#FOOLERY!!!!! INSANITY

[p4nishers]

thinking very much about the "the will was eddies love confession" theory cause oh my god can YOU IMAGINE????? it was even framed as a whole ass love confession. like that was a romantic scene, in an episode where all the romantic couples are paired together THEY CHOSE TO PAIR THEM TOGETHER. but if we push that aside, he literally gave his HEART to buck (heart theory, anyone?), LEGALLY BINDING HIM to the diazes. not only did he baby trap him, by putting him in the will he all but declared that buck is not allowed to die. also i mean just like, what if he really believed it would make all of his feelings perfectly clear and was prepared to say everything but BUCK TOOK IT AS EDDIE SETTING A BOUNDARY. AS EDDIE SAYING THAT HE'D BE THE BACKUP. im so sick. this man really looked at his best friend, who'd have DIED for him, who rather been shot then see eddie hurt and went 'yeah he needs to know, i need to tell him'. he was trying to confess his love and buck thought their relationship was falling apart. im gonna vomit.

yes also im implying eddie realized his feelings after he got shot and has KNOWN ever since then. and that makes me go out of my fucking mind. "no one will EVER fight for my son as hard as you" eddie was in love there. "because evan, you came in here the other day saying it would've been better if it was you who was shot. you act like you're expendable....but you're wrong" HE WAS IN LOVE THERE!!!!!!!

[i3utterflyeffect]

Thinking again about the interaction where Purple learns how Alan became a selkie on accident.

Purple: oh yeah, would you like to hear another funny myth about selkies?

Alan: Yes

Purple: Some people think selkies are sticks that hoarded too much human technology and we're changed by it. Isn't that ridiculous?!

Alan: *in tears with laughter*

Purple: oh! Another one is that selkies are actually humans that were cursed for their cruelty! That's definitely not possible pfft.

Alan: *laughter immediately turns into a nervous chuckle*

Alan: ha ha yep! That sure does sound ridiculous heh.

Purple: Alan. Alan please tell me that's not true. Why are you acting like that.

Alan: *dead silence. quietly panicking*

Purple: Oh my... Alan, is it true for you?

Alan: I- I... *shame covers his face*

Purple: does... does anyone else know?

Alan: no. Please don't tell anybody. Please...

YEAHHHHHHH. it's so funny to imagine purple is the only stick that knows. just. imagine finding out this guy that has essentially become a weird uncle figure in your life admitting that at one point he was basically a god and to not tell anyone. what do you even do

[macadam]

i think you accidentally grabbed your list of best transformers names, lol, they're all incredible. but on the topic of amazing names, i believe Shreddicus Maximus (named such for his peak skateboarding skills) has the right vibes at least for what we're going for

had to look him up to make sure i didnt just imagine him lol

Taste is subjective so I’ll let you call the list what you wish

This addition is perfect though thank you

[monachopsissssss]

WAIT SKEPPY ACTUALLY SHOWED UP???

[hoony2k]

Is jake here?

Shakespeare says "tis was written in the stars before they even met"

-You're lost in life and move to Seoul where you find your peace in a boy. Jake's in a band and is looking for a girl he's been obsessed with ever since she appeared in his dream. You're both broken but maybe you can learn to be better through each other.

Pairing: Sim Jaeyun x reader

Genre: scott pilgrim au!, band au!, set in 2000s, he's kinda silly.

Cast: Sunghoon, jay, sumin (stayc)

Warning: reader smokes once :(

Word Count: 2k

Notes: this is for neo127's event! this was genuinely so fun to write, thank you for the fun event! this is actually a deleted scene that I love sm, i wanted to be so poetic but i had to stop my demons cause this is a movie with tom foolery and deep meaning. also i'm kind of stupid and saved this in drafts and not queue.

masterlist

Take 1

There was a ringing in Jake’s mind that alerted him of the dangers awaiting him, but the allure of your presence removed all prior warnings. You came into his life like a dream, filled the hollow void in his soul. None of his past attempts at experiencing euphoria or reaching infinity worked, but with you around entertaining his unfunny jokes, he was consumed by the black hole in one clean swoop.

In other terms, you were the little riff he needed in the song, the extra healing ability granted to his game characters, you were a dream. The warning, the future and the rest was history. It was only you and him in the whole universe. By your side, Jake finally felt like the world wasn’t against him.

Or so he thought.

Seven little exes, not seven little kisses.

