#you throw ur hat in the ring and we can talk

[jackkal]

itll really be bitches whod rather die than walk their ass down to a food bank or soup kitchen to volunteer that will yell at YOU to organize a violent revolution... bitch how about you so much as buy a gun. you want a violent revolution from the back seat, you have no idea what a revolution would look like, let alone a violent one, no idea what youd do before during or after, but you wanna tell everyone else to do it. these motherfuckers would rather antagonize liberals over fringe politics than actually do anything about it, and all the while they sit on their ass and reblog gofundme's they dont donate to. you have to laugh

[amazingmsme]

Hiii! Are u able to do some Dustin tickle hc? I really enjoy ur content :D

Aw I’m so glad you love it! I can definitely give you some! Dustin is honestly so underrated & we never really see much love for him on here, so I will gladly throw my hat in the ring to share the love for such a sweet boy!

-Dustin is really playful with his friends, be it lots of teasing & smack talk, or friendly wrestling matches, he likes to rile up his friends. So obviously he starts a lot of tickle fights in their group

-he may start them, but he can rarely finish them, unless he manages to form an alliance with someone, usually Lucas or Will. He prefers to have Lucas on his side, but if Dustin’s been too annoying that day then he won’t accept the truce & attacks him then & there saying this is what he gets

-when he teams up with Will, he’s more of the protector cause he’s not as ticklish as he is & it’s one of the terms of agreement they’ve decided on

-he has a really infectious, goofy laugh & it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard! Like if you hear it, there’s no way you won’t feel happy & you can’t help but laugh along

-which is why he’s one of the main targets out of their friend group. Poor Will is the #1 target, but Dustin is a very close second. He just puts up more of a fight & isn’t taken down so easily, which is half of the fun!

-if he’s feeling really playful or is in a lee mood he’ll tickle one of his friends in the hopes they seek revenge

-he found out Steve was ticklish before he could find out about his own weakness first. It was on accident when he climbed over him to reach the remote & his hand slipped. He didn’t have enough courage then to really do much with the information other than tease him

-once he got more comfortable & confident with himself, he wasn’t afraid to attack him like he does everyone else & was so damn smug about it

-but that opened up a whole new can of worms when Steve decided it was time for revenge. & he thinks his reactions are so funny he does it all the time. He really sees Dustin as a little brother & he likes to bully him with tickles & messes up his hair

-when they all joined Hellfire you bet your ass Eddie was a fucking MENACE to them. They’re the new guys & they’re young, so they’re easy pickings for teasing. & I know he probably used that playful kind of condescension with them cause they’re younger all the time & that includes catching them off guard with tickling. & Dustin was his favorite to do it to cause the guy made it so easy for him

-when Dustin shows off his flexibility to either freak them out or show off, someone always takes the opportunity to tickle under his arms

-when he’s tickled he screeches & swears a lot. The kid’s got the mouth of a sailor let’s be real. Steve & Eddie, being older, always jokingly get onto him for his language & tickle him even more

-one time during a campaign session, Dustin & the guys were being silly & not taking Eddie’s easy monsters seriously & he was getting kinda ticked off with them. & after they killed the wimp of a beast Dustin jokingly said “come on Eddie, I thought this was supposed to be high stakes. What’s next? A tickle monster?” & Lucas & Mike laughed it off with him. But the next week, guess what Eddie threw at them? Yeah, that’s right, a tickle monster. You get what you ask for bitch

-his worst spots are his tummy, armpits, & probably thighs? But his neck & ribs are also really ticklish. He’s just bad everywhere. You might as well close your eyes & go for it, you can’t miss

-he has tickle fights with Lucas all the time! Not as much as when they were younger, but he still likes to roll around & play like they used to. He calls it “cathartic” after all the shit they’ve been through. Lucas just calls him crazy (he enjoys it tho, he can’t deny that it’s still fun)

-he DID NOT HESITATE to spill the beans to Max about all of Lucas’s worst spots. Didn’t even have the decency to do it privately either. He told her whenever he was standing right there, making direct eye contact with him the whole time. He’s rotten like that

-he & Max teamed up against Lucas then & there. But Lucas turned right back around & got revenge immediately

-I just really love their friendship & people kinda seem to ignore it, even tho their dynamic is really fun & cute. There’s seriously no content for Dustin & Lucas together, even tho they’re really close & have a lot of chemistry. Stop sleeping on my boys

That’s all for now! Hope you enjoy as much as I did!

[another-dra-anew]

Should you fight the beta dras?

under the cut for length that's it

Maki: No??? she'll beat your ass she doesn't even need the rifle. you have no advantage. if she likes you she'll beat you worse to try and hide that she likes you. do not fight miss maki

Higa: yeah lol. it's not gonna go well and he'll probably beat you but odds are you can get some good smacks in and he'll get embarrassed by that no matter what, so yknow. do it. take one for the team, the pride of embarrassing him will prolly be worth loosing

Tomori: no. if there's a reason tomori fighting you, you deserve it. you'd have to be decently athletic to beat her, and even though you deserve it, shes still gonna feel bad after beating you. why are u such a dick man she's so sweet. don't be the sort of person tomori would have to beat up, for your sake, and more importantly, her own

Hatano: mmmm. maybe. she's strong but i don't think she could really take a hit. however i can't see her fighting anyone??? whatever your reason is for wanting to fight her, she's just gonna throw you off her and run before questioning you later and then you're gonna be embarrassed so?? yeah i'm gonna have to vote no

Inori: hm. yeah do it. but do it in private or smthn don't attack her out in the open. if it happens in private she'll fuck you up a little but her biggest weapon is her teeth, and her lack of restraint, so if you're also the type who will bite people, go for it. the key aspect is that if it's in private she'll be chill with you after but if you embarrass her publicly she's gonna get her revenge. and it will hurt. so yeah it'll prolly improve ur relationship with her but be smart about it

Yamaguchi: ....a tentative no. you could mess him up some and he prolly deserves it but when he keys in on what's happening, he's gonna grab you and pick you up by your collar, smack u back if you need it to stop, then once you're done, his big brother instincts will kick in, and he'll question why you did that. similar to hatano, you're just gonna end up getting embarrassed, and even tho you have a good reason this time around, hes not gonna understand ur reasoning and the only way ur getting down is by apologizing and promising to not do it again so?? i'd have to say no

Uehara: No?????? why tf did you think this was smart dude. the man is 6'6 without the platforms, and those platforms? he uses to curbstomp people at the drop of a hat. also like. he's a sweet boy you have zero reason to try and fight him. his biggest crime is that he'll fuck you up.

Kobashikawa: You probably don't have a good enough reason to. hes skinny and spends most his time at crazy altitudes that will fuck u up physically but he's another one who won't hold back, and dude he's got rings on all the time so... depends on ur resilience but you've got a strong chance if he did something wrong, then he'll forgive u but if he didn't do anything wrong, and you win? he's gonna find someone to sicc on you so like... yeah. and he rlly doesn't do stuff wrong very often so good luck justifying it to the army of simps that will come for u

Iranami: How dare you even think of this. could you? yeah. her physical capabilities are mostly flight based, not fight, and she's used to getting shoved around, but there in lies the issue. she's so sad. and she's done nothing wrong ever. why the fuck would you fight her?? doesn't she get enough bs already???? you could absolutely decimate the poor girl and she'd let you. but what do you gain? you monster

Kurokawa: Yeah! fight her! do it so she can record it and post it on social media. you'll become meme of the month as she beats your dumbass up. she'll probably help you up at the end, be sweet and kind and offer you a cake pop to eat as she grabs disinfectant but there's no healing the bruises to your ego.

Kisaragi: youre not fighting him, you're fighting kurokawa. you could tap this man on the side of the head and he'd crumple, but before you can float about your victory against this poor little kid who hasn't moved from his desk in four days, kurokawa is there to deck you. she is not going to help you up this time, she's gonna knock you into next week. fight kisaragi, and win, but at the cost of everything.

Taira: Sure! but it's gonna go down like that one mushroom post. if you're fighting taira it's because she's inflicting psychological damage to you for fun, and while she knows the name of god, she's not gonna tell you, because you can't kill her, not in a way that matters. so yeah fight taira! you two are in this together now, if you win, she does too.

Maeda: i guess??? i don't think you'll win. this dudes hobbies include hopping fences to hide from people and using his baseball bat to. not crack skulls, but leave decent bruises. i don't think you'll be able to beat him, but i don't think he'll beat you. you two will just tire each other out and call it good because. what reason do you have to fight him? he's long established that he'll throw hands with a kid then have lunch with him twenty minutes later. this is maedas fight, we play by different rules now

Mekaru: sure! why not. she's not meaaaan? but odds are you won't feel too guilty, and irregardless of her physical capabilities, it wouldn't be very lady like of her to throw hands, and that's kinda her priority so. why not

Ōtori: mmmm?? i??? guess??????? but he runs the student store and stuff and he's a good friend to have he'll take good care of u. he made maeda snacks bc he was worried abt maeda eating even tho their some other interaction involved him thinking maeda was talking shit so? you can, and depending on physical ability, you may win, but there's no reason good enough. the loss does not justify the win

Tsurugi: What the fuck is your issue? You cannot sneak up on him. try anything and he will knock you to the floor, restrain you so you can't attack him, then gently soothe u as u realize how much it fucking hurt to full body slam into the ground. he's such a sweet boy and i already know there was no reason for you to fight him. you we're screwed over from the start, and now you feel bad. the only thing youve gained from this is that he probably hugs u as u start to feel really guilty because "shhhh no it's okay we all have bad moments it's alright i'm not upset" but u could've gotten a hug anyways?? so???

TL;DR: don't fight most of the betas they can fuck you up and they're perfect kids so like??? you'd gain nothing even if winning was a possibility (Exceptions may apply)

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas: Child of Fate (Parts 1 and 2)

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:

Chosen by the Fates for his many monumental futures, Izuku is gifted a 'quirk' at the age of 5. The ability to see and influence the strings of fate.

He will become a Hero.

But fate does not smile upon a hero any more than it smiles upon a worm.

basically, the 3 fates from norse myths are still kicking

w all the crazy shit that's gone on since the rise of quirks, fates are constantly getting harder and harder to predict or manipulate so they are kinda out of a job

so they say "fuck it, lets throw our hat in the ring" and decide to pick a "champion" of sorts

out of everyone, there is one child that sticks out a lot. he's plain-looking, but every future he's in is incredible. he's not always a good person, but he always brings about change of some sort, for reasons he believes are good ones

and they look at this child with his shining fate and think "this one"

bc the fates know what it's like to be jerked around by the universe, they ask him

"this is a deal we've done before, but we'll give more to you. trade us an eye and our powers will be yours to wield as your quirk, all we ask is that you live up to your fate"

they do the deal, the 4-year-old izuku gives up the sight of one of his eyes for the power of the fates

the quirk is registered as "all the odds" aka: he can see the odds of a certain thing happening

but that's not his quirk. he can see the strings of fate, follow them to see the different future outcomes, or pull at them, making some options more likely than others

the only person he tells the full details of his quirk to is Katsuki, bc the fates tell him he literally always tells Katsuki in the end, and it'll "save a lot of trouble", not that he knows that 

Katsuki is very excited to know he becomes a top hero, but he makes Izuku promise that he won't change his future bc he wants to make it there alone

also, the major downside of izukus quirk? he can't see his own fate

and the futures he sees are only as complete as the information he has

ie, he could witness kamino ward, but the future wouldn't show afo or mini might beyond a vague blob

anyway izuku gets teased for his lame quirk for a bit, then stops bc everyone who teases him gets weirdly bad luck

its the fates, they love their baby champion and he said no killing people

but people who are good to him get good luck, so he's got the nickname cat, for black cat and lucky cat!

anyway, episode one kinda happens normalishhh, but he doesn't ask if he can be a hero, because he's going to be a hero, he doesn't care what anyone says, he will be

but when he sees all mights strings of fact he gets a really weird look at them, because something unnatural is holding one of them above the others. so he asks "who tried to seal your fate?" bc he has no brain to mouth filter

and all might, understandably, is confused by this tiny boy asking him a very very weird question

he doesn't even get a chance to go tiny before izuku does dead pale, and whispers "shit" allmight poofs tiny, izuku looks at him, yells "I WONT SAY ANYTHING" and running jumps off the roof. all might coughs up a lung but the kid was 'lucky' and stuck the landing

basically, w the appearance of the sludge villain, the weird fate he saw for katsuki that morning suddenly made a whole lot more sense

the fates guide him to katsuki as fast as they can, he arrives there just before allmight

anyway izuku is calling out for katsuki and lays eyes on someone in the sludge, he doesnt see who it is, he doesnt see their fate. he sees that flash of a hand reaching out for help and he's already leapt over the barrier

he grabs a bit of rubble from the ground and throws it at the villain's eyes, nails him right in the fucking eye, gets katsuki half out. but the villain is baring down again and its all izuku can do to try to keep katsuki's mouth free

allmight saves them

anyway, when izuku is walking home all might pops out of fucking nowhere and gives izuku a heart attack

"I SAID I WONT TELL ANYONE PLEASE DONT HURT ME MR ALL MIGHT SIR"

"KID NO WAIT"

does the: you are so stupidly heroic, do you want to be a hero?, izuku says: i sure fucking do

“whats ur quirk”

"oh funny that its,,, its a little weird."

