#(you gusy know who)

[dykevotions]

it would be really funny to do a poll where my mutuals guess how old I am

[grcetxt]

what do you like about your friends?

Fshsgsusg EVERYTGING okay I'm gonna try and do something for everyone even the ppl that aren't on tumblr. Again one thing for each person because I could go on for DAYS. MONTHS. YEARS. about every single one of them!!!

Irl friends who won't see this but deserve to be talked about:

Josh- my oldest friend, known him nearly SEVEN/EIGHT YEARSS, met at drama classes! My favourite thing about him is his passion! He's so so driven and focused and always makes sure we do our best while being funny as hell!

Emi- my oldest ONLINE friend! Had our 3 year emiversary recently :33! When I say she is quite possibly the most considerate person I've ever met. She's always so mindful of everything and like AGRESSIVLY so. Inspired me to do the same :3. Like she always takes care of me and I'm just :( /vpos

Online friends!:

Egie: The most thoughtful person I've ever met! Always double and TRIPLE checks boundaries and things. Always keeps other's feelings in mind, always remembers the small stuff

Jase: Quite possibly THE kindest person in all of existence. Too too good for this world I swear. Always does what's best for others (shoudl VERY MUCH put himself first more often) and makes everyone happy just by existing cuz he's the best

Linc: Funny. As. Fuck. Never have I ever cackled so much. I can't even begin to TRY and explain- this the same guy who sent hozier mpreg I'm. I love his stupid ass /aff

Sadie: TOO sweet for this world. Overwhelmingly positive, always sees the best in every situation and can help me think myself out of a spiral without even knowing it

Tommy: just really genuinely fun to talk to!! I always enjoy our convos and it's just like hegyrgrhe idek how to describe it they're just a genuinely fun person!

Lars: GFRFEHRGRH!!!!! Fucking. Funny as hell. Kind. Sweet. Considerate. Takes care of me. Quite possibly the??? Best person ever??? You guys don't even know. Never ever have I smiled so much talking to one person she brightens up my day soso much

IF I MISSED YOU I DONT HATE YOU I PROMISE THIS WAS JUSY LIEK MY MOST RECENT TALKED TO PEOPLE GFEGRFWHECYEGEGSV

[bettertwin1]

YES 😭😭😭 YES 😭😭😭😭😭 YURI INFODYMPING ABOUT BUGS AND ANIMALS TO ANYA OUGH IM SICK IM SICK HE NEEDS TO GO TO HIS LOCAL LIBRARU, SEE THAT BOOK FROM HIS CHILDHOOD AND REACTIVATE THAT HYPERFIXATIOJ NOWWWWWWWW

Moot completely unrelated but related to Yuri do you ever think about how he had an intrest in bugs as a kid...I KNOW HIS HOME CANONICALLY HAD LIKE...PICTURES OF HIS SISTER <- ("DO IT FOR HER" 😭😭😭) BUT I LIKE TO THINK...HE COLLECTS AND HAS FRAMED DISPLAYS OF BUGS ON HIS WALLS... PLS SEE MY VISION. <- (HIS SPECIAL INTREST IS BUGS THAT HE CAST ASIDE IN MY FUCKED UP MIND)

I THOUGHT ABOUT SOMETHING SIMILAR TO THIS!!!!!! he is a little animal nerd. A little insect and bug and arachnid nerd. Imagine him doing some inner child healing and picking up his old interests again☹️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Him going outside and looking at insects with Anya and telling her interesting facts about them. (I am getting way too emotional about this cuz i was also that neurodivergent kid who had a special interest in insects and nature. I annoyed the shit out of my elementary school classmates with bug facts, haha)

[hazelsmirrorball]

 Rockstar girlfriend II. | Hazel Callahan

Rockstar! Hazel Callahan x Popstar! Reader Summary: Hazel Callahan and Y/n L/n have to be in a pr relationship, but both of them can stand each other.  Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Heavy makeout session,  smoking. English isn’t my main language  a/n: Wrote this in class so I hope you gusy enjoy! Plus I’m really grateful on all the love you gave to the last one 

part one. part three. part four. part five

Heart throb and Rock sensation, Hazel Callahan from the band ‘The Bottoms’ was caught making out with a C list celebrity.   

Every press was good press or at least that was something her manager tried to convince her that being associated with Hazel Callahan was a good thing for her career. She wanted to agree but seeing the picture stare back at her with that damn headline made her go insane. She couldn’t believe it was even possible to be more pissed off at Hazel Callahan, more than she once was. Hazel got praised for the things she did. Rock sensation and Heart Throb and what did Y/n get? C list celebrity? Was this some type of cruel joke? Did Hazel personally know the writer of the article? Was she fucking them? Either way she was on the editors good side and also on the press good side. 

The picture had gotten a lot of attention, like a LOT of attention. The publicity stunt had done its job  spreading like wildfire. Hazel’s ring covered hands gripping onto her ass while Y/n moaned into the kiss. Hazel white tank tops rose up whilst Y/n’s skirt was almost at her stomach.  Both of the girls' hair was a mess and both of them look like they enjoy the kiss. 

The picture haunted Y/n’s head, there was evidence that she was melting into her biggest enemy's touch. Everything was a constant reminder of that. Instead of Y/n falling asleep pissed out of her mind because of some random shit Hazel did now she found herself falling asleep flustered. The only thought running through her head was Hazel's hands running all over her body and her sweet kisses. She had heard through other celebrities that Hazel was a good kisser but never would it cross her mind that she was going to test that theory. When Y/n tried writing a song she would find herself unconsciously trying to find words that rhyme with Hazel. If the lingering touch wasn’t enough all Y/n could see was the damn picture of them making out. In very elaborate almost pornographic fan edits, news articles and magazines, t-shirts, everywhere. Even Brittney went to the point of making that picture her wallpaper to mess with her. 

Things were different now, not a good different, but different. She still despised Hazel; the only thing that had changed was the kiss between the two and the fact that people now knew that they didn’t hate each other. So their PR team was actually onto something because song streams from both sides were upping by the minute. Gaining followers left to right, both fandoms trying to uncover which song was dedicated for who. Every drama reporter and Late Night show host tried contacting their management team just to get the scoop on what was happening between the two. So management made it their mission to ride that heat of the moment.  

That’s how Y/n, Isabel and Brittney found themselves backstage in The Bottoms concert. Management wanted people to link Hazel with Y/n as the “Rock Star girlfriend” so after fighting for her manager for what felt like hours she found herself pushing past people to find Hazel. Her management team wanted fans to see Y/n wearing something that belonged to Hazel, so  they would think they were a couple. 

Y/n looked at the door in front of her, Hazel name written in her messy writing on a small whiteboard. Her hand reached towards the door handle, slowly opened the door to the dressing room. Y/n instantly scrunched up her nose as the smell of cigarettes overtook her nostrils. She looked around the dark room in front of her furrowing her eyes. The room was filled with half empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, several cigarette budds, dirty shirts and other things she couldn’t even understand what they were. They had only been here for a day, how was it possible for her to make such a mess. 

