#‘ooo ugly person opinion’

[wodania]

Idk it’s kinda crazy to me that anyone could claim they are a feminist and then get into genuine fights about which girl is hotter as though aesthetic attractiveness being nonsense isn’t feminism 101. feminist unless real people are involved. judging a woman’s validity over whether she looks hot is shallow and misogynistic and you can’t possibly claim to be a feminist if you regularly get into face card wars involving actors and real women for the sake of fake fictional characters. you can say “she looks hot” without adding “unlike her” into the equation.

[theladyragnell]

ooo, how about alex/thom for #29 visiting their home for the first time?

(If you are reading this and wondering why I didn't do the obvious and send them to hill country, that's because I got the same prompt twice for this round and already did that! Once again please kindly ignore the epic backstory fic implied by this ficlet.)

Roger had avoided the City of the Gods. He’d called it stuffy and hidebound and sanctimonious and staid, and Alex had believed him. He had no Gift of his own, no opinion on the place where most of Tortall’s mages trained. From Delia, from the other women who came to court from there, he’d had the idea of pampered cloisters where women and men without martial talents learned how to administer their fiefs.

When Thom of Trebond had arrived at court, with his gaudy clothes and his incessant words and his clear uselessness at anything but magic, he’d done little to disprove any of that. The City of the Gods was where people went to become decorative and, according to Roger, to stagnate magically. Alex had never expected to go there and have his vague suppositions either proved or disproved. He hadn’t wanted to.

Alex stared for a long time at the city walls of forbidding grey stone and tried to ignore the feeling of saturated magic prickling across his skin and how familiar it was. Thom, reluctant as he’d been the whole journey, seemed just as disinclined to ride the last few steps through the city gates.

“We have to do it sometime,” Thom eventually said. “If nothing else, our king commands it.”

They were, the both of them, too good at pretending not to care, not to be hurt. After the first week of travel, of the two of them reeling and snarling like wolves, they’d stopped prodding at each other and just let each other pretend. “As my liege commands, of course.” A truth, but a bitter one. Alex put his heels to his horse’s sides, and expected Thom to follow.

There were few people in the streets. Priestesses traveling in gossiping knots, or sterner and older ones shepherding along lines of girls in plain dresses. Men in Mithran robes, or scholars’ robes, or mages’ robes. Acolytes in plain clothes, their allegiances only visible from the badges they wore. All of them stared at two young lords on horseback.

“You aren’t wearing your robes,” Alex realized aloud when they’d passed a mage of about fifty, a plump and smug master of the Gift whose eyes Thom had avoided.

Thom’s edgy laugh was as abrasive as everything else that came out of his mouth. “It might shock you to learn, Tirragen, that I’m not terribly popular with the other mages here. My hair is distinctive enough. Add that to my age and my robes of mastery? Best to pretend at anonymity. If I’m even a master at all anymore.”

Thom’s Gift was one of the wounds Alex had learned the hard way not to press at. When he had, Thom had pinned him against a wall, and the very air seemed to be rusty violet, and then it was all gone, and neither of them had breathed right for the rest of the day. “Doesn’t matter to me,” Alex said eventually, and Thom snorted, but didn’t speak again.

The Mithran temple where Thom had trained was austere to the point of ugliness, and where Alex had expected pampered younger sons unsuited for being warriors, he found quiet men with pinched expressions. They were, on the whole, pale and delicate, as though kept away from the sun, and the older ones steered clear of Thom in the halls, seeming not to see him, as a novice brought them to the master they were there to see.

Alex had, in those last terrible weeks before the coronation, been vaguely aware of a Master Si-Cham, short and lively and kind, trying to bring Thom back from the brink. He’d expected, as much as he expected anything, the priest replacing him to be a similar sort of person. Instead, they were greeted by a sharp-featured man with the look of the haMinch, businesslike and unkind, who treated Thom with open dislike and Alex with suspicion mixed with a dose of pity as Thom explained in cold technical terms what had been done to them both.

“We’ll see what can be done,” the priest said at last. “In the meantime, Master Thom, you know where the guest quarters are.”

If it bothered Thom to be a guest where he’d once lived, he didn’t say it. He said something insincere and honeyed instead, and took the dismissal with as much grace as he took anything. There was no one waiting for them outside, but the priest was right. Thom knew the way, and brought them through the dim and dismal halls of Tortall’s biggest temple to the god of the sun until they found an out-of-the-way hallway where the sconces were barely lit. The quarters were little more than a room each with a washstand, and Thom abandoned Alex and put a thick stone wall between them as soon as he could.

Alex looked out the window at the kitchen garden crawling with novices hard at work and thought of the palace in Corus, how cold and strange it had seemed, how regimented after his childhood in Tirragen. How Wyldon of Cavall, his page-sponsor, had with grim duty told him that page training was about learning to endure, and that enduring was a privilege if it served a realm that Alex’s grandfather hadn’t been a part of. How mistrustful and mistrusted he’d been, until Gary had extended a hand, and then Francis, and Raoul, and at last Jon.

And then they’d all reached out to Alan too, years later, no matter how surly and prickly he’d been. Looking down at the boys in the garden, all of their eyes on their separate tasks, Alex didn’t think many of them reached out. Roger had always said, half-laughing, that mages were a selfish lot, that they would never help another one along if they might be competition later.

Thom spoke more, and more fondly, of the City of the Gods than he did of Trebond. Maybe he didn’t trust Alex with Trebond. Alex hoped that was it, and that it wasn’t that this cheerless place was what he thought of as home, the way Alex sometimes guiltily thought of Corus first, and clear-skied Tirragen after.

Alex wouldn’t ask. Thom wouldn’t want him to. Neither of them wanted questions from each other, just an end to their duties and thus to the reminder of what they’d done. If the home Thom knew best wasn’t what Alex had thought it would be, that didn’t matter.

Still, he watched the novices from the window, looking for signs of friendliness or care, until Thom knocked on the door to show him the way to dinner.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Vicarious (Part 5)

She is hurt. 

He only has to look at his arm to see that much.

And he is making things worse. Digging himself deeper and saying the wrong things. 

She is in such terrible distress and he is being insensitive, yelling at her and making accusations when she could use some words of comfort.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I woke up to…” he gestures to his bandaged arm. “And I got scared. I need some time to think about everything. I shouldn’t have asked you to tell me such personal stuff.”

But what about him. 

He could use some comfort. 

However unintentional, she almost killed him.

In some regard he thinks that she should give him at least a small reason as to why he had to go through what he had. But that isn’t fair to her, not when she hadn’t intended to drag anyone into her own mess. Not when it isn’t her fault.

What’s fair for her isn’t fair for him. He rubs his hands over his face. What a mess they have somehow managed to get in.

Azula doesn’t speak but her body language is much easier to pick up on. He knows how his jaw works when he is trying to come up with something to say. He knows how his brows furrow and his expression tightens when the words refuse to come.

“It hurts a lot.” He tries. 

“No more than everything else did.” She mumbles more to herself. 

He knows that he ought not, he has already asked his share of invasive questions but he can’t seem to help himself. The question isn’t even helpful because he is certain that he already knows the answer. “Why didn’t you tell us that it hurt so badly?”

That sneer does not fit his face well at all. It looks so ugly twisted and contorted like that. “Would you have cared? I know what all of you think of me.”

“How can you know that?”

Azula shrugs. “Simple; all I have to do is march right up to your friends and say something like, ‘she’s crazy isn’t she, what kind of person…?’” She makes a slashing gesture across his wrist. “I have a feeling that I will get a very honest answer.”

“I wouldn’t say that!” He insists. “I wouldn’t talk about you or anyone like that.”

“Well then I can just ask what everyone makes of the whole situation.” The idea sparkles in her now blue eyes with a sort of malice that he had never imagined that he’d ever see on his face. “They have no reason to withhold their real opinions.”

“Azula…” What can he say? If he tells her not to do that to herself it’ll only cement what she already believes. Truth be told he isn’t sure what kind of answer she will get if she does make her inquiry.  “We don’t really talk about you too much.” He tries instead. He isn’t sure if that is a good thing either. “And when we do…” it is admittedly a mix. Sometimes they have more tact than other times. “People say a lot of stuff behind people’s backs. Stuff that they wouldn’t say to their faces.”

“Well maybe they should.” Azula crosses her arms. 

“What I mean is that I’ve said some awful stuff about Katara when I was mad at her. I overheard Aang talking badly of me. And you don’t even know how many things we said about Zuko when he first joined us…” 

.oOo.

“It’s alright.” Azula dismisses. “It won’t be anything that I don’t know already. I’d just like to know for sure.” It is better than wondering, speculating. Better than clinging to hope that she ought not have. The very hope that has her feeling compelled to ask in the first place on the off chance that they might speak kindly of her. On the off chance that Sokka is right, that they don’t hate her as much as she thinks they do. 

That they don’t laugh at her and celebrate her downfall as much as she thinks they do. 

Sokka tries to sit up. She imagines that he feels faint.  

“Don’t try to get up, the last thing I need is for people to see me stumbling about.” She pauses. “What do you need?”

“Water would be nice. Something to eat. Raava’s tendrils, when was the last time you ate!” 

“Sometimes I forget.” She admits. Most of the time she simply can’t be bothered. “I didn’t exactly think I’d be needing food…” The rumbling in her stomach says otherwise.

“Can I have shellfish?”

Azula shakes her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Seriously!? You won’t even let me have shellfish?”

“I’m allergic.” 