"oh?"

"i can,,,, see and influence the strings of fate"

"oH THATS WHY YOU SAID THAT WEIRD THING"

"wait yoU JUST THoUghT I wAs CRAZY?"

",,,,, people say weird things around me ok"

anyway all might basically says "ur crazy, your quirk is cool, take one for all."

and izuku says "OK YEAH"

all might asks a little how izuku was going to get into the hero course and he just pauses

"you know i was wondering about that but the fates told me id be fine." they both pause, staring at each other "wait,,, did they,,," "the fates totally knew huh"

anyway he eye glow when he use the fates quirk

all might sees izuku and he's like,,,, its baby nighteye

he honestly, for a hot minute, thinks nighteye might be izukus dad

bc like; green hair, gold eyes (well, eye), smart, analytic? thats nighteye baby

all might asks lowkey like "oh you don't talk much ab ur dad huh?" and izuku explains he doesn't know the guy. all might mentally tells off nighteye for having a child and ditching the mother

todoroki’s question literally is "are you all might and nighteye's illegitimate love child"

and izuku, who has no filter, blinks and responds with

"who said i was illegitimate"

anyway, back to the training

izuku who has been training to be a hero forever is pretty damn fit for a kid, but hes not one for all fit

anyway katsuki is like "izuku why are u following an old man around is he a pedo, and izuku wheezes like "NO OH MY GOD KASTUKI NO" and he explains like,,, a little of it

"like so i might have a strength quirk now too"

"izuku what the fuck why are you so op"

"im sorry katsuki im just better than you l m a o"

"COME HERE U LITTLE S H I T E"

so a brief overview of his quirk:

he gave an eye to use it so one of his eyes is just like,,, white. the whole thing is white. bc,,, its not really a quirk lmao,,,

anyway: he can view the future as much as he wants, it just takes some time, if he wants to take a quick look he doesn't need to stop paying attention, but its two slow and branching to be used like nighteye's in a fight (think like doctor strange in infinity war)

unlike nighteye, he has a third-person view of the events in question, and has,, some sounds? not many. mostly like breaking shit or oneliners he's heard before

changing the future, however, is more difficult by a long way

viewing the future has no real cost other than the fact he's not paying total attention at the time

changing the future, however, causes pain

nerve pain proportional to the change. little things, like flipping a coin heads? to make it more likely, its like a prick of the finger. to make it a 100% chance its like badly stubbing your toe. to change something big, like to move where a blow hits, feels like your arms have been plunged into burning oil. to change something massive, like, to stop something that was almost certain to happen, can cause enough pain to not only render him unconscious but can cause nerve damage leaving him with chronic pain/numbness/lack of function

the pain is normally in his arms bc its izuku and he break he arm

anyway! bc he was fitter and caught a glimpse of gran yelling at him about something called full cowl in the future + he cleaned the beach faster, he has like 2% full cowl for the entrance exam and had the quirk 2 months beforehand

katsuki avoids izuku for the day literally bc he doesn't want izuku to know if he passed before he did. which,,, is fair. he does explain this too so there isn't any random angst, izuku is just nervous

(oh also he can see the fate of someone he's looking at, he can change the fate of an event he's already seen to a different option he's already seen)

so we get the ochako bit, plus a bit of comedy bc katsuki is in a fucking beanie and sunglasses so izuku doesnt recognise him

he totally does but he doesn't say anything bc he's trying real hard

so izuku is kicking some ass in the exam and the bAMN 0 pointer like a fucking b a s t a r d hes like "what's the chances of this thing just like,,, breaking" and unfortunately they are v e r y low

so he is like "well i guess it's punchy time"

but before he gets there he sees a piece of rubble about to hit ochako. and he sees there isn't a small chance of it crushing her leg, so he changes the odds of that and gets a lovely few seconds of burning pain for his trouble

(he’s,,, pretty used to it by now so the boy has a scary pain tolerance)

bc he doesn't want to break his poor arms he jumps up the sides of the robot and tears out some wiring in the back and they start to fall

and he's like "oh shit the chance of my getting hurt is pretty high huh i should change that too" and ochako saves him with her quirk

and then he has a bit of a horrifying realisation while he's trying not to cry from pain

because

his quirk never changed the actions of other people before. ofa made it stronger

but, as he is now understanding, that hurts like a motherfucker, and his not-eye burns too and boy that's really unpleasant

this is another au where shinsou gets in on rescue points from saving katsukis ass + using him to save someone else

katsuki is a little salty but hes like "yeah tbh i really wouldn't have saved them alone, its fine" and then forces him to meet izuku bc hes still a total quirk nerd

izuku drags them + ochako out for ramen bc hes celebrating. shinsou is like "its a little early to celebrate getting in" and izuku just turns looking a lil confused "no im celebrating surviving the exam"

ok so, first day its wild

izuku's quirk is listed as "lucky punch" aka he can see odds and he's strong and no he doesn't know why stop looking at him like that

izuku and katsuki walked to school together bc they are baby and secretly nervous

izuku doesnt really look at katsuki's future all that often bc he doesn't like it, no real deal w izukus quirk he just wants to be successful by himself. so izuku, who can't look into his own future, has no idea how this day is going to go

they rock up to class, get inside and aizawa shows up, izuku has a brief heart attack, the quirk assessment starts. this time aizawa doesnt even have like a problem w izuku he's just trying to prove a point ab them being little baby heroes and sucking ass and izuku looked nice enough not to be mad about it for the rest of the year

so aizawa erases his quirk which, fair and izuku is confused and trying to use it

both of them

but

erasure didn't touch the fate quirk

so when he turns to look at aizawa he gets a face full of the USJ incident and he goes dead pale. aizawa is a touch confused but continues his whole thing, gives izuku his quirk back. he's still shaking. he throws the ball, it goes,,, less than it could have but far enough to be impressive

izuku stands next to katsuki shaking while they wait for the test to end. shinsou and uraraka are kinda distressed and all 3 of them are angry at aizawa even if they have no idea why. izuku bolts from the field right after and throws up in the bathrooms, followed by a quick panic attack. he was so freaked he was using ofa to get there so now uraraka, katsuki and shinsou are trying to find the boy

and aizawa is faintly confused

shinsou finds him first, shaking and sick in the bathroom. he grabs shinsou by the arm and says "staffroom, now." shinsou, who really doesn't know what's going on but is 100% shook, takes him there. he basically has to half carry izuku there bc he can't support himself

they get there and izuku knocks saying "i need to speak to yagi-san, now." and he sounds so scared and the whole office jumps bc why does a kid know allmights name, and all might jumps bc what happened to his boy

so he rushes out, grabs izuku and hurries him into a private office aizawa gives shinsou a look and shinsou just glares at him lmao bc its his fault izuku is like this. even though,, he's not really sure how

anyway, through sobs, izuku explains what he saw

and all might feels sick bc his boy didn't need to see all of that horrific violence, see his teachers torn to shreds and crushed to bits while the other students watch on helplessly

nezu doesn't know the extent of izukus quirk, mostly just because they didn't think ab telling him. they tell him now

aizawa is brought in to see smallmight trying to comfort his poor shaking student, who looks up and him and flinches and aizawa is like "ok guys the fuck did i do" nezu explains and then aizawa feels like a right dick to be honest, not that it was really anyone's fault

then the horrifying implications of "villains inside UA" sinks in and he's suddenly very on edge. now, izukus quirk isn't 100%. he had such a brief look at the vision he doesn't even know how likely it is. and while he offers to take a better look, its clear he really, really doesn't want to, so they all basically say

"right. so. we should probably be pretty careful tomorrow, huh?"

so when the usj attack starts, they have all might with his full 3 hours, mic, aizawa, and 13, w other heroes on standby, they hope, hope, that this wasn't very likely

but

they were wrong.

they were basically praying that the villains wouldn't make it into the usj

they've already altered the fate izuku saw by bringing allmight from the start, and present mic

but its not enough

the villains arrive and shigiraki is angry from the beginning, two unlisted teachers are waiting for them. shigiraki is childish but he's not stupid. he looks at the only child truly rattled, already protecting his friends, and he thinks he's found the cheater

they may not know the children's quirks, but present mic? 13? they know those quirks very well. mic is warped to the ruin zone, too unstable to freely use his quirk. kurogiri sends bakugo, kirishima and jirou after him

All Might is warped right to the nomu, kurogiri and shigiraki on standby for support. 13 has been taken out, aizawa is fighting through the villains to get to the nomu, to maybe offer some support to all might. he doesn't go after mic. he has to believe mic can handle himself or he'll break down where he stands.

izuku is warped to the shipwreck zone. alone. from a quick look at the future, the fates for anyone warped with him were grizly. he is confident in his choice to stop anyone from warping with him. he's ignoring the steadily climbing number of futures where he alone meets a terrible end

he's missing so much information on the villains every future he sees is hazy at best. all he knows is that if he doesn't get off this boat, aizawa gets hurt and that's not something he can abide

he busts the fuel tanks, letting the flammable liquid float across the water. he drops a match. in the chaos, he uses as much of ofa as he dares to jump to the shore. he steadfastly ignores the smell of burning meat.

he is one the opposite shoreline to canon, approaching the fight from the side, rather than the front. aizawa is hurt, battered from various villains, bleeding sluggishly from a headwound. he looks dazed

4 of shigiraki's fingers are wrapped around his neck

all might is at a standstill. if he strikes against the nomu, shigiraki will put his thumb down. he stands there and takes blow after blow, smile long gone from his face

izuku looks at the strings of Aizawa's fate. so many end here in so many ways.

he pushes his quirk into getting shigiraki away from his teacher. without direction, he's just baring against his quirk, begging it to give him a chance.

it does.

the bright flash of an explosive blonde draws the eyes of kurogiri and shigiraki. he uses the moment of distraction to launch towards his teacher, yanking him from shigiraki's hand. he loses a large chunk of skin for his trouble

all might defeats the nomu, but hes not looking good

bakugo, a limping mic, dazed aizawa, battered all might and bleeding izuku are the last stand, all praying the other students are ok.

iida did not escape

they have no backup coming.

shigiraki is fuming, but kurogiri can see the heroes are flagging. izuku is putting his all into his quirk, trying to give them all a lucky break

for the second time, it comes through

the rest of the students run towards them, joining them shoulder to shoulder. all of them are scared, some are hurt, but none of them are going to lay down and let shigiraki win. the villains escape

izuku falls

damages:

aizawa has a concussion + post-concussion syndrome. he has chronic migraines for the next year, and trouble with his long term memory for a few months

izuku is suffering from massive quirk overuse, his hands don't feel 'right' again for weeks

all might has lost only 20 minutes, but it's time he'd rather have

mic broke an ankle, but it's quickly fixed. Still, it aches from time to time

the other students had mild cuts/bruises and were left shaken

aizawa cries that night. a mix of the head injury, his hurt students, the look of fear he saw in their eyes. he holds mic and he sobs

izuku and his mother had a real relationship breakdown when she tore down his dream, even when izuku got a 'quirk' it never recovered. they don't talk. he doesn't tell her what happened. she doesn't find out.

