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juanabaloo · 2 years

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Exhibit Ch - Your honor they love each other! (fuffy)

This is a pro-fuffy BTVS rewatch series. Kendra Appreciation Post! Exhibit Ch is a bonus / catchup review about Scott Hope, Kendra, and a few non-Faith episode recos. Long post.

1. Remember how I wanted Scott Hope to get one more episode so Buffy could prioritize Faith over him? Scott is literally never seen again after 3.03. I wanna review Scott Hope. In exhibit B.10 I mentioned that Scott does seem particularly insightful. Here’s a text montage of all the great Scott moments. Imagine “I will remember you” playing in the background.

“Uh, I'm sorry. I'm a bad liar. It's not good for the soul.” (3.03)

“You're friends with Buffy, right?” - to Faith (3.03)

“Faith has been telling me tall tales.” (3.03)

“my mom says that therapy can be completely helpful.” - to Buffy (3.04)

“I hope you realize I don't actually know these people.” - jokingly about Pete and Debbie (3.04)

“It's just that you never really know what's going on inside somebody.” - about Pete and Debbie after they both die (3.04) Y’all he realized he didn’t actually know them.

“Before we were going out, you seemed so full of life, like a force of nature. Now you just seem distracted all the time, and… I’m really sorry” - dumping Buffy (3.05) Buffy agrees she has been distracted.

2. Scott - in what little we see of him - is very honest. He says he’s a bad liar, he realizes Faith’s stories are at least exaggerated, he’s pro-therapy. And he’s not just honest but he verbalizes it. The way he dumps Buffy, Scott’s so fucking honest. Scott is mentioned again in the show 3 times, twice more in S3 and then once in S7.

3. Remember Buffy’s traumatic therapy experience in 3.04? Well her next therapy session is to Holden the psych major and new vamp she very vaguely remembers from high school. In 7.07 (Conversations with Dead People) Holden says: “Scott Hope said you were gay… He says that about every girl he breaks up with. And then last year, big surprise, he comes out.” Buffy acts surprised at hearing this news, that he called her gay.

4. Granted, I could buy that Scott was repressed and gay in high school. But just because he came out eventually doesn’t mean he was lying. Also the “he says that about every girl” bit sounds OOC to me. Scott was insightful and honest when we saw him. I think this is the show queer-panicking again. “Oh no wait, Buffy can’t be gay! Or queer! Uhm….. yeah let’s add that Scott says that about every girl, oh yeah because he’s actually gay and therefore a lying liar.” Homophobic much? Silly show. Also am I picking and choosing to fit my argument? A little bit.

5. So in summary, Scott Hope is insightful and honest and calls Buffy gay, aka calls Buffy queer. She is so repressed / panicking that she is visually surprised by this in 7.07. Oh Buffy.

Alright, enough about Scott, let’s talk about Kendra!

6. Kendra is the Jamaican slayer that appears briefly in S2. The BTVS writers room was super white. There are several things they don’t do a great job with IMO, including the LA homeless scenes (3.01), queerness (in general and also being bi just doesn’t exist?), judaism, and sexual assault (*rages at multiple epis*). Sometimes the show is a little misogynistic (but not as bad as Angel, holy fuck that show) and a little racist. Or a lot. The racial diversity of the show is laughable, I mean late 90s California? Even in the LA episode (Anne 3.01) LA is just - mostly white? *cackles* (As a palate cleanser here’s a nice gifset featuring POC characters on BTVS and ATS.)

7. Interesting Black characters are given the short shrift, including Mr. Trick in S3. Kendra deserved better but at least we got a little glimpse of her. If you’re following along at home and but also trying to limit your BTVS intake, I recommend the following non-Faith-appearance catchup episodes: 2.09 (Kendra appears), 2.10 (Kendra heavy), 2.11 (the Ted episode), 2.21 (Becoming Part 1 - Kendra re-appears), 2.22 (Becoming Part 2 - to finish off the season). And 3.01 honestly, because limiting intake can be difficult, LOL.

8. ifeveristoday lays it out in this good short post on Kendra’s role / lore on the show, and how it could be better.

9. herinsectreflections explains Kendra is not one of Buffy’s shadow selves. This gifset by fuffygifs shows the scene parallel.

10. Kendra locks up Angel. Delight in her power over him, the way she laughs at him.

11. I vividly remember the scene where Buffy slow-motion runs through the school, it’s in the show openers. But what I had forgotten until this rewatch was that it’s her running to get back to everyone in the library, after her chat with Angelus in the cemetery, and she finds Kendra dead. (Because of Dru’s hypnosis powers.) My memory of the slow-mo was that Buffy’s so badass, but now it’s tinged with sadness bc she was trying and then fails to help / save her friends, including Kendra. Although really the only long-term damage is Kendra. *grumble*

12. OK the main scene I want to review is when Buffy and Kendra say goodbye in 2.10. Buffy calls herself a freak, which is a real insult in her mind. Kendra reassures her “not the only freak.” And then Buffy goes to hug Kendra, but Kendra doesn’t hug. So Buffy doesn’t. Can you imagine where this didn’t happen, like Kendra is OK with hugs. And then when Buffy meets Faith she hugs her at some point (not right away). Gah! They never hug right? Or Buffy isn't feeling like she caused Kendra's death and she's more open with Faith? (spuffygifs has the full gifset)

I gotta admit they did have chemistry.

OK, a smattering of links to Kendra gifsets I found:

nerd4music

dailybtvs

original andremichaux

andremichaux with tags people left

13. OK, a few thoughts on 3.01 Anne. Already unrealistic when it aired (Buffy somehow affords a studio apt on a waitress salary?) it’s achingly unrealistic now, in terms of money. Like Buffy would need 3 waitressing-type jobs and she’d still have 4 roomates in a craaap 2 BR apt that was falling apart.

14. SMG is giving a master class in acting in SO much of BTVS. The moment when she revolts is brilliant. Check it here (credit to deansmom and harrietvane and isagrimorie) proof that SMG made the acting choice, that it wasn’t that detailed in the script. (read the prev tags too, all of this is brilliant) Also we already know Buffy but this introduction of herself is great, on par with Faith-introducing-herself levels here. (the whole deansmom gifset and tags really sets the mood pre-"aggressive chipper shit talker" Buffy introducing herself)

I am not great at finding gifs on tumblr. Here are some bonus ones for prev exhibits:

Faith accidentally punching Buffy in 3.04. (Eliza apparently actually punched SMG IRL)

Faith shooting her shot in 3.05

Buffy’s unsure reaction in 3.05

No rating for this exhibit bc there’s no Faith. (Exhibit C had a they love each other rating of 2 out of 5.) Next exhibit will cover episode 3.07 Revelations. Exhibit Ch has been submitted, the prosecution rests for the day.

#buffy rewatch #fuffy #buffy x faith #your honor they love each other #exhibit Ch your honor #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #kendra young #buffy summers #long post #chosen two #bonus post #your honor series

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cyrusbugged · 2 years

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hey friends! super sorry for my disappearance. here’s some updates on my life!

i just finished my first year of college, which was fantastic. im off for the summer right now, but i will be working again for most of the summer. im also currently hyperfixated to the max on will wood, so if anybody likes that funky music dude y’all can check out my main blog if you wanna chat about him :) (@gh0stlypiano)

also, on a more personal note, i have been struggling greatly with my mental health. i try not to be a debbie downer on this account, since the main core of this account is ninjago content and not my personal updates, but i feel as though it is something to be mentioned. i have depression and gad (generalized anxiety disorder) which are two things that cause a huge stunt in my life. im also in the process of attempting to contact a psychiatrist to discuss the possibility of having adhd, which is already difficult enough since i do not have the time nor money to access resources i need. i will not go into the specifics, but manic/self-destructive episodes, paranoia, and self-hatred are things i struggle with almost on a daily basis. the recent disappearances haven’t been because i dislike ninjago, i still really enjoy it and i am very excited for the next season! however, with the turn my life has taken, it has been a little difficult to produce adequate creative content for you all to enjoy. i don’t want to rush content out, but i also feel terrible for leaving people hanging. it’s a very complicated thing, the human mind. especially my human mind.

anywho, i appreciate all of you for sticking with me through this. i’m glad i was able to find such a wonderful community of folks that enjoy my creative blurbs i call content. i hope to come back to this blog asap, but for now, i’m just trying to adjust to the constant curveballs life is throwing at me. love you all to bits :) /p

#cyrus speaks

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vendriin · 3 years

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Addams Family Values (1993)

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji And Sukuna Ryomen in Grocery shopping with you

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive themes

Posting Three times in a month?? Am I making moves? Maybe. I hope y’all enjoy this❤️‍🔥 My love and appreciation for y’all is astounding❤️‍🔥Thank y’all for all the support and love xoxo❤️‍🔥This was Requested by the sweet @demon-fam ❤️‍🔥 Please lay some requests and asks on me because we dry over here

Masterlist

Gojo ( Most likely to get your ass banned from Wally World ) Satoru

♡ Going shopping grocery with Gojo is disaster

♡ He got men and women stopping and drooling like he's a fine piece of meat (kinda is js)

♡ Grocery list? Discarded

♡ Budget? blown

♡ Always find the best parking spaces, I guess it's the luck of the hoe

♡ Shops at Walmart for the entertainment

♡ Can and will fuck you in the family restroom

♡ Now you're walking funny While trying to shop

♡ He Throws a lot of sweet food in cart ; I'm talking candy, sugar loaded cereal and lil debbie cakes

♡ Lorde forbid if he sees baby clothes, Back to the Family restroom for some more “family planning”

♡ Grabs a box of Pocky and say “Do you want to play a game?”

♡ You have to make all the serious food decisions

♡ Ask him to get something off the top shelf? Prepare to get trap in the arms of your lover while old women Oh and Ah

♡ All jokes Aside Gojo is still on high alert even while he’s clowning

♡ Grocery’s always over 200 dollars and most of that towards snacks

♡︎ Waiting in line for checkout?? Nonexistent cause he so pretty people move out the line for him

Nanami ( Quality is King ) Kento

♡ Organized God

♡ He Loves the little domestic moments between y’all

♡ Always find a parking spot that gives y’all enough space to get a lil walk in

♡ He has a nice budget and beautifully written shopping list

♡ He knows what you need and what you might want

♡ Shops at Trader joes, Whole foods and fresh markets

♡ He has a two weeks of Gourmet dinners planned for y’all

♡ Nanami pushes the Cart while his arm is linked with yours

♡︎ Only the highest quality food for y’all

♡ Even if it’s not on the list or in the budget He will still buy it for you (Whatever you want, you know he will provide)

♡ Always get things off the top shelf for you without ulterior motives

♡ Has a little smile on his face when he notice how beautiful you look lost in thought

♡ He makes grocery shopping so relaxing and carefree

♡ Always buys a bottle of top shelf Bourbon when y’all go shopping

♡ Brings Reusable bags for y’all groceries

♡ He Loads the groceries up in the car while all you have to do is sit pretty in the car

♡ Nanami also load up the groceries for the elderly too (He’s sooo sweet)

Fushiguro ( Oh Lawd He’s coming ) Toji

♡ Toji studied extreme couponing and is a couponing pro

♡ Only shop at stores that will accept his coupons

♡︎ No time for Games, His Leisure money on the line

♡︎ Always park in those yellow lines beside the handicap spots

♡ Cashiers loathe y’all because best looking couple but Fuck those coupons

♡ Managers hate Toji because he knows every loophole to save a fat buck

♡ He’s goes absolutely berserk tossing things into the carts

♡ What you think would cost y’all 700 dollars ends up costing y’all nothing thanks to Toji couponing skills, The store actually has to Pay HIM!

♡ Can and will leave the carts without purchasing shit if they say his coupons are invalid, managers beg him to buy the hoard of groceries and they even accept his coupons

♡ Even if coupons is not involved, Toji budgeting game is strong

♡ If you didn’t put it on the list apparently you don’t need it

♡ His non coupon list is literally Meat, Gatorade and protein mix

♡︎ Toji will carry all the groceries in and will carry you too in one trip

♡ He has stockpile of All the things that coupons bought him and He is proud of his stockpile.

♡ He wants to do enough shopping that when he leaves for his business trips you don’t even have to go to the store without your protection…. Him

♡ Talking about his stockpile, It’s like a small store the way he got it set up

♡ All the money that was saved with couponing and budgeting Goes towards Gambling, Designer stuff for you and The home improvements you keep telling him about

Ryomen (Sweetness is My Weakness) Sukuna

♡ ︎Sukuna isn’t the budgeting type, The King of Curses want it all

♡ ︎His Eyes are bigger than Yuuji wallet

♡ ︎Want whole foods quality with great value money

♡ ︎So Yuuji and you do all the shopping unless you want a catastrophe

♡︎ Yuuji always parks far away from the store, He rather the elderly or disabled get those spots instead

♡ ︎Sukuna has to put together a small! list or he isn’t getting shit

♡ ︎Yuuji is incredibly sweet, the man get whatever you want and he always reach on the top shelf for you

♡ ︎Sukuna of course has threatened him and warned him that a cart better not even brush against you; So Yuuji is on high alert

♡ Yuuji ends up getting a Costco membership because of how much Sukuna consumes

♡ “Kirkland is designer and best Quality!” The biggest money saving hack ever

♡ Lots of Meat, Bread, Eggs and milk on Sukuna list next to junk food

♡ He doesn’t have to consume “Human” food but Hell do he love it

♡ Sukuna is allowed full control in one store and that’s dollar tree

♡ He goes absolutely apeshit and hit the snacks HARD

♡ Candy aisle?? Cleared. Chips aisle?? Like a wasteland and the snack cakes?? Those bitches now belongs to him

♡ Cashier Said that the total was 350 and Yuuji wasn’t even phased “I know this was going to be the outcome and that’s why I saved money up”

Likes, Comments, Requests and Reblogs is Appreciated & Loved❤️‍🔥 Please don’t steal My Shit

#headcanons #jjk headcanons #black writer #gojo saturo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jutsu kaisen #nanami x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo x reader #nanami kento x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #toji fushiguro x you #black fanficfion writer #jjk x black reader #jjk x poc!reader

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Everyone keeps talking about how Ballerina Barbie was way better than Malibu Barbie so like her frustration was understandable and NO!!!!!!! Y’all the Jelinskys, as short-lived as the family was, were the narrative foil to the Addams! The Addams have always been involved with their children, know what they like and dislike, spend time with them and play with them, even if they don’t get it, re: Pubert and his being Normal for a minute so Morticia reads Dr. Seuss to him (also during the show they took Pugsley to a child psychologist because they were worried about him, despite it being seen as taboo to do at the time).

