#BIG thank you for taggin me this was fun

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Jay, and the reason I really chose that as an alias is cause my rl name starts with that letter. Some of my friends call me 'Jojo' cause of you know the anime and I share my name with ONE of the Jojo protagonist. I'll let y'all have fun with that.

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: March 1oth

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍:  Pisces.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6'0 (grumbles in smol boi)

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: I love me some reading, gaming, I also like taking walks (mix them up with a little pokemon go that pushes me to walk a little further.)

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Green is still my favorite color.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: If scott cawthon wrote the book I'm favoriting it.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆:  Crush40 - Sonic Heroes

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖:  One Piece

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: Haven't read anything RECENTLY but the last book I read last month is The silver eyes.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: My nephew, He can be a stressful little guy but his laugh is food for the soul.

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: The blog's mascot or 'face' is Kazuha and it goes with his aesthetics. Though lately I've been lookin' for a big change in themes again but not sure what to base it on this time around.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: FOR The people that are new Imma say this ONE more time, I can wiggle both of my ears.

tagged: @kicharges (thanks for taggin yo boy)

tagging: @electricea , @deathblossomed , @adversitybloomed , @universestreasures , @chibitantei , @swordsxandxsakuras , @lightcreators , @askrossiel , @fatexbound , @acoldsovereign , steal it homies

[pheita]

Blood Night AU Beginning Part 2

Do I have too much fun with this? Yes Should I re-write Sea of Memories but write this? Yes Do I maybe write more? Bet on it.

Taggin @ashen-crest @tabswrites @contes-de-rheio @abalonetea @chris-the-dragonslayer @writingamongther0ses

The sun stung his eyes, even if the strange fog that had lingered for weeks took some of it away. Lyran inwardly cursed himself and why he hadn't gone to bed earlier, but in the end he had earned well and what was too little sleep. Wearing his traveling clothes and his lyre over his shoulder, he made his way to the marketplace, where the group of merchants he was going to travel with was to gather. Even from a distance, there was something strange. The noise level that usually accompanied the packing and gathering of such a group did not reach his ears. A glance up to check the position of the sun told Lyran that it was just after sunrise, as agreed. Arriving at the market, he found only the usual everyday bustle, but no merchant group. A deep sigh escaped him. "By the Five, not again…" "Thought you were from Wealzaryth," a familiar voice sounded behind him. Still searching his mind for where the voice belonged, Lyran turned to find Arritit before him, wrapped in several layers of thin cloaks. "What gave me away, dear Arritit?" "Your brightly colored clothing last night. Such colorfulness is usually found only in Wealzaryth. But what interests me more: What happened again?"

She tugged at her cloaks and pulled them further around her. Lyran reached out and pulled her closer to one of the stalls that offered hot food. Being near the fire should help a little against the cold, even if this early in the morning it was a wasted effort. "I usually travel with the merchants. The last group was supposed to take me all the way to Lagawood and left Dristwood without me, and the group I was supposed to set out for Lagawood with today isn't here." "Hey, bard, you mean the merchants from Stramsa'gonil?" the stall owner asked. Lyran looked over his shoulder at the young fellow. "I do. You know something?" "They took off as soon as it got bright, as if a horde of demons were after them. Never seen anything like it. Panicked and disorganized like kids playing trader." "Thank you, my friend. That helps a bit." Thoughtfully, Lyran had raised his hand and waggled his index finger. Beside him, Arritit chuckled. "If you want to go to Lagawood, we can team up. Provided you can wait another day." "One more day won't matter now. But isn't it too dangerous?" Again she laughed, then looked at him seriously. "I guess you forgot that I have magic. It doesn't get any safer than with me, dearest Lyran." "In that case, I'll gladly accept the offer. I'm too young and too talented to end up as monster food." A slight bow accompanied his statement, which made Arritit laugh again. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some people watching them, though it wasn't clear why. "I couldn't agree more." "The only question then is how I can show my appreciation for it." "I have an idea or two." The flash in her eyes was already a warning. It was a manner he knew too well from Wealmoore's court, when some nobleman thought he could gain an advantage. "Will you fill me in?" "Let's start with you helping me carry. I clearly need different footwear and cloaks in this dreary weather. Especially if I want to keep going north." She shook herself at the last part of the sentence, clearly reluctant to expose herself to snow. "I'm not a particularly big fan of snow, either." "Then we already have something in common." "Then let me be your pack mule for the day, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold or worse." "How very thoughtful of you," she replied, amused, and turned to leave.

With purpose, Arritit walked toward one of the booths. The way she moved through the crowd, knowing where the farmers stood with their puny chickens for slaughter, and exactly where to go so she would be at the merchant of her choice, was not only elegant, but also a testament to the fact that this was not her first time in the city. Eyes always at the sides, Lyran followed her with a little more effort and also to soak up the atmosphere of the market. Something was different from the last days, but he could not name it. It was little things, like the kind of sounds that sounded clearer and at the same time strangely dull, the inhabitants in themselves, going about their day's work on one side and at the same time there was something invisible on their shoulders that depressed their attitude and mood. It reminded him of the scary stories he loved as a child.

"Welcome, welcome! What can I do for you on this cold morning?" the merchant shouted enthusiastically. Like a little box devil, he jumped off his stool. "I need a warm coat. It was still summer when I left, and I need to get to Stramsa'gonil," Arritit explained without mincing words. Her gaze already at a particularly thick one. "You'll need more than just a thick coat there. Do you have gloves and hats? Scarves? Sturdy footwear that's lined? Trust me, losing limbs to the snow is no fun." To punctuate, the merchant raised a hand with the little finger missing. Arritit raised her hand defensively with a smirk that Lyran felt confident but also playful, making him excited to see what she would do now. He leaned a few steps aside from her against the thick beam that held the faded fabric roof of the booth and observed. "Do not worry, dear friend, it is not my first trip to the north, but if you would be willing for a few Renvalis less to add one of your beautiful furs to me as a collar, I would not be averse. I would like to arrive at my mother's house in good health." The merchant put his hand on his chest and nodded gravely. Lyran almost laughed and just managed to make it end in a grunt. "You're visiting your old mother and traveling across the continent to do it? Great mother, what a great heart you have," briefly the merchant looked around at the goods Arritit had his eye on and sighed, "Such a deed must be rewarded. Twelve Renvalis for my thickest coat and largest fur." Even though Arritit clasped her hands in front of her mouth in a gesture of apparent emotion, Lyran saw from his position how she grinned broadly behind it. The fur alone was probably worth that much, and she had just cheated the poor merchant out of good money with her sob story, but if he fell for it, nothing could be done. "How generous of you. May the Great Mother bless you for it." While the deal was being transacted, Lyran's eyes wandered over the nearby stalls. At the candy stand, he stopped. "I'll be right back." "I'll find you, my pretty pack mule."

Briefly, his steps faltered, but Lyran shook the comment away. Arritit wasn't the first to think him handsome, even if it was one of the few times someone had dropped it so casually. "Morning, what can I do for you?" the stall owner mumbled sleepily. Lyran quickly surveyed the display and nodded in satisfaction. "I'll take three irons each from that one, that one, and that one." With the speed of a sleepy man, the owner readied the scales and weighed the dried fruits and nuts Lyran had pointed to. He had just paid and stowed the small bag of goodies in his travel bag when Arritit also appeared behind him as if she had come out of a portal. "Provisions for tonight or for the road?" "Both. The amount should last a few days." Lyran glossed over the part about how it only worked if he didn't pounce on the candy like a ravenous pack of wolves. "Did you plan on me, too?" she just grinned cheekily. "What?" "Now that I know you have candy, you have to share. Old travel rule." Slowly, she walked past him, but kept her eyes on him. A shiver ran down Lyran's spine as the thought occurred to him that she didn't just want dried fruit.

In all the years he had never responded to advances made to him, and he didn't want to start now, but Lyran couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, nor could he stand being alone again after a while. Maybe it was time to give up his principles. His breath clouded his vision as he snorted at the thought that this was probably the core of why bards were said to be unfaithful, chasing the next score everywhere. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy basically, if people just treated them like better brothel whores, then eventually they acted like it. The thought alone disgusted Lyran to the point of chilling him. Arritit looked over her shoulder, wavy hair hiding half her face, but it was enough to see that she cared. "Are you all right?" "It's fine, just some dark thoughts that the morning hasn't dispelled yet." Her gaze continued to linger on him until at the end, Lyran looked away. "Have you had breakfast yet?" "Not much." The serious look that probably all healers and shamans learn in their training met Lyran's eyes. At the same moment, Arritit grabbed near his hand and pulled him to the nearest food stall. "Two milk teas with honey and two bread pockets with meat and vegetables." "You don't have to do that," Lyran tried to contradict, but again the punishing look hit him. "I know enough bards. You're always on the verge of keeling over on me from hunger because you don't eat enough, so you can keep traveling. Besides, I need you to keep your strength up if you're going to haul everything for me, right?" Arritit grinned cheekily at him, paid the vendor, and passed his portion to Lyran in a way that didn't even make him think of objecting further. "Thanks." "You've got good manners, too, not just a pretty face." "I do what I can," Lyran laughed into his cup.