Take 2

Jake forced his body to move. “Left right, left right”, he mumbled and mechanically trudged up the stairs, bumping into drunk partygoers without an apology. He caught a glimpse of you the other day and he prayed the next time you saw him he’d be taller and looked way cooler, not desperate or down bad at all. Hopefully, he’d find the courage to approach you in privacy. It had been ages of simply dreaming about you.

Not even the buzz of the party could get your eyes and nonchalant expression out of Jake’s mind. The thirst to reunite left him dry to the bone and in dire need of the washroom due to pure boredom sparked by the party. His drink sploshed in the red up, spilt over the rim and onto the cuff of his new jacket. He winced at the sticky and cold sensation.

At this point, he was willing to manifest you into appearing.

Jake reached the landing and felt Comeau call out to him. “Wanna drink with us?”

He shook his head and slightly pouted. “No, I don’t drink”.

Comeau frowned at him, “What do you mean you don’t drink?”

Jake offered a non-committed shrug and lightly waved his arm around.

“This is just iced coffee”.

His friend’s frown deepened. “What does that mean? I distinctively remember you being drunk-”

“Hey you know everyone, right?”, Jake swiftly brushed off the memory and swayed Comeau by the compliment. “You know this one girl with hair like this?”

His pout was replaced with a determined look and pulled out crumpled paper with a poorly sketched one-lined drawing of what appeared to be a face with no evident features or expressions. There was no possible way to understand the scribble immediately.

His friend rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know her. That’s Y/N-“

God was real. The universe loved him and perhaps this was good karma for all the okay things he had done in life. His friend continued to ramble trivia about you but it all flew over Jake’s head until he heard I heard she was going to be here tonight and it brought heat back into his veins. All it took were those mere words to become the catalyst of his insanity.

Jake dove into the crowd, and took in the sight of numerous strangers with unfamiliar hairstyles and smiles. He searched for your dyed hair in the crowd and despite unsteady breathing and shaking hands due to anticipation and nervousness, his gaze met your frame leaning on a wall. Hair pink instead of blue and you were alone holding a cup which served as a friend. You appeared bored out of your mind, glancing at the drunk bodies dancing around in bliss. Jake wondered asking you if you wanted a refill.

He slid on the dirty wallpapered wall and inch close to you. As he felt heat radiate off your body, he took it as a sign to halt. Though he tried to be subtle, his desperation to talk to you poured down his body in a giant tidal wave. Jake turned his honey eyes to your figure, it was party concealed under his locks that covered an eye. You stared right at him.

“Do you like pac man?”, the words stumbled out of his lips before he realised.

What? No-no, that’s not-

You gave him a slight nod then shifted your attention back to the crowd. Uncommitted but it did not discourage him.

He shuffled closer to you; the creases of his oversized jacket bumped into the bag strap on your shoulder. You didn't move away.

Jake cheered internally; this was going well.

Jake took it as a sign to continue. He puffed his chest out. “You know the original name for Pac-Man was Puck-Man. Not because he looks like a hockey puck. But it's Paku Paku. Means flap your mouth."

He planned on offering you a detailed history of the game, a topic that the pair of you apparently shared and enjoyed. That was before you placed your full untouched cup on a table and turned to him.

He hadn't realised you moved to look up at him.

"But they thought people would scratch out the "p" and turn it into an "f" like-"

Jake's voice died in his throat and his eyes blinked at the intensity of your gaze. You stared up at him with calm wisdom, hiding all the secrets in the world in your gaze.

He observed how there was a thin sheen of sweat on your hairline despite the cold season of decay. With so many bodies running, dancing and chatting away, the house was bound to get humid.

Jake could barely hear your voice over the thump thump of his heartbeat. The tips of your hair that clung onto the apples of your cheek moved when you spoke.

You took a step closer to him and whatever confidence he had evaporated. Jake fumbled with the end of his jacket and then promptly shoved his hands inside his pockets.

You did not look displeased at the sight, in fact, nothing changed in your eyes but Jake swore he saw a hint of a small smile. However, his fear and nerves got the best of him.

"I'm going to leave you alone forever now-"

"Wanna get out of here?"

Take 3

The sky was dark again. The winter nights crept up quickly, shunning the sun away but Jake liked it.

He liked how the night sky reminded him of you, the simple serene moments spent either in silence or secrecy.

You brought light into his life. It was dark elsewhere.