“Aren’t you going to say hi to your favorite girl?” A voice spoke, making Y/n turn towards the couch watching how Hazel inhaled the smoke from her cigarette. Hazel leaned back comfortably onto the leather couch, her leather covered legs spread open as she looked at her with barely open eyes. Y/n’s eyes followed her lips watching how the smoke slowly escaped her lips. She could feel her face turn red cursing herself for feeling like this in front of her. 

“Hello.” Y/n barely managed to get out, not knowing what to say. Usually she would bitch out at Hazel with ease. Going off for hours annoyed at the girl, but now she was a flustered mess, imagining those leather pants rubbing against her thighs. 

“L/n? You are usually very vocal? Ever since our little work session you don’t know what to say. My hotness finally caught up to you?” Hazel replied, tapping her cigarette on the ashtray next to her, stubbing it out. She sent a smile her way, running her now available ring-covered hands over her pants slowly. Hazel smirked watching how Y/n’s eyes didn’t leave her hands. 

“Shut up” Y/n mumbled, gaining her composure glaring down at her, her anger once again showing up. Hazel let out a chuckle not moving from her place looking at Y/n through her long eyelashes. Y/n noticed the hint of a mischievous look in her eyes. What was she thinking about? 

“What? Is my little D lister bitch flustered? Remember this is all professional, L/n. If it weren’t for this stupid contract I wouldn’t let you five feet near me. You are lucky that I even touch you.” Hazel replied tauntingly, sending a smirk her way. Her arms stretched against the backrest of the couch. Y/n lips scrunched up as she furrowed her eyebrows pissed off out of her mind. Y/n moved towards Hazel pulling her towards Y/n by the silver chain that adorned her neck. 

“Let me tell you something, Callahan. I don’t want this. If it weren't from my damn manager fighting with me to be here, I would be anywhere but here. So don’t get too cocky, like you said this, this is professional. So you can call me an actress, because your touch didn’t do shit” Y/n gripped on her chain harder as Hazel looked up at her fake shook covering her face. Her hands reached up in a defensive manner while her gaze turned in her usually cocky one. 

“They don’t call me a master with my hands just because I’m good with the guitar, sweetheart. I know how to differentiate a fake moan from a real one and what you did wasn't fake.” Hazel reached out towards Y/n pushing a string of her hair behind her ear sending a shiver  up  her spine.  Y/n searched for the words to say but she couldn’t find a word in the dictionary to make a comeback. Hazel hands reached towards her waist pushing Y/n down on her lap. 

“You look stressed, why don’t you take a smoke?” Hazel continued reaching for the table next to them, handing her  the box of cigarettes. Y/n looked down at the cigarettes in her lap and slowly looked up at Hazel taking in every inch of her. 

“I don’t smoke” Y/n replied, looking to the side. Hazel took the box of cigarettes in her hand, taking one out and placing it on her lips. She quickly bucked her hips up still holding onto Y/n with one hand to slip out her lighter. Hazel pushed  the end of the lighter against Y/n chin making her look at her. 

“You are tense, you need to ease down. So help me out, pretty girl” The said while gripping onto the cigarette on her teeth. Hazel handed the lighter to Y/n waiting for her to light it up. Y/n slowly leaned in, turning the lighter on the flame hitting Hazel’s skin making her glow. Y/n looked at Hazel’s closed eyes, the messy smokey liner surrounding her eyes caused a small smile to form on her lips. Hazel slowly gripped on her waist to make her continue. She slowly lights up the cigarette resting her hand on Hazel’s cheek. Turning off the lighter and placing it on the table next to her, not breaking eye contact with Hazel. 

Hazel closed her eyes inhaling the smoke for a few seconds keeping the smoke inside her mouth. She removed the cigarette slowly searching for Y/n’s eyes leaning towards, her lips hovering Y/n’s lips. Hazel placed the cigarette down on the ashtray slowly placing her thumb in between Y/n’s lips slowly opening them up. Hazel blew out the smoke on to Y/n’s mouth. Y/n closed her eyes, humming from the sensation. Y/n attached their lips together finding herself in the same predicament as a few days ago. Both girls fighting for dominance not wanting to lose the upper hand. 

But before Hazel could even do anything else, Y/n’s had moved her lips from hers and latched onto her neck. Y/n left sloppy kisses on Hazel’s neck, she kisses all over trying to find Hazel’s sweet spot. After a few seconds a soft whimper escaped from Hazel’s lips making Y/n smirk into her neck. She worked on that area whilst Hazel bit her lip in an attempt to cover her moans. 

“If you aren’t vocal, I’ll stop sweetheart” Y/n replied imitating Hazel's usual tone , blowing against the freshly done hickey. Hazel glared at her, taking her by the neck and pushing her against the couch pinning her down. Y/n looked up at her pissed out of her mind, while Hazel smirked her chain hanging against her face softly hitting her nose. 

“Never forget who’s in charge” She replied, letting go of her neck and moving off her heading towards the door. 

“Where are you even going?” Y/n asked looking up from the couch. Hazel chuckled turning towards her. 

“I’m going to do a show, so don’t miss me too much” and with that Hazel was gone. 

Hazel maybe had won the fight but Y/n was going to win the war. The next morning news articles made Y/n wake up in joy. Headliners making her go insane but this time in a good way. 

Y/n L/n, popstar sensation, making it known that her bass playing girlfriend is hers. 

...

Thank you for reading!

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[previous part]

[mazeinthemiroh]

I'm the one who requested the Ateez argument it was so good omg thank you so much .

I can wait to see the part 2 <3

ateez in an arguemnt - making up (part 2)

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

word count: 2.4k

warnings: still lots of crying i'm sorry??

a/n: wow thank you guys SO MUCH for your support on part 1. i was just blown away by the amount of support it got so thank you very much. it makes me so happy to hear that people like my little writings :] but hey, i didn't want to hurt you all that much like are you gusy okay?? 😭 i hope this part 2 gives you guys some sort of closure and comfort in a way compared to the last one but i honestly don't know because there's a lot of crying in this one as well ANYWAYS sorry for waffling, please let me know if you enjoy <3

hongjoong

hongjoong set a coffee down by the table next to you. it was just how you liked it: creamy with extra foam on the top and cocoa powder dusting. he was precise, you'd give him that.

"is this supposed to be your attempt at making an apology?" you raised an eyebrow, looking up at him from your place on the couch. neither of you had attempted to speak to the other ever since the argument. it felt like forever ago but it was only last night.

he sighed and seated himself down beside you in a position that looked uncomfortable. he leaned his back against the arm of the couch whilst balancing on the tops of his toes to hold himself up. he seemed perfectly fine and comfortable. you softened at how he endeared you.

"it got you talking to me, didn't it?" he shrugged as he watched you suspiciously grab the coffee and slurp it up. perfection.

"i am sorry," hongjoong muttered, eyes fixated on the swirling patterns on the carpet. you knew this was a very hard thing to say; it impressed you that he did. "things got way too out of hand. i can be jealous at times, i know."

you held a scoff in; this was serious.

