#ASS WORMS R REAL

[kokoschlopper]

IT’S REAL!!! @meanie--zucchini BROUGHT IT TO LIFE—���🩷🩷 PLZ SUPPORT THEM!!

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[misaerabl]

WHERE THE COFFEE IS ALWAYS HOT

(Diner Owner Abby x Single Mom Reader Headcanons / Inspired by Luke Danes and Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls)

!!Includes SFW and NSFW!! CW: wc... 2.7k - hc's, fluff, rough, real long and dirty tbh, mentions of both of you having partners before getting together, tension, morning sex, diner counter fucking, shower sex, face sitting, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (a!receiving) mostly top butch abby

SFW

Grumpy Abby, Sunshine You: Abby Anderson—the butch, no-nonsense, grease-stained, and flannel-clad diner owner—is known for her deadpan humor, perpetual scowl, and habit of cleaning a perfectly clean countertop just to avoid small talk. Meanwhile, you’re the charming, chatty regular who somehow worms your way into her life. You stroll in every morning, all bright-eyed with your kid in tow, talking her ear off about your chaotic work schedule or your latest attempt at cooking something other than boxed mac and cheese. Abby pretends to be annoyed, tossing out a gruff, “You ever shut up?” but she secretly looks forward to your rambling.

Saturday Breakfast Tradition: Every Saturday morning, you and your 9-year-old daughter settle into your usual booth—the one near the window, where the sun hits perfectly. Your kid demands a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a pancake shaped like a dinosaur (even though it always ends up looking more like a deformed blob). Abby, with a playful eye roll, dutifully delivers, never once mentioning how misshapen the pancake actually is. She even drizzles syrup around it like a moat, just to make your daughter giggle.

You and Abby have your own language of banter, a constant push-and-pull that keeps everyone in the diner entertained.

You: “Is the coffee supposed to be this bitter, or is this just a reflection of your personality?” Abby: (deadpan) “You want sugar or are you just gonna keep being a pain in my ass?” You: (grinning) “What’s the difference?” Her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smirk, but you catch the subtle dimples anyway.

Your kid picks up on the playful bickering and joins in.

Your daughter: (innocently) “Abby, why are you always so grumpy?” Abby: (mock scowl) “Because some kid makes me make weird pancakes every week.” Your daughter: (smugly) “You love it.”

Late-Night Diner Visits: On your worst days, you find yourself at the diner long after closing. Abby, still wiping down tables in her usual rolled-up sleeves and worn-out jeans, lets you in without a word. She makes you a grilled cheese and sits with you in the dimly lit diner, quietly nursing a beer while you vent about work or single-parent struggles. She never says much, just listens with a steady presence. When you get too tired to talk, she squeezes your hand, calloused fingers firm but gentle, and you swear she holds on just a little longer than necessary.

The Handywoman:

Abby, ever the butch handyman, becomes your unofficial repairwoman. When your kitchen sink leaks or your window frame sticks, she’s at your place with her toolbox before you even finish describing the problem. She grumbles under her breath the whole time—mocking your “shoddy” faucet and declaring your window “a lost cause”—but she fixes it anyway. You offer to pay her, but she just smirks and says, “You cook. I fix. Deal?”

You often come home to find tiny repairs you didn’t even ask for—a newly patched wall, a freshly oiled door hinge. She never mentions it, but you always notice.

Abby and Your Kid: Abby is a total softie for your daughter. She teaches her how to tie proper knots, use a wrench, and change a bike tire. Your kid starts bragging to her friends, proudly declaring, “My mom’s friend can fix anything.” Sometimes, Abby lets her help at the diner—letting her sprinkle cheese on burgers or pretend to take your order with a notepad.

When your daughter gets sick, Abby shows up with a fresh batch of soup and a stuffed dinosaur she won at the county fair, grumbling about how she “just had it lying around,” even though you’re pretty sure she spent an hour trying to win it.

Jealous Abby: The first time you go on a date, Abby is grumpier than usual. She slams plates onto tables a little too hard and glares at the poor bastard sitting across from you through the diner window. When you return, she doesn’t ask how it went. Instead, she casually mutters, “Your taste in men sucks.”

The Girlfriend Phase: For a brief, painful period, Abby dates someone. The woman is conventionally pretty—stylish, delicate hands, perfect makeup—and she clearly doesn’t like you. She gives you the cold shoulder and glares when she catches Abby sneaking smiles at you from behind the counter.

One night, you find Abby on your porch, beer in hand, freshly broken up. “She didn’t like the people I care about,” she mutters. She won’t meet your eyes, but her knuckles brush yours on the porch swing, and you feel your heart stutter.

The First Kiss: It happens after months of unresolved tension—after late-night repair visits, lingering stares, and brushes of her fingers against yours. One evening, Abby is fixing a leaky faucet in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, arms slick with water. When she finally finishes, she leans back on her heels and grins smugly.

“What would you do without me?” she teases, wiping her hands on a rag.

Without thinking, you grab her wrist and tug her toward you. You kiss her—slow, lingering, and deliberate. Abby freezes for half a second before she melts into you, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. When you pull back, breathless, she presses her forehead against yours and chuckles softly.

“Finally,” she whispers, before kissing you again.

Your Daughter’s Adorable Reaction: You try to be subtle at first, keeping your newfound relationship quiet. But your daughter catches you sooner than expected. One morning, she strolls into the kitchen and finds Abby pressed against the counter, your hands in her hair, lips locked.

Your daughter: (deadpan) “Umm… are you guys kissing?” You and Abby freeze, eyes wide. Abby: (awkwardly) “Uh… yeah.” Your daughter just shrugs and grins. “Cool. Does this mean Abby can sleep over all the time now?”

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Kitchen Counter Chaos: One night, you stop by the diner after hours to thank Abby for fixing your broken window. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, she’s pinning you to the counter, her strong arms bracketing you in. Her rough hands slide under your shirt, tugging it over your head, and her mouth trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You dig your fingers into her short hair as she pulls your legs around her waist, her hips grinding against yours. The countertop digs into your back, but you barely notice with her between your thighs.

Lazy Morning Sex: When Abby sleeps over, she wakes early but doesn’t leave the bed. Instead, she rolls you onto your stomach, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder blades. Her hand slowly drifts beneath your shirt, palm splayed across your stomach, fingers trailing lower. She takes her time, slow and deliberate, until you’re trembling beneath her.

Possessive Words: After confessing how jealous you were of her ex, Abby pins you against the wall, her breath hot against your ear. “You could’ve just said you wanted me,” she murmurs darkly before kissing you roughly. Her fingers curl around the back of your neck, voice low and possessive. “You’re mine. Got it?”

Sweaty, Greasy, & Gorgeous:

You have a not-so-secret thing for Abby fresh from working—a grease stain on her cheek, arms flexing in her white tank. She’s halfway through kicking off her boots when you grab her by the tool belt and pull her onto the couch, kissing her hard enough to make her groan against your lips, and everytime without fail, it ends in you on your knees, face buried between her legs as your toungue laps on her pussy.

Rough, Desperate, Can’t-Wait Sex:

One night, after the diner closes, you’re helping Abby clean up. You’re wiping down a table, and she’s behind the counter, her gaze dark and heavy as she watches you bend over ever so slightly. The tension is palpable—the kind that’s been simmering for weeks. Finally, she snaps. Without a word, she grabs your wrist and drags you into the back storage room. She slams the door shut and presses you against the wall, her lips crashing against yours with raw, unrestrained hunger.

Her hands are rough and desperate as they push your pants down, knuckles grazing your thighs. Her mouth is on your neck, biting and sucking, leaving faint bruises as she growls low against your skin. “Why do you have to be so damn gorgeous?” she pants, voice husky. She doesn’t waste time with teasing—she’s already dropping to her knees, lips trailing down your stomach as she hooks your legs over her shoulders, holding you in place with a bruising grip.

Her mouth is hot and relentless, making you squirm against the wall. When you tug at her hair, she groans into you, the vibration making you shudder. Her fingers are rough with callouses as they curl inside you, moving with purpose. She doesn't stop until your legs are shaking and you’re clinging to her broad shoulders, gasping her name like a prayer.

Kitchen Table:

It’s late, and Abby’s at your place after fixing your leaky faucet. She’s still in her flannel, the sleeves rolled up, and she’s leaning against your counter, arms crossed, watching you with a lazy smirk. You’re leaning over the kitchen table, cleaning up your daughter’s craft supplies, when you feel her warm breath against your neck.

“You should’ve asked me to fix you instead,” she mutters, voice low and gravelly.

Before you can retort, her hands are on your hips, guiding you back against her. She’s firm but careful, holding you in place, her lips teasing along the shell of your ear. When you push your hips back against her, she groans, hands tightening possessively.

She bends you over the kitchen table, sliding your shorts down with slow, deliberate movements. Her hands are rough—calloused and slightly scraped from all the repair work—and they feel so good gripping your thighs. She doesn’t hold back, fingers thrusting into you with an almost punishing pace, making you gasp and clutch the edge of the table.

Her voice is gravelly in your ear as she mutters, “You take it so fucking good for me.” When you moan her name, she smirks against your neck and growls, “Louder. Let me hear you.”

Over the Diner Counter:

You show up at the diner after hours, wearing one of Abby’s flannels over nothing but your underwear. She’s leaning against the counter, cleaning a mug, but her eyes lock onto you the second you walk in. Her pupils darken as she slowly sets the mug down, wiping her hands on a rag.

“You’re gonna regret that,” she mutters darkly, her voice low and raspy.

You saunter over, leaning against the counter, giving her a teasing smirk. Before you know it, she’s grabbing your wrist and hauling you over the counter. Your back hits the cool surface as she wedges herself between your legs, pulling the flannel open with one swift tug. Her lips are on you instantly—hot, possessive kisses that leave you breathless.