He saw a shadow of a figure dressed in several jackets a couple of feet away and only when he walked closer did he realise who it was.

"What are you doing here?", he called out to you, referring to the time.

You quirked up an unamused brow.

"Dude, I was waiting for you."

Immediately Jake felt apologetic. And maybe a bit pathetic that he came late (on time) to the hangout (unofficial official date). Or maybe he felt giddy knowing you didn't show your nervous attitude yet cared deeply enough for him to arrive on time.

"I'm sorry. I thought you assumed you were too cool to arrive on time", he confessed. It was easier with you.

He didn't have to lie about where he went like how he did whenever Sunghoon asked him about his whereabouts or skirt around in conversations where Sumin decided to target him (all for reasons that proved he deserved it).

He didn't need to pretend he was someone better, a moralistic ideal version of himself or someone worse, an edgy rockstar who had a strange code of rules to live by.

With you, Jake could be transparent. All his unpolished edges, raw mistakes and life missteps were seen and never judged.

You were like him and he was like you.

Maybe there was a reason he saw you in his dreams long before. Maybe the two of you were interconnected in a cosmic way. He didn't know.

You looked at him up and down before turning and beginning to walk near the middle of the park.

"Well, you were wrong".

Jake quickly walked beside you and fell into the same rhythm. "Do you wanna get a bite? Or watch a movie? We could get pizza before watching something. We could flip through the records I have at home".

You gently shook your head and Jake couldn't help but pout at your dismissal.

"What's wrong?" He asked, too impatient.

You sighed softly; air comes out in puffs of smoke.

You point at nearby empty swings. The chain was rustic and seems strong enough to carry two adults.

"Follow me", you whispered in the late night. There was no one around. The park was deserted, filled with snow to the brim. The swing seats squeaked when you brushed off the sleeping snow from them.

Jake sniffled, shoved his hands in his pockets once more. He didn't mind the silence until it stretched on for more than a minute, maybe...maybe it was less but Jake hated silence.

"This is nice", he shuffled and lightly kicked his feet off the ground. The metal shrieked and he swayed back and forth.

You nodded and mimicked his actions.

"This is nice".

Jake turned to look at you once more. He noticed how often he'd stare at you only to look away when you caught his gaze. There was something that had been on his mind for days. He tip toed towards the topic.

"So, why'd you come to Seoul?"

Immediately you look down at your shoes, then swing yourself higher than before.

"I wanted a change of scenery. Needed a reset and got a job here so I thought, why not?"

It was an honest reply.

The sound of gravel grabbed his attention, the metal squeaked again and you paused the pendulum to fish out an item from your pocket.

He had to squint in the minimal lighting and Jake had to hold in his surprise as you pulled out a cigarette and lit it easily.

A hand covered your lips and the tip of the cigarette, the small flame decorated the end of your nose and chin in a scarlet hue. Jake stared at you in awe, doe eyes widened.

"You smoke?", he couldn't help it. You did wonders at surprising him each time you met.

You inhaled it slowly and turned from Jake's direction to blow the air. Two fingers toyed with the cigarette.

"On special occasions". Your lips stretched a bit and Jake saw how the gloss shone under the moonlight. God, he was doomed from the start.

He didn't mind the bounce in his voice, he tiled his position and brought his swing next to yours until the metal chains halted him. The scent of slight smoke and your citrus perfume filled his senses.

It felt like he was on stage once more, guitar in his hands, flicking away at the strings with inhuman speed. He felt the high he experienced on stage; the surge of emotions that made him giddy. He tapped his foot unconsciously, imitating the vibrations the band would feel when Sumin hit her drums.

"Is this a special occasion?"

Your eyes hadn't stranded him and his lovesick expression finally pulled a laugh out of you. You were satisfied when you moved to Seoul, but the buds in your stomach began to blossom, Jake made you crave for more than satisfactory.

"I don't know. You tell me", you teased him and Jake's smile got wider. His eyes crinkled adorably and you could see the gums of his teeth with how wide he was smiling.

Then, for a split second, something flashed in his eyes, something serious. It paused your arm mid-way from bringing the cigarette to your lips.

Jake averted his gaze, his dark brown bangs covered his face from view, and you could only see the tip of his tall nose and his red ears. Perhaps from the cold, perhaps from you.

He took a deep breath.

"When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time."

When he finished, Jake turned to you and the poor swing squeaked once more. His face was determined, shoulders no longer hunched like usual but his eyes wavered, swam across your form to see a hint of disgust or discomfort from you.