[acewendino]

2 tag memes

Been a hot min since i got tagged in somethin like this, so thanks @jacenbren

Current things tag meme

3 ships: hualian (tgcf), wriollette (genshin impact), dancae (honkai star rail)

Last song: im yours by Isabel LaRosa

Currently reading: Thousand Autumns book 3

Currently watching: Heaven's Official Blessing season 2

Last movie: Spirited Away

Currently consuming: mac n cheeeeeeese

Currently craving: crunchy ice

15 people 15 questions tag me

Are you named after anyone? Yes and no. My first name is based on a mythological creature and my middle name is based on a saint

When was the last time you cried? Uhhhhhhhhhhh good question

Do you have kids? Fuck no

What sports do you play/have you played? I did tae kwon do and cheerleading for a bit as a kid, ive also played soccer and done swim team, track team, and drill team (not really a sport but its got competitions so i say it counts)

Do you use sarcasm? Noooooo i would never /s

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Body language if i can see them, attitude/tone if i cant

What’s your eye color? Blue bordering on light grey depending on the lighting

Scary movies or happy endings? Both are good

Any talents? I can make a high pitch, dog whistle-like noise in my throat by breathing a certain way, does that count?

Where were you born? America (regrettably)

What are your hobbies? Drawin, readin, loitering in big chain stores with friends, video games

Do you have any pets? My orange menace of a cat, Sassy whom i love and cherish despite the fact that she keeps getting sick on my wailord :)

How tall are you? 5'3"

Favorite subject in school? Lunch prolly biology or mythology, although psychology/sociology and forensics were fun too

Dream job? I dont dream of work

Taggin: @silentfallnight @purgatorical @enigmatic-jinx @lochnessyzmonster @sleppy-disaster @beetlesayz @sangostormnight and anyone else that wants in

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was tagged by @princesstokyomoon owo, thanks for taggin me :3

Rules: List your top 5 favorite shows and tag 5 people!

...can i just list yu yu hakusho 5 times LOL god i fucking love that anime so much ive been hyperfixated on ever since i first watched it a few years ago gkdbjfbf that said, biiig surprise what my number one is:

1. Yu Yu Hakusho ⭐️

THIS SHOW CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMICALS. I CANT PROPERLY EXPRESS HOW MUCH I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ADORE THIS CAST OF CHARACTERS. THAT LIL DUDE IN THE MIDDLE?? HIEI, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, I ADORE HIM SO MUCH, HES SUCH A WONDERFUL CUTE TSUNDERE BASTARD. literally the main cast is full of characters with "contradicting" traits that just work SO WELL in making them interesting and fun

kuwabara (the one in blue) is a precious himbo, a very loud delinquent kid who loves to fight but has an honor code he will ALWAYS abide by and has a cute little kitten he adores!!!

yusuke (the one in green) is similarly a delinquent and, honestly, is more of an asshole LOL but he despite his rudeness he doesnt hesitate to put his life on the line for others!

hiei MY LOVE is The Edgy One and always acts like they rest in the group arent his friends but he always is there to help when hes needed and clearly worries for their safety 🥰 and he has a sister hes very sweet and protective over!!! and hes also just Full Of Trauma that i wont get into as more of his backstory is revealed later in the show. and hes just an absolute badass and really hot,,, (forces myself to move on or ill just ramble endlessly about him)

THEN theres hieis lover partner kurama (the red head, and my big kin!!!!), whos by far the sweetest of the 4, is a total mamas boy, BUT hes also a centuries old fox demon known for his thievery and cruelty and was changed when he was almost killed and had to transfer his soul into an unborn human child to stay alive, where his human mom's love changed him to be kinder :'3 (none of that is a spoiler really, this is info he literally states very soon after his introduction) but even though hes changed, hes still can be absolutely RUTHLESS to his enemies. even hiei states early on that he chose kurama as his partner because he wouldnt want him as an enemy

AHEM okay. thats enough rambling about my hyperfixation for now i think fhkzhfjd i probably wont be rambling much about the other ones i just really really REALLY love yyh

the rest arent really in any particular order, and imma put em under the cut!

2. My Hero Academia

i was biiig hyperfixated on this show for a while there, i just absolutely LOVE stories that explore the gray areas of things, so when this show gets into that sorta shit with the hero society its a BIG fave. plus the characters are really fun, todoroki is my fave hehe

3. She-ra (reboot)

another previous hyperfixation, i just really love these characters and honestly theyre so fun to ship in a big ol poly pile lol. tbh i miss being fixated on this one, i had sooo much fun with it ♡

4. Talentless Nana

this was a shorter hyperfixation, but MAN this show gave me EMOTIONS. i dont wanna say too much about it because i think its best to watch the first episode without knowing too much about it, but there is a BIG TWIST at the end of the first episode, and the "genre" of the show completely shifts for all of the episodes after it. if you like darker series, i def recommend this one :3 i just hope itll get more seasons!! but at least theres the manga to continue on with after the first season!

5. Avatar the Last Airbender

an absolute classic from my childhood ♡ itll always be one of my faves!! the characters, the story, the world, i love it so much !!! i still wish i could be a water or fire bender ^w^

honestly it feels weird not putting up a sonic show on here, but when i think about it i never was the biggest on the shows and have always been way more attached to the games canon. though sonic x is def still a classic from my childhood too owo

ah shit i was about to post this without tagging anyone i almost completely forgot HFKSHGK uhh ill tag @megalo-station @catfuyus @transgaykurama @mageofcolors @l-lawliets-pussy @yoko-kurama-the-sex-god (i did 1 over 5 bc im a rebel 😈 JFLZJF)

[touyatiredforthis]

MEET THE MUSE!

Rules: Answer in-character. Repost, don’t reblog. 

Tagged by: @iruludavare @harmonicrecord {thanks so much for thinkin of me!}

Tagging: @basicknowledge @metroseamstress @88sugiru @idealisticharmony @mutemystical @xmoonkissedx @venomousxintent @fracturedhues @highrollingheir @rottenrhythms @unovasrose and you!

► NAME ➭ “‘Touya Kurokawa.”

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭  “...Yeah? What of it?”

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “I guess. I got my partners and… Well, I’m reconnecting with folks I like.”

► ARE YOU ANGRY?  ➭ “OKAY, people like to ask this one a LOT but I’m just TRYING to point out shit that no one else seems to!”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “Oh hell yeah they are. They’re almost painfully still married with how they spend anniversaries and shit.”

NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ “Y’know, I don’t actually know that off the toppa my head, but ah… I’m pretty sure I was born in Nuvema. I oughta ask Ma about it.”

► HAIR COLOR ➭ “Uh, dark brown.”

► EYE COLOR ➭ “Take a good look. It’s pretty damn brown.”

► BIRTHDAY ➭ “Oh shit, uh… September 1. That’s right.”

► MOOD ➭ “Eh, I’m doing alright. Waiting on my Xtransceivah to get back.”

► GENDER ➭ “Oh, uh. My pronouns are Him/His. I think. Yeah.”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ “Unova summers fuckin’ blow, but winters are pretty damn nippy too… But I guess I DO like bundlin’ up. Winter feels bettah.”

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “Up an’ at ‘em, baby. Ya gotta world to take on.”

ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE?➭ “... Next question.”

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “Mmnh. Maybe? Isn’t that just havin’ a crush?”

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ “Last relationship?”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “Ehh… Not as far as I know. I hope the fuck not.”

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “I think I’m MORE afraid of NOT committin’ ta stuff. If you don’t take care of somethin’ you said you would, what’s the point?”

► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ “....Man, I don’t think about this stuff off the toppa my head. Does huggin’ any of my partners count?”

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “HAHAH.”

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “The FUCK does this mean? Have I ever made myself supah sad? Sometimes, yeah.”

CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “Okay, but who’s gonna say lust right offa the bat? And who’s gonna believe me if I choose eithah one?”

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “WHEN LIFE GIVES YA LEMONS, YOU MIX IT WITH WATAH AND SOME HONEY BABEYYY.”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “Is there a choice? Meh. I got four people not related ta me that we’d fight for. We know each othah. But… I’m not really opposed to havin’ a buncha regular friends. I just don’t have that.”

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ “TURN IT UP--Nah, that’s every damn day, so...”

► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ “Gimme the day, babey. If you’re early enough, you still have you-time."

HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “HAH. Just try pullin’ a fast one on Ma.”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “Ho yeah. It just happens, I ain’t ashamed. Hurts though...”

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ “Other than for the Plasma bullshit ta end? Hmm… I REALLY wanted this dapper little hat for Ribbon that I had ta work for..”

PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “Smiles, real ones. Everybody’s got that face that tells ya they’re havin’ a great time.”

► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “Eh! Either one feels just fine. Though I DO like usin’ the people I like as an armrest. Drives some of them crazy.”

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “Why are those mutually exclusive, though? I mean, by my urges, it’s always attraction, but like?”

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “Mmnhn… Haven’t really had eithah.”

FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “Sure do, I’d say. I started visiting more."

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “My life is mine. The whole Plasma shit nevah should’ve happened but I grew up because of it..”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “Mm... I guess you could count my little disappearin’ act a bit of a run away.”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “Of my house? Nah. Elsewhere? Heheh...”

FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “Eh! If I don’t like ya, I don’t make it a secret.”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “I mean, they made it ABUNDANTLY clear they care ‘bout me and I do them so! I’d say yeah.”

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ “Ho boy. These two kids I grew up with in Nuvema. Ride ‘til I die.”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “HEH! People within 10 feet of me within 10 minutes, probably. But the easiest ansah’s probably my Pokemon and prolly lil Anne. Nothin’ gets past her..”

[babbushka]

Good morning from rainy old England again! 💙 First of all, I’m so excited for all the up coming pieces of work that are going to come from your sweet Husbands birthday session! Thank you so much for doing this for us 💙🥰 You’ve given us work like this before; but what would happen if one day Flip came home after a bad day of work and just needed some love from his wife? Nothing crazy, maybe just her asking if he needs and hug and him swan diving into her arms or something? Doesn’t have to be heavy or angsty, just our sweet old Mr and Mrs Zimmerman showing each other some love 🥺

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this is! I hope you enjoy the fluff :)

1k, cw: mention of baby zimmerman, mostly just flip being a grouch lol

You smell him, before you see him. The moment he opens the door, an unfamiliar waft of tobacco hits your nose, and for a split second, you panic that it might not be your husband at all, until you hear the familiar curse under his breath as he drops his keys, and you smile.

“Honey? I’m home.” Flip calls from the foyer in the way that he does every day when he arrives at a decent hour, but even still, right away you can sense something’s off.

And you’re right, because as you round the corner to greet your lumberjack, he looks more surly than usual. He’s got a scowl set deep into his forehead, his lips tugged down into a firm frown. With a soft smile, you extend a hand for him and he takes it happily, lets himself be tugged into the kitchen where something hot and fresh is waiting for him.

“Rough day?” You ask even though you know the answer is yes, “You look like you’re going to kill something.”

“I fuckin’ feel like I want to.” Flip groans a little, sees his son sitting happily in his high chair playing with cheerios on the little tray in front of him, and gets over himself. “Just a lot of bullshit, one stupid fuckin’ thing after another.”

Picking the baby up, the boy’s bright eyes crinkle at the corners when he bursts into happy giggles, the kind that Flip’s never sure whether or not the baby is making fun of him, or just glad to see him. You always tease that it’s both, but either way, he smooches the boy right on his dimples in greeting, and sets him back down on his chair.

“Want to tell me about it?” You watch the interaction fondly from the fridge where you hand him a beer, one that he takes gratefully.

Flip wasn’t much of a talker around other people, he was observant more than anything, preferred to sit and watch from the sidelines, absorbing information like a sponge. It’s what made him such a great detective – he was stoic, and composed, and more or less a fly on the wall.

Except for when he’s just around you, in which case you’d be hard pressed to get him to shut up.

“Well first of fuckin’ all, someone parked in my goddamn spot. I’ve had the same parking spot for seven years at this fuckin’ station and someone decided to park there. New kid, Jones? Rookie didn’t know any better so I let it go. But then, the guy used my mug – you know the one I keep in the rec room? So now the kid’s officially on my shit list.”

Flip rambles on and on, listing off the things that he can remember in the moment.

“I had a meeting with Trapp where he basically told me and Ron we’ve got to push harder with the case because the FBI is going to get involved which is always such a fucking pain in the ass and we need to finish our work before they take over and have jurisdiction. And on top of all of that, I’m out of fuckin’ cigarettes at the office.”

“Oh shit, why didn’t you call me I would’ve brought you some.” Eyes widening, you feel for him. You knew Flip has been a smoker since he was thirteen and had no plans to start quitting anytime soon, and you also knew how big of a bitch he could be when he has to go without them.

Flip scrubs a hand over his face and shrugs, “I didn’t want to bother you, I bummed a couple off of Jimmy but he smokes Marlboro and you know how much I fuckin’ hate Marlboro.”

“I did think you smelled off.” You tease then, wanting to try and get him in a lighter mood. “I got worried for a sec, thought you might be sneakin’ off to another woman.”

“As if you’re not too much to handle as it is!” Flip scoffs, before rounding the kitchen table and pulling you into a tight hug, attacking your throat with bites that have you squirming out of his grip with a grin.

“Bullshit, you like that I’m high maintenance.” You wink at him, dancing just out of his reach, making him hunt after you, long legs making that job easier.

“Yeah I do.” He catches you, eyes flicking down to your lips.

You get the hint, and loop your arms over his strong shoulders, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting and twirling it between your fingers as he calms down, asking, “Kiss me a little?”

Flip hopes that his son is still working on those cheerios as he tips your chin up and captures your mouth with his. Almost at once you can feel the tension slip out of his body, he sighs out a long held breath of relief, finally back in your arms. It really was the best place for him to be, for everyone’s sake.

As your tongues slide against one another, eyes closed, lashes brushing against your cheek as your noses bump together, somewhere in the back of your mind you feel bad for Flip’s coworkers – you can only imagine the state he had been in all day.

“Next time call me, I’ll bring you smokes.” You pat at his chest when the kiss ends, and Flip nods appreciatively.

“God what the fuck would I do without you?” Flip asks dreamily, pinching at your ass as you step away from him.

Flip follows you, because Flip doesn’t really do much else when he’s home other than follow you around and bug you all day long.

“Die probably.” You throw over your shoulder as you check to make sure the baby is okay.

“Yeah, probably.” He agrees with a knowing nod, which makes you laugh, which in turn makes the baby laughs, and Flip can’t help but think how fuckin’ glad he is to be home.

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[bootyyy-shaker9000]

Give Me A Chance

D.Danny x G-N! Reader [Oneshot]

Relationship: Pining - Romantic

Warnings: Slight Cursing, A Suggestive Joke, Fluff.

"Here ya' go, Big Mama!" Heaving five large worn-sacks of what you expected to contain Yokai goods, the three partners-in-crime grinned triumphantly. "Managed to loot them flashy broads from a few blocks down, slipped in and out no problem."

Big Mama's features gleamed in awe as she watched the rugged men stroll through her lobby, nearing towards her with her prize. "Oh, splendid! Well, I'm sure you are well aware of sorting your share."

From your positioning nearby Big Mama's grand table, you inspected them as they lugged three of the five bags of plunder onto a convenient marble surface.

Mickey bobbed his head in affirmation. "Sixty per cent on your end, Boss. Just like we promised ya'!"

"Formidable work, boys. I once again thank you for your service." The woman's gaze wandered, examining the stash as she wavered her hand over it all. "Now, I'll just have my assistant here take care of this while you fellas make yourself acquainted."

The mention of your given role had peaked your attention, giving the Mud Dogs a once over before making your way to the table. Big Mama placed a delicate hand on your shoulder, her mouth nearing towards your ear whispering: "Keep a close eye on them for me. Don't want their grubby fingers finding themselves somewhere they shouldn't."

Your eyes trailed up to Loathsome stretching out on a nearby settee with Malicious gawking at the fine art that scattered across the lobby's walls. While Dastardly - the only Mud Dog that had "conversed" with you on multiple occasions - perched his elbows on the tabletop's edge with body facing towards you, awaiting your arrival.

Your over-watch would basically be unnecessary when you already have the rat's eyes watching your every move. Not that you minded his attention (to an extent), you just had no idea what enjoyment he was getting out of it.

"Will do, Chief."

With that, Big Mama made her way out of the area with a rhythmic sway of her hips. While in turn, you stalked over to the pile of moolah you were set to examine, having to position yourself beside the dapper rat; who seemed all too eager to stay close.

"So uh," Dastardly adjusted his footing, tilting his head to get a better look at you. "How's work been holding up for ya' recently?"

You halted your inspection to take a subtle glance around, Danny taking note of it on the spot. "The coast is clear, doll, don't worry 'bout it."

He nodded reassuringly with his brow quirked before you dragged out a long inflated sigh. You flipped your back to the table, the small of your back resting on the table's edge as you mirrored the rat's laid-back stance.

"It freaking blows. Literally the most boring job known to pretty much anyone." You combed your fingers through the roots of your hair, giving your scalp a small rub in the process. "It's shocking how exhausting it is to do absolutely nothing, seriously. I'd rather be on my feet actually doing something, you know, like you guys. Being an errand boy or whatever."

"Errand boys?" An offended scoff was sent to you in return, the sound already making the corners of your lips turn up. "I'll have you know it takes a lotta skill and precision ta' do what we do half the time."

"Yeah and the other half you just spend it aimlessly goofing around."

"Meh, whatcha gonna do?"

You chuckled before lazily hoisting yourself up onto the counter, careful not to get an ass full of coins by avoiding the bags of loot. "Hey, I wasn't exactly saying it was a bad thing. It's gotta be fun at least."

