#// unshook

[sammithryx]

Hi, you said you're taking requests for fanfics? Could you maybe write something Anasui and Jolyne related? Like something not too serious. I just think they're silly and I can only find nsfw stuff:((( thank you yayyy

Yep I started taking requests for Fanfics like... 12 hours ago, lol, and Jolyne and Anasui are one of my favorite ships! So, of course!

Warnings: I do Headcanon Anasui as a Trans man, but I will avoid mentioning it to keep them in character.

Enjoy ^^

You should cover up.

On the streets of Florida, a colorful haired couple walked silently, Pink and greenish blonde moving in unison.

"Anasui..." Jolyne mumbled beneath her breath, breaking the silence.

"I love you too Jolyne." Anasui immediately answered, turning to her with a confident smile.

"Not that, you idiot! It's... another thing I was meaning to ask..." She asks awkwardly, pausing on the street.

"I do!" He quickly said, holding Jolyne's hand tightly.

"I'm not proposing either! Chill!" Jolyne huffed, face palming as she looked around the street, growing slightly tense... "Your... Panties are showing... Like... 24/7..." She hissed out.

"..." Anasui looks down for a second "... It's not panties... those are shorts..." He casually answered, unshook.

"... The last thing those are... Are shorts..." She groaned, her eye twitching at his obliviousness.

"But they are shorts! Just... really high cut." He explained, tho visibly confused himself.

"I can see your whole ass when you pull your belt up. Those are Panties, Anasui. Accept it." She said in a sigh.

"... But... Do you like them?" He hopefully asked.

"... Yes... But the old ladies in the streets don't appreciate it all that much..." She awkward admits pointing to group of older folks staring daggers at Anasui's outfit.

"... But I... Don't have nothing on me... S-should I buy pants or some-!" He silently asked before Jolyne suddenly held up her jacket to him, looking away in slight embarrassment.

He shakily took the jacket... God's... Jolyne's jacket... she was handing him her jacket...

"Just... wrap it around your waist or something..." she said in a hushed whisper, Anasui nodding quickly as he obeyed.

When he had the jacket covering him, he was practically vibrating in excitement, Jolyne taking his hand as they continue walking the streets.

"... But... they're man's panties..." He shyly whispers.

"Still panties, Anasui..."

"... So... No proposal yet...?"

"Chill. Out!"

The end.

[jtl-fics]

:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) (foxhole bake lovely pleaseee)

WIP Wednesday - Closed (9/6/23) | A Foxhole Bake AU

"I know it's early, just the first bake of the whole season but I have to offer this." Paul Hollywood offers his hand.

A hush falls across the tent.

A Paul Hollywood handshake.

"This is the earliest that Paul Hollywood has ever offered one of his infamous handshakes." Noel Fielding gave a voice over as the in the moment Noel Fielding was still very visibly having a moment with the Lemon Meringue cupcake still. "Which is a bit obvious since this is the very first challenge on the very first week." he adds.

Andrew stares down at the offered hand, grabs one of the cupcakes remaining on his platter.

He puts a second cupcake in Paul's hand, grabs the remaining tray and walks back setting one cupcake on Neil's station before taking his seat.

Paul Hollywood's hand remained unshook.

[daisydaisyanswer]

"Hrm... I do not quite see the source of it yet though. Do you see anything?" Surprisingly unshook by the grotesque nature of the room, Ozymandias began to patrol it. First, examining the plushies on the counter-top, followed by the couch, and lastly the kitchen counter to the right of the room.

"Do you think they might be hiding within the apple's dimension?"

I don’t think the memories work in my dreams..

That’d be convenient though. Me running from a monster and just teleporting out of there. Hehe.

*The Apple is rotted, notably. The food here isn’t suppose to rot is it?*

[lozmxandcreates]

Unboxing

Written: 2nd of June, 2023, Edited 31st of December, 2023

Have you unboxed yourself?

Have you had the chance to unbox you?

The you that was put into pink or blue

Made to sit or stand according to the rules of boxes shaped by human hands who

Hadn’t had the chance to unbox themselves.

Or to deconstruct in order to reconstruct.

Like the burnt ashes we use to paint our truth when all is quiet and we feel no-one watching.

There is a reason these truths haunt us in the looking glass.

Their ghostly imprints felt on the insta-gram-ification pages we’ve built to keep our boxes tightly sealed.

“Seal it. Keep it shut. Stop it from breaking through.”

“Oh and make sure you file down the razor blade pain that threatens to cut yourself open and bleed onto the pages, ‘kay?”

“No words, shush now, control yourself!”

“Don’t let your words escape.

These are not practical after all

In fact they are unlawful”

In the law of the people against the person.

The people that speak of freedom, of integrity

These principles must remain unshook by humanity.

