starbucks? I got a mocha java chip frappe from there yesterday.

Do you trust your doctor? I don't have a regular doctor, when I go to the clinic I just see whoever is available.

Do you ever question if your mother loves you? Never, I know she loves me more than anything <3

What is missing in your life? Travel. I miss it.

What is your favorite type of Lunchables? Never had them.

What is the worst medication side effect you’ve ever had? Diarrhea and a bad rash. Ew.

What is your favorite thing to order at Taco Bell? I've only eaten there once or twice.

What church do you go to? -

Do you take risks often? Depends.

The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating? Pasta bake, I always have it for dinner then eat the rest the next day, I just warm it up in the microwave at work lol.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Chocolate.

What is your favorite song at the moment? Girls Aloud - Disco Bunny

What is one thing you have too much of? Hmm.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Kiwifruit probably.

Would you rather eat strawberries or watermelon? I like both, but more strawberries.

Do you prefer hamburgers or hot dogs? The burgers.

How far away do you live from the place where you were born? I live in the same city as I was born.

If you buried a time capsule, what would you put in it? Hmm.

Describe your clothing style in three words: Wrestling, short and comfy.

What’s something you want to do more often? Travel.

Who is your favorite YouTuber? Call Me Kevin. He's hilarious, plays all sorts of games and he seems like he'd be the nicest person to know.

Do you believe in soulmates? Yes.

What band or artist do you think is overrated? I think Beyoncé is quite talented, but man her fans act like she's god.

What’s something untrue that you believed for a long time? Dunno.

Did you skateboard when you were younger? No.

Have you ever won a contest? Oh, loads. I have a knack for winning things lol. The biggest I've won is a trip to Los Angeles to attend WWE Summerslam where we got flights, a fancy hotel, tickets to the PPV and tickets to a meet and greet event. It fucking ruled. Then there was the time I won the top prize at a stand at a fair where you chose envelopes with numbers in it and my number was for a gigantic hamper xD I've also won smaller things like CDs, DVDs, posters, expensive earphones, plushies, giftcards and the like. The last thing was a 6 month subscription to a magazine website from the McDonalds Monopoly game, it was worth like 100 bucks lol.

What’s something weird you’ve eaten? Dunno.

Who is someone you would like to get to know better? Wrestlers xD

When’s that last time you saw snow? 2015 when I was in the USA, it was all piled up on the sides of the roads in Boston.

Who are the 3 people you love the most? My parents and my boyfriend.

Last person you slept in the same bed with? My boyfriend.

Have you recently been sick? No.

Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? I don't want to get married...

Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? Sure.

Last reason you went to the ER? I got hit by a car and broke my shoulder.

What facial cleanser do you use? I use one for acne on occasion, but only if it gets bad which doesn't happen much.

Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now? Noooooo.

Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yep. My Mum was a bit iffy on him at first cos she thought he was too old for me, but he's super charming and won her over quick, she loves him now xD My Dad liked him pretty much instantly.

What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? Dunno.

Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone? Me lol.

Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? No, only at work haha. My boyfriend and friends mostly text me or message me online lol.

What turns you on the most? Oh, loads of things.

Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yep.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? I knew they did, one of my friends saw them and immediately told me.

Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yep xD One of his friends walked in on us, we all just died laughing.

Do you use q-tips to clean your ears? No.

Have you ever swam with dolphins? No.

If you/your gf became pregnant accidentally, would you consider abortion? Without a doubt. I don't want kids and I don't want to be pregnant.

What was the last candy you ate? Haribo.

Do you like zombie movies? They're fine.

What’s the grossest/worst thing you’ve ever seen in a public restroom? Blood everywhere.

Have you ever volunteered in a hospital? If not, would you ever want to? No.

How do you feel about runny egg yolks? The best! Hard egg yolk is so disappointing.

Have you ever hidden a relationship from your family? Yes, my first boyfriend cos I was 14 and wasn't allowed to date yet lol.

Who was the worst friend you ever had? Hmm.

When was the last time you made plans with someone? What are you going to do with that person? My Mum and I made plans to go to the Easter Show, then my boyfriend said he'd tag along as well lol.

Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? No.

While on the road, do you play any road games? Sure.

Have you ever picked apples before? No.

Are you scared of semi-trucks? Especially when you’re driving next to one? Dunno tbh.

Do you have a fence? No, we have a stone wall around the back and side of our house, and the front is part of a gigantic open carpark in our complex.

If you have any pets, do you talk to them in a baby voice? I don't have pets, but I talk to every cat I see like that xD

Who was the last person to comfort you? My boyfriend.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place? Who knows.

What was the last thing you swallowed? Water.

Do you like cats? Cats are my favourite animal, I love them so much <3

On a scale of one to ten how much do looks matter to you? 5 or 6.

What are you listening to? Little Mix - Notice

What’s the closest pink object to you? A hairtie.

Are you afraid of thunderstorms? Not at all.

Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy? No, but I am happier with my boyfriend lol.

How much effort did you put into your last relationship? Last one, not that much. Current one, a lot.

Do you have impulse control? Sometimes I don't lol, I think when I'm out I wanna get fast food and I can't resist.

Would you do anything on a dare? Not anything.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #random survey

[moveslikeanape]

oh no worries at all! i post a lot and nobody can catch every single post on their dash anyway haha. i'm sorry you were having internet issues, i hope things are working better now.

aww, that's adorable how oliver basically named himself. reminds me that my dad used to have a cat named iam (pronounced the same way as "i'm"), who was named that because when he first got him he asked the cat what his name was, and his meow sounded to my dad like he was saying "iam".

oh yeah, i guess it's true that playing the events and leveling up your cards definitely can get time-consuming, and you need to level them up a lot to win the battles! there are people who post videos of the story on youtube as well as wiki pages that have transcriptions of the text, so that would be another option if you were really interested in the story but couldn't keep up with the game. were there any particular character designs you liked best? i love riddle's, of course, but i also really like idia's design.

yeah, unfortunately my first reaction to moana 2's announcement was confusion because i saw it on twitter, thought "uhh, that's weird, what about the show that's supposed to come out this year? they usually announce movies so much further in advance too", and actually wondered if it was a fake tweet for a second... i was excited about the show but i agree that this has the same vibes as those old direct-to-video sequels, which were very hit or miss. also agree about toy story 4 lol, i basically just remember that they went to a carnival and that's only because woody's dreamlight valley house is a carousel. and i remember the ending, but that's because i wasn't a fan of the ending. in my opion toy story 1-3 were a perfect trilogy.

raya is one of those movies that i feel very mixed on, honestly. i really like raya's personality and character arc, but i always thought the movie had a lot of writing flaws that made the story and its message feel rushed and confusing. i think a big reason why some people like it is because raya and namaari are... very shippable lol, so much that i believe raya's voice actress once said she'd like for them to get together in a sequel. but i agree about the animation being gorgeous!

exactly LOL, and i'm glad for those who did genuinely enjoy wish, but i think even they should be able to admit that it's a flawed movie and that others aren't "anti-disney morons" for criticizing it. a lot of the criticism is coming from people like me who love disney movies and expected better from them, and that's why people are so passionate about creating fanfiction and art based on the ideas shown in the concept art as well. somehow the concept art did a better job of reminding people of the classic disney movies we all love than the actual film did.

i think what i like about the trolls movies is that even though they are a bit cheesy and childish, they just feel very self-aware and fun. they also have some really nice stylized animation where they try to make everything look like it's made from felt/fabric/craft materials in general.

i would absolutely love if disney filmed their musicals and put them on disney+! in general, i've always thought that more broadway musicals should do that for people who can't travel or afford the tickets. also, with princess and the frog i feel like sometimes people forget that a live action remake would have us watching a bunch of CGI animals almost the whole time... i mean, tiana and naveen are frogs for 90% of it and then there's ray and louis too. i'd much rather see how disney could bring it, and the emperor's new groove as well, to the stage.

it's too bad your book didn't seem to mention why they changed terk! do you happen to know if they gave a reason for removing tantor? i imagine it was because they thought having an elephant character was too difficult to pull off, but i agree with you that it would've been really cool to see how they did it.

