#Frank Sinatra and his hat

[missellafitz]

Ella and Frank photo dump

[smoqueen]

his frank sinatra hat

[diamondjester]

Got back into V3 for a while and it resurfaced some feelings i had for this guy! Enjoy those under the cut :]

Ive got a lot of thoughts about his canon portrayal and imagery and its like 80% bad lmao, so i decided to give a redesign a try! It really sucks making a very compelling and interesting antagonist only to fumble it at the end (and beginning, given the aforementioned imagery). I wanted to give him a bit more personality in his outfit while still keeping his “truthful, colorful” side subtle and hidden behind his mainly monochrome look. Speaking of; i really do like his mainly white outfit so i wanted to keep it mostly in place! But with a bit of color added to stop it from being too much of an eyesore. The hat was an obvious removal, but the goggles were the amazing idea of my dear friend @gontagokuhara ! There are aspects of his design meant to throw off the others to what his true talent is (i.e., racing gloves, goggles, some type of parachute straps for his pants), but i did want to include his new talent: Chess Player! Kokichi pretty consistently plays the game one step ahead and always strategizing, and never really does any kind of leading, so Chess Player just makes more sense to me (and has no freak shit attached). I know the V3 cast dont actually have ages mentioned in game, but ive decided theyre all in the 19-20 range (maybe one of them 21?) to closer line up to the other casts’ ages. Kokichi also reads to me as someone from the country-ish side who is desperate to claw his way to attention, so his designated song is “That’s Life” by Frank Sinatra, which i listened to on loop for the majority of this redesign lmao! Ive got plenty more to say about him and the choices in this redesign, but ill cut it off with one more fun fact: if i were to do a redesign of the rest of the cast, kokichi would be the only one not making eye contact with the viewer! As a nod to his excruciating paranoia and inability to reach out :]

[miaountainmama]

silent

characters: tecchou, gn!reader contains: suicide mention but things turn out alright for both of you

wc: 1261

a/n: inspired by radiohead's exit music (for a film) and that one time during lockdown when i got really depressed and realized i understood why people kill themselves. was going through it

If there was one thing you did and did well, it was sing.

Tecchou was used to it by now— coming home at night to hear you blasting your favorites and singing along, whether it was to oldies like Frank Sinatra or some random ass TikTok sound you couldn’t get out of your head.

But the house had been worryingly silent as of recently, and Tecchou was starting to take notice.

He could sense the change in you, ever since you told him the meds weren’t quite working yet. You were singing less and less, and when you did sing along to something, it was something worryingly depressing, something with lyrics that scared the living shit out of him. He tried to ignore it, he really did. He told himself you were just venting your frustrations, that it was just words someone else had written down. Still, he could hear the melody replaying over and over again in his head, your haunting voice sending chills down his spine. If this is what your voice held in store for him, he didn’t want to hear it.

He didn’t want to hear you talk about killing yourself ever again, even in song.

There was a chill in the air tonight, and, while Tecchou normally welcomed the colder air, this time it bit to the bone. It was an unnatural kind of cold, the same kind of cold that reached into the night and froze anything, the same kind that ushered the living indiscriminately down the Styx. His footsteps quickened against the freezing concrete sidewalk— he would be glad to escape the bleak conditions. He turned the corner and welcomed the sight of the familiar house up the way, already eager to see you again.

He got about halfway up the driveway before he realized the lights weren’t on.

This wasn’t entirely uncommon. A lot of times you fell asleep early, or you just felt like chilling in the dark when you were alone. Today? It felt like a premonition. As excited as he was to get home, he now suddenly felt very, very hesitant to open the door.

He lingered for a little while longer on the doorstep, heart beating out of his chest for reasons he couldn’t quite discern. Perhaps he was overreacting. It was just the lights… this was normal, right?

Right.

He inserted the key into the lock and twisted, almost wincing as the creak of the door cut into the quiet air.

“…My love?” he called into the stillness, faltering as he stepped through the threshold and heard no response. You were always home at this hour, so why?

Tecchou moved further into the house, flipping the lights on and setting his hat down on the kitchen counter. He called out again, the festering dread in his stomach churning. No response. Maybe you were in the bedroom…?

As he approached the room, the first signs of life hit his ears— the sound of music! The dread began to fade, though he frowned in distaste as he realized what song was playing. It was the end of that accursed song you were always listening to about suicide. He sighed minutely, reaching out to enter the room so he could kiss you better and tell you to change the music.

The door swung inward, catching on an empty bottle of pills that spun and rolled away upon impact. The song, finally ended, began to replay, having been set on loop.

It took a second for Tecchou to realize exactly what that could mean. The moment it hit him, he immediately tore his widened eyes from the pill bottle, panic clawing through his veins, and strode in two strong steps towards the side of the bed, where your figure lay covered in blankets, tearing them aside and revealing where you lay curled in a ball, eyes closed.

Your eyes sprung open as the warmth was torn from you, cursing under your breath as you turned away from the wall to face Tecchou.

“What the hell—“ you began, ready to hiss at your boyfriend for interrupting your brooding, before you took in the expression on his face. 

For the first time ever since you had met him, Tecchou looked terrified.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, and you blinked at him stupidly for a moment, wondering what on earth had him so worked up. Then, he was on you, hands cupping your face, turning your wrists up towards him, checking every inch of you despite your sputtered protests, and you connected the dots. The empty pill bottle you had knocked over earlier and were too lazy to pick up. The depressing music. Your lack of response and limp body.

God, your boyfriend had thought you tried to kill yourself.

“Tecchou,” you managed, suddenly feeling extraordinarily guilty, and the feeling only increased as he looked up at you with worried amber eyes. “I’m fine. I just ran out of meds today. I need to pick new ones up tomorrow.”

He stared at you for a moment, you staring back, before he let out a shaky breath, scooping you up into his arms. You didn’t fight it, clinging tightly to him back, and you muttered out apologies, trying to soothe his anxieties.