"just... seeing you with him..." hongjoong's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered how quick he was to anger. he shook his head at the memory, wanting to forget.

you reached out to touch his hand. "you know i would never want to hurt you like that." hongjoong nodded, not looking up. "i love you. i only have eyes for you. i just want you to know and see that."

hongjoong hummed in agreement and played with the edges of the pillow on his lap.

"this is good coffee, by the way," you slurped another sip, and with a little earnt chuckle from him, it felt like the tension finally dissipated. back to your old usual selves.

seonghwa

i will always keep fighting for us

that's what your text message read to him. he stared down at his phone blankly, a sigh escaping form his lips. he really messed up, didn't he?

you knew seonghwa had been going through a slump recently. life was not treating him well; you just had no idea it had gotten so bad. so, so bad, to the point where if your relationship was on the line, the fight in him had gone already. this wasn't like him, and you knew it well. this wasn't the real hwa.

he could've smiled at your intelligence of him had he not been so completely deflated. how he treated you, how he handled the situation... the old him would never have done something like this.

clicking the phone icon, he raised the phone to his ear, tapping his fingers on his legs as he awaited your response to his call. you picked up soon after.

"hwa?" your voice sounded from the other side. your tone was worried, almost frantic.

seonghwa cleared his throat, scrunching up his eyes as he fought past a sudden headache. there was so much going on today. he felt dizzy and exhausted but all he could focus on was you.

"i want to fight for us, too" seonghwa's voice was the softest it's ever been; you felt comforted by this, compared to the harshness you experienced earlier,

"i don't want to give up," seonghwa sounded desperate as thoughts of loving memories of you flooded his mind. how could he give you up? how could he not see that you were the one constant, beautiful aspect of his life? he needed you.

"i'm not ready to lose you."

yunho

you woke up and immediately felt the absence of the warm presence that would be your boyfriend. shivering, you pulled the covers up slightly, missing his warmth.

not only did he come home late last night, but now he had the audacity not to wake up with you? to leave you by yourself yet again? your heart broke a little bit more, the unfortunate familiar feeling of loneliness you felt last night bubbling up inside you again.

"hey"

you didn't even hear yunho come in, so the sound of his voice surprised you. the loneliness faded, at least. you turned on your other side to face him, and what you saw was something you didn't expect.

he had a mild smile on his face, his arms extended as he held a beautiful tray of breakfast goods for you to indulge in. breakfast in bed? you thought that would be just for special occasions, like valentines day. but yunho wanted to do something special for you.

approaching you and setting the tray gently down on your lap as you sat up, he placed a tender kiss on your cheek.

"i'm sorry i've been letting you down recently," he murmured, his breath fanning your skin. "but i will try my very best to make it up to you."

you weren't going to let him off that easily, but you took a big bite out of a croissant as you looked up at him.

"thank you," you murmured between mouthfuls. there were not a lot of things yunho did wrong, so the fact that he took ownership when he did was quite remarkable.

this man had softened your heart, truly.

yeosang

he was ready to talk to you.

you knew it would take time. your first mistake was not giving him that time in the first place. yeosang required gentle patience, at times. you knew this, and it got you down that you didn't read your boyfriend at the time.

all you needed to do was wait for him to come to you.

and he did. tired eyes hid behind a messy fringe as he yawned and settled down next to you on the bed. there was a moment of silence, but it wasn't tense or awkward. it was... beautiful, really.

"i'm sorry for pushing you, yeo" you snaked an arm around his shoulder and brought him closer to you, "i should've given you a bit of space."

he shook his head, eyes becoming misty with emotion. he sunk naturally into your soft touch. "no, no. i'm sorry for pushing you away. i don't want you to think i don't appreciate your support, it's just-"

"you don't have to explain anything. i get it, love," you looked at him, a distinct tenderness in your eyes. he looked back at you and could see you were right. there was always a level of unspokeness between you both that made sense. you understood each other beyond words; that's why there was always an instant attraction between you both.

yeosang sank into your arms, feeling safe and comfortable. life had been getting him down recently, which is why he was upset in the first place. having you here with him made things a lot more easier to cope with. a lot more bearable. he thought that love wouldn't change him, but it turns out he was wrong. your love did change him, and for the better.

he didn't have to be alone anymore.

san

it felt clear that there were a lot of gaps in your relationship with san. a lot of holes that weren't filled that gaped over a long period of time. he felt it just as much as you did.

for this reason, you both knew without spelling it out that last night wasn't just about san getting jealous. it was an accumulation of things; a build-up of every tension, every minor inconvenience. what it all boiled down to was the very last thing he said: you looked like you were having more fun with them than you've had fun with him in a long time.

"last night was stupid" he admitted to you, biting his lip. you nodded, genuinely agreeing with him. "i just-"

he stopped himself, feeling a tightness in his chest. you felt the same way. you felt what he was feeling through his eyes, the way they ached with holding back the tears. he blinked them away and cleared his throat as you moved towards him, pulling him into a hug. you felt him exhale shakily, as he barely hugged you back. there was a disconnect.

"things haven't been good for a long time, i know" you mumbled in his ear, sighing heavily.

"i'm scared" he confessed, burying his face into the crook of your neck. breathing in your scent, he started to appreciate the softness of your skin as he grazed his cheek against your chin. it was like he remembered what it was like to fall in love with you again.

he was scared of that love fading away. slowly but surely, slipping from his grasp, out of his control. that thought feared him more than anything else in the world.

"i know," your voice sounded small now as you pulled away, looking up at him. your gazes connected and soon your lips did too. the shared kiss was scarcely a whisper of a touch, but provided the comfort that both of you needed.

mingi

mingi stared at the wall, appalled at how he handled things. his breathing was rampant and uncontrollable and he needed to settle down. squeezing his eyes shut, he caught his breath after a few moments. if he was feeling like this, he couldn't imagine what you were feeling.

but he couldn't leave you to feel it alone.

"i know i'm probably the last person you want to see" mingi's voice sounded behind you as you wiped your tears away. you turned to face him and he could see the glisten of your sadness in the dull bedroom light.

"but i can't let a night pass with you still mad at me."

that's the mingi you fell in love with. noble, loyal, and most of all, kind. there was something very rare and beautiful about mingi's heart; it was like a precious gem. you felt you didn't deserve him for so many reasons, but his heart was the reason that dominated the most.

this is why you feared he had given it to someone else.

"i just love you mingi" you collapsed in his arms, sobbing into his chest as he caught you. he wasn't expecting such an outburst of sadness from you. he expected you to be mad, angry still at his actions. but here you were, crying in his arms, as vulnerable as you could get. a tear ran down his cheek, seeing you like this.

"i love you so much y/n" he pressed hot, passionate kisses on your neck as you calmed down a bit from your crying. you whimpered into his touch; he was so sincerely captivating.

mingi held you close to him and swayed you back and forth until your cries had relinquished.

the last thing he wanted was to be the cause of your sadness.

wooyoung

wooyoung didn't wait for you to leave. he couldn't bare it. chasing after you, he grabbed hold of your wrist, swirling you around to face him. the tears in his eyes matched your own.

grasping your shoulders, he pulled you towards him in a messy hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly as your face hit his chest. you could feel his heart beating against your ear.