You laughed in his face.

"Hey!", Jake shouted and it echoed in the night.

Loud laughter bubbled from your lips, you tried to hide your mouth behind your free hand but Jake quickly grabbed it so he could defend himself. Seeing how delighted you were, your entire body buzzing with giggles, Jake felt himself relax and giggle with you. Though he didn't let go of your arm.

He saw the fallen cigarette on the ground, you probably forgot about it when you began to chuckle. He leaned forward and stepped on it.

When he landed his attention on you, you were more composed but the shaking did not stop. It was a futile attempt at covering your glee, Jake was obsessed, he was probably feeling the L-word (love) as well but he wasn't sure.

Though he understood from all the times he couldn't concentrate in practice and Sunghoon or Jay would have to call his name loudly to pull him out of daydreams of you and back to reality, when Sumin stopped questioning his intentions with you and replaced her usual indifferent glares with mild fascination, Jake knew he felt something more than like for you. He felt like he was hypnotised by your melody, your casual demeanour, overflowing confidence and assured attitude. It sucked him in from the night he dreamt of you.

Jake's hand slithered down from the curve of your elbow and slipped into the warmth of your hand. Your laughter had finally ceased, now replaced with a tender look. Jake smiled like he had never done before. You interlocked your fingers together and squeezed him palm.

It would be okay, the future would be more than okay-probably. He'd still have to go to practice, get yelled at by his sister and then get yelled at other bands when Sunghoon irked them on purpose. Maybe he'd have to eventually confront your seven exes. Nothing about you was simple, everything was too intricate, it was like he had entered a game and had to win all rounds before getting crowned "official boyfriend".

But it was more than okay because Jake knew you were worth it-you liked him and he liked you. There were no mind games, this was the simplest love he had experienced. He couldn’t stop thinking of you and you couldn’t stop ringing his landline. By your side, Jake concluded that even if he wasn’t the strongest, he’d figure out a way and fight the world for you.

Thank you for reading. Please do not edit/translate

[j0kers-light]

what would j do if frost mac or neo had the hots for y/n (or all of them🤭). maybe they're smart enough and respect j enough to not say anything but j can just..... tell

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

Oh boy 😬 Joker's Loyal three having the hots for Y/n? Of course J would tell. Nothing gets past Joker. Let's break this down by person anon!!

Frost knows better. He's Joker's right hand man so the audacity, the betrayal? (If you're into poly, Joker x Frost x Y/n would work) BUT Chaos drives the Joker is too possessive to share boat. SO! How dare Frost overstep his boundaries? Does he want to die? I mean...

I think Joker would accept it more if Frost just thinks you're attractive (I mean J can't blame him. You are insanely gorgeous, no hard feelings) however if it develops into something i.e Frost actively flirting with you or touching you... oh yeah Joker has to step in and shut things down real quick.

Bromance or not, no one makes a move on his Light. Joker would likely order Frost on an out of town mission as punishment and don't think you're off the hook. Oh no no no no. Joker knows all about your "8/10 would smash" comment about Frost. Expect long nights on your knees sis. Yeah take that L.

By the time Frost does returns from his exile months long mission, "Y/n who?" and you singing the same tune "Frost who?" since your pussy is tired from the beating Joker gave it. A little soreness outweighs Joker murdering his right hand man. Moving right along.

Mac is smart so you would think he would know better? Nope. His pretty boy ego blinds him to the fact that you're J's girl and that Joker Does. Not. Share. All it took was a flirtatious joke and a wink sent your way and Mac's fate is sealed. Strike one.

The blond learns his place real quick in the form of denied access to key systems. Goons whisper as he walks pass. Things feel off at the hideout and his position is called into question. Did Mac really think Joker was gonna let him holler at his girl and touch his money? Boy.. Strike two.

Mac is on thin ice and unfortunately he's caught red handed asking you "what you're doing later." You deny accountability (every person for themselves 🤷🏾‍♀️) you and stand off to the side to ensure that Joker doesn't kill his bookkeeper. Mac might be smart but he dumb at the same time. A gunshot is tame compared to what Joker really wants to do to the blond. Its a warning and Mac keeps a distance from you and doesn't speak to you unless its important going forward.

The boy is traumatized. When Mac becomes romantic with Morgana, Joker backs off but if Mac tries some mess again, RIP to a real one.