With your body slumped, you held your position with your palms pressed to the marble surface. Peeking out from your downcast gaze, you caught a glimpse of Dastardly inching himself closer to your side. The left side of his hip rested on the slab as he dug his hands deep into his pockets, eyeing your form intently.

"Y'know... We could have some fun, just you and me."

Your head struck up in an instant. "Woah there, Casanova. Try to keep it in your pants, you're supposed to be a professional."

"Whaddya m-" His brows drew together in confusing before his cheeks tinted as the realisation dawned on him. "Oh! Oh, shi- no! Jeez, toots, I just meant 'fun' as in taking you outta' dinner or catch a show or somethin'."

A brazen grin made its way to his lips, his nostrils slightly flaring. "Unless that other offer is on the table then-"

"-It isn't."

"Well," Faltering only for a moment, his thin lips stretched back into a small smile but it didn't quite reach his dark eyes, "how about that date then?"

You just... Didn't understand.

"What makes you so interested in going out with me?" Your brow raised in question, tapping your index finger anxiously on the cold marble. "We've barely even talked."

Bashful, Dastardly brought a clammy hand up to rub the back of his neck, giving his tendons a slight message. "Heh, that’s kinda the reason why, toots. I can't figure you out."

The man let out a sigh before slumping back onto the edge of the table, crossing one ankle over the other as he shifted his weight.

"Usually, I can look at someone and read em on the spot, but you don't put too much of yourself out there. Every time I'm here you give me feelings I ain't totally sure on how to handle, but I sorta like it. I always wanna hang out with you and do stupid shit without the boys taggin' along, it doesn't even matter what we do!"

You winced as he got excitable the more he went on. "Danny..."

"Just hear me out, please." He set his hands out in front of him to figuratively set you on pause. "I wanna get to know ya, and a part of me thinks you wanna get to know me too. So, if you're willin', lemme take you out so we can get to know each other. Outside of all this."

Of course you wanted to get to know him. He was this mysterious guy in a striped suit that would waltz in and out of your workplace every week and actually take the time to notice you around. You couldn't help the curiosity that welled deep in your belly every time you caught him eyeing you from across the room.

You just couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he actually wanted to know who you were. Not just one of Big Mama's collaborators. Not just the associate that idled around wherever your boss lurked. Just you. You couldn't help but be fond of the man for wanting to do so.

Though you were still cautious of his intentions...

Huffing lightly, you replied. "So there are these guys that have been pestering Big Mama, right? They've been digging at her to pay up whatever expenditure she owed them, and obviously, she did. Holding up her end of the bargain as always."

"And this has somethin' to do with the date thing because...?"

"Lemme finish. But as you also know, that woman isn't one for letting someone give her such a hard time without 'semi-retaliating'..."

"I'm reckoning that's where the boys and I come in." The rat roughly adjusted the collar of his shirt, loosening the top button. "So doing this job is the only way I'm going to have a chance with you, huh?"

You couldn't help the nip of guilt that caught you. "See it as more of a test, Romeo."

Hopping off of the counter with ease, you manoeuvred yourself in front of the man, setting your hands on his lapels. You fixed his blazer with a slight pull while straightening it out in the process.

"Do this particularly important job, then I'll consider..." Your eyes reached up to meet Danny's, observing his pink-tinted features for a brief moment. "The date thing. Deal?"

Despite feeling grateful for the offer, he sounded slightly defeated. "Consider?"

Tugging gently on his lapels, you brought your mouth up to his ear, keeping your voice hushed. "It's a definite yes if you get your ass back here quick enough."

His ear flicked back as his dumbstruck eyes stared at you in what seemed to be a mixture of disbelief and excitement. Coughing out to compose himself, he turned away from your form to face the two Yokai that loitered across the room.

"Aye, boys! D'ya hear that? We got a job to do, move yer hides!" Danny ushered them to the exit with a vigorous waft of his arms, ignoring any annoyed protests.

Before leaving the building himself, the suited man pivoted on one heel to bid you a due, with a smug tip of his hat. "See you soon, sunshine."

In return, you gave a simple short wave of your hand goodbye. Though you couldn't help but reflect the flashy grin that he held onto your own features.

The realisation only just settling in, you sprung up to halt him from leaving the lobby. "Wait, Danny! I haven't even told you the job yet!"

Almost cartoonish, the Yokai poked his head back through the door way. "But I just- i just made a big deal with the leaving thing! And no- oh y'know what, I'll be back tomorrow!"

"Okay!" A hearty laugh escaped your lips as you watched him leave for the second time, leaving you desolate.

Maybe he's worth that chance.

[strawbunniiee]

A Girl and a Ghost Ch. 2: Wandering the Trails

YAAYYYY I FINALLY GOT MY LAZY BUTT TO POST THIS

anyways, as promised i finally wrote a second chapter! i hope you enjoy it :)

@salamifuposey @monsterbride99 just lettin y’all know this exists sjjddkfkd srry for taggin yall so much hope u dont mind aa

It had been a few weeks after Jawaii had met Phantom, and she began to see him regularly. After her meeting with him, Phantom had secretly slipped a note in her pocket that had the lyrics of a special song. If she were to sing said song, he would arrive.

Some mornings, Jawaii would wake up feeling as if befriending Phantom was all a dream. Like it never even happened, it was all in her own mind. But alas it was not, luckily for her. They would explore the town and forests and just generally have fun with eachother.

Jawaii was discovering so many new feelings... feelings she had never really felt before finally having a best friend. Each one was just as wonderful than the last.

One morning, Jawaii ran to the forest, summoned Phantom and they began to talk about what they wanted to do for the day.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Jawaii asked eagerly.

"Hmm, I'm not entirely sure... but perhaps I could show you my homeland?" Phantom suggested.

"Ooh! What's your homeland like? I bet it's cool!"

"It's quite creepy, I'll admit, but it does have a nice atmosphere."

"AWESOME! Can you take me? Pleaaaase?" begged Jawaii.

Phantom chuckled. "Of course! Now stay close, I don't want you getting lost."

And so, they were on their way to Spooky Trails, Phantom's home. Jawaii kept constantly pestering Phantom on the way, asking if they were there yet. When they arrived, it was indeed quite a creepy place, but of course Jawaii didn't mind.

"Wow... so this is your home? You like, actually live here?" asked Jawaii.

"Indeed it is! Hopefully it doesn't creep you out too much though..." replied Phantom.

"Dude, are you kidding? This is the most amazing place EVER!" she yelled.

Phantom was a bit startled by Jawaii suddenly yelling. "Quiet down, you'll disturb the spirits. They don't like being disturbed." the ghost gently reminded.

"Oh. Sorry spirit people. You guys are super cool though!" Jawaii began to skip ahead, with Phantom catching his breath trying to catch up to her.

"You're quite a brave young girl, I'll say. Not scared of Spooky Trails, ghosts in general... it's quite a surprise! I never knew there was a human who enjoyed our company and wanted to befriend us... let alone a child!"

"Duh, of course I'm not scared of you. You're amazing! And I bet all the other ghosts are just as wonderful as you are." said Jawaii.

"Aww, why thank you! However... it's quite rare that humans actually want us around, you see. They're either terrified of us, see us as an annoyance, or want us gone."

Jawaii began to realize how much she had in common with Phantom. She knew he had told her something similar the day they had met, but she never knew that he too was hunted down and wanted dead.

"...Me, my siblings and my dad are all wanted dead. Just because we're "evil". We barely even hurt anybody... I know my dad destroys planets for a living, and I guess that can be seen as bad, bu-"

"Jawaii, dear, apologies for interrupting of course, and I don't see you any different or anything, don't worry, but your father does what now?" Phantom had never heard of such a thing. Annihilating planets for a job! Who would do something like that?

"He destroys planets for a living. Besides, Dad tells me it's an important job, because if there's too many planets the galaxy could get overpopulated and it would be bad." explained Jawaii.

"Ah... fair point actually."

Eventually they made it to a large gate. It had bars shaped like musical notes and a dial shaped like a full moon.

"This is the Moon Gate, beyond it lies my stage, where I reside." said Phantom.

"You live on a stage? That's really cool!"

Phantom smiled. "It's sort of the only "house" I have. I'm glad you enjoy the concept though!"

Jawaii ran up to the gate and pushed it, pressing her entire mass against it trying to open it.

"Why won't it open?!" Jawaii growled, frustrated.

Phantom effortlessly pushed the gate open with his hand. "There you go!"

"...WHAT?!" Jawaii stood there, staring at him with her jaw dropped. "How strong even ARE you?"

The ghost rabbit laughed quite a bit. "I'm the only one who can open the Moon Gate when it isn't a full moon, I'm not THAT strong, of course."

"Ohhhh. That makes sense." replied Jawaii.

They walked up the pathway that lead to the stage. It was an absolutely massive stage, but also looked quite old. The curtains were a torn and tattered, and the wooden floor looked very scratched up. There were strange blocks scattered everywhere, with seemingly no purpose. The place definitely looked like it had seen better days.

However, Jawaii adored it and stared in awe and wonder at it.