"i'm so sorry," he said immediately. his guilt had bubbled over him, so much so that you didn't have to ask for an apology. he was not like the other people you had dated, in that sense. he was humble. he was reflective. as much as he was stubborn at times, wooyoung sure as hell knew when he was in the wrong. and he owned it every time.

you leaned to his touch as he cried loudly. what had gotten into him? what had upset him so much? you wish he would tell you.

you pulled back and wiped his tears away with the sleeves of your hoodie. he sniffed back his sobs, barely able to meet your soft gaze. you hushed him and calmed him down; you always knew how to.

"talk to me."

there was a certain distinct magic that came with your voice. it seemed to reassure and calm wooyoung in a way that he would never have expected. it made him regret going through things on his own; made him regret pushing you away the way he did. he could've leant on you, but he chose not to. with the tender care you provided, he forgets why.

so he did talk to you. the whole night, he talked. about his feelings, about his worries, about everything that had been dragging him down, making him distant.

and you kissed his worries away, talked through all his feelings and held him close to you the whole time. because you knew he would do the exact same for you.

jongho

"oh look, it's my favourite person in the whole world. the love of my life" you drawled out, sarcasm injected into your tone as your harsh gaze fell on jongho.

"are you going to make this easy or hard?" jongho matched your defiant energy, not breaking eye contact with you.

"depends on how you're going to handle this," you seat back in your seat, putting down your phone, intrigued with how he is going to resolve the incident that had occurred.

jongho took a deep breath. it was hard for him to find the right words. sometimes his head and his heart didn't always meet, and he didn't want to fail you because of that. he chose his words wisely.

"your worries are important to me," jongho started, "i was being very selfish. i guess i was just hung up on my own job that i didn't take time to consider yours and how you feeling."

jongho lowered his head as you nodded at his words. "what you said really hurt me, jongho."

"i know," he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he reminisced on what he had said to you. "that wasn't my intention at all. that never is."

there was a moment of silence. you looked up at him from your seat as he continued to stand, before making his way to sit by you. you both perfectly slid into each other's arms for a long, overdue hug. a hug that would've felt so simple before, but now filled with complexities.

there were so many feelings in the air, but the one that was felt the most was love. love always pulled through.

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[coffee-master]

[TMNT 2012]

[Waring Contains: Trans female Leo (2012)]

Turtles: *just fough some bad guys who steal some things*

Mikey excited: Uu- let's see what they got-

Leo: Mikey, be carefull-

Mikey see weapoons: Oh Cool sword- *tries to take the sword*

Mikey: What the- *can't lift the sword*

Raph: What's wrong? You lost your strength?! *tries to take the sword, but fails*

Everyone: *suprised & confused*

April: Wait gusy- I've seen one of those in Splinter's books.

April: *goes there and without any trouble takes the sword*

April: It's one of the famous kunoichi's sword. The legend says that is was cursed that only women were able to wield that sword.

Mikey exicited: Uuuu.. Magic sword!

Donnie: No Mikey. It's not magic.

Mikey: Then how do you explain that only April can hold it, huh!?? MAGIC!

Donnie: *goes to April and tries to take the sword, but the sword immiediately is to heavy and lands on the ground*

Mikey: See? Magic sword.

Donnie: I don't know how it work, for now, but there surely must be a scientifical explanation for this-

Mikey: M. A. G. I. C.

Donnie: IT'S NOT-

[Unexpectedly some villians arrive and are about to attack them]

Leo: HEY, FOCUS GUYS! *instinctively takes this sword without any problem and is ready to fight*

Everyone: .....

Donnie: See? Leo can hold it, so it's NOT magic.

Mikey grumpy: Humph!

[SOME TIME LATER]

Leonora: *came out as trans woman*

Leonora: *now proudly holds her new sword*

Raph, Donnie & Mikey: *happy & proud of her*

Donnie: *smiles*

Mikey: *slowly goes to Donnie with big smug on his face*

Donnie: Don't you even dare-

Mikey: MAGIC~

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[rarecarebears]

“Ew! Gross!”

Buck pulls back from Chris’ embrace with a mock glare on his brow.

“I just showered—”

But Chis has already spun around to face him.

“Dad, if you and Buck are going to keep being the worst secret-keepers ever, the least you can do is not give him hickies where the whole entire world can see!”

Eddie can’t stop his jaw from dropping as Chris brushes past him and back out the door, slamming it shut behind him leaving Eddie in a cloud of dust.

He sputters uselessly and turns to face Buck who looks indignant.

“Who the hell taught him about hickies?! Is he old enough to know about that stuff?”

“Buck—” Eddie tries weakly.

Buck runs out into the living room suddenly, leaving Eddie to croak after him. He rounds the corner to find Buck furiously typing away on his phone.

“Hang on, I’m texting the group chat.”

Eddie stumbles over in a trance to peak at Buck’s screen.

UM GUSYS HANG ON CHRIS KNWOS ABT ME AND EDDDUES GUSYS HELSP!!!!!

Eddie backs away to lean against the couch while taking deep steadying breaths. This was supposed to be a nice morning.

Buck makes a noise of disgust and glares down at his phone.

“Hen just sent three eye-rolling emojis… Bobby sent L-O-L? What the fu—”

Eddie thinks his ears are actually ringing… no wait that’s just Buck’s phone.

“Hang on, Chim’s calling! Uh, h-hello? Y-yeah, Chim. I’m with him now. Uh, okay, sure thing, hang on.”

Buck switches to speaker phone with concentration written all over his face.

“Go ahead, Chim.”

Except Chim doesn’t say anything. He just starts laughing. He’s laughing. He’s laughing at them like a hyena. Jesus, he must have the phone right up to his mouth—

Buck clicks on him mid-cackle.

“Unbelievable,” he grumbles under his breath.

He stalks away back towards the bedroom all while yelling.

“I swear to god, if he’s the reason Christopher knows about hickies, I’m going to strangle him!”

Eddie would agree except he’s too busy realizing that he and Buck truly are the worst secret-keepers to ever live. Buck’s wearing his LAFD shirt, and the only reason he knows it’s his is because it fits him too snugly around the arms. He wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise because it’s backwards. Meaning the DIAZ is proudly emblazoned across Buck’s chest.

“Oh, godammit!”

And Buck definitely just caught himself in the mirror.

Worst secret-keepers ever.

[stuffforme2]

Okay listen I lvoe the pjo books and series with all ym heart but.. everyone talks about them like they're perfect WHICH THEYRE NOT any problems are kinda brushed under the rug and I find thst kinda werid? Like you'll see other books and TV shows get dragged and canceled for the stuff in Riordan books and yet pjo doesn't?? So.. uhhHHHH yeah that's jsut something I noticed.