Internet seems to be all better now, thank you!

Awwww, that's such an adorable story! I love fun cat names like that, especially when they're so unique that no one else could possibly some up with it. Also love cats that have such distinctive meows/sounds.

Ooo, I'll have to look into those videos and wiki pages, thanks for the heads up! As for the designs, I think my favourite is a toss up between Leona and Kalim, although leaning a bit more towards Kalim. I definitely would have an easier feeling about Moana 2 if it weren't coming so fast. I could see how they could maybe do a decent job and make whatever the series would be a decent movie if they dedicated the time to it, but the time between the announcement of the series to it becoming a movie is just way too short, no way this is getting the proper treatment it needs.

Totally agree about the rushed feeling of Raya. The story should be the number 1 focus. You can add fun stuff (jokes, cute characters, etc...) once they story is tied down and if there's room for it, but if you rush the story to fit anything else in, you've just ruined the movie. No matter how visually stunning, it's not going to connect with the audience if the story is struggling.

That's so neat about Trolls, I love animation styles that go for a certain look, and making it look like the world is made of crafting materials is genius! I'm going to have to watch them someday!

Completely agree with you about PATF and ENG... one of the many things that annoyed me with the Lion King remake was calling it live action... it was made to look realistic, but it was still all animated! They really need to stay away from live actioning any mostly animal cast movies. making the animals so photo realistic takes away so much of the heart, its so hard to emotionally connect with the characters story when their facial expression permanently bland/bored.

I didn't see anything about Tantor in it, but then again I only just quickly browsed through it. Someday I'll find time to read it, lol. I'm assuming it was to avoid making an elephant. Would have been neat to see if they had, or maybe they could have made him a different non-gorilla animal (kind of like how the baboons became a giant spider). I'm thinking their focus was too much on the main "wow factor" of the show... the vine swinging/gymnastic elements.

#stranger like me

[amaliaofnassau]

They added like 5+ dates for The Eras Tour in my city and I’m so conflicted if I buy or not. I feel like I could go to Europe for the price and get a vacation out of it. North America ticket prices are insane. I can afford it, but like I’m trying to justify spending it without regretting it *sighs* I wish I still worked at the arena and just “work” whenever there were concerts lol. This is how I ran into Chris Martin while going to walk to the bathroom 😂

sorry for answering this so late! I was surprised at how "cheap" the European tickets were tbh, especially because of what we heard from the US. Honestly, and I might not make myself popular with this answer, I'd buy the tickets in your city and leave the international dates to the international fans. Taylor sometimes tends to forget international fans, and this is the first time we really got a real European tour, so if you have the possibility to go to your city, please do !

[forkingmyself]

#1: i’m afraid of myself and i hate it (it’s a lyric. sounds like something my musty emo teen ass would say but its a lyric.)

I wanted to come up with something original for my blog, but, well... can’t think of anything. And my main reason of starting this blog was because I want to vent and rant and go batshit insane. I’m not doing this to be creative and incredible and fabulous and a good writer.

I like to fork myself was the title of late Daul Kim’s blog. She was magnificent, I loved her work and I think she was veeeery pretty. I’ve always enjoyed reading her posts and I still do it up until now. I was going through her entries and thought, hm, maybe I should write something too. Maybe then when I finally killed myself for real someone would comment, damn, they were gone too soon. Then maybe some rando would comment lol glad she killed herself. Whatever. I don’t care. Perhaps I do want to be remembered in a way and I want to leave something in this world. 

Perhaps that’s because I just enjoy attention very much. Perhaps I just want everyone to know they’ve done me wrong and if I ever killed myself they’re responsible for it and I want them to feel guilty about it. But perhaps I’m just a silly little girl with silly little thoughts also <3

ANYWAAAAYY. About the title. I listened to plenty of Keshi back then when I was in junior high school. He wasn’t as big as he is right now (which is good for him and for everyone, of course. I’m the opposite of gatekeeper. I want people to give love to people who deserve lots of it) and I was like, “damn, would be great if I could see this guy live” and boom. He toured to Jakarta a while ago. I couldn’t afford the tickets, though, and I don’t really listen to his new releases so I ended up not going.

