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Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

This is a bit long so i’m just gonna...

~Questions~

1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Both are fine! I don’t care much about what people refer to me as in general and have had someone on here call me lily once

2.) Where are you from? I won’t say exact, but I live in the middle of USA (I can’t wait to move-)

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yes! 3 dogs and 2 cats, tho only one cat is truly “mine”

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. uhh like where I want to be in life? what I want to do? um I’m still working on the exact job title, but I wish to do research at a natural history/science museum (sorta like archives or collections manager, but neither of those are quite right i think). Otherwise, I just hope to adopt and even foster kids cause my life would not be complete without little ones :3 (spouse/partner optional lol) 

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Randomly researching things that grasp my attention, games...lots of games, reading, watching tv, coloring (wait does that count as art-), uhhh spacing out

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? yeah, but mostly just know about, not like see my posts i guess

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? not outside of just chatting on discord

8.) What are some fun facts about you? I’ve had some poems published before (it was with entering a poetry contest), I have surprisingly good balance, my brain is not properly awake/functioning until 10am which has led to me almost using soap as toothpaste a few times too many, I have a birthmark on my finger (bonus: it sorta changes color/how noticeable it is depending on how hot or cold I am lol, i call it a mini thermometer cause of this), apparently Lion King was my Disney movie obsession as a kid...oh and I have a certificate in cryptozoology lolz

9.) What’s your day job? i work as a private nanny/glorified babysitter (i don’t live with them or drive but work regular hours through week and as needed; even join the occasional vacation with them)

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? i don’t think so; a girl in high school once said I look like Cameron Diaz tho-

11.) What’s your aesthetic? for my blog I think it’s becoming like dark academia meets cottage core?? idk for myself...who knows

12.) What kind of artist are you? the tired kind lol

13.) How did you get into your form of art? if we’re looking at sims, uhhh well I just happened to learn about cc one day, then happened upon simblr, saw edits, and thought I’d give a try cause I can’t draw but I need a creative outlet so this worked for me

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? if I do anything, its listen to music; music is generally random based on what I feel like but more recently its been 2d anime groups (idolish7, hypnosis mic, etc)

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far?  lets see...this, this, and this edit wise I think

16.) How would you describe your art style? idk chaos

17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? coloring, I like coloring 

18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? oh gosh uhhhh there’s a few but I’ll say Iori and Sogo from Idolish7 since they come to mind first lol. Iori is a fellow aquarius who hides his interests and agonizes over past slipups even a year later, others have legit moved on but he’s still stuck on it (that was true moment I was like “omg you are aquarius” lol cause yeah meee). Sogo i heavily relate to as well cause he’s,,,very nice and hides his own feelings, putting others before himself (but when right buttons get pushed, he can be scary lol) so yeah, those two

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? I’ve never thought of this...no clue

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? I have changed names, yes; I used to be silverine-sims but after a time i didn’t ~vibe~ with it

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose?  page songs like adding playlist to blog? i mean its possible already with bit of coding and I used to have one set up but uh one song huh? gosh um I guess Twisted Hearts by tasuku hatanaka; it was op for Moriarty the Patriot s2 and I’m pretty obsessed with it rn 

23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? my brain refuses to think and rank; i have trouble with choices and that extends to favorites,,

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?) i know of myspace but otherwise i have no clue what all it entailed

25.) One last question; why are you like that? I grew up watching Secret Saturdays, He-Man, Teen Titans, Danny Phantom, and Spongebob idk what to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!!

I know not all of you will do this or was tagged by izzy already but I’m tagging everyone I can think of anyway-

@cyansimblr @neriney @lunchsims @waysims @klayde @sinfulwunders @void-imp @ladykendalsims @lazysunjade @almost-spring @smolteabirb @lunaziie @clumsyghostie​ and uh uh anyone else cause its too early and my brain just quit

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Blurring the Line.

As a new Space Jam film beams down to Earth, Kambole Campbell argues that a commitment to silliness and a sincere love for the medium is what it takes to make a great live-action/animation hybrid.

The live-action and animation hybrid movie is something of a dicey prospect. It’s tricky to create believable interaction between what’s real and what’s drawn, puppeteered or rendered—and blending the live and the animated has so far resulted in wild swings in quality. It is a highly specific and technically demanding niche, one with only a select few major hits, though plenty of cult oddities. So what makes a good live-action/animation hybrid?

To borrow words from Hayao Miyazaki, “live action is becoming part of that whole soup called animation”. Characters distinct from the humans they interact with, but rendered as though they were real creatures (or ghosts), are everywhere lately; in Paddington, in Scooby Doo, in David Lowery’s (wonderful) update of Pete’s Dragon.

The original ‘Pete’s Dragon’ (1977) alongside the 2016 remake.

Lowery’s dragon is realized with highly realistic lighting and visual-effects work. By comparison, the cartoon-like characters in the 1977 Pete’s Dragon—along with other films listed in Louise’s handy compendium of Disney’s live-action animation—are far more exaggerated. That said, there’s still the occasional holdout for the classical version of these crossovers: this year’s Tom and Jerry replicating the look of 2D through 3D/CGI animation, specifically harkens back to the shorts of the 1940s and ’50s.

One type of live-action/animation hybrid focuses on seamless immersion, the other is interested in exploring the seams themselves. Elf (2003) uses the aberration of stop-motion animals to represent the eponymous character as a fish out of water. Ninjababy, a Letterboxd favorite from this year’s SXSW Festival, employs an animated doodle as a representation of the protagonist’s state of mind while she processes her unplanned pregnancy.

Meanwhile, every Muppets film ever literally tears at the seams until we’re in stitches, but, for the sake of simplicity, puppets are not invited to this particular party. What we are concerned with here is the overlap between hand-drawn animation and live-action scenes (with honorable mentions of equally valid stop-motion work), and the ways in which these hybrids have moved from whimsical confections to nod-and-wink blockbusters across a century of cinema.

Betty Boop and Koko the clown in a 1938 instalment of the Fleischer brothers’ ‘Out of the Inkwell’ series.

Early crossovers often involve animators playing with their characters, in scenarios such as the inventive Out of the Inkwell series of shorts from Rotoscope inventor Max Fleischer and his director brother Dave. Things get even more interactive mid-century, when Gene Kelly holds hands with Jerry Mouse in Anchors Aweigh.

The 1960s and ’70s deliver ever more delightful family fare involving human actors entering cartoon worlds, notably in the Robert Stevenson-directed Mary Poppins and Bedknobs and Broomsticks, and Chuck Jones’ puntastic The Phantom Tollbooth.

Jerry and Gene dance off their worries in ‘Anchors Aweigh’ (1945).

Mary Poppins is one of the highest-rated live-action/animation hybrids on Letterboxd for good reason. Its sense of control in how it engages with its animated creations makes it—still!—an incredibly engaging watch. It is simply far less evil than the singin’, dancin’ glorification of slavery in Disney’s Song of the South (1946), and far more engaging than Victory Through Air Power (1943), a war-propaganda film about the benefits of long-range bombing in the fight against Hitler. The studio’s The Reluctant Dragon (1941) also serves a propagandistic function, as a behind-the-scenes studio tour made when the studio’s animators were striking.

By comparison, Mary Poppins’ excursions into the painted world—replicated in Rob Marshall’s belated, underrated 2018 sequel, Mary Poppins Returns—are full of magical whimsicality. “Films have added the gimmick of making animation and live characters interact countless times, but paradoxically none as pristine-looking as this creation,” writes Edgar in this review. “This is a visual landmark, a watershed… the effect of making everything float magically, to the detail of when a drawing should appear in front or the back of [Dick] Van Dyke is a creation beyond my comprehension.” (For Van Dyke, who played dual roles as Bert and Mr Dawes Senior, the experience sparked a lifelong love of animation and visual effects.)

Julie Andrews, Dick Van Dyke and penguins, in ‘Mary Poppins’ (1964).

Generally speaking, and the Mary Poppins sequel aside, more contemporary efforts seek to subvert this feeling of harmony and control, instead embracing the chaos of two worlds colliding, the cartoons there to shock rather than sing. Henry Selick’s frequently nightmarish James and the Giant Peach (1996) leans into this crossover as something uncanny and macabre by combining live action with stop motion, as its young protagonist eats his way into another world, meeting mechanical sharks and man-eating rhinos. Sally Jane Black describes it as “riding the Burton-esque wave of mid-’90s mall goth trends and blending with the differently demonic Dahl story”.

Science-classroom staple Osmosis Jones (2001) finds that within the human body, the internal organs serve as cities full of drawn white-blood-cell cops. The late Stephen Hillenburg’s The Spongebob Squarepants Movie (2004) turns its real-life humans into living cartoons themselves, particularly in a bonkers sequence featuring David Hasselhoff basically turning into a speedboat.

David Hasselhoff picks up speed in ‘The Spongebob Squarepants Movie’ (2004).

The absurdity behind the collision of the drawn and the real is never better embodied than in another of our highest-rated live/animated hybrids. Released in 1988, Robert Zemeckis’ Who Framed Roger Rabbit shows off a deep understanding—narratively and aesthetically—of the material that it’s parodying, seeking out the impeccable craftsmanship of legends such as director of animation Richard Williams (1993’s The Thief and the Cobbler), and his close collaborator Roy Naisbitt. The forced perspectives of Naisbitt’s mind-bending layouts provide much of the rocket fuel driving the film’s madcap cartoon opening.

Distributed by Walt Disney Pictures, Roger Rabbit utilizes the Disney stable of characters as well as the Looney Tunes cast to harken back to America’s golden age of animation. It continues a familiar scenario where the ’toons themselves are autonomous actors (as also seen in Friz Freleng’s 1940 short You Ought to Be in Pictures, in which Daffy Duck convinces Porky Pig to try his acting luck in the big studios).

Daffy Duck plots his rise up the acting ranks in ‘You Ought to Be in Pictures’ (1940).

Through this conceit, Zemeckis is able to celebrate the craft of animation, while pastiching both Chinatown, the noir genre, and the mercenary nature of the film industry (“the best part is… they work for peanuts!” a studio exec says of the cast of Fantasia). As Eddie Valiant, Bob Hoskins’ skepticism and disdain towards “toons” is a giant parody of Disney’s more traditional approach to matching humans and drawings.

Adult audiences are catered for with plenty of euphemistic humor and in-jokes about the history of the medium. It’s both hilarious (“they… dropped a piano on him,” one character solemnly notes of his son) and just the beginning of Hollywood toying with feature-length stories in which people co-exist with cartoons, rather than dipping in and out of fantasy sequences. It’s not just about how the cartoons appear on the screen, but how the human world reacts to them, and Zemeckis gets a lot of mileage out of applying ’toon lunacy to our world.

Bob Hoskins in ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit?’ (1988).

The groundbreaking optical effects and compositing are excellent (and Hoskins’ amazing performance should also be credited for holding all of it together), but what makes Roger Rabbit such a hit is that sense of controlled chaos and a clever tonal weaving of violence and noirish seediness (“I’m not bad… I’m just drawn that way”) through the cartoony feel. And it is simply very, very funny.

It could be said that, with Roger Rabbit, Zemeckis unlocked the formula for how to modernize the live-action and animation hybrid, by leaning into a winking parody of what came before. It worked so perfectly well that it helped kickstart the ‘Disney renaissance' era of animation. Roger Rabbit has influenced every well-known live-action/animation hybrid produced since, proving that there is success and fun to be had by completely upending Mary Poppins-esque quirks. Even Disney’s delightful 2007 rom-com Enchanted makes comedy out of the idea of cartoons crossing that boundary.

When a cartoon character meets real-world obstacles.

Even when done well, though, hybrids are not an automatic hit. Sitting at a 2.8-star average, Joe Dante’s stealthily great Looney Tunes: Back in Action (2003) is considered by the righteous to be the superior live-action/animated Looney Tunes hybrid, harkening back to the world of Chuck Jones and Frank Tashlin. SilentDawn states that the film deserves the nostalgic reverence reserved for Space Jam: “From gag to gag, set piece to set piece, Back in Action is utterly bonkers in its logic-free plotting and the constant manipulation of busy frames.”

With its Tinseltown parody, Back in Action pulls from the same bag of tricks as Roger Rabbit; here, the Looney Tunes characters are famous, self-entitled actors. Dante cranks the meta comedy up to eleven, opening the film with Matthew Lillard being accosted by Shaggy for his performance in the aforementioned Scooby Doo movie (and early on throwing in backhanded jokes about the practice of films like itself as one character yells, “I was brought in to leverage your synergy!”).

Daffy Duck with more non-stop banter in ‘Looney Tunes: Back in Action’ (2003).

Back in Action is even more technically complex than Roger Rabbit, seamlessly bringing Looney Tunes physics and visual language into the real world. Don’t forget that Dante had been here before, when he had Anthony banish Ethel into a cartoon-populated television show in his segment of Twilight Zone: The Movie. Another key to this seamlessness is star Brendan Fraser, at the height of his powers here as “Brendan Fraser’s stunt double”.

Like Hoskins before him, Fraser brings a wholehearted commitment to playing the fed-up straight man amidst cartoon zaniness. Fraser also brought that dedication to Henry Selick's Monkeybone (2001), a Roger Rabbit-inspired sex comedy that deploys a combo of stop-motion animation and live acting in a premise amusingly close to that of 1992’s Cool World (but more on that cult anomaly shortly). A commercial flop, Back in Action was the last cinematic outing for the Looney Tunes for some time.

Nowadays, when we think of live-action animation, it’s hard not to jump straight to an image of Michael Jordan’s arm stretching to do a half-court dunk to save the Looney Tunes from slavery. There’s not a lot that can be fully rationalized about the 1996 box-office smash, Space Jam. It is a bewildering cartoon advert for Michael Jordan’s baseball career, dreamed up off the back of his basketball retirement, while also mashing together different American icons. Never forget that the soundtrack—one that, according to Benjamin, “makes you have to throw ass”—includes a song with B-Real, Coolio, Method Man and LL Cool J.

Michael Jordan and teammates in ‘Space Jam’ (1996).

Space Jam is a film inherently born to sell something, predicated on the existing success of a Nike commercial rather than any obvious passion for experimentation. But its pure strangeness, a growing nostalgia for the nineties, and meticulous compositing work from visual-effects supervisor Ed Jones and the film’s animation team (a number of whom also worked on both Roger Rabbit and Back in Action), have all kept it in the cultural memory.

The films is backwards, writes Jesse, in that it wants to distance itself from the very cartoons it leverages: “This really almost feels like a follow-up to Looney Tunes: Back in Action, rather than a predecessor, because it feels like someone watched the later movie, decided these Looney Tunes characters were a problem, and asked someone to make sure they were as secondary as possible.” That attempt to place all the agency in Jordan’s hands was a point of contention for Chuck Jones, the legendary Warner Bros cartoonist. He hated the film, stating that Bugs would never ask for help and would have dealt with the aliens in seven minutes.

Space Jam has its moments, however. Guy proclaims “there is nothing that Deadpool as a character will ever have to offer that isn’t done infinitely better by a good Bugs Bunny bit”. For some, its problems are a bit more straightforward, for others it’s a matter of safety in sport. But the overriding sentiments surrounding the film point to a sort of morbid fascination with the brazenness of its concept.

Holli Would (voiced by Kim Basinger) and Frank Harris (Brad Pitt) blur the lines in ‘Cool World’ (1992).

Existing in the same demented… space… as Space Jam, Paramount Pictures bought the idea for Cool World from Ralph Bakshi as it sought to have its own Roger Rabbit. While Brad Pitt described it as “Roger Rabbit on acid” ahead of release, Cool World itself looks like a nightmare version of Toontown. The film was universally panned at the time, caught awkwardly between being far too adult for children but too lacking in any real substance for adults (there’s something of a connective thread between Jessica Rabbit, Lola Bunny and Holli Would).

Ralph Bakshi’s risqué and calamitously horny formal experiment builds on the animator’s fascination with the relationship between the medium and the human body. Of course, he would go from the immensely detailed rotoscoping of Fire and Ice (1983) to clashing hand-drawn characters with real ones, something he had already touched upon in the seventies with Heavy Traffic and Coonskin, whose animated characters were drawn into real locations. But no one besides Bakshi quite knew what to do with the perverse concept of Brad Pitt as a noir detective trying to stop Gabriel Byrne’s cartoonist from having sex with a character that he drew—an animated Kim Basinger.

Jack Deebs (Gabriel Byrne) attempts to cross over to Hollie Would in ‘Cool World’ (1992).

Cool World’s awkwardness can be attributed to stilted interactions between Byrne, Pitt and the animated world, as well as studio meddling. Producer Frank Mancuso Jr (who was on the film due to his father running Paramount) demanded that the film be reworked into something PG-rated, against Bakshi’s wishes (he envisioned an R-rated horror), and the script was rewritten in secret. It went badly, so much so that Bakshi eventually punched Mancuso Jr in the face.

While Cool World averages two stars on Letterboxd, there are some enthusiastic holdouts. There are the people impressed by the insanity of it all, those who just love them a horny toon, and then there is Andrew, a five-star Cool World fan: “On the surface, it’s a Lovecraftian horror with Betty Boop as the villain, featuring a more impressive cityscape than Blade Runner and Dick Tracy combined, and multidimensional effects that make In the Mouth of Madness look like trash. The true star, however, proves to be the condensed surplus of unrelated gags clogging the arteries of the screen—in every corner is some of the silliest cel animation that will likely ever be created.”