izuku wanders the city the next day, unwilling to explain why he had no school today. he runs into mic who takes one look at this shaken student, outside and unprotected, and basically kidnaps the guy

izuku is forcibly dragged to the place mic/shinsou/aizawa share

when shinsou and aizawa find out izuku's mother basically just sent him off to school, not taking a day off work? they go full protective mode. shinsou wraps him up in the biggest blanket they own, grabs his own and forces izuku to play videogames with him on the couch. aizawa fumes in the kitchen over a cup of hot chocolate, mic fumes with him honestly

so, izukus kinda a mess, never tells his mother anything, etc, aizawa kidnapped him and he and shinsou played video games. izuku didn't go home that night, he just hopped on a train and rode it until it was time to go to UA

so when they get back everyone is just glad so see izuku alive tbh

so, sports festival! its a lot like canon

izuku doesn't use his fate quirk to change the future, but he does look at the possible futures and he sees that iida never makes it to the podium. he thinks for a second and makes a horrible realisation

the hero killer is in hosu

iida's brother is in hosu

iida’s brother is a hero

just before the event starts he finds aizawa and he's pale already

he gets out 'i need to see allmight' and aizawa gets a horrible feeling because last time this kid was worried they all almost died, so they run to find all might. seeing aizawa run around with a concerned look on his face? the stuff of nightmares at UA. everyone practically dives out of their way

izuku tells all might who swears a blue streak and pulls some strings to get extra heroes in hosu. izuku doesn't breathe a word to iida, because he just can't. not only does iida not know about the fate quirk, he can't scare him like that

bakugo knows something is wrong, but izuku won't breathe a word so he lets it lie

anyway, todoroki does his lil speech and izuku is honestly too burnt out to be intimidated, he sees his own death daily during just casual use of his quirk. boi ain't scared of much. bakugo gets pissy bc "FUCK YOU HALF AND HALF THAT'S MY RIVAL" and basically all of 1A is trying to claim izuku as their rival, either out of admiration or the desire to annoy bakugo

so izuku has to give the speech. which he's not happy ab because p e o p l e

and also because well,,, he's got no one at home to watch him

his speech basically goes along the lines of "we are here to fight fate. the odds are against us but we will win no matter what. not because it's easy, but because we have to. no matter what course we are in, we are all at this school fighting for a better future, for ourselves, our loved ones and the world. it doesn't matter if the odds aren't in your favour - the chance of any of us being here to see this moment is so small it may as well be impossible. its nothing to beat those odds again."

and everyone is like "owo how inspirational" but like anyone who knows him sees,,, layers

aizawa sees the bitterness about the USJ

all might sees izuku reducing his fight to be a hero as a quirk of fate, reducing his own involvement to 'it could have happened to anyone' when thats not true, because he is special

katsuki sees the bitterness that even though he had a good quirk, people tried to grind him into dust because he couldn't talk about it.

if inko was watching, she'd see how badly she betrayed her son

[heartslogos]

newfragile yellows [711]

“Father?”

“I wish you’d stop calling me father,” Solas pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning his hip against one of the bedposts as Ellana flings all manner of dress out of her wardrobe. “I’ve never wanted you to call me father. Not once, did you know? I’m content to be called by name by you.”

“Do you remember how you said I ought to have a new wardrobe commissioned for the tourney?”

“I remember."

“And do you remember how I said no, because it’d be a waste of resources better directed elsewhere, like, say, to the people and such?”

“I do recall.”

“Because I had no intention of looking nice for any of the people who decided to participate in this antiquated tradition of winning a person’s hand in marriage like some kind of trophy?”

“I am not senile. I can remember things. I can remember things very well. Especially when a certain someone just goes on and on about it for literal unceasing months on end, right up to the very day of said event.”

“Well. I have good news for you and bad news for you.”

Solas lets out a heavy, beleaguered sigh, covering his face with his hand. “Do go on.”

“Good news is that I’ve seen the error of my ways. You were right. I really need to do my best to look proper and fashionable for a lady of my age and standing, as appropriate of our kingdom, in order to make us look good and stable and hearty. You were absolutely right in this. I reflect upon the image of our household and from our household our peoples.”

“How come whenever you admit to me being right, as you should, I feel a great and profound sense of bone-weary loss?”

“Bad news is that I need a new wardrobe by tomorrow,” Ellana continues, sitting down in a mountain of fabric, furs, and various sundry clothing accessories. “I have someone I need to impress.”

“Maybe you ought to wait for reports back, this person could be spoken for already,” Solas points out.

“I’m being optimistic. Solas, how am I going to look pretty by tomorrow?”

“One, you are already quite comely in appearance. You and your brother both cut very fine figures, with or without the finery of your stations. This is, perhaps, why the contest for your brother’s hand was so…overwhelmingly vigorous.”

“And you’re saying mine isn’t going to be?”

“I’m saying that your brother’s prior engagement trials may have scared some people off. Two. I have never listened to you once, so I did have a new wardrobe commissioned for you anyway,” Solas continues. “You are welcome.”

Ellana wrinkles her nose. “I appreciate it, but your taste is old fashioned and tends to lean on the side of…not what I like.”

“It’s this or what you have.”

“Thank you ever so much, father.”

“Stop.”

The door swings open, both Ellana and Solas turn, snapping, “Ever heard of a knocker?” at the same time.

Mahanon stands there, cheeks rosy from having — presumably — run up the stairs to Ellana’s rooms.

“I have bad news and good news.”

“Is the bad news that you also don’t listen to me?” Solas asks.

“Bad news first, come on, get it over with. And shut the door,” Ellana waves her brother in.

“Bad news is that your Qunari — “

“Not my Qunari by the longest shot, currently.”

“ — is not in the tourney at all,” Mahanon says. “I’ve asked the registrar, I’ve asked most of our acquaintances, I’ve even managed to snag someone in his party to inquire after him. Subtlety, of course, Solas. Calm that throbbing in your temple, it’s incredibly unattractive. I’ve had some of ur servants and court members poke around for me.”

“So you’ve found out his name?”

“He’s called the Iron Bull,” Mahanon says, picking his way over the strewn about clothing. “And he’s here as an escort for one of the visiting parties, not as an actual contender. But the good news is that he’s not spoken for which means if you can somehow get him to throw his figurative hat into the ring, there’ll be no problems.”

“There’s more,” Solas says.

Ellana and Mahanon turn to him. “You knew?”

“Of course I knew,” Solas raises an eyebrow at them, “Who exactly do you think I am?”

“Don’t pontificate on it, just tell us.”

“He’s a mercenary, Ellana, a former Qunari soldier, and now a sell sword. Currently accompanying house Trevelyan.”

“What is house Trevelyan doing here?”

“Mahanon, you are engaged to one of their members, of course they’re going to show up for your sister’s tourney,” Solas sighs. “Please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your betrothed for the past week?”

“Ignoring? No. Dodging, evading, avoiding? Of course.”

“You are embarrassing this house.”

“It’s fine, he and Ellana spend loads of time together,” Mahanon waves his hand. “Honestly, she might as well be the one engaged to him.”

“No thank you, I’ve my eyes set on another goal,” Ellana sniffs. “And you should stop being so mean to Max. He’s so sweet.”

“The only good thing about Maxwell is his looks,” Mahanon says.

“Ah, so you admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit. Anyone with working eyes can see that he’s as handsome as they come, the very image of good looks, a prime example of beauty. But I’m not that shallow and there’s no amount of beauty in the world that can overcome clashing personalities.”

“There’s no clashing personalities to be found if you don’t get to know each other personally.”

“Can we stop talking about me and start talking about my sister again?”

“He’s escorting house Trevelyan,” Solas says, “If you and Mahanon can make nice with house Trevelyan, perhaps they’ll put in a word for you and ask him if he would like to participate.”

“You’d let a sell sword participate in a tourney for my hand?” Ellana asks.

“Why does it feel as though you’ve asked me a trick question?”

“Because I have. I’m going to shatter the rules to make sure that he’s allowed to participate if he so chooses,” Ellana says, standing up and kicking aside some of the clothes on the floor. “But first I must make contact. I have a wonderful plan that involves my good brother to be. Excuse me.”

[rrrawrf-writes]

🍄 for the whumpy prompts

for @hechiceria, bc ur having the worst week, and also for @gingerly-writing @thewinedarksea @she-writes-love @lux-scriptum @kclenhartnovels, bc u heathens love rembrandt way too much

this is not canon.

tw violence, poison

“I’ll try to get back in time, but the weather up here is terrible,” Rhiannon had said. “Just cancel the reservation, all right? If I make it back tonight anyway, we can go somewhere else.”

Winn had been disappointed, but he had agreed anyway. He really doubted the trains up in New York were going to become any less delayed, not with the winter storms pounding the city. He’d hung up, then hunched his shoulders and slouched into the animal shelter to start his volunteer shift, leaving the freezing rain the plagued Boston outside.

With the weather, it was impossible to talk any of the dogs out for very long. Winn let them out to run in the shelter’s kennel for a few minutes at a time; most of the rest of his time was busy cleaning them up after they got said run, and try to keep their restlessness contained. It infected him nearly as badly; by the time the end of his volunteer shift was nearly over, he was thoroughly sick of dogs and cats and everything else they had in the shelter.

“Hey, thanks a lot for coming in,” his supervisor said, but Winn had already slammed the door in his face.

The rain had stopped, at least, but now instead it was snowing heavy, fat flakes. The door opened again behind him, and Winn flinched away before his supervisor could grab his arm. “Someone dropped this off for you.”

He passed over a thin, square red box, labelled from a high-end chocolatier in a nicer part of town. Winn arched his eyebrows as he took it. He didn’t need to open the box to know that there was only one small chocolate inside - caramel - even though there were spaces for five others.

“Who delivered it?” he asked, frowning as he pulled a tiny envelope out from under the ribbon wrapped around the box. His supervisor shrugged, already heading back inside.

“It was some guy from the shop, I guess,” he said, then added jealousy, “Wish my girlfriend would give me something.”

Winn hadn’t even thought to do something like this for Rhiannon, and bit his lip. He knew where she was, up in New York, he probably could’ve gotten someone to take her flowers.

He’d get something ready for her tonight, at her apartment. The note inside the envelope was hand-written, but Winn didn’t recognize the penmanship, especially after a few flakes drifted onto the paper. He brushed them off and read, Happy Valentine’s Day! Follow the trail for a special treat at the end! -Rhiannon ♡

Winn didn’t realize he was was blushing for a moment. This wasn’t like her at all - but then again, it was their first Valentine’s together. And they weren’t even in the same city.

The paper didn’t say anything else. Winn stuck it into his pocket, then peeled the box open; he had to flip the lid over to find an address written on its underside, along with a cheery little, eat me!

Grinning, Winn popped the chocolate into his mouth. He’d meant to go home and let his dogs out, now that it had stopped raining, but they could wait.

–

The first stop made him laugh. Winn and Rhiannon had grown up together, but when he left for the States, they hadn’t seen each other until after he’d been released from prison. She was going to Boston for school, and Winn shivered at the change in air temperature as he stepped inside the laundromat they’d run into each other at, for the first time in nearly a decade. The next chocolate - hazelnut - was wrapped up very prettily in foil and a tiny little bow, and sat on top of another paper with another address. Winn bit into it as he read off the address, and frowned slightly at an edge of flavor that didn’t seem to belong - but then it was lost in the aftertaste, and he thought nothing more of it.

The next took him to Rhiannon’s favorite coffee shop, one of the baristas brightly handing it over to him (along with a mocha). Winn tracked the fourth to Rhiannon’s favorite spot on campus, where they often had lunch. He was freezing, by now, and his head pounded, and Rhiannon had to know about the weather down here. Why would she send him on some wild goose chase like this?

He recognized the address for the fifth chocolate immediately: Winn’s court-mandated group therapy that he was supposed to be attending was held there. He scoffed and sent Rhiannon a quick text, his mood souring further.