She doesn’t waste time. Her hands are everywhere—gripping your thighs, squeezing your hips. When she pushes two fingers into you, she watches your face with that cocky, satisfied smirk. “You’re so wet for me already,” she growls against your jaw. Her pace is rough and unrelenting, her fingers moving with purpose, hitting that spot that makes you arch off the counter.

When you whimper her name, she grips your jaw, forcing you to look at her. “Eyes on me, baby,” she commands, her voice rough with need. She doesn’t let you look away, holding your gaze as she makes you fall apart beneath her.

Shower Sex – Steamy and Wet:

After a long, sweaty day at the diner, Abby shows up at your place. Her white tank is clinging to her back, her hair damp from running her hands through it, and she smells faintly of motor oil and wood smoke. You drag her into the shower without a second thought, stripping her down and pulling her under the hot spray.

The second the water hits her skin, she’s all over you—backing you against the tiles, her lips trailing down your wet skin. She drops to her knees, her hands spreading your thighs apart, and she kisses the inside of your thighs with slow, teasing nips. When you whine her name, she smirks up at you, droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes.

Her tongue is slow and deliberate at first—long, languid strokes that make your legs tremble. When you clutch her damp hair, she groans against you, gripping your hips tighter. Her fingers leave bruises on your thighs as she holds you still, devouring you with a maddening rhythm that makes your legs buckle.

When you tug her up by her wet hair, desperate for her lips, she presses you into the wall and slides her thigh between your legs. Her voice is rough in your ear as she growls, “Ride me.” The friction of her strong thigh against you is almost too much, and when she grips your ass with both hands, pulling you harder against her, you come undone with a cry muffled by her kiss.

Wall-Fucking, Abby Style:

You show up at the diner wearing a little sundress—short enough to drive Abby absolutely feral. She watches you flit around the place, talking to other customers, flashing smiles that should be hers. By the time you get up to leave, Abby’s practically vibrating with jealousy.

The second you’re out of sight, she grabs your wrist and drags you into the alley behind the diner. She presses you against the brick wall, caging you in with her broad frame. Her lips crash against yours, hot and possessive.

“You like driving me crazy, huh?” she mutters against your mouth.

Her hands yank up your dress, bunching the fabric at your waist. She hikes your leg around her hip, her strong thigh pressing between yours. Her fingers are rough and desperate as they slide inside you, and she growls low in your ear,

“You’re mine. No one else gets to see you like this.”

She fucks you against the wall with raw need, her pace relentless. When you dig your nails into her back, she grunts in satisfaction, grinding her hips against yours as she pushes you higher and higher. When you finally cry out her name, she smirks wickedly and presses her lips against your throat,

“That’s it, baby. Let everyone hear who you belong to.”

Face-Sitting:

You’re sprawled out on Abby’s bed, legs spread, breathless and needy. She stands at the edge of the bed, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, looking down at you with that cocky smirk.

“You’re gonna ride my face,” she growls, gripping your hips and pulling you onto her. She lies back, hands firmly gripping your thighs, keeping you in place.

She doesn’t let you be shy—she pulls you down onto her tongue with firm hands, growling when you try to squirm away. Her tongue is relentless—slow at first, then fast and needy, flicking and curling in perfect rhythm. Her rough, calloused fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

“Don’t run from it,” she groans against you. “I wanna feel you fall apart on me.”

When you finally come undone, legs trembling around her head, she holds you there, keeping you riding her through the aftershocks. And when you collapse, breathless and boneless, she grins smugly from between your legs, her face flushed and slick with you.

[makeucrawl]

“Confession”

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It had started, like so many of the great headaches of Father Easterman’s life, with being assigned some duty that another was shirking. In this case: an older priest needed his confessional covered due to some “previous commitment.”

It was curious how a 60 something-year-old priest could have a “previous commitment” on a Sunday afternoon, given that his Sundays had been pretty well committed now for longer than Hendrick’s been around. But hey. Who was he to deny an old man his weekend pleasures.

It’s not like Hendrick would have done anything besides reading at home alone anyway and it was a place he’s done service for many times.

So he gave the stray cat an extra large bowl of kibble on his way out, ran his own service at the little church on the South side of town, then hopped into his car and drove to the cathedral.

It was hour three when the stranger came in.

“Bless me Father,” he started practically before his ass was even seated, “for I have really, really sinned.”

“Hah,” for some reason, it pulled a little half-formed laugh out of him, clearing his throat he said, “How long has it been since your last confession?”

Past the grate, the stranger hummed, “mm, a longtime, to be honest.”

“How long?” There was a pause, so Father Easterman continued, “You don't need to be ashamed of it. It’s good that you’re here. But how long it’s been, and what kept you away, might figure into the penance-“

“Well~” The stranger’s southern drawl was heavy as he spoke. “I guess the reason I’ve been avoiding churches sort of has to do with what I need to confess. Maybe I should just tell you the whole thing, an’ you can tell me what you think..ok, Father?”

“Whatever makes you comfortable.” What was that tone? Anxiety, certainly, a healthy dose of guilt, sure, but also something that seemed weirdly like . . .excitement? “Unburden yourself.”

The stranger cleared his voice, almost comically. Like he was about to tell a joke, rather than get something off his chest.

“Ya see, I have this problem with churches. It’s pretty embarrassin’…”

He definitely didn’t sound embarrassed, but everyone acted differently at confession, especially if it’d been a while. Maybe a little playfulness would help set the stranger at ease?

“No need, my son. Just you, me, and God in here. He already knows about your sins, and I promised Him I’d be nice about it.”

“Oh I bet you can be real nice.” The stranger’s tone shifted again but this time into something that made the priest’s skin crawl. Though the thick grated screen kept them from fully seeing each other, the priest could tell the man was leaning closer.

“Uh,” Father Easterman replied eloquently, “R-right. So,” he cleared his own throat, “anyway, your– problem. With churches.”

“Oh! Right!” said the stranger. “Right right right! My problem!”

“Uh huh,” Hendrick sighed now, rolling his rosary beads between his fingers.

“Well, ya see, every time I walk into a Church, I have these thoughts. Just awful sinful thoughts,Father!”

The priest hesitated with his reply. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard this sort of confessional. It was probably about wanting to commit carnal sin inside the church or that he had thoughts about the nuns. The usual confessions he’s heard from men.

“Don’t you think that’s kind of funny?” the stranger didn’t wait for him to answer, “I think it’s kind of funny. That thoughts can be sins, I mean. Because you’re not really doin anythin’ about them. You’re not even saying anythin’ about them. Ya don’t really hurt anyone, ya know! But as soon as somethin pops into your head, suddenly you’re in trouble, just because of what happens inside the privacy of your own brain!”

Hoo boy. That was a whole ten gallon drum of theological and ethical worms that the stranger just rambled his way over to. And yeah, Hendrick woulda been more sympathetic to it, if he didn’t himself know very well the importance of combating sinful thought before it became sinful action.

“That’s uh– well, that’s a fairly complicated topic. If you like reading, perhaps I could suggest a couple of books that–”

“But then,” the stranger kept right on rambling, his voice just as warm and cheerful, “maybe I do get it. Cause, ya see, the sinful thought is that I’d really like to bend a priest over the altar, and fuck him, right in front of his whole flock.”

Father Easterman’s mouth suddenly went dry.

The stranger seemed to take his silence as an okay to continue,

“I think about the way his cries and screams would echo off the ceiling- GOD-all the other sounds too! His tight fuckin’ hole just makin’ the filthiest sounds ya ever heard.”

The priest’s face blanched, his palms grew sweaty and his rosary almost slipped from his fingers.

“An’, Father- you just know he’s tight. Never had a man in his life or at least not one like me.”

Oh, God. Father Easterman prayed quietly. Please make this man shut up.

“If I was feelin’ generous and of course only when I was done, I’d invite some of his parishioners, see if any of them wanted a turn and oh- I bet they would, Father. Bet they’d love taking turns with all his slutty holes.”

At least strike this man down or something when he leaves!

“And we’d take turns fuckin’ him. Put lil tally marks on his skin every time someone cums in him. We’d keep goin like that til he gave us a real confession. Until he was only praising for cock.”

Father Easterman’s vision was spotted as his diaphragm locked up in his chest. He felt his guts try to claw their way out as the stranger detailed out his own most shameful disgusting fantasy to him like he’s reading it from a book.

A beat passed in silence before the stranger laughed, bright and clear as the first peels from a bell choir.

“Hm. I guess I see why just thinkin’ about all that might be a sin, even if I don’t say it out loud. What kind of priest would want someone imagining that, right?”

Hendrick’s mouth worked as his mind reeled, but he found himself no closer to getting any kind of reply out.

“So,” the priest could practically hear the other man grinning, “what should I do about it?”

Eventually, somehow, he managed to get out a single shaky: “What?”

“Ya know! About my sinful thoughts! How do I make it up to God?”

“I–”

“That’s how this works, right? I tell you what I’ve done to God that’s so bad, an’ you tell me how I can make it up to him.”

Later, much later, Father Easterman would himself have to repent for all the theological inaccuracies in this entire conversation he let slide. But hey, at least repenting was something he knew how to do.

“F-Five,” he eventually mumbled, “five Hail Marys, three Redeem Us Michaels.”

“Oh!? That’s all? Huh. And then God won’t mind?”

“God still minds!” He almost shouted, his hand reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow. God sees what you think. God hates what you think. God minds.

God minds.

The priest took a few deep breaths before continuing.