Keep them in their boxes they pray,

For our beauty, the beauty of you and me

When all boxed up for no-one to see

Is like the string that suspends them a small height above the ground

Stuck in space and time

Doomed for the same same same fate no matter the decade.

So let them stay there,

Their sealed up boxes suspended on a string

And I’ll wait for you.

[monsteroftheweekpodcast]

I am disappointed to see you don’t have merch with John Winchesters most famous and inspiring quote, “Never leave a milkshake unshook.”

We are notorious for never remembering our jokes long enough to make merch out of them.

That said if you want to buy some stickers of Castiel sharing a smoke with a skeleton, we got you.

[airfieldddrive]

"Just For A Laugh"

Just for a laugh

And all the good times

Just for a laugh

A place where you can truly unwind

The true north cold

Bogged down by the ice and snow

Home

it's been told before

we find there

Unshook

No more lifelines

Sign of the times

Clear and in plain sight

What's yours is yours

and what's mine is mine.

-Walter

[cassiewontwrite]

I love that line more than I should, like a love so vast that all of life’s tragedies and sorrows can’t hold a candle to being with the person you love, even for a moment is such a powerful idea. Don’t get me wrong, “heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” is strong, but goddamn you can’t just throw out that your love is better than all the pain you’ve ever been through.

AND GOING AGAIN AND AGAIN???????

FOREVER??????

MY DUDE WHAT

A love unshook by death is one thing, a love good enough to go back for is another BUT A LOVE ETERNAL THAT OVERPOWERS ANY PAIN BECAUSE IT CAN’T BE A PUNISHMENT IF THEY’RE TOGETHER

That fucking sends me

Hozier singing I'd tell them put me back in it. 'I would do it again, if I could hold you for a minute.' in Francesca is SICKENING.

Because WHAT DO YOU MEAN you'd be killed all over again just to spend a final minute with the person you love? How does one experience a love so fucking profound that you'd experience DEATH again and again for them?!?!?!?!?!?

Andrew Hozier-Byrne YOU ARE AN EVIL MAN.

And the fact he wrote it WITH SOMEONE IN MIND???? (mentioned on the Zach Sang Show)

AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HEAVEN IS NOT FIT TO HOUSE A LOVE LIKE YOU AND I because I just cannot.

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

i was checking on some ffix monsters for some designs and i was today years old when i realized the fang is, in fact. a pupper

like my dymbass self just thought they were like this???

[queencas]

I KNEW CLARKE WASN’T DEAD THANKS Y’ALL

[profeeders]

[neverhangd]

Anne thinks for a moment about letting the twat's hand go unshook, and ends up spending a moment too long on it: just when it starts to seem she won't, Anne takes Stede's hand--but she takes it in her manner, gripping him by the wrist for a quick pump of the hand. "Anne."

Stupid thing, to stand up to greet a pirate. Anne's face slips for a moment into the comfortable mask of unfeeling blankness as she eyes Stede over. Silly fucker. Tall fucker, too. Maybe something to worry about, some time on. For now, Anne's only concern is making a good enough impression to be brought on the voyage. Her plan is piecemeal at best and she knows it.

...and then he says he's a bit banned from Jackie'z, like one might do complaining of a recent heat wave, and Anne's eyebrows shoot all the way up. Maybe this isn't her best shot, just her first. Maybe if she hunkers down in port, she'll find a better hunter on his tail. Or maybe she'll get caught back up in Jack's shite and never be free of him. Who knows?

Still. Solid woman though she is, Jackie's temper is second only to Anne's. It isn't hard to imagine a banning--just surviving one with your nose intact.

"Right. T'brass tacks, then." Anne hooks a foot around the seat opposite Stede and pulls it up behind her, taking a seat. She's close enough to use the table but not entirely up to it, room left to jump and dash as needed--or, in Anne's case, room to jump and draw. There's a pistol on her left and a sword on her right, and that's without mentioning her porcelain knife, the more practical jack-knife slipped into her pocket, the short dagger in her boot, and a few others besides. Anyone who knows Anne knows she's armed to the teeth, always, even and especially when you can't see it. She's crosses her arms and cocks her head. "Ye're huntin Blackbeard. Is it on a lead or a whim? I won't be hearin anything out on a whim, so ye can save yer breath if that's yer best."

Stede jolted when someone kicked the table. He'd gotten absorbed in his book and hadn't even noticed anyone approaching. He looks up at the woman with a momentary look of confused surprise -- then smiles.

"I am he, and you must be Anne Bonny," he stood up to greet her, offering his hand out in response to her question. "Please, call me Stede."

She cut a striking figure. Even if he hadn't known her name and hadn't just spent the time refreshing his memory on who he was dealing with -- he would have been impressed by her. She was tall, perhaps even having an inch on him if he weren't in heels, and looked like she could potentially have more knives on her than Jim.