Fine i get the hint

Lol about what?

Winn was back at the bus stop when he got her answer. He snorted as he waited underneath the overhang, hunched up against the freezing wind. The sound of traffic only worsened his headache; he closed his eyes, and didn’t realize that the bus had pulled up until he heard the sharp hiss and squeal of its brakes.

He twitched, looking up in confusion. He hadn’t even noticed it coming.

Winn hadn’t even noticed it coming.

“Are you getting on?” the bus driver called crabbily. Winn blinked, shook himself, and stepped up. He slipped, and caught himself on the guard railing. The driver grunted and rolled their eyes, nearly invisible under the layers of hats and coats, as Winn fumbled his bus pass out to be scanned. He dropped into a seat as the bus started moving, and stared at his own feet.

He never slipped. He never slipped, and he never missed the bus - never even almost missed the bus. Scowling, Winn slumped in his seat, and didn’t move his feet from where they stretched into the aisle during the next few stops the bus made.

By the time his stop arrived, Winn felt like he wanted to throw up. He knew part of it was his claustrophobia, but even after a few minutes in the brisk, snowy air, his stomach wouldn’t settle. No one was in the building as he approached, and Winn thought, for one minute, about turning around and just going back home to lie down. Now he was starting to sweat, but the chill still drove him inside when he discovered that the front door was unlocked.

With his head throbbing, Winn pulled his power into a smaller radius than normal, trying to lessen the ache behind his eyes. His session met in an open gym space every Thursday; he hadn’t been to one in months, and squinted blearily across the open room as he pushed the door open.

Only the security lights were on, flickering in a corner. No one had put the plastic folding chairs away from their meeting earlier, and they stood in a circle in the middle of the floor. Muttering under his breath, Winn crossed the room, but he overlooked the foil-wrapped candy until he was close enough to visually see it on one of the chairs.

Winn paused, frowning down at the innocent chocolate. He should have known that was there. He should have known it from the second he stepped off the bus.

Was he getting sick? Head colds didn’t usually do this to him. Winn’s fingers shook as he unwrapped the chocolate, another development that made him pause. He was getting sick.

He stuck the chocolate into his mouth, pushing it into his cheek as he ran his fingers over the chair. There wasn’t a slip of paper with this one, and Winn frowned as he squinted at the foil. No clue there, either. Maybe he should text Rhiannon -

“Good evening.”

The voice startled Winn into yelping. He whipped around - no one had been there, he hadn’t seen anyone - fuck, he hadn’t sensed anyone -

And he didn’t sense the baton until it smashed into his face.

Winn reeled back, hit a chair, and toppled into another couple of them, tipping one onto the ground. He choked on the chocolate he hadn’t finished chewing, and a disgusting, half-chewed mess of caramel and sea salt spat out of his mouth. Winn tasted blood, and reached up to feel his nose. It had definitely been broken.

“Well. That has never been easier.”

The familiar, oil-slick voice sent chills crawling all over Winn’s skin. He pushed himself onto his side, and stared up at Rembrandt, backlit by the single security light near the door. Rembrandt wore a snake’s smile and an immaculate suit, idly twirling his electric baton in his fingers. Winn sucked in a breath, and pushed himself backwards.

“What - How’d you get in here?” he demanded, voice thick. Blood covered his lips, and Winn wiped it away with one sleeve. Rembrandt hadn’t been there a second ago. Did he teleport in? Someone had to have done it - Winn would have noticed him, of all people -

“I’ve been here.” Rembrandt grinned lazily as Winn stared at him. “You walked right past me.”

“No,” Winn said automatically. He put a hand on the chair nearest him, to push himself up. Rembrandt put his polished leather shoe against another chair two seats down the row, and shoved; the impact hit the one Winn was using for support, and he slipped off it and back to the ground.

Rembrandt rested his baton against his shoulder. “You’re a mess. Good to know that nullifier works.”

Winn’s ears were ringing. He rubbed his palm against his eyes, unconsciously smearing blood across his cheek. He didn’t understand - he was hot and then clammy in moments, fear uncoiling in his already-churning stomach. He tried to focus his power on the baton, on Rembrandt, on the door.

And there was nothing.

Winn’s eyes snapped open. Rembrandt was there - but Winn couldn’t sense him. He couldn’t sense anything. He was blind.

“What - What did you do to me?” Winn snarled. He pushed himself to his feet, and the room spun around him. Winn put a hand to his cheekbone, feeling a gash there from where part of the baton had hit him. Rembrandt was there, he was right there - but then he moved, before Winn even realized it, and slammed the baton into Winn’s stomach.

“I did nothing,” Rembrandt said, as Winn dropped to one knee, dry heaving and struggling for breath at his feet. “You were the one eating candy you just found on the street.”

Cocking his head, Rembrandt regarded Winn for a moment, and then he kicked him in the ribs. The impact dropped Winn to his side, and he rolled over onto his back. He’d just returned his gaze to Rembrandt when there was another impact, in the same spot. Winn cried out as he felt one of his ribs crack.

Winn’s vision blurred. He blinked once, hard, and then again, when his eyes refused to focus. He scooted backwards away from Rembrandt, bumping into the chairs again, and swore. “What did you put in them?” he demanded, and hated that he couldn’t hide the way the fear and pain broke his voice.

Rembrandt ran his fingers down the electric baton. Winn could feel the burn scars that marched up his ribs tingle in remembered pain, and swallowed back a whine of fear.

“Poison,” Rembrandt said, flashing Winn a grin that flashed in the dim lighting like fire. “I won’t bore you with the specifics, but there’s a fantastic little concoction that some friends of mine have been working on for, well - decades, really. A power dampener.”

Rembrandt took two steps forward, then crouched down in front of Winn, snagging the front of his shirt before Winn could get away. Rembrandt moved his fingers to tighten around Winn’s chin, forcing him to look him in the face, and smiled. “How does it feel to be just like everyone else, Winn?”

A sob tore out of Winn’s chest. He threw himself backwards, lashing out at Rembrandt. The other man leaned back and just let him go, still smiling. He stood up and waited for Winn to scramble out of the broken circle of chairs, stumbling to his feet.

“My friends wanted to do a little field test,” Rembrandt said easily. “And considering the date, I thought you’d be feeling a bit lonely. So I arranged a little gift.”

“R-Remy,” Winn said, wiping at the blood from his nose again. His side flared with pain from the movement, his broken rib grinding against itself. He swung his head wildly, trying to remember the exits - he couldn’t find an escape route - what if there were other people? He couldn’t find them, he couldn’t sense the building, he couldn’t know where everything was -

When he looked back at Rembrandt, the man was closer than before, and Winn swore, jumping back. He nearly fell over, and took another step back. “Stay - Stay away -”

Rembrandt paused, and held up his free hand. “My apologies,” he said, smooth as silk. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“The fuck you didn’t,” Winn retorted. He tried to focus, but his headache only intensified, edging closer into a migraine. He stuck his hands into his pockets - and his phone wasn’t there. “Get away from me.”

“Oh, well, if you insist.” Rembrandt shrugged, and even backed up a couple of steps. “Of course, you’re still missing a chocolate, aren’t you?”

Winn blinked back tears. “The fuck?”

“Six chocolates,” Rembrandt said. “You found five.”

“You poisoned them!”

“I only poisoned the first two.” Rembrandt flashed him a carefree grin. “They’re a little slow-acting, I’m told. Of course, the nullifier isn’t supposed to have so much of a physical impact. I thought I would… enhance it.”

“What did you do?” Winn’s breath came short and sharp, and he rubbed at his eyes again, as sweat stung the cut on his cheek. “Remy - Rembrandt, what did you do.”

“I put the antidote in the sixth one.” Rembrandt’s eyes glittered, and he shifted his feet to shoulder-width apart. “It’s on the roof.”

Winn’s thoughts immediately jumped there - except he couldn’t find a way up to the roof. His stomach sank.

“I’ll give you a headstart,” Rembrandt offered graciously. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Winn.”

[inthepercolator]

First off I wanna say that I guess when u analyse something you dip ur toes into talking about ethics and morality so each scene, character, story etc is different for everyone based on their personal values - idk art is fun bc it’s subjective and everyone has their own take,, so anyway now I’m going to throw my hat in the ring apzxmskskdkeke

Okay I see a lot of people say that Albert being persistent in continuing Laura’s autopsy was objectively the right thing for him to do in terms of solving her murder and I want to say yes, u are right to some extent and that objectively if u want to solve a murder you should examine the scientific aspects

However, I don’t think he was morally in the right - I don’t think anyone in that scene was more morally upright than anyone else involved aside from maybe cooper - but I personally don’t agree with saying that Albert was the most correct person in that instance,, Let me explain myself hhugdhfx

Ok so,, Alberts perspective is that to help the murdered girl u have to find her killer and to find her killer he has to do his job. He’s right in that regard. When it comes to respecting the wishes of the family? No. He’s uhhh no

Of course you can see this when he gets decked in the face - something Harry shouldn’t have done might I add - but it does line up with how someone might react to a stranger making a point of taking a saw to a cadaver without the consent of their loved ones.

Idk from the perspective of the towns folk who grew up knowing Laura it’s a harrowing thing,, and everyone has their own reasons for not letting an autopsy take place. Could be religious, on behalf of the victim, or even that the family simply can’t handle the thought of it.

Saying that someone is wrong for not wanting their child to be examined by a stranger probably isn’t the best.. like ‘oh they mustn’t want the murder solved’ or ‘oh that’s so selfish the killer is still out there’ Imo… idk people grieve differently and invalidating that so easily just doesn’t seem.. right to me (I know it’s a show but yknow it’s played like this is a real plausible situation)

Anyway on a side note cooper sides with doc Hayward and Harry blah blah and you could say that it’s him taking Laura’s murder personally (which I do in part) or that it’s a calculated move so he can get on the good side of the locals to get more info on the murder but I think that would be a huge disservice to coopers compassion - we see it throughout the show, how he deeply cares for everyone affected by Laura’s murder and for Laura herself. Idk maybe coop is different in s3 but.. at his core he is just full of love.. he romanticises and finds the good in everything and he acts with kindness,, I think that’s such a special thing?? Not a lot of shows have characters who employ compassion in such a way so mwah love u coopy

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

listen... i miss gmw. gimme a lil something something bout the kids' college graduations?? maybe baby penny is sick all over Farkle's diploma and it's ruined for framing and Jennifer can't BELIEVE the AUDACITY of this infant CHILD and maybe joshaya are running late late late late bc whoops impromptu trip to denmark on smthg and the plane was delayed but FSCK WE GOTTA GRADUATE or something. idk. what i do know is that i love ur blog and riarkle, in that order xxxx

You sent this in like maybe a week or so ago and I’ve been ignoring it in fear of becoming Trash once more but I just realized that it’s Riley’s birthday and life is a nightmare so the Trash Is Unleashed™

Okay so Maya stayed in New York for college as we know, but Riley and Farkle fucked off away to some Ivy League out of state

You readers can put them wherever your pretty little hearts desire, I personally like the thought of them in Boston (and I feel like it’d be a nice little circle since Feeny’s from Boston let me live)

But anyway, they’ve stayed as close as ever!!! Time and distance have no power over them!!! We know this!!!

Like we’re talking facetiming, constant texting, a group chat with memes they can’t explain to anyone else, phone calls, they all know what’s up with each other constantly

For the record they are still in touch with Zay, Smackle and Lucas but it’s just like. not CONSTANT communication you know. Like they’re group chat still lives but it’s college + Riley and Farkle have a kid so they’re all busy

But anyway

So Riley’s got her astrophysics and journalism courses aced, Farkle’s fully set to go into politics, and Maya’s art major is done with.