There are even those who enjoy its “clear response to Who Framed Roger Rabbit”, with David writing that “the film presents a similar concept through the lens of the darkly comic, perverted world of the underground cartoonists”, though also noting that without Bakshi’s original script, the film is “a series of half steps and never really commits like it could”. Cool World feels both completely deranged and strangely low-energy, caught between different ideas as to how best to mix the two mediums. But it did give us a David Bowie jam.

‘Space Jam: A New Legacy’ is in cinemas and on HBO Max now.

Craft is of course important, but generally speaking, maybe nowadays a commitment to silliness and a sincere love for the medium’s history is the thing that makes successful live-action/animation hybrids click. It’s an idea that doesn’t lend itself to being too cool, or even entirely palatable. The trick is to be as fully dotty as Mary Poppins, or steer into the gaucheness of the concept, à la Roger Rabbit and Looney Tunes: Back in Action.

It’s quite a tightrope to walk between good meta-comedy and a parade of references to intellectual property. The winningest strategy is to weave the characters into the tapestry of the plot and let the gags grow from there, rather than hoping their very inclusion is its own reward. Wait, you said what is coming out this week?

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S5 Ep 3: Apdnarg is Really Hard to Spell

 Yo guys, people are getting vaccinated, the sun is parting through the clouds, and I felt so nice that I even stopped listening to quite so many throwback 00′s BTS mashups (and yet I keep clicking on these dissonant catastrophes thinking “this time it’s got to be better. This time they’ll figure it out.” and like, no. Turns out you can’t match Brittany’s Toxic with BTS’ Black Swan. You can’t do that.)

This must be a sign that things are getting better. If anything, it means my personal tastes are improving. I mean I only clicked on like 3 “Dark Academia” Playlists where I could pretend I’m some sort of spooky witch in an abandoned library with a bad music player and basic taste in classical music (like can we ban Satie from Youtube for a little while?). Hell, I might even do a prompt update to this blog!

Yeah, you heard me, I’m actually going to stay ahead of the update schedule for Yugioh Abridged (maybe. I haven’t actually watched cuz of spoilers, I just noticed the thumbnail pop up on Youtube and was like “Damn it, they came out of hiatus??? I got hurry UP.”)

Anyway, speaking of the sky parting.

I’ll have you know my bro said this is actually more like a circumcision and it was one of the worst thing I have ever heard.

We get a chance to take in this lineup of confusing and varied character designs, and Joey. who is...still Joey.

The animators probably had to hold a strike in order for them to put Yugi in the audience, lets be real. There are TOO MANY PEOPLE in this shot and one is wearing a turban where you draw every single wrap. I hope those artists charged by the line.

Tea has a subplot where she’s just very frustrated with everyone she knows. They have been traveling together for like many weeks and got trapped in a foreign country so I get it. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to picture Tea with female friends.

Because right now you got this 12 year old child, the other duelist who does not care about anything besides cards, and Kaiba’s 3 dragon cards that we’ve all collectively decided are female.

Hell it’s almost like the writers are asking themselves why Tea is here. Maybe they forgot. There’s no more ghosts to bus, no more people to knock out with her ass with random Olympic feats. Tea’s just sidelining.

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Mokuba is a itty bit bit taller this season, and so I guess that means he can legally climb on top of the cherry picker in order to give a riveting speech.

Really says a lot about Mokuba that he is so unphased about talking to, I dunno...an entire planet of people. Kind of a shame we never see this courage from Mokuba used for anything other than talking really, really big and giving everyone around him a really hard time.

Mokuba takes a moment to dunk on Yugi Muto, as is Kaiba tradition.

And then introduce the first pair of duelists, which obviously must be between the few people in this tournament that we actually know and care about.

Thankfully, in between last episode and this episode, Yugi has figured out who his own Grandpa is. This is a relief, because Yugi is such a mess, that I was fully convinced it would take over half a season for him to recognize it. I mean how long did it take him to figure out he shares a body with a ghost? Like half a season?

Instead Yugi recovered gracefully from not recognizing his grandpa, but it’s not like he bothered to tell anyone else, so the rest of our cast is just gonna be like “Is he my hairdresser? The guy who delivers my mail? Who is this guy who made absolutely no significant changes to his outfit or voice?”

Like sometimes this show goes full Spongebob silly kid’s show and you never know when to take it seriously or not. They might be sacrificing the entire cast next episode. I really don’t know. But for now their big concern is who is grandpa??? Like an innocent card version of “Are you my Mother?”

Faced with public speaking, Yugi decides to have a melt down.

We have seen him face monsters, we’ve seen him on TV dozens of times, he’s been in multiple competitions...but give a speech? Of course he can’t do that. The kid doesn’t attend enough school to know how to do that. Them’s learning skills.

And that was when a newly assembled wife-jet spliced through the sky like a souped up razer scooter and deposited 1 fully equipped Seto Kaiba in a Buzz Lightyear jetsuit.

THE RECOVERY.

Seto always watching over his Brother, ready to save this awkward party if it kills him (and it really should, that suit is held together by two seat-belts), making sure to get on that platform before Yugi starts going off about how he’s half an Ancient Egyptian. (Ah, life before social media. You could just be hella famous and also half a dead dude and people would just not know. I kinda miss the time before I knew literally everything about everyone.)

Please admire how close those flames are to setting Mokuba’s heavily hairsprayed mane completely alight. It would be an unforgettable spectacle.

These were absolutely just random ass jet packs that Gozaburo Kaiba made to kill hell tons of people, right? Like Seto found it in the family cabin, clutched to the heart of some crispy fried corpse and was like “neat! Mokuba! I found a cool toy!” and just plucked that thing out of that skeleton’s clutches and has been flying around for months?

Like this is Seto Kaiba’s Butter Glider, right?

Seriously what type of vehicle license do you need for one of these things? RIP My ‘Seto only has a scooter license’ headcanon.

Which I’m only even thinking about because I’ve had to try and make an appt with the DMV for days to get a freakin REAL ID. I went to sleep in 2019 and I could fly on a plane. I woke up in 2021 and it’s like “Want one last screw you?” and just...can 2020 please stop screwing me over? It’s March.

Anyway, the Jet is removed soon after, so no, this is not part of his new outfit. He goes right back to his Post-S4-Trauma-Normcore.

After wrestling this competition out of his brother’s hands and confusing everyone in the audience, Roland must have gotten the memo to cut the microphone before Seto got too excited and we were quickly ushered on to the next stage of the tournament.

One sec...the BTS Mashup playlist I just clicked on did a Black Swan X 7 rings mashup and it’s the worst thing my ears have ever heard.

Holy crap. I had to actually turn down my volume. Like...Ariana Grande already has music that has way too many overlapping singing parts on it--and then lets just stick a 52-person boy band on top? That’ll fix it. Yeah. Go ahead.

Wow. Even I had to change the song and you know how much I enjoy pop culture mistakes.

Spot the Mickey but like a million times easier because it’s a Massive Dick Shaped Dragon.

Yep. That’s my grocery shopping outfit. Except maybe not a lab coat and a duel disk. Wish I had a duel disk, that would make social distancing just a hell ton earlier. Just a “Yo, only one person in checkout, please” and then bap them on the head with a propelled discuss/hologram.

Anyway, Grocery shopping/Doctor man dueled the Purple Hair Boy, and considering that Purple Hair got screen time and shook Yugi’s hand once--I think that Doctor man doesn’t stand a freakin chance.

Good. I hate him.

Also, every time he breathes he’s gonna fog up his glasses. I have experience in this area. He can’t read his own cards in the same way I can’t read my phone if I’m in the refrigerated aisle.

So the way this tournament works, is everyone has to sit in the stadium to watch the show. Kinda like showing up to a football stadium just to watch a recorded TV monitor...but then again...that is how it feels to watch a football game at a football stadium when it’s live (at least with the tickets I usually get.)

And as we watch Grandpa waiting for his competitor, we find out that his competitor (Joey) is too busy eating snacks to give him the time of day.

Why do cartoon hot dogs always have lettuce? Is that seriously supposed to be relish? Or is there a place in the world where you put lettuce on your hot dog?

Sorry, bro has just informed of his favorite hot dog order, which is absolutely terrible so I will share it with you: a Five Guys hot dog with ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, onions, mushrooms, pickled peppers, and you guessed it--topped with freakin lettuce.

My own kin. How am I over 30 and just finding out that my baby brother thinks it’s normal to walk into a restaurant with normal god-fearing law-abiding people and order lettuce and mushrooms on a hot dog?

I have fully failed him.

The rest of this episode is watching both Joey Wheeler and Mokuba have a shared panic attack while Seto does freakin nothing.

Please remember that Seto has both a jetpack and a dragon wife plane and could have easily solved this problem. But nah.

Then again, Seto Kaiba has given this crew so MANY rides, that maybe he’s tired of being the Soccer Mom for the team?

Like they don’t actually say this episode, but Seto was the one in charge of like...this entire place, do you think he made the 2 for 1 special just to get Joey where it hurts the most? Or does it actually not take any subterfuge to screw Joey Wheeler because he’s just naturally this way?

Like Mokuba wasn’t there when Joey was told “stay right here, and then we will all go together to fight Dartz” and Joey was like “I’mma save Mai from herself although she told me not to!” and then he Hella Died. But, Mokuba did see the result, AKA, Joey’s dead body being carried on the back of Tristan. Maybe Mokuba never realized that Joey died because he went out of his way to be late?

Lets do a tally of every time I can recall with my dodgy memory that Joey was threatened to be DQ’d/pretty much was DQ’d either by his own fault or no fault of his own

-When he wasn’t allowed to go on the boat to Murder Island because he was a stupid nobody kid who did not have a dueling glove

-When he wasn’t actually supposed to be in Pegasus’ tourney and was, in fact, secretly using half of Yugi’s entrance ticket the entire time

-when Bandit Keith stole the ticket that Joey got from Yugi so then Joey had to borrow Mai’s ticket although she had just used it so it really shouldn't have counted. Because, really anyone could have just piggy backed off of each other’s ticket until the whole boat went through that castle.

-When his account was hacked to get entered into Kaiba’s tourney when Kaiba very clearly told him he could not apply solely because he was Joey Wheeler.

-When he was late to his sister’s eye surgery because he got mugged by Marik’s Rare Hunters, so she almost refused to do the surgery.

-When Joey got possessed by Marik, and as Marik, threatened to murder everyone else in the tournament including both of the Kaiba brother’s who’s tournament it was, and then chained himself to Yugi Muto to throw both of them to the bottom of the ocean.

-I think there was a point when he threatened to attack Kaiba in Kaiba’s own tourney while not possessed? Like several times?

-when he got struck by Lightning and almost did not stand up fast enough after being struck by lightning, which is apparently a type of DQ in Duel Monsters.

-When he tried to save Mai from getting hit by a fireball, but then Yugi did it instead, and then so many people were standing on the dueling platform that Kaiba couldn’t possibly DQ them all.

-When he entered the restricted area of the blimp in order to hassle Kaiba into landing the Blimp, which Kaiba did not do.

-When Marik killed Joey before Joey could press the “go” button on his duel disk to play the card that should have won Joey the match.

-When he was dueling a lawyer in a digital universe but then the dice was like...weighted? So Noah had to walk over and be like “The hell is this weighted dice? This is my perfect digital world? How did you even do that?” and then Joey won because the match was no longer legit.

-When Joey yelled at Noah too much and so Noah turned Joey to stone for being a rude ass spectator

-When Mai was like “Wheeler and Valon, listen closely: do NOT murder each other” and then Joey did a murder on Valon so she was like “I guess I have no choice, I was very clear” and killed Joey straight up.

-When Joey decided to block Seto’s fireballs while Joey Wheeler WAS a playing card, somehow disrespecting both Dartz and Seto Kaiba at the same time.

-When Joey was playing cards but then got absorbed into a giant Leviathan and basically couldn’t play anymore after that.

-There’s probably hell ton of S0 stuff I just haven’t seen yet.

-This episode

And Joey runs fast for a montage of wacky things that really have no business being in a theme park. Things like this:

(remember when Bakura almost died from a rock that ended up being a balloon? It comes full circle.)

The stuff that the Kaiba brother’s think is normal and fun.

Anyway Joey fights off a bunch of hologram snakes and bats and everyone is like “Should we tell him it’s just holograms???” And it’s like wow, guys, how many times have these ‘holograms’ straight up murdered Joey Wheeler and everyone else on this cast? Too many? Because I have a google doc with so many deaths on it. 7,805,844,048, to be exact.

Anyway, he gets there with five seconds to spare and Mokuba’s like “well at least you were still entertaining while we filmed you in front of a live audience being a total spaz for 15 minutes straight, so I’ll let you go.”

Grandpa and Joey start playing, Joey completely oblivious that this is just an older Muto, while Hawkins walks up awkwardly and is like “hey guys. I’m so sorry about this.”

(welcome to my font choices, for those new here, I have to make weird font color choices to make sure it’s legible for the colorblind and also for the non-colorblind. This one is not much contrast, so I may change it up in the future, but for now, this is Grandpa Muto’s new font. I apologize to every graphic designer reading this. Please don’t tell anyone who has ever hired me for graphic design about this blog.)

What’s funny about this exchange is that after they find out that Yugi’s Grandpa is Apdnarg (HOLY my brain cannot get around the spelling for that, and I will not change it in the caps. I cannot do a ‘pdn’ ever again), they don’t stand on his side of the field or anything. Hawkins is legit Solomon Muto’s only fan during this exchange and like...damn. Way not to back your Grandpa, Yugi.

Yugi immediately strides up to Mokuba to non-confrontation-ally inform him that he has stepped over a line and Mokuba is like “what are these things you say called ‘lines?’”

According to Mokuba, Solomon Muto begged him to be in the competition so he could relive his glory days (glory days making no sense here, because the game has only been released for the past 15 years, so glory days is like...the before times that can only be referring to disgraced archeologists and Pegasus ((who is, in his own way...a disgraced archeologist, too))) and Mokuba was like

“You trained Yugi Muto, right? Hey that’s good enough for me. This drama is gold. People will eat it up. Hell yes. Don’t be afraid to abduct him a little bit. Maybe trap a couple people in a digital hellscape for a little while? Now we go by Pegasus house rules here, so fire as many lasers as you want, but just make sure not to hit anyone in the face. Oh man, we are going to be swimming in cash. Love it, Muto Sr, love it.”

But I dunno, I feel like Grandpa won’t make it past next episode. It is Joey. We kinda need him to make it past Ep 4 of the arc. If Grandpa Muto becomes the new Joey Wheeler, that will be a weird transition for this show to make.

But that’s all for today, as always, here is the link to read these in chrono order becuase there’s SO MANY that you don’t need to read backwards--don’t do it--just use the chrono tag (and I don’t know if you can add compound tags, but I did separate the Season from the Episode, so if you write S4, it should only pop up stuff from S4. I didn't’ do that to seasons 1-3 though because I just...didn’t.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And because I brought it up: here it is, the best BTS Mashup that I found on my deep dive. Like legit--this one isn’t a mess:

Most of other ones are horrible in a fascinating way. Like I’m not even a BTS fan, I think I sort of age out of that metric, I’m just bored and quarantined. And lets be real, we all appreciate a good bop when we hear it.

[doakaptan]

i may not be mentally okay but so is ted

so, kids, this is the story of how I watched how I met your mother and accidentally spiraled into an existential crisis

At the start of this semester, I started watching How I Met Your Mother for the third time to overcome my fear of sitting through films and shows. The show is familiar and, something I already liked so, I did not think I would find any errors or things that would make me uncomfortable. 

Well, first of all, I was wrong and, second of all, now I’m afraid to watch Friends again because I know I’m going to hate it after a while. 

How I met your mother is a lighthearted show about a guy named Ted who’s trying to find the love of his life to get married and... That’s basically it. Most of what Ted wants throughout the show centers around his dream of getting married and, we see most of his lowest moments during the times he’s chasing after that dream. Actually, the show starts with his lowest moment where he confesses his love for Robin within their first date, insisting she’s the one, and this creepy attempt at romance kickstarts the 9 season adventure that is Ted’s life.

Most of HIMYM’s humor derives from the year it takes place. So, I was not surprised to see jokes that are pretty offending thrown in every two to three lines. Still, the show is too lighthearted to take them seriously so, I kept watching without a hitch. 

Everything was fine until I reached season 5 and then things starting getting out of control. 

In the 5th season, most of the gang starts moving on with their lives. Marshall and Lily get married and start thinking about having children, Ted becomes a professor at Columbia University, Robin starts trying out things that she wouldn’t do; like getting in a serious relationship and putting it before her career ambitions. Barney... Well, Barney is the same old Barney but, now he is more aware of his on-going issues. Try guessing who’s my favorite character.

Then,  I started feeling like I’m losing friends and that they are moving on with their lives faster than I am. I think this was due to me procrastinating while the rest of my friends actually finished projects while I was watching HIMYM but, I digress. 

This is also the season where Spongebobification or Simpsonification of HIMYM starts. Now, what the hell does that mean? Let me quickly explain. 