Debbie says all she wanted was the Ballerina Barbie. Her parents didn’t know her or care enough about her to make sure they got her the right Barbie doll. They were a wealthy family, so it’s not like it was too expensive! Her parents, unlike the Addams, didn’t care to make sure their daughter got the one thing she wanted on her tenth birthday. We see this repeated with her first husband, who she felt didn’t spend enough time with her (“The pope had a cold”? Really? I’m inclined to believe her.). She murdered her second husband because he wouldn’t buy her a new Mercedes-Benz because they ‘had to set an example for the people during a recession’ (literally one of our senators went to Mexico on vacation while his constituents froze to death, so like, I’m not moved by this, he knew who he married). She even tells the Addams that she’s killing them because she thinks they don’t love her enough. And the Addams learn this about her and they are still willing to forgive her and love her.

It isn’t about the Barbie. It’s about no one caring about her in the way she longs to be cared for. And if she hadn’t died, I think she would have learned that the Addams could have cared for her that way. She was just so used to her family not caring for her that she couldn’t understand that the Addams would welcome her with open arms if she’d been honest from the start.

#movies

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snugglecat453 · 3 years

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Random Genderbent Dib (plus a Gaz, Keef, and Zim) this is my own little interpretation of a gender swapped Dib- her name is Debbie! Why am I posting these? To let y’all know that I’m still in love with IZ I just Don’t post any of my one million sketches. Anyways- I’m kinda in love with her/r /j

Maybe I should just do a doodle dump heres an alien AU too

A quick summary for this AU- basically they’re a lizard species that focuses a lot more on work and science but the whole Membrane have some defects. While their kind can feel emotions, they don’t really have ways of showing it. Membrane shows emotions through his eyes (hence why he uses those visors) and Gaz expresses emotion through her voice. Meanwhile, Dib shows it with his lil light on his head and also has the chance of showing emotions through facial expressions if he feels them strongly enough. Gaz speaks fluent English, Dib speaks broken English, and Membrane doesn’t speak at all yet everyone of his species can somehow understand his silence?

#invader Zim #dib #dib membrane #invader zim au #zim #zadr #zadf #zade #Gaz membrane #professor membrane #invader Zim genderswap au #genderbend #invader Zim space criminals AU #space criminals AU #alien Dib #alien Gaz #alien Membrane #Membrane

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anunvalidcritic · 3 years

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INVINCIBLE: S1-EP8

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

It’s the last episode.... Let’s dive in boys, girls, and non-binary folks!!!

WHERE I REALLY COME FROM

Is it just me or did this week go by really fast??? (went by to fuckin’ fast bcuz I fuckin’ forgot!)

alright so we’re starting off by staring at the grass... that’s a pretty calm start..

nvm it’s raining blood

INVINCIBLE looks sick asf

well, I’m glad that was his first reaction

“It’s me Mark, It’s just me.” - OMNI-MAN

BRO VILTRUMITES ARE FUCKIN’ SAVAGES

DEBBIE has always been a baddie

Bro OMNI-MAN’s storyline is fuckin’ amazing

“You love me, you love Mom! I know you do.” - INVINCIBLE MARK

go ahead and that shit out now my dude

“Do you have any idea how long we live? The older we get, the slower we age. Viltrumite DNA is so pure you’re nearly full-blooded. You’ll live for thousands of years. Do you understand what that means? Everyone you know and love will be gone before you even look thirty.” - OMNI-MAN

well damn thanks for dropping this knowledge on us, sir.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

OMNI-MAN - “I do love your mother. But she’s more like a... a pet to me.”

MARK - “A pet?”

OMNI-MAN - “This is the only way, Mark.” *as he reaches for MARK’s shoulder*

MARK - “Don’t touch me!”

NO THIS MOTHERFUCKER DIDN’T!!!!! DID Y’ALL HEAR WHAT HE JUST SAID!!!??!!?!?!?! I CAN’T DO THIS BRO!!!!!!

go off MARK, talk yo shit!

“I don’t give a shit about Viltrum. And I don’t care if I live a fuckin’ million years. This is my home and I won’t let you destroy it!” - INVINCIBLE

Bro, don’t let your daddy beat yo' ass! You are a grown man now.

dude, this title for the last episode is fucking exceptional!

those dudes in the jets are gonna lose their fuckin’ lives

You know, it’s unfortunate that they know that shit is just a distraction for him and not life threating.

He didn’t have to demolish that man like that...

this man is ruthless

“Did seeing that man lose his life distrube you? Did it hurt you?! Well, let’s see how you handle this.” - OMNI-MAN

👁 👄 👁

Don’t you just love it when motherfuckers just stop and stare when they see a disaster happening??

Now I understand that the building is more than likely collapsing on it’s own, but I wouldn’t be surprised if his dad is pushng it from the other side.

They’re really fuckin’ up Chi-Town right...

I could’ve told you that woman wasn’t gonna make it...

as evil as this man is... his character is amazing

I love seeing MARK rage this dude just goes in!

“For the first time in your life, I’m telling you the truth.” - OMNI-MAN

what is he aboour.

THAT WASN’T FUCKIN’ NECCESSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!

... their suits need more than a deep dry cleaning

He didn’t have to swerve MARK like taht!

the clouds look nice...

okay, that’s enough OMNI-MAN!!

I wish they would’ve at least kept ZACHARY QUINTO’s voice because I miss the guy

See, this episode is a prime (pun intended) and I mean a PRIME example of how raising your kids with a good upbringing is important. If MARK was raised the way OMNI-MAN had intended to raise him, then he would’ve been a complete asshole... an extremely strong asshole, but an asshole.

you know this is very triggering... RIP GLENN

“You wanna die for this planet? Fine. What’s seventeen more years? I can always start again... make another kid.” - OMNI-MAN

FLASHBACK

YOUNG MARK = LITTLE LEAGUE BASEBALL

“Look at Mark. You and I made him. He’s ours. When he feels joy, we feel joy. See that look on his face. How can you see this and not feel the same way. As we get older it’s harder to feel that.” - DEBBIE

GOD! Can Sandra Oh be my fuckin’ mom!?!?!

NOLAN still ain’t shit....

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I like how he had that flashback while he was beating his son to a pulp

homeboy has to get dentures now...

only a narcissist would say some shit like this

“You dad, I’d still have you.” - MARK

that’s fuckin’ heartbreaking....

ik it’s not funny but MARK looks horrible..

looks like OMNI-MAN went back home cryin’

AMBER feelin’ like a complete dick as she should!! (I was rooting for y’all)

how long was he out??

DEBBIE you married an evil motherfucker, but it’s not your fault

Who tf cursed MONSTER GIRL?? She must’ve said or done some foul shit... And who tf fucked up CECIL’s face??

let it out DEBS let it out..

ik tf AMBER just didn’t!! deadass thought it was EVE...

lol the way WILLIAM saved that was hilarious!!

“We can try but it’s literally all anyone is tlking about in the world” - WILLIAM

come on now dude

😆 I could’ve sworn DUPLI-KATE looked asian and not white like EVE. WILLIAM is trifflin’

I was gonna say during the montage clip I knew one of those species looked familiar.

MARK + ALLEN THE ALIEN = BEST BUDS

Mars is gettin’ fucked up from the ground up.

ICONIC DIALOGUE

ALLEN THE ALIEN - “What’s the plan in the meantime?”

INVINCIBLE - “Finish high school, I guess.”

ALLEN THE ALIEN - “Oh, alright good. Sounds good. What is high school?”

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I liked the way it ended! It’s unfortunate that we must bid ado to this lovely grotesque show of INVINICBLE, but alas we must in order to move onto greater things and the world beyond. Hopefully, they’ll get confirmed for a second season because I really don’t want them to end on such an extraordinarily high point...

List of Episodes with link :) ~

EP1 - EP2 - EP3 - EP4 - EP5 - EP6 - EP7 - EP8

EDIT: Thank god Amazon has decided to renew the series for not just the second season but a third as well!!!! FUCK YEAH!!

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blackacre13 · 3 years

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hey! i have a request :))

could you do top!debbie and bottom!lou, where they’re out for dinner with the crew and lou’s misbehaving, so debbie decides to take her home early and punish her

maybe some orgasm denial if possible?

This is definitely the latest rendition of why I’m going to hell😂🙈 so enjoy, y’all 🔥

“So, annoyingly enough, I guess it’s actually Danny we have to thank,” Debbie smiled sadly, feeling Lou’s hand slide against her thigh and giving it an innocent enough pat.

“She could have warned me at least,” Lou teased, tossing a wink to Debbie but answering Amita and Daphne’s question. “The Oceans don’t all have the same track record for settling their debts. Be grateful you landed with the right one.”

“He’s hot,” Constance shrugged.

“That seems to be a popular opinion with you,” Debbie smirked.

Lou raised her eyebrows at Constance and motioned to her wife. “I mean, you have seen Debs, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Constance laughed. “Mom’s smokin.”

“That Met gala dress though,” Nine whistled.

“Watch it,” Lou warned, snaking her other arm around Debbie possessively.

The brunette rolled her eyes playfully, not so secretly loving when Lou got possessive and a bit handsy in public.

“Anyway,” Debbie sighed. “I used to work exclusively with Danny. Things got messy money and control wise, so I walked. But he practically begged me to do this one vegas job…”

“Which only confirmed that you did the right thing by walking away,” Lou continued. “It was utter bullshit what he did to her.”

“But it led me to you, baby,” Debbie sighed with a smile, brushing off the usual anger towards Danny that used to overcome her. She was trying to shake off the darker parts of their relationship now. It felt wrong to remember him that way now that he wasn’t here. Wherever he actually was…

“It did,” Lou grinned, kissing Debbie’s hand. “And thank fuck it did. She changed my whole life.”

“You gave me one,” Debbie breathed.

The two shared a tender kiss that started to slip into the realm of sultry as Tammy cleared her throat. The two pulled away, but Debbie didn’t miss Lou’s hand sliding away from its possessive stance as it made its way lower and lower down her back, the hand on her thigh sliding closer to the hem of her dress and her underwear.

“And it was love at first sight?” Amita asked, her eyes dreamy with wonder.

“More like a warped mutual business understanding,” Debbie chuckled.

“With a lot of steamy tension,” Lou grinned.

“Tell me you fucked on a bed full of poker chips,” Daphne smirked.

Lou and Debbie shared a look as Tammy rolled her eyes.

“Sick,” Constance murmured, the group unsure if she meant it in a positive way or not with a shared round of laughter.

“Tammy, what about you and your husband?” Rose asked with a smile, the group turning to face her as she blushed slightly.

Lou turned to Debbie, moving close to her ear as her hand cupped Debbie under the table.

“How wet do you think I can get you just teasing you like this in front of everyone?” She whispered, her voice already deep and raspy in the way that drove Debbie crazy.

The Ocean swallowed thickly, shifting in her seat.

“We promised Tammy we’d behave tonight,” Debbie reminded her. “No funny business.”

“Well, I didn’t make that promise, honey,” Lou smirked.

“Lou,” Debbie warned.

“Something the matter?” Lou hummed, two fingers slipping under the waistband of Debbie’s panties, dancing over her.

“We said we’d behave,” Debbie replied through gritted teeth, trying not to give into the way Lou teased that was making her giddy.

“Oh, Debbie, I made no such promise,” the Australian whispered, pushing two fingers into Debbie with ease. “For someone who’s so disapproving, you’re certainly wet for me. Tsk tsk.”

“You’re gonna pay for this, Miller,” Debbie hissed, trying to hold back a moan as Lou played with her clit.

“Careful, honey,” Lou warned. “The girls might think we’re up to something if you completely drop out of the conversation,” Lou whispered, thrusting deep into Debbie making the brunette spring forward some, her fork slipping to the ground.

Lou chuckled, taking a swig from her glass, her other hand still inside Debbie.

“Aren’t you going to pick up your fork, Deb?” Lou asked, her voice low.

Debbie rolled her eyes at Lou, and Tammy’s eyes were on the couple in an instant.

“Everything alright with you two?” Tammy asked, her eyes darting between them suspiciously.