The weird relationshipd ynamics. Rick is like allergic to someone bring okay with being single or jsut aromantic like you can say Reyna but her having a crush kn Jason?? Yes she rejected Apollo but her relationship with Jason deterioted brcuz she had a 'crush' on the guy and that doesn't really amke sense to me (I can go into so much detail kn this)

AND LEO AND CALYPSO OMFG that is a toxic relationship. The age gap. The way calypso treats Leo. The fact Leo SHOULD NOT be with someone like this man hasn't dealt with his attachment and Abandonment issues like st all?!

The literal only black character in the pjo books being beckendorf.. then he dies. Then the Korean/Asian (I'm not sure sorry) character dies, Ethan. And like I understand Percy is hinted st being Hispanic (have seen many ppl talk about this dont mnow if it's common knowldhe) but it's never confirmed or added??? I know Rick fixes it later but it's still weird to me lmaoo

Rick unable to keep consistent personality. Woobigying Nico OH MY GOD NICO HE BECOMES GAY AND THSTS WHDT EVERYONE FUCKING FOCUSES ON AND HE SHOULD'VE NEVER GOTTEN WITH WILL ATLWAST NOT THAT QUICK it's not healthy. Their relationship was rushed and didn't make sense I felt like people only like ot becuz it's a gay relationship??

And oh mygods— Samirah. I am not Muslim and I am not an expert on the Nuslim religion but there is so much shitbthatbeas wrong in thst book that I even knew was incorrect and jsut weird to happen?! The AMOUNT OF TIMES HER HIJAB CAME OFF and I'm also like "yaayyyy representation" but it could've been as easy as one Google search. one.

Jason. Jason as a whole. He had the most potential out of ANYONE and personally I think he had more potential then Percy like his story is so INTERESTING and then.. Rick knocked him iut with a brick multiple times, didn't work kn his sotry or trauma at all, then KILLED HIM. Same with Ethan. I am so Vitter about these two.. HELL EVEN LEO AND FRANK.

Also the way he made Annabeth first quest (first quest SHE IS LEADING AND IS HER PROHECY) all about Percy. I was reading it and I was like "bitxh— this is Annabeth Quest?!" LIKE he it pissed me off that Annabeth was swept to rhe side as Percy's lvoe interest giving her knly enough personality and stary to make her jnteredting enough to eb loved but never delving jntk it into Mark kf Athena and even at Mark of Athena it all rounded back tk her and Percy's relationship LIKE JESUS CHRIST DO THESE MFERS PASS THE BELLDAN TEST?!

The low key incest at the beginning ricj writing that all the demigods had the same impish features at rhe start and then.. jsut.. CHSNGING IT?!

Not letting a virgin goddess who has no history of having children have.. children.. NOW you may be wondering 'but then how would we get Annabeth?'— JUST GiVE ATHENA HER FAVOURITE CHOSEN PPL LIKE SHE DID WITH ODYSSEUS let her stay childless. Jsut let her choose some children she'd like as hers wonce they're Bron and she then blesses them as her heroes, that's how she treats them any way and it also gets rid of the incest?!

Also the fact it's implied that Annabeth is only smart becuz she's a child of Athena.. Rick made a virgin goddess technically have children so he can have a smart women character and that's just.. EuGGHHhHHh JUST LET HER BE SMART IT NOT THAT HARD "Oh, no, I'm not smart because Athena chose me.. Athena chose me because I was already smart" Smacks you with common fucking sense.

Also Annabeth ALWAYS needing to eb saves and its always done by a man. OMFG AND GROVES GF DHE HAS NO PERSONALITY OUTSIDE OF BEING SOEM GUSY GF EVEN THOUGH HES GONE FOR MKNTHS AND BAREKY CONTAXTS HER?!

The whole apheodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin. The whole aphrodite cabin.

The fact it's clear Rick doesn't think girly girls cant be strong or into fighting or able to wield a fuckign weapon. The way he makes nearly every girly girl into a total mean bitch or ruins their characters.

[atsucry]

Take a Break

synopsis: Hange is a little too immersed in their study of titans.

Hange Zoë x gn!reader

my only warning is that this might be a little ooc

tags: no smut, fluff

You and Hange have been doing well in your relationship, but lately, they've been cooped up either in their office or in a tent near the captured Titans—Sawney and Bean, as Hange calls them. They loomed over their desk all day, surrounded by scattered papers filled with doodles and writings. You worry that they'll stress themselves to death if they keep going like this—not that you disapprove of their passion or projects, far from it.

Determined to bring Hange back to reality, you march toward the camp with a lamp in hand, your hood pulled over your head. It's already past seven, and they haven't retreated yet—too focused on their research to even remember to do so.

As you approach, there were two massive marquees made especially for the Titans. Their groans rumble from within, they sleep like any other creature. You continue on to find Hange. It’s obvious where they were; a singular tent has light spilling out, and you can hear their fast murmuring from within.

Pulling back the entrance to face them, but their back is turned to you. Their hair tousled, likely from pulling and tugging at it out of frustration—that’s your best guess.

Hange jerks their head toward you, surprised, though their face also holds a sorry look. They turn fully to face you.

"Ah—Hi!—Hey…" Hange starts.

"...I apologize, but…I really can't leave this alone—"

"There’s always tomorrow," you say, knowing that convincing someone like Hange won’t be an easy task. "Come rest for the night."

"Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Plus—" the scientist turned back to their work, "It's not that this research is being forced on me, this is my passion and I choose to spend sleepless nights to understand these creatures." Hange beckons you to have a closer look at their discoveries on paper.

You close the curtain behind you, giving the conversation a bit more privacy.

You step a little closer before speaking out,

"Even the most passionate people let their projects rest. That spark isn't going anywhere, you understand this, yes?"

"Of course I do but—"

"That drive you have will eventually lead to your doom someday. And then who else would be suitable to fill in your role if you did? Let it rest."

They seemed to mull over your words for a bit. Hopefully, this will knock their brain back into place—without all the parts littered around in that skull of theirs. Leaning back into their desk, they prop themselves on their elbows and sigh in defeat. Taking a seat, and massaging the bridge of their nose.

The usually eccentric and intense squad leader stood in front of you, in the calmest state you've seen them in. Maybe not the calmest but the quietest.

"I'm sorry…if I worried you there." your partner spoke up, looking you in the eye as they said this. "But if that's what you want…I can't exactly refuse anything from you either." they said giving a lighthearted chuckle at the end.

"...So, will you?"

"It wouldn't kill me to take a break once in a while! Let's go."

They'd gone back to their energetic persona, pulling up their hood and grabbing the nearby handheld lamp, turning off the previous desk lamp to drown the area in darkness after keeping all of their things in one box.

"Titans really are incredible, aren't they?"

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth, glad that you'd have been able to persuade them into setting everything down.

Before retreating back to the barracks, Hange had to say goodnight to their titans, of course.

"Goodnight, Sawney, bean!"

You gave a warm smile, facing you, hange did the same.

"Titans really are incredible, aren't they?"

Note: Gusy this is my first fanfic im so scared. This is obviously not proofread so...

RAHHGGAHH writing romance feels new to me idk idk how to portray romantic feelings all that well so im jst experimenting for now...