As shows go along with more seasons the characters start becoming the shells of their former selves. In Spongebob, the main characters are reduced into single characteristics like; Patrick being plainly dumb, Mr. Krabs being stingy, Spongebob gay, Squidward only being sad. In Simpsons it’s the same thing but more painful... The characters no longer have depth, they are merely two-dimensional. 

It starts to be that way for HIMYM characters, especially Ted.

Ted becomes someone who’s so blatantly obsessed with his perception of love and, how relationships should be, that he slowly manipulates Robin and Barney into breaking up. He does not approve of how free-spirited Robin is and instead wants her to want the exact same things as himself. 

The same thing goes for his thoughts on Barney and Robin’s relationship. He finds them incompatible while they are oddly similar in many ways. Both have commitment issues but, they get each other since their issues beyond commitment are also similar. Their preferences on alcohol, cigars, relationships, even their daddy issues are similar. 

Ted doesn’t see the similarities or their compatibility and even gives Barney lectures on Robin. For me, that episode is the one where I realized Ted completely lost it. 

And as I watch more, I remember even more of the final episode and it gets on my nerves. For everyone’s sake, I’ll leave out my thoughts on the final since the last time I’ve watched it was several years ago; but, I will come back and update this post once I am finished with it. 

Lastly, as season 5 progresses and we move onto the sixth season.. Things for the gang start settling down for once. 4/5 of the doppelgangers are found, Lily and Marshal are set on having a baby and, Ted is both enjoying his job as a professor and, as an architect who’s in the process of designing a building that would affect the skyline of Manhattan.

This got me thinking about my own goals and dreams and, I realized that I’ve kind of lost it. I’m having a hard time dreaming about my future; I don’t know what I want and, I have no idea whether I want to continue my life as it is. Yet, I have no idea what I’ll do if I were to change it and, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this while the episode is mainly about men with small dicks. 

But thanks to this hot mess of a season I sped up the process of my internship and, I’m looking for a job on the side to make me feel like I’m doing something. I know I’ll be back to normal once the school kicks back in full force but, this hectic schedule won’t be with me after I graduate and, I don’t want to fall into a void once it leaves... At least I hope it won’t be like this after I graduate because if it's even worse than this I won’t hesitate to sue request the school to pay for the therapy I desperately need.

To conclude once and for all, I may have lost it along the way but, at least I know how I met your mother has it worse than me.

Also I just wanted to add that, something about the lighting of this show makes everyone who appears look awfully average. I know for a fact that Cobie Smulders (Robin) is ten times more attractive than how she’s on the show and not only her but they managed to make the likes of Britney Spears, Nicole Scherzinger, Jennifer Lopez look average. There’s a lesson about lighting there but, I don’t exactly know. 

[particularnervous]

A Lifetime of ‘I Love You’s’

Hello! I hope you enjoy this :) 

Summary: You and Shawn have been best friends forever, and through the years, ‘I love you’s’ have began to mean more than either of you could explain.

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You’re eleven the first time Shawn tells you that he loves you. You’re crying, your sister had just left for University, and he didn’t know how to handle your emotions. You never cried, it was a running joke in your family that you didn’t have any emotions. You came from a family that cried when they saw a cute dog on the street, so it was a bit odd. That’s why, though, when you’re sitting in front of Shawn’s house crying, he panics, and the only thing he can say is: “I love you.” Now I guess this wasn’t the first time, because when you guys were really young and your mom would say it to you, there are videos of Shawn squeaking out the same words, all the adults laughing as he tumbled towards you on his always clumsy feet, arms stretched out wide. But, this was the first time he had said it and really meant it, face immediately flushing and hands getting clammy. His heart was beating quicker than it had been when he didn’t know how to help, and that’s saying a lot because Shawn hates feeling out of control. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, though, his comment had the desired effect. You stopped crying immediately, took a deep breath, and started laughing. Shawn’s embarrassment flamed and he immediately started backpedalling.

“You’re such a loser,” you had wailed out, “I love you”, you mocked Shawn. You followed him into the house still laughing and Shawn grabbed a pillow off the couch and swung to smack you with it.

“Will you shut up! I was trying to make you feel better and you’re being a dick.” Shawn’s eyes swept across the living room to see if anyone was around to hear him swear, and you caught a glimpse of the hurt behind them. You immediately stopped laughing, guilt entering you when with the realization that this wasn’t a joke to him, this wasn’t funny.

“Shawn,” you stepped forward, reaching out to touch his arm, and he moved away. Dejectedly, you sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote.

“Wanna watch SpongeBob?” You asked him quietly, the air feeling tense. This was the first time that either of you had really had your feelings hurt by the other, and you weren’t quite sure how to deal with it. Wordlessly, Shawn plopped himself down beside you, crossing his arms and watching the scene begin to unfold in front of him. This lasted for about ten minutes before you turned to look at him.

“You know, I love you too.” You said, a new feeling rising in your tummy. It felt weird to say it, kind of awkward, but it was true. You didn’t love Shawn like you loved your parents, or the way you loved the family dog. It felt different, but not any less.

Shawn scooted closer to you and put his arm around your shoulder, and the two of you sunk quietly into the same routine as usual, curled up together and watching TV.

The next time Shawn’s “I love you” leaves you reeling is at eighteen. He was just about to leave for tour, flying out the next morning, and he had showed up at your door having what could only be described as an extremely early midlife crisis.

His eyes were bloodshot and puffy and he was holding his journal, the one that you had teased him about when you found even though you had a very similar one under your mattress. The second you open the door he starts going on about how he doesn’t think he’s ready to leave, how it doesn’t feel right to leave now. His voice cracks and he’s crying but you know how to deal with it now, seven years has taught you a lot about emotions and your friendship with Shawn. His curls are wild and his eyes match as you pull him up to your room and sit him down on the bed. He’s still going on when you take off his shoes and his jacket, placing them near the door. The tears are still streaming when you lay back with him, stroking his hair until he eventually calms down.

“Okay,” you start once his breathing slows and he’s stopped crying, “why don’t you tell me what’s going on.” He stays quiet for a second, and you take this time to study him. He’s wearing jogging pants, the one’s you bought him from Lululemon earlier that year, and a sweatshirt. It’s early July, way too hot for this outfit, and that’s how you know that he’d been trying to comfort himself long before he showed up at your door. He always made himself comfortable and warm when he was feeling anxious, saying he wanted it to feel like a hug. Your heart hurt for your best friend and you pressed yourself closer, tightening your grip on him. He tensed at first before relaxing into your familiar embrace, and sighing.

“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” He finally asks, and the words sit idle in between us for a second. Your impulse is to gasp out a, “what! Shawn, are you crazy?” like you usually do when he asks these things, but you stop yourself before you can. This isn’t what he needs right now. This isn’t a quick reassurance for him, this is big and important and you can feel the pain rippling off of him.

You’d seen this coming, you honestly had. It was the summer before everyone went away to school and started their new, adult lives. Shawn had been in the stands when you graduated a few weeks prior, whooping and shouting and embarrassing the hell out of you in the way you knew he would. He had been, and still was, so proud of you, prouder than he could ever put into words. But you watched as he took it all in, the graduation, the end of the year parties, the social media posts from old friends about what Universities they were going to. He felt disconnected and left out. You had tried to ease his worries subtly, not wanting to confront his feelings because Shawn didn’t do well with that. It was a simple, “I can’t believe I have to go back to school in a couple months, I’d rather be touring the world with you, Rockstar” or “Did you see Jenny is going backpacking around South America in September? I think it’s cool that people are doing different things.” I wanted him to know that his life was amazing and pure and just as important as all of us graduating and moving on, because it didn’t mean we were moving on from him.

So, instead of saying what I usually would, I moved my head to kiss his forehead, and smoothed his hair back.

“Shawn Mendes, you are the most incredible person I know. You are making a difference in so many people’s lives, including mine, and especially including yours. You love what you do, and you can’t even try to deny it because you are your happiest when you’re on stage or writing or meeting fans. Your path might not be the usual, and it might look different than mine and everyone else we went to school with, but that doesn’t mean it’s a mistake.” He relaxes completely then, a choked sob coming out of his mouth as he takes in what I’m saying to him.

“I’m going to miss you so much, y/n.” He says, and it feels deeper than usual, more meaningful. It’s tinged with the promise of him coming back and the hint of what’s been crackling between the two of you for months now, and the unsettled questions of what their future looks like.

He leaves an hour or so later, having to go home and sleep for his early flight the next morning, and you walk him out to his car.

“You’re going to be great, Rockstar.” You say, and he smiles and kisses the top of your head as he hugs you. The two of you are pressed against his jeep and you stay there for a minute in the sticky air, holding on to each other.

“I love you.” He says into your hair, and like his comment earlier, it’s tinged with so much more. In the confines of your fear and the unknown, though, you pull away and smile at him, all but shoving him into his car.

“I love you too, I’ll see you in a month.” That’s a lie, you’re actually going to see him in a week in California when you join him on tour for a month, but he doesn’t know that yet, and even at his lowest, you wouldn’t ruin that surprise for him.

He pulls out of the driveway and everything suddenly seems confusing and overwhelming and important. You can’t make sense of it, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s good or bad, but you’re here and the line you didn’t know existed has been crossed, and there’s no going back now.

At twenty, you meet Shawn in Portland during tour. You were halfway through your degree and Shawn had begged you to the ends of the earth to come on tour with him this summer. You couldn’t, of course, because you needed to work to pay your tuition, but then one day you woke up to a screenshot of your tuition balance being in the negatives and you called Shawn demanding an answer. You screamed and screamed and didn’t talk to him for days when he told you he paid your tuition (you really shouldn’t use the same password for everything) and now you could come visit him, but eventually gave in after he convinced your parents that spending your summer travelling with your best friend would be beneficial to your self-growth and discovery, or some bullshit like that. But because they love and trust Shawn, they were all for it, and that’s how you find yourself in the Portland airport, two days after Shawn had landed and started rehearsals.

Getting from the airport to the hotel had been a whirlwind of security and fans and pictures and somehow you were now standing under the showerhead in the fancy bathroom of a fancy hotel suite you were sharing with Shawn. The shower smelt like him and you were hit suddenly with how much you missed him and how comforting being here, surrounded by his scent and his things and him was. Your feelings for Shawn had sprouted and grown and bloomed since that day two years ago, but nothing had been said between the two of you. It was as if his time on tour in 2017 had quieted whatever was silently said between the two of you, and you can’t help but think back on that and wonder what could have been if he would have stayed.

It’s later that night when you’re both in bed watching Grey’s Anatomy that he asks you what happened with that boy you went on a date with a few weeks ago. The question comes out of the blue and you momentarily blank thinking about a date you’ve been on, but quickly shake it off and tell him that it wasn’t great after the first date so you politely told the guy thanks, but no thanks. Shawn knew this and knew you would have told him if anything else had happened with this guy from your Criminology elective.

“So, you’re interested in that then? Dating, I mean.” The question is awkward, he knows it and so do I, and he’s playing with the hem of his old and worn in t-shirt, ignoring all eye-contact with me. I wasn’t sure really how to answer that because on one hand I was only interested in dating one person, him, and on the other hand, I couldn’t wait around hopelessly in love with him forever.

“I mean, I’m not really one to go out on random dates, I’m not really into doing things without feelings.” It’s the truth, really, because I’m way too shy and introverted to make small talk and get to know someone without really knowing them already.

“So, is there someone you have feelings for?” I laugh slightly, only because of the irony of the question, and puff out a breath. Once again, these are all things I’d tell Shawn. Every time I’ve liked someone at every point in our lives, I’ve told Shawn. I think back to Thomas in grade ten, how Shawn had to tell me to shut up because I was talking about him too much.

“I would tell you if there was.” I said, but even to me my answer seemed like a lie, and I had never been good at lying, especially to Shawn. He looked at me then, eyes cutting right through me. I never felt self-conscious in front of him, not even when I’m changing, but right now I feel the most uneasy I’ve ever felt under his gaze. I know he knows, in that moment there’s no way he doesn’t, he can see right through me. But instead of saying anything, he turns back to the show that’s playing on his laptop, presses play, and leaves me to think about what the hell just happened.

I’m in the crowd the next night in Portland. I told Shawn I wanted to be barricade at b-stage (“B-Stage is always the best part of the set list and you can’t argue me on that”) the first time I see him perform this tour, and there I am surrounded by people whose energy I’m picking up on and matching. I recognize some of them from the accounts I stalk on Twitter when I really miss Shawn, and I feel comfortable and at ease and happy here.

The show is fantastic as I knew it would be, and I’m crying and screaming right alongside everyone else. He slows it down slightly when he gets to B-Stage, and I’m grinning up at him a couple songs later when he clears his throat and waits for the screams to die down.

“This next one means a lot to me, especially tonight. If you know the words, please sing along with me.” The opening strums of ‘When You’re Ready’ start and my heart begins to pound. When I first heard this song, way before the album release, I was sitting in the back of Shawn’s car while it was pouring rain. He was watching me intently and I felt like I couldn’t breathe because there was so much in this song that we needed to say to each other. It felt like that now, too, as he stared at me while the lyrics rang out around me. I’m surrounded by them, then, and I feel it all around me suddenly. I’m in love with Shawn, and it isn’t going anywhere. But in that moment, I know he feels the same way.

The concert ends with an energy I’ve never seen before, and I try so hard to stay in the moment. Confetti is everywhere and I’m basically choking on it, and if I couldn’t breathe before I definitely can’t now. I don’t know what to do with myself so I stand there, waiting, until security finally grabs me and escorts be backstage. The arena feels huge suddenly, though I could’ve walked from my spot in the crowd to backstage in just a few minutes, and I want to beg security to hurry up. I’m tempted to run away, bolt towards where I know Shawn is behind the dark curtains and stage, but I force myself to just take a deep breath and walk.

Backstage is a chaotic mess. There are so many people and I’m pushing passed them all franticly trying desperately to find Shawn. Usually this would be so thrilling to me, I’d bask in the post-show excitement and energy, but right now I’m only focused on Shawn. After what feels like hours I see him and he sees me and time slows down and speeds up all at once while we push towards each other. Andrew stops mid-sentence and the security guard backs away from me and they’re all there but all gone when Shawn finally reaches me and says, “I’m in love with you.”

And this, this one’s the best.

[anti-pasto]

for the 200 ask thingy, i actually dare you to do all of them. :D

delgaskarthalexhere we go, anon: 

200: My crush’s name is: I don’t have one right now, I don’t get them often (if I ever had a crush at all)

199: I was born in: 2003

198: I am really: A 2005 emo kid x a 2008 scene kid x a 2014 tumblr fangirl x Kyle himself

 197: My cellphone company is: Apple

194: My ring size is: Honestly? No idea. Propose to me with a sword.

 193: My height is: Somewhere between 5′7″ and 5′8″

192: I am allergic to: Nothing I’m aware of 

191: My 1st car was:  94 Station Wagon, by request

190: My 1st job was: being this funny is a full-time gig

 189: Last book you read: Bone Gap by Laura Ruby

188: My bed is: “made”

187: My pet: I have a cat, I love her very much and I will show her to you if you dm me a cursed image

186: My best friend: We don’t use “best friend” for personal reasons, but they’ve been with me since I was 5 so, my one and only Bro

185: My favorite shampoo is: anything with “silky smooth” or “strawberries” on the bottle. i’m not that picky anymore.

184: Xbox or ps3: xbox or ps4  xbox

183: Piggy banks are: really useful

 182: In my pockets: wallet, keys, phone, earbuds, black pen/pencil, earplugs, mini flashlight

 181: On my calendar:  i’m meeting a friend for smoothies tomorrow

 180: Marriage is: something we shouldn’t push so much onto people. it’s a declaration of love, not an end-all fix-all to your life. i can’t ever see myself getting married but who knows!

 179: Spongebob can: continue to be a relevant meme

178: My mom: i mean. we function. i can’t really complain about my family at large but i am defiantly looking forward to living literally as far away from them as i can. 

 177: The last three songs I bought were? psh, you think i pay for music? (folie a deux, lake effect kid, believers never die volume two) (those are albums but its okay)

176: Last YouTube video watched: I watched Markiplier play Uno

175: How many cousins do you have? 11? 12? I lost count

174: Do you have any siblings? I have a brother

 173: Are your parents divorced? Nope!

172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes, I have been for a while

171: Do you play an instrument? dude HECK yeah! i vibe on piano, guitar, ukulele, clarinet, and im a drum major

170: What did you do yesterday? I went on a drive by myself.

 [ I Believe In ] 

169: Love at first sight: Nope.

168: Luck: Yes, but luck is something that can be engineered

167: Fate: To an extent

 166: Yourself: I’d say overall, yeah. I still have doubts tho

165: Aliens: Mmmmmm yeah

 164: Heaven: Yes

163: Hell: Yes

162: God: Yeup

 161: Horoscopes: without an ounce of truth, they would have died a long time ago

160: Soul mates: the greeks had seven words for love. i think we have multiple soul mates to fit each of those categories. there are definitely people we’re just meant to vibe with

159: Ghosts: i want to say yes but i really dont know

158: Gay Marriage: yes. its 2020. grow up.