"Your house is awesome, Phantom!" said Jawaii, running off to explore the place.

"Thank you, my dear friend! It certainly isn't much, but make yourself at home."

Jawaii climbed up and down the pipes, examined all of the spotlights, and she even poked around in the wires despite Phantom begging her not to. Needless to say, she would have nearly electrocuted herself if it wasn't for Phantom.

He introduced her to many of the Peek-a-Boos and Spooky Trails Rabbids who also resided here. She enjoyed talking to them, and yet again, it felt so nice to have people treating her as if she wasn't a threat, just a normal child. She could never get enough of that feeling. It was so wonderful to her.

About an hour later, Jawaii sat down in boredom.

"I'm bored now." Jawaii mumbled.

"Well, we have been here for quite some time, so I could see why. Would you perhaps like to go somewhere else in Spooky Trails?" asked Phantom.

Jawaii's eyes lit up. "There's more of this place? Heck yeah I wanna go!"

Her eagerness made Phantom smile. "Well then, let's head off shall we?"

They crossed a bridge over a rushing river (which Jawaii threw a stick into), passed by a few giant jack-o-lanterns and fed some hungry crows a bit of (probably very stale) bread that they found. Then they came to an enormous manor, which looked abandoned and loomed over the forest.

But Phantom was very uneasy about this mansion.

"J-Jawaii, let's explore this mansion a for just a minute and then we'll turn back, all right?" said Phantom, his voice shaking.

"Wait, what's up? Are you all right?" asked Jawaii, with concern.

"I'm fine. Just... look around for a bit and we REALLY must go back. Besides, y-you must be hungry after all of this, we should get a snack!"

"...All right, if you say so."

Jawaii wandered around the front yard of the mansion. She picked some flowers, examined some mushrooms (she tried to eat one), and threw stones against the wall of the mansion.

Phantom floated up to her as she was throwing the stones against the wall. "...We really need to get going,"

"But wh-" Just as Jawaii was about ask why, she accidentally threw a stone straight into a window in the mansion. There was a loud shatter and a horrifying shriek. Phantom immediately jumped in front of her, hiding her behind his large, round body. A big, spherical ghost with a crown emerged from the wall of the manor. He had piercing, glowing purple eyes with a cruel, furious stare. He had sharp teeth, which were bared in fury.

His crown's jewel had a massive crack in it.

Oh my God. thought Jawaii, immediately realizing how reckless she had been.

"FIRST YOU TURN MY TROOPS AGAINST ME, AND NOW YOU DESTROY MY CROWN?!" the ghost with the crown shrieked. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, YOU CRUEL, DISGUSTING FOOL. YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE TO ME."

Phantom quivered in terror, not knowing what to do other than to hide Jawaii behind him.

He gained the courage to speak. "I never turned them against you. I made them realize how horrible you treated them. If anything, YOU'RE the cruel one."

Jawaii knew she had to do something too. She couldn't just stand here and let the only friend she had possibly be harmed, or far, far worse.

She went out from behind Phantom. "I destroyed your crown." Jawaii said, staring the crowned ghost in the eye.

"J-Jawaii, no...!"

"WHO IS THIS LITTLE BRAT?! AND WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS, GOING AND DOING THIS TO I, KING BOO, THE RULER OF THE UNDEAD?" King Boo screamed.

"If you must know, she is my friend. And she is not a brat, you demonic marshmallow." said Phantom, still quaking, but trying to be brave.

Phantom's insult just made the king even more angry.

"ANGRY MARSHMALLOW? LOOK WHO'S TALKING, YOU OVERINFLATED BLIMP OF A RABBIT!" he screeched.

Jawaii came a bit closer to King Boo. "HEY! Nobody insults my best friend like that, you ugly hag!"

"...What did you just call me, you little DIRT GOBLIN?"

"You heard me loud and clear."

Unable to come up with any witty comebacks or clever responses, King Boo angrily sputtered out, "ALL RIGHT YOU TWO PESTS, GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE YOU BOTH REGRET IT."

Without hesitation, Phantom picked Jawaii up off the ground and flew off with her.

King Boo angrily cursed under his breath and went back inside his mansion, plotting his revenge on the ghost Rabbid and the young alien.

[jonathanssweatercollection]

stranger things opinions !!

(tagged by the lovely @pusheen1802 thank u for taggin me !!!)

my beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world fave: JONATHAN BABY BOY BYERS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I WOULD KILL A MAN FOR YOU

my trash-shit fave: to a certain extent, hopper. s1 hopper is a fave but he’s also a himbo but still fun and interesting. s2 hopper is a dick at times and didn’t deserve to be forgiven so quickly for lying to everybody and restricting el so much. s3 hopper was literally abusive, killed russians indiscriminately, threatened children, abused his power as a cop and had a shitty mario moustache.

my I love to hate them fave: tommy, carol and nicole (even if she makes stupid pouty faces when mocking people). and kinda brenner

my I hate to love them fave: no one??? either they’re a dick or i love them there isn’t an in-between

my I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire non-fave: billy; i need not say more. axel from kali’s gang bc ya know he used a lot of ableist and derogatory language and almost killed a child (or at least threatened to). and obviously brenner for obvious reasons

my I didn’t care about them either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about them now I can’t stand them non-fave: dustin; i still love him but he’s been turned into such basic and boring meme fodder. i miss when he was a well-rounded character who’s pov i could understand like in s1 (maybe s2 if i’m not counting the bullshit wannabe “love triangle” with max and lucas) but he really is just a “big fun” kinda archetype for comic relief

my I could take them or leave them kinda non-fave: erica murray. they’ve turned into tropes gone wrong (“sassy black girl”/“precociously mean sibling” and “creator’s pet”/“shipper with an agenda” which are just 1. unrealistic and 2. incredibly creepy)

my I will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender, there will be no white flag above my door. I’m in love and always will be fave ship: stoncy and jancy. obviously

my they’re cute together and I dig them but I’m not all that terribly invested kinda fave ship: uhh idk maybe jopper ?? i’d be more invested if hopper wasn’t such a dick so much of the time (especially to joyce and the children) like pre-mid-s2 hopper was prime beefcake boyfriend material but then he just. stopped being like that (other than at the very end of s2 lol)

my I didn’t care about this ship either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about it now I can’t stand it non-fave ship: byeler. this is going to make more mutuals block me lmao. fandom has just kinda warped mike and will into these cookie-cutter fanon characters that fujoshi can froth over, while baby-fying will (even though he canonically hates that) and vilifying mike and making him seem stupid and repressed (like hello steve is right there /j) also there’s the whole hating el and infantilising her AS WELL as will bc she gets in the way of the ship. i still really like byeler!!! but fandom goes out of its way to make me dislike it lol

[swimmingleo]

thanks to @subtlesmile and @laurelier for taggin me❤️

👽what do you prefer to be called name-wise? Leo ! or yk insult me i love a bit of banter

👽when is your birthday? February 3rd

👽where do you live? France (derogatory)

👽three things you’re doing right now? this, some photoshop and lookin up santiags on vinted, today's a busy week for me

👽four fandoms that have picked your interest right now? aw man.. I actually don’t really do fandoms anymore apart from here, I’ve given enough in the past LMAO but let’s say,, i have a growing interest for Paul McCartney, A24 movies, im a big Fallout: New Vegas nerd and that's about it for now

👽how is the pandemic treating you? factually i live in a privileged enough environment for it to spare me in the ways that matter. But we're not feeling good obviously

👽song you can’t stop listening to? Dinner at Eight by Rufus Wainwright (one of my fav singers ever)

👽recommend a movie: Velvet Goldmine is a good one, Ewan McGregor and Toni Collette content <3

👽how old are you? 20

👽school, university, occupation, other? im about to get lost in Ireland

👽hot or cold? Cold cuz I have cute sweaters and sick fake fur coats i got for like 10euros so I love them even more

👽name one fact others may not know about you: i have a balloon phobia whatever it is called. Like I can't be in the same room as someone blowing up a balloon. When I worked in a restaurant i was highly advised to do the balloons for the kids and it was torture lmao

👽are you shy? mmh yeah quite askjgmjrqe as you can tell by this keysmash

👽do you have any preferred pronouns? she/they is good! Wish French was as easy

👽any pet peeves? idk tiktok (it can be so fun and good spirited such a shame it is the way it is)

👽what's your favourite "dere" type ? ..............aw man

👽rate your life 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be. let’s say 5, just cuz im in a transition kinda phase so it’s neither good or bad.

👽what’s your main blog? thisss

👽is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you? errr idk? I don't think I'm intimidating here like pfffrt HA but I've been told a lot I am IRL so just in case well,, i'm happy to talk to whoever whenever❤️ and about anything actually

IM SO LATE with tag games and confused like who did it who didn't! im taggin @anapologethicc @angldust @agape-28 if you want and haven't done it already!

[twit-moonstar]

✨ get to know me ✨

thanks to the lovely Sofie aka @drivenbybri for taggin’ me 💖 Your answers were quite interesting!

Do you make your bed? not usually, i try to move as little as i can so i won't have to do it

What’s your favourite number? 39, maybe?