“I… thought you had…” Tecchou spoke, and you shook your head from where it was buried in the crook of his neck. You vaguely took in the fact that his hands were slightly shaking around you.

“‘m sorry, Tecchou… I was just… really going through it today,” you managed meekly, one hand going up to thread through his hair. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He didn’t answer for a long while, just holding you, and you listened to his breath finally stabilize. You toyed with the ends of his locks as you waited for his hands to stop shaking, pressing a kiss to his jaw to reassure him further. Somewhere down the line the depressing song you had been listening to looped for the umpteenth time and you hastily turned it off, electing to sit with him in silence and not worry him further.

Eventually, he pulled back from you, an unusually serious glimmer in his eyes as he looked into yours. 

“Promise me,” he said suddenly, and you shifted a little as the words sunk in, looking away. Promises were hard to keep in times like these.

“Promise me you’ll keep trying,” he modified his words, and you slowly nodded through your hesitation. This… this was something you could do.

“Okay,” you breathed, hands moving back to sit in your lap, where you fidgeted with them quietly. “I promise.” You reached up then, holding your hand out to him, and extended your pinky towards him. He looked down at it quizzically before glancing back up at you, and the most minute of smiles graced your features.

“I pinky swear,” you said solemnly, and he stared for a second before smiling slightly back, interlocking his finger with yours.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he warned, and you pulled him close again, resting in his arms with a newfound sense of satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head in response, and you smiled a real, genuine smile, the first in what felt like days.

“Of course,” you replied, and nestled closer to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and you laid your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat by your ear. You would do it. You would overcome this.

If not for you, then for him.

[crappymixtape]

crappymixtape's holiday celebration

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ . A V E R Y M E R R Y M I X T A P E . ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

you've arrived on tumblr today to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you – all golds and reds and greens with a glittery bow on top – and when you open it up you find a mixtape. the writing on top loops and scrawls across the label, stickers of snoopy in a santa hat covering some of the letters, and when you pop it into the player you hear your favorite songs come to life.

it sounds like sitting by the fire with warm cup of hot cocoa, steve in the kitchen singing along with burl ives, silver and gold decorations, on every christmas tree – it sounds like eddie settled in next to you on the sofa, pressing kisses to your forehead and whispering in your ear, merry christmas, baby.

this is for you, my loves! a little celebration for us and our boys and this wonderful time of year. i'll be posting once a week – on fridays – throughout all of december with requests i've gotten and a few of my own ideas. you can find the playlist below!

THE PLAYLIST ( fic release dates noted below )

GOLD & GLITTER // 12.2 with steve for @superblysubpar 🎶 the nutcracker suite, tchaikovsky steve goes to the nutcracker ballet downtown every year, even has his own balcony seats – this year he brings you along as his date, but somehow you both miss the entire second act ( rich!steve harrington x reader • smut with a sprinkle of fluff ) BABY, ITS COLD OUTSIDE // 12.9 with steve for @sattlersquarry 🎶 baby it's cold outside, frank sinatra & dorothy kirsten it's been snowing all day, enough to snap the power lines and make the lights go out, and when steve comes over to build you a fire you can't think of a more perfect time to exchange gifts ( steve harrington x reader • pure fluff ) I WANT YOU THE MOST // 12.16 with steve for @palmtreesx3 🎶 rockin’ around the christmas tree, brenda lee steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? ( established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader ) HOME TO ME // 12.23 with eddie from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas time ( don't let the bells end ), the darkness eddie has to work on christmas eve, so you climb into his bed and fall asleep, waiting for him until he gets home christmas morning to give him his present ( eddie munson x reader • fluff, smut, est. relationship ) CHRISTMAS MAKES ME CRY // 12.30 with steve from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas, leona naess you go home with steve over christmas to finally meet his family and when it doesn't go as planned he feels like he's ruined everything, but you're there for him when he needs it most ( modern!steve harrington x reader • angst, hurt / comfort a little fluff, est. relationship )

LOVES FOR MY FAVORITE WRITERS you babes mean THE WORLD to me, oh my god, thank you so much for being here and for nerding out about this shit as much as i do! omg and for the enabling LOL. go follow all of these handles right now! ( and if i forgot anyone, i'm sorry ily too! )

☀ @inkluvs ☀ @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat ☀ @carolmunson ☀ @abibliophobiaa ☀ @dukesmebby ☀ @finalgirleddiemunson ☀ @curseofaphrodite ☀ @softharrington ☀ @starrystevie ☀ @acourtofsnakes ☀ @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ☀ @a-dealwith-god ☀ @keeryshousee ☀ @lofaewrites ☀ @wroteclassicaly ☀ @katyswrites ☀ @schoopsahoy ☀ @andvys ☀ @chestylarouxx ☀ @supernovafics ☀ @superblysubpar ☀ @sswwmmpptthhnngg ☀ @harrywavycurly ☀ @thyme-in-a-bubble ☀ @lovebugism ☀ @sailor-steve-blog ☀ @sattlersquarry ☀ @plainemmanem ☀ @skullrock ☀

@curiositydooropened ☀ @luveline ☀ @stvharrngton ☀ @loveshotzz ☀ @forever-rogue ☀ @forevermoreharrington ☀ @livingintheupsidedown ☀ @annab-nana ☀ @familyvideostevie ☀ @theemporium ☀ @1986harrington ☀ @lucasnclair ☀ @roanniom ☀ @upsidedownwithsteve ☀ @stevebabey ☀ @starryeyedstories ☀ @kimmyiewrites ☀ @softharrington ☀ @hollandweather ☀ @palmtreesx3 ☀ @stevesbabysittingservice ☀ @princessdave ☀ @sweetsweetjellybean ☀ @fettuccin-e ☀ @usedtobecooler ☀ @aloneinthehellfire ☀ @poguemunson ☀ @myobmaya ☀ @reputationmunson ☀ @sincerelyyoursg ☀ @harringtons-cupid ☀ @spinmewriteround

AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE i absolutely cannot believe it's almost been a year since i've come back to this place and i have loved every single moment of it. making friends ( ily moots! ) seeing new faces ( nonnies you're my fav! ) and putting words to all of these characters we love so much. so just thank you, for everything, you're wonderful and i'm so glad you're here with me ♥️

✨ divider love to @saradika

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

thor as your s/o headcanons!!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 560

request: yes / no

original request: heyy! idk if you write abt thor, but if you’re willing would you be able to do just some generic headcanons about being his s/o <3

dynamic: thor odinson x reader

characters: reader, thor odinson

a/n: thank you for this request!! i love thor sm omg <33 hopefully it's good-- i haven't done s/o headcanons in a while lol :D in general news, requests are still open, just send in an ask!