157: War: in theory? no. war is kinda messed up. in reality? not everyone is going to be down to nice diplomatic conflict resolution, and not everyone is just gonna leave people *countries* they don’t like alone, so...

156: Orbs: ??? energies are real

155: Magic: vibes are real

 [ This or That ]

 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: i am a child of jesus

152: Phone or Online: online

 151: Red heads or Black haired:  irdc but black hair bc i am Emo

150: Blondes or Brunettes: blonde?? ig?? easier to dye

149: Hot or cold: hot weather + cold rooms

148: Summer or winter: summer

147: Autumn or Spring: autum (screw spring)

 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla

145: Night or Day: night

 144: Oranges or Apples: oranges (better to share with homies)

 143: Curly or Straight hair: i dont care but curly

 142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonald give iced coffee

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: dark chocolate

 140: Mac or PC: pc for vidgya gaemes

139: Flip flops or high heals: ...converse. please. i cant walk properly in either of those

 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor 

 137: Coke or Pepsi: pepsi

136: Hillary or Obama: this is kinda outdated but obama

135: Burried or cremated: cremated i aint watch spn for nothin

134: Singing or Dancing: singing. at least that gets better with practice

133: Coach or Chanel: chanel (thank u mr frank ocean and also the neighborhood)

 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: whomst

 131: Small town or Big city: big city and if you say small town you’ve never lived in a small town

 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target

 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: who tf is this

 128: Manicure or Pedicure: idk dude probably pedicure i don’t like people touching my hands and i use them for too much to get my nails done

127: East Coast or West Coast: hnngggggggg west coast has more to do but east coast has better beaches and 

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday 

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate bc then i can give u some

124: Disney or Six Flags: ive only been to disney so disney (though i AM a HARDCORE rollercoaster stan so it wouldnt take much for me to say six flags)

123: Yankees or Red Sox: what 

 [ Here’s What I Think About ]

 122: War: unfortunately sometimes necessary but not as a first resort i went over this already 

 121: George Bush: is that the shoe guy?

 120: Gay Marriage:  be gay. do crime. kiss wife. or husband. or partner. basically, hell yeah

119: The presidential election: america need 2 b single and focus on herself

 118: Abortion: pro-choice and that choice should be made by the one carrying the baby

117: MySpace: tumblr’s dad

116: Reality TV: don’t talk to about abt this

 115: Parents: disgusting. go to therapy. 

114: Back stabbers: if you’re gonna stab me in the back, pull my lungs through my ribcage bc that’s what my ancestor’s ghosts are gonna do to you (thanks great (x a few times) grandma viking ily thanks for the hair:) )

113: Ebay: good for merch and selling books

 112: Facebook: zuck my dick, data-theif

111: Work: i like doing work? like- i enjoy completing tasks and seeing my hard work pay off? it’s not that bad?

110: My Neighbors: old. boring. want me to babysit for free.

109: Gas Prices: i cant really complain rn they’re kinda low and im a little broke so

108: Designer Clothes: i vibe to them, honestly

 107: College: not for everyone but definitely for me

106: Sports: marching band is a sport marching band is a sport marching band is a sport marching band is a sport marching band is a sport but only technically speaking though you can make fair comparisons to sports such as cheer, and gymnastics where the idea is to put on a show and receive a score in the form of competition. 

 105: My family: disgusting

104: The future: the future doesn’t exist

 [ Last time I ] 

103: Hugged someone: god, don’t ask me this

 102: Last time you ate: uhhh like 9 hours ago? it was dinner and i had pizza

 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: three or four weeks ago by best bro came to visit and we vibed

100: Cried in front of someone: i finished twist and shout at school at the end of a very bad week. it was only a few tears but that’s as close as i get to crying

99: Went to a movie theater: whenever the last star wars movie came out

98: Took a vacation: last year i went to dc over summer break to see the Smithsonian, it was a lot of fun. i was supposed to go to altanta and florida this year but that didn’t happen for reasons

 97: Swam in a pool: last week

 96: Changed a diaper: never

 95: Got my nails done: never

 94: Went to a wedding: its been at least 6 years dude

93: Broke a bone: never, somehow

 92: Got a peircing: nope

91: Broke the law: technically, yesterday. 55 is too slow

90: Texted: just now

 [ MISC ] 

89: Who makes you laugh the most: the person in my snap named “junior”

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my cat

87: The last movie I saw: probably into the spiderverse

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: things going back to normal. or somewhat normal. i need school to have a schedule bc i absolutely cannot force myself to function without outside influence

 85: The thing im not looking forward to: ironically, school in the fall. the way we’re going back is going to wreck me more than lockdown already has

 84: People call me: i only ft one of my bros and they know who tf they are if you ask to ft you’re getting fuckin blocked mate i dont do that shit video calls are for WORK and SCHOOL thats IT. but ppl call me by my nickname irl, i go by screech on here. 

83: The most difficult thing to do is: listen to my parent’s political opinions? live in a small town? force myself to be productive without a physical influence and reminder? put up with that one dude?

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

 81: My zodiac sign is: scoprio/leo/gemini

80: The first person i talked to today was: the potential bassist for our potential band? 

79: First time you had a crush: uhh im still not sure if it was a crush but i wanted them to myself and they wanted (and got) someone better. we were just friends so it doesn’t really matter

 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: the person on snap named “the great oracle”

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday, it was my brother

 76: Right now I am talking to: in order of snap names, “vibin ~[^.^]~”, “russian umbrella”, and “mom” (not really)

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: hopefully, a job that makes me happy

74: I have/will get a job: as soon as i know what’s going on with school. but like as an adult? wherever will hire me and pay my fairly. being a barista would be fun, but at a local place (not in my current town)

73: Tomorrow: ???? time for bad poetry: tomorrow i will see my friend/ admist this lasting chaos/ we will be each other’s solitude/ while sharing fruity drinks/ and when we both come home/ a smile we will bring

72: Today: idk what this means so more poetry: today i will be sleep deprived as always/ i will think of them and weep/ but no tears will fall from my eyes/ for i know there is a reason/ we went our own way

 71: Next Summer: i fr dont know whats goin on so: next summer i will be/ as happy as can be/ because i will be in pain no longer/ the earth is sure to heal/ and i will heal with her/ so i can enjoy/ the heatwave of next summer

70: Next Weekend: next weekend i will spend/ my days wasting away/ maybe ill finish hannibal/ again/ not that serial killers make the dopamine stay/ i will not see my friends/ or talk to my family/ i will seldom eat/ and live off coffee/ this has been my life/ all quarintine/ god someone please help me

 69: I have these pets: i have four cats, three chickens, and a dog

 68: The worst sound in the world: my dad and grandpa talking

 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Them

 66: People that make you happy: snap name time: the great oracle, junior, vibin ~[^.^]~, russian umbrella, mom, hero, booby-king 48, go to bed, son, pooper trooper, mac&cheese, plain egg biscuit, apple pie

 65: Last time I cried: i dont cry bitch (last week over officals that cant make up they gottdamned mindes)

64: My friends are: my family and i would die for each and all of them

 63: My computer is: an old hp but it play gaemes real good so it okie

 62: My School: is trash but the band pops off

61: My Car: old, fast, clean

60: I lose all respect for people who: are my dad

 59: The movie I cried at was: i cried over big hero six

 58: Your hair color is: blonde

57: TV shows you watch: supernatural, good omens, hannibal, parks and rec

56: Favorite web site: this hellsite or youtube

 55: Your dream vacation: out of the country with beautiful beaches, amazing food, and my best friend

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: the time i split the back of my head open, the time i split my chin open, and the time my then best friend said they didn’t want to talk to me anymore. i’ll let you guess which one hurt the most and which one i think about every fucking day

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium well. 

52: My room is: clean and a reflection of myself, or so i’ve been told

51: My favorite celebrity is: i do not engage in celebrity worship. ill follow them and reblog gifs/interviews but i dont really have a favorite. the less i know abt them the better.

 50: Where would you like to be: my own apartment in nyc

49: Do you want children: FUCK THEM KIDS BRO

 48: Ever been in love: i dont know if it was love. i dont know if it was a crush. what i do know id that i was attached and they didn’t feel the same, and why would they?

 47: Who’s your best friend: we dont really use best friend bc but “the great oracle” “junior” and “vibin ~[^.^]~”

46: More guy friends or girl friends: its 50/50

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: goin fast, the beach, playin video games

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: them

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: go to college, earn degree

 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: commit arson

 41: Have you pre-named your children: FUCK. THEM. KIDS. BRO.

40: Last person I got mad at: they do not understand that they do not know everything about something they’re not even involved in yet

39: I would like to move to: new zealand

38: I wish I was a professional: artist? musican? youtuber? who knows

 [ My Favorites ] 

37: Candy: nerds

36: Vehicle: 1970 mustang gt

 35: President: jfk only bc his assassination is the only good thing abt american history the rest of it is fucked up and shouldn’t have happened. also jfk’s song in assassians the musical goes hard

34: State visited: california

 33: Cellphone provider: verizon? apple? idfk

32: Athlete: what is sport

31: Actor: i don't watch shows or movies

30: Actress: i do not consume media

29: Singer: alex gaskarth or alexander deleon

 28: Band: fall out boy 

 27: Clothing store: hot topic (i will not apologize)

 26: Grocery store: okay harris teeter fucks but lidil’s has aloe vera juice and target at 9 pm energy so idk man 

25: TV show: supernatural...

24: Movie: big hero 6

 23: Website: tumblr or youtube

 22: Animal: snow leopard 

 21: Theme park: busch gardens bc roller coaster go fast

20: Holiday: christmas

19: Sport to watch: snowboarding bc its like skateboarding but on snow

18: Sport to play: anything with havy footwork (marching band is a sport)

17: Magazine: i do not condume media

16: Book: the ranger’s apprentice series as a whole makes up my all-time one favorite book

 15: Day of the week: friday bc its game day baybey

14: Beach: cocoa beach in florida but also i have so much left to experience 

13: Concert attended: i havent been to any notable gigs but i was supposed to go to hella mega

 12: Thing to cook: pancakes

11: Food: pizza or shushi

 10: Restaurant: chiplote

 9: Radio station: i like my local rock station and my local edm/top 40 station

8: Yankee candle scent: anything smoky or vanilla idc

7: Perfume: chanel no. 5 if i even wear it

6: Flower: Hydrangea

5: Color: orange

 4: Talk show host: cecil palmer

 3: Comedian: john maulaney

 2: Dog breed: yes

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? ;)

That was a trip. But it was fun, please do things like this more often. Also, I don’t consume media by choice. I’m not sheltered I just can’t be bothered, and I have enough going on. That being said I will now be sleeping. Thanks again, Anon, I hope you have fun reading this :D

[nntheblog]

Cartoon Characters With Big Noses : Our Top All Time

Are you a fan of cartoon characters? If you answered yes, you will definitely know the names Scooby DooMickey Mouse, Simpsons and Donald Duck are just a few of the many names. These names are so familiar, why not? These characters are beloved cartoon characters that are loved by audiences from all over the world. Both children and adults enjoy watching cartoons. Here are some cartoon characters with large noses. This list was compiled from my knowledge. You can also comment on this post with the names of big-nose cartoon characters. Famous Cartoon Characters with Big Noses Some are well-known Cartoon characters with large noses have found a perpetual place in our hearts and will continue to reign over the world of cartoons 15. Hugh Neutron Hugh Neutron is tall and has a long nose. His glasses are perfect because of his long nose. His hair and eyes are both brown. Because of his eccentricities, he prefers to live life his way. He forgets things all the time. Two things are his favorite: ducks and pies. He is the father figure to Jimmy in the Jimmy Neutron series. 14. Dick Dastardly Hanna Barbera Productions created several animated series in which Dick Dastardly plays an anti-hero. He was most well-known for his appearances in Wacky Racings. He plays the role as a driver in races to be first. The name of his car is ‘The Mean Machine,’ and the number of the car is 00. He had hoped to win every race but failed. His nose is visible only partially. The illustrators created the criminal look by making the nose slightly longer than the average. He has a mustache and wears a blue coat with red gloves.  13. Nigel Thornberry The Wild Thornberrys' Nigel Archibald Thornberry is featured in nearly every episode. He is 47 and has dedicated his whole life to wild animals. He is a complete skeptic. He is distinguished by his distinctive red hair and bushy mustache. His big nose makes him stand out. Also, being the show’s narrator, he will do anything to save the life of his wife and daughter. Characters in the show wear khaki shirts and green shorts.  12. The Little Man (Pink Panther). The character ‘The Little Man’ in the Pink Panther cartoon was officially renamed later as ‘Big Nose’ because of the large nose. He is mostly presented as an antagonist. Sometimes he is just a bystander, and in most of the episodes, he ends up being the target of Pink Panther’s mischievous acts. The character doesn’t speak as the show, in general, has little to no dialogues. The little man usually wears nothing but, sometimes, he may wear costumes to suit his character's needs.    11. CAPTAIN K’NUCKLES Captain K’nuckles is a bad-tempered old pirate. He lives in Stormalong Harbor. If you want to see him in action, you can watch the animated series ‘The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack’. Stormalong Harbor is where the show's main location. The story of Flapjack, a young boy, who sets sail to Candied Island. He is the cabin boy of Captain K’nuckles. Captain’s nose size convinced us to have him in the list of big nose cartoons.   10. SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS SpongeBob SquarePants the main character of the animated series is named after him. He is a friendly sea sponge and works as a fry chef at the Krusty Krab. He first appeared in the episode ‘Help Wanted’ in 1999. Stephen Hillenburg was the creator of this cartoon character. SpongeBob’s aim in life is to get his driving license from boating school. He is our most optimistic man. 10. MR. BURNS Charles Montgomery Burns is the owner and World War II veteran of Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. He is the main antagonist of the American animated series ‘The Simpsons’. Matt Groening was the creator of this evil cartoon character. He is a very old and weak person but he uses ruthless tactics to get what he wants. You may be asking yourself, "What is he doing in the list of big nose characters?" His long, beak-like nose is perfect for our list. 9. NIGEL THORNBERRY Sir Nigel Thornberry is one of the main characters of ‘The Wild Thornberrys’. He is the host of ‘Nigel Thornberry’s Wild World’. Nigel, 47 years old, has mustache and red hair. He is a passionate admirer of wild animals, and his entire life has been spent studying them. Eliza Thornberry is the animated series' main character. If you want to see Nigel in action, you can also watch ‘The Wild Thornberrys Movie (2002)’. 8. DICK DASTARDLY Dick Dastardly is the cartoon character, first appeared in the animated series ‘Wacky Races’. He is the show's principal antagonist. Joseph Barbera and William Hanna created this evil character. Dick’s facial structure inspired from the English actor Terry-Thomas and fictional character Professor Fate. 7. Mr. Bean (Cartoon). Mr. Bean, the animated series, is based upon the British sitcom of the same name. The animated series centers on four main characters: Mr. Bean himself and his teddy Irma Gobb. Mrs. Wicket is his landlady. Mr. Bean is the most famous of all animated characters. Cartoon characters with large noses. He wears his brown tweed jacket with a red tie. Mr. Bean speaks very little and only occasionally uses mumbled words. These animated series are known for their unusual approaches to everyday tasks. Bean is not mentioned as an extraterrestrial being.    6. Dr. Doofenshmirtz Heinz Doofenshmirtz (also known as Dr. Doofenshmirtz) is 47-year-old evil scientist from Drusselstein. His main job is in an office, but he also works to ensure his plans work. He wants to cause havoc throughout the Tri-State Area. He is dedicated to his work but his enemies Perry the Platypus made his plans fail. He has coconut-shaped, brown hair, round eyes and a bigger nose than the average scientist. 5. PHINEAS FLYNN Phineas flynn is a Danville student. Ferb Fletcher, his step-brother. They are the main characters of the animated series ‘Phineas and Ferb’. They are part of the Flynn–Fletcher family. Phineas first appeared in the ‘Rollercoaster’ episode of the show. Dan Povenmire created and designed this cartoon character. Phineas’ large pointy nose made him capable to be in the list of famous cartoons with big noses. 4. Ferb Fletcher The cartoon character is one the two main characters of the show. Ferb Fletcher is from an English family and currently resides in Danville, America. His constant companions include his parents and two step-siblings Phineas Flynn and Candace Flynn. Ferb may appear shy, but he's very brave. His nose is large, and his big, round eyes are the most distinctive features of his face. He is calm and steady even in difficult situations.  3. GOOFY Goofy, a male cartoon character, was created in 1932. Walt Disney was the creator of the cartoon. The first appearance of him was in Mickey’s Revue (1932). Goofy is a very funny dog. He has names like Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse on his friend list. He is a member of the Goof family. His wife is Mrs. Geef, and his son is Max Goof. You can see the movie to see him in action. A Goofy Movie (1995). He earned his place on the list of cartoon characters with big noses. 2. SQUIDWARD TENTACLES Squidward, a male Octupus, is the character. This cartoon character is part of the popular TV series SpongeBob SquarePants. Stephen Hillenburg was the one who created this character. Stephen Hillenburg is a marine animator and biologist. Mr. Tentacles works as a cashier and lives near SpongeBob SquarePant’s House. He first appeared in the “Help Wanted” episode in 1999. Squidward Tentacles can be seen in action in his 2004 film The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie. 1. BILLY Billy, a silly little boy from Endsville, is an example of a sarcastic person. His IQ is extremely low. When we think about his friends, Mandy is his best friend and Grim his worst enemy. You can watch Billy in action. Check out the American animated series ‘The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy’. His curiosity causes him to get into trouble, which he cannot escape. His large, pink nose placed him among the top cartoon characters with big noses. Read the full article

[surveysonfleek]

1178.