“God still… it isn’t good to.. To think about… perverse acts with prie- With other men. Sins– uh, sins of the flesh, in the mind are still—“ Christ, what was he even saying? “Just… try not to have those thoughts. Don’t, uh, don’t indulge them. Turn your thoughts to God and the church.”

“Oooooh, so you mean, when I want to think about fuckin a priest, I should think about how strong and admirable he is, that he never has those kinds of thoughts himself.”

“Y-Yes,” said Father Easterman, adding lying to his own list of sins racked up in this single conversation, “Just . . . think about. Uhm. That.”

“Will do!” he chirped, “Thanks Father! Ya know..I feel so much better already! Might just come back again!”

“Yeah, sure.“ Father Easterman didn’t care if the man returned. He wouldn’t work at this place again after this conversation. “Don’t forget your prayers.”

“Me?” The stranger most definitely lied, “Never.”

Before the priest could get in another word, the stranger excused himself from the confessional. Father Easterman could barely catch his breath, before the strange man was replaced by an old woman who launched immediately into a confession that was 10% confessing her “uncharitable thoughts” and 90% complaining about the people that inspired them.

And so “half-assing confessional” was added to the ever-growing list of Father Easterman’s repentance.

[girldriveroscar]

it’s hilarious to me that Oscar put down Lando and Carlos as the drivers least likely to pay on a first date. When Lando asked why on Earth he put that Oscar softly goes “idk… I can just see you as that type of… [unintelligible]“ (think he says player?). Oscar did not hesitate to put the reddest flags in that category😭

And then when the host tells Oscar: “You’re basically saying don’t go on a date with Lando Norris!” — Lando quickly rebuttals with “Why? Doesn’t mean they don’t have a great time” so Oscar HAS to clarify and defend Lando: “Yeah, well I never said that” 😭 Ok… so Piastri’s taste in men is fuckboys… he fully sees the signs & is going in hard anyway. I respect it. (btw I’m constantly thinking of ur post where you talk about Lando being reddest flag in the world vs Oscar a gf™️ guy & their fwb AU where Lando pretends to be nonchalant while Oscar’s genuinely chilling with Carlos on the other line)

omg those are like the first posts on my account ahsbwjkd. #reflecting on starting this account bc I Needed to psychoanalyze Lando to. back to back conversation about eating cum out of oscar's ass. Such is life ig...

lando in that vid is still like. what put me onto him Hard. (the 4k ongoing word doc about him that is never getting finished:) like what R u doing this for Who r u doing this for... seeing how lando adopts that fuckboy persona whenever he's put in stark comparison to Oscar (thinking as well of the radio interview w the whos most likely to) is very... hmmnnsnnnnn.... in landos head I think hes thinking Oscar is Rated G for everyone and I am PG-13... sillier. dirtier. more sex appeal.. wtv it is- he must attain to the invisible standard everyone has set for him.

in opposition, his one on one content w Oscar shows this Realer side where he's and all soft and pliable and quiet. (note w max F. too) like . Ok i can turn off the fuckboy persona bc Oscar doesn't care and if Oscar doesn't care why shld i. he's in his private world of real people who see him, versus The Digital Panoptican where everyone Thinks they know him.

Rsn why I think he was so offended by that paying thing was cus in his head Its like. Dude u Know me u know I am quiet and Nice and polite and gracious. why r u playing into the PR shtick. n then he just gives up and gives into it because the little insecure worm in his brain tells him Yeah Play it up its what ppl think of u anyways. Deflect Deflect Deflectttttugh Oscar dgaf about all that turmoil he just #needsthat. Hence my silly fwb thought process yayyy.

[bazooka-overkill]

i cant stop drinking oil i just cant stop /ref

I CANT STOP DRAWING THESE.... GHRRRRR THESE GAY PEOPLE!!11!1!!!! explodes

erm sum headshots + explanations as to how they r during contender mode, TD, and when sandman wins his title back (2009 wii version btw......,,)

also again im still trying to figure out how 2 draw everyone so sandman might look odd lmao

the headshots themselves:

more info under cut cuz theres a lot of info

contender mode:

clementine 🍊

after working with sandman for over a decade, he's EXTREMELY confident that sandman will keep his title; he'll only lose it when he retires.

however, after seeing that star punch... he may have some doubts. but that's okay.

paperwork has been a steady stream and never ending, but that's the usual. sponsorships have been interested in little mac vs sandman, and clementine is happy to entertain the idea of more media attention.

he's excited to see his champ win another round. plus, he's got his two week vacation soon. woohoo!

sandman ⏳

he's been at the top for years. there's no one that can bring him down.

he's heard of the little guy— what was his name? little mac?— running through the circuits. he was at bald bull so far, and that fight was scheduled for next week.

sandman's not really worried. he has been training more often, just in case. clementine's been helping out a bit with that.

TD:

clementine 🍊

well, shit. there goes his vacation.

sponsorships are pulling in and out, the media somehow found out where he lives, and there's so much happening that clementine thinks he's going crazy.

clementine thought he had imagined sandman's haircut.

he hasn't slept in god knows how long; the paperwork wormed its way into when he's supposed to sleep.

and, shit, the time he ISN'T at work is spent falling back into old habits.

he's *trying* to get a meeting with sandman to discuss what the hell happened during that match, but he isn't answering any of his calls or texts.

no one has seen him, but clementine knows where he is: training.

he'll go down to where he thinks sandman is in a minute. just... he needs to lay down first.

sandman ⏳

livid doesn't cover half of how pissed he is.

he fucked up badly. lost the title he held for however long he had.

now look at him: a mess. a tired, bloody-knuckled mess.

he hasn't slept, hasn't eaten, hasn't been anywhere but his apartment and the gym.

he needs to train. even if his knuckles are bleeding, even if his body aches, even if his phone is blowing up with texts and calls and whatever else.

sandman wants his title back. that's *his* title.

fuck the sponsorships.

fuck the cameras.

fuck the money.

he's the world champ.

title won back:

clementine 🍊

he's seen a lot in his career, but a real life speedrun of a boxing career? never.

in just under a year, clementine watched someone absolutely pummel the competition, become the champion, and then retire.

while clementine was absolutely thrilled that sandman got his title back, he was worried. very worried.

knowing sandman's anger problems, especially seeing the building he broke, clementine recommended— forced— sandman into therapy. the last thing he wanted for him was his license being suspended due to anger issues in the ring.

clementine put himself back in therapy as well. surprisingly, the WVBA actually accepted both of them going into therapy. go figure.

paperwork has slowed down, but it's still there. the media is still harassing him, but that's normal.

all that matters is that sandman is fine.

and that his fuck ass haircut is gone.

sandman ⏳

the once familiar weight of the belt feels... odd.

his title is back in his hands before.

sure, his record was now 31-1, but maybe that's the reason why he feels weird.

yeah. that's why. no other reason.

no... other reason.

just focus on protecting his title from now on.

me working on this:

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Question you r from Brazil or at least South America? If so what kind of cryptids do you have as I am making a smiling critter group called holiday cryptids and they are from different countries

I'm brazilian, yes! As for our cryptids:

If you look up some crytid lists, many people will listen indigenous entities as cryptids. Very rude of them! But I would consider the following as actual and real cryptids:

Holadeira, a strange water creature spotted in 1993 and 1994. It has been believed that it's actually a dolphin that was hurt by human hands, but we'll probably never know what happened to it.

Minhocão, a giant ass worm/snake-like creature that isn't Brazil exclusive but it IS from LATAM!

Pé-de-Garrafa (Bottle Feet), a creature who screams at people in the woods, asking for help. You should not answer him.

The Headless Mule is a brazilian myth but in my heart it can also be a cryptid bc she's just that iconic <3

[bearloonz]

if you have any crumbs to share... about aac raz/lili/bobby dynamic pleeeez ramble to me i want info i'm so into this concept T_T

oh my guy I have so many crumbs for you. These guys have resided in the back of my brain forever but I was usually too embarrassed to say anything about it outside of a couple joke posts. But this is my house so I’m choosing to thrive and frolic.

Also a doodle of the aforementioned three before I enter my tangent :) rambling under the cut

the initial dynamic of these three goes something like

-Lili & Bobby - can’t stand his fake ass. She remembers having to deal with him at whispering rock and clearly is not very good at letting go of grudges from when she was ten. This is, in fact, Bobby’s worst nightmare. He was terrified of working for the psychonauts partially because he didn’t want to run into people he used to know. Surprise! They don’t like each other.

-Raz & Bobby. Raz has the complete opposite problem he literally barely remembers this guy. They interacted for maybe a collective hour one day when he was 10 years old, he only recalls him because Lili clocks him and reminds Raz. Bobby mostly hadn’t thought about him since camp, but did build a little (lot) bit of a resentment after seeing that weird little freak from camp pop up on different True Psychic Tales covers. That on top of Bobby now having to intern under this guy makes their relationship kind of spotty to start, for sure.

-Raz & Lili. Theyre having fun :) After having fun “dating” as real young kids they fall out of touch during their teen years when Raz goes to travel with then circus again to try and reconnect with his family (whole other can of worms for him.) They meet back up during the late teen years and sort of pick up right where they left off, dating off and on for a bit and “officially” dating long term for a little over a year now.

Both their relationships with Bobby evolve over time, naturally. Bobby and Raz have a whooole fucking thing that isn’t fully conceptualized and Is way too long a concept for me to share but their intern/mentor relationship does help them learn to get along with each other. And of course them getting along means Lili having to deal with being around Bobby more often and so it begins.