Neo is definetely the least loyal out of the three and it shoooooows. Neo canonly flirted with Y/n so.... this is kinda a spoiler of what's to come.

The first time Neo met Y/n he was flirting (he got off with a warning at the time since no one knew your connection to Joker yet) but then he pulled that stunt at your dinner party. Yeah. Neo had the game messed up from day one. That fboy mentality of his is gonna get himself killed. Has anyone heard from him since?👀 Moving right along.

So as for what Joker would do after Neo makes a pass at you? *Murder on My Mind by YNW Melly plays in the background* Jk🥴

I will avoid spoilers here. Just know that Neo is currently knee deep in his redemption arc. His punishment fits the crime and is important to the plot considering he almost ruined it with his foolery in front of your parents. 😤

I hope this answered your question anon! It was fun to fill. 🖤✨

[itgirlgyu]

love's worth | kang taehyun.

ζ‧₊◜ kang taehyun x fem! reader.

.....ﾉGENRE : drabble! reincarnation! au, soulmate! au, heavy angst.

ヾ word彡count: 1110!

warnings!! - blood!!! taehyun's punches a mirror, there's scars on him ₍ ! ₎  this is part of a miniseries based on reincarnation! read the soobin one here!

is love ever worth it?

what is it other than a specious conundrum that overtakes your life—and provides nothing but aching burns that last over a few lifetimes. the scars of audacity burned into the souls of those who have dared to let the mindless feeling consume their entirety; submitting themselves willingly just for mere moments of sight of their lovers—merely moments, when in reality aeons fall short to sink in their lovers' features into every cell of their body.

what is it but an act of foolery?

taehyun certainly thinks so; bitter chuckles cascading from his honeysuckle lips, his hands in the shade of cherry blossoms; which he isn't able to discern. his falcon gaze scans across the most beautiful time of the year—well to most, but taehyun, it's nothing more than just another inadequate day; a tirade of debilitating minutes that refuses to fizzle away.

perhaps the exhaustion has caught up to taehyun, leaving nothing but a shell of what he once used to be; but ridiculously enough, with all the otiose emotions carved into his being, hurting him like barbed wires around the supple flesh of a human—digging in vehemently to remind him of his purpose.

the creator of all the skies, who created him: if he wanted to make taehyun so fragile, so frail, why must the great god put him through so much agony? did his misery—her misery mean nothing to their divinity?

why must taehyun still crave the things he has for years that he cannot simply count in fingers? when he cannot ever truly attain it. was it not enough? was all the days he has spent learning to love the greyness of his world not enough for his lord? why must he go through the repeating carnage once again—why must he let himself be coloured into her hues once more, only for it to be tainted with a scarlet shade of separation; death, and to awaken once again into this world, for another round of suffering.

to taehyun, it is worthless: love. he has been hurt enough times. he is exhausted, he wants to live. just exist, with no binding feelings of love, pulling him back to the acataleptic inescapable playground. thrashing him around, beating him mercilessly while dangling the price of love above his eyes. and taehyun? ceaselessly letting himself get deluded with the faux hope of finally possessing the one thing he is never destined to gaze his eyes upon, let alone his dirty fingers even daring to touch.

but how can he? when flashes of your radiance torment every bit of his monotonous existence. his silent world, painted in muted shades of black and white, you come to him each night into his dream, humming your tunes of yellow, and pinks and greens. you teach him greed, to want more. to keep going on, to touch your fingertips so he could experience the blessing of colours once more. idly allowing him to change his mind again and again, and awaken the thirst he had subdued years prior.

your face; taehyun aches to bathe in your golden aura, to immerse himself into the warmth and taste with his own mouth.

love is insane, it's immeasurable. how easily you waver the stone cold heart of taehyun's to the rhythms of waves. lifelong promises he had made to keep his sanity intact, in attempts to glimpse at your halo, he willingly submits at your feet.

the story had been written ages ago, ancient ink concluding the story, already marred with the similar shade of mirth, and salacity.

you're bound to find taehyun each life. no amount of seas, nor mountains clouding your vision, and he's meant to love you, again and again, each time with the same promise of a happier ending.

they say love is able to move boulders untouchable by the tenuous hands of mortals, so what difference would make taehyun's brittle heart?

taehyun's head rings, reminding him of the impending change that he is about to experience, he is unbothered. fury coursing through his veins as he stares at himself in the mirror. the guilt of wanting to witness all of the colour, his lover once again, the want—the unbearable want. to touch her, to love her, even for a while, eats away into him. he curses himself for being so weak, for making the same mistakes again, and again.