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

(fill out this form if you'd like to be on my taglist!!)

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thor is the sweetest ever

and when i say ever i mean EVER

i’d say he would be the type to make you breakfast every morning

like very stereotypical movie rom-com romantic

he’s always really enthusiastic

thor is totally willing to try anything like any time you go on a date you do something different

once you went rock climbing

idk why that’s just what i thought of HAH

he didn’t really like it though because the rocks were all “too small and too slippery”

so he just sat on the side the rest of the time to cheer you on

OO AND ONCE YOU WENT BOWLING

and well…

thor doesn’t always know his own strength

so he chucks the ball super easily

and sometimes it’ll go in other people’s lanes

but usually they don’t mind because it’s a strike anyway

he also insists on playing with the bumpers up 

i feel like he would bring you home anything that looks interesting

and he always wraps the things up in wrapping paper

and y’all

that man fr can wrap a gift

they always look immaculate

here’s how it goes

so you’ll come home and he’ll already be at the door

and he always has this little smile

this like mischievous yet pure smile

and a sparkle in his eye

when i say sparkle i mean like a sparkle fr he’s adorable

anyways he’ll always have his hands behind his back

and he’ll say 

“ close your eyes and hold out your hands!! “

and you’ll just grin bc you know what’s coming ofc

but once you open it the thing could be anything from a cake to a lampshade

yes you read that right

a lampshade

he just thought it looked pretty !!!!!

and so it reminded him of you :) 

awwwwwwwww

omg thor is a blanket hog

that’s just facts

like you’ll be on the couch watching something & you’ll feel the blanket start to move slightly

and then more

and then more

and you’ll say something 

AND HE LITERALLY PRETENDS TO BE ASLEEP 

so you just let him have it

he also calls you a lot

like a lot a lot

he leaves messages

just to tell you little things

“ hey, y/n!! look outside!! there’s a rainbow!! goodbye!!”

“ hello y/n. there’s a big threat to the universe right now so i will be home late for dinner. i am so sorry! goodbye!!”

“ y/n!!! it’s me, thor! i think we should consider getting a young dog. i believe it would be fun!! goodbye!!”

i also think he would discover emojis later than everyone else

and so he thinks they’re really cool

ummmm he also buys you a lot of matching stuff

like keychains & hats & shirts

it’s so cute

OH 

i also think he likes to sing to you

guys ik it’s cheesy BUT 

he actually has a really nice voice.

he really likes frank sinatra & ella fitzgerald & that era of music

but also the man can whip out some mean rihanna if he wants to!!

like i said before he’s just the sweetest

ok last thing

yk when it’s dark & you have clothes in the corner of your room and you think it’s a monster

he thinks that a lot

like he’ll just yell in the middle of the night

& he makes you investigate it LMAO

IDK HE’S JUST THE BEST

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[secret-sageent]

here tumblr. have some fruk that I haven’t posted on my ao3 yet cuz I am still trying to decide if it is a good or not

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It was late evening when Arthur returned from work; the sun was dipping low over the distant hills, casting a warm glow over the world and allowing the sky to bleed into the colours of twilight. The air was just beginning to warm, promising summer just around the corner, and Arthur hesitated briefly on the doorstep of his home, closing his eyes as a soft breeze kissed his cheeks. Beyond the closed front door a sound caught his attention, music and a warm low voice singing in tune.

Arthur stepped inside and found Francis reclining in an arm chair in the living room, eyes closed. His record player sat open on the side table, vynil spinning slowly and emitting soft music. As Arthur closed the door behind him and as Francis slowly opened his eyes the song switched to gentle piano, and then Frank Sinatra began to sing about the pale moon and the nearness of you. Arthur scrunched up his nose, hangning his coat and hat on the rack by the front door.

“Sinatra? Really, Francis? That man was a complete douchebag,” he said.

Francis smiled, getting up and crossing the room to kiss Arthur gently in greeting, “Ah, cher, an artist being less than admirable is no reason hate their art. Or else you would not be able to read those Harry Potter books you so enjoy.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, accepting another soft kiss on the cheek, but found he didn’t really have a good argument for that. Francis, blessedly, took his win with merely a knowing smile and interlaced their fingers, drawing Arthur further into the room. Arthur raised an eyebrow as Francis’ hands settled into his waist and his partner guided them into a gentle waltz.

Francis smiled in response to his look, “He may have been an unsavoury character, but his music is good, non?”

“I suppose,” Arthur conceded reluctantly.

As they waltzed slowly around the room, Arthur could feel himself relaxing from his day at work. He let his head drop onto Francis’ shoulder, arms around his neck, and Francis responded by turning his face into Arthur’s cheek, placing soft kisses there.

“When your in my arms,” Francis sang into Arthur’s ear, voice low, “And I feel you so close to me, all my wildest dreams come true.”

Arthur smiled, cheeks flushing slightly, and he must have been feeling especially indulgent because he found himself continuing the verse, “I need no soft lights to enchant me if you’ll only grant me the right to hold you ever so tight, and to feel in the night…”

He pulled back, cradling Francis’s cheeks in his hands and whispering she last line against his lips, “The nearness of you.”