The whole ~ feelings ~ aspect mostly starts with her and Bobby I think, funnily enough. They hate each other, they want each other dead so bad, but eventually they have to learn to get along for Raz’s sake if nothing else. So they learn! Try to, at least. They’re both really bad at it.

but the “i hate you i want you dead” manages to evolve into that more friendly insulting banter some people have. “I hate you i want you dead” (complimentary.) It gives Raz a headache because it takes him a while to process that they’re usually joking when they’re arguing with each other now.

Lili doesn’t like when she starts to have Feelings about that shitty little freak (tm.) I think she’s somewhere on the Aro spectrum and when Raz wasn’t around she really never. Felt any sort of desire for romance with anyone else. Girl just kind of forgot about it for a bit until he showed up again. Which caused a lot of emotions. And then got used to that until Bobby is introduced into the equation and slowly she starts to feel things toward him that aren’t Rage and Disgust. Which causes a lot of emotions.

Raz I think is entirely oblivious of having any feelings toward him for the longest time. While Lili is a slow “oh god oh fuck” buildup, he’s just really happy he and Bobby are getting along at all that any sort of progress in affection toward him just feels like another big win for friendship. I think it hits him all at once late at night on a random Tuesday and he just sits up in bed and stares at a wall about it.

The whole Raz and Lili communicating abt the concept of polyamory would make this insane post already twice as long and it’s not a part of it all I’ve thought about anyways so we’re going to shelve it for now. But once they do reach the conclusion that they saw this guy from across the bar and they liked his vibe, they both proceed to trip over their own feet for the next however many weeks.

You see, “woman who does not process her emotions” and ��guy who needs a twelve step plan for everything” is a prime combination for two people who are pulling some mad scientist shit to try and talk to this guy rather than just inviting him out to eat sometimes. And Bobby is convinced for a little bit that they’re planning to dissect his brain or something because they keep doing that ^

On Bobby’s side of this whole equation the evolution is just his own little torment nexus for a few months.

he initially discovers he’s got a thing for Lili after they start getting along more and it sucks for him. He enjoys their flirty little threats of violence but he’s also close with Raz at this point so I think it just kind of makes him feel . Gross . Like man am I flirting with my friend’s girlfriend I think I am. Oh he’s probably going to hate me. Help.

and that concern for Raz is also a guy in the back of his brain knocking on a door very loudly trying to tell him he’s bisexual but he’s not quite arrived at that conclusion. Give him a few more missions where Raz grabs him while he’s falling to his death and he’ll get there probably.

there’s so many words. These are so many words. I’ll be honest the wacky schenanigans of the “before relationship” era are so funny to me that I’ve not really had any conceptual ideas for them getting into + Being In a Relationship yet. But I hope that you like this at least! This insanely long ass post goes out to you and the one other guy who’s a fan of these three (hi)

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hot takes, small details or personal headcanons you have in your au?

you. you are my reasonnnnnnN THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK IT'S GONNA BE ONE OF MY LONGEST ANSWERS. VEEEEEEE THANK YOU <3333 (I'm sorry if none of these headcannons match up with any previous ones i've made, simply imagining them as people makes my brain run on 1000)

(me now) Umm. Seeing this is finished you know you better prepared to sit down and read.

Keep in mind that reader is a child! They will not be the average y/n, she won't try and solve everyone's problems, and they're still learning and growing as a person! (That's what this whole fic is for-)

okokookookkokokokok these aren't all relevant to the Au per say, but this does apply to the plot and some of the lore for the fic.

im sure you saw the post- but I headcanon the skeles to be able to pop out their eyes. and at first it seemed random- but Papyrus has fucking eyes in the game (!?!) and so does sans, so why tf not?

Now a thing that I do not headcannon is their bones being able to pop out. I don't have any reason, I just don't like the idea of their limbs being Legos (but fsr eyes r ok?)

They do have amazing dance moves tho (Sans gets a lil zesty when he does the worm).

Everything in this universe is like a sitcom, and while predictable things happen, it's not in the usual way it would.

Ebbot is in New York. (you know why, and if you don't be prepared for a particular chapter.)

In this universe, pollution doesn't exist as much as it does in the real world. Give these guys a chance to see those beautiful ass stars.

Dynamics I'd Like to Explore:

Horror and reader.

I would love to explore that "Mama bear" dynamic that Horror could have without dumbing him down to just "hungry" "traumatized" and "comfort".

I want to show how being in a starvation crisis still affects him, while also wanting someone to take care of.

I think reader would appreciate a person who always makes sure that they eat, because they didn't have that as often in the program they were previously in.

I also really really really want to make Horror very disturbing and unapproachable, so it would make him and reader need their characters to develop for their relationship to actually bloom.

I also wanna see him do odd things, like grinding his teeth to a piercing shriek, or putting things in his skull to remember for later, and reader's reactions and approaches to them.

Sans/Papyrus and reader

Ah yes, they will be a joy to write.

Sans and reader's relationship will come from a place of mutual respect almost? While also blatantly disrespecting each other at the same time???

They dont really do much together, other than chill.

And in the small moments that they actually do things together, they don't actually talk much (in a serious way) at all.

Papyrus and reader start it off rocky a bit, because of the surface level reason for why she was adopted.

Papyrus tries to engage reader in activities that he likes, but every try leads to some kind of avoidance or lack of enthusiasm.

(insert sans threat here)

But after having a deep conversation with each other, they become the bestest of friends!

Payarus hypes up reader every chance he gets, and reader makes so many gifts for him that his ego just can't take it!

I feel like the three of them together would be so wholesome, whether it's Sans reading Papyrus and reader a bedtime story, or if they all go shopping together.

There's never a dull moment with these two!

Swapfell gold Sans and Papyrus

LET THEM BE WINE AUNT BESTIES PLESSSSS

LET THEM TALK SHIT ABOUT THEIR BROTHERS WHILE ABSOLUTELY LOVING THEM TO DEATH.

They always walk in the room stunning, Swapfell Sans won't ever let Paps walk in the room with rags while he's there.

Both of them enjoy those live-laugh-love type decorations at hobby lobby, and always decorate the house up like a doll.

They curse without actually cursing and it's so funny.

"AW CORNUTS!!"

"YOU BITTER HARLOT"

"Outrageously strong-stenched sinner."

"Papyrus I swear to all stars shining if you do not get your scraggly pelvis in this room your femur will cease to exist."

Mostly a crack dynamic, but that's what this fic is for.

Sans and Papyrus

A lot of this is half-personal and half-out-of-spite-in-the-fandom-because-i-hate-the-way-they-are-sometimes-portrayed-in-fanfiction.

Papyrus calls Sans "lazy" in a lighthearted way instead of actually believing as such. He knows that Sans could do many things, but he won't do them because of his mental health.

I like to think that since Papyrus has such great control over his magic, he's very much patient as well when it comes to people.

Especially Sans, because he of all people needs it the most.

Sans loves his brother, but not to a possessive extent. Yes, he will kill anyone and everyone for the coolest guy on Earth, but not without reason.

They take care of each other as much as they can actually.

They also have more complications other than "just keeping secrets". It's actually communication as a whole.

Something that I will not explain because it's a headcannon and not my story yet👍

Red and Sans

I feel like they'd be assholes together. That's all I need.

They probably make card houses out of boredom, but with packs of condiments.

They hate each other at first, but neither of them want to fight so it's passive aggressive comments between the two.

Imagine two Loona's (helluva boss) in one room. One emotionally stumped and the other too laid-back to do anything about it.

Suddenly the hostility goes away and everyone else is confused.

Very nice.

Fresh and Reader

Okay I admit this one is purely crack.

I need them to go to Chuckie Cheese and make fun of two year olds when they lose a game.

I want them to attack Karens in the parking lot with possessed furbies.

I want Fresh to scare reader with an ominous statement about her soul and go back to living life free.

LOOK INTO MY EYES!!!

I want reader to believe he's not real and only a part of the fever dreams she has since the world changed.

I NEED FRESH TO PLAY ALONG BC HE THINKS ITS FUNNY

Dream and Nightmare.

Most of these headcannons are inspired/from Ano (@/signanothername). So if my brain is rotted no it's not.

Their relationship is...complicated.

At first, they sabotage each other for fun and competition.

But next thing you know! They're full blown fighting, throwing jabs at each other physically and verbally.

Most people like to think that the two fight each other because they represent and protect different and opposite emotions.

But they fight because they are mentally teenagers, who are SIBLINGS<

It's very tiring to experience and be apart of, because you never know what the two will do in a room alone.

Coming from experience, when I would want my sibling to feel something that I was trying to get through to them, I would say something that hurts. Like really bad.

Dream and Nightmare remind each other of their past mistakes with aggressive and ingenuine kindness when no one's looking.

While Dream isn't an asshole per say, he just has a hard time keeping himself in check around Nightmare. Other than that he's the kindest soul.

Nightmare is an asshole, but he doesn't make any move to "confront" Dream or make a meaningful conversation with him. He still has regrets and animosities from the past, but won't intentionally heal from that.

^^These all will contribute to main plot and subplot. Nothing will be completely resolved, but each relationship will be expressed with more realistic situations rather than "they feel this way because everyone else says so." (cough cough fandom cough cough)

Every other dynamic like Reader and Gaster, or Star/Bad Sanses will be explored as well- those are just the main ones I'm excited for. Of course, I cant fit them all in (because it'll just be run-on words with no actual plot), but I can try to give everyone a situation where they can interact with each other.

Unfortunately, Swapfell Gold won't be in this story at all- only Horrortale and Underfell and the usual multiverse deities. I may not be able to fit them in one fic, but I can make side content and my own fanart to satisfy myself. (WHY WONT MY BLORBOS FIT IN!!!)

Sans

Sans actually does sleep in my au, probably too much really. He uses it as a means of escape because it's hard for him to come to terms with "no more resets"

Frisk isn't the same anymore, and throughout the story he'll get more and more paranoid.