“Oh…” his face falls. 

“Any allergies you want to tell me about?” Azula asks. “Persistent medical problems, things that I should be aware of so that there are no surprises?” She supposes that confronting Sokka’s friends will have to wait. “I tend to use a special soap, it is gentler on my skin.”

“What happens if I use other soap?”

“Nothing particularly dreadful. It’s more of an annoyance than anything else; a lot of soaps are harsh on my skin and makes it feel dry. I’m somewhat used to it, they only had one soap option at the institution. But you might not find it pleasant.”

“I guess that we’re really going to get to know each other, huh?” Sokka rubs sheepishly the back of his head.  “Yeah, I guess that there are some things that you should know about. I can’t have really strong spices, they upset my stomach.” He taps his chin and gives her another sheepish look. “I’ll try to think of more stuff while you get me some Azula safe foods.”

Azula flushes if only slightly. 

At least this is giving her something else to think about. Something aside from that bandage wrapped around her wrist and all of the things that had helped put it there. 

“I like oyakodaon with a sprinkle of paprika or red pepper flake. And mochi, the green tea kind.” She mentions. “But go easy on the mochi, okay?”

Sokka chuckles. “Okay.”

She pauses in the doorframe. “Just promise you won’t embarrass me.” Azula mutters. She has been doing that very well on her own. 

“How am I going to…?”

Azula cuts him off. “I’ve had the displeasure of being at the dinner table with you and your manners are horrid; you talk with your mouth full, you don’t wait your turn to grab seconds or salt shakers, and put your feet on the table. Don’t do any of that, not with my body.” She pauses. “And no crying, okay.” They don’t need that kind of satisfaction. They don’t need something else to use against her. 

“No crying?” Sokka throws his hands up. “I’m a sensitive guy. You better cry a lot for me.” 

Azula rolls her eyes. “I’d rather you put your poor table manners on display. Just. Don’t. Cry.” 

Sokka lifts his arms. She wishes that he wouldn’t; every time he does her robes slide down and she has to look at that bandage. At the portion of the gash that they don’t cover. “Alright, I’m just joking. I won’t cry if I can help it.” 

Azula nods. “Have that list of do’s and dont’s for me. I’ll have one written for you you. That way neither of us can pretend like we didn’t know the rules or point fingers over something that we forgot to mention to each other.”

.oOo.

It is truly amazing how quick she is to brush off her own near demise. How she doesn’t seem particularly fussed over it at all. And maybe it is because she isn’t the one dealing with the brain fog and the fatigue. 

Maybe it is because she disregards her own well being that much.

“Yeah sure, Azula.” He says anyhow.

But spirits does he wish that she would give him some time to process everything.

He wonders how much flack she will give him if he nods off instead of writing that list. He can get to it eventually. Her body is so, so tired and spent.

[parodyroyalle]

Relog. 

No. 

I don’t subscribe to body shaming or ‘attractiveness’. 

What I do see is C looking genuine with concern and attentiveness. 

She is demonstrating a clear and concise look with natural make up. 

She is also a natural classic beauty with very defined bone structure. 

What I notice is the others in the background are also keen with eye detail.

 The man behind C and the one behind him has his lips also firm. 

( ... Are they not ‘attractive’... I thought beauty was in the eye of the beholder ... ahhh there we go folks. The Eye. That’s an attractive Eye, no? ... and lips can they not say a million little secrets without uttering a word? ... do we not find beauty in silence or the smile of another... so let me ask the Community kindly to stfu with all this unnecessary and harmful nonsense of body shaming and a well needed reminder that Beauty and the scale of what attractiveness is before posting and reposting...

Oxford Dictionary: Attractiveness: (of a thing) having beneficial qualities or features that induce someone to accept what is being offered. ). 

What stands out to me is M looking dazed and out of sorts almost bored. 

There is a smug look to her mouth line which is magnified by enhancements. 

I am presuming as I am not her Cosmetic Team however her marionette line ...

... magnifies the faux concern expression and truly comes off as blah. 

I am actually opinionated on this because she does look overall lovely. 

And to those who may have or may not have cosmetic lines hear me out... 

C has marionette lines and they are lovely and natural. 

When fillers fade they do not always leave as natural to the eye. 

There is a greater chance for observation of cosmetic enhancement...

and yes, there are people who enjoy this look because it give off ...

the “ I’m in the club ” and some make great use of it, some ARE the club! 

Like... Dolly Parton! 

Who doesn’t love Dolly Parton! 

So let me be very very clear there is no bad beauty blood here.  

I personally have known people who have used Cosmetic enhancement. 

I am very empathetic and honest about the use of them as listened to the 

... pros and cons. 

... good, bad and ugly. 

And yes, sometimes incredibly necessary. 

and yes, sometimes incredibly detrimental.  

M’s makeup artist deserve credit and hair team if not the same personal. 

This is a great over all look and matches the photo dynamic of all parties. 

I think both outfits on each Lady is clean, classy and good neck lines. 

This is something to notice as both have different shapes, a fine detail.  

I do not know if they worked with corresponding teams or not. 

Should they have used their own, hats off to them for the team work. 

Please be mindful of comments shared online. 

I do my best to be mindful also and always open to candid feedback. 

Sorry for the rant. I love hair, makeup, fashion, lighting and photography. 

I am not here for the petty drama...

Unless... say... Queen C said something witty then please do spill tea...

... in the cup.

Preferably.

ooo and share pics of the clever little look she gives at the end bc she knows how clever her commentary is and always laughs at her brilliance. Her confidence in her woman lioness is just outstanding to catch from afar. 

Thanks for reading! 

* Jesus is welcome to use this Body Language Observation etc.

when she’s photographed with really beautiful women you see how unattractive she is!

[absolutebl]

Hi, i have been bingeing on all your and i absolutely love reading about the BL world from your perspective, I have learned quite a bit from your posts.

I just want to share some of my thoughts and pick your brain on some things I would like to understand.

Started watching BLs about a year ago and I mostly stuck to the few korean BLs that were available and also some stuff from Taiwan and the Chinese bromances. I know Thailand dominates the BL industry but when I first started watching i kinda avoided because (a) their language kind of throws me off, I don't know if this is offensive but it is something i struggled with during the first few shows and even now that I am used to it I still need time to adjust every time I start a new video. Thai is very different from korean, japanese, and chinese which I am very comfortable with.

The second reason I hesitated (this part is where the actual ask is) was their acting style. Now, I am not a professional who can give any criticism on these stuff, my opinions are based on personal taste and observations.

My main ask is that do you think acting styles change based on culture, like a lot of thai BLs tend to favor the slapstick comedy. Because of that their reactions and emotions tend to be exaggerated (I don't mean this in a negative way, just the only description I could think of.) I have seen a lot of subtle and great acting and emoting from them but kind of big way of showing emotions tend to remain.

I don't know if that made any sense, my thoughts are not translating well at all. Any way i hope you get what I am trying to get at.

Have a nice day🤗🤗

Ooo, what an interesting question and lots to unpack.

I’m not going to turn this into a proper blog post just going to ramble. 

I do go into language barriers in the BL producing countries a little here. BL Breakdowns by Country 

Struggling with Thai Language 

I actually really do understand this. It will depend on your native language, but it will certainly influence your enjoyment. I recommend studying the language a little and learning about it from a kind of cultural mathematical perspective, it makes it a lot more fun and interesting (and you’ll get the humor). 

Here’s my linguistic starter post on Thai for BL watchers. 

It always helps me become sympathetic when I become intellectually curious about soemthing, anyway. 

So my brain is mostly southern British English trained (not so flat as American) plus a little Spanish. But I hear Thai as very tonal and occasionally quite high and screechy and full of ticks (repeated words) because of the polite particles. It took me about a year of continued exposure to just not hear all that anymore, partly because I was training my brain to translate and understand it. 

Here’s my brain’s emotional relationships... 

I really struggle with Mandarin, it all sounds very much the same to me, the words seem to run together. This is how I feel about French too. 

On the flip side I find Korean extremely enjoyable and sexy, I don’t understand most of it, but I like listening to it a lot. This is also how I feel about Italian. 

Both German and Russian always sound angry to me. 

Most of the Scandinavian languages seem just comfortable and fun and friendly (and sometimes a little silly). (I grew up around a couple of these, in part.) 

Japanese when spoken by men just seems preternaturally low in the chest, and when spoken by women too cute and girly. But then sometimes I just kinda like the way it rolls off the tongue, and a lot of the repeated sayings and politeness just sound adorable to me. 

Vietnamese sounds very sad to me, almsot like a dirge. 

When I turn off the part of my brain, or try to, or have been living in a place where I’ve stopped hearing English on a daily basis, I think English is (most of the time) a very ugly language: chaotic and non-formulaic, sometimes a little brutal sounding. But I love its flexibility and breath of vocabulary and nuance, especially for writing. (Obvs) 

All of this is because of the culture and language of my various upbringings, also music tonality. What makes your trained happy music or sad music influences what we hear as happy, sad, aggravating, calming. How we express questioning, excitement, enthusiasm. Spacers and filler words (like um) and breath pauses. Body language (how close we stand when talking to each other). Facial expressions. All of this is going to impact your immersion in a different society’s pup culture and performance style from a linguistic perspective. 

So I guess what I am say is, it is possible to get over, if you sort of flex your brain a bit in a new way. 