Francis’s eyes were half closed, looking lovestruck as Arthur pulled away and Arthur laughed, kissing him again. The song finished and they fell still, but neither made a move to pull away from the other. Francis brought a hand to Arthur’s jaw, rubbing his cheek with his thumb, looking for all the world like Arthur had hung the moon. Arthur blushed under his scrutiny, unable to meet the soft look in his eyes.

“You are an incurable sap, Francis,” he said.

“Incurable? Or without any desire to be cured?” Francis smiled.

Arthur rolled his eyes at that, stepping out of his arms and smacking his arm lightly, “Sap.”

Francis laughed, catching Arthur’s wrist before he could get too far away. Arthur drew a sharp breath in surprise as he was spun and dipped over Francis’ knee in time with the music.

“Francis!” He exclaimed, smacking Francis’ arm with his fist again, slightly harder than before, “You dolt!”

Francis kissed him, holding the back of Arthur’s neck with one hand before righting him. He pulled the man close, voice quiet, “I love you.”

Arthur hesitated, then sighed to hide how giddy those words made him feel. He pecked Francis’ lips with a quick kiss, “I love you too. Now, let me go? I am sick of being in this suit.”

Francis released him with a soft, “Ah but you look so delicious in that suit, cher.”

“And I am uncomfortable,” Arthur said, “I’m going to shower.”

“Care for company?” Francis smirked.

Arthur sighed, turning back to give him one more kiss, “Maybe later. I am exhausted, honestly.”

Francis hummed in understanding, “You take a shower and change and I will make dinner. Okay?”

“Sounds perfect,” Arthur replied, smiling.

Francis smiled back, and then, heart feeling impossibly light, he headed to the kitchen.

[skye707]

What are the different riddlers taste in music, and what would they do if their favourite song played at a social event?

Oh geez, I love this one. You went and did it now. Now, y’all get to have samples from my Riddler playlists >:)

Unburied

Super Bass - Nicki Minaj

The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani

Umbrella - Rihanna

If one of these songs come on, he’ll look over at whoever he’s with, give a big grin, and start doing a little shimmy. He’s not all out dancing, but anyone who’s watching can see that he’s really into it.

ZY

Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind

Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) - Looking Glass

London Bridge - Fergie

“Oh, I love this song!!!” Proceeds to turn the volume up to an eleven. He’s singing along poorly and showing off that he knows every single word.

Dano

Dangerous - Big Data, Joywave

Revolt - Muse

Undone-The Sweater Song - Weezer

Moment of surprise, then his little cheeks shoot up into a lil smile. He’s bouncing up and down, not dancing and the bouncing is almost imperceptible, but he’s enjoying these three or so minutes of joy.

YJ

It’s Gonna Be Me - *NSYNC

I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys

Just The Girl - The Click Five

If he was at home, he’d be absolutely getting down. Dancing, singing, grabbing a hairbrush for a mic. However, if he is not at home, his face will go a little red as he looks around at his present company. “Oh, heh, you know this song? Me too! Wow, yeah, it’s, uh, pretty cool, right?”

Gotham

I’d Rather Go Blind - Etta James

Rock Me Amadeus - Falco

Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin

If one of these songs plays in public, he’s surprised at first. Wow, this DJ has great taste, unlike most people! If society calls for it, he’ll break out his lanky dance moves. He’s actually a pretty good dancer, believe it or not.

BTAA

Brujeria - El Gran Combo de Puerto Rico

He’s the Greatest Dancer - Sister Sledge

I'm Gonna Live Till I Die - Frank Sinatra

Oh, he’s dancing. No questions asked. This dude will get down at the drop of a hat. It would be extremely embarrassing if he wasn’t such an outstanding dancer. Like wow.

Arkham

Hungry Like The Wolf - Duran Duran

Hyperactive! - Thomas Dolby

Invincible - Pat Benatar

To the untrained eye, it would seem that he had no reaction to hearing his favorite music in public. But if you look very carefully and don’t make a scene about it, you’ll be able to observe as one eyebrow shots up, a smirk appears on his face, and he closes his eyes in adoration of this moment.

BTAS

Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel

I Melt with You - Modern English

Maniac - Michael Sembello

Okay, so I imagine his choice of music for dancing I something you’d find in a ballroom. But if any of these songs come on in public, he’s tapping his toes and snapping his fingers. Maybe a little hop, skip, or a jump if he’s moving around.

Telltale

You Can’t Always Get What You Want - The Rolling Stones

Can’t Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

Move Over - Janis Joplin

What kind of music does Puzzle Grandpa like? Old music. Good old music. Legendary old music. Songs that echo through the halls of time. Songs that remind him of the spontaneity of his youth. He’s not gonna dance, but that’s only because he’s too lost in the memory. Years ago, what feels like another lifetime, he would have busted a move with the best of them.

[delurkr]

Anne and James and sibling OCs in 1948

1948 being the year Anne and James married. Penelope is Anne's sister, and everybody else is James's family.

Cropped sections are further down. There's some connections from @108garys 's Super Massive Family Tree that play into everything (here's their portrait of older Penelope), and I'll leave it to them if they want to refresh everybody on the details. (Edit: 108garys gave lore in the notes). Some of the OCs have more lore than others, but I'm not getting into it here or doing deep dives about personalities and all that, so I just stuck together very non-deep little likes/dislikes/favorite activities lists for everyone. But first some notes on the art:

I went for a balance between dressy and casual, so most of these wouldn't be everyday outfits but none of them are formal either.

Nobody has naturally curly hair. Shirley has a perm, and Anne and Penelope use only curlers. (Unlike the other two, Penelope doesn't curl it every day).

If Anne's dress looks piecemeal that's because it is. Around 1948 was when women's fashion was transitioning from shorter wartime styles (minimum fabric) to longer hemlines, but ofc most women didn't just toss out all their old clothes, so the new things they bought were in the new style, while they also continued wearing what they had and sometimes altered their shorter things in various ways. The white border on Anne's dress is a recent addition, and so is the embroidered pocket because big pockets were also fashionable and it was intended to make the border look more like it belongs.