[admirableadmiranda]

You know how a human soul consists of the hun and po? Does the same concept apply to animals? Or is it different?

Im asking this because I wanna know if its possible for Wei Wuxian to raise dead animals and plants.

As far as I can understand, and I am no scholar so it would be good for you to go and double check as well instead of just relying on me, the magnitude of the soul is dependent on what you were reincarnated into in your current life. Animals have it, but it’s different from humans and their resentment has to be harnessed in different ways.

I will say that WWX probably can’t just for the sole reason of his speech to LQR in the CR lectures arc, because he specifies the four types of monster they could run into: a yao which is a corrupted living animal or spirit, a mo which is a corrupted living human, a gui which is a corrupted deceased human, and a guai which is a corrupted deceased non human. WWX’s guidao is specificslly focused on working with gui and their energy, not any of the others, which is a very important distinction because modao is very much a harmful form of cultivation and despite the title of the book, not something he is willing or able to do.

As it stands in canon, WWX is most likely limited to specifically gui, but an au where he chooses to specialize in a different direction, he could possibly pick up gusi instead. I would definitely suggest you do further research yourself though, rather than relying on mine. I am by no means a definitive source on this, just someone who likes to read and learn new things.

[starliights-shining]

can i request idw or g1 prowl making a fool (affectionate) of himself trying to find out if reader is available/single or not without asking directly

Hiii montyyyy! Yes you can request, anything for you Dear! I hope this is what you were looking for! I love Prowl! I havn't slept but I felt bad for not posting last night, So you gusy can have this. ILOVEPROWL! Anyways, Enjoy :)

Pairings: IDW/G1! Prowl x Cybertronian! Reader

Warnings: None, a simple sorry for it being bad and short,

He was curious, far too curious for someone who claimed to not have romantic interests. Cobalt blue optics scanning your face, as your digits came to a stop on the data pad you were typing on. You looked up at the cop themed mech, a questioning look as you attempted to come up with an answer. Your lips parted then closed, you looked at Jazz who stood in a doorway, cheesy smile on his face and arms crossed over his chassis.

“What?” 

Is all you were able to come up with in that second. He looked away, nervously before chuckling. Not a word said between you two as he retreated to the blue visored bot in the doorway. You scoffed, it was like being in training all over again. The odd bot or mech trying to hint at something, but it being so out of nowhere, you acted like you didn’t know what they were talking about. You looked back at the report you were typing, reading the last sentence before your processor went back to Prowl. You shook your helm before going back to your report. 

Things like this happened often, far too often. Prowl asking you to read over his reports, even after having someone else read over them. He's asked you out to Swerve’s, with every bots optics placed on you, all for you to decline. Many more advanced like this, you just thought he was trying to be friendly, that was until you were with a close friend. 

You sat with a metal makeshift Earth flower twirling between your digits, the idea was to always have that one Earth flower forever immortalized, forever lasting, unlike its original. 

“Did Prowl give that to you?” 

You drag your optics from the flower to them, their optics looking at you in waiting. You just sighed, looking back at it. A simple nod was your answer as your wrist went limp and you slumped against the railing. The bright neon glow lighting you up. 

“I don’t know why he keeps doing things like, ‘I’m not going to ask’ ways.” 

You mimicked his voice, shaking your helm in the process to further drive you point.

“He can just ask, it’s not like he hasn’t talked to me every single day!” 

You saw them straighten up in your peripheral view, resting their back against the railing and leaning their helm back. 

“Sooo, you’re just letting him do this until he gets the bolts to ask you actually.” 

You smiled, getting up from your position on the railing, you were. You had him playing this simply because it looked like a love struck fool in front of every other bot. 

“And if I was?” 

They laughed, optics moving to give you a side eye look. 

“You’re sick, I knew you weren’t that clueless.”

You knew it wouldn’t last forever, but it was nice seeing the one bot you actually thought could be a romantic interest acting differently, even if it meant busting his pride and ego. 

“He’s cute when he’s like that. It was probably Jazz who told him to not ask directly anyways.” 

They hummed in agreement, their helm picking up when someone walked by, a mischievous smile coming across their face. They turned around, mimicking your position and moving closer. 

“How long did you plan on keeping this going?” 

You shrugged, you didn’t think he’d last this long. Your digits twirled the metal flower, you were going to say something the second time, but he just made such a fool of himself, it took you by surprise. You had thought about how you’d tell him, you were in fact very single, so single you were looking for anyone but him. His red forehead crest and those striking blue optics, even if you tried nothing would compare to the way you felt first seeing that combo. A combo so familiar, no one else could match it. 

“Hellooooooo! Are you there?” 

A servo was being waved in front of your helm, you blinked, looking towards its owner, a cheeky smile on their face as their optics switched between yours and whatever was behind you. Behind you, oh primus, what's behind you? You turned slowly, optics meeting the same admiral blues and cardinal crest that rest above them, staring into you. A friendly smile placed underneath them, almost not noticeable if you weren’t so close. So close, you were only inches away from the mech, you could kiss him, kiss him, that's what you're thinking about right now. 

“Hello, I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Light gray servos grabbing at the sides of your arms. His optics trail from yours down to your chin and then back up. You were awestruck, far too close to him then you needed to be, it was frying your circuit boards. Your optics only saw his, the little blue glow that shined under them, they way they just gazed at you when he spoke, spoke he spoke to you, he's speaking to you. 

“Hey, ya still with me?” 

His grip on your arms tightened, you could feel his digits rubbing back and forth, almost like trying to calm you, coax you out of whatever frozen moment you were having. You blinked up at him, you blinked several times before you spoke. 

“Yeah, yeah, I'm here.” 

You looked over your shoulder to see if your friend was still there, they were gone, it took a few clicks and they were gone. You looked back to the mech who still had a grip on you. 

“How can I help you,” 

He flashed you a wide smile, the same one he does before he’s about to ask you some random question that doesn’t correlate to your love life but it's almost there if you squint. 

“Got plans for that flower tonight?” 

You watched his helm tilt just a bit down to the metal flower that was in the gap between you two. Your optics look down, a smile on your face, maybe this is the time you tell him. He seems to be getting touchy feely with you, and if it lasts any longer you might fade into the universe. 

“You got something in mind?” 

He chuckled, you could feel the vibrations from his servos that were still placed on your arms. Your optics scanning his face, any sign to turn down and not say yes to whatever he’s going to propose. 

“Maybe, a dinner with me and some fun afterwards.” 

There was a glint in his optics, like it was him hoping you’d say yes. Just this one time, he’d make it worth your while and then he won’t have to keep asking these silly indirect questions, simply because Jazz said it works, when it took him far too long to get here, this close to you. Servos touching after passing datapads and holding doors and pulling you out of the way, was different. This time his servos landed somewhere that isn’t your own, and you didn’t pull away immediately or matter of fact at all. It was progress, so much progress he thought he broke you, broke your pretty little plating and scared your spark away.

“You know what, Officer! I don’t believe I have plans with this lovely flower you gifted me. How about I show it off at Dinner with you!” 