Do you ever have days where you just don’t do anything? rarely but i live for those days.

Have you ever been extremely tired but refused to go to sleep? story of my life haha. What is your favorite episode of True Life, if you have one at all? never watched it. Have you ever experienced something paranormal? i don’t think so. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve been stuck in traffic? over two hours. for a usual one hour trip. crazy.

Best field trip experience? the only one i remember is visiting our nation’s capital. Have you ever been to New York City? yes. If so, is it all its cracked up to be? yes! it’s soooo much bigger than i thought it’d be. it’s amazing. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? eh. $500, maybe $600? it was for a special occasion lol. What museums have you visited, if any? too many to name. Have you ever had a group project and one of your partners bailed on you? not completely bailed, but didn’t do the share that they promised? yep. What’s your worst traveling experience? i’ve never had a really bad experience in a city. our airbnb in nice was shocking though. the lady was lovely but there was no aircon, the fan was lack lustre and the toilet leaked and it always smelt like pee in there. so gross. 

Sims 1, 2, or 3? Why? i don’t really remember the difference between 2 and 3. but i like all of them. Have you ever dealt with noisy neighbors or roommates? How did that go? nope. i’m the noisy neighbour tbh lol. Who was (or is) the teacher that gave you the hardest time in school? my maths teacher in high school. he was a dick. Best muffin you’ve ever had? not sure. they all taste the same to me. i prefer cupcakes. Have you ever taken a woodshop class? yes. If so, was it required? yes. How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? daily. no more than 15 minutes a day tbh, it’s not that exciting to me anymore. What area of math are you best at? Worst? worst is definitely algebra. idk about my best. i use math a lot for work. How do you feel when you meet someone with the same music taste as you? i feel a damn connection haha. What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen outside of your house? nothing too weird. a fox i guess lol. Do you believe in luck? Why or why not? i’m not sure... i believe in it to an extent. How often do you “half-ass” things (put little effort in)? at work... quite a lot lmao. Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? no. Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? no. How reliable is your internet connection? it’s been pretty reliable these days. knock on wood. Have you ever missed a meeting/event that was required/necessary? no. What’s something that makes you incredibly nervous? everythinggg. What’s the latest you’ve ever stayed up to finish homework/a project? i haven’t been at school in years but i did do all nighters from time to time. If you don’t have glasses, how would you feel if you had to get them? i have glasses. If you do have glasses, how would you feel if you didn’t need them anymore? i’d feel freaking amazing. my eyes are getting a lot worse these days. How many vegetarians do you know? one that i can think of. Have you ever considered going to art school? i did. Is there anyone in your life who consistently angers you? yes lol. What is the worst thunderstorm you’ve experienced? nothing too crazy. there was this one time the thunder was so loud my windows shook. How quickly can you write an essay? depends on the topic and word limit. Have you ever had problems falling asleep in class? nope. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? yes. If you have a job, who is your least favorite coworker/manager? anyone i haven’t worked with. Favorite episode of Spongebob? i actually didn’t grow up watching spongebob.

Do you have any silly/odd emotional connections to anything/anyone? of course. What bug frightens you most? cockroaches.

Are your parents supportive of you? yes. How often do you take the train to go places? hardly ever. Do you play with your phone in awkward situations? always haha. Have you ever participated in a mock trial, or a real trial? yes. a mock.

[dailyarturia]

Since you are the Saber of Sabers, can we get a rating of the Sabers?

she’s massively oversaturated the market by now and I’m tired but whenever she has a Big Character Moment(TM) I still gotta wipe a single tear. kinda bland honestly but not bad. 7/10

I rolled her on like a single in my first week of fgo and she’s been my trusted general ever since. love the “desperately clings to ideals she’s claimed to give up on” thing it’s spicy. i don’t like the dress tho whom the fuck would rather have that weak bitch dress when they could have big goth armour. 8/10

doesn’t make any fucking sense but she’s cute so its ok

siegfried is my siegfriend I will love him even if dw doesnt. born with all the power of a hero and always been painfully aware of this so he lived his life wielding that power only how those without that power wanted him to and eventually got backstabbed by his friend for it. super mega cursed with misery thanks to the rhinegold and basically existed only to cause strife and be the tragic backstory of his wife, which he is also painfully aware of and so very sorry for. after death he decided that if he got the chance he’d like to fight only for the things he himself believes in because if he fights only for that which is good and just this time around then surely he will be causing good things for a change. he’s supposed to be a walking fortress of a man and I really will kill dw for what they did to him one day. 10/10

ah yes, the “covering up feelings of inadequacy with a punk-ass attitude”, a classic. she’s SO DESPERATE to be needed is painful to watch but she really hit the fucking jackpot with shishigou. I’d be nicer to her on this blog but I have a brand to maintain. 9/10

she has also oversaturated the market so much and I’m so tired. hogged all the attention in both ch rome and extella without actually getting any development out of it its been THREE AND A HALF GAMES and they STILL dont want to go into the fact that emperor nero might have done a few things wrong even though it’d make her way more complex and engaging to like, have flaws that are more than just mentioned then handwaved with an ‘umu’. i complain but actually im a bitch cause i fall for the umu every time. 8/10

do not be FOOLED by his delicate curls and knightly bearing he is a THOT and CCC is where he shows his true colours. completely lacks any fucking subtlety which is why he’s triple buster. feels the fall of camelot is his fault for not being a good enough knight cause it’s easier than admitting the king he dedicated himself to was flawed so when he gets summoned by a kid who looks just enough like arturia to bring up that complex he goes all fucking in on doing exactly what he’s told even though he knows on some level that’s just going to have the same result as the first time aroaund. having a bad time(TM) in camelot too cause his memories of the place were heavily romanticised and he’s having a hard time reconciling the reality of the mess the round table is in with how he wanted to remember it. don’t ever forget him making dick jokes in extella that was the only thing extella did right for him. 9/10

good civilisation but honestly I’d be lying if I said I really knew what the fuck her deal is. 7/10

THE GOOD UNCLE. a fuckhouse in the lewd sense. he got massively, humongously screwed in the not-sexy way by the king of ulster and in his anger at the absolute disrespect he deflected to connacht but he spent the rest of his living years torn between genuinely liking it in connacht and deeply regretting ever leaving ulster. a hotblooded warrior like all the ulster folks but in the end his deepest wish is just for everyone he loves to get along, which is fundamentally impossible cause those people involve both medb and cu and when they did seem to be on the same side in america it was so painful to watch he decided to just kinda fuck off and die cause he couldn’t bear it but also didn’t want to speak up and be forced to take a side again. please look up his bond lines you would not BELIEVE how much you straight up date him. 10/10

my BOI. the single largest consumer of “loving my wife” juice. he’s actually better as an archer but because his wife only qualifies for archer he only ever lets himself get summoned as saber as to not ruin that astronomically small chance of seeing her again. an old and wise king but because he’s summoned as a pretty young boy he comes across as a haughty brat instead. he spends like half of ch america getting carried around in a backpack by nightingale its good. 8/10

you have never done ANYTHING wrong, in your LIFE

really wish they’d let you have a personality outside the gender thing but id still die for you 

memes

bi culture is having four swords cause bi means two so you dual wield twice. bi culture is having three buster cards cause the B in buster stands for bi

IF THEY DON’T MAKE YOU TRIPLE BUSTER ONCE YOU INEVITABLY ARRIVE IN THE GACHA I’M GOING TO FUCKING RIOT. IF ANYONE SHOULD BE TRIPLE BUSTER ITS YOU. I’VE GOT LIMITED/ZERO OVER FLB AT MAX LEVEL I’M FUCKING READY DW GIVE ME ULTIMATE BUSTER MEMES

normal spongebob

[cookinguptales]

So while I was in NYC, I got to see Mean Girls, Spongebob Squarepants, and Anastasia. It was really a combination of lottery winnings and tkts, though I did splurge and get myself the Mean Girls ticket ahead of time. Despite how I got the rest of the tickets, I actually had pretty good seats at all the shows! So that part was nice.

More in-depth thoughts under a cut, but can I just say how weird it is that like... I think I had the most fun at Spongebob? I only went bc I won the lottery but like. I genuinely enjoyed that show. lol. Reminds me of when I went to see Shrek: The Musical on a lark with my friend, and we were shocked that it’s actually a great show.

I saw Spongebob first, an evening show. It was also my most high-pain day, so I have to admit that something funny and a little stupid (with a good heart) was probably exactly what I needed. The music was fun and catchy (not a shock, I guess, considering the people they got to do music for them) and the actors did a really spectacular job. I realized after coming home that I had some different actors than appear on the recording, but I liked my actors more. The Mr. Krabs I saw sounded so spot-on that it was a little creepy, lol, and our Plankton was super fun. I was kind of shocked when the guy who played Squidward started talking in a straight-up British accent after the show, lmao.

I laughed at a lot of the jokes, and though I never really expected to see Patrick Star leading a cult, it was apparently exactly what I wanted out of my evening. Plus, it actually had some pretty good lessons for kids. Don’t turn on each other and scapegoat immigrants when bad things happen, think for yourselves and always try to fix problems rather than running away from them, sometimes people say things that sound profound but won’t actually help you, diversity is valuable… I think it kind of veered into a trope I’m not in love with (immigrants are great because they’re useful) but I think it was also good for kids to see a character who was female (and played by a black woman) who was fantastic at science, kind, determined, and the one who ultimately saves the day. I also liked that the show was clear that her pain and wariness didn’t go away just because people started accepting her again. I think it managed to go in on some really good lessons without ever feeling preachy about it.

Plus, again, the show was just super fun. I love how it played with the space (like the way the actors kept interacting with the band and the conductor) and the jokes were genuinely funny. Patchy wandering around and trying to crash the show was great. The songs were catchy and fun and it was really cohesively done. Also, I think it really managed to nail the feeling of the characters and this underwater world without being too on-the-nose. (I’m looking at you, Little Mermaid.)

Was it the deepest, most memorable show I’ve ever seen? No. But it was a lot of fun, and fun is frankly what I needed right then.

Next, I saw Mean Girls. I’ll admit that my enjoyment of this show was marred by a couple things. It’s not the most accessible theater (I never did get to see the merch booth…) and the lead actress was out. There was a standby actress who could play like… 6-7 different characters? And I was really ??? when I saw that, like. There were really two options. Either she’s the best actress on earth, who can totally transform herself so she can play such diverse roles… or she’s generic af. Unfortunately, she turned out to be the latter. Like, don’t get me wrong! She was technically proficient and could sing really well! She just didn’t feel like Cady. There was something missing there, y’know? Some spark or charisma. She was just boring to watch, which kind of dampened the whole show. I overheard that it was her first time playing Cady, though, so idk. Maybe she was just nervous.

That aside, though, I did enjoy the show! It was a Wednesday (so I did wear pink) and it had a lot of the heart of the movie. It was really funny, and I liked how Janice and Damien were used to frame the show. They made for great, hilarious narrators. I really enjoyed most of the songs, too. Some were a little forgettable, I’ll admit, but others were really touching (particularly Gretchen’s solos) or super funny. Damien sings a whole song about how sometimes you just need to STOP and I loved it. The song was hilarious. The script itself was packed with good stuff. There were great jokes and good social commentary, more depth for some of the forgotten side characters and some really touching moments.

Plus, Cady aside, the rest of the actors did a tremendous job. My one gripe with the original movie is that… idk, the actress who played Regina George never quite felt like she could actually be a queen bee in a real school. Is that weird to say? The other girls around her just felt prettier and more charismatic, so it was hard to buy that she would actually be in charge. The Regina in the musical, though? Holy shit, you feel it. That woman could walk through Times Square and every eye would be on her. She did an absolutely fantastic job with Regina, and the other huge standouts to me were Gretchen and Janice. Just excellent, excellent jobs all around. I really love how much time the show gave to Gretchen so you could really get where she was coming from. Get that poor girl a therapist, honestly.

I think part of the problem is that, all things considered, it’s difficult not to compare Mean Girls to Heathers. And frankly, Heathers is a better show, imo. They’re both good! But I do sort of feel like Mean Girls could’ve gone in a little harder, and its music wasn’t nearly as memorable as Heathers’s. That said, like Heathers, Mean Girls: The Musical has a LOT more potential for f/f than the movie. lmao. And isn’t that really what we’re all here for?

(I mean no, probably not, but it’s what I’m here for.)

The third show I saw was Anastasia, and I gotta admit it. I’m shocked how much I didn’t like Anastasia. I’ve been wanting to see it for ages because that movie was my childhood, but I bounced hard off that show. Like I was kind of hanging in there for the first act, but I was literally wishing I could check my watch during the second act. Plus we had an u/s for Dmitri and he was. Not fabulous. I always feel bad saying that about understudies but like. He was……… not fabulous. So the criticisms I have going forward about Dmitri in the show might be colored by that. Bear with me.

Now, the show is super different from the movie. And I understand why they chose to go for realism rather than fantasy, but I disagree with that choice very, very firmly. Not only did it make the whole show a real fucking downer, but like… I feel like when you make movies about real people, you either have to go completely realistic or go real fucking far off the deep end. Like the movie really went in on the near-mythic stature that Anastasia and Rasputin had in history and folklore during that period. It went in hard with magic and zombies and had a real fairy tale feeling that only really worked because of the wild tales people were already telling about the historical personages. No one watched the animated movie about Anastasia and went “wow, I bet that’s just like real life”.

The show decided that they wanted to be more realistic and talk about like. God, execution of political prisoners and people starving in the streets and refugees and just generally the politics of Leningrad. So not only was that fucking depressing, but it really pulled things back to be like… If you’re being all realistic about this, shouldn’t you be more realistic about the real life people you’re using for this story? This isn’t how Anastasia’s life went, and I can buy that in a fantasy what if? AU, but when you’re aiming for gritty realism, then telling this story about a person who was executed (and yes, we now know she was executed) is just… It feels disrespectful, y’know?

Plus once you start bringing in the real politics of the world, I’m going to start examining the characters through a real historical lens. A love triangle is annoying and unnecessary anyway, but you managed to make it fucking creepy by having this guy stalk her after his dad killed her entire family, and while he’s still working for an oppressive regime. That’s not romantic! But you also managed to fuck up royally by making that actor far more handsome and charismatic, not to mention a much better singer, than the actual love interest!

Like! Dmitri only barely worked in the movie, y’know? You have to straddle such a fine, fine line with a lovable con man. If you take out the lovable, he’s just a fucking con man. And in the show, he just felt like a con man. Again, the fact that the u/s couldn’t sing all that well (he went sour several times and sometimes sounded just like Ernie, of Sesame Street, which is kind of the opposite of sexy) did not help things. But he was also just a fucking dick to Anya and it was difficult to tell why she liked him, other than the writing’s new decision to make her basically a street urchin like him. (As in, she’d been living on the street for many years previous to the show’s start — he also never worked in the palace and saved her life in the musical; it was never actually stated how she escaped in the musical.)

The actress who played Anya did an amazing job, but the writing for her character was pretty ??? most of the time. Like I get that you want to make her feisty (and why did you choose AN ATTEMPTED RAPE TO DISPLAY HER STRENGTH?) but if she’s really so street smart, why does she constantly make bizarre decisions? Why does she want to go to Paris if she doesn’t have the Together In Paris necklace? Why is she having a weird love triangle between a man who verbally abuses her and a government official who wants her dead? WHY DID YOU MAKE IT CLEAR THAT SHE HAD A DOG AND THE DOG IS DEAD? Poor Pooka!

Speaking of people I can’t root for knowing actual historical fact, they changed Sophie into an ex-Russian dilettante named Lily who spends all her time complaining that she used to be rich af in Russia and it’s so sad that all of the Russian elite had to give up their major Russian fortunes so they could… have minor French fortunes and cushy jobs. Like every time they started reminiscing about the good ol’ days in Russia, I was just like “oh right, that’s why they had a revolution, eat the fucking rich”. Like the new background they made up just made me despise her and all her friends.

They also made Anastasia’s grandma kind of a bitch. You’re really kind of forcibly reminded how awful monarchies can be whenever she talks about politics! And that cute, short scene in the movie where she finally meets Anya? Drawn out to like a half hour of this old woman rambling about how awful the world is and how she hates everyone and Anya is just a tricksy bitch. Fun times for all!

Plus like. I don’t remember a single song from the musical that wasn’t in the movie. I hate that they took out all of the magic and the talking animals and Rasputin (how did they never even mention the HISTORICAL one?) and they just had to rub it in by cannibalizing In The Dark of The Night and turning it into a depressing-ass song about political refugees who were fleeing Russia and would never see it again. (Note: the singer of this song was shot in the head by Russian authorities shortly after singing it.)