“You know what?” Debbie spoke suddenly, her gripping Lou’s wrist suddenly. “I hate to do this to you ladies, but Lou and I are going to have to call it a night. We’ve got a lot of work to do at home.”

Lou tried to catch Debbie’s eyes, but Debbie wouldn’t give her the contact she wanted, just a small smirk and shrug as she kicked the blonde’s ankle.

“Yeah, Debbie’s gonna be really tied up, tonight,” Lou announced, picking up on Debbie’s message but apparently not who was holding the reins.

“Oh no, baby,” Debbie smiled as she stood. “I insist on helping you out. I’ve got a whole plan set up for us.”

“What’s this plan?” Lou hissed as Debbie waved down a taxi outside the restaurant, Lou hot on her heels.

Debbie shrugged.

“Debbie,” Lou warned.

“Don’t debbie me, Lou,” the brunette hissed right back. “If anyone wasn’t behaving tonight, baby, it was you.”

“You know I call the shots here, Ocean,” Lou breathed, her index finger brushing against Debbie’s neck softly, barely touching as she watched Debbie’s shoulders shiver against her.

“Not tonight,” Debbie smirked, swinging open the cab door and ushering the blonde inside. Lou watched Debbie’s face, trying and failing to read it as Debbie gave an address a block from the loft and tossed the driver $500 with the promise he’d keep his eyes and ears on the road and not the backseat before Debbie was straddling Lou in the back of the cab, her fingers loosening Lou’s tie and then tugging it against her neck. “You were so naughty tonight, baby,” Debbie tsked.

“Can’t help it,” Lou smirked. “You look good enough to eat.”

“Then that’s exactly what’s not happening,” Debbie decided.

“But I want to touch you, honey,” Lou groaned. “Have to make you feel good.”

“You don’t get rewarded for being bad, baby,” Debbie reminded her before biting at her ear lobe. “You get…punished.” She ground herself against Lou’s hips as the blonde gasped out, Debbie biting into her shoulder without holding back.

“Think you have the balls for that, Ocean?” Lou chuckled. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“I think I’m going to bring you right to the edge again and again and again. Until you’re begging for me. Crying even. And then I’ll take it all away until you just…cant…take it…anymore,” Debbie whispered, accentuating each point with a sharp bite or suck to Lou’s collarbone.

The taxi came to a stop and the driver looked out the window, pretending to ignore them.

“You’re going to go inside the loft and go straight to our room. Take everything off except your underwear. Oh…and leave your tie. I want you waiting on your knees for me.”

Lou’s eyes were blazing with heat and Debbie was thriving. Debbie could see Lou’s face as she decided whether to fight back or fight through and smirked as Lou nodded before leaving the cab and heading inside. Debbie tossed another hundred at the driver and thanked him for his discretion before he drove off muttering something about “how crazy dykes are during pride”.

Debbie set course for the loft, immediately stopping in Lou’s old room, grateful, especially now, that they’d decided to move into Debbie’s room together and turn Lou’s into a closet for their massive shared wardrobe collection that would never fit in any ordinary closet or two. She ignored her side of the room, thumbing carefully through Lou’s suits and selecting one of her favorites. The harness she wanted was in their room so she settled for one of their old favorites and a well-loved dildo that she hurriedly slid on, tucking it into Lou’s slacks and zipping them up before throwing the matching blazer over just her bra.

She headed into their room, the door opening wide to reveal a deliciously naked Lou in nothing but a thong and a tie. The thing gave Debbie a sneaking suspicion that Lou had expected the evening to go in a very different direction when it came to who had the upper hand.

The blonde’s tongue darted out against her lips as she let out a soft groan seeing Debbie. Debbie knew all the right cards to play. Wearing Lou’s own clothes. Giving Lou the rare sight of her in a suit. Accentuating her tits. And making sure that Lou couldn’t have exactly what she wanted.

“Sit back for me,” Debbie whispered, moving closer to the bed. Her fingers found Lou’s tie, removing it completely as she weighed it in her hands, watching Lou from the corner of her eye before wrapping it snug and secure around Lou’s wrists, effectively cuffing them in front of her.

“Remember how you told me I looked good enough to eat?” Debbie smirked. “Think that’s true?”

“Please, Deb,” Lou whispered. “Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good. You know I can.”

“Oh baby, I know you can,” Debbie smirked. “But only I get to taste myself tonight.”

She unzipped the pants just enough for Lou to see the harness peeking out, surprise coloring her face and then Debbie was popping open the blazer so her bra peeked through and pushing her hand beneath the dildo and harness, pushing two fingers inside herself with an obscene moan at the feel.

“Fuck, you did make me wet,” Debbie admitted. “Just like you planned.”

Lou was biting her lip hard enough, it looked like she might draw blood. Debbie watched as she tried to reach out and corrected herself, remembering her hands were tied.

“Good girl,” Debbie purred, pumping into herself with deeper thrusts now. “I can’t wait to take you apart. Listen to you beg for me. Hear those pretty moans you make just for me.”

“Debbie, please, honey.”

“You feel so fucking good inside me, baby,” Debbie moaned. “God, Lou, you get me so hot. So wet.”

Debbie removed her fingers for a moment to show Lou how wet she was, the blonde letting out an almost strangled sound as she tried to lick Debbie’s lingering hand before Debbie moved it away too fast, her fingers disappearing behind the pants again.

Lou was helpless as Debbie’s hips started bucking against her hand and she was moaning Lou’s name and cursing, suddenly coming hard on her fingers while Lou watched, craving Debbie and trying to rub her thighs together from her kneeling position for some sort of friction.

“That get you wet, baby?” Debbie purred. “Watching me fuck myself like that? Pretending it was you? Get on your back.”

Lou did as she was told, whimpering as Debbie rubbed over the front of her underwear, feeling wetness seeping through the cotton.

“Bet it would be really frustrating if I didn’t even take these off, huh?” Debbie asked.

Lou nodded, her face already sweaty. Debbie started to rub against Lou’s underwear, the blonde squirming beneath her. Debbie ran two fingers teasingly over the fabric, Lou wriggling around, her hips writhing.

“Patience, baby,” Debbie chided her.

“Deb, fuck I’m gonna.”

“But Lou, we’re just getting started,” Debbie whispered, her fingers sliding under the waistband finding Lou’s slick heat between her folds.

“Fuck,” Lou cursed as Debbie swirled her fingers around, finding a rhythm until Lou was panting and telling Debbie how close she was. And then Debbie was pulling away, kissing Lou and rubbing down her arms and legs before thrusting her fingers into Lou again until Lou was right on the edge.

And once Lou was panting and begging to come, thinking that Debbie was finally going to give in, Debbie was lapping at her with her tongue, making the coil of pressure inside Lou even worse as Debbie circled her clit with a vengeance, Lou’s eyes shut tight as she screamed, all too sensitive and too close.

“Please, please. Fuck, Debbie. Please, honey. Let me come for you just once.”

“You want to come for me?” Debbie asked, as if Lou hadn’t been begging for several rounds now.

Lou nodded desperately, too tired to form the words.

“Please,” she panted almost silently.

And then Debbie was driving into her with the strap, Lou bottoming out against the dildo with a deep, guttural moan that could’ve made Debbie come on the spot.

Something shifted in Debbie as she watched Lou, blooming open for her, trusting her, letting Debbie have her way with her. Her tone changed. She felt things grow softer.

“Let me bring you to the edge one more time, baby,” Debbie whispered. “Just one more time and then I promise, you can finally come for me.”

“You promise?” Lou whispered. “No tricks?”

“No tricks,” Debbie whispered. “God, you’ve been so good for me, love. So beautiful.

And Debbie brought Lou to the edge again, reveling in her regained strength as she begged and pled Debbie again until Debbie pulled out, stopping to kiss Lou with fervor before holding the tip of the strap against her.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” Debbie smiled, untying Lou’s wrists. “You don’t even have to ask. Just come hard for me, baby. You’ve been so so good for me, Lou.”

Lou nodded, lifting her hips to meet Debbie as she reached for Debbie’s hands, squeezing tight.

“I’m already close, Deb,” Lou panted, their hips slamming together as their thrusts met.

“Don’t hold back,” Debbie repeated.

“Come with me,” Lou panted. “Fuck, I need to hear you come with me.”

Debbie nodded her agreement, slipping two fingers behind the harness as she kept driving into Lou, the rhythm and her added fingers working her close to the edge as she heard Lou’s breathing change.

“Fuck, fuck. Debbie, I’m gonna—“

“I’m right there with you, baby—“

And as stars popped before their eyes, the two gripping each other tight as their foreheads hit each other, moaning each other’s names, neither could remember who had the upper hand and who was being punished. They were just desperate to be in each other’s arms, chasing sleep together, satisfied smiles on both their faces, hands clasped and ankles hooked around each other, sweaty and satisfied.

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celiamae99 · 3 years

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Sparks Fly -- L.G.

Falling in love with my best friend was never the plan. I mean a girl from the South Side who was just trying to get a two year degree and ignoring the fact that her parents were never coming back, falling for the man who was a recovering alcoholic who had an addict and alcoholic father an a bipolar mother who had the potential to get a degree from any college he wanted?

What could possibly go wrong?

“Come on, get in, I’ll drive you the the bar for work.” Lip told me getting up from the couch, as I was getting ready to walk to work.

“You just got back from work,” I reminded him. I knew that after his shift at the garage he would want to sleep, but he ignored my comment and slipped his coat on an a hat over my head.

“It’s negative ten degrees out,” he commented. “The fuck you’re walking to the bar from here.”

“But—“ I tried to protest but it was useless.

“Get your ass in the car, Lily.”

I never thought the passenger seat of lips old car would ever be as inviting as it was, but as we listened to music and he smoked, I realized I was in love with Lip. Fuck.

The worst part was, and I knew it, was that everybody basically knew that I liked Lip, besides Lip. He was the only consistent person in my life besides Fiona and Ian, and the only true person to care about me in a way that was more special than Ian and Fiona did. I loved my Gallagher’s like they were my own, but Lip was different.

He could smile at me and I would forget how to breathe. He could hold me in bed and I would forget all my problems. He punched a kid at a party who tried to roofie me and I swear in that moment I had never felt more loved.

He held me the whole night as I cried for hours because my mom was never coming back home, never once getting upset even though he had brought it up before.

He held me two days after I got raped and I refused to leave Carl’s bed. He slid in behind me as I faced the wall and held me for hours and hours. He didn’t make me talk, he didn’t make me cry, he didn’t have me look at him. He held me until I was able to to turn around and face him and the truth of what had happened.

He was there when my dad had died. He came to the funeral, he held my hand, he made small talk with my grandma and everything. He sat with me while I sat by the grave and cried after everybody had left.

He was there when nobody else was.

“It’s just so hard at night,” he commented as he flicked his smoke. “That’s when it all sets in and I can only thinking about alcohol.”

“How do you not drink?” I asked. “I mean you come to the bar and hangout with me, V, and Kev, and then you go home and everybody but me and Debby drink. I just don’t know how you do it.” I commented, pulling my leg to my chest.

“Honestly? It’s why I sneak into yours and Liam’s room.” I stared at him and waited for him to continue. “Liam’s basically my child. And sometimes just watching you both so peacefully is enough to get me through the night.”

“What about when Liam sleeps with Carl or Debby because I work late?” That was the real question. Lip ended up in my room almost every night, whether Liam was there or not. Most nights, because I worked the bar until closing, Liam slept in Debby’s room or with Carl. That didn’t stop Lip from climbing into bed with me.

He scratched the back of his neck, his nervous tick. “I think you’re my light in a dark place.” He muttered. “You stood by me through it all, ya know? Karen, Fiona, Frank, Marcia, the stuff with school, Ian, Debby having a baby, rehab, twice. You were just always there. The one consistent thing in my life.” He focused solely on the road and I smiled to myself. “And even when you’re sleeping, I know it’s enough to keep me from stopping to drink.”

I grabbed his hand lightly and threaded our fingers together, and kissed his cheek. “Stay at the bar until I close?” I asked quietly. Lip kissed the back of my hand and my cheeks flamed rosy red.

“Don’t I always?” It was true, when I worked at the bar, Lip stayed and had one to many cokes and scared off the spiteful men that tried to get in my pants.

“Sometimes you you go off with a girl,” I muttered bashfully. I did not want Lip to know the sinking feeling I got in my stomach when I knew he was with a girl.

“Haven’t since I got out of rehab.” He breathed lowly. I thought back on it. Had it been that long? Really? “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

I gave an embarrassing smile. “Are you saying I’m only cute when I’m jealous of other girls?”

Lip didn’t miss a beat. “You’re always cute. You’re cute when you cling yourself to me even though half the bed is yours. You’re cute when you try to reason with Carl and you scrunch your nose up. You’re cute when you and Liam dance in the kitchen to Johnny Cash. You’re cute when you get angry at your chemistry homework. Scratch that, you’re hot when you’re angry. You’re cute when you come home from work and just drop into bed after changing into my shirt. You’re cute when you blush. You’re cute when you wake up in the morning. You’re cute when I come downstairs and you’re making breakfast in my shirt and boxers. I think that’s when I find you the cutest.” I stared at Lip as he pulled into the bar. “What?” He asked as he felt my stare on him.

“You -- you,” I stumbled for words. “How the hell am I suppose to go to work for seven hours with all I want to do is kiss you?”

Lip barked out a laugh. “Well, princess, I guess you’ll just have to wait until after the ball for you prince charming to kiss you.”