You watched his optics swirl, their admiral blue reigniting with something different, lust? hope? happiness? You don’t know, you just felt happy to finally have him stop his cheesy Jazz  ways about asking if you were single. 

“Soo, You are single.” 

You laughed, your free servo coming up to hold the side of his helm. 

“Do you think a taken bot would accept gifts that aren't from their significant other?” 

He hums, closing his optics and leaning a bit into your touch. You make a fair point, just a fair point he doesn’t dare disagree, just slightly leans into your servo. He could care less about disagreeing with you, he finally had the answer he had always been looking for and you were going to be his. His one and only. 

[weak4skz]

Hope is For Suckers

Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, idol au

Summary: Han and y/n have been friends since before they remember. But what happens if their friendship is severed by an unfortunate situation and Han goes off to be an idol while y/n is in college. When they connect through a mutual friend, what happens then?

Word Count: 1.3k (sorry it's short I'm just trying to get this chapter out)

CHAPTER WARNINGS: eating disorder, negative self talk/thoughts, body dysorphia, a lot of feelings, panic attack

NOT PROOF READ!!!

THIS IS NOT AN ACCURATE REPRESTATION OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED IN THE FIC

A/N: Sorry for the really late update. I've been really busy and haven't been really motivated to write. I might but HIFS on hiatus until July but idk yet. Thank you for all the support though, I really appreciate it

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this is my current taglist. if your name is in read it means I can't tag you. also please comment if you would like to be added

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When we pull into Chan’s designated parking spot I’m so nervous I could puke. 

“Hey,” Chan says, gently putting a hand on my knee to stop its bouncing. “They’ll all love you just as much as I do. But if you still want to go home I’ll drive you ‘kay?”

“No, I want to meet them.” I force out of my mouth. He just nods and we both get out of the car and begin to walk towards the door. When he opens it, the first thing I notice is the smell of freshly baked brownies. Then, I hear yelling and laughing coming from the living room.

“YOU landed on MY property. PAY ME THE DANG FINE.” 

Then I fear another voice scream

“YOU’RE IN JAIL! I’M NOT GIVING MONEY TO A CRIMINAL.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PLAY!!!” the first screams.

All of this over a game of monopoly? 

“Boys” I mutter with a playful roll of my eyes. “I know right” Chan responds with a small smile.

Chan leads me to the living room. “Hey guys” he greets the six men casually.

“Hey Chan hyung.” one with mid length dark hair and glasses responds. “Who’s that?” he asks, pointing to me.

“This is Y/n. She’s a good friend of mine and older than half of you so show some manners and introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Jeongin” glasses says.

“Seungmin”

“I’m Felix”

“I’m sexy king Hyunjin”

“Man shut up.” the shortest says with a small laugh, “I’m Changbin”

“I’m Minho”

Then they go around again and tell me their ages. But I thought Chan told me they’re were eight members in his group? As I finish my thought, someone bursts in through the door.

“‘Sorry I’m late guys. Oh hi… what’s your name? I’m…”

“Han?”

There is a pause, a moment of silence, and for a second I regret saying anything.

“Uh yea, I’m Han Jisung. How did you know my name?”

“Chan talks about you gusy all the time. I just assumed it was you because you were the only one missing. I’m Y/n''

oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh there is no way HAN JISUNG the man who is (partially) responsible for my villain backstory is the eighth member of Chan’s band

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick” I say, trying to excuse myself from the source of my impending panic attack. I speed walk to Chan’s bathroom and lock the door behind me. Once I get the feeling that I’m safe, I slide my back down the door and sit on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and burying my head between them. Then I try to regulate my breathing before I start hyperventilating.

Breath in, one two three, breath out. Breath in, one two three, breath out

I repeat it over anad over again until my breathing is as regulated as it is going to get. Then, I get up and fix my mascara and blot away the bits that escaped with my tears.

I walk out of the bathroom and find Chan alone in the kitchen. “Hey Chan, I’m feeling kind of sick so I think I’m going to head home.” 

“Are you okay? You were fine when we were at lunch.” he looked concerned. Great, now I feel bad for lying

“I just got really bad cramps out of nowhere. And you know I get crabby wehen I don’t feel very well.” I try to end the conversation quickly so he doesn’t catch me lying. “Oh, I didn’t know you were on your period. I would have just brought lunch to your place. Let me go get my keys so I can get you home, kay?” 

My period? Ohhhh, he thinks I’m on my period. Thank God he thought I was on my dperiod because I hadn’t thought that far into my lie. While celebrating that little victory, Han walks into the kitchen. 

“Oh hey. I saw you were looking sick and I wanted to come check up on you” he said while grabbing a soda from the fridge. “Yea I just have really bad cramps.” I lied again.

“That sucks,” he started, taking a sip of his fanta. “Hey, I was just wondering if you went to Fairview High School. You kinda look like this girl I used to hang out with.”

“Uh yeah, I went there. I thought I knew you from somewhere but I couldn’t tell.” I responded. ‘A girl I used to hang out with’ huh. Was I really the only one that was thinking about our relationship for the past seven years. Not gonna lie, that kind of hurt. Because up to a couple moments ago I thought very highly of Han, I still considered him a friend. Because he had been my only friend for so long, I sort of held hope that he would be my friend forever. But I was too naive, I should have known he would forget me. I mean, I’m not that memorable; but I thought I would at least be more than a girl he ‘used to hang out with.’

Not a moment later, Chan comes back into the kitchen with my shoes. “Oh, hey Han. The kids are waiting for you so they can start a new game of uno.”

“Ok. Nice catching up with you Y/N.” I mustered the nicest smile I could at the moment and responded with a bitter ‘you too’ before moving to hop off the counter to put on my shoes. 

Chan holds me down by my knees and kneels down to lace up my converse himself. “What were you guys talking about?” he asked after tying the first shoe. “We used to go to the same highschool.”

“Cool, were you guys friends?” Chan asks, now finished with tying both shoes. “I thought so” I mumble, mostly to myself. 

[trrickytickle]

lee zoro hcs, perhaps?

Roronoa Zoro- lee headcanons :3

Zoro is such a cute lee. I don't know, it's something about his gruff personality, enduring training, and his funny moments that makes him someone who would be ticklish. I hope it's canon because ITS SO CUTE. IM GONNA COME TO ODAS MAILBOX AND SEND HIM A LETTER ABOUT HOW TICKLISH EVERY STRAW HAT IS AND IM GONNA MAKE ***SURE*** IT SHOWS UP IN THE SBS.