Sans will trip Gaster any chance that he's given.

I like to headcannon that Sans doesn't have an obsession with ketchup, and it's moreso "gasp! the ketchup guy!" type thing. I also like to believe that the only reason why he can drink so much ketchup like that is because of people's reactions.

Sans is a comedian at heart, so he will do/say most things that people consider outrageous; hence the ketchup thing.

I like to think that he only pursued physics because of his dad, rather than mathematics like he initially wanted to do.

Sans hates slime and the grease it leaves on his phalanges as well as the sound it gives off.

He'd probably bring ketchup popsicles to the function.

Papyrus

Imagine that he can 'port' as well, leaving Gaster the only one who cannot. He just doesn't do it because the "void" makes him uncomfortable.

You could call him the "emotionally intelligent one" despite him not understanding a goddamn thing. He's just good at solving problems with patience.

He can see how someone feels, but he won't use that to read the room and understand what to do and what not to do.

He doesn't understand some social rules, like "comparing yourself to others for competition" and "tips for a cup of coffee"

It's confusing he thinks. Which can also lead him to misreading someone's emotions.

If you open up his closet there's a trick wall in it. And behind it, there's a dart board with Gaster's face on it. He's still mad at him, but won't let it show as to keep the family as peaceful as possible.

Sometimes when he's out with Sans, Papyrus would grab him and hold him under his arm and just carry him like that.

He is actually a pretty decent cook. And Sans doesn't lie to him about that.

Gaster

He actually falls when Sans trips him. It's funny as hell.

Since we don't know much about Gaster, this personality is kind of all over the place.

As I've stated before, he is morally ambiguous, and is comfortable with justifying things that seem wrong to most people.

Like cutting holes in his hands to get children instead of getting a wife.

On the other hand, he finds most arguments that humans have tedious, annoying, and easily solvable.

Or testing on a subject's soul who's figured out how to reset time itself instead of asking various questions.

He probably takes the top off of muffins and puts them back in just to spite Sans.

He loves his sons, but doesn't have a way to show them without making them feel awkward.

Despite him being open minded on human affairs, he can be very closed-minded when it comes to new things like routine, emotional intelligence, and boundaries.

Reader

Reader believes that the only reason why she was adopted is because Sans wasn't okay. Like she was supposed to "fix" him in some way, and kind of resents Papyrus because of that.

She's just a kid! How are they gonna help a stinky blob of depression?

Otherwise, it's probably the best they've ever lived.

When there's chaos, reader will remind Sans how "good" they're being and expect a reward when it's over.

She stims by rubbing her knuckles vertically across the joint of her arm (like me, tehe), and picks at her hangnails when she's under stress (also like me).

Granted, she doesn't remember memories from when her parents were alive, but right now she feels like she's in a place where she belongs. Like people actually want them.

Reader grew up in a place where they were older than everyone else, so they were immediately dubbed "older sibling".

Despite the wholesome sentiment, the way those kids would treat her would be toxic, but a small part of her still misses them.

Cannot match clothes to save her life (she walks out the door looking horrendous AFTER Papyrus gave her an outfit-)

She's fine with it though, "No aesthetic can fit me anyway."

Okay I'm done y'all, sorry for putting you through that torture.

I don't think you guys understand how long I want this fanfiction to be. Like bro IM PLANNING CHAPTERS NOW. I know I was trashing on the "fandom", but do know that whatever opinion you have is fine with me. I just have different ones and I prefer to express that through writing rather than arguing/causing mess.

And reminder: THESE.ARE.HEADCANNONS. If you agree, that's fine, if you don't that's also fine. But please do not come to my comments with your fists up. I'd rather discuss more headcannons for variety/diversity rather than claiming that a character can only be represented in one way. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk :))

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hehe have some worm screenshots i took

gays r real

taylor is a fucking idiot <33 (affectionate)

i think i screenshotted this cuz i had genuinely forgot she was still kicking ass with a broken arm

ehehehe silly

expect more random worm screenshots as i continue reading

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THE WOODS HER ONLY HOME

Hot Pie was practising the bird calls Kurtz had taught him before, before he had left them too, the wound on his shoulder taking him in a fever.

- Shut it!- grunted Gendry, he had been helping Lommy walk since a lance had broken and pierced his leg.

- I’m a blackbird…- explained the boy trying to keep up 

- Well, you just sound stupid!- said Arry, the little crying girl following him like a shadow.

Hot Pie bit his tongue and kept going, he didn’t want to fight with Gendry or Arry, they were the only ones that hadn’t left him or Lommy behind.

 In those brief moments when they forgot about their quite tragic situation it was almost nice being together. If they had met before leaving Kingslanding they could have been friends, he would even have given some of his mother’s pies to them… he didn’t even remember how those tasted like… the only taste in his mouth the foul one of acorn paste… 

A sound through the woods. 

- That was a good one, Pie! Were you trying to be a thunder?- spoke Lommy, his dirty hair sticking to his pale forehead

Hot Pie blushed.

- It was his stomach, stupid…- explained Arry

- Well, I’m hungry! If only you listened to me… we will die if we keep walking circles in the woods, if we go on the road maybe…- 

-No!- said together Gendry and Arry, sometimes it seemed they thought with the same one brain.

- But why? We did nothing wrong…- started Lommy - If only Yoren had yielded to the guards nothing bad would have happened! If we ask for help they will give us food or maybe…- 

Gendry stopped for a moment and looked at his blonde deadweight

- Maybe they kill us - he said more tired than actually annoyed 

- But my leg hurts and we are starving, there are wolves everywhere and we are probably lost!- continued the blonde boy

- We are not lost!- Arry turned around and looked straight at the others

- And if you are so hungry you could eat some bugs or worms, I could dig them up for you!-

Lommy made a disgusted noise, there was no way he would have eaten one of those disgusting little things.

- You can keep those for yourself wormbreath… we should look for an inn where they can make us real food! Ouch…- 

Lommy now sat with his ass on the ground.

- Why did you do that, Bull?- cried the boy 

-I’m tired and you are getting heavy…- spat Gendry 

- Maybe we can stop for a while to rest…- tried Hot Pie ready to let his body fall to the ground, he saw Arry and Gendry look at each other, one of their silent conversations.

- Fine…- said Arry - But we’ll have to walk some more before nightfall…- 

The sun was still high in the sky, its light piercing through the leaves turning the ground into a constellation of lights and shadows. Lommy had closed his eyes but kept complaining in his sleep, Hot Pie had placed a hand on his friend’s forehead, it was burning like an oven, that wasn’t good. 

- Where are you going?- asked Gendry, his eyes on Arry

- I’ll be back in a second…- he explained with an annoyed tone

- What about the little girl…- 

- Well she is not crying now… and she is distracted playing with that rock… she’ll survive a second without me!- said Arry hurrying away

- Where do you think he is going?- sked Hot Pie

Gendy had a weird expression on his face, he probably was thinking about something, he always made that face when he was thinking. 

- Probably needs some quiet and peace before having to deal with you all again…- he said flatly 

- But he is going to be back, right?- 

Gendry scowled and rolled his blue eyes.

- Of course… Arry doesn’t leave anyone behind… but if you keep talking I will and you’ll have to help Lommy walk yourself!- 

Hot Pied swallowed his next question and stretched himself on the ground for a moment, waiting for Arry to return.

Arya went back to the other as quickly as she could, a smile on her lips. 

- Fucking finally!- grunted Gendry, he seemed a little distressed holding the little girl from the ground, Arya almost laughed, it was clear he had never been around babies much during his life.

- She was eating dirt again…- he explained holding the girl toward her direction as if to say that now that was Arya’s problem.

Arya smiled as softly as she could at the little one, she must have felt so confused and scared, so young without her mother… 

Arya made the little girl spit on the ground what had been in her mouth, some dirt, a leaf, the rock she had been playing with before.

- Like that, little one…- she said, using her hand to clean the small face… The girl complained a little bit but in the end she left Arya clean her up. 

- You are good at this…- Gendry was now looking at them 

- I mean with babies and…- he continued his trail of thoughts out loud 

- I’m good at a lot of things…- answered Arya meeting his gaze, the sounds of the woods the only thing around them for a moment. 

- And you!- Arya went back to focus on the young girl - You can eat only what I give to you! No more dirt!- the baby just made a little shriek and hugged Arya as she often did. 

- You are being so loud! I need to rest!- complained Lommy, his face so pale he hardly looked alive. Arya felt too sorry for the boy to talk back at him… she had no idea what she would have done if she had got hurt… wounded wolves rarely survived for long.

- I have good news if you care to hear it…- she said catching everyone’s attention 

- Not much from here I found some trees… they had crabapples on them… if we go there we can have some…-  

Hot Pie jumped on his feet, the weariness from the long walk forgotten.

- You sure it’s not dangerous? Could be part of a farm or something…- started Gendry 

- I say we go!- stated Lommy 

- I saw no one there and there wasn’t a wall around the trees… sometimes the seeds just travel in the wind… I think it’s safe. - 

Gendry nodded, some food would have been good for them, it was worth the risk.

Arry had climbed barefoot on the tree making the green fruits fall to them, they were sour and in some they found some worms but for a moment they had felt like kings before a banquet. 

Gendry had helped Arry down from the tree, not because the small boy needed his help but like, he did it just to do something nice. Arry finding some food had been the first good thing happening to them in a long time.

- What?- Arry’s voice woke Gendry from his thoughts, he had been looking at the small boy cutting a crabapple in smaller pieces to help the little girl eat.

Gendry looked at him confused.

- You were looking at me…- he said, his grey eyes waiting for an answer, not many people had grey eyes in KingsLanding

- And? Is it forbidden?- he joked taking a bite from his crabapple, sour but still good. 