The only thing the musical really did was make me so sad for these people who had a revolution because their rulers were deeply corrupt and used the lives of the poor like pawns, and then had an equally corrupt government regime move in. The people were starving either way! And the musical trying to romanticize all that (they kind of wanted to acknowledge the historical crimes but still make me like the people who caused the problems??) just felt awful. They tried to work this story in with the real historical timeline by being like YEAH SHE WAS REAL AND THEY REUNITED BUT THEN SHE DECIDED TO LEAVE AND NEVER TELL ANYONE WHO SHE WAS AGAIN SO THE CREEP IN THE GOVERNMENT DIDN’T GET IN TROUBLE AND NO ONE EVER KNEW THAT THE REAL ANASTASIA WAS ALIVE. Like what. No. They found her fucking corpse. You can’t try to follow real life and have her actually be Anastasia. You can’t have your cake and eat it too! Do you want to make a musical about the plight of the Russians during this time period, or do you want to write a fairy tale? You can’t do both! All you’ve managed to do is play out some bad history and make me feel kind of gross.

….and boring music, questionable politics, and fuckin dreariness aside, the writing was just bad. The second act dragged on and on and on because they would never say in a minute what they could say in an hour. I was kind of bored and annoyed both. If you’re going to change a story and add an hour and a half of material, it better be good material. And it wasn’t. The only bright spots for me were the spectacular costumes (really gorgeous), the interesting sets, and the woman who plays Anastasia.

Other than that, I was not thrilled. All it did was make me want to go watch the ding-dang movie so I could just see the ding-dang bat.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Deanna

Characters: Dean x Reader, Deanna (Dean and the Reader’s daughter), Sam, Crowley (mentioned), some bitch ass demons

Word Count: 3,650

Warnings: Dean angst, more Dean fluff, daddy!dean feels at the very end, uncle!sam feels towards the end, Crowley being a dick, the usual

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader hid the fact that her and Dean have a daughter named Deanna and then Deanna is kidnapped and the reader is forced to tell Dean? 

Author’s Note: If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists! So sorry this is out so late, I hope whoever requested it, that you like it! 

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Six years ago, if someone had told you that you wouldn’t be with the Winchesters anymore, you would have kicked them in the ass and told them they were lying. However, here you were, on your own with the most precious thing life could give you. You left because you were pregnant and you didn’t want to burden Dean and Sam with a kid, so you left and didn’t look back.

I was hard since you were in love with Dean but you two were fuck buddies, only looking for comfort when you needed to release some energy. You were nothing to Dean since he would sometimes find himself a woman from the bars you three went to. Sam tried to tell you differently but you knew what you saw.

He didn’t love you in the way you loved him. You had a beautiful baby girl and you hated the fact she looked so much like Dean. You saw pictures of Dean when he was a kid and your daughter, Deanna, looked like Dean in girl form. You couldn’t help naming her Deanna since you were so hooked on Dean but you and the Winchesters were over and you didn’t see yourself going back to them any time soon.

That still doesn’t mean that you checked up on them. When you saw a potential case online, you would take Deanna and take a trip, knowing that Sam and Dean were going to be there. You gave up hunting but that didn’t mean you forgot how to protect you and your daughter.

“Mommy, who are those people?” Your daughter asked from the backseat, apparently seeing Sam and Dean leave the diner you knew they would be at. They were on a case and you wanted to see how they were doing. You were across the street, watching them.

“People I used to work with.” You answered, not having the heart to tell her that the shorter man was her dad.

“With the monsters?” She asked. You had told her just enough of what was out there because you couldn’t leave her completely in the dark. You taught her some things she could do to protect herself if you were to ever go away. But, you didn’t tell her everything. At least, not now.

“Yeah, with the monsters.” You said, tearing your eyes from Dean and looked at Deanna with a smile.

You kept watch over them for 6 years, never letting them know you were doing it. It was safer this way. Deanna was protected from the monsters since not even Dean knew he had a daughter. You couldn’t imagine the kind of trouble Deanna would get into if the monsters knew Dean has a daughter.

You hated leaving them, it tore your heart into two, but you had to and you thought that you would never see them again but Fate has its way of biting you in the ass.

“Now, here are my contact cards if you need to get ahold of me. I should be back by dinner but if I’m not, then her food is in the freezer. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Thank you so much for doing this for me, Tracy.” You said with a smile, handing the cards to the babysitter you hired to watch Deanna for the night while your friends asked you to come out for the night.

“Of course, go out and have fun. Don’t worry about us here.” Tracy said with a smile.

“Okay, bye baby, be good for Tracy!” You said to Deanna while she watched Spongebob.

“Bye mommy!!” She said with a smile, going back to the TV. You gave Tracy one more smile before leaving your house, getting in your car and leaving to the bar your friends asked you to meet at.

You were kind of nervous to leave Deanna alone with Tracy since you didn’t know Tracy. Your regular babysitter was out on vacation and you found Tracy while at a coffee shop when you were out with Deanna. She managed to gain your trust enough to leave you with your daughter for the night.

You hoped everything would be fine with Deanna and Tracy.

“Yeah, I’ll call you guys. Thanks for the night out. I really needed it.” You said after you left the bar with your friends. The night was still young but you had a kid to take care of. Since all of your other friends had someone to drive them, they all had alcohol but you didn’t have any, knowing you would be driving home tonight.

“Of course, you need to get out more. Get your mind of Dean, sweetie.” Your best coworker friend said with a smile. They all knew of Dean but that’s all they knew. His name and the fact that he was Deanna’s father.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll call you in the morning for coffee.” You said with a smile, parting ways with them. You got in your car and drove away, getting home faster than you thought. When you pulled into your driveway, fear spiked up your body. You knew something was wrong, but couldn’t pinpoint it out.

You rushed out of your car, trying to panic. Everything seemed fine right now. When you opened your door, a strong sense of sulfur hit your nose. No, this is not happening.

“Deanna!! Baby!!” You yelled, not caring about Tracy at the moment. You rushed inside yours house, seeing everything the way you left it. You rushed up the stairs, taking two at a time until you reached Deanna’s room. You pushed the door open and saw it was a mess, things thrown everywhere and glass from pictures hung on the wall, shattered on the floor.

But no Deanna.

“Deanna!!!” You screamed, checking every room of the house but not finding her or Tracy. That little bitch. You knew something was off about her the minute you met her. She seemed too eager to babysit your little girl.

You walked into the kitchen and found your message machine beeping, signaling to you that there was an unopened message on there. You got tears and let them fall, fearful of your baby girl’s fate. You pressed play, waiting for the message to start,

“Ah, Y/N, sorry we didn’t get to officially meet. The name is Crowley. I’ve heard so much about you. Unfortunately, so have a lot of my other demons. Who knew Dean Winchester had a kid and an adorable one at that. Why did you try and hide her form me? Naughty girl. I won’t harm a hair on her head, so long as you get Dean to me. I need a relic that Dean has. If you don’t bring it to me… well… you can always make a new kid, right?”

The message turned off and you let the tears fall more freely this time. You cried out in fear. Deanna was your lifesaver and you promised that nothing was ever going to happen to her. You knew that you had to get to Dean but you didn’t know how he was going to take it.

You wasted no time getting to the Bunker and you slammed on the brakes, not getting out. You willed your legs to move, to get out of the car but the fear of Dean hating you was too great. Do this for Deanna. Your daughter needs you. You sighed and got out, walking to the Bunker, an underground place that you once called home.

You walked down the stairs and to the metal door. You knocked on it, hoping that Sam would open the door instead of Dean. You waited for a few seconds and when the door started opening, you held your breath. You let it go when you saw it was Sam, and not Dean.

“Y/N?” Sam said, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Hi, Sam.” You said with a shy smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Can I come in? It’s important.” You said, biting your lip.

“Oh, sure, come on in.” Sam opened the door wider and let you go in first. You walked in and looked around the place, it being the exact way you left it 6 years ago. You walked down the steps but didn’t see Dean at all.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked, following Sam in the library.

“Supply run. He should be back any minute. What is going on?” He asked, sitting next to you, watching your reaction. You got tears, thinking of your daughter and you tried to hold them in.

“I’m sorry Sam. I’m sorry I left. I didn’t want to leave, I love you and Dean and it broke my heart to leave you guys.” You started off, not knowing where to start exactly.

“Then, why did you?”

“I was pregnant. It was Dean’s kid and I knew he didn’t want a kid, especially in this life. I couldn’t put that burden on you and Dean. So, I left.” You said, letting the tears fall.

“Whoa, hey, are you okay? You thought you were doing what was right. But, Y/N, you should have told us. Dean went crazy, trying to look for you. We both did. He hasn’t been the same since you left.” Sam said, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had a niece now.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t want her in any danger. But, just because I left, doesn’t mean I didn’t stop caring for you. I’ve always checked up on you. You didn’t see me but I could see you and I’m sorry I didn’t get out and go talk to you. I knew it would be too hard to leave again.” You said with a sniffle.

“You know this is the safest place for your daughter, right? Wait, if you didn’t want her in any danger, then you wouldn’t be here. What happened to her?” Sam asked, figuring it out. You knew you couldn’t stall any longer. He would figure it out eventually. Before you had a chance to say anything, you heard familiar heavy footsteps.

“Sammy, who’s car is out front?” Dean said, walking into the library. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. You stood up and wiped your eyes but a fresh wave of tears fell. You saw Deanna in Dean and you needed to get to her.

“What is she doing here?” Dean asked, his eyes sliding to Sam.

“Dean, don’t, not now.” Sam said with a sigh.

“No, he’s right. He has every right to be made at me. I’m made at me.” You said with a sigh, biting your lip again.

“Let me ask again, why is she here?” Dean asked, his voice hard and deep.

“I knew this was a bad idea. I’m sorry, Sam. Please, I’ll get out of your hair again but I need one thing from you.” You said, looking at Sam since it was clear Dean didn’t want to talk to you.

“But, Y/N, you need to tell him.” Sam whispered but Dean heard.

“Tell me what?” Dean asked, stepping closer.

“Nothing, Dean. Sam, where can I find Crowley?” You asked, the boy freezing at the mention of the demon’s name.

“Crowley? Where did you hear that name?” Dean asked, standing next to Sam.

“Just, please, answer the question,” You said, getting tears. You looked at Sam when you said this. “He has her.”

“He has who? What are you not telling me?” Dean asked, getting frustrated. Sam gave you the puppy eyes, knowing you would have to be the one to tell him.

“Your daughter. Crowley has your daughter and he’ll kill her if he doesn’t have you.” You blurted out, looking at Dean. He froze, his eyes never leaving yours. Your bottom lip trembled, not knowing what he was going to say and do next.

“Is that why you left?” He asked in a much softer voice.

“Yeah. I knew you didn’t want a kid and having her here would be too dangerous. Plus, I didn’t want to ruin your life with a kid. You didn’t want me so why would you want her?” You asked, looking at Dean. Dean’s eyes softened up real fast and he was about to say something when Sam interrupted him.

“What does he want?” Sam asked.

“A relic, I don’t know what for but we need to hurry and get over to him.” You pleaded. Dean and Sam looked at each other in panic. You had no idea what Crowley wanted with a relic or what is was supposed to do but you didn’t care. You needed your daughter back. Dean growled lowly and took out his phone and called up someone, putting it on speakerphone.

“Hello boys. Fancy hearing from you. I assume Y/N made it to you?” Crowley said when he picked up.

“You son of a bitch. Where is my daughter?” You said before anyone else had a chance to say anything.

“Don’t worry, she’s right here. Darling, say hi to mommy.” You held your breath, waiting to hear your daughter’s voice.

“Mommy, I’m scared.” Deanna said, her voice held a lot of fear.

“Baby, don’t worry. Mommy is going to save you.” Dean stared at you while you talked but you couldn’t bear to look at him. You barely had the words out before Crowley was speaking.

“Tick tock, my demons are getting very impatient.” Crowley said with a laugh.

“Where are you?” Dean finally spoke up.

“Oh, come on, Dean, have you already forgotten our little hangout?”

“Fine, we’ll be there. Don’t touch her.” Dean said, his voice incredibly low.

“No promises.” Crowley said with a snarl. Just before he hung up, Deanna screamed.

“No! Dean, please, we have to go find her. She’s all I have.” You whispered the last part. Dean heard this but didn’t comment on it.

“Come on, Sam, we gotta get going,” Dean said. Sam nodded and raced to his room so that he could pack for this. Pack, as in weapons and not clothes. Now, it just left you and Dean.

“Why didn’t you tell me about our daughter?” Dean asked.

“Dean, please, I don’t want to do this now. I need my daughter back.” You said, walking past him and to the front door. You had packed your weapons before you left and would need them in the fight against this Crowley. You never met the man but you knew he was going to be a problem.

You were in the backseat, muttering to yourself, praying for your daughter to be okay. You three all had a plan and you would have to stick to it if you were going to save Deanna. You got to the place Dean knew Crowley would be at and got out, taking out his weapons as well.

“You know the plan?” Dean asked you and Sam. You nodded and took a canister of salt and holy water, Sam taking some rock salt filled shot guns along with the demon knife. You would take the shotgun but your gun skills were a bit rusty.

“Yes, let’s go.” You said, leaving the boys. Mommy’s coming, my darling. You waited until Sam caught up with you and you advanced to the back of the building where Dean had entered through the front. You sighed and wondered what kind of state Deanna was in. You tried not to think about that as you quietly entered the house.

You had thought with Dean going to the front door, all the demons would be focused on him, giving you and Sam the chance to escape to find Deanna. However, that didn’t happen. Upon entering the place, two demons pounced on you and Sam. Sam easily killed one of them with the demon knife but you struggled with yours.

You threw the holy water on him but the demon growled as it sizzled his skin. He launched at you and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it didn’t hurt too much when he killed you but it never came. You heard a strangled groan and opened your eyes to see Sam had stabbed the demon from behind, just before he could attack you.

“Thanks, Sam.” You said with a sigh.

“Don’t mention it. I need to meet my niece before tonight is over.” Sam tried to lighten up the air. You nodded and walked with him into the main room and gasped at what you saw.

“Mommy!!” Your daughter screamed when she saw you. She was sitting on a dirty mattress in the corner of the room.

“Deanna!” You yelled, going to run over to her.

“Stay still!” A demon yelled at your daughter and used his demonic power to press her further into the mattress. Deanna cried out in pain and your blood boiled. You snatched the knife from Sam’s hand and you glared at the demon who was staring at your daughter. Some demons were dean and the rest watched you along with Sam and Dean.

You walked over to the demon and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with a snarl, towering over you.

“What?” He sneered.

“No one yells at my daughter.” You said before bringing your hand up and swiping the knife across his neck, killing the demon instantly. Just then, the other demons immediately took action, throwing Sam and Dean against the walls before rushing to you.

You turned around and started fighting all of them by yourself, the momma bear coming out of you to protect your daughter. You grunted in pain when your arm was slashed but you kept fighting, killing demons left and right. When it comes to Deanna, you would do anything for her.

As soon as all the demons were dead, Deanna got up from the mattress and ran into your arms.

“Deanna! You’re okay, mommy is here.” You dropped the knife and picked Deanna up, holding her close to you. You placed her on your hip and got tears, glad to know she wasn’t harmed.

“You named her after me?” You looked at Dean to see him staring at his daughter. Sam walked to Dean’s side, seeing the resemblance.

“Of course.” You whispered, looking at Dean.

“Mama, who are these men?” Deanna asked, staring at Sam and Dean. You stared at Dean and saw him look at you. You looked at Sam and saw the same look Dean had. You looked at Deanna and moved some hair away from her eyes.

“This is your daddy and your uncle.” You admitted to her. She smiled instantly and looked at Dean.

“You’re Dean. I’m named after you.” She said with a proud smile. You frowned and looked at her, never once mentioning the word ‘Dean’ to her.

“Baby, where did you hear that name?” You asked.

“Sometimes you cry in your room and you talk about a man named Dean. You said he was my daddy.” She said, looking at her. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s Sam, your uncle.” You said, pointing to Sam. She waved to Sam and he waved back, a smile on his face.

“We should go before more of Crowley’s friends come.” Sam said. You nodded and held Deanna close, looking at Dean while you passed him. You walked to the Impala and smiled, you missed that car.

You four reached the Bunker but you couldn’t let go of Deanna. Not even while you were inside the library. The air was thick with tension and Sam knew you and Dean needed to talk.

“Hey, why doesn’t Deanna come with me. Give you two some space?” Sam offered. You looked at him and you hesitated. “Come on, I won’t hurt her.”

“Okay, baby, go with your uncle while daddy and I talk, okay?” You kissed her head and placed her on her feet. She ran to Sam and he picked her up, smiling.

“Hi, my name is Sam.” Sam said, taking her in the kitchen. You looked at Dean for the first time tonight and you would have expected him to be angry, pissed even, but he was crying.

“Dean…” you whispered.

“Please stay. I don’t want you to leave again.” He admitted.

“Dean, please don’t make this harder for me.”

“No, I’m serious, stay. I missed 6 years of her life and I don’t want to miss any more.”

“Dean, I left because you didn’t want me. Why would you want her?” You asked, getting tears. Dean walked closer to you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“I was stupid, I was dumb. I didn’t know what to do with my feelings. I thought if we continued to go the path we were on, it’ll eventually sort itself out. I didn’t want you to leave in the first place. You have no idea how much I missed you. I love you.” He admitted, putting his feelings out there.

“And I love you. But, is this life really meant for her? You know how it ends.” You whispered.