I scoffed, and swung myself over the console, straight on to Lip’s lap.

“Not even a kiss for the girl who’s sitting on your lap?” I leaned my head to one side and let my hair fall around us like a blanket.

“If I’m going to kiss you,” He breathed into my ear making me shiver, “It’s going to be my moment. This,” He gestured between us. “Is extremely hot, don’t get me wrong, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on, and you better believe we are going to do it in the car, but our first moment will not be here.”

“Okay,” I muttered, trying to ignore the bile in my stomach from rejection and tried to think of the possibilities that would happen when I left work.

“Hey,” He gripped my thighs tightly. “I want this badly, baby. Just not like this. You deserve special. And this isn’t special.” My heart fluttered, he knew I had never been with anyone or done anything, that I was waiting for the right person. I didn’t want what happened with my parents to ever happen with me.

“Okay,” I said more bashfully, now shy at my forwardness, biting my lip.

“Don’t do that,” Lip said, gripping my thighs tighter.

“Don’t do what?” I muttered, confused.

“You bite your lip.” I stared at him, very confused.

“Yeah, so? I do it all the time,” I muttered off handedly, failing to notice the problem.

“It’s hot.” Blushed bright red for what felt like the hundredth time today.

“It’s hot when I do that, but yet you don’t want to kiss me?” I quirked my eye at the 23 year old.

“Come here,” He muttered. He pulled me to his chest and I shifted to get comfortable. That’s when I felt it. He was hard. “Yeah, that,” He muttered softly. “Is from you. And it’s probably going to stay that way until we get back to the house.”

“I should get to work,” I muttered, my hot breath making goosebumps arise on his neck.

“And Liam is sleeping with somebody else tonight. The only person who gets you tonight is me.” I kissed his pulse point softly before scrambling out of the car, looking at a flustered Lip.

“Are you coming?” I asked, looking back at him, finally noticing how flustered he was. “Awe, are you the one that’s all hot and bothered now?” I giggled.

He glared at me before hopping quickly out of the car and dashing towards me. I shrieked and made a mad dash for the bar. I quickly ran in and ran behind Kev. “Save me,” I pleaded as Lip came in flying behind me.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you for the pretty lady.” Lip said with a fake, horrible, British accent. I squealed and ran into the back.

Kev laughed, “Y’all are idiots!” Kev called after us as Lip chased me.

“I got you,” he slammed me against the door of the girls bathroom and I took a deep breath as his hot breath fanned my face and his arms went above my head.

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it mister. As far as we’re concerned nothing’s happening until after my shift.” I said in the brattiest voice I could muster.

“Don’t be a brat just because you’re not getting your way,” he threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged harshly. I gulped. I knew this was what I wanted.

“Right,” I nodded slowly. “But I am a brat, so what are you going to do about it?” I taunted, pushing my chest forward, knowing how to use my assets.

Lip took a deep breath as his eyes glanced between my eyes and my chest.

“You’re going to go to work and then when we get home,” He moved so his hands were set just below my breasts and he rubbed the underside of them. My breath hitched in my throat. “Then, we will have fun, you brat.”

I’ll admit, him calling me a brat turned me on more than I wanted to admit. “Okay, I mumbled.”

“Now go work before Kev comes and yells at you.” Lip muttered, kissing my forehead firmly. I pranced out to the bar, knowing full well that Lip was watching my ass.

Throughout my shift, I knew Lip was watching me. I laughed with Veronica throughout the whole shift.

“V!” I giggled as she made another joke about Kev. “You can’t say that about your husband!”

“Lip’s looking at you again,” She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a knowing look. My cheeks flamed bright red. “You finally admit that you guys like each other?”

“Kinda,” I muttered. “We’re not gonna define it, I don’t think.” I said softly. “The last thing he needs is me going crazy on him trying to define something when we don’t even know what it is.”

“Girl, you trippin’ if you don’t see how he looks at you.” I stared at her blankly. “I mean, you both have had eyes on each other for years.”

“Yeah, maybe me, but no way for him.” I mumbled wiping a glass. “He had Karen, and then he had Mandy. Then he had that thing with his professor and then quickly moved on to Sierra. And I look nothing like them. Plus I have all my scars and that’s a lot of trauma.”

“Look at me.” She said softly. “It doesn’t matter that you don’t look like them, baby. He loves you and that’s what matters. Your trauma is also his, he’s been there through it all. Also, you’ve been with him through all the things too. He loves you girl, don’t doubt that.” V told me honestly. “Plus, you’re hot as fuck girl.”

After my shift, V told me that she would lock everything up with Kev. I smiled as Lip pulled me into his side.

“You ready to go home?” He asked, glancing down at me as I nervously fidgeted.

“Yeah, but,” I hesitated briefly, “Can we take it slow?” I whispered, nervously.

“Yeah,” He muttered, pressing his lips to forehead. “Whatever you want.”

My heart warmed at his sweetness and I hugged him tightly as we made our way to Lip’s car. I gnawed my lip as he opened my car door. I was in for a long night.

#lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher #lip gallagher fluff #shameless #shameless imagine #shameless fluff #lip gallagher imagine fluff #best friends to lovers imagine #best friends to lovers #fluff #fluffy #fluff imagine #fluffy imagine

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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y’all know that dialogue from the beginning of episode 4 where you talk to Mathieu? the one where you can ask if he wants to reenact Titanic with you? yeah well i’m still salty we didn’t actually get to do that so i’m fixing it with some added self-indulgent headcanons for good measure (in second person format of course because i exclusively write and read x reader fic LMAO) headcanons will be under the cut!!

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“Want to come to the front of the ship with me and yell ‘I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!’?” Mathieu merely blinked in response to your suggestion, arching an eyebrow at you.

“...No? Why would I do that?” You were honestly surprised at how unenthused with the idea he was. The only other earthling in the entirety of El and didn’t event want to reenact Titanic with you! The audacity!

“Because it’s fun! Why else?” Mathieu clearly disagreed with your reasoning, narrowing his eyes at you skeptically. “Fine, be that way. I’m going to go bask in Leonardo DiCaprio’s glory all by myself, and I’m going to have a great time.” With that, you left the brunette standing on the ship’s deck. You made your way to the bow. Standing at the edge, you sucked in a deep breath of air, sticking your arms out.

“I’M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!”

Mathieu:

Still as unimpressed as when you proposed the idea, to be honest. But he respects that you have the gumption to go through with it.

You glance behind you when you’re done and stick your tongue out at him before smiling triumphantly.

It’s contagious, he’ll admit...he can’t help but smile back. Maybe it would’ve been fun to join in, if only to see that smile up close...

And the way the wind is blowing through your hair is quite pretty, too...

It’s only when you wink at him that he realizes he’s been caught staring.

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he looks away, running a hand through his hair in that way he always does. This time, though, there is a noticeable sheepishness in the gesture that isn’t usually present.

Later you tease him about it, saying he should’ve thrown his ego away and joined you if he was just going to watch all the fun you were having and shoot envious eyes from the sidelines the whole time!

Yeah...that’s definitely why he was staring...cough...

Lance:

Literally what in the name of fuck are you doing? - his inner monologue

AT FIRST

He’s an observant man; he looks around for context. Honestly, the way Mathieu is rolling his eyes and Koori is laughing at the scene makes him think you lost a bet of some sort and were purposefully embarrassing yourself.

But before he can think any more on the matter, you turn around with this brilliant smile on your face.

(heart eyes.jpg) It’s such a far cry from the sides of you he has seen up until now; he’s only ever seen you distressed or enraged...both of which were due to his actions and presence.

Seeing the crinkle of your eyes when you’re genuinely happy is new and, dare he say it...intriguing. Beautiful, even.

But then the sun hits your hair just right and you almost have a halo around you and suddenly he remember who he is looking at: the savior of El, the hero who saved the entire world...from him. And he remembers he has no right to be looking at you like this, to be peering in on your moment of joy. So he looks back out over the horizon instead.

Leiftan:

Ah, there’s the Y/N he knows. Always there to bring levity to his aching heart.

...Even if he has no idea what the fuck you’re doing.

Just be careful, please!! Don’t topple over the edge of the ship!! He’s a worrywart, be patient with him.

If he weren’t in self-imposed ‘all things to do with Y/N’ exile, he’d be heading right over to ask just what the hell you were doing.

But then the wind rustles your hair and you turn around, resting your elbows on the railing, and oh...the sunlight creates a halo around your head as you close your eyes, clearly enjoying the salty sea air.

Mans about to have a heart attack! You look just as stunning as you did the day he lost you (and himself but he doesn’t really care about that part) to the crystal.

He can literally feel your angelic aura singing, calling out to him in that moment, but he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes it off. He has sworn off anything of the sort. No matter how mesmerizing you are, he can’t give in...(yet)

Nevra:

“Good to know you’re taking this mission seriously, Y/N.”

We’ve got a Debbie Downer on our hands, folks! Ugh! (Just say, “You weren’t as much of a party pooper before I died for seven years.” That’ll shut him up!)

“I’ll have you know I am taking this perfectly seriously,” you turn your body around to face him, and he resists the urge to smile at the grin you meet his gaze with. “In fact, what I just did is a tradition on Earth for sailors. It promotes safe travels.”

“Is that so?” As you nod assuredly, the vampire rolls his eyes. He knows you’re bluffing...but he’ll still probably ask Mathieu about it later. When you’re out of earshot, of course.

“I learned from the best that having a little fun on missions never hurt anyone,” you say, thinking back to your first few missions with him, back before the crystal. Back when he was...different.

“And I learned that it can kill,” argumentative as always, he was...you sighed. Seven years in a coma and your favorite mischief buddy had shoved a stick up his ass while you were gone! Damn.

He noticed the disappointment in your eyes, then, as the sun vanished behind a cloud. Shit. He didn’t...he never meant...ugh. “...If the journey to Genkaku goes well, I suppose your sailor’s tradition will be proven to work.” He was happy to see your face light up the slightest bit at his peace offering.

“It’s gonna be smooth sailing from here on out, and I’m gonna rub it in your face after.” “I look forward to it,” despite himself, his lips tilted upwards the slightest bit. He felt lighter, much more ready to face the mission ahead...as well as your teasing if you were right about the trip in the end.

Koori (because I’m gay and I love her):

Stands next to Mathieu and laughs. Like a lot. What can she say? What you’re doing is already funny enough, but the fact it’s making Mathieu facepalm is just the perfect cherry on top!

She loves when you get mischievous like this. She happily approaches you to ask what you’re doing.

“I’m reenacting a human movie by myself since Mathieu is too much of a coward to join me.” (There’s a clear “Hey!” in the background but the two of you mutually elect to ignore it.)

“Is this the same movie with the Let It Go song Mathieu likes to sing?” She asks, and you laugh. “No, but is it probably just as famous. It’s about a huge cruise ship that sank.”

“Don’t tell me you just set us up to get swallowed by the ocean!” Her ears pressed down to her head as she joked with you. She watched you laugh, the sun shining off your hair and creating a slight halo effect. It kind of reminded her of when she was able to create that illusion of your angel powers for you, only much, much prettier...

She asks for you to tell her all about the Titanic “so we can avoid the same fate,” but in reality she just wants to stare at you in this lighting, in this moment, for longer.

Soon enough the two of you are sat on the stairs to the bow while you blabber on the whole story. She watches the way your eyes light up as you recount the dramatic bits and smiles. You’re so cute. You’ll make this rough journey easier on her, she’s sure of it.

#woo! my best writing done during an accidental all-nighter #as usual #eldarya #eldarya headcanons #posts #my writing #beemoov #mathieu #lance #nevra #leiftan #koori #eldarya new era

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crossovereddie · 3 years

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Thoughts on 11x06

I had to come back to type this after the episode. I was gonna wait to post until more people are active but everyone’s safety is more important than notes. This was really hard for me to watch. It took me two hours because I kept needing a break. It’s a tough one yall. It’s heartbreaking and really brought out issues I didn’t know I was still dealing with until I reacted so badly to some stuff. Take care of yourselves and I’m here if you need to talk. I’ll have timestamps for major tws in another post coming right after this. I just gotta go back and get the end of those scenes. I only go the time they started.

Okay. So. There’s some trigger warnings that I’ve reblogged earlier. This recap WILL have thoughts about those triggers. If you think you’ll be triggered just message me or send me an ask and I’ll give you the non triggering recap. Stay safe please.

Kev and v intro. They’re having sex behind the bar

I’m extremely nervous for some reason I might not be able to get through this

Bike heist!!

LICKEY RIGHTS

LIP CALLS HIM MICK

MISSION IMPISSIBLE

Mickey is unimpressed

Lip telling Mickey what to do yes please

Fucking Mickey omg

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

THE WAY HE SAYS BRAD

Again Mickey is unimpressed

Lip :(

MICKEY CONCERNED ABOUT LIPS SOBRIETY

AGAIN I SAY LICKEY RIGHTS

Frank is falling the chick he’s boning Monica

Not sure that’s her real name

Wait yeah it is

Frank??? Has to get to work???

Wait her name isn’t Monica

Oh shut now I get what’s happening

“Can I speak to Pope Francis please” LIAM 😭

Poor baby

Lip cooking breakfast. Hot.