Thai Acting Style 

So (now) Korea film style is the most western influenced of the ones you talked about, with Taiwan and the Philippines following up. China is a little more reserved in many ways, and very married to 4 act structure, which can make it feel over long and narratively off-beat to a western audience. I’m not sure where your film consumption background is coming from, but if you like the Wuxia bromances (like Untamed etc) but can also take the Korean short form BLs, my guess would be you’re coming out of sf/f fandom of some kind with a tolerance for epics but also shorts. 

You don’t talk about Japanese cinema, which is an interesting case (and most geeks having passing familairty with). It is the one that bridges the gap between the pretty atmospheric stuff, dark themes, but also some serious slap stick and pantomime action, which I suspect is what is turning you off of Thai BL. You might explore some of their stuff. 

I talk about it here, the weeds of Japanese filming style in a not entirely flattering manner. 

Also here in a history of live action yaoi in Japan

And here is something all about their (and BLs) darker traditions 

You could try something like Cherry Magic, which combines softness and sweetness with slapstick, but isn’t quite as in your face a soem of the others. If that’s too much, try Restart After Come Back Home, His the movie, Life: Love on the Line, Old Fashion Cupcake, and Seven Days. All of these avoid the panto style over-acting and sound effects that are the biggest turn offs for most western audiences

So for both Japan and Thailand the love of pratfall, or physical comedy humor comes from their local historical theatrical traditions and variety shows. This can be seen by those of use who did not grow up with is as: childish, scenery chewing, or over-acting. 

The addiction to carton sound effects, triple shots (where they repeat the same action from multiple angles, especially around intimacy) mostly comes from anime/cartoons which were tailored to the adult market for much longer historically in most of Asia. (If you think about the British pantomime tradition you will realize that many European countries do have this style of acting, it’s just been confined to the children’s sphere). Although there’s also American soap operas and movie comedies (like Bridesmaids, for example) or Spanish telenovelas that are very scenery chewing. 

What you’re probubly responding negatively to is in part a slight feel of being talked down too, or catered to, or spoon fed (emotions, acting, expression, sound) as if you were a child. I still feel this sometimes. Equally, I get annoyed by the sexual restraint that then is coupled to this style, in Japan in particular, which also makes the romance feel downplayed. But that’s my upbringing rearing its head. And, like any other cultural tradition, you will either grow used to it after continued exposure, or just never learn to enjoy the taste. There are some flavors that are harder than others to adapt too if you don’t grow up with them, whether food, language, performance, or music. 

That said, there are some Thai BLs that are a lot more gritty and serious, with more subtle and nuanced acting, especially now. Here’s some I think you might particularly be able to tolerate:

Not Me 

Manner of Death 

3 Will Be Free 

He’s Coming To Me 

Tale of Thousand Stars 

I Told Sunset About You 

Love Sick (actually I’d be intersted in your take on this one) 

And *maybe* 

SOTUS 

Bad Buddy 

My Ride 

Until We Meet Again 

Love By Chance 

Also you might like Pinoy BL Like in the Movies. 

(source) 

[leejeongz]

jealous treasure (asahi-junghwan)

🔅i’m gonna use another member in each one because it’s easier than making up a whole new person and explaining a bit about them for each one if that makes sense. but this is just for fun, it’s fictitious, remember that pls🔅

find the other members here

🌷 asahi:

“it’s wednesday” junkyu announced. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to say whatever was in his brain, but today the other boys decided to humour him a little and asked him to elaborate.

“we should wear pink” he clarified as if everyone should know. asahi rolled his eyes, you’d been pestering asahi to tell junkyu to watch mean girls since well, forever, and that now he’d finally watched it, he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“but you’re not wearing any pink” asahi pointed out after scanning his whole body.

junkyu corrected him by fetching the hoodie he was expecting to wear. it was a soft, baby pink colour, with a little heart on the pocket right in the middle. asahi recognised it straight away.

“where did you get that?” he asked. junkyu couldn’t lie, he’d been caught red handed.

“from your closet” he confessed “but you always wear it and i thought i might look cute in it, can i wear it just for one day?” he begged with pleading eyes.

“hm let me think” asahi put his hand to his chin with sarcasm written all over his face “no” he snatched it from junkyu’s hands. “why would you wear y/n’s hoodie anyway?” he asked

“i-” junkyu stuttered “i didn’t know it was theirs” he said while assessing the situation “but are you really jealous right now? i didn’t know you were the type” he laughed, drawing the attention of the other members.

“no” he scoffed, “i’m not jealous, i just don’t think that they would want you wearing their hoodie. you smell” he spat out, turning his back and heading for his room.

“someone call y/n” junkyu said, wanting you to hear what a jealous man your boyfriend really is.

“don’t you have something better to do, like finding your own pink hoodie, you know, like the one you never take off your own back?” asahi snaps back, referring to the infamous pink hoodie from junkyu’s trademark outfit. as he leaves the living room, asahi takes a hesitant sniff at the jumper, hoping junkyu hasn’t infected it with his scent so much so that it no longer smells of you.

🍄 yedam:

having been stuck inside your house for what felt like a year, you were grateful and willing to accept any invitation to leave. today’s invite came from your boyfriend, yedam, who’d recently been too busy working to come and see you, which was completely understandable. he’d asked if you’d like to join him and a few of his friends on a walk around a nearby park, you of course said yes.

with beautiful scenery came the chance to take beautiful pictures. noticing that your boyfriend was too preoccupied by the ice cream van, you asked one of his friends, jeongwoo, to take a picture of you by the fountain. he agreed and instructed you on how to pose so that it wouldn’t look awkward. you followed his advice and managed to get a few shots. you walked back over to jeongwoo, who innocently stood with your phone in his hand, when you saw your boyfriend come rushing over.

“what are you doing with their phone?” he questioned “they let you take photos of them?” he spat out in a hurt manner.

“yes…” jeongwoo replied before you stepped in.

“how much are they?” you asked, pointing in the ice cream van’s direction, not understanding what all the commotion was about.

“apparently they’re all out of ice cream” he mocked “but why did you let him take photos of you? that’s my job” he pouted with a soft tone to his voice.

“ooo our yedam is all soft for y/n” jeongwoo jeered which, judging by the look yedam gave back to him, was not appropriate. “it was just 3 pictures” jeongwoo clarified “the model isn’t that easy to work with anyway, they have no fresh ideas of their own to spice up my business” he scoffed jokingly while handing your phone back to you, causing yedam to finally crack a smile.

“⅕ stars, pictures came out wonky and the photographer is bossy, unlike my lovely yedam” you smiled, playing into the joke. it wasn’t long before yedam was back to his usual cheerful self and had also finally decided that an iced tea was a good substitute for ice cream too.

🧶doyoung:

there was a lot of things in your house that didn’t make sense, but the worst was definitely the paintings hung up in your room that you’d never gotten around to taking down, mainly because you couldn’t reach them but shhh. you’d always been too shy to ask doyoung, knowing he’d laugh at you and tease you for being too short to reach them, and given you hadn’t been together for that long, you weren’t sure how much you’d appreciate that being your first inside joke.

a friend of yours, jihoon, had come over to your house while doyoung was there, which wasn’t exactly an issue, he knew you and jihoon were friends and he respected that. the three of you often gossiped and gamed together, it was a common thing these days.

“i tell you this every time im here but those are so ugly y/n, please take them down” jihoon glanced up, locking eyes with the spooky man in the painting and shuddering.

“i can’t reach” you joked, forgetting your boyfriend was also there.

“i’ll do it then” jihoon announced, standing up and reaching each painting easily.

“i could have done that” doyoung whispered under his breath while staring at you. you turned to your left to see your boyfriend's unimpressed face. “why did you let him do it?” he questioned, seeming really quite angry.

“he offered, i wasn’t gonna say no” you defended yourself. jihoon took this as his queue to leave and take the artwork elsewhere, he didn’t know where, but anywhere was better than being in that room with you two.

“is it because of his big muscles? is it because you value his opinion more than mine?” doyoung asked, laughing at his own thoughts and how ridiculous they were but possibly true.

“no” you rolled your eyes before making eye contact again “its because he offered” you repeated.

“and if i offered?” he asked, expecting you to say that you would have declined.

“obviously i would have said yes” you replied, “they were horrible i don’t care who got them down i just wanted them gone”

“oh” he sat back and relaxed into the pillow “well i’m glad they’re gone. i didn’t like to say it, but they were creepy” he laughed with you. “the next thing to go is him though” he joked, seeing jihoon walk back into your room, which of course was replied to with a scoff from your sassy friend.

💥haruto:

your sleeping pattern was well and truly out of the window, so you decided to stay up and call one of your friends that you knew would be awake, hyunsuk. he was just like you, you both slept at 4am and woke up at 2pm, so he wasn’t that shocked when you called, wide awake like him.

“where’s haruto? wasn’t he supposed to be staying at your place tonight?” he asked, genuinely concerned about his friend. you flipped the camera to show your bed, where a certain sleepy haruto lay, peacefully entering dreamland. “he’s so cute” hyunsuk giggled, you cooed in agreeance, he really was the cutest.

you stayed on call for about an hour. you were currently laughing about the tiktok he’d just sent to you, your humour was exactly the same too so it’s wasn’t hard for you to crack the other up. all the commotion woke your boyfriend, whose bed head was clearly visible in the reflection of your opened laptop when he sat up.

“did we wake you?” hyunsuk laughed upon hearing a groan from his friend.

“we?” haruto responded in a sleepy voice. “who’s we?”

“uhh us” you pointed between you and the phone.