I think Zoro is really ticklish under his arms because ticklish armpits are cute. I also think he is bad on his abs, because.... they're like really strong and he can't really defend against that type of attack he didn't train for it. He's also really good at tolerating tickles, as in he can hold in laughter for a long long time because he's just an enduring guy like that. He's SOOOOO cute.... Anyways, each Straw Hat targets him but, not too often, if that make sense. WELL, very often for some, like Luffy. I think Luffy basically just likes to tickle everyone, he's so smiley, fun and bouncy, and he gets tickled back just as much because he probably wants to be as well. Zoro's probably annoyed by Luffy always tickling him, usually when he's training or when he's just napping alone or he needs to be woken up from his long naps. (Luffy also take naps, so Zoro probably returns that favor to him... but he wouldn't be caught DEAD doing that). Sanji does NOT want to touch Zoro because of their rivalry, but you best believe when he found out he was ticklish, he would gloat and tease him by poking him, wiggling his fingers in his face, and using it as LEVERAGE. Zoro then retaliates by cussing him out- I don't really think Zoro would take the initiative to tickle Sanji- *COLLECTIVE CROWD BOOING* BUT *COLLECTIVE YAYING* I think that he would once he reaches that BREAKING POINT of being goaded. Nami will tickle Zoro and use it as blackmail or extortion. She can and will extort berries out of him, threaten to show snail videos of him being tickled, and all that jazz. She is all about that hustle. Her nimble fingers and knowledge of mapmaking make her terrifying as a ler, but since Zoro is so strong, revenge is easy- but not often had because he gets TAXED for it.

Chopper tickles Zoro by accident usually when fixing him up, much like in one of my FAVE TICKLE FICS EVER, "Part of the treatment". Zoro, being much softer on the reindeer, is more lenient of his tickling, which can lead to his doing it on PURPOSE HEHEHEHEHE and both of them keep it a secret that Chopper can tickle him it's PRETTY PRIVELEGE. Robin.... well she tickles Zoro on PURPOSE. He is among top 4 tickle targets, Luffy for being goofy, Usopp for also being goofy, Chopper for being cute, and ZORO for being so so so so mr not smiley serious face all the time. This is also like in one of my fav fanfics, "happy".... UP THE TK COMMUNITY BC IM TBH JUST SHARING EVEWRYONES FANFICS. and like.... it makes sense for robin to tickle zoro just look at this . Franky prob doesn't tickle zoro often, and I really got nothing to say abt brook and jimbe... SAWRY but i wanna make hcs for franky brook and jimbe. I LOVE ONE PIEEEEEEEEECEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND I WANNA TCKLE HIS ARMPITS BYE GUSY I HOPE U LIKED THIS LIKE AND SUBSRCIBE

[seashoreships]

thought about indie games for a minute. the autism is taking over

ramble below vv ——————

oh kay guys... okay so. i really really love Dont Escape 4 like guys you dont understand i dont have the urge to draw them rlly but like. who else will amiright. they are pixels BUT ERHHRRFGG they deserve so much more the game the characters GUYS pleas pleaspelewade. AGH

Basic synopsis of the game for those who have no idea what im talking about (most of you i think) : you play as this man named David. You are set in a wasteland, and the goal of the game is to escape Earth somehow. oh. btw the moon is split in half and is quickly making its way down to crush Earth. Along your journey you meet Cate, Cody, and Barry.

Thats all i’ll really say about the game grr its better if you watch a playthrough or play the game yourself trust guys its really good..!!!!!!

yall know another game i reallyy likkweee do yoiuuu do youuuuu

no you donf i dont talk about it on tumblr but i am in LOVE with the game Papers Please and guys. guys hear me out:

Papers Please / Dont Escape 4 crossover

there’s like 8 bajillion people in the world at least one of us can make it happen. guys gugs imgjsys hist gust gusy guys im going insane. bonkers. swnd help

[avrmee]

Family? - Simon "Ghost" Riley

Summary: The 141 task force finds out about you

Warnings: Nothing really, just some swear words here and there, bad writing

It started out with little things that the team started to noticed. Ghost wasn't at the base for a week. Since it wasn't anything new, no one questioned it.

But this time something was different.

When Ghost came back he smelled very feminine, like vanilla or something. He had some pink and gold glitter on him here and there but most important of all, he had a small photo in his front pocket of his vest.

You couldn't see the picture since it was facing ghost but the task force wanted to know what it was since he rarely shared anything about his personal life. And that photo was like seeing ankles for the first time in the 1890's.

Soap and Gaz were the nosey ones, Price didn't really care because he had somewhat of an idea of what was happening. I mean he has seen you once but not really talked to you cause it wasn't his business

At the moment they were on a plane on the way to the airport to go home after a long and brutal mission. Ghost was sitting next to Price and Soap and Gaz were sitting in front of them playing thumb war.

The plane ride was about 5 hours long and to say ghost was tired was an understatement. Soap and Gaz were asking him questions about everything the whole time so when the plane landed he let out a sigh of relief.

He loves them, even though he would never admit it but they were annoying. Like those little brothers who wouldn't leave you alone the second they hear something about you and a girl

There were a few people there, mostly Gaz, price and soaps own families. There was one family though that they haven't seen ever. A woman, a little boy about 6 or 7 with a baseball hat that said the walking dead and a little girl that's about 4, he blonde hair in pigtails with flower hair clips and purple string around the hair tie.

It was odd but they didn't say anything until Ghost was the first person to get out of the plane. Gaz, Price and Soap saw him walk fast to the small family. They looked at each other before turning their attention back to the scene unfold

They were shocked to say the least when the boy and girl ran up to him and jumped into his arms. It was a cute sight to see but confusing none the less.

The team haven't really seen Simon's face much but they still know what he looks like especially his eyes. Both his son and daughter has his eyes. His daughter though has his blonde hair and lashes.

In the corner of their eyes they saw a women there standing with a soft content smile. A few tears in her eyes. But what caught their attention the most was a bump. A baby bumb

Simon was expecting his 3rd kid. "I'll hand it to him Cap. Tha' man has game" Gaz said out of nowhere making him laugh. "I jus' wanted to say that!" Soap said with a chuckle.

When they turned their attention back back to you guys they saw how you pulled up Simon's mask just a little above his lips. They saw how you guys leaned in and share an affectionate kiss.

When you pulled away from each other Simon squatted a bit to give your swollen belly a kiss.

They all watched in amazement on how Simon could be such a softie. Their attention was cut short when Soap's phone rang.

Simon was calling him

Confused, Johnny answered and put it on speaker.

"You three stop staring at my wife and kids. It's creepy. If you want to meet them then there's a dinner Tomorrow night at my house. I'll send the address. Be there at 5." Simon said before hanging up.

it's not the best cause I wrote it in a rush but yeah hope you gusy enjoy

Please request something I don't mind

HAVE A NICE DAY ❤❤

[connorspot]

hi gguys this is an intro

sooooo iill be posting drawings :333

About me is uhhhhhhhhh idk I write like shit onda purpose, name's Zachary but most people call me Zac :33333, pronouns are he/him/she, im a theater kid, I mostly will be publishing art about

Dear evan hansen, the greatest showman, Something rotten (I know you people in this fandom are still alive pls), Nerdy prudes must die, the Guy who didnt like musicals and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maybe other musical theater art stuff idk what else to put in here so uhm uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hope yall people enjoy my art since its too bad, ill bé posting my art soon djjsjskdbsj I PROMISE I WILL. Whatever bye gusy

Btw pls ask to be moots I dont have moots here PLS.