taehyun's fist comes in contact with the frail glass of his mirror, the shattered debris falling everywhere as he hopes for the pain to mask the insatiable desire to succumb to love—it disgusts him when he wishes to view the shade of the fluid that drips from his knuckles. the vile longing already smearing all over his chest, before he could even stop himself.

with each hesitant step taehyun takes, he notices the world around him embracing the nature of a kaleidoscope. he remembered colours—albeit not that strikingly, but the faint saturation lights his senses on fire and, he wishes to burn in it. there's a fluttering tinge of excitement and shame inside of him, and he is at the crossroads with the guillotine hanging above him like a pendulum.

there's not much time, before he meets you, and he can finally quench his curiosity as his eyes take in the wistful colour of crimson on his knuckles, seeping from the ivory of the bandages.

the guilt builds up like bile in taehyun's throat, threatening to spew at any moment when he notices the tears falling from his eyes to his hand, before someone else's dainty fingers ghost over his injury, and then to the scars that spread over his hands like stars scattered in a night of a holy reunion.

taehyun's doesn't need to look up to gather who had appeared before him—whose hands hover on top of his hands with childlike manner—touching each scar that tells the story of every lifetime they have fallen in love, with a futile attempt to heal him even if the cuts has already sunken deep enough in his bones.

the tears don't stop falling from taehyun's eyes. how was he supposed to deny this love? how was he supposed to deny you?

"i am sorry," your broken gasp is what crumbles his vain attempt to appear strong.

if this is the price of love, he's ready to pay it. time and time again.

love is worth it. it's every maddening decision, each and every scar. it's worth every second of torment—even if it's unending, that one saccharine moment of reunion, is worth it.

©ITGIRLGYU 2023—feedbacks are highly appreciated!!!

PERM' TAGLIST: @impureperhaps @full-sunnies @gyuletters @banggyu0308

[loveelypsyche]

if anyone had ever told me that I'd never be able to smile or even feel slightly happy while reading Your Throne i would've NEVER clicked on that devilish webtoon. My worst fears finally became a reality I'm losing my mind...WHY??? Im literally shaking Medea really is going to become empress on such terms like i knew this was gonna happen but i held on to hope😍 I'd honestly feel happier if Eros just executes both of them and ends this foolery but he has to be in love with Medea or smth right😍😍...WHY IS HE LENTIENT?? WHY IS THIS MAN BLUSHING AND AGREEING TO MAKE HER HIS EMPRESS WHAT??? KILL HER SHE BETRAYED YOU HELLO??? I DONT WANT TO WITNESS MEDEA MARRIED TO THAT MAN AND GIVING UP HER LIFE WHY IS HE WINNING??? WHY IS HE ALWAYS WINNING??? I NEED BIGGER CAPITAL LETTERS IM GOING INSANE.

And I understand that marrying him is probably a far worse punishment than death but please I can't accept this fate, WHAT IS EVEN GONNA HAPPEN TO PSYCHE SHES STILL IN THE DUNGEON DID THEY FORGET ABT HER OR WHAT???

From both Medea's and Psyche's perspective I'd honestly feel so embarrassed if I had such a supernatural power as changing bodies and still lost, got caught and will have to continue seeing Eros' face for the rest of my life knowing he totally figured out our plans and he probably giggles abt it before going to sleep😹😹😹

[llanekee]

a hundred poems by Lane Key

In order of release from April:

Matching Scars of Ours

On Sailing (Sinking)

Trying to Break what is Broken

Supposed

Dying at the Beach

The Impure Lovers May

Visibility On and On

Meticulous Melodies

Rich Rich and Richer

The Royals

Wound

Hey Poet (Disguised Foolery)

Simplicity

My Current Living State

Shut Up

Emotional Platter

Love

All the Dead are Alive

Hate the Sin (Not the Sinner) June

Somewhere in the Afterglow

A Phoenix's War

Liar

Old Playground Love

Soul

Fifty States

In Parting

My Letter to a Friend

Irony Tastes Bitter

Storybook Advice

World Shattering

Unhappy

To Take Us Where

Hypocrite

The Candle July

Nothing Everything Anything

Said

One for the Archives

Scribbling

The Sickness of Love

Indecision

Long Road

Body and Mind

As the World (I'm Earth)