Shirley uses a brace, a built up shoe, and sometimes a cane due to effects from having polio when she was very young.

Bob has been in the U.S. Army for four or so years and he's currently a corporal. If part of his uniform is inaccurate then oh well because there were some details I just wasn't finding clear answers on (do point it out if you know something that's wrong tho). Also that's his hat he's holding in case it's hard to tell.

Ok now for the other stuff:

Anne, age 17 -

Likes: Dancing; recycling; Frank Sinatra music (don't spread it around); telephone party lines; the scratchy sound of crossing things off her to-do list.

Dislikes: Noisy children; poetry; men's cologne; bleached blonde hair; house pets; wrinkled clothes; rain on her hairdo; complainers; people with bad posture; anonymous love letters; being late; people who are late; unraked leaves; these peasants (most of the boys at school); being told she's too opinionated.

Favorite activities: Growing plants, mostly flowers; taking the mick out of James ❤

Penelope, age 8 -

Likes: Bicycling; puppies; reading, mostly fairytales; sticky sweets; movie stars.

Dislikes: Mud; talking to strangers; not having had her first kiss yet; never getting the lowdown after Anne's dates.

Favorite activity: Eavesdropping on the phone party line with Anne.

Shirley, age 24 -

Likes: Card games; chickens; picnics; reading; red on just about anything.

Dislikes: Snow; frogs; Bob; the sound of her own voice.

Favorite activity: Canoe rides to read on the open water. Her preferred victims to accompany her are James (she'll use her oldest-sibling authority for as long as she can) and whoever she happens to be dating (is that a weird date? idk but she calls it a no-go with a guy if he can't handle the quiet time).

Bob (Robert), age 22 -

Likes: Arm candy; being outside; cheating at card games; beer; animals, especially wildlife; pulling practical jokes on April 2.

Dislikes: Peas; serious conversations.

Favorite activities: Hunting; chasing women. (These things are not connected).

James, age 19 -

Likes: Holidays; history; picking dumb arguments; playing hockey when the pond freezes over; reading; PDA with Anne ❤

Dislikes: Waiting; hand-me-down clothes; being called Jimbo; having glasses.

Favorite activity: Finding money on the ground.

Clarence, age 11 -

Likes: Pocket knives; pirates; model train sets and dollhouses type stuff.

Dislikes: Surprises; hugs; getting up early; "old" people; getting his picture taken (that one's partly a joke, because I accidentally drew him looking a little moody for no reason).

Favorite activity: Fixing appliances and things around the house (under supervision because "fixing" is a bit of an overstatement. He can take things apart but has yet to learn how to properly put them back together).

Kathy (Katherine), age 7 -

Likes: Parties; collecting things; Brothers Grimm-style fairytales; terrible creature horror B movies.

Dislikes: Bugs, especially bees; nightmares from the terrible creature horror B movies.

Favorite activity: Poking dead animals. Trips to the butcher and dead mice found in the attic are her lifeline for now until she starts doing dissections in school. She definitely doesn't store said mice under her bed in jars she stole from the kitchen.

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Cool so now that everyone is sufficiently grossed out I'll leave it here for now 😊 Stay tuned I guess because sooner or later I'm going to follow this up with the three youngest when they're older, around 1959 because that was a happening point in time for them. And lastly, 108garys is free to hate anything I wrote because we share the OCs but I consulted them on very little of this lol.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

*jingles keys infront of your face*

Hi guys

Having a strange night again but I suddenly remembered Frank Sinatra exists and my brain went nuts for a second and I remembered one very specific song that reminds me of Angel Dust and also this brings me to my topic of how to write what Episode 4 was trying to do without being shit.

Song for your listening pleasure~

Alright *cracks knuckles* let me tell you how my brain is working.

Poison is meant to sound like a generic romance pop song about a bad relationship on the surface but the audience is supposed to know it’s about something much worse. Now lets flip that around real quick.

“My Way Of Life” is a romance song.

At least I think it is? I’m under the aromantic umbrella and I don’t pick up on this stuff good.

BUT try listening to the song while imagining the wording to be more hostile and literal.

A few standout ones are these in my opinion

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Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine.

Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time.

You are my way of life.

The only way I know.

I’ll never let you go.

Because “I love you so.”

You are my way of life.

The only way I know.

Make me your way of life.

Don’t ever go.

Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.

Im just half alive, in my struggle to survive without you.

Never let you out of my sight.

Be it day.

Be it night.

You belong to me.

That’s the way it has to be; wrong or right.

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Colour coding this by which characters I feel represents these best by the way. Angel-ish ones are pink and Valentino ones are red.

When you look at them in a tone like that with certain lines being possessive, and fake (ie. “I love you so”) and the others being despairing, self-loathing, you can hopefully see how I mistook this for a much more unhappy song when I first heard it.

If you look at a song like this thats so dramatic and intense and full of emotion, it’s going to be better than some generic pop song like 99% of the time. The music also make sense for the time period Angel died since Sinatra was popular in the 1940-1950’s which I personally think adds more.

How I imagine some kind of music video for this would play out, I’ll probably end up storyboarding it sometime, but bear with me till I do. would be a lot of Angel doing day to day things and tapping more into what ADDICT did with flashbacks and hallucinations and so on without shoving rape in our faces. I touched on this in my original Episode 4 rant so I’m going to vaguely recap on that. There are times where very simple things can trigger unpleasant memories, I think everyone knows that. But for some reason, Vivzie seems to think the only way to show SA actually happened is to deliberately show us since every other character thats been sexually assaulted or sexually abused has it played off as a joke. Yes I am fucking talking about Sir Pentious.

Angel having a flashback or hallucination doesn’t have to be of it happening. It can be something as simple as sitting next to Valentino. Someone pronouncing something the same way Valentino would. A specific piece of trash on the floor like a cup showing up somewhere else. Reminders can be tiny have a massive impact. Sometimes reminders for shit I’ve experienced is something as small as a hat, water, or a nickname. Even a day of the month can be nerve wracking.