What is your job? i'm not working currently but i used to attend calls on a pizza place.

If you could go back to school, would you? i'm on my last year but fuck no

Can you parallel park? no, i'm too afraid to drive

A job you had that would surprise people? haven't had that many jobs

Do you think aliens are real? yeah, i mean we can't be the most "intelligent" form of life out there in the big universe

Can you drive a manual car? nop

What’s your guilty pleasure? bf roleplay audios 🙈

Tattoos? just one... for now. i'm planning on getting more next year 😄

Favourite colour? blue and blood red

Favourite type of music? mostly rock but i listen to a wide range of genres, i also like pop and indie. The artists I listen the most are: Queen, Paramore, Ben Platt, Halfnoise, Elton John, Lana del Rey, Ashnikko, Rei Ami, Hayley Williams. I'm also gettin into The rolling stones, Fleetwood Mac and The Animals

Things that people do that drive you crazy? doing repetitive sounds when i'm trying to concentrate, bossing me around, yelling

Do you like doing puzzles? haven't done one in a while but yeah they're fun

Any phobias? uh, to frogs and toads i guess?

Favourite childhood sport? none

Do you talk to yourself? not always out loud but yeah quite a lot

What movie do you adore? uh so many but I, Tonya, Rocketman and Ready or not (please watch Ready or not!!!)

Coffee or tea? milk

First thing you wanted to be growing up? mmm i think it was either a classic ballerina or an actress

I'm tagging @seraphicmercury @sweetgcreature @dreamer821 (you're free to ignore this!) and whoever wants to do it ❤

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 2

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use, descriptions of an overdose

Word Count: 2,384

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1

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“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Your step mother, Anne cooed in her deep Southern accent as you walked into your family run road side stand to see if your dad could use an extra hand behind the register. “Wait until your father hears the good news! And look at this handsome little bean!”

“Is he here?” You asked as you pushed your Chanel sunglasses on top of your head and dropped the strap of your diaper bag on the handle of the stroller. 

“He’s out back, sugar.” She said as she gestured behind herself, vaguely while making faces at Gage. “Hello! Hello!” Your poor son, who had never met his grandparents before, started to cry, which made the damaged half of you giggle the slightest bit since Anne was the reason your parents got divorced in the first place.

“Oh, let’s go find grandpa, bubba.” You cooed as you stepped to the side of the stroller so Gage could see you as you pushed the stroller toward the back. “Oh, my goodness I know! The mean scary lady got right in your face…”

“Oh!” Anne gasped at your back. “Well bless your heart!”

“My heart don’t need blessin’!” You called out over your shoulder with a smile. 

“The hell did you say to her this time?” Your dad, Ross called out from under his 1972 Ford pick up.

“I didn’t say anything.” You said with a shrug as you let Gage chew on your finger to calm himself down. “I need work.”

“What, did that bright California sun finally burn all your nonsense hopes and dreams away?”

“Nope, the piece of shit baby daddy did that in three minutes and twenty two seconds.” Ross sighed and dropped his wrench in the dirt he was laying on and slid out from under the car to look at you.

“I never liked that punk anyways.” He sighed as he looked you up and down. “You look good, kid.”

“Thanks, pop.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your freshly dyed red hair and put your sunglasses back on. “Now if only the modeling agencies would overlook the c-section scar like they did the thick thighs… and you know, the whole heroin addiction shit.”

“Yea, fuck those dumb shits.” He grumbled as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “Wouldn’t know a good thing if it punched ‘em in the dick.”

“You need a hand behind the register?” You asked as you took an offered smoke and stood up.

“I’m guessin’ this little slugger’s taggin’ along?” He asked as you turned your stroller around so Gage could still see you when you smoked.

“Someone’s gotta count the register.” Your dad nodded his head slowly as he looked at his grandson and took a long drag of his cigarette.

“Fuck kinda name is Gage, anyway?”

“One that I fucking picked, asshole.” You laughed as you looked over at him. “Jesus, old man.”

“Gage.” He repeated with a shake of his head. “Sounds like a damn car part.”

“You’re an idiot.” You laughed as he pat your cheek and crouched down to go back to work.

“You leave your step-mama alone if you’re sitting at that register all day!” He called out as he picked up his wrench. “And don’t you be eatin’ all the damn honey sticks like your sister, neither or I’m dockin’ your pay, too!”

“Never liked the honey sticks anyways!” You called back before taking one last drag of your cigarette and heading inside. “I’ll take it from here.” You said as sweetly as you could to Anne as you pushed the stroller up beside the hand made counter your older brother had made when you were just a kid.

“Unbelievable.” She sighed as she grabbed her water bottle and got up from her little chair to go and complain to your dad. With a victorious smile, you picked your son up out of his car seat and smiled broadly at him as you waited for the couple customers in the store to pick out what they wanted.

——

“So the misfit daughter came back home.” Your older brother, Junior, said as he came into the farm stand the next morning with a giant teasing smile on his face. “Shit, when did he get so big?”

“I ask myself that every morning.” You sighed as you turned down the music playing on your phone, stood up, and headed around the counter to say hi to your brother. “How’s the fields?”

“Field-y.” He chuckled as he gave you a dirt covered one armed hug. “Still taking your clothes off for money?”

“You’re a fucking idiot. No, don’t touch my baby!” You snapped as you whacked at your brother’s hands. “I’m mad at you!”

“Oh, boo hoo.” He teased as he leaned over the side of the pack and play and reached in to brush his knuckle across Gage’s cheek. “Seriously, though. He’s adorable.” You thanked him softly and pulled your chair over to sit for a little bit while you monitored the morning delivery of the fresh produce. “You want me to kill him?”

“You don’t have to kill him.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. “I just… shit, I don’t even know anymore.”

“What don’t we know?” Your sister, Tabby asked as she came in the front with eggs from her chickens.

“What I’m gunna do with myself anymore.” You breathed as you rested your elbow on the counter and propped your head up on your palm. “I just keep asking myself where the fuck I went wrong in my life?”

“When you became a stripper.” Tabby said as she put the eggs in the old Coke fridge.

“I was never…”

“When you started dating that dickhead.” Junior interrupted as he pointed at your baby sister.

“When you though doing coke at dad’s wedding was a good idea.”

“When you dropped out of high school.”

“That time you drank a whole bottle of tequila at my graduation.”

“When you moved to California in the middle of the night without a word.”

“That time…”

“OK, enough you two.” You barked as you whacked Junior’s arm because he was the closest. “I get it, alright? I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“You two leave your sister alone and get back to work.” Ross said as he carried in a large box of cucumbers. “Shit ain’t gunna carry itself in.” You let out an exhausted sigh and gave your father a grateful smile as he paused just long enough to pat the counter. “You too, (Y/N). Those jelly jars won’t make it out on the shelves by themselves.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you better turn that assholes music off!” He yelled as he headed back out to finish unloading the truck. You scowled at his back and grabbed your cell phone to turn off YouTube and the amateur videos you had been watching from MGK’s show in Salt Lake City the night before to get to work.

——

“Dre!” You shouted from your kitchen counter top, where you had been flirting with another model from the agency you worked for that had just done a Harley Davidson shoot with you earlier that day. “Baby!”

“Lookin’ dime!” Your friend shouted over the loud music as he came over to give you a hug hello. “Brought my boy I was tellin’ you about.” You sat up with a giant smile and looked at the tall, super skinny white boy that was standing in your crowded living room.

“Well fuck me runnin’ naked in a corn field.” You groaned with a giant smile on your face as you jumped down off the counter and pulled your very short black dress down over your thick thighs a little more. “(Y/N).”

“Call me Kels.” He said as he shook your head and looked you up and down. “Damn. Dre said you were fuckin’ fine but I’m pretty sure that don’t even fucking begin to cover it.”

“Oh, a charmer.” You teased as you laced your arm with his and turned toward your friend. “Can I keep him, pretty please? He seems like so much fun.”

“You’re in for a wild ride with that one.” Dre joked as he handed Kels a mixed drink from the alcohol you had lined up on your bar.

“Wait, you don’t want that shit!” You said quickly as you yanked the cup out of Kels hand before he could even take a sip. “Handsome guy like you deserves my personal fave. Help me.” With a glance back at Dre, he held on to your hips and gave you a small push so you could climb up on the counter. You teetered a bit in your heels as you grabbed a half empty bottle of Johnnie Walker blue label from on top of the cabinets, and turned back toward him. “I have to hide it from the Goddamn heathens.”

“You’re gunna break your fuckin’ neck, girl.” Kels laughed as he grabbed your hips again and pulled you off the counter. You squeaked when you accidentally landed on his toes and fell forward into his tattooed chest.

“Jesus, when the fuck did my Southern ass stop being able to hold my fucking liquor.” You giggled as you placed your hand on his chest to catch your balance. He shrugged as you looked up into the most blue eyes you had ever seen. “Damn. I really wanna keep you…”

“I think that can be arranged.” He said through a smirk as he gave your hip a small squeeze. A slight blush crept up your cheeks and you cleared your throat as you held up the liquor bottle.