“y/n? hyunsuk?” he snapped out of his sleepy state quickly. “why are you two up at this time and on the phone together?” you looked at hyunsuk on the screen and smiled, trying to hold in your laughter. “turn that off and come to bed, i want cuddles, and i want you to get some sleep, unlike him” he flung himself back at the bed, only inches away from hitting his head on the headboard.

“wait for me” hyunsuk joked in a teasing tone.

“no, not you” haruto whined. “just y/n please” he smiled closing his eyes and opening his arms, ready for you to join him.

“i guess this is goodnight then” you said to hyunsuk, which haruto followed up with a goodnight for his friend too before you put the phone down.

“now, cuddles please!”

♟jeongwoo:

for jaehyuk’s birthday this year, he asked for a small gathering, just close friends, which you of course are included in since you and jeongwoo had been together for over 2 years now. when you arrived, you quickly gauged the atmosphere of the party was pretty light and fun, it wasn’t oppressive in the slightest. usually parties you attended were fully kitted out with loud music, dimly lit rooms and a bunch of strangers in every room, instead your friends were in the living room, just chatting and laughing.

“you came!” jaehyuk screeched, running over to hug you. “oh and you bought a plus one, jeongwoo” he joked around with your boyfriend, who just rolled his eyes in response.

it wasn’t long before the boys delved into the games cupboard and pulled out the “who’s most likely to” box. the oldest of the boys shuffled the cards and took the top one which read “who’s the funniest”. whenever you played, this one always seemed to come out first, so you changed your answer every time to please everyone.

you turned around your board with the name “jaehyuk” written on it. your eyes scanned the room to see almost everyone had his name written on their boards, probably because it was his party after all. you quickly diverted your eyes away, however, when you saw that jeongwoo had written your name, which should have made you feel happy but instead, you felt quite guilty for not writing his.

the game went on, and your name wasn’t written on jeongwoo’s board ever again, despite you putting his for almost everything positive. the rest of the evening, jeongwoo didn’t come near you at all, everyone noticed, everyone questioned it, it was so obvious that he was jealous, but there was no way he was admitting to it.

as you got ready to leave, you glanced over at the boy who was supposed to be staying with you tonight, sat firmly in his place on the sofa.

“jeongwoo, aren’t you coming?” you shouted from the door. “jaehyuk is staying here so you don’t have to worry about him” you teased, everyone else smiling at you and giggling silently.

“fine” he grunted. you made up on the way home, he couldn’t even remember how it all started, he just “wanted to make a point” which, sure, he did.

🌍junghwan:

you and junghwan never got to spend much time together before you became friends with the members since he was always with them or at school, which is why he’s never complained or showed any jealousy when you are with them.

today you headed over to their dorms to relax and play when you remembered, today was the day of junghwan’s english exam. you pulled out your phone and dropped him a quick good luck text before continuing your journey.

yoshi brought you up to his room where he said you could chill for a bit since everyone else was still sleeping, other than those who had school of course. yoshi began to ask you lots of questions, you learnt a lot about each other in that hour or so, and the conversation was flowing so well that you didn’t hear the door.

“y/n, you did remember?!” junghwan asked excitedly, clapping his hands while smiling from ear to ear. “you came all the way here to see me after i finished?”

“remember what?” you asked, bewildered. “your exam? yeah i sent you a text, i’m sorry i didn’t realise until i was over half way here else i would have gone to see you first” you confessed, feeling guilty. his face dropped at your honest words.

“you mean you came all the way here just to see yoshi?” he asked. “everyone else was in the kitchen, but you two were in here… alone…?” disappointed in your reasoning and forgetfulness, he slowly backed out of the room. he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t. he wanted to feel sad and upset, but did you really do anything wrong, he thought. “you couldn’t have just turned around and gone home”

“well i didn’t want to, i wanted to see my friends. i didn’t realise that most of them didn’t get up until the afternoon” you walked closer to him, praying that he didn’t try and get away. “i’m sorry i forgot about your exam”

he shuffled closer to you. you’d never argued before, and he wasn’t sure how to respond, so he hoped a hug would go down well. as he hugged you, he whispered his own apology into you hair “i’m sorry for jumping to conclusions”

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou Series |

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART TWO WOOT WOOT

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc one-slide two: Suna Rintarou 🖤

“Wait so you have a project to do? That’s why you can’t hang with us at lunch anymore?” Atsumu asked the quiet boy. “Yeah, my partner is some goody two shoes and the top in our class or whatever. She’s a nerd so I’m assuming she’s pretty uptight and I don’t feel like dealing with her whining.” He sighed and Osamu handed him a beer. Highschool parties was usually a regular every other weekend and Suna with the twins never missed one. Atsumu was more of a party animal, he didn’t mind dancing and flirting with girls. Osamu preferred to chill by the drinks and flirt with some skirt here or there and Suna usually sat on the couch and waited for something interesting to happen. Whether it be a fight or Osamu actually getting some. Or maybe even a certain—

“Rin Rin~” an annoying voice sang and Jamie plopped herself on the couch next to him. “What.” He glance at her and took a drink of his beer. “Let’s play truth or dare again like last time! The twins are here and I’ll bring two of my friends right now to make it more interesting!” She said excitedly and placed her hand on his thigh. He sighed and removed her hand, “no you’re only going to get your friends to dare me to fuck you like last time. I’m not interested.” He said and looked away. Atsumu and Osamu lowkey gave him pleading eyes because Jamie’s friends were pretty hot and they wanted to make out with them.

“Come on, pleasssseee!” She whined and pressed his arm against her large chest. He glanced down and the twins tried not to snicker at their friend. He immediately looked away and cleared his throat, “Fine, just this once then never again. Got it?” He said sternly and she nodded and ran away with her heels in her hands. “Ugh stupid bitch, you give em a taste and they beg for more.” He groaned and leaned his head back on the couch and looked at the ceiling. “Was she even good in bed? I heard the whole basketball team hooked up with her.” Osamu asked. “Yeah she was fine but she was too loud and you know that’s not my type.” Suna said and she returned with her little minions.

He gave her a fake smile and she leaned onto him as they played this stupid middle school game called truth or dare.

“Truth or dare?” Atsumu smirked and looked at Suna, he squinted his eyes at the pissy haired boy and said “Truth.” There was no way in hell he’ll accept a dare from Atsumu. “No fun.” He muttered, “Tell me the truth. Is the partner for your project thingy hot?” He asked with a teasing smile. Suna looked at the ceiling once more to remember your face and your body type. “I mean she has chubby cheeks, wears natural makeup and always has her hair tied up. I think she’s cute but I wouldn’t say hot. It’s kind of hard to see if she has big tits or whatever because of her uniform. And she’s always wearing tights under her skirts so I don’t know if I’ll call her hot. But she’s definitely cute, and hella square. She probably prays before going to bed every night and decides that it’s best to stay abstinent until marriage or some shit. Those are just the vibes she gives me.” He shrugged and took another sip.

Everyone looked at him shocked, this is what happens when Suna is tipsy. He becomes a rambling mess, his usual quiet personality is replaced with someone who just rambles and rambles about stupid shit. One time while Suna was drunk, Osamu asked for his opinion on plastic straws in the ocean and Suna gave this whole speech about how it’s the fishing nets killing more turtles then actual straws.

“Seems to me like you have a crush on this chic.” Jamie said in a fake happy tone. Jamie wanted Suna to say nice things about her instead. Suna snorted and shook his head, “As if—I’d rather have my car break down in the middle of the freeway then date someone like her. She’s not my type.” He said, “So you wouldn’t mind if I tried chatting her up then?” Atsumu smirked.

“Be my guest.” He shrugged, “Ooo I got it. Let’s make it a bet.” Atsumu said excitedly, “A bet?” Everyone tilted their heads in confusion. “Only if Suna is down.” He nodded to the “pussy” banged boy. “Depends, what’s in it for me.” He glared at him with fox like eyes. “I’ll put in 32,014 yen.” (approx 300 usd)

“I’m listening.” Suna hummed and finished the remaining alcohol in the bottle. “Try to get in Kageyama’s pants. I bet it’ll take a year of you persuading her to decide to do it.” He said, “Nah she won’t fall for his deadpanned exterior, you’ll have a better chance at getting in her pants within a year. I’ll also put in 32,014 yen.” Jamie told Atsumu, in reality she didn’t want Suna going along with it at all. Not because she cared about the poor nerd Suna was talking about earlier but because she knew that if Suna did this, he’d have to spend every hour dedicating himself and proving himself to this girl for a few hundred bucks.

“Six months, 32,014 yen as well.” Osamu said and Suna raised a brow. “What? I believe you have what it takes to seduce a square.” He shrugged and laughed. “Are you in or what do you think?” Atsumu asked Suna, “32,014 yen as well, before nationals.” He answered and took the beer from Jamie’s hand and took a swing.

“So in December?” Osamu asked and he nodded. “Deal?” Atsumu asked everyone and they nodded. “Deal.”

Little did Suna know how much he’d regret doing this to poor innocent Y/N.