Im about to start listing a bunch of ideas and stuff so this may end up being the entire song, brace yourself for reading all this.

0:00-0:32

I feel like this would start with Angel in his room staring at a wall, probably drinking after work.

“Gotta have you near all the time with your dreams wrapped in mine.”

Is less of a willing “gotta” and more of a “I can’t do anything else.” with the talk of dreams alluding more to the fact that Angel’s original wants from the contract are long gone and noting that Valentino is controlling his career, future, needs, wants, “privileges”.

“Gotta be a part of your soul and of your heart all the time.”

Is once again about the contract of Angel’s soul.

0:33-0:51

“Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you.”

In the original song I assume this is meant to be like “Life is so dull without you” but for the way I hear this song, it sounds a lot more like “Nothing that I do holds any meaning without your name attached to it.” in a kind of corporate way. I imagine this part with Angel walking down the street and seeing posters of himself but all of them have credits to Valentino somewhere on them. Angel likes his job but obviously the job that he previously enjoyed has turned into a dangerous and traumatic one. Posters like this can both be seen as a reminder that Angel is no longer in control of his own life and as some kind of intrusive thought like “I’m only famous because of you. I gave up everything for this.” AKA Valentino manipulating his way of thinking about his situation.

“I’m just half alive in my struggle to survive without you.”

Once again calling back to Angel’s contract. This part to me is more of what I stated in another rant I did a while ago. Honestly if I ever did this it’d likely take place after or during season 2 under the assumption Valentino dies. This is more of what I said in the linked post, but it’s a lot of Angel processing everything that’s happened to him. Everything suddenly hitting him all at once. “Struggle to survive without you” doesn’t mean that Angel is struggling because Valentino is gone, health struggling because he was there in the first place. Angel is dealing with and processing severe trauma and judging by ADDICT, dealing with vivid flashbacks and hallucinations as well.

0:52-1:15

A lot of this section reminds me of how I processed my emotions when I first realised that I had control over my own life again and I feel like Angel would feel very similarly to how I did.

“You are my way of life. The only way I know.”

After so many years of sticking to this strict regime, enduring so much pain and stress, it’s so hard to just suddenly snap out of it. That was your reality for years and it’s over, but everything that happened is still clinging to you so harshly it feels like its still happening, but when you prepare for a previous habit you picked up from that time and it doesn’t happen it can be so jarring it’s terrifying that you’re still so used to it. My best example in this setting is going to hang up a call and saying “Hey I have to go do something” and you expect to have to lie about why you’re leaving or prepare for the other person to get mad and then they just. Don’t. And you can hang up normally. I know some people wont get this but that kinda stuff is such a specific feeling of realisation.

“You are my way of life. I’ll never let you go.”

Can be taken as either Angel talking to himself; saying he’ll never let the memories and trauma from Valentino go because it’s so engrained into his mind, or, as Angel remembering Valentino explicitly stating he will never let him go. Even if Valentino is dead by this time, it could still be done with a flashback or auditory hallucination like Angel had in Episode 2.

I don’t think I’ll be diving into this entire song, but it really hit something in my brain. I had to quickly sketch a possible frame for a video if I did ever make one:

It’s a bit basic, but hopefully you see what I’m going for. This was for the 0:52-1:15 section mostly, but I can see it being used in various other places.

I hope this was at least a little bit interesting for you all and if not at least maybe I could introduce you to a really good Frank Sinatra song! Usually my really long posts like this don’t get much traction, but I hope this one at least sees a glimpse of daylight because it really is an interesting idea to me. If you have any thoughts, questions, or ideas for this please tell me I love when you guys ask me stuff. I am hopefully going to knock out now because it’s 2:44 AM at the time of writing this, so whenever I post this, please enjoy.

[ask-theslenderbrothers]

what are your headcanons for the slender brothers and the proxies?

OK I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS.

THE SLENDERBROTHERS:

⤷ Slenderman:

He only talks psychically with anyone;

His suit is also his skin;

He can´t reproduce;

He has a certain disgust of humans;

Slendersick is a disease that affect his proxies;

He DON´T have a slendermansion;

He´s almost the size of a pine tree.

⤷ Splendorman:

He LOVES humans;

He usually likes to be with children than teens or adults;

The colorful dots of his suit and hat change colors;

Yes, his tendrils are alive;

Splendy is the totally oposite of Slender (duh);

He takes care of lost souls of kids;

He´s the size of an normal tall human man.

⤷ Trenderman:

He is addicted to social midia (specially instagram);

Trendy have a fake account where he passes by a human;

If he could he would be a human;

Trendy is a cat person;

Unlike his brothers he don´t have tentacles/tendrils;

He´s an excellent seamstress;

Smaller than his brothers.

⤷ Offenderman:

He should be on a watchlist;

He has a human disguise (oh wow);

He is addicted to any s3xual stuff ofc ☠︎︎;

You´ll prob get a disease after doing things with him;

He enjoys Frank Sinatra;

He´s a bit taller than Splendy;

Idk what else to create about him srry.

Now the proxies :3

⤷ Toby:

He is a bit socially awkward;

Has a lot of scars on his body (from the car accident);

Doesn't have fashion sense;

He has a thing for blondes;

Is the oldest of the trio;

Is the tallest of the trio;

Have tourette, amnesia and panic attacks.

⤷ Toy:

She doesn't talks much;

She doesn't show but she loves pink and colorful things;

The youngest of the trio;

She doesn't show her face bc she hates her appearence;

Needs glasses but won´t admit it;

She loves animals;

She's not very sociable.

⤷ Jhonny:

He is very imperative;

Has a problem with alchool;

Used to torture little animals for fun when he was a kid;

He's half japanese;

Is only sweet with Toby;

His dream is to have a old style corvette;

The only one who wasn't affected by the slendersick.