Arry just blinked and then shrugged.

- I just thought you wanted to ask me something, I don’t know…- the conversation died there.

Lommy knew a cool trick where he could catch a piece of fruit after he had thrown it into the air, Arya had tried to do the same but her crabapple had fallen on the ground instead… she had eaten it anyway and the little girl had laughed at it… it was nice… the sound of laughter… 

- You think she had a name?- asked Arya after a while looking at her little friend jump around the roots of the tree

- Maybe…- said Hot Pie 

- Her mum died without telling us tough…- continued the boy, some sadness in his small eyes 

Arya sighed, she knew that look, she missed her mum too… 

- We should give her a name…- proposed Arya thinking about the way Sansa had been so good at naming her dolls… Arya knew good names too… she had learned most of them from old Nan’s stories… 

- Why?- asked Gendry

- Well, she is not crying anymore… we can’t keep calling her crying girl…- explained Arya as if it had been obvious 

- To me, she looks like a little weasel, we should call her that…- said Lommy, his leg was now resting slightly raised on a stone

Arya frowned 

- That’s unkind! She looks nothing like a weasel!- 

- I can see it...- 

- Shut up Hot Pie!- continued Arya, she wondered if the little girl understood what they were talking about, it had hurt being called Lumpyhead or Wormbreath by Lommy…

- Hey Weasel, come here! I can give you an apple!- continued Lommy catching the girls attention 

- I think she likes it…- he said 

-Am I right Weasel?- smiled Lommy giving her the crabapple, she started sucking on the peel all happy

Gendry noticed Arya’s pout, she had been biting her lip too 

- Can you think of a better name?- he asked

Arya’s mind for a moment filled of names, names she had loved, names she missed, names she wanted to call again… 

-Err…- she started

-Then Weasel it is…- Gendry ended the discussion and then moved a bit on his right to leave some place for Arya to sit with her back to the tree trunk.

- Fine…- she said sitting close to him, Weasel was better than “crying girl” anyway.

After a while Arya felt Gendry’s eyes on her again, she gave him a questioning look.

He sighed and then whispered under his breath 

- I can’t keep carrying Lommy…- he seemed almost sorry about it.

- But, you are strong… you can! You are saying this just because he is annoying you!- whispered back Arya keeping an eye on Weasel walking toward them with some grass between her small fingers

-I’m not… at first he could at least walk a bit… carry his own weight… but now it’s getting worse…- 

Arya looked at him for a long moment 

- What are you saying? That we should leave him behind?- she scolded him 

- If he keeps complaining maybe we should…- answered Gendry, he wasn’t serious, Arya was sure he was just tired. 

- There has to be a way! We are not leaving him!- 

Gendry sighed, of course Arry was being stubborn about it, whoever had called Gendry bullheaded had never met Arry. 

- Why do you care? He called you mean names and he is never useful…- he said looking at Arry 

- Please! It’s just the right thing to do… Yoren would have wanted us to stick together… It wouldn’t be right to leave someone behind, he needs our help… don’t you think I know I would reach my… I’d be faster on my own? But we have to stitch together!- 

Gendry nodded at those words and looked at the trees around them 

- We could make a stretcher with what we find around… carry him like that… - he finally said, it would have been easier with someone helping him

Arry smiled so nicely and for a second a weird thought crossed Gendry’s mind.

The idea of the stretcher had been a good one and the next day they carried Lommy in turns, always walking north, under the sun during the day listening to the wolves howl at night. Sometimes they fought and felt hopeless but sometimes things could be good and in those moments they could let themselves hope that there was a good ending to their journey: that Lommy wasn’t going to die as Yoren and Kurts and too many had died before, that Hot Pie was going to taste his mum’s pies again, that little Weasel was going to grow up safe and with people that cared for her…

But it didn’t last for long, and now Lommy lied dead, his blood staining the grass, Arya, Hot Pie, Gendry walked toward death, a hopeless march under banners painted with dogs… and little Weasel ran, ran and kept running, the woods her only home.

Some missing moments with the gang... I love so much the way Arya protects little Weasel in the books and I really hope she is still alive somewhere being the little feral dirt eater we all love so much<3<3

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HI <3 GOODMORNING <33 pact in ur inbox time...

i think. the best, like, overall real pact propaganda i can give is that i had to stop reading it, like, a third through. like i had to sit down and go okay, i genuinely Cannot do this it will fuck my head up Too Bad. pact is about a little guy being stuck underneath a car and getting dragged along the asphalt until there's just a pulpy mess of bone and flesh and then that mess gets dragged along until there's nothing left at all. it does NOT let up. worm if taylor lost violently and horrifically and got fucked over in deeply personal ways every time instead of winning and never won Once. i still haven't gotten back to it it fucked me UP. <- in the most immensely positive way possible. it's just. radioactive to me personally lmao. i still come back to it for specifically referencing how he writes body horror & his demon world shit. he has the MOST delightful supernatural horror worldbuilding imo what if demons was like making lawyerly contracts with loose hydrogen bombs who want to leave you alive while they eat your face & the only way to prevent that was communicating as clearly and specifically as possible because the whole time they're just waiting for u to slip up... & also. fucked up monsters. u can tell he's having the time of his LIFE describing the most freaks ever.

the best pact propaganda i can give YOU SPECIFICALLY i think is that it is fundamentally about having a fucked up identical mirror twin & about identity and blurring between the two of you and which one's the real one and which one's the good one and is there a good one and who's you and who's them and what's the difference between you and you-in-the-mirror and why are you here and they're there. like i cannot express enough how much the entire almost million word serial hinges on the fact that there are Two Of You when there Wasn't Supposed to be Two Of You. AND ALSO equally as much it is about becoming the horror movie monster lurking in the dark!!!!! the slasher villain!!!!! taking a nice normal guy and then systematically stripping him of his humanity and turning him into a fucked up thing!! and also it gets really transgender about it. anyway. -> propaganda snippets for u i hope u r having a good dayyy <3333

oh fuck yes this sounds SO GOOD. i think I mentioned this in one of my worm posts but wilbow has such a specific way of writing Gross Things that scratches such a nice itch in my mind I can't even IMAGINE what an entire fucking novel of that would do to me. imagine the way i am about worm but × 12 million. holy shit.

ALSO I LOVE THAT I GET SPECIFIC MECORE PROPAGANDA AND THIS SPECIFIC MECORE PROPAGANDA is one of the MOST heart wrenching knife in the gut tropes that I love so dearly . looks at my longest surviving oc from when I was like 13. you've described her. anyway. holy shit dude that's EXACTLY the type of shit I love . I love when there's two of a guy!!!!!!!!!!!! and when it's transgender!!!!!!! fuck dude you can't keep giving me long ass wildbow stories to read I have so many books on my shelf I have not touched yet. my storygraph thinks ive spent the last 2 months not reading bc I've been so deeply entrenched in worm. omg. you've won me over with the propaganda

[alittlebrownbat]

My Year-End Wrap Up

It's nearing the end of the year and I've read a lot, and I mean a lot of fics this year. Millions of words worth of fics. Refusing to acknowledge I have a problem; that's something I'll face in 2024. It's become my nighttime routine and my favorite thing to do before I fall asleep. I thought I'd do a little roundup of my favorites. They're mostly Wolfstar with a smattering of Dorlene and Jily. These are them, in no particular order:

Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWp - I had trouble choosing between this and A Potter's Field, which I also highly recommend. I followed this work in progress (now finished) all summer and it was an absolute delight. R/S are both young, single parents and pretend to date to appease the nosy ladies in Sirius's building. It is chicken soup for the soul and will make you both laugh and cry. I can't wait to reread it.

The Fragile House of Black by @fantismal and Jormandugr - This is a series that has a brilliant interpretation of the Prophecy. I don't think it's a stretch to say it's the best magical AU I've ever read. It also has a few Peter POV chapters and gives a backstory for why the betrayal happened, something I feel was undercooked with the original series. Heavy on Black brothers healing. It is perfection.

The Many Lives of Sirius Black by enigmaticblue - A bring back Black treat, also a series. Sirius goes through the veil and meets Regulus, who presents him with a series of doors which will allow him to restart during specific years. We get to explore what it would have been like through each choice.

Honey Honey by @aeoneskova - Marlene is teaching in the muggle world after essentially being exiled for trying to prove Sirius's innocence. That is, until an underfed boy with a scar and glasses ends up in her classroom. This is heavily influenced by Matilda. Marlene is a bad ass loner who can do it all.

The Hand that Feeds by @rollercoasterwords - A canon-compliant Dorlene enemies to lovers fic following the two from Hogwarts through the first war. It gives us an explanation to why Voldemort killed Dorcas personally. This backstory is canon to me.

10 Reasons to Go to Michigan by @greyeyedmonster-18 - Remus returns to his roots in the Upper Peninsula after abruptly leaving a 10 year relationship. This is about finding yourself again, and sometimes finding a little something more. It's just utter perfection. Sirius being a literal potter makes me chuckle.

Just What the Doctor Ordered by @wrapped-up - Sirius finds a stray puppy who he names Padfoot and brings him to the local veterinarian, Dr. Lupin, for help. This is about heartbreak, and finding love, and growing up. It was hard picking just one by wrapped-up because everything she writes is a work of art.

Under a Big Blue Sky by @eyra - Sirius and James, two wealthy city slickers, help out on the Lupins' farm for lambing season. If you liked God's Own Country, I highly recommend this, and if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend both.

Don't Panic by redspottywellies - Lesbian Sirius and Remus absconding with Harry after the events of 10/31/81. This fic does action better than any I've read. Pure brilliance.

all the lonely people by superloonyluna - What would you do if a beautiful stranger asked you to join in an all-night heist?