And you know. Our fav ot3 has been together most of their lives. They graduated middle school and high school together and they couldn’t wait to see each other graduate college

But…they were blindsided

No one had ever suspected their colleges would have the audacity to schedule their graduations on the same day

Does Riley pull a Topanga and try to fight her schools dean??? Absolutely 

Does it work? Absolutely not

So now the ENTIRE family is stressed, because most of the Matthews consider Maya part of the family, so does Minkus, Shawn can’t see his goddaughter graduate and Josh is left with the delima of “Girlfriend vs Niece”. They’re all freaking out like holy shit

Riley and Maya are just….in Full Dramatics about this

We’re talking waxing Shakespearean sonnets about the Universe™ trying to tear them apart. They make their way back to all that Sun and the Moon symbolism bullshit

After a literal week of this Farkle is TIRED

Wakes up to his four year old telling him “Mommy’s wearing a lot of eyeliner and said the world is a dark and spiteful place that doesn’t want her and Auntie Maya together and that every moment they share is in blatant defiance of fate. What’s that mean?” and this poor guy is just like,,,,,,for fucks sake,

Like obviously he wants to see Maya graduate too!!! They’re best friends!!! But these girls are EXAHUSTING him lmao

So he has a Plan, but he also knows how his Plans usually go, so he just gives tf in and calls his dad to handle it lmao

Meanwhile: Joshua

Who has just been….literally screaming nonstop since this drama unfolded

Riley’s his BLOOD, even though they’re uncle-niece they have more of a close sibling relationship

But he literally has a ring ready and waiting for Maya!!! 

And the boy is a fucking Matthews so of course HE’S in dramatic throws about this predicament 

He calls Cory for advice and Cory is like “You’re going to Maya’s because you love her and I’m not paying for your fucking flight to Boston” lmao

So it ends up with like. Katy, Shawn, Turner, Josh (+ his four bandmates), and Zay (bc he’s in the city and Broke), and Ava end up going to Maya’s ceremony 

With Cory, Topanga, Stuart, Amy, Alan, Eric, Auggie, Smackle and Feeny going to Riley and Farkle’s ceremony

Jack couldn’t get off work and Doesn’t Super Care and Morgan’s in Europe for work so they’re unfortunately off the list

They forgot to invite  Lucas didnt want anymore choosing between the girls bullshit couldn’t make the trip because of work lol

So anyway: Farkle’s Plan that was funded by Stuart? 

Absolutely got remote controlled robots so they could keep up a video call for both ceremonies 

You know damn well what I mean

Cory thinks this is absolutely the funniest fucking thing he’s ever heard of

Eric thinks this is a sign of the impending Robot Wars™

The girls are still massively upset and think Farkle’s a fucking dork but they’re very touched and love him yadayada so this calms them down a bit

But anyway like, we get to the big graduation day and like….disasters, disasters all around

Josh’s Stoner Friend™ keeps knocking into the damn robot and almost breaks it like thirty times in an hour

Eric is giving the robot at Riley and Farkle’s site a wide berth with suspicious eyes

Auggie, Cory and Penny are all suspiciously sick but are trying to power through the ceremony 

All the other students and people attending these graduations…..you know these whackjobs are getting looks. Some assholes in the crowd keep throwing stuff at the robots

Shawn and Katy are making a HUGE SCENE crying hysterically we all know they would

Jennifer makes a surprise, dramatic appearance at Farkle’s graduation

We’re talking pulling up in a limo, emerging in slow motion, wearing a glittering black evening gown, elbow length black satin gloves, stilettos and a huge hat with peacock feathers on it, making a show of searching the crowds before spotting him (standing directly in front of her) before throwing out her arms and screeching “My baby-!”

Farkle’s like ‘We literally have not spoken in at least six years will you please get the fuck out of here’

She does not, in fact, get the fuck out of there so Topanga is now on duty to make sure she and Stuart don’t get into a fight and ruin this for the kids asdfgj

Feeny keeps fucking falling asleep bc he’s old and doesn’t care about the guest speakers but he SNORES WORRINGLY LOUDLY

Students aren’t technically allowed to have devices™ out during the ceremonies so Riley and Farkle and Maya are trying so hard to be discrete as the watch the feed from each other’s graduations 

They literally end up paying more attention to each other’s graduations than their own lmao

Josh’s bandmates and Zay are all being the rowdiest fucking audience members possible like they’re all those assholes that bring noise makers and scream and clap at random intervals

Stuart and Jen keep shooting each other withering glares and trading insults as Topanga shushes them

Penny, Auggie, and Cory are just feeling more and more like Literal Death the longer this drags on 

Maya finally goes up to get her diploma and Katy literally faints

Riley and Farkle start cheering bc yay Maya!!! Until they remember they’re at their own ceremony and there is LITERALLY A SPEECH HAPPENING SO THEY’RE SCREAMING INTO THE QUIET AND INTERRUPTING EVERYTHING

Get glared back into submission but Maya’s laughing at them 

Maya’s graduation ends soonish after that but the other one is DRAGGING ON STILL so everyone is like crowed around trying to watch on Maya’s tiny screen lol

When the speech finally ends Smackle’s muttering about how everything said was factually incorrect 

Stuart and Jen are still antagonizing each other

Amy and Alan are taking enough pictures to blind people with the flash

So Riley gets called up for her diploma first right

Trips

Hard enough to fall off the fucking stage

Had to be helped back up by memebers of the band

Gets back on stage and gets her diploma

Falls again coming down

Amy and Topanga are s c re a m i ng and Maya is literally crying from the effort it takes to not laugh

Jen’s making obnoxious comments about who her son was ‘trapped’ by and Penny wants to know what that means and Stuart is prepared to stab Jen if she bothers to answer

Riley’s literally off to the side getting looked at by a medic when Farkle goes up for his diploma

He gets it fine enough but coming downstage he’s overcome with the urge to do ‘thank you I am farkle’

he didn’t realize the student that was called up after him was right behind him

punches this kid in the face, he falls

the person behind them falls

a fcucking domino effect of ivy league graduates 

Eric is literally crying from laughter watching this. So are his fucking bodyguards like they broke character bc this scene was Too Much

Feeny is back to snoring

The New York crowd is loosing their fucking minds

Farkle’s rushing back to his seat and Jen stands up to get his attention to Yell at him for being embarrassing and

Penny just fucking projectile vomits all over her

She’s SCREAMING

Cory opens his mouth to apologize and explain that she’s been sick and HE PUKES. WHICH SETS AUGGIE OFF

EVERYONES SCREAMING 

Listen it was a huge crowd but three people projectile vomiting is gonna cause a STIR

People are rushing away and it’s a whole mess of a scene

The nyc crowd is Alive watching this all unfold 

Eventually the ceremony ends and Riley and Farkle lowkey lock theirselves in their apartment for the rest of the night

Everyone thinks they’re just embarrassed but they’re fucking cracking up hysterically like it took two hours to give Penny a bath because they couldn’t catch their breath

At some point they settle down a bit and call Maya and the three of them spend the rest of their night drowning in nostalgia 

This is messy as fuck but I’m out of practice anyway

^ me when I think about gmw these days

[fuck-customers]

17 year old female  Kansas baked chicken worker from australia again!

this will be collections of fuck customer's, fuck co workers and wtf customers.

This one happened when i was first starting, i was on front counter like usual and that night we had run out of potato for the potato and gravy, so instead of the large potato and gravy that came with meals, we made sure our order taker told the customers they would get a plain gravy (same price in meals, but cheaper outside meals) and so our order taker is telling everyone this (and our drive through packers also have headsets and they can hear everything) and this one couple get their gravy in drive through then come storming in front when i was serving and start yelling at me and i didnt know what to do so i got my manger (Call her MC) to come help and the man (call him AC) just yells at MC that they are getting ripped off as its cheaper for a gravy than a potato and gravy, so MC tells them that its the same price in the meal. AC doesnt accept this, instead rants on about how they were never even told that there was no potato (remember 3+ people heard them be told and them agree to it) and so then the order taker ( call her K) comes and tells them this too and they just yell more. all the while i am standing there almost crying as thats just what happens to me when people yell and then AC starts ranting about how he wanted to see MC's boss (she is the boss for that shift) and that he worked in management for 20 years and this is BS. eventually i went around the back and i didnt know how we got him to leave, but dude ffs, the difference is $1 go buy 1 potato around the corner and mash it your self as ours is just from a packet.

Next we have one recently were i was on front again serving and packing like a boss, and i had this new girl with me ( lets call her G), first of all the day before she came in and demanded a shift so she got the same shift as me (4-8) and our uniform policy is no ear rings, but what did she do, after being told she would have a shift the next day? goes and gets her ears pierced, and claims she cant take them out, then refuses to put bandaids over them as they are "ugly". she also got mad when she was told to put a hair net on because i didn't wear one (policy is that if your hair is longer than shoulders it needs to be in a bun and then a hair net, mine is barely passed my ears and i push it back under my hat) and as she is new and i have been there for over a year, my manager tells me to just train her on things and tell her jobs to do, and i always clean when there are no customers as there is never nothing to do, and she was just standing there playing with the large note safe we have, like wtf, so i ask her to go get a job from my manager (once again its MC) and she huffs then goes, later on (like 15 min) she is standin doing the same thing, so i tell her that i think MC might have a job for her as MC told me earlier, and that job was to clean the fridge glass, so i tell her how and she says its stupid (like???? maybe but its what you were told to do), then another girl who has been working there for 5 months comes on ( we shall call her J), she is serving too, so she gets told to count her till before she starts serving, she counts it, take 20 minutes to count her STARTING TILL (takes 2 minutes tops ass its hardly anything in it) and then she gives the wrong change 5 times, so she needs keys to open the till again, like take the 5 extra seconds to count change correctly, i get it we make mistakes, but in the year ive worked there ive done that only 3 times, not 5 times one shift, and she constantly needs help for the simplest orders, and then the fuck costumer comes in, this guy comes in and asks to swap the crunchy salad (it comes free with a certian meal so we cant swap it) to a large side, and the rule is, if you cant do a swap on the register, we cant swap it. no ifs or buts, and J tells this guy and he starts yelling that they have done it before, so she calls me over and i handle it, i tell him the rule, he just yells (while spitting on me and speaking like jfc) "BUT ITS BEEN DONE AT THIS STORE BEFORE" well sorry buddy but im not the person who did that, im not risking my job for ur salad u can just throw away or refuse to take like damn. now end of shift, im cleaning up until my shift ends, like i always do, G is just standing, leaning on the bench talking to her family, we are not allowed to lean on the bench, so i tell her this, she scoffs, i also tell her to go get a job from MC, she says "but i finish in 5 minuets" it does not fucking matter, we work till end of shift. and i walk around the corner then come back AND SHE IS FUCKING LEANING ON THE DONATION BOX, LIKE WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT NOT LEANING, and like i wasnt going to ask nicely this time, i just simply said "hey, no leaning" and she scoffs again, like dude, chill, follow the rules. 8 pm rolls around, i go to my manger and ask if i can finish (this is protocol) and i see G about to clock out, so i ask her "did you ask MC if you could finish" (MC was right next to me btw) and she just rudely says "i finish at 8 so no" and ii say "youre meant to ask the manager if you can clock off" MC backs me up and says its because she might have more jobs but sends her home any way. but i wish she gave her a job just to spite her. but before end of shift, it was slow, so MC tells me to take my till off and count it, now it was full, like coins to the top, it took me 4 minuets, so i was sitting down for all of 4 min, and G gets upset that i was being lazy, LIKE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I SAT DOWN ALL SHIFT I DIDNT EVEN STAND AROUND DOING NOTHING AT ALL.

now the wtf customer

The night before that it was 5 min till i go home, and this man walks in, and asks me "you dont know anyone who wants to buy a caravan do you" i say no hoping he would just order, but instead talks about it for 5 minuets, then orders, and goes to pay by waving his hand at the eftpos machine, then saying paywave doesnt work, so he does the same thing with his card, then finally does it correctly, and i pack his food so fast just to get him outta there, and he asks to see my manager, i think "oh shit what did i do wrong" BUT HE JUST ASKS HER ABOUT IF SHE KNOWS ANYONE WANTING TO BUY A CARAVAN LIKE DUDE THIS IS A CHICKEN SHOP GO HOME!

sorry this was so long but i had a lot to get off my chest

[hellofanimagination]

Cinderella, She Seems So Easy

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “can you do one where like you go to school with gee and patrick? and patrick ends up winning you over bc gee just wants you for ur body (like,, I'm thinking desolation row gee and teenage patrick, but both are in high school) idk if this made any sense”

Word Count: 1,587

Pairing: Patrick x Reader, Gerard x Reader

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Gerard Way is hot, like really hot, you could kill me and I’d say thanks hot, and he’s smiling at you. Your entire face burns and you bite at your lip, Gerard making fuck me eyes at you from across the class room. It’s like something out of a dream and you don’t know what to do besides hope your makeup isn’t messed up. He winks-actually fucking winks!-at you before turning around in his seat and you’re left reeling, only jolted back to reality when the boy beside you taps your shoulder. You turn and look at Patrick and your blush dies down but butterflies erupt in your stomach, flowers blooming from inside and wrapping tightly around your heart. Patrick smiles softly and the entire world is slow, bright, and loving for the few moments it takes you to catch up.