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[sunatooru]

hi i’m not sure if your emergency requests are still open? if so then just ignore this! um but i kinda got in a bit of a disagreement w a friend and we haven’t acknowledged it yet (she went to bed lolol) and i’m overthinking it a lot and i’m a v sensitive person, like i already know this about myself and i can banter w people heaps like that’s not an issue but like idk i’ve always internalized actual mean comments people say about me and it gets to me when i have random emotional breakdowns every month lolol anyways i’m kinda upset bc i wish i wasn’t this sensitive and so it’s kinda led me to never telling anyone about my emotions bc idek what’s normal vs what’s me being “sensitive” and ig that’s also why i can never get into a relationship lmfaoo u have to be all vulnerable and shit and that scares me so much bc catch my partner saying i’m being too sensitive and i’d probably go end myself over it 💀 PLEASE anyways LMFAOOO um could i have a request w Yaku, Kuroo, Yamamoto and Akaashi (ofc don’t do all, feel free to pick and choose who you’d like to write about!) and u can write about anything ig lolol idk maybe this is too vague 😭 anyways congrats on ur degree btw!! it’s such a huge accomplishment !!! i’m graduating end of this year and i’m shit scared 🥲 okay love u bye

Hii, ooo sorry to hear about the disagreement. Also, everything in this request is literally me (literally from the disagreement to being vulnerable😅) so I totally understand what you mean. I decided to do just Yaku and Kuroo, hope that’s fine.

Also thank you! I can’t believe I’m done haha I’m sure you’ll do great! You got this! I hope this helps and love you too xx

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Warning: characters included are Yaku and Kuroo, reader is sensitive and sees it as a vulnerability, characters telling reader being sensitive is okay

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Yaku

* Yaku is very open with you

* Loves to hold your hand and speak about anything you want

* He realised that you would sometimes hold back on sharing your feelings

* He knew you were keeping whatever you were feeling inside, and he really wanted to know why

* He sees you sigh loudly after putting your phone down

* He asks you what’s wrong but you just shrug and wave your hand in dismissal

* But he knows something is up and carefully asks you why you keep things inside

* Slowly gets you to confide in him

* When you tell him about how you view yourself as sensitive and that your emotions probably aren’t valid, he stops you fast

* “Being sensitive isn’t bad. You can’t help that you’re sensitive and can feel strongly. Don’t hold back on telling me how you feel, holding back can make you feel worse and I would never want that. Baby, your feelings are important and valid, even if you’re sensitive.” He nods at you and laces his fingers with yours

* “You don’t always have to tell me but whenever you choose to, I won’t judge you.”

Kuroo

* Kuroo is observational and can get pushy when he sees people neglecting themselves

* He just wants you to experience the good, bad and ugly, so you can say you’ve done it and overcome it

* He’s noticed how you would dismiss your opinions and feelings towards situations

* It was obvious you were affected but seeing you choose not to speak out, made him curious

* “Hey pretty, you don’t have to but why do you keep things inside?”

* He’ll make sure you’re both sitting somewhere quite, distraction-free and comfortable

* He smiles at you and makes subtle gestures to go ahead

* He’s shocked when you tell him about how you feel vulnerable expressing yourself and think you’re too sensitive and others might think it’s ‘dramatic’

* “Whoever has played down your feelings are stupid. Being sensitive doesn’t mean what you’re feeling isn’t real. I know it can be hard allowing others to see you vulnerable, but sometimes it’s what makes bonds stronger. But don’t force yourself, baby. Take your time. Your feelings are valid and being sensitive is not a weakness.”

* He’ll pull you into a tight hug and rub your back softly

* “Do what makes you feel better and comfortable. Take to me whenever you want, I promise I’ll always listen.”

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I should probs take my their advice lol

[thesilverlock]

ooooh hoo hoo okay! >:) what were your emotional/laughing moments in ygo? and both a popular and unpopular opinion in the fandom? you’re so cool <33

(( AAAAAAAA PALLOt, KEYYY, YOU���RE THE COOL ONE HERE. GOT IT?? Adsfgdhjks Thank you sm for the ask dear ♡ ))

« Yu-Gi-Oh Questionnaire »

Emotional / Hilarious Moment: Actually? The most emotional moment, most emotional EPISODE for me, is the finale.

  To this day, I have to be in a rEALLy good mood to be able to sit down and watch “Forever ZEXAL”. Otherwise it might put my mood into a spiral of sad adfsgdhj xD

  It’s not at all that I don’t like the last episode!! The opposite, even. I do like it, but I hate endings. This series meant a lot to me, from middle school into teens, in more ways than I’ll likely ever admit online. It saved me, tbh.

  So ye AFSGHDJK last episode, rarely can I do it.

  Part I laughed hardest at? Pick literally ANY of Astral’s dub one-liners. Especially shade towards Yuma. I can still be coaxed into ugly-laughing at those !

~♡~

Popular Opinion: We should have gotten a ZEXAL III.

~♡~

Unpopular Opinion: Ooo b o y I’m not looking to get crucified here, but - >>;;; I personally don’t believe Keyship is canon. In the TV series or the manga.

(spoilers)

  Yes I know all about the “aishiteru” thing, but after doing some research myself, I found this little passage -

“The literal translation of “Aishiteru” (愛してる) is “I love you” or “I’m in love with you”. But it expresses such a sincere and deep love that Japanese only use it in long-term relationships and very emotional situations. Such as getting married or when someone is on their death bed.

When you are parting ways with a dear friend or when a beloved one is on their death bed you can say or might hear the phrase 愛してる (aishiteru), too. In this situation, the phrase becomes an affectionate final goodbye that expresses one’s deep love and respect for that very person." - ( link to article )

  Realistically, knowing Konami, I am pretty certain this how it was meant to be perceived canonically. Not a romantic thing - but a very tender, sincere final goodbye of two dear friends. And that is how I have always viewed it as well.

♡

[laddieseddiemunster]

I Had My Parents Watch The Lost Boys

Just to clear something up I am 18 but I’m still in high school and I live with my parents. So technically I’m not a minor but I’d understand if you’d still consider me one. I was introduced to The Lost Boys when I was 17 and I turned 18 this past August. So legally I’m not a minor but I’m still in high school. (sorry if that changes your opinion about me and my writing).

My Mother:

she really likes the “Cry Little Sister” song

she recognized Jami Gertz (star) from Sixteen Candles

when Michael was starring at Star in the beginning of the movie during the concert scene she said Michael was creepy like Edward from Twilight

she also recognized Alex Winter (marko) from Bill & Ted

she went “aww.” when those guys stole the frog brothers comics

she flinched so hard when she saw the maggots because she has a phobia to anything that wiggles around

the scene where Michael and the boys hang off the bridge and fall my mom made fun of because she said that Michael fell for peer pressure and to be honest I agree

she also asked “how did he end up in bed?” and I said “he teleported.”

she said Nanook was a pretty dog

she thought the whole scene where Sam was singing in the bathtub up to the point where he says “You wait till Mom finds out buddy!” was funny

she thought the whole ‘sex’ scene with Star and Michael was cringy

she thinks Thorn is mean

she called the frog brothers ‘very strange’

when Sam introduced the frog brothers she went “Oh, Edgar Allan Poe.”

I don’t think she likes the frog brothers cause when they did the “mhm” to Max she just shook her head

she thought the whole dinner scene where Sam, Edgar, & Alan investigate Max was funny yet silly

she said Jason Patric (michael) was cute

automatically guessed that Max was the head vampire

she said the scene where The Lost Boys feed was kinda gross

she thought the scene where a tear comes out of David’s eye was cool, and then I had to explain to her that it was on accident

the scene where Sam and Michael run outside to get Nanook and then slip and fall my mom rolled her eyes and said “Of course.”

she said that the boys died off really quick

she laughed at the “Holy Shit! It’s the attack of Eddie Munster!” line

she said the movie felt really short

rated it a 7/10

My Father:

started mimicking the “Cry Little Sister” Song

automatically recognized Alex Winter (marko) from Bill & Ted

he thinks the grandpa is pretty funny

he said the security guard should mind his own business

he made fun of the person with a pink wig behind Tim Cappello in the concert scene

he thinks the frog brothers are funny

when those Surf Nazis stole the comic books he said “Why would they steal a couple comic books?”

the scene where Michael asks Star to go get something to eat with him, but instead she goes with David my dad went “ooo that sucks.”

went “eww,” when he saw the maggots and worms

he laughed when Sam said “You need your glasses to talk on the phone?”

when Sam was singing in the bathtub my dad was making fun of him

he went “wow” when he saw Michael’s reflection

he thinks the “He always had bad breath though.” line is funny and he quoted it throughout the movie

he feels bad for Lucy cause she’s so clueless

he got so confused when he saw Laddie on the milk carton and I had to explain to him who Laddie was

he said thorn was a mean dog

he thinks Edgar and Alan’s last name is funny

also when the frog brothers did the “mhm” to Max my dad said “I thought they were gonna say ‘ribbit’” and I wheezed

He called Nanook ‘Kakoosh’ on accident thinking that was his name and I laughed so hard

When Michael shoved Marko out of the way to talk to David my dad said “Why did he shove Bill out of the way? What did he do?”

he thought the scene where the boys feed was cool

When the frog brothers stake Marko my dad said “Well Esquire’s dead.”

he says that David should’ve been strong enough to drag Sam away and kill him

when Michael was carrying Star inside his house my dad said “this guy was dead asleep two seconds ago and now he’s wide awake?”

he found the scene where the frog brothers and Sam get the holy water really funny

when Paul fell into the bathtub full of holy water my dad said “I don’t think a vampire can die completely just from holy water-” paul comes out of the tub as a skeleton, “oop I could be wrong.”

he didn’t think the “Death by Stereo” line was funny

he also didn’t think the “Holy Shit! It’s the attack of Eddie Munster!” line was funny either

he said Max made an ugly vampire

he rated it a 8/10

[charliedawn]