"I'm glad that you were able to make it. I know that this isn't precisely a popular venue... the drinks are passable at best... but I'm a bit banned from Jackie'z."

He hadn't actually tried to go back in, but he had a suspicion that Jackie had a very good memory. His brief meeting with the woman had been one of the most terrifying, and exhilarating, in his life. He'd been at a complete disadvantage. She absolutely could have killed him and not even given it a second thought. It wasn't until he was reflecting on the whole incident later that he realized that he'd never felt more alive than in that moment, with the knife in his nose. Ha! But that was the pirate's life. Probably not specifically that. But the thrill of narrowly escaping death?

[lizardkingeliot]

it’s hitting me so hard right now that when tomas softly said to marcus, “then bring me back,” what he was really saying is “stay here with me, exorcize the demon that i’m about to freely give myself to, even though we both know inviting a demon inside means integration.”

and marcus just... accepts that this is something he’s going to do. before the gun becomes an option in his mind marcus knows that he is going to fight with everything that he has to bring tomas back, even when it appears that he is lost and integrated, his soul destroyed by the demon. he’s going to spend days, weeks, months in a room fighting for tomas, and he will not turn his back and walk away when it becomes too much for his heart to bear this time around.

and i know the whole damning his soul and turning his back on god to save tomas thing was huge, and the ultimate expression of love for him, but before that gun was even in his hand marcus let tomas know--with a single nod--that he was willing to give his life for him. that he was willing to fight with everything he had for as long as it would take to bring him back, integration be damned. 

[carlyraebrotzman]

hey fellas is it gay to fufil the prophecy and find dirk gently???🤔🤔🤔🤔

[molliehaswords]

WIP Wednesday

What’s this?! I, MollieHasWords, HAVE WORDS?!?!

Yes, I actually have a WIP I want to share a snippet from. Because I finally managed to write Gracie and Shane meeting in my fic Storybrooke Farm.

This is subject to change/edit, but I was excited that I finally got words out, so I’m foisting them upon you, the viewer. Enjoy! Hopefully I will finish this chapter and post it before the end of the month but we shall see! This is Gracie’s first morning in Pelican Town. 💙

Turned out, not much had changed. Though there now was a small garden behind the clinic and the general store, the paint was peeling on the signage. The saloon had expanded to have some outdoor seating, but [something wrong with the roof?]. The biggest change was a large, fancy-looking new house sort of beyond the general store. And beyond that…

“Ew. Why can’t I escape them?” Gracie groaned as she spotted the pale blue, gleaming exterior of a JojaMart SuperCenter just over the river. In an effort to literally and figuratively put her Joja past behind her, she closed her eyes, turned around sharply, took two steps, and promptly collided with something solid and warm. She opened her eyes to see more Joja blue, but paired with Tunnelers green.

“Good morning!” Gracie said brightly, hoping to make a good impression on the first person she’d met other than Lewis and Robin, and trying to erase the fact that she just slammed into this man’s chest. “I’m so sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going. I’m new in town. My name’s Gracie.”

“I don’t know you. Why are you talking to me?”

Gracie just blinked in shock, her hand left unshook. She knew some people were so anti-mornings that they were non-functional but usually they would just grunt in acknowledgement and at least pretend to be polite. This was… excessive, even for having just been in a collision. And hopefully not a bad omen.

[ask-jungshook]

You and I are the only ones here -- me and you

CAPRICORN for BTS 4th Anniv. collab | twt

[schrijverr]

...Love?

I am confused when people tell me they're in Love

They talk about the start of spring, the first flight of a white dove

It sounds so magical that it seems untrue

because how would anyone look and see that view?

I cannot phantom how people have it in them to Love and trust

That makes me sound heartless, but that judgement isn't just

I think it beautiful

I think it sweet

I think the world of those with Love at their feet

But my mind can't wrap around the tales they tell

of Love at first sight, passion that starts to swell

I try to imagine what it would be to devote myself to someone

Yet my imagination falls short at having my own heart won

Do I think myself unLovable?

As far as I'm aware: no

I love myself and how I make my friends smile

I love how my mind can loose itself for a while

My sister's look while I read her her favourite book

will stay with me, those foundations are unshook

I wander through forests, my heart vast

for everything like the flowers that won't last

I have so much to give to the world, so much I care for

So why do I have a hard time when the idea of romance appears at my door?

I just can't imaging being Loved or Loving in return

It seems so fake when Romeo and Julia yearn

Still I don't know how to phrase the absurdity of it all

Maybe I'm only thinking this because I've never been royalty at a ball?

Is there a day where I'll grow into it as they say

or is this me and will this loving Lovelessness never go away?