I forgot about camis baby

I actually beep bad for lip and Tami

We already heard this argument with Mickey and Ian get new material writers

PRODIGAL THEIF

PINK BOX HES SO CUTE

HE LOOKS SO CUTE GOTTA SQUEEZE HIM PLS

Yeah don’t tell Carl that traitor

MICKEY BROUGHT DONUTS PLS

HES SO CUTE

ITS TOO MUCH

I LOVE HIM

HIS SMILE!!!!!!!!

GALLAGHER YOUTH

THAT MEANS MICKEY TOO BYE

CARL CALLING HIM MICK TOO PLS

I CANT TAKE IT

Poor Liam he’s terrified

“I was hoping the fucker would just die” :(

Shut up Debbie

Mickey is beautiful

Leave Mickey out of it debbie goddamn

I cant fucking stand her

Frank just observing his kids and smiling

Same frank

SHUT UP DEBBIE

OH MY GOD HIS LAUGH IS THIS WHAT YOU HEAR WHEN YOU FIRST GET TO HEAVEN????

“And the smartest” lol

Someone save Liam

“I want Sandy”

We all do kid

Fucking manipulative little I CANT STAND DEBBIE

Sandy deserves better

I hate the Milkovichs!!!!

How did smart sensitive sweet beautiful loving Mickey come from this disgusting family????

MICKEY IS THE BOSS

My heart hurts so him

“Homo sexy” dear god

Mickey is too good he deserves so much better

I love him so much

Let him be happy

Mickey has the biggest heart

They’re actually talking and not fighting

CHAPO STFU

You’re so funny and smart and beautiful don’t forget that baby

SUGAR TITS

And no one is fazed lmao

“He’s actually my uncle and my dad” I fucking hate this show

I forgot Carl makes legit money now

Wtf kinda school is this

This is so fucked up

The twins are so adorable

SHUT UP DEBBIE

“You guys” I hate that but also she’s acknowledging Mickey as “hers” and he’s family :(

Okay this horrifying comment

I hate that it’s just nonchalant

Debbie just keeps talking.

Let’s move on

Mickeys face when she says “butt naked”lmao

LIP CALLING HIM MICK AGAIN

“Talk to you for a minute?”

“Yes. Please”

I LOVE IT

Mickey is unimpressed by lip once again and I’m smiling

They love each other they’re secretly best friends ITS A FACT

HAND SHAKE SO CUTE

MY BABIES

“Blue like my balls” fucking frank lol

They’re going in on Frank’s storyline now

Boss Mickey at it again

Terry’s home

The way his face falls im sick

SANDY BABY

My heart is racing

Mickeys face is breaking my heart

Great now I’m crying

Mickey got emotional

Ian sensed it and touched his neck all fucking sweet

Okay I had to take a little break because I started crying

I love him too much

Fucking Noel is so damn good

My heart is fucking breaking

“Frank’s not a homophobic psychopath who tortured you for years”

Please Mickey deserves better

I don’t wanna hear any Ian slander either.

In this house we protect my son and my son in law I will fight you

“Let’s get the fuck outta here. Lip you coming?” 😭

That was so hard to watch yall. I’m not gonna lie to you. My parents weren’t half as shitty as terry but growing up feeling unloved your whole life fucks you up anyway and that brought out some emotions and feelings I didn’t realize I still dealt with. I had to pause for a good while and cry.

Leave Sandy alone debbie

Terry is disgusting

Okay the homophobic language he uses is definitely triggering so I’ll time stamp that too

Debbie you selfish bitch

Everyone leaving terry outside it’s a yes from me

I honestly can’t concentrate on the other scenes now I’m sorry y’all

I try to cover everyone’s scenes but it’s hard for me today

I’m not okay

Liam is too innocent poor kid

MICKEY LIP AND IAN THE BEST TRIO

We need more scenes

I PAUSED TO TYPE AND THE FUCKING LOOK HES GIVING HIM STOP

They’re besties

Mickey is beautiful

MY BABY BUSINESS BOSS MAN I LOVE YOU

he really hasn’t called him Philip the entire episode wtf

Ignoring Debbie

Now I want fries

Carl is cringy

Mickey drove them home and pulled a gun

Honestly again another heartbreaking scene

Ian’s trying to make him stop

Terry is disgusting and also a coward but we’ve been knew

Noel is the most amazing

Mickey gets teary but doesn’t cry bc I cried enough for the both of us

He’s the strongest bravest ever and I’m so proud of him

I need a hug

My heart hurts so much y’all

I just want him to be happy

I’m a fucking mess

I can’t handle Lip being emotional too

Oh I thought lip wanted to sell the house for himself only but at least they all get their share

Horrible music choice

I wanna tuck Mickey in with his favorite tv show on(911) make him his favorite food to eat in bed and not let anyone but Ian around him for a good 72 hours

The way Ian is looking at him

“Would you take care of me if I was paralyzed?”

“....yeah. Yeah”

“Top you whenever I wanted” “asshole”

His smile is back that’s all I need in life

MICKEY IS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD

RIP DOWN THAT FLAG YES BABY

“That was big of you” “he’s an asshole...I wanna be better than that”

WHEN I TELL YALL I LOST IT I MEAN FULL ON SOBBING

YOURE ALREADY A THOUSAND TIMES BETTER THAN THAT PIECE OF SHIT

YOURE SO KIND AND BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT

Ian’s like “back of the head? Gotta grab and hold my boy”

“You are so much better than that” IAN MY SWEET SON IN LAW I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR LOVING OUR BOY SO WELL

IAN IS THE MOST SUPPORTIVE HUSBAND

V spitting truth

I want terry to fucking suffer

Don’t do it frank

“Nah” LMAO

Frank loves his son in law

Sandy I love you

I need to hold her

No debbie I LOVE HER

NO SANDY LOVE ME INSTEAD

DEBBIE DOESNT DESERVE YOU

Carl scene was so awful I feel so bad for him this girl is a fucking psycho

That was an actual rape scene what the fuck

Mickey making frank laugh

Debbie explaining? Really?

I hate her

“How long is this gonna take? I’m fucking starving Lip” WHY WONT YOU CALL HIM PHILIP

“We could get on with our lives” well that hurt more than it should’ve

It’s really the end soon huh? 😢

According to captions Ian says “we’re in”

Frank reads his diagnosis

Carl goes to report his rape

That took me nearly two hours to watch. Yeah I usually pause to type but I had to take long breaks after the hard scenes. It was a really hard episode to watch. A lot darker than it has been. I’m not really okay right now. It was emotional but a really good episode overall.

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Article: Moving Over: A Powerhouse of Black Dance Is Retiring (Mostly)

Date: September 2, 2021

By: Charmaine Patricia Warren

Joan Myers Brown, the founder of Philadanco, is stepping back if not quite away from her duties. She still goes to the office every day.

Rushing to our Zoom interview from an in-person audition at the Philadanco studios, Joan Myers Brown opened the conversation by making me laugh. She asked for a reminder of what we were doing and then said, “What an honor, you want to talk about me — only thing I usually talk about is Philadanco.”

Myers Brown is the keeper of all things Black dance, and Philadanco (or, the Philadelphia Dance Company) is the troupe she founded in 1970. Now, after more than 50 years, she’s “moving over,” as she calls it, stepping back but not quite stepping away from the daily work of running the company.

At 89 (she turns 90 on Christmas Day), she is full of energy, and her memory is impeccable. Given the floor, she will share her love of dance, especially Black dance, for which she has been a champion and an institution builder.

True to her Philadelphia roots, in 1960 she founded the Philadelphia School of Dance Arts, for African American children; then Philadanco in 1970; in 1988, the International Conference of Black Dance Companies; and then in 1991, the International Association of Blacks in Dance (I.A.B.D.), which supports the Black dance community through gatherings, presentations, education and career guidance.

Of course, none of this existed when Myers Brown started studying ballet at 7 with Essie Marie Dorsey, whose school catered to Black children. (Dorsey, who passed for Spanish, had studied ballet with whites.) At 17, in the segregated 1940s, Myers Brown got the bug to become a ballerina from a white teacher, Virginia Lingenfelder, and was the first and only Black student in Lingenfelder’s ballet club.

Later, she studied at the Ballet Guild, where she was again the only Black student, and was spotted there by the British choreographer Antony Tudor, who invited her to take his class. “He was coming from England, so he didn’t have that American prejudice stuff,” Myers Brown said. “He taught me like I was the same as the others and not like an intruder.”

She never became a professional ballerina. “Other than Janet Collins, Blacks were not hired at that time,” she said, referring to the first African American prima ballerina with the Metropolitan Opera. But because of Tudor, Myers Brown performed in a community production of Michel Fokine’s “Les Sylphides” with the Ballet Guild and the Philadelphia Orchestra. At 19, Tudor encouraged her to move to New York; instead, she commuted to study with the dancer and anthropologist Katherine Dunham. “I would’ve been afraid to go to New York and live alone,” Myers Brown said.

She became a successful revue dancer and seized every opportunity to take class on her travels. “I read every book on ballet and dance, and then I chose to teach because I didn’t get the opportunities I wanted,” she said. “That’s when I started my school and tried to teach what I remembered.”

The Black dance community reveres her, and the world has been noticing. She was the subject of a 2011 book, “Joan Myers Brown and the Audacious Hope of the Black Ballerina,” by Brenda Dixon Gottschild. And in 2012, President Obama presented her with the National Medal of the Arts.

I met Myers Brown, or Aunt Joan as she is known to those close to her, when we were both instructors at Howard University in the early 1990s. Like me, those who’ve walked alongside her know that she is a powerful force, a leader who has set the tone for Black dance organizations to follow. And though Myers Brown is stepping back from her role at Philadanco, make no mistake: She still goes to the office, and is very involved.

When talking to Myers Brown, you bring your best because her presence demands it. She is always dressed to the nines, but her elegance is balanced by her lack of pretension and her quick, sometimes sharp, tongue.

“You didn’t ask me any questions,” she said near the end of our talk. I did, but they flowed organically because Aunt Joan made it so easy.

Below are edited excerpts from our conversation.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: So, what made you decide it was time to step away?

Joan Myers Brown: Guess, just guess! I’ll be 90 years old. I have four dance companies, two dance schools and six grandkids. I’ve been working 15-hour days for 50 years, plus my school will be 60. I’ve given enough of my life to this, but I don’t own it.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: What do you mean you don’t own it?

Joan Myers Brown: Founder’s syndrome. After a while, the founder don’t mean anything because the company and organization have outgrown them.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: How are you feeling about moving over, as you call it?

Joan Myers Brown: I’ve settled on moving over, and I appointed Kim Bears-Bailey as artistic director. Now I have to let her know it’s OK to do what she thinks and let her make mistakes. But I need a managing director, someone who is committed to moving something other than their own aesthetic forward.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Kim was first at Philadanco, in 1981, as a dancer. Did she make an impression on you back then?

Joan Myers Brown: She did. She was one of those girls that I don’t think ballet companies would have liked. You know how they do us when we are Black and we just don’t look the part. She wanted it, and was willing to put forth the work, and I said, “Why don’t you audition for Ailey?” She said, “Everything I need is here.”

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Was there a search for an artistic director?

Joan Myers Brown: Not artistic, managing. I’ve had three white girls come into my organization with all the qualifications, but there was a sensitivity chip about Blackness missing. They have to think differently about how they treat Black people and know what we need. When I was looking for a development director, I hired a company of three ladies.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Are they Black?

Joan Myers Brown: No. White. I had to school them.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Does Kim run the school also?

Joan Myers Brown: Well, the school is not part of the company. The first 10 years the company was housed in the school, but when we purchased the building, we reversed the roles. The school pays rent to the company. I kept the school for profit so I would be guaranteed an income as a single parent.

You know, the String Theory School wants to build a new location, a charter school, and call it the Joan Myers Brown School of the Arts.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Wait, they’re naming a school after you?

Joan Myers Brown: Yes, and they want me to develop a curriculum, so I put Ali [Willingham, artistic director of Danco3] there because he teaches the way I like people to teach — know the craft, break down the movement, demand growth and not show off. Our youth are caught up in getting the applause and not learning the craft, so when I find the ones that really want to learn, they have someplace for classes and performing opportunities.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: The Black Lives Matter movement isn’t new to you, is it?

Joan Myers Brown: I experienced that in 1962, 1988 and 1995. Every time white folks in charge throw money out there and say, “Y’all got to help Black people,” they help us, but when the money’s gone, they’re gone. Have you noticed how every ad in Dance Magazine has a Black person? It’s like they are saying, “Look, I got one!”

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Did you envision I.A.B.D. conferences as a home base for the Black dance community?

Joan Myers Brown: You know, the first few conferences we were a mess, but we were happy to be together. Cleo [Parker Robinson] is from Denver; Jeraldyne [Blunden] was Dayton; Lula [Washington], Los Angeles; and Ann [Williams], from Dallas. And each time we learned something about our own organizations, about others doing the same thing, and how we can help each other. Mikki Shepard pulled us together, and people said we set the plate for DanceUSA. I was on the board of DanceUSA then. I said, “I got to get away from here and start my own thing because this ain’t helping Black people at all.”

The younger members want to ignore the things we learned, and their opinions are valid, but I say experience teaches you something. I.A.B.D. was a gathering to bring us together and share stuff, now it’s a full-fledged service organization.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Do you miss the early gatherings?

Joan Myers Brown: It wasn’t like, “Girl, you got to come,” but more like, “let’s be together.” And when Jeraldyne died, we were a mess. Debbie [Blunden-Diggs] is stepping up to the plate now.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: The Philadanco family is huge, isn’t it?