These are more fun facts, I guess this is all of the headcanons for now lolz. AND REMEMBER, THESE ARE ONLY >>>HEADCANONS<<< THERE'S NO NEED TO BE ANGRY OR ANYTHING.

[kairiscorner]

Tangina I'm imagining a scenario where u take Noir to a Zild or any rock concert in general and he just gets dragged in a mosh pit 💀

oh no 😭now i've never been to a concert, much less have been to a mosh pit, but i kinda thought of how this might play out :') (please remember these are just hcs btw guys !!)

when you found out peter have never attended a concert or any big musical event in his life, you decided to give him the show of a lifetime and take him to your favorite artist's concert that you were planning to see for yourself for the longest time.

he was confused at first as to why you'd wanna watch a concert over just watching the live stream or a video recording of it at the comfort of your home where it was safe, but you explained to him that the feeling of having been there, the memories being made with fellow fans like you who appreciated the music, and the thought of having been there at the very venue where the concert would be held--making history as your favorite artist tops records and breaks more limits--it feels exhilarating.

peter would find himself still feeling a little confused as to why a concert seemed more preferable to you when his main concern was the crowds and how rowdy they seemed, but apart from that, he would love to go with you if it meant you'd be happy.

you told him he was super tall already, towering over you and having the ability to just pick you up off the ground at any given time and just carry you to wherever, so finding him wouldn't be the issue. however, it soon proved that no matter how tall he'd be, in all the excitement and rowdiness, peter had lost sight of you within the crowds.

"love?" he'd call for you as the mosh pit started to form, with people jostling against each other and cramming from here to there, dancing and shaking against each other violently as the noise from the stage and the audiences became one big mesh of noise for peter to barely even focus on. he'd be super overwhelmed, and you'd feel horrible for having left when you were told the mosh pits were forming, but you wouldn't leave without him.

you tread through the people in the mosh pits, getting bumped from here and there, getting sandwiched in between some people aggressively dancing, and sometimes getting pushed out of the wave and having to come back in. it was very exhausting, but soon, you caught sight of your beloved's dark clothing and called out to him.

"peter!" you exclaimed as you tried reaching him, but got bumped by other moshers in the pit, losing sight of him and was at a risk for being stampeded. "love!" peter called back as he heard you. he turned around to look for you, and he watched in horror as your hand descended down further into the mass of bodies in the wave of this mosh pit.

peter had enough at this point and shoved his way out of the mosh pit, hoping you wouldn't be hurt. he did elbow and push a few people out of the way, but he didn't care anymore--your safety was a priority here.

he spotted you, laying down on the ground, but fortunately, you were more than less okay. peter carried you in a bridal style fashion and told you with a chuckle, "this was fun and all, but i'd rather dance to frank sinatra or louis armstrong with you at home, love." he said as he felt you hold on to him. you smiled at that notion, but your smile slowly faded away as you thought back on what just happened. "i'm sorry for leaving you there..." you murmur as peter puts his hat on you as he runs off, shoving people out of the way as they nearly bumped into him and you.

"love, don't be sorry. you gave me the thrill and scare of a lifetime! be sorry for the scare, but the thrill... i know you meant well. you didn't know this'd happen, not like that. i'm glad we came, really, and i'm just glad you're okay." he said as he got you two out of the mosh pit and looked at you in the eyes.

"well... can you, um... keep holding me like this? until we get to the car?" you asked him as he chuckled. "why, if you'll save me a dance at home after dinner, then... i don't see why not." he said as you blushed and kissed his cheek.

you'd rather take dancing to old-timey classics over bumping into people while you danced, at least it'd be with your loving peter in the sweet, serene ambience of your comfortable home, with you in his arms and his hands on your waist.

a/n: BRIDAL STYLE....... <333 man i wanna go to a concert at least once, but i don't wanna experience being in a mosh pit i'm sorry TT

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

[kolechiagears]

I don't have any idea how to make a nice looking welcome/intro for my blog, but i'd like people to know who they are interacting with!

. . . ☎ Ring ring ringgggg

☆ Hi hi hello my names Kolechia or Kole for short ☆

★ My birthday is 25 August, I'm a minor, ANFP 6w5 and from Scotland !

☆ ENG/DE/SE/GAEL ☆

★ I have ADHD, OCD and Paranoia medically recognised (+ suspected autism). Please try to be patient when conversing /w me!

☆ I'm agender and pansexual, I prefer when people only refer to me by my name (no pronouns) - but they/them is completely OK! ☆

★ I draw here, and I post it here. I post doodles I don't want to share here on twitter. I also shitpost a ton on there and share random thoughts. I mainly draw characters by Arcadekitten, DSaF, or Dialtown characters! ♡

Interests

★ I have a LOT. Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Papers Please, Terraria, Rick and Morty, Southpark, SCP, DDLC, Pico School, FNF, No. 6, Sasaki And Miyano, etc..

☆ Music-wise, Will Wood, Will Stetson, Weezer (saw in june..), YonKaGor, Atsuover, The Smashing Pumpkins (also saw in june..), Frank Sinatra etc! i enjoy jazz indie and swing arrangements! ☆

★ Long term interests: Five Nights at Freddy's (2016), Dayshift at Freddy's (2018), Five Nights of Flirting (2021), A Hat in Time (2018), Genshin Impact (7.17.21), YoKai Watch (2014), Splatoon (2017)

☆ Special interests: One Piece, The Nightmare Before Christmas, rocks/crystals, playing cards, collecting figures (41 as of right now), Haikaveh ☆

Extra info

♡ Basic DNI stuff, Proshitters, Endo systems, Drake, NSFW, ISNOTREAL supporters, Urbanslug/UrbanSPOOK supporters (he made merch off of CSA victims and shitted on victims of it publicly along with ableism of autistic and individuals with down syndrome)

☆ i really enjoy meeting new people! If you wanna introduce yourself to me, or others, you're fully allowed to!