“I won’t ever stop fighting for you, for her. I won’t let anything happen to her. What happened tonight was a mistake and it won’t happen again. Please, stay. Let me be in my daughter’s life.” He said, leaning closer to you.

You took the leap and pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all you’ve got. For 6 years, you’ve never thought you would feel at home again. You never thought you would find happiness again but with one touch from Dean’s lips, you knew that you were home.

“I guess you’re staying with us.” Sam said to Deanna, watching you and Dean from the kitchen. Deanna smiled and watched her mom be happy for the first time in 6 years.

The Queens:

@maddieburcham1 @ginamsmith @mogaruke @whit85-blog @inlovewithbja @spn67-sister @kdfrqqg @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @roxyspearing @supercalifragilistic26 @mishamigose @cobrakai1967 @essie1876 @wishedworld @crispychrissy @laqueus-ludovicus @nostalgic-uncertainty @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel @potterhead1265 @starswirlblitz @untitled39887 @ta-n-ja @deans-fallen-angel-boy @scarletluvscas @notnaturalanahi @tahbehonest @stay-in--place @innernightwerewolf @dreaminofdean @posiemax @donnaintx @mikey1822 @alexandriajanae4 @li-ssu @just-another-winchester @obsessivecompulsivespn @emoryhemsworth

Dean Beans:

@akshi8278 @mega-mrs-dean-winchester @winchesterandpie @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @tahbehonest @carribear31 @tacklesackles @oreosatmidnight @not-naturalfangirl @missselinakitty @iam-a-cutiepie @kristendansmith @milo-winchester-4ever @jensenackesl @codyshany316 @pheonyxstorm @helllonearth

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing

[regrettablewritings]

Dios Meme-o! (Rafael Barba Mini-Series, Pt. 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Rafael’s poisons of choice (coffee and scotch) could be divided up between day and night respectively. The coffee was for obvious reasons: To keep him awake and alert, to keep him going even when his work day was driving him to the brink of insanity (as it did all too often). The use of the scotch was also typically obvious: To drown out the stresses of the day, its trials hardly ever actually being over in the grand scheme of things. A cool down of sorts to balance out the caffeinated upper.

This evening, however? Rafael wasn’t sure exactly what the scotch was trying to boot off: the stress of the workday, or the revelation that he now appeared to have a small following? He decided the answer to be both as he took another sip of his drink. He wanted to believe that it was more so the former option but there was just something about the latter that made it stand so firmly in his mind.

Probably had something to do with the fact that even after the messages sent to him about his occupation and . . . tum (Rafael fought off the desire to shudder at the word), Carisi and Rollins continued to send him two more posts of a similar vein.

Where were they even specifically even getting all these? Rafael wondered. His eyes landed on his laptop.

Words and pictures travel fast, Rollins’ voice echoed. But just how fast was what Rafael wondered.

Against his better judgement, he committed a dangerous act born of morbid curiosity, enhanced by the slow but certain influx of bourbon into his system: He typed his own name into Google.

The first few results were what he expected: References to his past cases, articles on his most recent feats of interest, a handful of articles on his words at the most recent press conference.  

. . . Then there was what came after.

Rafael had heard about Tumblr, but not much if he had to be honest. Sites like Twitter or Facebook or other niche sites tended to be more of what he faced on a regular basis. But a site specifically platformed for blogging surprisingly did not cross his path as often as one might think. It therefore posed within him a sense of worry that the first time he would approach Tumblr would be because his name had become a tag on the site.

He was right to worry.

The deep blue background was offset by an assault on the eyes: text posts here, pictures there, gif sets of his past quotes to cameras before or after a court case, but mostly of him during his speech at the press conference.

His eyes weren’t sure where to look first, where to escape from first but no matter where he went, he’d always end up somewhere just as bizarre.

Some posts were weird –

“God those hands – like fricken’ face-huggers! I want them to smother me!!!” Without thinking, Rafael looked at his hands. He never really noted them as being big, per se. And despite the copious amounts of likes and reblogs featured in the notes section, and that nobody could even see them as they were now in real life, he couldn’t help but want to hide them.

At least three more Tum™ posts in either text or picture form with quadruple the notes and responses. In that moment, he began to strongly consider dieting and nearly opened up a new tab to research for that specific consideration.

“Lookit them veins in his hand. I wanna suck a hickey on them. Just slurp ‘em up like noodles.” . . . What?

Some were surprisingly nice, if not composed in a more bombastic way than what he felt was necessary or was used to –

“Oh, look at his tie!! I love that pattern!!” He had to admit, he himself was quite fond that the pink paisley tie they spoke of.

“Holy crap, you guys, he has green eyes! GREEN FREAKING EYES!!!” A little excited over something he’d considered uninteresting, but Rafael couldn’t stop the faint flutter of pride bubbling within him.

“His hair looks so smooth. He needs to be allowed to grow his hair out, he’d have beautiful long hair!” That made his lips purse. His hair hadn’t been long since high school, and even then it barely reached his shoulders. Frankly, his hair tended to get a little fluffy the longer it grew anyway.

“Handsome, dresses nicely, works hard, is a feminist – guys, I think I’m in love.” Yet another huge jump over something he didn’t consider to be too big of a deal. (But at least this person appeared to have decent standards.)

“Ok but it should be illegal to work a suit like that.” The self-importance fluttered a bit harder, both for the suggestion that he not only looked good, but for the fact that the ensembles he prided himself on were actually appreciated by complete strangers.

“Steal his look”, complete with clothes and accessories very similar to his own but for a fraction of the cost (how economic of them).

– Before dipping right back into weirdness . . .

“D.A. stands for ‘Dat Azz’” proclaimed Foodlemynoodle, who was ever so kind as to include a photo taken by the press of Rafael’s retreating form with a second picture edited to focus specifically on his ass.

“Barba looks like the type of guy who’s a stern lawyer in the streets but a spicy papi in the sheets <3.” There was so much wrong with that suggestion that Rafael didn’t know where to start.

“don’t you just wanna use his tie to tug him down and make out w/him?” The multiple notes responded all agreed. This worried Rafael, as tugging on someone’s tie could be very uncomfortable.

“I’d rather snap those suspenders tbqh,” came the response. Rafael grimaced, the memory of pain from previous accidental snappings becoming vivid for a brief moment.

“i want dat sloppy papi dick™,” announced one user, adding a gif of Spongebob Squarepants fervently licking a picture of Rafael that had been photoshopped into the original image.

It went on like this, growing increasingly more awkward and disconcerting by the scroll. It was only out of curiosity that Rafael kept going. That sick, masochistic curiosity and intrigue that compels someone to watch a train wreck or a distressingly bad YouTube video that gives you secondhand embarrassment. He’d just moved beyond what felt like the twentieth post about his “splendid tummy” when he’d come upon a post that wasn’t quite like the others in terms of text. It wasn’t crude or even necessarily complimentary per se but –

           “Get you a man who looks at you the way ADA Barba looks at his coffee ❤ lol jk   nobody’ll look like you like that just get ADA Barba.”

Included was the image of him at a coffee shop, receiving a cup of his favorite day drink, a rare smile gracing his features. Well. That was unnerving. Sure, he went to get coffee at an embarrassing and even likely unhealthy rate but for someone to have taken a picture of him at all while doing so was just . . . wrong.

One person called Ballr00mbombshell responded with, “Stale cinnamon roll, too jaded by this world.” This made Rafael’s brows pressed downward. Cinnamon roll? What did cinnamon rolls have to do with anything? As if his subconscious had directed him there, his sights landed on the tag section of the post:

#He was buying a cinnamon roll too!!, #such a cinnamon roll, #he probably needs something sweet if his job is dealing with such awful situations, #eat and drink on my sweet cinnamon roll son.

Okay, he thought as he moved his laptop further down his lap. Maybe I was better off not knowing . . . Wait. Cinnamon rolls. While never one to fully discriminate against foods, cinnamon rolls weren’t a thing Rafael normally got. Wait! He recognized that outfit! It was . . . It was the same damn one from the press conference! A trembling hand reached for his replenished glass of scotch and directed it to his lips, taking as hefty of a gulp as he possibly could without warranting a coughing fit.

Did he have a stalker? Already? Granted, after all his years in his field, he shouldn’t be so surprised by how fast fanaticism can rise and to what lengths. Should he tell Liv? She was so pissed the last time he avoided telling her about a threatening presence in his life . . .

As the burning liquid trickled down his throat, Rafael nearly paused it in its tracks. He realized one more thing: The angle of the photo. It was taken at the back of the shop, by the window judging by the looks of it. From the corner, he could just make out a barrel containing chips.

The girl with the Hello Kitty watercolor phone case!

An agitated grunt rumbled from Rafael’s chest and out of his mouth as the revelation became clear. He knew he wasn’t imagining things! Never before had the soft suggestion of watercolor and the innocent cuteness of a beloved children’s character worked together to produce such malcontent.

As tempting as it was to continue, the minor brush with the idea of being stalked mingled terribly with the alcohol in his disgruntled system. Rafael called it a night and tried to sleep decently.

The heavy presence of rounded stomachs and hand veins in his dreams made this out to be a difficult task.

[myjaebutt]

Our Little Sunshine

Yoongi x Jimin / Taehyung x Jungkook Word Count: 2602 Genre: Fluff / Family Summary: An hour later and Taehyung's not entirely sure what he's watched but it's okay since he's gone through every possible scenario of what could happen today. Luckily only two ended with him dying (he tries his best to ignore that almost all the rest resulted in him crying to some degree).

(Or Taehyung grows older, gets himself a boyfriend and Yoongi loses his mind.)

Part 5 of the Together We Make a Family Series [AO3]

Taehyung wakes at the asscrack of dawn with a raging headache that only gets worse with each passing minute. He wants to blame it on the incessant chirping of the birds (or like his Papa likes to call them ‘the assholes of the morning’) outside his window but he knows it’s more likely due to the fact that he barely got any sleep (he’ll still blame the birds though).

He rubs his eyes and groans pitifully when he sees that's it's only 5:30 am. His parents won’t be up for at least another three hours, possibly more if his Papa is able to get his way. Not that Taehyung blames him, it is Sunday after all and sleeping is the logical thing to do. Too bad Taehyung’s mind isn’t being logical at all (which honestly isn’t that surprising either).

Taehyung whines and rolls around on his bed at a loss of what to do. Sleeping is out of the question, not when his head is racing a mile a minute at the thought of everything that could possibly go wrong today. There's so much at stake and he feels like he's gonna hurl all of last night's delicious tacos and probably his organs too while he's at it.

It's 6:37 am when Taehyung's bladder has enough of his teenage love life crisis and rushes him off to the bathroom. Now completely awake and still with another good 2 hours to waste, if he's lucky, Taehyung marches downstairs to entertain himself with some cartoons. He's pretty sure SpongeBob can get his mind off of things. Maybe?

He's terribly wrong.

An hour later and Taehyung's not entirely sure what he's watched but it's okay since he's gone through every possible scenario of what could happen today. Luckily only two ended with him dying (he tries his best to ignore that almost all the rest resulted in him crying to some degree).

Taehyung is still sitting in front of the T.V (he's somehow moved from the sofa to the floor) a good two hours later when he hears the soft pattering of what could only be his dad's feet. (His Papa is as quiet as a cat and Taehyung has never been able to tell when he's either coming down or going up, which Taehyung finds very unfair, especially when he’s trying to sneak out for late night snack runs with Jungkook.)

After a couple seconds of silence Taehyung looks up to see his dad staring down at him, hands on his hips and a perplexed look on his face.

“Tae, honey, what are you doing?” Jimin questions sleepily, itching his stomach and frantically trying to remember if Taehyung had an event today that he forgot about. (It wouldn't be the first time.)

“Watching T.V., Dad.” Taehyung mumbles from the ground, watching in slight amusement as his dad frantically tries to remember something he didn't even forget in the first place.

Jimin looks at the T.V, which is off (Taehyung had gotten tired of Spongebob’s entirely too happy laughter after the first hour) and then back to his son strewn oh-so ungracefully on the ground. Immediately Jimin can tell something’s off.

“The T.Vs off you know…”

“Yeah dad, I turned it off.”

Something was definitely wrong.

“Am I forgetting something?” Jimin questions, voice raising an octave in worry and Taehyung, have mercy on his kind soul, shakes his head no.

“Nah dad. Nothing big happening today.” Except my death when I tell you guys the truth Taehyung thinks with a grimace.

“Okay. Good. Well, I’m making chocolate-chip pancakes.” Jimin waits for a reaction and frowns when Taehyung closes his eyes in indifference. Chocolate-chip pancakes are Taehyung's favorite. Taehyung would do just about anything for chocolate-chip pancakes. Hell, he even once cleaned all the bathrooms in the whole damn house just so Jimin would make him pancakes. Kim Taehyung, (self-proclaimed) pancake lover and ultimate fan, does not just close his eyes when pancakes are mentioned.

Jimin can feel a headache forming.

“Do you want to help?” Jimin tries again and smiles this time when Taehyung finally untangles himself from his lump on the ground and flashes him a slight smile. Still not exactly Taehyung like but getting there.

However, Jimin’s smile falters slightly when he sees how disheveled and tired Taehyung looks, it's almost as if he hadn’t slept all night (he hadn’t). Jimin wants to ask what’s wrong but he knows that it would be pointless to ask. (Last time he asked Taehyung why he looked so tired he got a whole story about bats and spaceships and that was before he began talking about his dream.)

Taehyung on the exterior is all sunshine and cute puppy eyes (which don't get Jimin wrong he most definitely is, and Jimin will personally fight anyone who says his son isn't the cutest) but he’s also uncharacteristically like his Papa and unable and (frustratingly so for Jimin) unwilling to share his problems.

Jimin understands that it’s their way of toughing through things, while he likes to verbally let others know what’s wrong (Hoseok likes to tease that Jimin just needs any excuse to speak but Hoseok’s also a dick so who cares what he thinks). He understands completely, which is why he doesn’t push it (not yet anyways) and instead begrudgingly chooses to ignore Taehyung looking quite literally like the undead.

Taehyung can feel his father’s eyes on him as he trudges into the kitchen and he knows it’s not a good idea to put him in a bad mood so Taehyung forces his worries away and get’s into his usual chipper (and loud) self.

“Dad! Can we make strawberry pancakes too?!” Taehyung turns around to smile widely at his father, whose own face brightens up along with Taehyung’s.

“Of course!” Jimin laughs as he maneuvers around to gather all the ingredients.

His dad doesn't need to know that Taehyung asked simply because strawberry pancakes are his Papa’s favorite and Taehyung wants him in his best mood before he drops the bomb. He needs all the brownie points he can get. His Papa is the real worry here after all since Jimin would give Taehyung anything he asked without a second thought. It took his dad a minute or so before agreeing. (They blame it on the puppy eyes but Taehyung likes to think it's his charm.)

They work mostly in silence, Jimin occasionally breaking the quiet to ask Taehyung simple questions about school and life. But Taehyung is out of it (a little more than usual) and Jimin gives up after a while, choosing to instead mentally list all the reasons that could have Taehyung acting this way.

He can’t help but frown to himself when Jungkook keeps on appearing on his list. He really hopes the younger boy, Taehyung’s best friend, and his godson isn’t the root of the problem. (Jimin’s bad at confrontations, especially when it comes to people he cares about.)

The father and son duo are just about done with the pancakes when Jimin tells Taehyung to go and wake up his Papa.

Taehyung feels the butterflies in his stomach go into a frenzy when he realizes that the moment that he’s been agonizing over like a hormonal teenager is suddenly approaching faster than he’s actually ready for.

Taehyung’s just about to go up and deal with this like the grown boy he is, when an approaching voice calls out, “No need. I’m already up.”

Yoongi walks into the kitchen, black hair a ruffled mess, shirt riding up, pants bunched up to his knees and a scowl on his face. Typical Yoongi behavior anytime before noon.

Jimin smiles at the sight of his husband and internally coos at how cute the older male is. (Internally because he does not want to deal with an even grumpier Yoongi this early in the morning.)

Taehyung walks over to his Papa and engulfs him in a hug.

“Guess what Papa. We’re having pancakes for breakfast!”

Yoongi feels rather than hears Taehyung with his face smashed uncomfortably against the young boy’s neck.

“Taehyung, it’s too early for this.” Yoongi speaks out once he realizes Taehyung has no intention of letting him go anytime soon.

“It’s never too early for hugs.” Taehyung exclaims, releasing his father to give him a scandalized look as if Yoongi had just told him that puppies were ugly or that ice cream was gross.

“Okay Taetae, whatever you say.” Yoongi reaches up (he hates that he has to reach, who allowed his little boy to grow taller than him in the first place) to ruffle the boy’s hair and flashes him a rare (in the mornings that is) gummy smile.

“Hey! Where’s my hug?!” Jimin whines from his spot next to the stove, lips in an exaggerated pout and arms crossed over his chest.

Taehyung laughs as Yoongi rolls his eyes in annoyance, the smile on his lips contradicting his actions.

He watches in slight awe (and disgust) as his father makes his way over to the stove and wraps his dad into a tight hug. However, he groans in disgust when Yoongi decides to leave a wet and very loud kiss against Jimin’s cheek. “Gross Papa!” Taehyung whines as he sits down at the table.