“Drink to it?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Colson laid in his bunk after yet another show, slowly flipping through photos from the cloud on his new phone from the first night you met. He remembered that night so well, the way your laugh made everything in his world feel right. The sweet noises he pulled out of you as he fucked you relentlessly in your bed while the party raged on the other side of the wall. And he especially remembered the small whine you made when he tried to leave.

“Stay with me.” You whispered as you reached up to try and rub your reddish pink lipstick off his throat. “Looks like you have to, because I marked you.”

He smiled at the memory as he got to the last photo from that small bunch; the one he had taken the next morning before you had to rush out the door for work, 20 minutes late because he couldn’t help himself but to take you once more. You were laying in bed in the shirt he had worn to the party, your hair was a mess, and you had a small smudge of mascara under your eyes that hadn’t come off the night before when you washed your face. To this day, he thought it was one of the most beautiful photos of you he had ever seen.

“Damn, baby.” He sighed as he brushed his thumb across the screen. “What the fuck happened to us, girl?” With a huff, he grabbed his cigarettes and got out of bed, even though it was nearly six in the morning and he had just finished a concert in Oklahoma. He plodded past the other bunks and flopped down on one of the couches as he looked at the same photo. He laid the phone down gently and reached for a joint, before grabbing a receipt off the table and a pen. He sat back in his spot and started jotting down ideas for a new song for you.

——

“It’s not fucking right.” Kels said for the hundredth time as he listened to the playback of your song. His band groaned as he stood back up and headed back toward the small studio in his tour bus. “Let’s do it again…”

“Kels.” JP sighed as he stuck his arm out in front of the door. “Man… you gotta stop.”

“Don’t gotta go shit.” 

“Bro!” The younger man shouted as he stood up and got into his ‘brother’s’ face. “The reason it doesn’t sound perfect is because (Y/N) isn’t the one hearing it. Shit is gunna sound rough as fuck to you until she hears it and we all fucking know it. You’ve been a royal dick for weeks…”

“Man, fuck off.”

“No, you fuck off!” JP roared as he shoved the singer back. “Go fucking find her already! Even if you don’t want her and you just want your fucking kid, go do something about it! Because you’re a fucking dick that none of us wanna be around right now!” Kels looked around at the rest of his crew, who were all either slowly nodding their head in agreement or looking away to avoid the wrath Kels had been dishing out the last few weeks, before he sighed loudly and took a step back to sit down on the closest chair. His eyes drifted outside to the scenery racing past and he caught a glimpse of a road sign that had a city he knew was near your hometown on it.

“Yo, pull over.” He said as he got up and headed toward the front of the bus. “Pull over!”

“We’re on the interstate…” The driver tried as he gestured to the road while Kels quickly pulled on his sneakers and grabbed his phone.

“Pull the fuck over!”

“Just take this exit.” Slim said, calmly as he pulled Kels back away from the door. “We’re going, OK?”

“What about Atlanta?!” His manager, Ashleigh, shouted as she finally looked up from the email she had been reading.

“Cancel it.” Kels said simply as he pushed down the seat above the stairs and sat down to wait impatiently. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly googled the first and frankly, the only place he’d know where to find you. “Take 85 east. That way.” With a slightly hesitant nod of his head, the driver followed the artists direction as the guys and girls in the back of the bus simply sat down and shut up for the first time in a long time.

Part 3

[thewheezingbubbledragon]

It has occurred to me that Tumblr can be a void with friends so my problems arent unheard, but they are out I my head

Hey howdy poodle, it's me, snickerdoodle.

What's good my fellows.

Compadres.

Amigos.

Frendos.

Frens.

Howdy.

I am very glad you exist.

Thank you for existing and caring for me.

I love you so much.

Bless you.

Thank you.

I am coming down from a 12 hour panic attack/mental shutdown/depressive episode where I was nonverbal for 8.5 hours, and when I finally started calming down I had to speak with people and stand up and walk and make food for 2 hours. So all in all. Not great.

But better.

Anywho, so There Is A Reason for my inactivity.

I mean, there are several, but theyre all highly personal and meh.

So my fam and I spent the last.. 2 months? Or more? Moving 1800 miles across the country. We have 99% of all our stuff in one (1) storage unit that is still at our old town. (We took 1 suitcase and several bags of our stuff. That is it. For months or maybe even a year. Clothes and stuff included.) I had to leave my desktop BUT I have a laptop.

I mean it's literally held together by tape and can't be unplugged and overheats faster than Satan's flambe kitchen in high summer, but it works and I can write so it's mostly good I guess?

And I have my (bad and outofservice) phone, AND ALSO AN AMAZING TABLET SOME FRIENDS COLLABORATED AND BOUGHT FOR ME AND I CAN DRAW ON IT AND I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY PICTURES I CANNOT WAIT TO POST THEM RKSLDNNFJSLSMJFKSLSKDBJDJSKSNDJPAMAJEK

But.

We... Kinda have been living in a hotel for... What, 9? Days? Bc my parents cant find a place to move to in the city we're in, and the fact I am basically Tiny Tim with art skills and a good leg doesnt help...

Anyways.

Tumblr is a silly fun way to escape reality but I dont have the energy or mental capacity or time to respond to people if they tag me (unless it's 1 sentence or less but that is still pushing it) or write or anything or even post.

I havent been sleeping well, (lol thanks asthma, allergies, depression, anxiety, insomnia, and altitude y'all are doin amazing) and I had to leave my entire irl friendgroup back home. A lot of them dont have Instagram or ways for me to contact them aside from texting.

We moved to my previous home when I was very small, but it took me almost 12 years to finally feel like I was home. And that was because of the people I met and cherished and loved. I finally had a support network.

And then I got the news we were moving 1800 miles away.

I have left the life i've spent 12 years rebuilding. Heyhey, depression when did you get here? 16 years ago? Dandy.

Long story short, i've been through all the stages of grief already but I'm still on shakey ground. (The anger stage was the fastest? Bc I dont get angry? Except at people who are genuinely bad or disrespectful towards their audience for no reason other than petty revenge or ego. I'm talking about Thomas Austruc, in case it wasnt obvious. Friggin Miraculous...) I accepted what happened, and have accepted it since about 2 weeks after I heard. I accept and adjust to things quickly and easily. Doesnt mean I like it, but I can and do adjust my mindset and lifestyle to the winds of life.

Kinda sucks at times tbh.

Bc my brain shoves the whole messy business of 'processing' side to acknowledge and move on.

Anyways, that's not the point.

Point is, I am mentally royally screwed atm. I am not medicated for any I my issues, (ADD, major depression, multiple severe anxiety issues, to name just a few of the 'nom-physical' issues) which means life is about a billion times harder to exist in. So in short: my online status will be steady but my posts? Only time will tell.

I would like to apologize for everyone who follows me @un-romancible-npc for my Chance Maribat MariDami/Daminette AU, I am working on it, but I'm also aware of my own issues right now. And I can get about... 500 words a week at the most? Because we're so busy and I'm studying for my driver's test (several years late sadly but when you can barely afford food every month it isnt as much of a concern. Dont worry, we're better off now but it's still a struggle.) and organizin everything at home, and looking after my 2 younger siblings and my big bro, who is currently practically bed-ridden and puking his guts out. Basically... I am very sorry but I cant work on it. I CAN get a snippet out once I finish the freaking 'Mari meets everyone in the lobby' scene. I havr almost 3k words for that and some stuff that follows but the friggin LOBBY SCENE I SWEAR TO PASTA--

Anyways.

Yeah.

That's why I've been gone...

HEY HOWDY HEY NOW IT'S TIME TO TAG EVERYONE I LOVE VERY MUCH AND CANNOT COMMUNICATE WITH PROPERLY BC I'VE BEEN BUSY BUT I READ ALL YOUR POSTS AND LOVE YOU VERY MUCH THANK YOU FOR TAGGIN ME IN ALL THE STUFF I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE ALL GORGEOUS / HANDSOME / STUNNING AND I LOVE YOU

@rogueinkglitch

@im-here-for-the-content

@kceedraws

@da-tasuky

@lady-charinette

@hetalia-lover-is-here

IF I'VE FORGOTTEN YOUR BLOG NAME I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE KNOW I STILL LOVE YOU I JUST CANNOT REMEMBER NAMES

I WOULD FORGET MY OWN NAME IF PEOPLE DIDNT CALL ME BY IT ALL THE TIME

[swanqueens]

hi, @only-one-road ! thanks so much for the tag, love!!

name: emily

sexuality: lesbian

current time: 13:38

hogwarts house: okay so this is gonna be controversial but i don't go here !! but i did take that pottermore quiz once and got hufflepuff and honestly it was dead accurate

cats or dogs: cats cats cats cats cats by a mile

favourite animal(s): aside from domestic cats n big cats, i find all kinds of primates so fun and fascinating ! i've always especially loved gorillas since i was little!

when I made this blog: 2011 eeee

reason for url: i've been in the once upon a time fandom since the show aired in 2011 and i've shipped emma swan and regina mills (swan queen) since that first season so i feel very attached to this url. even tho the show destroyed me x

i'm taggin you lovely people on my tumblr crushes! @have-you-seen-my-pants @crmsncrwndknght @deazeeminded @trainwreckhoneymoon @warriorqueenleia @masterofescapism @rainbowkitten-18 @love-sleep-ship

[babbushka]

omg this is such a cool idea !! cancer sun, libra moon, pisces rising, gemini venus with clyde please !! happy new year!