Joan Myers Brown: We have a saying: You “gon” — without the “e” — but you’ll be back. A girl from my summer program told her mom, “I want to go back to Philadelphia because they give the training I need.” And her mother said, “I used to be in Philadanco 25 years ago, I’m going back with you.” She moved back, and I put her in charge of my minis.

I’ll give you another example: My first company was football players. I had no big boys in the school, saw them playing at my old high school and asked them to be in a show. They were more interested in the girls at first and refused to wear tights. I couldn’t pay them, but the Negro Trade Union Leadership Council was paying Black boys to learn trades. I told them to go in the morning, learn the trade, get that check, and then come for class at night, and they caught the bug. One of the boys owns a company and does my renovations now.

Everybody can’t teach or choreograph; I encourage all of my dancers to have a second career so that when you stop dancing you can do something else.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: What do you wish for?

Joan Myers Brown: Well, I’m wishing that people would understand that I need to shore up this organization. So, if I drop dead, the organization won’t be saying, “Aunt Joan ain’t here, what are we going to do?” I want them to say, “Do this, and take care of that.”

Charmaine Patricia Warren: You always have a Plan B, so what is it?

Joan Myers Brown: I like living alone. I like being single. I had three husbands, I’m fine. My Plan B is to do nothing, but I realized that people pay me to talk so I might do some more of that.

Charmaine Patricia Warren: Did I forget anything?

Joan Myers Brown: No. Well, yes, I do what I do because it needs to be done. And I believe in helping people that need help, and if they don’t pay back, it’s OK. The last thing I can say is that being Black in America is being Black in America, and it ain’t easy.

#joan myers brown #article #the ny times #ballet

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jae-daddy · 4 years

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pairing: draco x reader genre: shifting realities, romance, clownshit plot: you were shifting realities for the lols but end up trapped in harry potter world with draco malfoy as your companion a/n: say it with me kids, it issss what it issss <3 hope y’all enjoy it not edited

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You slowly opened your eyes and took in the darkness. You smiled as you remembered the dream you just had. You had actually ended up in Harry Potter world and met Draco Malfoy. It had felt real, but it was all a dream.

You sighed as you sat up and closed your eyes, soaking in the darkness around you.

“Good, finally you’re awake.” You shot up straight as you turned to your frantic eyes towards the boy who reminded you of winter. “Your snoring was rather annoying. One more minute and I was about to turn you into a frog.”

“It’s real,” you breathed as you slightly slumped in the bed. You looked around you in confusion and then at the black covers over your body. You were sure you had fallen asleep on the armchair, but you were in bed now. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, did I sleepwalk into the bed?”

You didn’t realise you were that exhausted from shifting. But you also didn’t know what to expect when you were shifting realities, and you still didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t know when you would be able to go back home, or what will happen to you while you remained here.

“It was unpleasant,” Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, as he took a bite into a green apple. You smiled at that and bit your lip. He snorted as he quizically held out the apple to you, “Do you want one, muggle?”

“No,” you smiled back, making him frown. But before he could say anything else, your tummy grumbled with hunger, making your cheeks flush. You softly said, letting your hair fall around you, “I’m not hungry.”

“I think your tummy was loud enough for the entire of Wiltshire to hear,” he chuckled at you, your cheeks burning brighter. “And the way you’re looking at my precious apple, makes me feel unsettled.”

You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms and gave him a blank stare.

“I wasn’t eyeing your apple, Draco,” you huffed, before shaking your head. “You don’t know how many girls would have died seeing you bite into an apple.”

Draco laughed at that, as he took another bite, this time holding your eyes. You didn’t look away from the challenge and tried to hide the way your body was reacting. The butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach, going crazy as you looked into his icy grey eyes.

“Is this the tiktok nonsense you mentioned yesterday?” He asked, looking smug as if he saw through your act.

“Yeah, it is,” you whispered.

“So, what it is?”

“It’s videos made by people, and others can see them and enjoy it,” you were being careful. “A little community is formed when a lot of people hold a similar interest, and that becomes a ‘side’ of tiktok.”

“And there is a side, dedicated to me?” He smirked before taking another bite.

You quirked an eyebrow, and he smiled, “you mentioned it yesterday.”

“You caught that?”

He rolled his eyes, and you sighed before nodding.

“And how did you muggles get these materials of me to make these videos that you seem to enjoy a lot.”

“I don't enjoy them,” Your cheeks were on fire once again, as you felt an urge to defend yourself. But you were lying you had enjoyed it, a lot, and that’s why you had tried this stupid shifting in the first place.

Draco tsked, as he got up and moved closer to you.

“Don’t avoid my questions, muggle,” he asked, his voice cynical. “How did you get materials of me?”

You couldn’t say he was a fictional character. You were sure there was a rule that prevented you from saying that the fictional characters weren't real. That they were nothing more than words in a book, or characters played by actors. It would make them spin out of control, go mental. You couldn’t tell him the truth.

At least not entirely.

“I am from the future,” you answered.

It was stupid. You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips.

Stupid. Absolutely stupid.

“Really?” Draco narrowed his eyes at you.

You nodded your head quickly, but you were sure your eyes were wide with panic.

“I am certain I can’t really talk about it properly because you know,” your eyes darted around the room. The morning light illuminating the dark wood through the open curtains at the opposite end of the room, “I might say something and unleash chaos.”

Draco moved away in deep thought, his tongue tracing the side of his lips, and it took everything in you from squealing.

“But we know about you, and you are very... loved.” His icy eyes skipped over to you before he rose an eyebrow, before snickering darkly.

“I am loved by muggles?” He snorted, not believing you. “You say they love me, but you were certain I was going to kill you when you showed up here.”

You opened your mouth to say something but failed to find the words. You didn’t know how to explain your fear, how disoriented you were. How you ended up in the Malfoy mansion not sure what time it was, not sure if Voldemort had made this into his headquarters and was slithering around somewhere downstairs.

“Forget it,” he sneered as he turned away from you and began towards the door.

Before you could stop him; he was out. You slumped into your seat as you bought the sheets up to your chest.

And then a minute later, breakfast appeared on the table in front of the fireplace and armchairs.

_________

“Finally,” you cried as he came into the room.

He looked at you with wide eyes, checking behind him before quickly closing the door.

“Are you deranged?” Draco spat as he stared at you furiously. “Don’t ever do that again. Stay hidden in the closet until you’re sure I am alone.”

Your tummy flipped as you curled your toes. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling a Debby Ryan. “You’re worried about me?”

Draco scoffed, before locking his door with a flick of his wand, and walked towards you. He settled onto the armchair in front of you, keeping his eyes steady on you.

“You can take a picture,” you spoke with a smirk. “It lasts longer.”

“Spunky, are we muggle?” Draco replied, a fire in his eyes that made you smile harder, before chuckling.

“I’m sorry, that’s the best I can do,” you shook your head before giving him a ridiculed look. “Can you believe that I’m a Slytherin?”

He snorted before freezing.

“Wait, but you’re a muggle?” He blinked confused. "How can you be sorted?"

“Yeah, well, we have this website where you fill in a quiz, and it tells you what house you are in,” you shrugged as you took a grape from the table loaded with snacks thanks to the gracious Draco Malfoy. “My wand is applewood with a unicorn hair core, 14 inch-ish.”

Draco watched your hands as you showed the uncertainty, and then at your face as if you had an extra head.

You ignored him and continued, “You have a unicorn hair core too, right?”

He just stared at you, the fireplace casting beautiful shadows on his face.

“It means you are good,” you spoke softly. “You’re not bad Draco, when there is a choice you do choose good if you can.”

Draco scoffed at that before closing his eyes and leaned back, his face facing the ceiling.

“For example,” you continued, swallowing nervously, “you could’ve outed me to your father, but you didn’t.”

Draco opened his eyes and stared at you. His eyes were blazing as he locked his jaw.

“You’re not bad,” you breathed, holding his eyes. “You’re not evil.”

Draco rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he snorted in disbelief. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and his eyes so cold it froze you in your seat.

“The only reason I hid you was because you could prove to be useful,” he spoke, his voice low and void of any emotion. “You entered inside Malfoy mansion, so riddled with wards, that even attempting is enough to paralyse the best wizard. But there you were unharmed, very alive, and a muggle too?”

He laughed to himself, and you stared at him as your eyes burned.

“Don’t try to romanticise this, muggle,” he whispered, his voice dripping with venom cutting your skin. “Don’t mistake my actions as kindness to you. I am not good. I am not nice. I am not your saviour. I am nothing but your captor, muggle.”

You tore your eyes away from his blazing ones and stared at the fire instead. Even the flames crackling, as it ate away the wood, seemed calmer compared to the fire in Draco’s icy eyes.

“Now be useful,” he said, his voice smug with victory, “and say something beneficial to me.”

You dug your nails into your palm, trying to contain the poison boiling in your veins. You wanted to hurt him. You didn’t want to have this victory.

You lifted your gaze and met his, as a vicious smile grew on your lips.

Maybe you were Slytherin after all.

“War is coming, Malfoy,” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. He watched you, his eyes taking in your lips as every word left you. He drank it in, his face paling as the words left you. “And you’re at the brunt of it all.”

Draco Malfoy studied you waiting for you to laugh, waiting for you to tell him it was a joke. But when you remained quiet, you saw something in him crack.

Had he suspected this?

He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupted him. He looked behind him, replying he’ll be there in a minute.

You got up, as he turned towards you, you closed yourself in the closet.

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You welcome the hot water falling over you, relaxing the tight muscles on your shoulders. The Malfoys sure did have amazing water pressure, and the whole bathroom smelled like Draco.

It was almost as if every product in the bathroom was made from a scent specifically made for him.

As you opened your eyes and reached for the shampoo, you found another set of products placed next to them that wasn't there a moment before. Just like the brush in the morning, a new set of showering products had appeared just for you.

You pumped out the shampoo and messaged it into your hair. You smiled at the scent of light flowers and thanked the lords it did not smell like strawberry or some fruit because your headache would’ve killed you.

You came out to find a fluffy dark green towel laid out for you. You wiped yourself before wrapping it around you and reaching for your clothes.

You grimaced at the thought of wearing those same dirty clothes after feeling so fresh and clean. But to your surprise the clothes were missing, you froze before checking the floor, under the sink, but it was gone; it was missing.

You checked the bathroom for another pair to magically appear like the products but nothing.

You wrapped the towel around you before peeking out into the room. The bed and the armchair facing the bathroom were unoccupied. You took a deep breath and walked out gripping the towel around your body.

“Putting a show for me?” A voice snickered making you whip around. You turned to a smirking Draco who sat on the other armchair, taking in your body before clicking his tongue in distaste. “Sorry but muggles do not engage me.”

“Your magic took my clothes away,” you rolled your eyes before glaring at him, annoyed.

Draco laughed at you.

“Trust me, I would use my magic to avoid seeing you like this,” he apologised mockingly. “The manor has magic of its own, it goes to the house-elves.”

“Dobby?” You exclaimed, making him frown in an almost sad way.

“He’s free now,” he said, his voice seldom but a small smile on his lips. Before he focused at you, and then clipped, “are you going to stand like that the whole night?”

“If you didn’t realise Draco, I don’t have any clothes.”

“Just find something from my closet.”

You walked over and were once again overwhelmed by how big and luxurious the walk-in closet was. It all looked expensive and you hesitated to reach for anything. You spotted a basket at the bottom in the corner of the closet and pulled out a sweater and sweatpants.

You walked out dressed and frowned.

Draco noticed and sighed, mockingly, “What’s wrong, princess?”

You frowned deeper before sinking into the seat in front of him.

“Can’t you magic some clothes for me?”

Draco rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“My clothes fit you just fine,” he muttered, not removing his attention from the book in his hands.

“Draco, I need other clothes than a sweatshirt and pants,” you growled at him, but he still didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t realise you had a vacation planned out,” he snickered, his eyes moving along the page.

“Draco, I need undergarments,” you spoke your cheeks flaming.

Draco didn’t look up, but he wasn’t reading anymore. His eyes remained at the same spot for a long moment, before he cleared his throat.

“Fine.” Was all he said before he began reading again. His eyes moved slowly as if trying to concentrate. You watched his blonde hair shine orange in the shadows of the fireplace.

“Thank you,” you replied. You awkwardly sat there for a minute, feeling bored instantly. “So, what are you reading?”

“Are you blind as well as stupid, muggle?” He lifted up the book and held it out to you. You squinted trying to read, before frowning.

“I can’t read,” you sighed.

“You’re illiterate as well as muggle?” He jeered, his eyes on you expectantly.

“No, I wear glasses,” you explained, annoyed. “I wasn’t wearing them when I shifted because they were reading glasses, and I was like sleeping, you know? And I only brought with me what I had on me.”

“You are blind.” Not a question. “I can fix that.”

“Draco, I think-”

He got up and moved towards his bed, opening the drawer of the side table. He pulled a vial and then handed it to you.

“What is this?” You studied the bottle sceptically, you stared at Draco with distrust.

“It’s a potion for weak eyes,” he answered, tired, before mumbling. “I take it too.”

You looked at the clear liquid, tossing it in your hands for a minute. You began opening the lid and focused on Draco, “If I die from drinking this, I am haunting you.”

Draco watched as you put the bottle to your lips and drank the contents.

“As if you are haunting me enough,” he snorted, focusing on his book.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the burn or the feeling of magic to make you glow, but nothing happened. You opened your eyes, your brows furrowed as you looked around.