“You wanna come over after school?” He asks and you nod quickly, making him smile even wider and the butterflies are trying to break out of your stomach.

You smile back at him, unable to help it, never able to help it, before turning back to the front of the room. Gerard isn’t looking at you, he’s throwing things at the teacher when he isn’t looking and making his friends laugh. He’s an asshole, well and truly, but your heart picks up its pace anyway and you bite your lip at his dark hair and sink a little in your seat. You can still feel Patrick beside you, always aware of his presence like he’s another part of you, but you can’t help but be completely focused on Gerard. He’s magnetic, electric.

The bell rings just as the teacher catches Gerard throwing things and the red haired boy bolts, laughing so hard he almost trips. You’re grinning as you watch him go, amused and in love. He’s gone when you get into the halls and Patrick is taking you by the hand and leading you to your locker, talking and making you laugh. Patrick is hand holding, 70 degree weather, and blooming flowers, he’s happiness and first loves. Patrick is your best friend but he’s also that boy your other friends tease you about.

But he’s not Gerard.

You’re leaning against the locker beside the one you share with Patrick while he puts things away and gets the math textbook you share. You’re watching him, the movement of his hands and the softness of his profile. He’s always had a young face, soft and cute and you’re drawn to him. He glances over at you, eyes looking so green under his hat, and you smile and he smiles and everything is butterflies again. Then a hand hits the locker beside you and Gerard is smirking at you trapped between him and the cold metal. You blush and try not to make your crush so painfully obvious, practically hearing Patrick roll his eyes as he pretends he still needs things from the locker.

Gerard isn’t soft, not like Patrick, he’s messy and hard. His dark hair never looks brushed, his leather jacket never clean, and he smells very much like a teenage boy. He has a bruise forming around his right eye and a cut on his eyebrow, like someone punched him and you bite your lip, always finding that recklessness attractive. He leans closer and you think he’s going to kiss you but he doesn’t, steals your breath without even touching you.

“You don’t have plans right?” He says it more than asks you and your mind is blank.

“N-No?” Your heart is hammering and you can’t drag your eyes away from his lips, each word formed a new distraction.

“There’s a concert tonight, I’ll pick you up at 9.” You nod and he gets your number before walking off down the hall, you’re stuck watching until he’s out of sight.

“Y/N!” Patrick’s annoyance startles you into reality once again and when you see how disappointment is written all over his face your stomach drops. “We were supposed to hang out tonight, Joe got new dice remember?”

“I know, I’m sorry, but he wants me, it’s nice to feel wanted.” You reply dreamily and Patrick sighs heavily before doing his best to shake it off. You feel awful but it’s Gerard Way!

“It’s better to feel needed.” He says it softly but it knocks the wind out of you. “Let’s go, I’ll drive you home.” The butterflies have twisted into guilt and you’re not even thinking about Gerard anymore, only how to make this up to Patrick.

--

Gerard picks you up with two of his friends and his brother but he makes them sit in the back so you can be near him while he drives. He has his hand on your thigh and your head is spinning, he keeps glancing over at you, licking his lips and giving you that look, the world is spinning. The concert is not like the ones you’re used to and you’re a little reluctant to get out of the car but Gerard has his arm around your waist, hand dangerously close to your ass, and you follow him without thought. There are people everywhere, loud and angry, the scene packed and you all have to shove your way into the crowd because Gerard needs to be near the stage. The music is piercing, the guys on stage screaming and Gerard presses himself against you, both of you moving with the wave of people.

It’s sweaty and gross but so much fun, you listen to Gerard scream and sing to songs you’ve never heard, the rest of the crowd blurring and moving without definite shapes. His lips are on your neck, wet and hot and you want, your entire body burns with want. The pounding music and vibrating bodies hides the way his hands move over your body, how your breathing stutters, the slide of his lips and the shift of your hips. His lips never touch yours and when he stops touching you feel empty, used even. You look over at him, see his eyes skate slowly up your body before he reaches your face, stuck on your lips before he meets your eyes and the butterflies aren’t there, the smile doesn’t come, and the ickyness under your skin doesn’t fade. Shouldn’t his eyes sparkle like Patrick’s every time he sees you? Shouldn’t he smile?

“You’re so hot!” He shouts over the music and pulls you in close, you’re blushing, a mess really, but the want isn’t there anymore, not the same as it was before.

“Is that all I am?” You ask loudly, a small sliver of hope pounding against your chest. He doesn’t answer; his lips are on yours, kissing messy and too much tongue. He grips your hips too tight and when he pulls back he doesn’t seem to notice or even care about the devastation on your face.

You’re hot, touching in a crowded bar, dirty kisses, and nothing else.

You don’t matter, not to him.

How could you be so stupid?

--

You get dropped off at Patrick’s house at almost 2am and he opens the door in pajamas and sleep clouded eyes but he still smiles and he still notes that you don’t seem okay, all before he mentions how late it is. He hugs you tight; he gives the best hugs, tight bear hugs that yank the world back into place better than bandages ever could. He brushes back your hair and your stomach swirls, heart kicking into gear, and everything about Gerard doesn’t seem to matter anymore. He’s a dick, he just wanted your body, and it’s over now.

“What happened?” He asks, worried eyes and hands looking like they want to comfort but he doesn’t touch. You take his hands in yours and he relaxes as you squeeze.

“He didn’t like me, but he helped me realize something.”

“That he’s just another asshole who doesn’t deserve you?” Patrick rushes out and you laugh, light and happy and he grins.

“Yes, but something else too. I want you.” You don’t know when you realized it, maybe when Gerard didn’t smile at you, maybe in the car and you couldn’t stop thinking about Patrick, maybe you’ve always known.

“Me?” he drops your hands and you take a shaky breath.

“Yes, it was right in front of my face and I’m sorry that I got distracted by some pretty face who couldn’t even dream of meaning as much to me as you do. I want you, I need you.” Patrick is blushing but you see him smile and its all there-first loves, butterflies, 70 degree weather, and blossoming flowers. Everything is right there because Patrick is right there.

“I really like you, ‘Trick.” You mumble, blushing from your head to your toes.

“I really like you too, Y/N.”

You hold out your hand and Patrick takes it, warm and soft and meant to be. You pull him in gently, holding each other tight, flowers wrapping around you both, tight and safe and oh so beautiful. It feels like a fairytale and you never want to let go, content to stay in each other’s arms until you rot into the earth, always together. Beautiful flowers.

And the next day, at school, when Gerard ask you out you say no because you have plans with your boyfriend Patrick. He doesn’t care, brushes you off, but it doesn’t hurt this time and when you turn to Patrick he’s smiling, soft and beautiful just for you.

[whambamthankyoubram]

ALL OF THEM IM A NOSEY BITCH

YOU ALWAYS DO THIS

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? MORE CEREAL THAN MILK OBVIOUSLY I’M NOT SATAN

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? No bc my cheeks are cold as hell and I need warmth

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I fold the corners or put little mailings/postcards in them, whatever I have laying around!

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea, nothing; coffee, milk only!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yes :( There’s a gap in my teeth and I hate it. I wish my teeth were perfect.

6: do you keep plants? Nope.

7: do you name your plants? Can’t name the plants you don’t keep, my dude

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Uhhhh...no?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? YES all the time.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Side!

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? 

12: what's your favorite planet? Pluto bc it is still a planet okay

13: what's something that made you smile today? My boyfriend’s Snapchats

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Messy af

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! “In space, the skin on your feet peels off.” EW SPACE WTF

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? MMMMMM any pasta tbh I’m Italian I will eat anything

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I love my hair color the way it is now!

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. My ex never let me forget the time I was passed out on his couch, and I woke up intermittently before falling back asleep. He was watching Rush Hour. I asked him, (HALF ASLEEP MIND YOU), Oh, is this the movie with Chris Rock and Bruce Lee? (I’m awful).

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I write my thoughts and crazy paranoia in there boyyyyyeeeee

20: what's your favorite eye color? BROWN

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. Uhhhhh it’s a longchamp bc I’m a white girl

22: are you a morning person? Not really

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? SLEEP!

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Not sure

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? I’ve never broken into anything omg

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My Uggs, because I’m a white girl

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Mint

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? My BFF giggles sometimes when she talks and idk it’s cute

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Fuck yes, have you ever seen a spider? In your shower? Without your glasses on? 

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I LOVE SOCKS! When I get socks for Christmas I get so excited. I can fall asleep with socks on, but at some point in the night, they’re coming off my feet lol.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I ate pizza while I was drunk #wowimsocool

33: what's your fave pastry? Cinnamon buns, does that count?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? Winnie the Motherfuckin Pooh. No :( He fell in the mud and I had to throw him out bc the washer couldn’t fix him

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Fuck yeah I do!

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? Noooo clue tbh

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean, but it’s always a mess

38: tell us about your pet peeves! I hate when the President sniffs into the microphone while he’s delivering some sort of address, blow ur nose next time or stop doing coke

39: what color do you wear the most? Black lol

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? Nose ring, no special meaning I just really like it

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? An Abundance of Katherines bc I fucking love the shit out of John Green

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Not really tbh

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Probably my bf

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? The other night, at the beach! So pretty :)

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yes

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I couldn’t think of any, next question

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Aerosol cheese

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Bugs, yes, ew

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? Don’t remember!! I bought the first Glee soundtrack when it came out LOL

50: what's an odd thing you collect? Socks?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I associate “All Night” by Chance the Rapper w my bf

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? Salt bae for sure

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Beetlejuice was the only one, I watched a little of Pulp Fiction - they were both ok

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My friend :( she’s ok now but I saw her the other night and she was upset

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Not sure 

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Laughter and the way people get excited over things

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? It made me feel like I’ve been having too much sugar tonight tbh

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I’M THE WINE MOM!!!! I am the wine QUEEN ok that’s all I ever drink. My bff is the vodka aunt, but she lives miles apart from me so we rarely drink together nowadays 

59: what's your favorite myth? Dude? I don’t have one

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot. 

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? I got a really ugly hat once, and I gave a really ugly hat once, at the same Christmas exchange party 

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Hell no I’m a living mess

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yes, my bff 

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Mad lilies! They’re my fav flower

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Depressed and tired tbh

68: what's winter like where you live? Cold but not too cold bc you know global warming

69: what are your favorite board games? Scrabble!!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Yes lol

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? ANY KIND! Right now I’m really feeling ginger turmeric from Trader Joe’s, though, soooo good

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? YES.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Uhhh not going to bed early enough lol

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. This person is a HUGE JARLEY FAN and super adorbs!!! Hates Mon-El and LOVES TO RANT ABOUT IT AND I LOVE THIS PERSON REGARDLESS 

75: tell us about your pets! So I have a dog, he’s almost 12 years old which is really depressing bc he’s probably going to pass on soon :( I’m obsessed with him and love him so much!!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Yeah, taking my bra off why am I still wearing it

77: pink or yellow lemonade? PINK, always

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? Hate club, get them the fuck away from me

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? One of my old boyfriends learned how to knit for me which I thought was very sweet

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Aqua! Because I like it?

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. “Comets.”

82: are/were you good in school? Not really

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Ohhhh I know this, I love Californication’s album art so much

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I have seven!!