A/N: Thank you so much! I'm so happy that people found the game fun! Although I have to admit, some of these moodboards got really tricky to write! That being said, I hope that you enjoy this vignette!

600w, minor angst but nothing really big lol

Clyde’s got a bad habit of readin’ too damn close to bedtime, he thinks as he bolts upright in a cold sweat, chest heavin’ as the images of his nightmares flicker across his vision like an after burn, like he’s been starin’ into the sun for too long like his Ma always warned against. The world is quiet, not even the roosters crowin’ to tell him the time. He tries to settle himself back down, but he knows that once he’s up, he’s up, and there ain’t no reason to try and fight it.

So, slippin’ out of bed, he strikes a match and lights one of the candles that you dipped yourself from the wax Clyde’s honeybees make, and carry it on its little silver dish through the creakin’ groanin’ halls of his family’s farmhouse. Wrappin’ himself up in his old plush robe, he makes his way down to the kitchen for a crust of bread and butter, warmin’ his feet by the furnace that heats the house through the night.

Up in the bedroom, you roll over to an empty spot -- and immediately wake up. Trainin’ your ear for the sound of your husband, you scrub a hand over your face and wrap yourself up in a robe of your own, quietly descendin’ the hundred year old stairs to join Clyde in the kitchen. He’s slumped over, his good hand supportin’ his head as he tries to rest his eyes next to a glass of milk he only put into bottles yesterday.

“The same one?” You ask, knowin’ it’s the nightmares. You light another candle, makin’ the room glow a little brighter, a little warmer.

Clyde lets out a long sigh, thinkin’ about those images that keep floatin’ past his mind. A man, a boy really, trapped under ice. Lured there by a siren, by a demon, by a ghost, hell Clyde doesn’t know. But he’s trapped, and in the nightmares, Clyde can hear him scream and pound on the ice of the frozen lake, but he can’t do nothin’ to help. Hands banging against air bubbles of desperate pleas haunt Clyde’s ears.

“Yep, although different.” He sighs again, feelin’ the exhaustion trickle down his spine. “Different but the same.”

You encourage him to rest his head on your shoulder as you both sit there by the furnace, eating the buttered bread, drinking the cool milk. You turn and press a kiss to Clyde’s forehead, tuck him into your arms. It breaks your heart to see your man like this, but there’s not much you can do about it, about what goes on inside his head. This house was old, been in the family since before it was even called America, if it wanted to tell Clyde its secrets, it was going to.

“Hm.” You think out loud, “Come ride around with me, we can go down to the beach and watch the sunrise.”

“Do’ya think the horses will be up for that?” Clyde raises an eyebrow at you, at the way you’re both wrapped up in your robes, not any way dressed for ridin’, thinkin’ about how the sun won’t be up for a while.

“I think they’ve been itchin’ to get out of their stables and stretch their legs.” You tug Clyde off of the little sofa by the furnace and take his good hand in yours, leading him upstairs to change into real clothes.

On the ride to the shore, you’re right about everything, as you often are; the horses trot happily, the roads are bustlin’ with the travelers and workers movin’ in and out of town. And when the sound of the waves gently washing against the sandy beach of his slice of West Virginia, when the sun like a pearl casts an opalescent glow across the Atlantic ocean, Clyde reaches for your hand and breathes in the salt air, dispellin’ any ghosts from his lungs, and smiles.

Taggin' some Clyde lovin' friends!

@sunflowersinthesnow @iamburdened @painttheskylineforme @safarigirlsp @mrs-gucci @darkhairedmenrule @einmal-im-traum @justlenastuff @simpin-mama @angel-bxby3 @lovelovingbouquetwonderland @depressedkyloren @leia-writes

[writingpostmidnight]

TV Show Tag

thanks for taggin me @waterberry-strawmelon 🥰

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Tag 5 people.

realizing rn that i don’t watch a lot of tv shows???? i’ve been real into various youtubers lately & not watching actual tv

Star Trek: The Next Generation

The Umbrella Academy

The Good Place

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Disjointed (🤷‍♂️)

Who is your favorite character in 2?

i’m a simple gay. it’s klaus for sure. i mean come on.

Who is your favorite character 1?

data! he’s the reason i got into the show when i was a kid, and i still have a huge attachment to him. i see a lot of parallels in his “android trying to be human” plot and my experience as a trans person and as a mentally ill & neurodivergent kid.

What is your favorite episode of 4?

ooo okay this is hard ?? i do really like the coral palms episodes where jake & holt are in witness protection and being bc they’re dynamic is def my favorite of the entire cast. i also love almost all the doug judy episodes (except the most recent one ugh cops still be coppin).

overall though, i’d have to say season 5 Ep 9: “99.” we got rosa being confirmed bi. we got road trip content. we the squad supporting holt. good shit.

(also controversial opinion alert? i don’t like the last few seasons’ halloween heist episodes that much. i’m a Sensitive Babey and i just want them to be nice to each other. plus the way they get during the recent heists just feels kind of ooc to me?? idk)

What is your favorite season of 5?

Disjointed only has 2 seasons (or “parts” as they’re called on netflix) with ten episodes each 😔. i guess the first season, but there’s no dramatic shift in quality or whatever. the second season puts a lot more focus on romantic relationships and a realer plot & it’s fun, but i’m really just in it for the found family stoners & dumb little gags sjkssj.

Who is your favorite couple in 3?

chidi and eleanor. it’s the obvious choice, but i’m not exaggerating when i say that their romance completely changed the way that i viewed love, soulmates, and fate. before this how i used to believe hardcore in soulmates (not to knock anyone who does, i’m not the authority on the universe jsksjdks).

but chidi realizing that soulmates don’t exist in the good place when he spent his entire life wishing for one perfect person, and choosing to be with eleanor because he grew to be deeply in love with her was just *chef kiss.*

it made me realize that there’s something insanely romantic about just choosing to be with someone. maybe i didn’t know them in past lives long forgotten. maybe they aren’t a part of some cosmic plan. maybe it’s even lovelier that i’ve gotten to meet someone, to get to know them, to get close to them, to fall in love, to try, to choose them, to make them my soulmate. i’m rambling on i just loved that the good place explored that idea.

Who is your favorite couple in 2?

dave & klaus, obvi. klaus deserves l o v e

What is your favorite episode of 1?

oh there’s wayyy too many good episodes for me to figure out my absolute fave. i love love every data-centric episode tho. i also love the episodes where they time travel jdksks.

What is your favorite episode of 5?

i’d say part 1 ep 3 “rutherford b haze” (yeah this show’s about as intelligent as the ep titles would suggest). the gags and jokes in this one one crack me up tbh.

it does have a weird ‘did u just assume my gender’ seeming joke at the beginning that annoys me, but it has some trans rights jokes in other episodes so i can ignore it.

the commercial gags alway SEND me, & they’re real good in this episode.

What is your favorite season of 2?

there’s only one season out 😔

How long have you watched 1?

my family are all big fans of star trek, so i watched episodes here and there growing up, and i think i binged it in its entirety the summer after i turned eleven. i’ve rewatched it a Lot since then tho shdjshd

How did you become interested in 3?

everyone was hyped for it on tumblr, it was by micheal schur of parks n rec and b99, so made myself sit through the pilot, and then i was hooked. (actually i got bored halfway through the pilot and came back three weeks later when i finished binging b99 again and then i was hooked.)

Who is your favorite actor in 4?

andy samberg hands down. i mean come on. i think half of my sense of humor comes from watching him on SNL and thelonelyisland’s youtube channel as a kid. he’s hilarious.

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

TNG. it’s a big comfort show. it’s interesting & immersive enough to distract, but fun enough that it’s not stressful.

Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

i’ve seen all the episodes for both! i’ve definitely rewatched TNG more tho.

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Gina because she’s not a cop jeksjsnsksn.

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

imagine: jake peralta, rosa diaz, captain holt, amy santiago, etc., all arrive to the afterlife neighborhoods so they can confront their moral failing of being cops and ascend to the good place 😍 BDBSNSN

Pair two characters in 1. Who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

honestly let geordi and data date. cowards.

Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

JDKSKSK THE GOOD PLACE BY A LONG SHOT. the good place gave me a spiritual, moral, emotional, and existential crisis. disjointed made me laugh when i was high. i love them both.

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

ugh. b99’s theme annoys me. so much brass. not a brass fan. uhh i think the umbrella academy’s theme is mostly strings and i like strings. also, tua has the best soundtrack jshdjsbd bops.

mkay i’ll tag: @winter-soltis @thelittlestspider @history-be-written @jorzuela @minniemao (ignore if u wanna)