You peeked at Draco, and then examined the book in his hand.

“Conscious and Projection,” you read. “What class?”

“General knowledge.”

“Boring.”

Draco glared at you.

#Draco Malfoy #draco #draco x y/n #Draco x apple #Harry Potter #it issss what it isss #quite a long one #malfoy #Draco fanfic #shifting realities #jaedaddy #hope yall enjoy #<333 #not edited

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Debbie Gallagher: ALL Love Interests RANKED

Okay! I tried to rank all of Debs’ love interests and it was hard to do because I am not set on that ONE PERSON that I ship her with above all else, but these are my thoughts! Keep in mind that these are all MY OPINIONS and you are entitled to yours as well! Let’s talk about it! If you read all this ILY.

Here we go:

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23. The Guy At The Pool (Season 5)

He thought Debs was special needs and she tried to flirt with him...

22. Kelly (Season 9-10)

I LOVE Kelly so much but she was not into Debbie! I really love her with Carl and Debbie should not have tried to interfere! I will however say that I really really REALLY enjoy their friendship and I wish that that would have continued on. They had some really good moments together.

20/21. Eugene (Season 6) & Board Game Guy (Season 7)

Alright so these two don’t technically count because Frank tried to set Debbie up with Eugene so that she’d be written into his will. And the Board Game Guy was from a deleted scene as one of Debbie’s “life partners” from that flyer she made. So enough said.

18/19. Tyler (Season 6) & Erika (Season 6)

Again, Frank attempted to set Debbie up with Tyler and while that “potential relationship” wasn’t as bad as what happened between her and Erika, I am grouping them together because Debbie wasn’t technically into either of them and it was set up to fail right from the start.

17. Larry (Season 6)

The pregnancy fetish guy! I’m not quite sure what the intentions were for this character in the long run but it was a funny joke in the episode he was in. Even in the beginning Larry gave off red flags, but Debbie was happy... until the truth was revealed. Weird.

16. Jared (Season 11)

Another irrelevant love interest: the gay guy that cheated on his husband with Debbie after giving her cocaine. Obvious issues with this encounter/plot line aside, I did feel that their interactions at the bar were flirtatious and I didn’t hate him.

15. Calista (Season 11)

ANOTHER irrelevant character that was used and never brought back!!! I didn’t totally hate her either, she was upfront about her ex-girlfriend and that whole situation. She helped Debbie and didn’t take advantage of her but the second she came on screen; I’m sorry but I did not give a fuck. Her last episode built up a potential friend/relationship opportunity for Debbie and they just did nothing with it. Idfk what else to say, not a fan but I did appreciate Calista trying to take care of Debbie when she clearly was drinking too much.

14. Sandy (Season 10-11)

Oh boy, everyone’s favorite partner of Debbie’s... Yeah, Sandy is so low on this list not necessarily because I didn’t like her for Debbie, or that I have beef with Elise (b/c I love her as an actor sm). I personally just hate the sheer fact that this character EXISTS in the first place. I never understood the hype, but I know that people only like her because she’s a Milkovich ie. related to Mickey. That’s the hard truth this fandom isn’t willing to admit. My disliking Sandy should be a post of its own but lemme get into her relationship with Debbie.

You could tell that Emma and Elise liked working together so the chemistry was sorta there (definitely not soulmate shit tho). Each time that they interacted in s10 I was over it. S11 was better in the sense that whether I would like to admit it or not, they did have some “cute moments” (mainly just Sandy calling Debbie babe/babes). The second shit hit the fan in regards to Sandy’s history, I immediately understood Debbie’s issue with her and why her character would not want to be with Sandy. But, with that being said, Debbie was also in the wrong because she made everything about herself throughout the entire course of this relationship! Sandy did call her out, ex: “who was supposed to take Franny to school?”, and things like that were nice. HOWEVER I am sorry to say, this relationship felt like a massive waste of time and it felt like they were trying to force something that shouldn’t have existed to begin with. I don’t have the patience to even analyze this anymore, but maybe down the line because clearly there is SO MUCH to delve into!

13. Alex (Season 9)

Omg I did not like this relationship/plotline at all. Alex had issues but Debbie was so inconsiderate! I never saw the appeal here! It was nice that Alex had the decency to go and help Debs with Ford after the fact. I just feel “meh” about this tho. They had moments but ultimately I personally wasn’t into it and Debbie’s random newfound self discovery of “lesbianism”.

12. Kyle (Season 3)

Emma Kenney’s first kiss! Kyle was a one episode character that did have the potential to be more than that. I didn’t hate the kid as Debbie’s love interest, but there also wasn’t anything special about him. He was just kinda there and then he left. Debbie really seemed to like him though, spelling his name in her peas, etc.. I do like that one line about cigarettes that Kyle had but again he was such a short lived character and when he turned out not to be related to Kevin it became unnecessary to keep him around... even if the episode alluded to him returning. They were sorta cute!

11. Claudia (Season 10)

So I didn’t like this relationship much either but there was a certain kind of stability in the relationship that felt organic and nice. Partly because I enjoyed watching Constance Zimmer and she made Claudia likeable. Do I ship it? No. Was it a problematic dynamic? Yes. Was it a tolerable relationship? Eh. I didn’t hate it entirely though. Debbie, being a Gallagher, eventually fucked it up. And while I did like the drama, Debbie wasn’t REALLY into Claudia as much as she may have believed she was. So, it totally felt like a one off that would end with Claudia not returning... and it was. So there was no time for an investment of any kind.

10. Hedi (Season 11)

Gosh... Debbie’s endgame(?). Hedi was introduced too late for me to care enough about her (At this point it would have made sense for Debbie to wind up with Calista because at least she was already introduced!). I don’t necessarily like Hedi as a character and quite frankly it was a “who tf does SHE think she is” kinda deal for me. At first I was interested and didn’t hate her (and I don’t), but then she “thought she was Jimmy” and I instantly got annoyed (LOL I GUESS it was a nice nod to him tho... I guess).

My (several) problems with Hedi as a character aside, there IS something about Hedi being presented as this “dangerous badass” who is (somehow) WORSE than Debbie, that worked well. I’m not a fan of the ship, but it is an interesting dynamic in the sense that Debbie could potentially be “living on the edge”. I fear for what trouble this could cause Debbie BUT it’s like Frank referenced: Monica vibes. I don’t think it’s “true love” like Debbie said to Franny. A constant storyline for Debbie has been “why can’t anyone ever love me” and so she falls in quickly. Maybe Hedi will leave her but that’s the thing, “she’s done worse” so idk, either way I don’t think it’s meant to last! But I guess I don’t mind them being together! Karma’s a bitch! Will Carl tell her what Arthur found? Would it even make a difference?

9. Julia (Season 10)

I would have actually rather preferred her with Carl too! It was never love between Debbie and Julia, but the relationship did create good conflict for my viewing pleasure. UNPOPULAR OPINION, I didn’t mind Julia as a character at all. She was fine for me. I also enjoyed how ultimately SHE was only using Debbie in the end. Julia does admit later on that she was experiencing with her sexuality so maybe she did have feelings for Debbie at one point, which I thought was interesting. Debbie got herself into this one. At least Julia was more age appropriate than Claudia... (which is ironic since Debbie got in trouble for being with Julia when the age gap is MUCH bigger between Claudia and Debbie LOL I love it)! I also found Julia annoying Debbie to be amusing, that’s not to say that I liked her a lot either cuz I don’t!

8. Matty (Season 4-5)

Man do I feel bad for Matty! Debbie raped him and it was horrible. From the get-go when Matty was introduced the relationship was hella awkward!! And not only that but Debbie was a MINOR! Matty did do the right thing and said they couldn’t be together but a part of me will always feel strange that he WAS INITIALLY attracted to Debbie before learning her age. That to me is still wildly inappropriate. He shoulda cut it off. He did try to be her friend and took her to that dance which was cute but ahhh this was just a MESS all around. Cringe. At least he didn’t take advantage.

7. Henry (Season 4)

Speaking of Matty and that dance, Henry was supposed to take her. He asked her as a joke in order for Seama to inflict revenge on Debbie. If that weren’t the case however... DAMN THEY WERE CUTE! The potential that this relationship could have had! If only it wasn’t all an act! It was a “day worth of love” and sure that’s not enough for two people to REALLY be IT, yet there was something charming about their connection that I wish was real. Or idk maybe Henry could have reconnected with her later and apologized and it could have been revealed that he did actually like her... but that wasn’t the case. Fuck him!

6. Simon (Season 1-2)

Debbie was NOT interested in Simon at all but at the time he was almost like the male version of her. Their banter back and forth was fun to watch and he probably would have treated her well. It’s unfortunate that we didn’t get to even see their friendship progress. Their interactions were funny and he was a good guy!

5. Batiste (Season 10)

Y’all may not understand why this guy is so high on the list but a part of me wishes this character wasn’t a one off. Batiste is the dude Debbie tried to return her “unused” shoes to. If you can recall, he wanted a blowjob to take advantage of her. While this was a dick move (and the plot went nowhere) a part of me would have liked to see more! He did have an arc where he acted like an ass and realized that it is wrong to degrade women. I just think it could have been built upon and Emma may have had chemistry with this actor. There was something here that I didn’t hate and I felt it could have been expanded upon.

4. Little Hank (Season 2-3)

Debbie’s first real crush! It was interesting to see how he didn’t like her at first and then a “friendship/relationship” slowly started to develop after he gave her flowers. IT JUST NEVER CONTINUED! Little Hank was in no way the most upstanding, but it was cool to see Carl have a friend that Debbie crushed on (when she was little she wasn’t intentionally taking something away from Carl ie. Kelly, so I support it). Their interactions were fun to watch too! The fandom definitely has a soft spot for Little Hank! And at one point everyone was rooting for them to be together. Too bad we never discovered what ended up happening to this character!

3. Neil (Season 7-8)

The bathtub scene tho! Adorable! There was a short moment within this relationship that was super cute where the two of them really did seem to care about each other and may have both been in love. It goes without saying that Debbie was only using him, but they did have SOME potential and they found a common ground where they each benefited each other’s needs. Debbie once again was TOO controlling and self absorbed to make it work, but I don’t think she was entirely happy in a relationship with him. He deserved more respect!

2. Derek (Season 5-8)

Baby Daddy! I really did enjoy them together until Debbie took advance of him and Franny came into the picture, but at the same time that’s one of the reasons that Derek, as a character, has a deeper connection to Debbie and the audience. I always enjoyed their flirting back and forth and the relationship they had (the deleted scene with the card/push up game ahh my heart)! Debbie really did mess up due to her desperation to “belong to a family”, which is another one of her consistent character traits. She just went too far and tried to trap him. Then shit got messed up between their families. Derek did eventually ask for parcial custody and did have a desire to be a part of Franny’s life. Debbie said no and that plot line died until s10. Pepa!! Ahh! RIP to Derek, it was sad to me that he died. Definitely a character and relationship that I wish was incorporated more because I truly enjoyed them together.

1. Duran (Season 8)

Besties with benefits! Stop! Nobody talks about my guy Duran! Sure they both said that this relationship was of a sexual nature and that they were just a couple of friends but damn! The chemistry and dynamic was palpable! It is truly a shame that we didn’t get to see more of this friendship! They were on common ground and really did care about each other! I don’t know why but I really just LOVED them together! Duran was also in her friend group with Farhad and that was a group that seemed to have a positive impact on Debbie as a person. S8 Debbie was cool! These two complemented each other so nicely! Duran wasn’t by any means the best influence on her because he almost lead Debbie down a “Monica path” but come on, Hedi is worse in that department. He was getting his life together like Debbie was with her profession. Just think of the hair convos Duran and Tami could have had Lol. Idk, I just like Debbie with him a lot! It was healthy to an extent and he was supportive of Debs with Franny.

#I could write so much more for each of these but I’ll spare you #guys nobody talks about the AMOUNT of love interests Debbie had over the course of this damn show #I miss characters with a lot of depth!#I want to do more of these relationship lists for other characters #my lists #my favs #shameless #gallavich #debbie gallagher #franny gallagher #sandy milkovich #debbie x sandy

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shit said at my high school pt. 2

yall seemed to like the last one so here's the rest

“I DO want a KitKat.”

“I’m sorry, you might want to repeat that question, I wasn’t listening.”

“Heaven can’t stop her now.”

“That is NOT salty.”

“What are you, NORMAL?”

*aggressively dips a KitKat in cheese*

“I don’t want a blood clot.”

“I WILL break your kneecaps.”

“Ł Ø Ā F.”

“Can I have some napkin?”

Teacher: What’s the point of that specific type of decoration?

Me: *quietly* pretty

Teacher: What’s the speed of

light?

Me: VERY FAST

“I’d say I’m lost but I don’t even know where I’m supposed be to be.”

“Now would be a really good time to not.”

“It’s fine, I ate yesterday. I’ll just eat tomorrow.”

Student 1: Here comes Student 2.

*Student 2 cartwheels down the hallway towards Student 1 and me*

Student 2: What’s up, losers?

“Can I borrow the brain cell? I have a test next period.”

Teacher: Who proceeds King James 1?

Me: King James 2?

Student: Wait a minute.

“DÓNDE ESTÁ LA BIBLIOTECA??”

“Load, you stale ham sandwich of a computer.”

“Oh no, it’s fine, I’m just gonna fail.”