♢ I'm an irl ! if you're curious on them, ask!

☆ I do requests (for free, unpaid) - if you want more info, click here. Please read my guidelines and "Unorganized extra info" before requesting anything!

★ If you wanna message me for whatever reason, message me here, my tweetor, or Discord which is vinssolar

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ i like cats :)

★ Random fact: I played Into the Pit for 16 hours the first day of release

→ Cat art at the top is by @/psipaka on Tumblr & Pinterest

[marvelmusing]

Billy Russo Christmas Time Headcanons

If you suggest making gingerbread houses with Billy be prepared to give up your entire afternoon, because this man will not stop until he has accomplished whatever aesthetic looking design he found on Pinterest.

Imagine being the first person to ever buy Billy an advent calendar. Like, he never had one growing up and because of that, as an adult, he never thought of buying one. But he is so excited to open it, and he always reminds you to open yours.

Billy can not wrap presents to save his life. He’s so glad he can spend the money on gift wrapping service, because his poor wrapping skills are a closely guarded secret.

He loves candy canes. He thinks he looks cool when he holds it between his lips casually (you would never admit that he’s right - but just imagine him wearing a santa hat with a candy cane between his lips as he’s decorating the apartment with you).

Billy always buys the softest most expensive Christmas jumpers because he hates how itchy the cheaper ones are. You usually end up stealing his jumpers.

Winter is coat and scarf season, and Billy loves nothing more than his wool coat and scarf combo. Not to mention his leather gloves.

I feel like Billy’s first Christmas tree as an adult, out of the marines, was just one of those little fake ones that have light up branches. It kept it out of his way, and didn’t need decorating, so it was a win-win for him.

His first Christmas with you is when he understands the appeal of decorating a tree. You invite him over to your apartment, and he helps you decorate. He had been rather bewildered by your casual arrangement of baubles and ornaments, and your assurances that he couldn’t decorate it wrong. (In his little country-house-dream he imagines getting a real tree and decorating it perfectly).

Billy packs his Christmas ornaments away with military precision. Everything has its place, and he knows exactly where it all goes. He’s comically horrified at the sight of you attempting to untangle a ridiculous amount of tinsel, only to get wrapped up in it unintentionally - which makes his laugh and step in to rescue you.

If anything has mistletoe on it he uses the object as excuse to kiss you. Whether that be an actual piece of mistletoe hanging above the door, or a kitchen towel with mistletoe printed on it that he dangles over your head as you’re baking. He’ll stand there with a cheeky grin, before he puckers his lips.

I feel like he says his favourite Christmas song is something classic by Frank Sinatra or Bing Crosby (but his secret favourite is most definitely All I Want For Christmas is You by Mariah Carey).

[hsboo03]

Based on the seraphproblems story "Like me still".

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42559620/chapters/107383578?view_adult=true

- Chapter 2: The Pad (AO3) I did a series of one paragraph vignettes that I really liked, honestly there is nothing like first loves. Thanks for keeping the EENE fandom active and with such a wonderful story.

🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻

Man, Eddy just had to have a crush on one of his best friends. And he was a guy. It was too much. It took until the summer leading into sophomore year for either of them to get up the courage to admit something was going on. Of course it was Edd who blabbed first, tearfully confessing one muggy August night. Ed had gone home because of his curfew, Eddy chose to ignore his own expecting the inevitable scolding from his mom, and Edd chose to break his curfew in a streak of rebellion knowing full-well nobody was even home to note his absence. 

Laying out in the middle of the unlit sports field under the glow of the moon, the grass cool and overgrown, the mosquitos biting, it all felt so… inevitable? Eddy didn’t have to think about turning to pull his sobbing friend into his arms or discreetly kissing his forehead or saying ‘Yes’

’ when Edd’s wide eyes raised from below his hat and he asked permission to kiss him on the lips.

Shakily collapsing the space between their faces, lips fumbling,

Eddy tasted the salt of his tears and sweat. Eddy was so nervous in the absolute best way, the electric excitement shooting from head to toe. Up until that point of his 15-year-old life he hadn’t felt so right and sure about anything as this.

That was the thing about first loves: there was nothing like them.

[theficpusher]

you live in my bones and we live in the sun by queenmcgonagall | nr | 1212 the sun and the desert and a map and nowhere to be but with each other.

Baby, I Met You On the Highway by i_amthecosmos | G | 1978 The desert is boring, but an unexpected friend makes things better.

throbs and gleams by thinlines | T | 3728 au. harry rides motorcycle across the country and finds louis in the middle of a desert.

my youth is yours by sapphirestylan | G | 5309 Niall and Harry are uni students who go down to visit Harry's family in southern California over spring break. They leave on a road trip in the middle of the desert, going as best friends and coming back a lot more.

Alien Roadtrip! by HelloAmHere | E | 16378 For the first time in his life, Louis doesn’t know where he’s going. Harry doesn’t mind. OR: roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

Cosmic Love by smittenwithlouis | M | 27185 Sudden chills rake over his body yet again, making him stay rooted to the ground. Static in the air makes every hair on his body stand up straight. That's when he notices something a couple feet in front of him lying on the ground. It’s what appears to be a person, weird white beams snaking around them like Christmas lights. Louis' heart rate picks up. Is the person alright? What are they doing here? What the fuck is happening? Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas, yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.

Speed Dates and Slow Lanes by zita17 | E | 34652 Overworked drama TA and script reader Louis Tomlinson just wants to make it through the end of the semester unscathed when an impromptu road trip turns his relationship with his best friend and roommate Harry Styles upside down. Basically, this is the story of what happens AFTER a pair of idiots try to become lovers. Co-starring Harry’s vintage Mercedes named Delilah, with cameos by Shakespeare, mix tapes, Denny’s, Walmart, Frank Sinatra, Joshua Tree National Park, Harry’s crocheted bucket hat, and Louis’ mesh tank top.

Have Love, Will Travel by kingsofeverything | E | 97257 Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.