OOO they are a pain bc that's not the first time they betrayed me like 🙄. and Uncle Norman we live kinda far from each other. kike the first t happened was last year (mind u we known eacher for 2 years at this time of the story) and I lost my phone at this time so they went to go make friends with other b*tches. and flat out ignores me for weeks then when I'm like "bro u ok? kike uve been ignoring me for weeks." and their friend came and started harrasing me like "oh ur a toxic friend and how can u tell them they look like a cow" (they asked for my opinion on a outfit and I tell it like how it is) and I'm like "bro tell ya dog to stfu like they barking in my mf ear" and this b*tch was like "ur such a bad friend ur toxic, u constantly put me down and honestly ur manipulative." like no shit I'm manipulative how do u think I get people to go what I want? anyway I'm like "shit I'm sorry? idk what I did but pop off" and they are like "no cuz u always make me feel so back about myself" so I blocked her 😂😂😂😂 2 days later she came crawling back bc her 'friends' left her, honestly I felt bad that she had a ugly personality that they ditched her. 😂😂😂😂😂

I have so much drama with her I swear but I'm her friend bc her mom pays me after the first time it happened🙄

XOXO crazy b*tch 😘

Author : "So...Wait...Let me make this clear. Your friend called you toxic and manipulative because you called her a cow in a dress that she wanted to buy and you always get what you want ? And now you're back with her because her mom paid you ? Bro...I'm sorry, but I kinda feel bad for her now. Nobody should pretend to be your friend for money..or, maybe I misunderstood ?"

Freddy *arks an eyebrow at Author* : "Money is money, b*tch. Don't sound like Mother Theresa..Plus, it wasn't the first time. She f*cking earned that money if you ask me ?!"

Norman *to Freddy ironically* : "Why am I not surprised ?"

[sleeping-lilies]

My hot take is that Slade Wilson is ugly and bad and uninteresting and if anyone reading this ships him with Dick, or any of the other Batkids, I want you to know I hate you personally

ok wait do i need to break this one up fbdjxjsj i feel like i do

ugly: hot take 7/10 and unpopular opinion 10/10, i literaly just answered an ask like this cjdnjx

bad: 😐 he’s a villain cjdnxjsjs 0/10 hot take and 0/10 unpopular opinion BAAAHHSHAHS

uninteresting: OOO FJDJJS i mean tru all he does is pick fights with teens and gets his ass handed to him that’s so embarrassing chdjsjs, hot take 3/10, unpopular opinion 5/10 because like. i mean he has his own comic series he had to be interesting enough to k be popular chdnnxsj

lAST PART NCJDJXJS: ok hot take: 0/10 thats very popular cjdnnd and unpopular opinion would be... see i’d like to say 0/10 or like a low number but i’ve SEEN those ao3 tags, people praise soldiers but i’m literally RIGHT HERE anyways anyways, 4/10

[edgelord-dl6]

🔥 for these siblings' relationship?

    ( OOO INTERESTING... )

i'm not sure if i have an UNPOPULAR opinion on them, but i do wish the games had delved a bit more into the whole "my dad killed your dad, and in doing so signed his own death warrant" fucking dead dad oroboros issue. the two of them clearly have a ton of baggage to sort through, though i do enjoy the way the game writes them together. i want to see them do some healing in each others’ presence - because on some level they are the only two people who can heal each other in that very specific way - and i wish the sequels had given any hint to that aside from giving miles an ugly coat, a blander personality, and glasses fjjflkksdljf

[therealsaintscully]

My list of X-Files inspired BBC Sherlock fic prompts

 I recently finished reading @88thparallel​‘s fabulous “Written in Ashes”, a BBC Sherlock fic inspired by the X-Files episode Demons. I’m a huge X-Files fan myself, and the idea of adapting an XF story into a Sherlock one sent me down a rabbit hole. I decided to compose a list of ideas, all up for grabs, for X-Files plots that can be adapted in interesting ways to a BBC Sherlock casefics.

Below you’ll find a list of X-Files episode with their original description, and some suggestions based on my knowledge of the two shows of what makes the plot an interesting one to write. As I mentioned, these ideas are PROMPTS, suggestions - feel free to write them. In fact it’ll be my honor! Let me know if and when you do (I might even create a collection for them in AO3).

Ice (1x07) - Mulder and Scully  investigate the death of an Alaskan research team. Isolated and alone, the agents and their accompanying team discover the existence of extraterrestrial parasitic organisms that drive their hosts into impulsive fits of rage.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: extreme nature adventures (mountains, snow, remote research facilities); isolated together with strangers in a distant location (Ice was supposed to be a bottle episode); a lot of suspense as Mulder and Scully’s trust in each other is put to the test (a handgun showdown), physical inspections rife with sexual tension, ooo! 

Darkness Falls (1x19) - Mulder and Scully are called in to investigate when a team of loggers disappear without a trace. Initially suspecting eco-terrorism, the agents find themselves trapped by a seemingly ancient menace lurking in the woods. According to Wikipedia, “Chris Carter was inspired to write this episode based on an interest in dendrochronology (sic? that’s how it’s spelled in wikipedia), a subject that involves analyzing annual growth rings found in non-tropical tree species.”  An interesting topic to develop!  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Just like in Ice, opportunity to write magnificent nature descriptions; also like in Ice, Mulder and Scully have to fend to themselves against the ‘others’; wonderful quotes such as “Rugged manly-men. In the full bloom of their manhood.” and “Come on, Scully. It'll be a nice trip to the forest." A Three Garridebs moment could work here!

Pusher (3x17) - Ah, Pusher. An early Vince Gilligan classic! Mulder and Scully’s assistance is requested for a case involving a man, who goes by the pseudonym "Pusher", seemingly capable of bending people to his will. The suspect uses his mysterious abilities to manipulate Mulder into a dangerous end game.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Many parallels can be found between Modell and Eurus and or Moriarty; the game of cat and mouse in hopes of luring Mulder as the end game is quite similar to the TFP/TGG; the final game of Russian roulette with Mulder at the end is a classic MSR scene which could be lovely to write for John and Sherlock (Gillian is amazing with that One Tear™  while she threatens Modell); an opportunity to instill a fear of a very specific shade of blue in your readers; a chance of a sequel, since Modell returns with a vengeance in Kitsunegari.

Jose Chung's From Outer Space (3X20) - Mulder and Scully hear, and promptly investigate, a story about an alien abduction of two teenagers. Each witness provides a different version of the same facts. Within the episode, a thriller novelist, Jose Chung, writes a book about the incident.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Humor! Lots and lots self-aware, meta-type inner-jokes humor as an observant book writer describes Mulder/Sherlock’s many weird traits.

Avatar (3x21) - Assistant Director Walter Skinner  is accused of murdering a prostitute, Mulder and Scully investigate to determine the truth behind what happened. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A fine chance to turn Skinner into Sholto or one of John’s other army friends (Skinner discusses trauma from his days in Vietnam in this episode, which could be adapted to Afghanistan). John Asks for Sherlock’s help on behalf of Sholto/said friend and there’s a thrilling prospect of some good old jealousy :) *After writing this I kinda fell in love with this idea and I might attempt writing this, but I’m absolutely not claiming this exclusively! If you like the idea go ahead!

Paper Hearts (4X08) - Another Vince Gilligan episode, my go-to one these days for when I miss the show and need a good dose of Mulder and Scully. I can go on and on about why I love this episode but I’ll spare you from that right now ;) Mulder and Scully find that a child killer who Mulder had helped to apprehend several years earlier had claimed more victims than he had confessed to; and in the resulting investigation, learn that the killer is now claiming to have killed Mulder's sister Samantha. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: The Alice in Wonderland theme in the episode is somewhat reminiscent of the Hansel and Gretel theme from TRF so Moriarty could be one way to go; another way to go is have Eurus as a villain in a TFP plot fix-it (if you find the Sherrinford plot exaggerated), with Sherlock’s hope of finding Victor’s body by the end of the game.

Zero Sum (4x21) - In the episode, a case Mulder is asked to investigate is covertly covered up by the agents' boss Walter Skinner, who has made a sinister bargain with The Smoking Man. Scully is missing in this episode (Mulder cites her cancer treatments; Gillian Anderson was filming something else at the time). Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A wonderful opportunity for a Lestrade-as-Skinner story!  (and you’re given a fine chance to write a Lestade naked with nothing but pants situation); Mulder is a bit lost without Scully in this episode so that’s added background Johnlock angst; the story can happen when John is away, either during his honeymoon or after Mary dies.

The Pine Bluff Variant (5x18) - This is an underrated episode which I quite like, personally. Scully grows suspicious of Mulder when she thinks he may be helping a terrorist organization. Scully begins to wonder if he is now a traitor to the FBI. It is eventually revealed that Mulder is working as a mole in the group, and he is trying to stop them before they are able to use a biological weapon—that may have been created by members of the U.S. government—which causes rapid degeneration of human flesh. Cool plot points you might enjoy: alternating POVs between Sherlock and John; a lot of tension between John and Sherlock while John is suspicious; Mycroft recruiting Sherlock to appear as a traitor.

Triangle (6x03) - What can I possibly say about Triangle that hadn’t been said before? Cool plot points you might enjoy: An AU-within-AU opportunity - a chance for John and Sherlock to meet in a WW2 era, saved by rebel-Nazi Lestrade, Sherlock’s irregulars are The Lone Gunmen, a kiss, a punch, “You’re my one in five billion” (remember when there 5 billion people on this planet?) :) If you do write this, please make sure present John and past John pass each other by and get a strange, tingling sensation as a result! It’s one of my favorite scenes in the entire show.