Except

My Insane Love of Yellow

Aftermath of the Break

Plaintively

I'm Fine

Give a Damn

Romanticization (of the Sun and Sorrows)

Morning

Besmirched Innocence

The Apocalypse

What's to Come

Who Are You

Sycophantic Tyrants

On Being Alive

Incompleteness

Care to Control August

Right Time Wrong Person (Withdrawal)

Passing Politically

The Ruins of a Treehouse

Cannot Save Me

Revival

Artists and their Legacies

Scents

Can you Hold my Hand

Letter from an Ex Friend

Actors or Over

Two Hands

Metal Plates and High Winds

Hand on your Cavities

Little Boys (Consent)

Sunday Night

Cleansed

Cuffed Hearts

The Ghost of Me

I Hate Math

We Die

School For Fools

Hand in Hand

Not The End (You Know)

Darkness

Always Been

It Gets Better (Who You Are)

Switching Schools as Kids Do

Amnesia Arrows

My Choice

Purpose

How Sick Really Looks September

Lost the Spirit

Lovely is my Lady

Do It Different

Not the One

Sinking Ground in Polluted Waters

Golden Medallions (Silver Ones)

Controversial

Little of That and This (Existing Contradictorily)

Please Don't Go

Fully Retired

[spannardnation]

i swear i do not purposely try and type out a whole fucking novel of insane mad man incomprehensible ramblings in ur notes…. I TRY TO KEEP IT SHORT BUT THE VOICES SPEAK TO ME AT THE WORST TIMESSS

but it is partially ur fault for indulging my tom foolery the most here……………./lh

me though

i started that post expecting it to be 3 sentences and when i finished i was like .... oh babes uv gone and written a dissertation again gfhdjgkdf

[lanceappreciationblog]

hi siblings dynamic anon! it is i, snail, AND I WANTED TO SAY I AGREE SO MUCH your dynamics and scenarios are so real. and i appreciate the kindness and consideration to the addition of Solana to the mix of it all. it JUST makes sense to me!

also adding some more sibling foolery to the mix that i can think of right now:

• Lance being the older brother to two girls, i can only imagine Clair and Solana put him through the ringer with forcing him to tea parties, putting dresses on him when they were little, and makeup. delightful little bonus if little Clair throws a fit if he shows up to one of her tea parties with all her plushies and “embarrasses her in front of them” because he is “very ugly and needs makeup” (she’s probably like 8 years old in this scenario) and lance is very hurt by this notion. anyways stealing moms makeup to make older brother look “beautiful” (like an actual clown) so he’s presentable to the plushie tea party. Lance never forgot any of these instances EVER.

• Lance teaching Clair and Solana to swim was probably an interesting ordeal to say the least

• if the ‘little ones’ need to just be taken out for a moment, teenage lance wearing Solana on a papoose and Clair is on a harness and he looks exhausted and he hasn’t experienced adulthood yet. they drive him insane (he loves them)

• when or if she ever visits, Solana isn’t actually that fond of Lance’s dragons, or any dragons for that matter. she just kind of doesn’t want to be near them even if they are well trained. so in the most classy way imaginable, he tries to show her they really are harmless outside of battle with nothing better than letting his Hydreigon play with her (she doesn’t like it)

• this last one is going to definitely expose me on who i am but oh well! when Clair and Solana were little they would just walk up and put things in Lance’s ear piercings, like pens and stuff just because it was funny and would amuse them endlessly. now as adults Clair has probably left a padlock on his ear or something like that

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YEAHH more Lance and Clair antics. Thank you anon, these are all so real!!! 😭

Agh, you guys are making me want to draw Lance and Clair again...

[i3utterflyeffect]

Mango probably wouldn't tell victim they recognize him, but they would tell the cg what's happening.

oh absolutely. king is just like 'is this a fucking nightmare. why am i being subjected to this. why am i condemned to suffer'

also i can't help but imagine his reaction when THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE SHOWS UP and FUCKING. just goes 'okay let's rescue alan.' like. SURE I FUCKING GUESS. EVEN A CYBERCRIMINAL THINKS THIS IS OBJECTIONABLE. THAT'S FINE THIS ISN'T A FEVER DREAM AT ALL!

[horrorland-guest-diservices]

This is Inspector Cranium - Can you please keep Dr. Maniac 50 ft away from me? Or I will have a restriction order against his tom-foolery. That doctor has been driving me insane and his existence gave me a migraine.