“Time to dissolve into the worthless particles that I am.”

“Both of the candidates are awful. I vote DJ for president.”

“My genius is sometimes...frightening.”

“Is it acceptable to cry?”

“I’m gonna slap you with celery.”

“BÊĀŃ.”

“I hate myself too, don’t worry.” -Freshman

“I’m sorry I like to BREATHE, [student name].” -Ella

“What did I just crunch?!” -Ella

“Oh no. Now I’ve given them standards.”

“Here, have a watermelon sour patch for your mental instability.”

“I’m concussed regularly.”

“I’m not thicc I’m just wide.”

“THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.”

“These aren’t shorts, they’re jorts.” *swings foot onto desk* “RESPECT THE JORTS.”

“Are you cold, because if so, I have,” *pulls a giant Christmas cat sweater from backpack* “A little something extra.”

“Civics without mouse? Mouse without civics!”

“Ah yes. A mood.”

“Can we just stop existing?”

“Whose phone is moaning?”

“I heard you like bad girls. Well, I’m bad at everything.” *winks with both eyes*

“I used to like pickles and then I came to my senses and realized they were disgusting.”

Student 1: I want this headache to go away

Student 2: fine, I’ll leave!

“I don’t think eyeshadow is supposed to be ingested.”

“Would you like some *in goblin voice* GRÃŃØŁÁ.”

“Did you just Debbie Ryan me?”

“Real women set their husbands on fire. We don’t need no husbands that aren’t on fire.”

“I have tears in my eyes but I don’t think for a second that I have emotions.”

“Do it, coward.”

“It’s not my fault I’m gay!”

Me: You know who’s gonna look at the results at 11?

Student: JOHN CENA

“Do I smell TRUST ISSUES?!”

“I don’t want to sell cookies I want to start fires!”

“WE’RE SETTING DONALD TRUMP ON FIRE?!?!”

“My arms look like tampons.”

“I don’t care about your missing kids.”

“My goal is to be hot enough to make people question their sexuality, but I’m ugly enough to do the same thing, so...”

“Is your hair strong enough to strangle someone?”

“I’m in fluent in antagonist.”

“You’re not fat, you’re fluffy.”

*angrily throws down Oreo *

*screeches* MY CHEESE”

“Ooh, leg hair,”

“Tis I, the Frenchiest fry.”

“I want to be immortal but I want to blow up.”

“Oh no. My tape.”

“Oh, if only I could change my sexuality.”

“Then don’t eat the earring!”

“I broke your table ONE TIME, [student name]. One time.”

“[student name], POLE!” *THUD*

“Hey, [student name], you look like a depressed dog!”

“I wanna jump in a volcano.”

“I’m kind of simping over the sky.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak hand.”

“Did you guys just Thanos snap a bag of Doritos?”

“Do you have any sodium nitrate in your meth lab?”

“I wish a guy would look at like me like I look at frozen yogurt.”

“We need to inject vegetables with heroin.”

“MELT HIM INTO A CANDLE.”

“Do y’all wanna know why I wouldn’t survive in the hood?”

*drinks refried beans*

“M I X.”

“[student name], don’t go into the meth lab!”

me: “What does it feel like to fall in love?”

student: “Idk, all I’ve ever done is fall.”

“It was the ghetto. We took naps.” -Quil

“I’d be willing to amputate my foot to go back to that class.”

me: Are you willing to commit murder?

my bf: No! Why do you keep asking that?

“I CAN’T GET A GOOD WAFT.”

“Can I lick that bee over there?”

“Look that car is peeing!”

“You know I love you because I give you tots.”

*in Indian accent* “I am under the water.”

“There are pants in the trash can.”

“Do you know your directions, because I do.”

“I wonder if this is how it feels to stab people.”

“Plus they had to have backup kids because someone’s gonna die.”

“Can I go outside and cough?”

“A l i e n p r o t e c t i o n.”

“IM IN THE WILL???”

“Tis I, the gayest guy.”

*reading* I’m not in the mood for shopping anymore. “Well I guess you won’t be in the mood for eating anymore either.”

“Excuse me for a moment.” *takes off shoe and coins fall out*

student 1: I’m gonna fail this test

student 2: I’m gonna fail life

*has a battle in Chemistry*

“We bonded over hating our stepmom.”

“It’s kinda like a game of connect the dots... but in my head *stares into the abyss*”

“What would you do if I just turned into a lizard?”

“Lamp posts are my favorite.”

“I’m going to eat all the buildings.”

“Stop throwing lettuce at people!”

“stop rubbing Cheeto dust on my knee.”

*Impulsively buys a piñata*

*goes outside to yell at a candle*

*screams* “I feel better now. Thank you.”

“Is the ghetto in Italy the Spaghetto?”

“Delete all the kerchiefs.”

“I’m out here living my best life, dressed like a frog.”

“If you don’t stop petting the little Chewbacca and tell us where the pink bear is, I’ll boil your socks”

“Just speak Latin. It’s not that hard.”

“I need a junior mint to get through this.”

“If a murderer is about to come out and kill me can you just get it over with.”

“I won’t kill him. I’ll simply strip the life from his body using violent methods.”

*yells at nutrition drink* “I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST THAT.”

“Keep sticky notes nearby. They save lives.”

“I may feel like I'm dying but that cottagecore dress grind never stops.”

“WHY DID YOU SEND ME THE GENETICALLY MODIFIED COW?”

“your mental health is dwindling and you’re running out of haircut.”

“If it’s a ginger i will step on their ankles.”

“I named another one of my children after a condiment.”

“See I ain’t want stuff that say thankful on it because I ain��t thankful”

“Well we can’t really watch movies on chalkboards.”

student: white pants, white shoes, white skin

me: I thought you were on college BLACKboard

“I’m gonna go be depressed in math.”

“Family genes? How many people have worn them?”

me: I’m FINE

Also me: *proceeds to nearly pass out 5 times, uses my boyfriend as a human crutch, can barely form sentences*

me: I’m totally fine

“Get your tiny lungs today!”

student 1: That’s homophobic

student 2: I’m not afraid of homes. IM AFRAID OF COMMITMENT

“I don’t like social media it’s it’s too social”

me: what are fake limbs called??

student: ghost limb??

“This year is going by so slow. Like, there’s nothing traumatic happening in my life to make it go faster.” *proceeds to trauma dump*

“It’s the Bunsen burner without the Bunsen.”

“My notes are everything.” *drops phone while doing arson*

“I’m sorry I’m cultured enough to eat spaghetti with a straw.”

“Skiidaddleeskiddœdle.”

“Yeah… you could probably go for about 400 k on the black market”

“Can I have a sip of your death?”

“It’s too sweet for me.” *immediately picks up a cookie to eat*

me: it’s not the boys being distracted, it’s the middle age men. *cough* [teacher name] *cough*

[different teacher]: I wouldn’t call him middle aged-

“You’re trying to outrun a lesbian.”

*hands teacher a rubber band ball the size of a small kickball* “MR. WE’RE GOING TO THE NURSE” drags me to the nurses office* “I bringeth you [my name]” *proceeds to stand halfway in the door while i talks to nurse, then grins afterwards* “I still have the dinosaur in my pocket”

*feels like im going to pass out so loops Gravity*

“You need personal space from my face” *falls to the ground 20s later*

*yelling* “MAD MADAM MIM”

“I need you to not die.”

*pulls out 2 decks of cards, a birthday card, physical therapy bands, a Walmart bag, and a plane ticket while looking for a calculator*

*walks into classroom and sees the teacher* “WHY ARE YOU HERE???”

me: *walks past*

[math teacher]: *whispers* c a l c u l u s

“You’re a lesbian you can get there and back in 2 seconds.”

“Can i go home? Question mark?”

“Is there bread beside my name?”

me, showing cut on my hand: look what I did to my hand

my bf: what happened??

me: I whacked the soap dispenser

my bf: *momentary pause to see if im joking*

me:

my bf, realizes im not joking: *laughs and hugs me*

me: *voice muffled by his shoulder* I’m an i d i o t

*makes a slideshow of strange photos instead of doing homework*

*laughs about a tree for a literal whole day*

“We can’t give in just because we’re sad.” *slaps knee*

“Breaking news: cheese isn’t real, according to local gym teacher.”

*uses 2 notebooks as a booster to reach the table*

“Oh my lord Mallory”

“I may be depressed but at least I’m hydrated.”

me: why are you sniffing my eye shadow??

[teacher]: don’t sniff eye shadow

“You can’t shove food in people’s faces, that’s MY thing!” *proceeds to shove grape jelly at my face for a full minute*

“Can I get a shot of [my name's] ear juice please?”

so yeah. i hope you enjoyed it.

#lmao #shitpost #lol #funny #lolol #hahaha #this is so funny #high school

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unforgettable

JJ x Reader

y’all this is my first reader fic but um thomas rhett’s unforgettable just gave me jj vibes so i wrote this. if y’all like it, shoot me a song and the character it reminds you of and i’ll see what i can do??? k love you guys.

****

You didn’t know much about what you were drinking, except that Kiara didn’t want it. Parties had never been your scene, but your mom wanted you to blend. So blend you did. You held the solo cups and danced to the shitty music and hoped no one noticed that your clothes were hand-me-downs.

The drink tasted like mango and rubbing alcohol, and you didn’t know anyone on the dance floor. Somewhere between the Coldplay and Khalid, Kiara had left you to your own devices. Her real friends must’ve arrived.

You liked Pope and JJ enough, and you’d heard all about John B. and Sarah, but you already felt like an imposter at school. Being friends with them wasn’t an option. It didn’t stop you from joking around with them, though.

“Yo, Y/N!” JJ came up behind you and grabbed your hips. He smelled like weed, and you could see the dab pen tucked in his shirt pocket. “You’re looking gorgeous tonight.”

“Yo Maybank, you’re looking stoned off your ass tonight.” JJ laughed, hard. Definitely stoned.

“I’m totally sober.” There was another small laugh in his statement, and when you looked back at him, a dopey grin stretched across his face.

“Yeah, right.”

You wormed your way out of his arms quickly. You didn’t exactly mind: October parties usually meant a lot more grinding, since everyone was pregaming Homecoming. But grinding on JJ Maybank was a statement, one that you didn’t know if you could make.

He glanced at your drink. “What’s the drink of choice tonight, Debby Downer?”

“I’ll let you know when I find out.”

“Kiara?”

“Of course.” You thought about joking about how you only had one friend anyway, but you kept your mouth shut.

Over JJ’s shoulder, you saw Rafe Cameron approaching. You didn’t trust him: after everything last summer, he started giving you the creeps. He never really got the message, and right then, he was heading straight for you.

“Can I just...” You grabbed JJ’s hand, and interlaced your fingers. His palm was rough and callused.

“Y/A,” Rafe said from over JJ’s shoulder. JJ jumped.

“What do you want Rafe?”

He shrugged and sipped his corona. “Why don’t you come dance with someone... Well, someone without a criminal record.”

JJ laughed, and you shot him a glare. “Look, I’m here with JJ. Like with him. So, sorry.”

Rafe raised his eyebrows and glanced between the two of you. “You two? How long?”

“Three weeks,” JJ answered smoothly. Oh no.

“Really? I don’t believe you.”

“Believe it, Rafe,” You snapped.

“Prove it.”

JJ looked at you, eyes wide, and you decided that you weren’t gonna let Rafe catch your lie. You dropped JJ’s hand and pressed yours to his chest. With the best “trust me” look you could muster, you went up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.

He was an average kisser because he was surprised, and he tasted like weed because he was stoned. But you realized you didn’t exactly mind it. There weren’t butterflies, exactly, but there was something.

“Damn,” JJ whispered.

****

You laid on a piece of driftwood, far from the party, listening to JJ talk. You could hear the party in the background, but it was winding down.

“What about... Maximus?”

“Maximus?”

“Or Drizzle?”

“Have you just... run out of ideas?”

He was laying in the sand below you, slowly coming down from his high. He’d reached the “everything is deep and meaningful” phase about half an hour ago, and was trying to guess your middle name. It hadn’t worked.

“What about y/l/n?”

“Why would my middle name be my last name?”

“Isn’t that what a lot of girls do when they get married?”

You sat up, and swung your legs over to his side. “I’m not married.”

“Well, when I marry you, that’ll be your middle name.”

You laughed, and laid back down. “Oh, got it.”

It was his turn to sit up. “You don’t believe me?”

“JJ, we’re sixteen.”

“I just turned seventeen.”

You turned on you side, so you could look him in the eyes. “And what? You can’t vote, but you think we can elope.”

He frowned. “You’re right. We’ll just have to wait a few years.”

“JJ—”

He stood up quickly and picked you up like a bride. “We’ll have a big beach wedding, and I’ll wear my nicest cutoff and you’ll these jeans and a bathing suit top.”

You giggled. “These jeans?”

“And it’ll be just like you.” He set you down in the sand, but didn’t let you go. You wrapped your arms around his waist instinctively.

“White trash?” You offered. He only smiled, and pressed his lips to yours. And this time, this kiss, it was perfect and real and more than something. It was everything.

You couldn’t help but smile into his lips before he broke the kiss. “Unforgettable,” He whispered.

You kissed him again.

#jj maybank #jj x reader #obx #obx netflix #outer banks netflix #outer banks #fanfic #jj outer banks #jj #guys pls love me #i’m sorry its long #but just love me #k thanks #send prompts

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