Dreamland I & II (6x04 and 6x05) - Mulder and Scully visit Area 51. But when the agents witness the flight of a mysterious craft, Mulder and a member of the Men in Black switch bodies, unbeknownst to the others. In part two, Scully begins to suspect that her partner's strange behavior is more than it appears to be, while Mulder fights to return his life to normal before it is too late. Cool plot points you might enjoy: Humor, humor and more humor. Mostly Morris Fletcher trying to bed John (=Scully) who promptly pulls a gun on him. That should be an awesome scene to write in and of itself. And let’s not forget “Lately, for lunch, you've been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you're on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you're a doctor and you should know better.“ as well as “I’d kiss you if you weren’t so damn ugly.”

Tithonus (6x09) - Another underrated episode. I think it deals with the theme of death’s inevitability rather beautifully. Scully learns that she, but not Mulder, is being given a chance to prove her worth at the FBI, and—paired with a new partner—she investigates a crime scene photographer with an uncanny knack for arriving just in time to see his victims' final moments. What she does not expect, however, is for Death to play a role himself. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: John exploring on his own, for one reason or another, attached to another investigator (things happen!); this episode further explores a theory referred throughout the show since Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose, that Dana Scully is immortal (she seems to avoid death in this episode as well). It’s an Appointment in Samarra sort of story.

Monday (6x15) - Mulder and Scully are stuck in a deadly time loop. It’s a story that writes itself! Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Sherlock or John having a really bad morning, over and over again.

Alpha (6x16) - Mulder and Scully investigate several killings blamed on an Asian dog called the Wanshang Dhole, thought to be extinct. Mulder and Scully join an obstinate Sheriff, a seemingly eccentric hunter, and a reclusive canine expert to find it. However, there is more mystery to the expert than meets the eye. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: I enjoy this episode because it has some gentle but obvious MSR moments. Scully is suspicious (and low-key jealous) of Karin Berquist’s involvement in the case and it colors her opinion of the investigation. A key quote in this episode, preformed softly and beautifully by Gillian, is: “She's enamored of you Mulder. Don't underestimate a woman. They can be tricksters, too.”

The Unnatural (6x17) - This is a weird ass episode, let’s admit it. This is DD’s love story to baseball and it’s silly and sometimes boring/slow. BUT, it has lovely MRS moments.  Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: The structure of story within a story (Mulder retells his time spent with Arthur Dales who tells him the story of Josh Exley) is interesting enough. The opening and closing scenes are lovely as well of course!

X-Cops (7x12) - Mulder and Scully are interviewed for the Fox reality television program Cops during an X-Files investigation. Mulder, hunting what he believes to be a werewolf, discovers that the monster terrorizing people instead feeds on fear. While Mulder embraces the publicity of Cops, Scully is more uncomfortable about appearing on national television. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: It’s your chance to write a Sherlock crossver fic about an X-Files crossover episode. If that’s not cool, I don’t no what is.

Hollywood A.D. (7x18) - Let’s admit it, Hollywood A.D is not a good episode, as funny as it is. This episode was one of the first signs the show had lost its edge, possibly because they thought this would be their truly-this-time last season. However, it IS funny and gave rise to fans claims that by this point, Mulder and Scully were Definitely Sleeping Together. Wayne Federman, an entrepreneurial Hollywood producer and college friend of Walter Skinner picks up the idea for a film based on the X-Files, however Mulder and Scully find that the level of realism in their fictional portrayal is somewhat questionable. Meanwhile, during the filming of the movie, Mulder and Scully research the mysterious "Lazarus Bowl", an artifact that supposedly has the exact words that Jesus Christ spoke to raise Lazarus from the dead recorded on its surface. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Lots of inner-jokes and crack humor, many fluffy moments, the chance to imagine who’ll play Lestrade, Sherlock and John in a BBC Film, Lazarus could refer to The Fall(!), which could be the plot to said film.

The X-Files: I Want to Believe - Mulder and Scully have both left the FBI, but when an FBI agent is mysteriously kidnapped, and a former priest who has been convicted of being a child molester claims to be experiencing psychic visions of the endangered agent, they reluctantly accept the FBI's request for their paranormal expertise. I know, I know. Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t like it either at first, but a) compared to the revival seasons, it’s not that bad and b) in terms of established relationship angst, it’s a fucking goldmine. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A chance to write a post-recent-retirement fic for Sherlock and John, with a lot of tension in their established relationship based around John’s reluctance to return to their lives as investigators. IWTB has quotes like “This isn't my life anymore, Mulder. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark.” and “This stubbornness of yours, it's why I fell in love with you.”  So there! Don’t dismiss the idea so quickly!

Wow, this turned out longer than I expected! I hope you liked them, and even if you don’t write anything - I definitely enjoyed this exercise.

My finished fics are ready to be read on AO3 :)

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🍂 Bracing Weather (Morisuke Yaku)

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Autumn

Word Count: 2,234

Pairing: Reader x Yaku

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompts: “[x] is trying to rake their leaves, but reader may have… another idea. Bye bye leaf pile.” and “Reader and [x] go to a pumpkin patch but the reader picks up an ugly pumpkin and says ‘this is you.'”

Author’s Note: This was written for the “Leaves in the Wind” collab over at the BNHA Sanctuary discord server. You can find the masterlist post [here] – make sure you check it out to read the other awesome entries for this collab! Thank you very much @smol-enby​ for hosting this collab and thank you @ambershaydeoffical​ for giving me the caramel popcorn line lmfao Happy Autumn everyone!

As soon as you stepped outside that morning, your mood instantly shot through the roof. The wind was blowing through the trees, the leaves skating across the pavement as if they had somewhere important to be. It was brisk outside, the sky covered by a sheet of light grey and the air damp with a soft mist of rain. Birds were cawing in the distance as they danced on the breeze, clearly enjoying the new weather.

The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, as it often tended to be, the streets littered with fallen leaves in vivid shades of orange and brown. They crunched and crackled beneath your feet before being swept away by the wind. It felt like you were high, walking on a cloud as you soaked in the weather around you.

It was invigorating and you soon found yourself dancing down the street, your cheery laughter echoing through the empty neighborhood.

People looked upon you strangely as you passed them, but you simply didn’t care. How could you when your spirits were so effervescent? Autumn was, in your opinion, the very best time of the year. The time when your mood was the highest and your smile the brightest.

How you made it through the woes of life was quite simple: you would tell yourself that, one day, Autumn would once again settle over the land and all of your worries, fears, and stress would disappear for a short time.

Try as you might, you were certain that there were no words in any language that could properly represent just how happy the season made you feel and you had certainly tried on multiple occasions to do so.

When you reached the Yaku residence, you found your boyfriend in the front yard attempting to rake up the leaves that were scattered across the grass. A large pile of them sat in the center but, as he raked over the last of the fallen leaves, a gust of wind sent the top of the pile flying across the yard. His nose wrinkled in frustration and you quietly laughed behind your hand.

‘Well, since the wind is already doing it…’ you took a step back, a grin sliding onto your face as you pushed off the ground, rushing straight for the pile. Morisuke looked up curiously when he heard your laughter but his mahogany eyes quickly widened when he realized just what you were planning.

“Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

But you couldn’t stop now even if you wanted to, which you certainly did not want to. You had made your choice and you were going to commit to it, even if that meant facing an angry libero later on. You were positive that the experience would be well worth it.

“Yahoo!” you cheered as you jumped up into the air, letting gravity do its thing as it pulled your body downward – straight into the pile. Leaves went everywhere, flying up into the air, and seeing its chance, the wind picked up at that exact moment, carrying the leaves to the opposite end of the yard. Russet, saffron, and scarlet were now splashed on the wooden fence, stuck in the gutter and pinned to the windows like decorations.

Morisuke’s eye twitched as he looked upon the mess you had made before he turned his glare to you. Despite the annoyance that he so rightly felt, his gaze softened at the ecstatic expression upon your face.

“Mori, look look! It’s so kaleidoscopic!” you grinned brightly before flipping over onto your back, making an angel in the pile of leaves.

He sighed as he approached you, one hand on his hip and the other propping up the rake on the ground. “Couldn’t you just have admired them when they were nearly piled up instead of ruining the pile that I spent two hours raking.”

“That’s no fun,” you pouted, pulling yourself up into a sitting position with your legs crossed beneath you. Leaves clung to your clothes like excited children, tangling into your hair which resembled someone that had been headbanging for a good hour.

He started to laugh, dropping the rake so that he could clutch his stomach. “You look ahaha like a haha scarecrow!”

You grinned proudly, folding your arms over your chest. “The most awesome scarecrow in the neighborhood!”

“You keep telling yourself that,” he wrinkled his nose in amusement. “You’re helping me clean this mess up!”

“But -”

“No buts!”

You leaned to the side, eyes sliding down to his backside. “Yep, definitely no butt.”

“Y-Y/N!” his cheeks bloomed with color and he turned away in embarrassment, the back of his hand covering his mouth as he muttered under his breath. “Why am I even dating you again?”

You chuckled, pulling yourself to your feet so you could wrap your arms around his body from behind, chin resting on his shoulder. “Because you love me, obviously.”

Morisuke’s expression softened as he turned around in your hold, his own arms finding their way around your body. His forehead was warm as it rested against your own, eyes shimmering with love and affection. “I can’t deny that. You’re the love of my life, you know. Even if you drive me crazy sometimes.”