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? No

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Wat

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? The Lion King, BITCH

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not really

89: are you close to your parents? Yes

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. NEW YORRRRRK. Concrete jungle where dreams are destroyed you’ll never get anywhere go back to long island

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Somewhere over the summer, not sure where yet tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? In the middle

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Top knots bc I’m lazy

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? The Weeknd LOL

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Date night, then I’m not sure!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Ohhh I procrastinate so much

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Not sure about the Myer-Briggs type, but I’m a scorpio + Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Yes! I think in November. It was chilly, but a lot of fun

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

One Headlight - The Wallflowers (listening now)

Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

Love Drought - Beyonce

Under the Bridge - RHCP

Strip My Mind - RHCP

Literally anything by RHCP

Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips (I cry literally every time I listen to it)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Neither, because I am choosing to live in the MOMENT :) 

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*MUSIC SYMBOL THO*

♫ – five times my muse swears it’s nota date and the one time it maybe is.— @sycophanticvisionary​

1. CINEMA

      “Just pick one.”

      “I don’t know? I’m still thinking.”

      “Look, it’s not that hard. You’re over-complicating it.”

       “I’m just not sure.”

      “Ryan, if you don’t choose, I’m going to choose for you.”

      “All right, all right, gimme a minute, will you?!”

Easy for Joe to say; these are his selections. After process of elimination, the remaining films limit two in the same genre: Goodfellas or The Godfather III. Why is he not surprised this is something Joe likes? Ryan’s never been into gangster movies himself—someone has to force him to watch the first Godfather actually—so maybe he’s stalling on purpose, even though the line behind him is getting antsy.

      “Sir, you need to make your choice soon. You’re holding up the line,” the box office clerk wheedles impatiently.

He wants to reject both options, if only because Ryan really wants to see Total Recall, but Joe isn’t a Schwarzenegger fan [how is that even possible? He’s amazing as Conan the barbarian]. Part of him wants to see Edward Scissorhands because that’s a unique concept and Nightmare Before Christmas is bizarre in a good way, even if as a kid Ryan finds it scary. But whatever, he has to decide, otherwise not only will people be pissed, Joe will probably walk out on him.

      “Two for The Godfather.” It takes all his willpower not to sigh.

Glancing at Joe, the small smile on his lips tells Ryan he chooses well. That makes him smile in turn as they head to the snack bar.

      “What do you want to eat?” he hears Joe ask, though he shrugs.

      “You decide. I’m pretty cheap.”

Joe doesn’t argue, just orders them a combo popcorn and fishes for his wallet. It occurs to Ryan that Joe’s paying for everything and that makes his face hot with embarrassment. Does that mean—?

      “Is this a date?” Ryan blurts.

It stills Joe from handing over a twenty-dollar bill, his eyes slowly sliding towards Ryan. Ryan swallows nervously, staring back with what he doesn’t realize is anticipated hope.

      “No.”

Joe turns away to gather napkins as Ryan stands, deflated, watching. He doesn’t enjoy the movie as much as Joe does.

2. BOWLING ALLEY

Ryan’s probably never laughed as much as he had since getting out of prison, but witnessing someone as tall as Joe MacMillan try to toss a giant heavy ball down a laminated aisle and miss is ridiculously priceless. More than likely Joe doesn’t appreciate being the butt of the joke, but can’t say he doesn’t laugh either whenever Ryan misses a strike out—which isn’t a lot. He practically grows up on this game thanks to his dad’s company team. Ryan knows how to roll a ball before he knows keystrokes.

So, yes, it’s a little unfair he asks Joe to verse him, knowing the advantage he has, but it feels nice to be good at something again, especially against Joe MacMillan, a man who is seemly flawless at what he puts his mind to, regardless of skill level. [Ryan has seen the man’s code, and while it’s like looking at the aftermath of a wild keg party, there’s still some gold nuggets that can make a decent brewery. He may never be great at it, but he’s not unteachable.] When they decide to pause in Joe’s losing streak—he laughs again at the typical-wounded-ego pout on his face—they stop for a pizza break. Ryan carries a tray over with their huge slices and styrofoam soda cups; the one with the hot-pink crazy-straw indicates Ryan’s Dr. Pepper and the cup with lots of ice is Joe’s Coke. The fries they split. Ryan dunks his in too much ketchup, makes a mess of his shirt, and Joe just looks at him with fond exasperation when he gets more napkins.

      “Do you still think you’re capable of beating me?” Ryan taunts through a grin and half a mouthful of pizza. “I mean, I gotta admit, you got spunk. Don’t think that’s good enough though.”

Joe scoffs goodnaturedly. “You’re sure of yourself. Don’t get cocky, Ryan—”

      “Too late!”

      “―You might be surprised. I could suddenly win this and you wouldn’t even see it coming.” Joe’s steady, self-assured voice causes doubt in any other situation but this one. Ryan’s heard it a few times when they’ve spent hours and days looking for something before finding NSFNet. That tone marks the man’s determination as well as an ace hidden up his sleeve.

Not that Ryan heeds it. There’s no way Joe can turn this around in time. There’s a little over thirty minutes of the game left and Ryan’s ahead by twenty-two. He stuffs the rest of his cheese pizza in his mouth, devours it, and slurps down more Dr. Pepper, shaking his head. “That doesn’t scare me, Joe. You’re all talk.” Ryan smirks. “C’mon, prove it.”

He’s not exactly prepared for that look Joe gives. Like he’s said the wrong thing, or maybe the right thing, to put that fire in his gaze; the way he stands so abruptly just screams You’ll regret that. Ryan watches a little dumbfounded as Joe steps into the little sitting area, food forgotten, then takes a minute to peruse particular bowling balls. He ends up choosing a shiny black one, as if it’s an enlarged 8-ball. It’s a surprise when Joe walks up, stands perfectly still, but suddenly executes a perfect throw with just the right amount of leverage and twist that sends the ball gliding across the lane, knocking down the white pins forming a Greek Church. 

For a dumb moment, Ryan has the impression of pillars of an old god’s temple being destroyed by Joe MacMillan: a cannon ball come to wreck a false way of life.

The next half hour plays out similarly. Joe keeps nailing his shots over and over until he’s caught up to Ryan, who hasn’t said a word to joke or laugh at Joe’s expense. He realizes how easily he’s been played, that Joe is going easy on him earlier, and that miffs him the slightest bit. But in the end it’s Ryan who wins; as good as Joe apparently is at bowling, Ryan’s better.

       “That was fun,” Joe announces on the drive home. “We should do it again sometime.”

       “Yeah, sure,” Ryan answers, distracted, with his attention out of the window. He may still be a little bitter at how Joe played him. So he isn’t expecting the hand on his arm that gains his attention on the man driving instead.

       “Hey, you okay?”

The concern in Joe’s words melt whatever ire builds. Coupled with that glance of caring worry behind horn-rimmed glasses, Ryan simply smiles and shrugs it off. “Yeah, I’m good, I’m good. We’re good.”

Joe smiles, small and delicate, and nods. “Good. Let’s play again sometime,” he encourages.

       “It’s a date,” Ryan agrees mindlessly. 

Joe’s smile doesn’t waver, but his eyes close off. He looks back at the road ahead, stepping on the pedal once the light turns green.

3. PARTY

Ryan’s two hours deep in Mortal Kombat, the joystick of his Nintendo 64 in danger of snapping from how vigorously he jerks it left and right, but he can’t care about that now, so close to K.O.-ing a FATALITY on Rain’s flamboyant, Japanese-purple-poncho, black death mask wearing ass. Ryan didn’t unlock Smoke as a character just to have him look pretty with his long white hair and mysticism. He’s been glued to the console ever since he buys it for himself as an early birthday present. Not even his brand new Microsoft PC has steered him from fighting fictional assassins and ninjas designed by America’s greatest video game developers. 

It’s Joe’s fault anyway.

“Fault” as if Ryan’s mad—hardly. The day Joe hands this gem over in neat red wrapping paper, Ryan swears he falls in love. After replaying [and beating] Super Mario five times, he’s in need of something new; Joe delivers.

Speaking of Joe, a shrill ringing interrupts his gameplay in time for Smoke to land the finishing blow. “Yes!” Ryan praises, leaping up with arms shooting high the same moment Smoke does a victory taunt. Adrenaline plants a wide grin on his lips and he pats the wall for his phone blindly, but eventually grasps it. “Hello?” he breathes, not quite over his excitement.

       “Ryan? It’s Joe.”

        “Joe? Hey, man, perfect timing! I just killed it on Mortal Kombat!”

        “Mortal Kombat?” Joe is genuinely confused. Figures.

       “Yeah, Mortal Kombat, it’s that game you bought me a few weeks ago. For my birthday,” he tacks on just in case he really has forgotten.

       “Right, I remember. I’m glad to know you’re liking it so much. Listen, can you do me a favor? I wouldn’t ask if I had somebody else, but—”

       “What is it, Joe? It’s not like you to stall.”

There’s a pause, and Ryan imagines Joe’s debating telling him never mind and hanging up, but he’s happy he doesn’t. “There’s this thing I have to go to for Gordon. Business party. A lot of investors will be there—I need someone to come with me.”

       “Like a date?”

       “No, nothing like that. It looks bad if I go alone.” Joe is too quick to dismiss the idea, but what else is new. It no longer hurts Ryan’s feelings.

But he does chuckle to hide his scoff. “You don’t think showing up with a guy will look bad?” Ryan points out incredulously. He realizes how bad that sounds though. “Not that I have a problem with it, just—”

       “Will you go with me or not?” Joe demands sharply, his voice like a cold knife.

       “Sure, yeah, yeah, I’ll go. Sure. Look, I’m sorry if I—”

       “Great. I’ll pick you up a six o’clock. Wear something nice.”

The line goes dead. Ryan feels like shit for putting his foot in his mouth and he knows he’s going to make it up to Joe somehow. Over the years the guy’s gotten a little more sensitive about his sexuality, the AIDS epidemic startling him into awareness and caution. Of course Joe’s never taken lightly to cracks about the gay community. Sometimes he can be downright vicious defending it.

Before Ryan has long to mope about his carelessness, he checks the clock. It’s four minutes from 5:00 PM and Joe doesn’t live far. Whatever remorse Ryan feels gets replaced by panicked annoyance at classic Joe MacMillan expecting him to break his neck getting ready in a small window of time. Ryan flicks off his television, then hops over his couch to rush down the hall towards his bedroom, shirking clothes as he goes.

He’s proud of himself when he opens the door to Joe exactly at 6:00, dressed in a starch white button-up, open maroon blazer, and black slacks. The contrast of deep red truly makes his skin glow copper. The way Joe looks him up and down slowly only adds to Ryan’s conceit. It doesn’t even diminish when Joe reaches forward to fix his black bowtie before half-smiling at Ryan. They’ll make quite the pair: Joe also looks dapper in his silver-white three-piece suit, his skin freshly scrubbed clean to give a polished peach gleam. Ryan forgets all about how much he hates parties and whether Joe admits it or not, he tries not to focus on the fact it feels very much like a date.

Ryan pretends Joe doesn’t.

4. COASTLINE

Joe invites Ryan out to the water with him. He tries to teach him to surf. It’s the first and last time he tries as they learn Ryan is stupendously awful at keeping his balance on a surfboard while the waves are rocking. He probably swallows more sea water than is healthy, but at least he coughs up some of it.

On shore Joe hands Ryan a towel that he gratefully accepts, rubbing his messy soaked hair after he’s squeezed out excessive water onto the sand dampening beneath his bum. These wetsuits make Ryan uncomfortable, a little more conservative about the skin-tight fabric than he’d like to be. He wishes he can be like Joe, who struts around in his wetsuit like he’s born to model them, or even something as simple as rolling the top half of it down, scars on display, just to lay on a towel while the sun warms them both. Joe looks mighty comfortable lounging on his back, hands atop his stomach, while Ryan imitates a drowned cat vigorously trying to groom himself. Instead of his tongue he’s got a terry cloth that’s mostly drenched—not much good for drying anymore.

       “I think I’ll leave it to you from now on to be the surfing expert,” Ryan grouses, drawing his knees up to his chest and hugging himself. It’s a silly attempt to heat up faster, but he’ll take what he can get.