His dad's laugh at his outburst and Taehyung smiles at them fondly. Taehyung's always been amazed at how grossly cute they are together and the amount of love they have for each other even after knowing each other for most of their lives and being married for over 18 years. He can't help but wonder if Jungkook and he'll last that long. (He really hopes so.)

* * *

"YOU HAVE A WHAT NOW?!!" Yoongi gets up from his seat and stands in front of Taehyung, once again annoyed that his little son is now taller than him and that he has to look up at him. (It totally ruins the whole intimidation factor he’s going for.)

"A boyfriend Papa. Like you know a dude who I like romantically." Taehyung replies nonchalantly. He immediately regrets how flat his voice sounds. He does not need his father getting angry at him.

"I know what a boyfriend is." Yoongi spits back. Eyes narrowing into slits as he glares at Taehyung.

Shit. Too late.

“Well that's great. Also it's Jungkook so you know... nothing new here..." Taehyung looks down at his feet having lost all his confidence. He can feel his father's eyes on him and he just wants to race up the stair and dive under his blankets because nope Taehyung was not, is not, and will not be ready for this.

But then he remembers that down the block Jungkook's going through the same thing. And that he really, really likes Jungkook. Like maybe even likes him enough to love him. And yeah Taehyung's scared of angering his fathers who had given him everything when he had absolutely nothing and no one. But it was them after all who had taught him to love and to accept love. And yeah he's pretty sure he loves Jungkook.

Taehyung's pulled out of his reverie when he hears his Papa softly say, “You're only 17 Tae. Are you sure about this? You've known Jungkook your whole life. Maybe you're just confusing things.”

At his words, Taehyung sees Jimin step forward and place a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. A glance is shared between them and Taehyung watches in slight awe as his father runs a hand through his hair and visibly relaxes, leaning into his dad.

Taehyung takes the opportunity and pounces. "Come on Papa. You were also 17 when you started dating Dad. And you guys were best friends before that too. And this is Jungkook. I've known him almost my whole life and I know him better than anyone and I think I know my feelings by now. I really really like him..." Taehyung lowers his head at the last part.

A blush spreads across his face as his words sink in. Taehyung’s sure of it. He truly does love Jungkook, all of Jungkook. From his bunny smile to his smaller hands that seemed to disappear in Taehyung's. From his shyness when meeting new people to his playful behavior with Taehyung. (He’s also been blessed with the face of an angel and Taehyung wouldn't mind looking at that for the rest of his life tbh.) Yeah, Jungkook wasn't perfect but he was pretty darn close and Taehyung couldn't be happier, wouldn’t be happier with anyone else.

"I just..." Yoongi’s at a lost for words. On one hand, it frightens him that his little boy is growing up but he knows Tae and he knows Jungkook and he knew that these two would end up together sooner or later. He and Jimin had already suspected something a couple weeks back. But having Taehyung make it official is a blow to the gut. He loves Taehyung and he wants nothing more than his son to be happy and he knows, dammit, he knows that Jungkook makes him happy. But even then he can't help but worry. Like always he's left worrying and stressing about the future and just what might be.

However, in that moment of panic, he feels Jimin's hands tighten around his waist and just like all the other times he feels himself unwind. ‘It's okay, it's going to be okay.’ Yoongi can almost hear Jimin chanting the words to him, like all the times in the past. And just like all those times, Yoongi believes him. Because as long as Jimin's by his side Yoongi knows it's going to be okay.

“Just...take it slow okay?" Yoongi finally says and smiles widely at the not so little boy in front of him. He knows he said the right thing when Jimin squeezes him even tighter and Taehyung looks up with a smile that could rival the brightness of the sun.

Yoongi doesn't even have the heart in him to complain when Taehyung joins his dad in squeezing him. It’s too early on a Saturday morning, his baby (yes Taehyung will remain his and Jimin's baby until forever) just dropped the boyfriend bomb, and Yoongi’s having trouble breathing through the hug but he honestly couldn't be happier. Surrounded by the two most important people in his life.

“Thanks.” Taehyung mumbles out mid hug, head nestled in his father's chest. When he feels his dad's hands wrap around his back he lets the tears fall. “Thanks. For everything.”

“Anything for you, our little sunshine.” Jimin smiles up at Yoongi and Yoongi smiles back as they both hold on to their son. “Anything for you.”

* * *

(Was I too mean earlier? I still can't believe he still hasn't figured out that we've known this whole time.

Come on Yoongi-bear. He is your son after all.

Min Jimin what the hell is that supposed to mean?!

That he got all my good looks and your brains, or lack of them.

Sunshine, I think you're forgetting that you didn't actually give birth to Taehyung.

Not with that negativity I didn't.

I can't believe I married you.

Excuse you. If I remember correctly, I was the one to ask the question first so technically it is I who married you Yooonyoon.

That's only because you were an asshole and literally stopped my proposal to ask first!

Well. I still win in the end so fuck you.

Babe, shouldn't you be saying fuck me. *winks*

Eww. Can you not you old pervert.

Babe, we’re literally married.

Sadly.

I hate you.

Love you too Yoonyoon.)

A/N - Hope you guys enjoyed!! ^^

[slowrvsh]

hry hello hi i’m cosmo and i’m 22 from the est time zone but i live like a gmt person, i swear ! i watch a lot of netflix as well as... mtv reality. i’m also low-key obsessed w skam, a boogie wit da hoodie, pnb, and i still watch spongebob in the morning. take a peak below at my cute, careless, slightly dumb wren and like this or hmu to plot and be friends !

wren was born in america to a teenage single mother and he was immediately given up for adoption because of that. the couple that took him in were quite wealthy, so wren never really had to work a day in his young life.

he was always very spoiled —- probably couldn’t wash a dish or do laundry for his life.

described as being a few fries short of a happy meal.

he’s loud, he’s FUN, and he’s full of energy. it was probably why he seemed to always be a leader in his friend group, but he would usually call himself the comedic one.

when he was just a young teenager, they moved to the uk and wren settled in quite easily in the big city of london. he was the typical upper east side boy.

after that, he got really into partying and literally partied his way through high school and never attended college.

he’s probably tried any drug you can think of at least twice, but he’s never gotten addicted to any type and he prides himself on that tbh.

there may be an underlying and underage drinking problem, but wren would never admit to that.

he also gets really, really SAD sometimes and will disappear for days at a time ???

and while he’s had a few relationships here and there as well as quite a bit of hook-ups, he’s never really been “ in love “ before, so he doesn’t know what to do about that either. he’s quite pessimistic about it and thinking there might not be one person for every person in the world and he drew that short straw. ( unless ur measuring dicks of course fgdhkfjfdg )

after graduating high school, he fell in love with a one-time hook up at a club and literally followed them in hopes of a blossoming relationship.

he took what was left of his inheritance and moved on his own to manchester. he works part time at the cinema and is obsessed with movies, talking about politics and philosophy, as well as american basketball.

wren lives in a modest apartment with a roommate while living off of an inheritance and splurging completely. he’s very careless with it and is just looking to have a good time.

[wordydelights]

when galaxies collide - the rest of chapter 2 (draft)

I couldn't rest that night, I had said only about four words to Landon that entire evening and I craved responses to my uncertainty. I rolled onto my side for about the hundredth time. The neon-green numbers displayed on the digital alarm clock resting on my nightstand were glowing causing my eyes to squint from its glare. 1:36 AM. Although it was not the best time to have a heart to heart with Landon, I knew that if I did not get answers out of him soon I would wake up to Nicole glued to his side, making it impossible to have real "bro time."

I crept downstairs, staying near the sides of the walls to minimize the unwanted creaking of floorboards. As I neared the end, I skipped the second to last step, smoothly descending my way to the bottom. On the way out of the sleeping house I made sure to stop by the kitchen and snag a bag of cheese puffs as a peace offering for waking Landon up in the middle of the night.

Our garage was separate from our house, it was like it's own tiny shelter. On it's side it had a door topped off with a welcome mat and beside it a window featuring old fashioned shutters. A few years back I made preparations of turning it into my own little art haven. Just somewhere I could feel safe or free, where I could fit in. Unfortunately my undeveloped sanctuary soon became filled with tacky yard sale "steals," craigslist "must-haves," and trashy pieces of furniture found on the side of the road that subtly reeked of cat piss.

When I walked inside I was not expecting how completely pitch black the room was going to be. I fumbled around in circles for a second, knocking into small objects while trying to locate Landon's sleeping body. I took a step, felt an obstacle, took a step back. After a few failed attempts of finding a secure way to reach Landon I grabbed one of the many broken fishing poles we had stashed next to the door and used it as what a blind man would use as his cane, swaying it back and forth in search for potential threats.

I thought things were going pretty well until I swatted a bookshelf displaying old trophies from my dad's past badminton championships a bit harder than intended. Each were no taller than six inches and made out of plastic with gold spray paint chipping off, however in his eyes they were as great of value as an olympic medal.

The bookshelf tilted over onto a row of filing cabinets causing a box of legos which happened to be resting on top of the cabinets to fall to the ground.

I heard a screech then the shifting of furniture followed by a couple failed clicks of a lamp until the attempts were successful. The lights turned on which revealed a frightened Landon with a wild look in his eyes while holding a baseball bat and wearing nothing but a pair of spongebob boxers and mismatched socks.

"Jackson what the hell man," he squinted while shaking off a couple legos stuck to his skin.

I put down the fishing pole, "Sorry, I just wanted to talk."

"I have legos in my asshole."

"Sorry about that." I replied. Then made my way over to the couch from hell. I plopped down onto the sofa allowing my body to sink into the its plush cushion.

"I brought cheetos."

He proceeded to swiftly snatching the bag out of my hands, and opening it without saying a word. Landon was like a vicious animal mauling its prey when it came to food. Shoving handfuls of the cheesy sustenance in his mouth at a time. I watched him as he continued. It seemed he realized I was still present in the room and briefly stopped.

"Alright man, uh, what did you want to talk about?" He rubbed his eyes then scratched his bedhead with his orange powdery fingers.

I shrugged. "How's life?"

"It's going good. But I seriously doubt you decided to ambush me with a box of legos just to ask how life is." I stayed quiet. There was so much I wanted to tell him, to know. "Things are just different now." I said it very vague but I knew that Landon knew me well enough to understand.

"I take it you're mad at me for not visiting sooner."

There was no response, so he continued.

"Jack, different is good. Don't get me wrong I miss us having our adventures together and I hate not looking out for you. But, things aren't going to be the same anymore. I didn't visit as frequent because I have a life of my own now. A bit of freedom, a girl who I really like, a future to look forward to. Everything is just kind of working out for me right now."

I nodded. "Why did you never tell us about her?"

"Of course," He laughed then continued with a smile across his face. "I just wanted it to be a surprise, I never really felt this way about a girl before and I wanted to introduce her to everyone in person." I stayed silent, hoping he could read my mind so I wouldn't have to say what I wanted to say outloud. But he didn't. "Why her?" I cringed.

"Aw come on man, give her a chance. Once you get to know her you'll love her I swear," he responded confidently.

I decided to change the subject and ask him about the people at OSU. According to Landon most people who go are either preppy white kids who only live to drink, bang chicks and get high, while others were conservative hipsters with unshaven beards and choose to eat only vegan, gluten free, organic meals. Landon shared a couple of amusing stories from his experiences at the university such as a teacher accidentally playing porn on the projector instead of the lesson. I could tell he was happy, I had never seen him happier. It might seem selfish but had I wished he was just as miserable as I was. It was sad seeing him succeed. Not because I was jealous, but because I knew that in time he would achieve that picture perfect life. He'll have his own family and kids, a yellow house with a white picket fence and job that he always dreamed of having. We'll see each other during the holidays and occasional awkward family reunions, with no communication in between. I didn't want that life. I didn't want things to change.

"So what about you man? Bringing home any girls," He raised his eyebrows and nudged my arm. He already knew the answer to that question.

"Haha, you're funny," I responded while slightly scooting away. He laughed and covered his face with his hands while mumbling, "My virgin brother." I shoved him out of embarrassment. He removed the palms of his hands from his face and began staring at the sofa's fabric. I could tell he was exhausted from his absent expression.

"Colt." He began as if he was about to say something serious. "This is one fugly couch." Maybe it was the way he said the phrase or it was at that point the sleep deprivation had consumed us both because after that remark we could not stop laughing. It was then where it felt like nothing had changed.

"Before I forget," He said while drifting asleep. "Do you want to come to the End of Fall Festival tomorrow night? I hear they have a real carnival this year." I was about to politely decline but Landon beat me to it.

"Now, I know it isn't your scene but Nicole really wants to go and I think it would be fun." He paused to yawn, then quickly went back on track. "Plus, it would be a real dick move to say no to hanging out with your incredibly awesome, and may I add, attractive, brother who is only in town for the weekend."

He was right. I needed to take advantage of the time we had together no matter the circumstances. And maybe, just maybe, I'd give my potential future sister-in-law a second chance.

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I was tagged by @reverendjonasnightingale, i tag @genevievethepope0403, @waltdisneysanimationstudio, and @newtdewt (and any other mutuals who want to)

1. name? luke

2. nickname? frodo

3. undercover name? What Does This Mean

4. pornstar name? i just spent half an hour trying to come up with a trans-related dick pun and came up short (😉) so if anyone has any suggestions my inbox is open

5. middle name? daniel

6. first born son or daughters name? honestly i’d probably name a kid daniel if i was ever gonna have a baby but to be fair i’ve liked that name since before it was my name

7. age first kiss? uh technically like 13 

8. age first crush? i never didn’t have a crush as a kid, i probably had it bad for the doctor in the delivery room

9. age when you first knew what you wanted to do? you ask that like i know what i want to do now????

10. age when you met your best friend? 12 i think? maybe 11 it was in 6th grade

11. favourite song? hallelujah (i dont know how to have multiple interests)

12. favourite colour? red

13. favourite film? i feel like i should say a gay movie but im gonna completely seriously go with Shrek

14. favourite actor? raúl e. esparza (but leonard nimoy deserves an honorable mention)

15. favourite actress? nichelle nichols

16. favourite time of year? summer even tho i’m burnt and bug bitten

17. favourite animal? i’m really feelin octopus rn they’re p cool

18. favourite country? i’ve only been to the u.s. and canada but honestly i got a cool water bottle in canada that was stolen in the u.s. so i gotta say canada

19. favourite person in the whole world? raúl rn no question abt it

20. favourite food? potatoes bc i find their shape and versatility v relatable

21. favourite feeling? when i’m chillin by the fire and the stars are out right before i’m hit with the Lonely Bitch™ feelings

22. least favourite song? i dont *hate* it but that one song in leap of faith that i can only assume is called get on the bus should be at LEAST 2 minutes shorter it gets on my nerves

23. least favourite film? elf

24. least favourite actor/actress? will fucking ferrell 

25. least favourite event? im too poor for “events” 

26. least favourite food? stuff with crushed tomatoes in it where the tomato peels in the dish and the skin rolls up into bitter little tubes

27. least favourite feeling? when bottom dysphoria hits before i can get anywhere and im Forced to blueball my own damn self

28. best feeling in the world? when i’m gendered correctly w/o prompting

29. quote to the world? "Piper you can’t be an attention whore on the Lord’s day.” -Rachel, when her dog woke us up early on a sunday

30. best memory? when the whole family came up for last thanksgiving and we all got absolutely wasted and played CAH with my 80 y/o grandmother or the time me and Kanani had to break into our own hotel room

31. best gift ever given? like that i’ve given or that someone has given to me? li im drawing a blank on both rn but i did just use a virgo mug that Alex​ got for me so i’ll say that for the 2nd one at least

32. favourite alcohol drink? a blanco if im in the mood for a vanilla milkshake and a raspberry rum and coke if im not 

33. guilty pleasure? im guilty abt everything i dont differentiate my pleasures

34. best superhero? not really into superheros anymore but i do enjoy the trans spider man hcs that have been going around

35. best place in the whole world? this one beach on Kauai that i can’t remember the name of

36. celebrity crush? like raúl obviously but also dwayne the rock johnson

37. who’d play you in the movie of your life? idk?? some sad gay im sure

38. who’d be your love interest? i don’t mean to piggyback off of ALL of @reverendjonasnightingale‘s answers but ideally raúl 

39. who’d provide the soundtrack to your movie? whoever the mastermind behind the Shrek soundtrack was hopefully

40. favourite cartoon? “spongebob squarepants” were my actual first words

41. character /person you can most relate to? look apparently anyone and everyone relates to bobby but like. Still bobby from company

42. sun or rain? sun

43. Adele or ed Sheeran? adele

44. Taylor swift or Kanye west? or

45. pale or tanned? i’m pale but i think tans look nicer

46. USA or uk? i honestly could not care less

47. cash or card? cash 

48. blonde or brain? i’d say both but i pull too much dumb shit for that

49. secret talent? i don’t even have a public talent tf

50. if you had to make your own religion what would it be? something realistic enough to get tax benefits

51. Audition song? man of la mancha is fun but im bad at it so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

52. Britain or America’s got talent? never seen

53. favourite Disney movie? atlantis

54. do you love or hate game of thrones? i don’t care enough to watch it and find out

55. nicest person you’ve ever met: maggie mason