We'll see what we can do about that, giving you a migraine is our job after all! But keep in mind that Dr. Maniac is one of our V.I.V.s, so we literally cannot say no to him. If he wants a closet made of marshmallows, he'll get it! And if he wants to terrorize you, who are we to deny him?

Have a good one, Inspector! We'll be thinking of you! (Although I'm sure you already knew that)

[monachopsissssss]

然后我看到他妈的Punzo在上面

[consistantly-changing]

[Image descriptions in order: a twitter thread by @magi_jay "Magdi Jacobs" which says "I feel this so keenly. Hillary Clinton would have won if we had not been so internally divided & weak. Trump didn't win b/c of the power of his ideas in the electorate. He won b/c his opposition was weak. B/c his opposition could not say: "YES. This Person. 100% this person."

"Biden is staying in. He has said so. His administration is leading the world economically & environmentally. We are, for the first time in my lifetime, the most Climate-Forward world power. There is no reason to doubt him. And if he's in, he's in.

"Think about the debate. Biden was fine. He stuttered and & into isolation for 12 days, then lied some more. Then look at what Biden has achieved and is achieving. The polls have barely moved. Stick by your guy. Act like a winner

"Trump & Trumpism are deeply unpopular with the American public. They are only strong as long as you make them, with your public masturbation regarding your "ideals" & your torment. You are a participant in Trumpism right now. A participant in the doom before fascism.]

["And to all of you who are saying Harris can confront this better: you are fools & are advocating for foolery. You are arguing for a shake-up that is not necessary. After you spent years denigrating this excellent VP for no reason at all. This is deeply fucking stupid behavior.

"You think Trump "won" the debate through his appearance of strength; because he lied without effort. Meanwhile you are tearing down our nominee b/c he stumbled at times, while telling the truth. You think there is perfect dial to turn to win this election. There's not one.

"You think Trump won the debate. You do. And you think it's because he looked strong. Then you go and act like the greatest group of bambies we've ever seen. Trump is only winning because he acts like a winner. If you think he's so fucking powerful, maybe start acting like him.]

["Everyone has to stop acting so fucking stupid. Everyone has to stop playing this fucking game. I am going to log off and I am going to go touch grass and when I log back in again I hope to see Democrats doing something other than pissing all over our own god damned dicks.

"The last time the Republican party won a national election with the popular vote was 20 fucking years ago. Republican ideology has never been so insane. This election is winnable until it's done. So start fucking acting like you fucking think you can fucking win it."

/End thread.]

[j0kers-light]

okay so theres a new series on Netflix called ‘one piece’ and theres a guy that really reminds me of the joker. His name is buggy or something idc. BUTTT i thought i just had a thing for the joker, turns out i have a thing for clowns in general. Now here is the question, should i get therapy?

lmao i know this doesn’t rlly link with HL but everyone looks at me like I’m insane when i talk about my obsession over the joker. it getting hard out here😅😞

🤣 Sweetheart honey darling!

I’m a weeb. I been with Oda since the beginning! From the Grand Line now we in the Egghead Arc. The live action is new.. but Oda been pushing 🔥 since 1997.

I’m sorry I’m a huge manga reader and I’m very passionate about OP. It’s my blood type. 🤣

WHO SHAMING YOU?! Who?! I just wanna talk. 👀🔪

I done never heard of such foolery.

But lemme stop you real quick. 😬😬😬😬😬😬😬😬

Buggy the Clown is trash. He’s a terrible pirate and I honestly don’t know how he has such ridiculous luck to secure the position he’s in. His character growth is insane. His Devil fruit is OD but he don’t use it to its potential yet he’s a SPOILER! 🫢 sorry.

But then we get to Impel Down and we see Buggy with the good hair?? And he redeemed himself as a character mid arc?

Like? Daddy? Is that you?

My emotions were all over the place during that arc (and rightfully so) but I had time to be a whore. Impel Down Buggy is the best Buggy, I don’t make the rules. Ask Twitter. Or X.. whatever it’s calling itself these days.

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION.

I guess we both need therapy? And a few million other people. 💅🏾

Joker and Buggy can get 👏🏾it 👏🏾 any day of the week. I am not ashamed and neither should you. Here’s some of my fav fanart so we can be sluts together.

Credit the rest have watermark signatures I think.

God I love One Piece. I gotta read the latest chapter.