Laughing, Joe peeks a bright eye at Ryan. “Come on, you weren’t that bad.”

Ryan snorts, tossing Joe a look as if he’s crazy. “I got booed by a water skier passing by us. I sucked, let’s face it.”

       “They were kind of assholes,” Joe argues mildly.

       “Those assholes weren’t wrong though,” Ryan insists.

Humming, Joe’s quiet for a second as he thinks it over. He comes to a decision shortly. “I suppose you’re right. You were pretty bad.”

Ryan sits up straighter, raising his chin, and affects a haughty air. “Thank you.”

It makes Joe laugh like he intends, yet they both go quiet afterwards. Joe tips onto his side, eyes closed, the corners of his mouth faintly curl up, Ryan staring at him for a second too long. He doesn’t want to say what this feels like—out loud—for fear of Joe shooting the idea down. Rather than humiliate himself more, Ryan bunkers down next to Joe, a respectable amount of space between them without seeming too intimate nor too distant. He tucks his hands behind his head, well on his way to relaxed. Ryan will just keep it to himself how he considers this outing to be a date as well.

5. ARCADE

Ryan has a hard time believing Joe’s never gone to an arcade to actually play on one of the machines. He knows that’s where he and Cameron almost hooked up and where he recruited her, so it possibly has a sour taste in his mouth, but he chooses a different hotspot—plus, it’s not like Joe’s life revolves around a timeline of B.C. and A.C.: “Before Cameron” and “After Cameron.” At least he hopes not. Sometimes when she’s brought up he gets this erstwhile look, one of whimsical nostalgia, but mostly wistful remembrance. Ryan has been trying since the day Joe offers home and heart to him to help remedy that ache, but it may be impossible.

The most he can do is subdue it, except admittedly this isn’t one of his better suggestions for a date. 

       No, not date: hangout.

Now Ryan feels bad. “We can go somewhere else if this if this is too weird for you.”

It’s not a shocker that he’s barely able to finish his sentence before Joe turns on his heel and heads back for the car. Ryan jogs after to keep up, but does give some space. Joe seems a little angry, which is probably better than his sadness. Ryan doesn’t know what to do with sad. Anger? That’s easy.

       “Sorry.”

        “Don’t.”

The ride to Joe’s place is thick with silence. Ryan doesn’t try to talk again, nor after they get inside and Joe handles him a little too roughly when he steers Ryan towards his closed bedroom. In the morning Ryan may have bruises from how tightly Joe holds Ryan’s wrists down or how hard he sinks his teeth in Ryan’s shoulder and he knows for certain he’ll be a little sore sitting because he asks Joe not to hold back [“Just fuck me, Joe. I can handle it.”] and that’s all Joe needs to let himself go and not treat Ryan like some breakable china doll.

In the morning Joe asks Ryan to leave and Ryan does without argument. A couple days later he calls to apologize, regardless if he’s not sure what he’s apologizing for, but Joe accepts it and Ryan feels lighter. Unfortunately they’re both busy after that.

1. DINNER

Obviously he can still be surprised. “You cook?”

Clearly there’s food set out on the table that definitely isn’t store-bought frozen meals or nearby takeout. There’s some flavored rice, what he thinks is cut-up baked fish mixed with vegetables, and  cheesy broccoli. A bottle of sweet red wine even stands between two glasses.

       “Yes, I can cook. Why do you sound so surprised?” Joe’s a bit insulted.

Ryan ignores it as he peels off his coat. “’Cause I mean, you’re Joe MacMillan! Cooking is so… mundane.” That makes him sound like a douche, doesn’t it? “It’s just—you didn’t strike me as the type to like that sort of thing.”

Joe eyes Ryan critically, his hard stare skeptical, like he may have made a mistake. “You’re right. I don’t really enjoy it. But I thought…” He looks across the set table and examines the placement and food choice subconsciously, his hands on the back of a chair. His fingers tighten nervously. “I thought you might like it.”

       “Oh, I do! I really do, you just caught me off guard, is all.” He’s quick to reassure that Joe doesn’t waste his time with this gesture. “This looks great, thanks, man.” Grinning, Ryan moves to take a seat, but is moderately amused when Joe pulls out his chair. Ryan doesn’t comment, simply lowers himself gingerly into the seat, eyes on Joe, full of unasked questions.

He follows suit while he reaches for his napkin and places it on his person properly, treating his dining room as a five-star restaurant. When he looks up at his guest, Ryan scrambles to do the same after a delayed second. 

Joe smiles. “I thought we could try a proper date.”

        “A date?” Ryan must have misheard.

        “A date,” Joe confirms.

Nope, he hears correctly. He’s not sure what to think. “So this is a date then?” he repeats dumbly. It’s hard to believe after Joe denies all the other not-dates they’ve had.

       “If you want it to be,” Joe murmurs, peering at Ryan, fixated. He holds his breath.

Understanding how serious this is, Ryan slowly smiles and he notices the tense line of Joe’s shoulders relax as he breathes. “I want it to be. I do, I really do.”

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ASMR Amnesia Script

I am a massive lover of ASMR videos, and in particular the Yandere roleplay videos that you may have come across. As such I got curious and thought about writing a script for such a video and figured since I now have a tumblr I might as well share it. The script is written with the intention of being performed by a female, however the dialogue is intended to be gender neutral while still maintaining a romantic intent. Of course with a few edits you can make it capable of being performed for  and aimed at anyone.

ASMR Performer = P

Viewer/Amnesiac = V

P: No. No. Nonononononono!

V: [uuuuuhhh......Wha....]

P: Sorry, I’m sorry. Please be okay! Please be okay! Please be okay!

V:[What.....what is ha- arrrgghh! My head]

P: Darling are you alright? I’m so sorry, please don’t move too much you-

The Viewer pulls their hand away from their head and looks at their palm. Upon noticing the fresh blood upon it the being to freak out and start screaming hysterically

P: No, no. Shhhhh, shhhhh. Calm down darling, calm down, Your head took a nasty blow so please don’t move so much.

The Performer approaches the frightened Viewer and out stretches their arms to them, beckoning them into their embrace.

P: Come here. Let me have a look at that wound of yours.

The Viewer beings to calm down and draws closer to the Performer before being gently pulled to their chest with their arms cradling their head.

P: There, there. That’s it calm down. You’re okay now, I’m here, I’ll look after you. Now let me get a good look at your head. Oh my, you are bleeding quite a bit. Stay right there, I’ll be right back with some bandages and medicine to help with the pain. Okay, just stay right there.

The Performer leaves the room for a brief moment before returning  with a first aid box.

P: I’m back, now lets get you nice and wrapped up.

They begin to bandage up the Viewers head, making extra care with their application.

P:There we are. You seem much better now, have you calmed ll the way down for me?

The viewer looks at the performer with a slightly confused, blank stare.

P: Darling? What’s wrong? Are you still in pain, do you need more medicine!?

V: [Look, I am really sorry if this is incredibly rude of me to ask, but; who are you?

P: Huh? What are you talking about silly, I just went over introductions an ho(ur)-........

The Performer’s voice trails off as they pause, beginning to grasp the nature of the situation.

P: Darling. Darling tell me what is your name?

V: [Huh?]

P: Your name, what’s you name silly?

V[Name? I-I.....I’m not coming up with anything. I can’t remember it.]

The Performer takes another moment of pause to consider the situation. A devious grin being to over take their face as the inch just a bit closer to the viewer.

P: Heyyyy~~. Darling, do you remember a girl.

V: [A girl?]

P: Yes, a girl. You’ve know her for a while, and even started going out recently, remember?

V:[Well, that sounds great, but no. I’m drawing a blank. I’m sorry.]

The Performers grin being to grow even wider, barely being hidden from the Viewer.

P: You must of really hurt your head really bad.......don’t you remember anyone or anything that’s happened to you?

V:[It’s just...fuzzy. I can’t focus hard enough to form a full picture. But you mentioned a girl?]

P: That girl! Yeah, I did mention that.....

V:[ That might be a good place to start, she’s probably wondering what happened to me]

The Performers eyes widen rapidly and they rush closer to the Viewer.

P: NO! That’s.....That’s so mean of you, Darling. How could you forget about me like that. After all the time we’ve spent together

V[You?]

P: Yes, me. Oh you really don’t remember anything do you. Oh my poor darling, you must be oh so confused. Don’t worry, I’ll remind you of everything you need to know about our relationship.

V[O-okay]

P: Now, lets see...Umm. How about our first date? It was winter and we were going through the town center, and the ice ring was open. You said we should give it a try, since neither of us had ever ice skated before. You were a bit uncoordinated a first, but then you got the hang of it.

V:[Yeah, an Ice Ring. I remember something like that]

P: You remember the ice ring. Yes, good good, and anything else?

V:[I was with someone, they fell over....]

The Performer beings to cheer in excitement and happiness

P: Yes! Oh my darling, yes, that’s it you remember me. I fell over when I first got on the ring, and you came and lifted me up so easily. This is wonderful darling, soon you’ll remember me and all the love we’ve shared together. 

V:[But, their hair was....]

P: What, their hair. Oh! That must of......that must of been because of the hat I was wearing. You might of got the colors confused because of that!

V:[A hat, no.....no I’m sure there wasn’t- arrrgghh my head]

P: Ah, Darling! Please, remember you took a nasty bump. You don’t need to over exert yourself. I’m sure all our memories together will come back in time. For now you just need rest up here with me. We can take as long as we need to take for you to recover.

V[I-I guess, yeah.]

P: Right? Good, now the best thing to help the recovery process is nice home cooked meal. I’ve been really practicing, so i’ll go and make you something you’ll love, okay my darling. Just rest up there and I’ll go get started.

The Performer exits the room, leaving the Viewer to ponder over their still hazy and disoriented memories. While waiting they see a smart phone laying on a countertop. They go to pick up the phone, hoping that it may help they recover more about themselves. As they go to unlock the phone the Performer returns.

P:Oh Darling, I forgot to give you some pillows and a blanket to help you re(st)-

The Performer sees the viewer with the phone and immediately rushes them. heir still damaged mind leaves them unable to react and the Performer swiftly takes the phone from them.

P:What were you doing with this. I knew I forgot to take your phone. i can’t believe I nearly made such a silly mistake.

V:[What? What do you mean my phone?]

P: Oh, your phone.....Yeah, this is yours. I was just looking after it for you....

V:[Looking after it? Look just give me back my phone, okay? It might help me remember more things.]

P: No. No. No, I won’t. I can’t give it back to you. I don’t want to give it back to you.

V[Don’t want to? Stop being silly and just give back to me]

P: No, I said I won’t give it back. I-I-I want to.....

V:[Want to what?]

P: You don’t remember anyone else, do you? I’m the only person in the world you know right now. I’m all you have. Outside of me you don’t remember anything about the world or the people in it. I know it’s selfish, and you may hate me for it but.....Just for a while, just as few days. I want to stay the only person you know. I just want it to be me and you, together with no other distractions. I know you want to recover your memories, but that can wait for just a little bit, right?

V:[I.......yeah, I guess there is no worry]

P:YES! oh yes, yes, yes. Thank you darling. I love you so much. It’ll just be you and me for. All alone together. Thank you. Oh! Ummm....if you accept my request I’m going to keep your phone with me, okay?

V[Sure,for a bit]

P: Yes, thank you darling.

After a brief silence between the two the Performer beings to speak again.

P: Say, I know your old memories are really foggy and all. But, rather than focusing on old ones how about we start making some new ones instead.

V[Yeah, I’d like that]

P: Perfect! Oh, but first I need go make dinner. Oh my, our first new memory will be a romantic home cooked meal together. I’m so excited. And after that we can do a bunch more stuff together. [Giggles] I’ll make sure you never forget me, no matter what happens.

The End.

So there you have it, just a brief idea I came up with while thinking about AMSR roleplays. I primarily imitated the dialogue and feel from FallenShadows and CapitailASMR’s yandere videos, which if you are a fan of such things you should check out their channels. Feel free to use this script however you please is you like it, just throw me a mention if you use it in anyway. Anyway happy tingles.