You snickered, your hand sliding through his sandy brown locks, cold from the weather. “I love you too, babe. Even if you don’t have an ass.”

His blush worsened, spreading to the tips of his ears and he groaned, pulling away from you. “You’re such a jerk, Y/N.”

“I know,” you responded proudly.

“Just for that, you can start raking while I go and make some hot chocolate.” He poked you in the forehead, giving you no chance to respond before he headed into the house.

With a scowl, you scanned the mess of leaves scattered across the Yaku property. Why must having fun come with such annoying consequences?

“Hey, babe?”

“Hmm?” Morisuke glanced up from the assignment he was working on, his pencil stilling as he focused on your form across the table.

Your own notebook was open in front of you but the pages were blank, unmarred by the pencil. Your upper body was sprawled across the table, arms stretched out on either side of you as you balanced the pencil between your upper lip and nose.

Despite having called out to him, your attention was trained on the kitchen window, watching the trees swaying back and forth. You hated being stuck indoors when the weather was so amazing outside, but your boyfriend has insisted (read: forced) you inside to work on your homework, knowing that if he didn’t, it most likely wouldn’t get done.

It was the weekend, though, time to unwind and have fun from the stress of the week. Why should you have to be punished because the teacher was a sadist that likes to give a bunch of homework on a Friday? Like always, you were content to just binge it all on Sunday, but your boyfriend clearly did not approve of that approach.

“Can we go to the pumpkin patch?”

“Now?” he quirked a brow. “If we get a pumpkin now, it will be rotten by the time Halloween arrives. It’s best to just wait.”

You pouted at him but he had gone back to writing his essay, the pencil scritching across the paper. “I know that but I really want to get out! We don’t have to buy one, I just… I don’t know.”

He looked over at you, following your gaze to the window. You honestly looked miserable like a feral cat that had been converted to an inside cat and he knew you wanted nothing more than to just be outside.

Personally, he didn’t enjoy the brisk weather or the strong wind whipping around his body. He’d much rather be indoors with the heater on full blast, but this made you miserable and he hated that. He’d much rather sacrifice his own comfort if it meant being able to see you smile.

He snapped the notebook closed, setting the pencil down beside it as he stood up, the legs of the chair scraping against the wood. You sent him a curious look and he smiled in return. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get going!”

Your eyes lit up and you jumped off the chair, throwing your arms around him and claiming his lips. His cheeks blossomed with color at the sudden assault but he didn’t hesitate to embrace you, tilting his head in order to deepen the kiss.

When you pulled back, your eyes were trained on his lips, making him shift uncomfortably. “What is it?”

“Your lips are super soft, Mori,” you pouted, running your tongue along your own lips that were slightly cracked from the cold weather. “Do you use chapstick or something?” He nodded, reaching into his pocket to produce the object in question and you took it, popping off the lid. “Ooo, it’s strawberry flavored!”

His gaze shifted to the side. “I know it’s your favorite…”

You realized that he chose to use this chapstick for you and it made you smile, heart fluttering. You gently cupped his face with your hand before running the chapstick gently across his lips. Before he could question your intent, you leaned forward to press your lips against his, carefully rubbing against them to collect the substance.

When you pulled away, you could feel the wax-like coating on your lips and you grinned. “I should apply chapstick like that more often~”

“L-Let’s not,” he coughed, using his hand to try and cover his burning face as he started toward the front door.

You followed him with a chuckle, slipping your shoes onto your feet before reaching for the doorknob. He stopped you before you could pull the door open, his fingers curling around your shoulder. You blinked at him. “What is it?”

“Put your jacket on, dork.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you responded simply. “I like feeling the wind on my skin.”

He huffed, hand finding his hip. “I’m not going with you if you don’t put your jacket on.”

“But it’s not even that cold,” you frowned. He turned on his heel, starting to pull his shoes off and you groaned. “Fine! Let’s compromise, okay? I’ll bring my jacket but I’ll wear it around my waist instead. Okay?”

He thought it over for a moment before sighing. “Fine.”

You nodded, wrapping the jacket’s sleeves around your waist before slinging the door open hard enough to bounce against the wall. “Let’s go~!”

A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you run outside, arms spread out and a burst of cheerful laughter bubbling from your lips.

You slowly walked down the rows of pumpkins, hands clasped behind your back as your eyes scanned the pumpkins of varying sizes and colors dotting the clearing – tall ones, fat ones, baby ones, even ones twisted into strange shapes. You could already imagine the different patterns of carvings in each one and it got you feeling excited for Halloween next month.

Morisuke was walking a few steps behind you, hands buried in his pockets to keep them hidden from the icy wind. His eyes were trained on you, content simply to just watch your happy expression as you scanned the pumpkins, darting from row to row. How you could be so content doing so, he simply couldn’t understand.

When your eyes landed on a small, caramel-colored pumpkin nestled between two thin, tall ones, you rushed over to it with a grin, settling onto your knees. You picked it up gently, showing it to your boyfriend. “Look, Mori! It looks just like you!”

“How do you figure?” his brow shut up as his eyes raked over the pumpkin.

“It’s the color of caramel, just like your popcorn hair for starters,” you snickered. “Plus plus, it’s small and cute just like you~ It was even nestled between two super tall pumpkins. This white one on the right here is clearly Lev while this reddish-orange one is Kuroo! It’s got a spikey leaf just like his hair.”

He really wanted to be annoyed by your comments and by the fact that you had just compared him to a pumpkin, but when his eyes met yours, shimmering with a childlike excitement, he could only smile softly at you. “It’s… cute.”

“Right?” You stood up, approaching him with the small pumpkin still clutched in your hands. “I know it won’t last, but… can we buy it? Pretty please~?”

His fingers tugged a small leaf that had caught in your hair before his fingers brushed against your cheek. “Sure, why not.”

“Our first child!” you chirped happily, clutching it to your chest as you jogged over to the small tent. It had been set up for the employees to escape the wind and keep the money tucked into a safe place.

Morisuke’s face burned brightly, steam rising from his ears at the thought of having children with you. The way you had phrased it made it seem as if you already planned to have children with him in the future or, at the very least, had given thought to the idea. His heart raced within his chest as you waved him over.

As he slowly approached you, he couldn’t help thinking about how he truly did want to spend the rest of his life with you.

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omg sorry i'm late but do i EVER have music to ask you about!!! some songs: looking for heaven by tonight alive, tonight is the night by mcfly, skinny dipping by stand atlantic (the one w alex lahey if you want extra gay). artists: mcr & hozier!! and in an absolutely shocking turn of events, i will also submit stories for monday as an album. thank you for your time i love you and am excited to hear your thoughts xoxo bella

alrighty here we go

“Looking for Heaven” by Tonight Alive

couldn’t finish it | not my thing | it’s fine | I could get into this | ooo I like | oh hell yeah | fuck this is some good shit | there aren’t even words, this transcends words 

-feel like I would like it more if I was in the mood but dang Jenna’s voice <3

“Tonight is the Night” by McFly

couldn’t finish it | not my thing | it’s fine | I could get into this | ooo I like | oh hell yeah | fuck this is some good shit | there aren’t even words, this transcends words 

“Skinny Dipping” by Stand Atlantic

couldn’t finish it | not my thing | it’s fine | I could get into this | ooo I like | oh hell yeah | fuck this is some good shit | there aren’t even words, this transcends words

-I like Stand Atlantic a lot

Hozier (already knew)

Favourite Song: “Almost (Sweet Music)”

Least Favourite Song: mmm I don’t really have a least favorite of his tbh. I have a few songs that I’m more neutral on but then they typically grow on me?  “To Noise Making (Sing)” maybe? Just so I don’t leave this spot blank?

Favourite Album: Probably Hozier because I’ve played it a lot more

Least Favourite Album: well process of elimination would say Wasteland, Baby! but it’s not actually my least favorite I just need to listen to it a few more times comprehensively

Song that got me into them: I don’t actually remember.  Maybe “From Eden” or “Like Real People Do” because I feel like those are the ones I would’ve heard outside the radio and it was not his radio singles that actually got me into him

Seen Live?:  Nope

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 

He gets a 9 because even the songs I don’t vibe as much with are really skillfully done and I’m just in awe of him for the others, plus he seems like a neat person

My Chemical Romance (already knew)

Favourite Song: it changes all the time but “House of Wolves” tonight

Least Favourite Song: I’ll be honest I don’t really listen to the first two albums that much so it could very well be one from those, but otherwise “Teenagers”

Favourite Album: Black Parade

Least Favourite Album: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Song that got me into them: I mean probably “Welcome to the Black Parade?” But tbh it might have been “Na Na Na”

Seen Live?:  no :(

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

I’ll do it I’ll give them a 10. Every time I listen to Black Parade I’m surprised by something new and it floors me 

Moving on to albums with Stories for Monday by the Summer Set

Okay this is my first time listening to it so (sneaky way to make me listen to the full thing sooner rather than later, see what you did there Bella) so answers are based on only one listen through

Opinion on cover design: I mean it’s pretty good.  It’s not going to go up there with my top covers of all time but I think it fits the album and it’s not ugly so!

Favourite song: Figure Me Out, Missin’ You, or All In. It’s the first listen and none of then stood out particularly from those three so that’s as specific as we’re going to get

Least favourite song: Jean Jacket

Underrated track: I have never talked to the general public about this album and therefore can’t answer this

Overrated track: see above

Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10