Well, I still listen to him from time to time. I used to love xoxosos, the reaper, and onoffonoff a lot. An awful lot. I KNOW. Girl you were barely sixteen you don’t need to be listening to all that BUT I had my first lesbian breakup and bitch it really was that bad. And, well, now that I had another one... I find myself completely fucked. That’s how I end up listening to songs-that-certainly-fucks-me-bad-in-the-head again.

I just wrote something romantic and tender. Hell. Who was I kidding? Age gap relationships don’t work.

They’ll eventually find people around their age. Even if with you things line up perfectly, there’s someone out there who can provide better. Better and easier. No need to wait for them to catch up with you. Or, well, to put it harshly: they’ll find someone they can fuck without feeling much guilt. Damn. I wish it’s that easy for me to find someone to fuck...

When I say I’m a Lana girl I don’t mean just the cigarettes for breakfast and the dainty outfits. I like old ass people LIKE I always fucking let myself get fucked by people way older than me I never fucking learn. At this point I think I’ve developed a kink for it and I wish I was kidding. I simply have no self respect. I genuinely think this will happen again because... yeah... perhaps I’m enjoying it. Because I’m a masochist a pervert a fuck up a everything bad and horrible.

I should go to therapy but I’m so ashamed of this. Of everything that ever happened to me. I have no difficulties writing it but saying it out loud with my mouth, while presenting myself as this wretched body and face, saying this as an ugly ass disgusting person and not just some stranger on the internet... would be embarrassing.

I’m just so embarrassed of myself. Really.

Aaaah. This is so naive but I actually can’t wait to grow up! I know it will be hard, I know, but let me be, okay. I want to have a job. I want to have money. I know it will be hard and I might want to take it back, but the idea of having something to look forward to is... great. I suppose. I don’t know what I want to be. I was never passionate in this field and I don’t have strong opinions about anything. People around me are so incredible and so passionate about making changes, while I just sorta... float. I’m barely getting by. I think my grades will drop this semester lol I don’t give a fuck about anything anymore. I wish I could be so incredible and amazing that people who left me will regret doing so but damn... I... don’t care. They were right for leaving me because I’m a good for nothing!

I think for now I’m setting my goal on a divorce lawyer. I want to help women escape hell.

Maybe I’ll kill myself but for now things in my life are going well! I had a breakdown over noodles yesterday. I made noodles and left some for my parents when they come back, but they didn’t eat it. I ended up eating it myself and cried. But earlier my Dad said he was saving it for this morning, and when he checked the dining table, the noodles are gone... I said I ate it. He said he wanted to eat it. I was happy.

I love him... I love my family. I feel bad for turning to this. I really want to make them proud. I want to get a nice job and pay for things and buy them nice stuff before I leave them forever because well religions are non negotiable I suppose. 

I WANT TO BE HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I really do like I’m not kidding

I don’t know what kind happy I was thinking of when I said that, but just... happy. Myself. Having a pink hair and wearing a tank top that shows my massive tits so I would stop being so embarrassed of myself. Not covering up. Not hiding.. not embarrassed of myself... and with a gf too. Aaaaaaahhhhh I want it so bad.

Anyway. So. Yeah. Let’s just stick around and see! :)

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omg paulda abdul? :o aren’t you also seeing ryan and shane too? jealous, wish i could afford all these things lol ;;

Yeah! Paula was a super early gift from my parents for my birthday so I didn’t have to pay for any of it, and it’s only three hours away so I don’t have to pay for a hotel or anything!

Yeah I’m seeing them, but that was a special situation bc I got a hotel room for free bc my sister works in the hotel business. Ticket was only $75 and it’s a one in a lifetime chance I’m guessing.

My therapist told me to stop spending money on dumb shit and start spending it on experiences. I have one other con I’m going to this summer. I’ve only used the money I get from reselling things.