The Archivist by @wanderingbandurria - An author and an archivist team up to uncover the mystery behind the commune in West Godric's Hollow. There is so much thought that went into world building for this fic.

Favorites Under 10K:

Signs of Affection by Kittycargo

Marlene McKinnon is Not a Coward by AllThisandLoveTooWillRuinUs

Never Doubt that It Was Real by @soloorganaas

Basilisks, Boggarts, and Boyfriends, Oh My! by optimisticdinosaur

I Love You A Latte by @jamesunderwater

My favorite WIPs:

As The Worm Moon Dies by @rollercoasterwords

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts (can't lose either way) by @greyeyedmonster-18

Dead to Me by @jamesunderwater

Right Back Where We Started From by @soloorganaas

Darklands by @newsom

Happy reading xx

[minkkumaz]

the melon chart is over tiktok and twitter! im pretty sure if u search up “boynextdoor charting melon”. but on tiktok theres a translated version by @/sunghanbinna .. it was made 6 days ago and the view count is 441.2K, the cover video is sungho :))

the videos so cute <3

AND OO smau ideas,, for short lil smaus okag okay.

SO! (i sorta looked back on them all and they mostly seem like short fics instead of texting hcs.)

BONEDO

sungho: readers walking around the park when this random guy wouldnt stop tryna talk to them!! reader ends up telling sungho and he arrives SO fast. #iloveprotectivemen

riwoo: riwoo who sends pictures to s/o saying, “this reminded me of you :)”

jaehyun: reader finds a unnamed bouquet outside their front door, tells their bff jaehyun over text. (jaehyun pretends to be shocked, even though he sent the flowers). little does jaehyun know the reader has those doorbells that record cctv on what happens outside their house!

taesan: reader falls asleep on facetime so he texts the reader sweet words and just re-confesses his love all over again (hes WHIPPED!) before he also sleeps. (dw he’ll definitely stay on facetime!)

leehan: “leehan would you love me if i was a deadly fish virus..” (aka. would you love me if i was a worm)

woonhak: playing game pigeon with him! loser has to treat the other one to a icecream date >_<

all: bonedo boys as the readers bff, but each member has their own route(?) like for example, lets say the reader is crushing on woonhak so they tell jaehyun,leehan,sungho,taesan & riwoo abt it!!

reader: guys omg woonhak literally looked at me he wants me so bad.. 😭🙏🙏🙏

riwoo: ?

jaehyun: oh..! okay!! yeah 😅😅😅😅😅☠️😅

8TURN

myungho: hear me out on this. playing hard to get myungho, who acts uninterested whenever the reader texts him.. but recently hes been smiling a lot more on his phone whenever he sees the readers texts pop up on his notif bar!!

jaeyun: okay so, yk how when jaeyun replies to fans, his replies r just rlly funny?? IDK IF YKWIM cause i see him responding to fans and hes just so unserious LOL, but like one day sassy jaeyun and sassy reader sass eachother to no end and end up goin viral on social media for their cheeky interactions LMAO

minho: stop okay omg how about like before minho posts on twitter/instagram he asks the reader which photo they like the most >< I wanna compliment and hype him up so bad hes so GRGDHSJDJ

yoonsung: texting haemin as a joke about confessing to yoonsung with those omlette rice ketchup writings, but accidentally sending the text to yoonsung instead LMAO

haemin: his reaction when the reader buys him manchester city soccer tickets!! i wanna spoil him so bad TT

kyungmin: HIGHSCHOOL AU SNEAKING TEXTS IN BETWEEN CLASSES. theres a cellphone ban at school but he just cant resist!!

yungyu: honestly im 100% sure u have many brainrots of texting yungyu so its up to u!! but personally id love to see yungyu commenting under the readers latest insta post going like, “im better than ur bf” “give me a chance” even tho the readers already dating him. YK?

seungheon: during a 8turn concert, that the reader can’t unfortunately attend, they watch it live on like tv and the reader ends up texting seungheon during the whole performance and just gushing abt him, so like a few hours after the performance he checks his phone to see like 500+ msgs full of adoration and compliments. (he ends up getting teased by all the members hehehehehdiei)

OVERALL ANY OF THOSE IDEAS CAN BE FOR ANYONE!! when i imagine things i like to label a person on it so it can feel more real to me ><

-🍉

STOP BECAUSE WHY DO I ACTUALLY WANNA DO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE IDEAS HELLOOO fuck ur actgually so smart i'm sweating a little bit.

omg i don't even know what to respond with to all of these they're all so interesting AGHH AND THEY'RE SO FITTING

i must say i would absolutely CLEARRRRRRRRRR woonhaks ass on wordhunt like i'm genuinely the best wordhunt player known to man (debatable)

i also have to comment on the yoonsung one though THAT'S SO CUTE i lovelvoelovleioeol LOVE the trope of accidentally confessing to idols over text like i swear i eat those up for breakfast lunch and dinner, i probably will do something like that LMAOO

AND YES YUNGYU OMGAKJSHBFSKJHBF stop i just published some yungyu texts im probably gonna do an ot8 ver of slowly falling in love like i love that trope too its so ><

THANK U ANON IM IN TEARS THESE R SO ADORBALE

[sweetbitterbitten]

sender kisses receiver to pretend they're in a relationship. (( for kamila)) -- codeb-b-b-breaker

she should be used to it by now. it's a dj go to. tight spot caught, can of worms spilled. to tug her into a corner when the heat is on his heels, and plant something hotter smack dab on her lips. it's usually met with a grunt, an are you serious eye roll, and then a grudging giving back. she can't lie, he's not half bad - even surprisingly good for a shipmate she shares stale cereal with most mornings. this time she decides to scramble the scene, just for funnies. it's been too quiet and calm this week, anyway. the second he snags her up, and makes with the macking, she pushes at his chest enough to send him back in a stumble, a brisk slap shocking the side of his face soon after. "you think i'm gonna take you back after what you did!?! he's my B R O T H E R , you two-timing, twin-thirsting S P A C E D O U C H E !" she whirls away, pink hair flaring wide, in an attempt to hide the rambunctious grin that gives the game away - but he's faster at recollecting his dropped jaw than she had figured. fingerless gloved hand wraps around wrist and yanks length of arm like a fishing line, sending her spinning top careened to his chest before fast walking her into a corner, crushed. "you are a p-p-pain in my A - A S S , solo." comes the snarl, though there is an unseen wink wreathed in the wrath. "oh, like you don't love having things in your ass, d e e j." she parrots back, snotty as you please, and pleased as punch to be so. "j-j-just shut up and take your k-kissing without c-c-complaint." "FAT fuCkiNg CH-" a sound like a sandtrap mouse eeps out of her as he bodily hefts her high against the wall and onto his thigh, one hand snagged at the roots of her hair and angled down to deepen the crush of his mouth. her own hand is braced against the wall beside them for stability as this kiss leaves all sense behind. like busted parts of a bad sell ship dropping off into space trash astroid fields. whoever had been following him has long left them in the dust of inconclusive pursuit. she shivers a smile as the kisses slow..."i'm gonna need a ladder to get down from here, you know..." another growl, not quite as rabid as the last. "f-for real, s-s-solo...s-shut your f-fucking m-m-mouth." "gonna have to make me." he's really good at making her. one of the few who can.

[chrimsone]

hey i remembered to post a chapter here for once!

lets see what do i want to rant about today? How about first, funny titles. I picked Ember kind of on a whim. Based off this song because i just really love SiHanatsuka and i'll take any chance to referenced their music. So good. But like well after actually WRITING the chapter i was just kinda zoning out at work and noticed an unintended pattern. Static and Ember. The beginning sparks of their respective elements. I didn't even MEAN to make that kinda connotation but now that i have im all here for it!

There's also the fun Light emote-y stuff. so the thing is kinda like. Im giving Rin my aphantasia. Im a sucker for fantasy manga and isekai r always fun. often times in those stories they give their magic system a visual aspect. after all its pretty easy to just be like 'yeah just imagine the thing and youll be okay'. the problem is -- what about the folk who have issues creating images in their mind (me)? So this is really just a big middle finger to that system. im giving Light the same system, but pointing out how it's really not that 'easy' for everyone. i know its hard to come up with a proper system and usually the fantasy theme is more or less a vector for something else, but it just makes me ANGY how authors dont try to explore these overlooked options.

so its kinda like. a lil bit of a character break for Phoenix to reference a meme but like. I had to. it's a worm in my brain that would cause me psychic damage if i didn't indulge in it. Into the Void had a few of those because i just HAD to. I like doing it because idk, keeps things a lil bit on the more lighthearted side! i do wanna try balancing out humor n serious stuff with this story so i let these worms thrive yknow

oh yeah and the funny shooting scene was what held back this update even longer than it should've been lol. i had something else in mind but i just dont know enough about shooting guns to properly convey it in at least a semi-realistic state. i nearly scrapped the whole scene but from what i DID research, i wanted to include that so there's still a lil bit! lol it made me feel like a real author for a bit cause ik so much stuff gets cut in the final piece.

i think that'll be all of my funny musings for this chapter! im working on the next one slower than expected x-x my dumb ass pattern of writing only during work (hate my job wanna get paid to write lol) but it's been suuuuuuper hectic the last few weeks so i havent had time to write. I really gotta dedicate a specific time to writing

[aaronafgash]

25 in '23

25. Oh U Went - Young Thug feat. Drake

In the midst of legal troubles galore, Young Thug managed to drop this fun track featuring Drake sounding like he’s poolside sipping on a fruity, refreshing drink. Maybe Slime’s Saul Goodman-ass lawyer can get him out of this jam and Drizzy can figure out his tummy issues so we can get more collabs like this, but I’m not optimistic. At least we have this!

24. Psychedelic Switch - Carly Rae Jepsen

Even on her B-Side “albums,” Carly Rae doesn’t miss. A 4-on-the-floor disco bop with whispers of early Daft Punk production … this slaps.

23. Worm - Slow Pulp

I could have picked any song from Slow Pulp’s standout album Yard, but that grungy electric guitar immediately hits me like a ton of bricks, and I’ve been entranced since my first listen. Hailing from Madison, Wisconsin, they perfectly capture those quintessential lonely-midwestern-indie vibes that I so desperately crave.

22. It’s Been a Little Heavy Lately - Joesef

With a song titled “It’s Been A Little Heavy Lately” on an album called Permanent Damage, you’d think Joesef would hit us with the saddest shit you’ve ever heard in your life - instead, we get a breezy, upbeat, Tame Impala-influenced track. Joesef broke through this year in a real way and this song was absolutely the highlight.

21. Into Your Room - Holly Humberstone

I’m always a fan of an artist expressing their desperation in an almost pathetic way - Holly Humberstone does exactly that on this song. “You’re the center of this universe, my sorry ass revolves around you” - YES! Over a bright 80’s-esque beat, Holly yearns, longs, and begs - while I nod my head in approval.

20. Jonathan L. Seagull - Sampha

On LAHAI, Sampha’s sophomore record, there’s a joyful and cathartic release that’s completely new to his music. I could have picked any song from the album to put here, but on “Jonathan L. Seagull”, we crescendo from an almost spooky sounding chorus of voices to an ethereal Sampha, alone, hitting a perfect falsetto as the beat drops. That little “listen to your heart beat, beat” in the background has lived rent free in my head for months.

19. Hollywood Baby - 100 gecs

Hyperpop lords 100 gecs are weird. “Hollywood Baby” is a weird song. Combining screaming, autotune vocals with screeching metal guitars on production that evokes memories of Sum 41 … something about this just works.

18. STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS - LEILAH

Maybe my favorite new artist of 2023. LEILAH has only released a few songs and been featured on a few tracks so far in her career, including collaborations with Mura Masa, SBTRKT, and Speakers Corner Quartet, but she is clearly a force to be reckoned with. Her voice floats on the track, melding perfectly with a slapped bassline and tight, swung drums. Can’t wait to see what she does in 2024.

17. Breaking Point - Leon Thomas

Any slow R&B song is going to be compared to D’Angelo’s “(Untitled) How Does It Feel”, but this one really does it justice. Leon Thomas has come a long way from his Nickolodeon / The Backyardigans / Victorious era, developing into an esteemed songwriter for the likes of Ariana Grande and SZA. His debut album was exceptional, highlighted by this song, “Breaking Point”, where he sings honestly about what feels like the inevitable end of a relationship.

16. Stop (Askin’ Me 4Shyt) - Victoria Monet

Ms. Monet is a queen and demands you treat her as such. So stop asking her for shit! With clever wordplay like “Do I look like a tree to you? / Well, leaf me alone if I do”, she requests her partner to get their own money and recognize her needs instead. The production of this track is so well done - lush, wide soundscapes with distant, echoing background vocals and live drum fills - not to mention the unexpected tempo changes throughout.

15. Freak Me Now - Jessie Ware

In three-and-a-half minutes of pure energy, Jessie Ware controls the dance floor, demanding everyone around her to keep the intensity up. Play this at the club and I will be feral. The beat doesn’t change much, but Jessie is able to change her dynamics to create a captivating chorus / verse format. I never want this song to end. 

14. hold me down - Noname

Listening to Noname often feels like a juxtaposition - the most beautiful, soulful, gentle production and tone with sharp, barbed lyrics about social justice, inequalities, and pain. “hold me down” is no exception. “First black president and he’s the one who bombed us, yeah” - DAMN. Maybe her best chorus ever, too!

13. After Midnight - Chappell Roan

I slept on this song all year but damn does Chappell Roan go hard on this. Bursting onto the scene out of nowhere this year, “After Midnight” feels like a high school night your senior year - after years of working hard in school to achieve good grades, you just want to let loose and be a little crazy. 

12. Mad At Me - Samia feat. papa mbye

I saw Samia live this last year. Near what I thought was the end of her performance of “Mad At Me”, I thought “I don’t want this to end!” only for her to play the chorus one more time. That encapsulates how I feel about this song - I’m sad when it stops playing. Samia floating over a thumping, poppy baseline is really all I could ask for.

11. Hiding Out In The Open - Feist

Feist asks the hard questions from the jump here - “everybody’s got their shit / but who’s got the guts to sit with it?” Her fantastic album Multitudes is all about emotional vulnerability and reassessing / analyzing relationships in a post(?)-COVID world, and this song feels like a proper thesis statement. The actual production is fairly simple - an acoustic guitar and a few synths - but what really makes the song is the swirling, ever-present background vocals and harmonies. I specifically adore the moment where the music stops and all of Feist’s voices come together to quietly sing “...until you whisper it in my ear.”

10. Princess Going Digital - Amaarae

Cannot tell you how many times the line “I been going out like a bad bitch” rattled through my brain this year. There’s no one who really sounds like Amaarae, and this song broke my brain. How does it sound like it’s from both 1997 and the year 3000? It’s also perfectly titled - it really does sound like a princess in a digital world.

9. Inside Out - Kwaku Asante

Kwaku Asante really can’t miss for me, but I was especially entranced by the soulful “Inside Out”. Over soft chords and a gentle beat, Asante sings about how deeply in love he is. This song feels like a hug and forces you to throw on a pair of rose-colored glasses - you can’t be sad when this comes on.

8. What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

We’ve all heard it, but damn, Billie really did something here. This might be the single best vocal performance of the year. Did I sob when this song was used in Barbie? Maybe. Did I cry multiple times this summer listening to it afterwards? Who’s to say! I also had no idea how literal the lyrics were until more recently than I’d like to admit - oops. Regardless, she popped off.

7. Cinnamon Bread - Ryan Beatty

There’s something that makes me feel so comfortable about a song called “Cinnamon Bread”, and that truly describes Ryan Beatty’s music as a whole. On this album Calicio, Beatty is constantly telling stories of specific, intimate moments that simply feel like home. “You galloped on the piano keys like a Liberace fool / you hummed a little out of tune, and somehow you sounded cool.”

6. Gorilla - Little Simz

Little Simz is here to TALK HER SHIT on Gorilla. Backed by grand, royal horns and an old school boom-bap bassline and drum beat combo, Simz confidently (and honestly) raps, frequently conjuring up jungle-based lines to play on the Gorilla theme.

"Big time driller, monkey to gorilla"

"Run through the jungle, they should've never let her"

"Beatin' on my chest, goin' apeshit"

"Cuttin' through the jungle in a all-black fitted"

5. bad idea right? - Olivia Rodrigo

Conjuring up memories of mid-2000’s Avril Lavigne, Olivia Rodrigo simply rocks the fuck out here. Listening to Olivia as a 27-going-on-28 year old man takes me right back to high school. Which was now 10 years ago. Fuck! Anyways, catch me screaming out YES I KNOW THAT HE’S MY EX BUT CAN’T TWO PEOPLE RECONNECT? in my car. How do you do, fellow kids?

4. Something Different - Gareth Donkin

Gareth Donkin is like if you mixed the groove of Michael Jackson’s 1979 classic album “Off the Wall” with the soul of prime, Doobie Brothers-era Michael McDonald. This album is bursting at the seams with bops, but “Something Different” takes the cake here. Dude is 23 and arranging songs like this in his bedroom … goddamn. Come for the fun, upbeat tunes with tight harmonies and effortless melodies - stay for the minute-long instrumental outro, where Donkin really flexes his production skills.

3. Chosen to Deserve - Wednesday

Is it country? Is it punk? Is it indie? I don’t know, man - it just fuckin’ rocks. Lead singer Karly Hartzman goes through memories of her childhood, but not in a self-reflective way - she clarifies that she wrote this in the context of “...sitting down with your romantic partner and filling them in on all the not-so-fun parts of your past.” My favorite part of listening to Wednesday’s FANTASTIC album Rat Saw God is how specific they are in their storytelling, with lines like “my friends all took Benadyl ‘til they could see shit crawlin’ up the walls.” Just a beautiful, punk-ass love song.

2. Rush - Troy Sivan

I’ve listened to this approximately one million times this year and it truly never gets old. So catchy, so fun. Truly feels like doing a popper. Not that I’ve, uh, ever, uh, done anything like that, but like, it’s what I IMAGINE a popper would feel like in a club (which is exactly what Troy intended!).

1. My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

You’ve heard it on TikTok a million times, but it still resonates with me so deeply - I had to crown “My Love Mine All Mine” my song of the year. I could write all about how incredibly beautiful this song is, but Mitski’s description really sums it up better than I ever could:

“...I was thinking about, “Well, what do I have that’s really actually mine, that can’t be taken away?” And I know this is corny, but I was really thinking it’s this love I feel in me, that I’ve created in me, that I’ve built in me, that I’ve held on to, and it’s mine for as long as I want it, for as long as I don’t give it up or let the world take it from me. And I really do believe it, to love is the best thing I ever did in my life, better than any song I’ve ever written, better than any achievement by far. To love is truly the best and most beautiful thing I ever did. And then as I was thinking about that, I started thinking about how sad it was that [once I die], I can’t leave behind this most beautiful thing that I have. I guess it sort of dies with me. So I wanted to write a song about how I wish that when I die, I could at least leave all this love behind in the world.”