#Holy shit guys it's the end of my queue

[the-insanity-of-mojiru]

Drawing some of their Taisho Nostalgia designs from like 2018

[sm8th0p]

date - simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader

a/n: you have no idea how much I LOVE medic!reader so this is my spin on it 🕺🕺🕺 and like private but not secret relationship with simon holy shit I live for that shit

desc: poor guy unknowingly hitting on the lieutenant’s lovely wife

warnings: descriptions of wound/gash, slight foul language

You were nose deep in your paperwork when the doors to your office opened, making you whip your head to look at the intrusion. You body relaxed at the sight of Ghost and Soap, casually walking to your desk. Tilting your head a bit, not noticing that either of them were injured so it confused you why they were visiting the medbay.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, looking up from your seated position to look at your behemoth of a husband. “Yeah. Jus’ wanted to see you.” He said softly, palms on the desk and slightly leaning over it. “And what’s Soap doing here?” You tilted your head to see the man behind the lieutenant, busy with his phone. Ghost crossed his arms and you could feel his annoyance radiating off his stance from the corner of your eye.

“Aye, doc.” Soap greeted you as he lifted his gaze from his phone. “I’m just tagging along, got some questions to ask L.t.”

“Should’ve asked during the damn briefing.” He said, tilted his head a bit to glare at the sergeant. You knew how much your husband hated it when people interrupt the times you guys were together, since the chance to spend time with just you were rare in the chaos that happened everyday in the base. Sometimes you were confused if he was annoyed or jealoused.

“I forgot, alright..” Soap pursed his lips and scooted away a bit, to give you and Ghost some privacy. Not a lot of people knew about your marriage with Ghost, but they know you were married by the beautiful ring on your ring finger. Only the task force knew and over time, they learned the silent queues to give the both of you some space and you were incredibly grateful for that.

Ghost placed his left palm on the table and leaned in slightly, eyes laser focused on your face. “What is it, Si?” Your tone was heavy with exhaustion as Ghost looked down at you, and you could see his eyebrows furrowed a bit under the balaclava he wore.

“Your shift ends in a bit, right?” He brought a hand to gently cup your jaw. You nodded. “I want to take you out for dinner. You need a break, love.” He said, voice hushed as he took in your tired eyes. There was a moment of silence as you lowered you gaze to the papers on your table, before looking back at him.

“Is Soap coming along too?” You teased, fighting a smile. “God no.” He replied right after the words left your mouth. You laughed before continuing, “It’s a date then.” A grin formed on your lips. “It is.” You felt his warm lips over the mask as he kissed your forehead, before joining Soap to sit in one of the empty patient rooms to wait for you. The door to the room was open, so you could hear a faint conversation and Soap’s laugh while you continued your paperwork.

Not five minutes later, the doors to the medbay opened again and a soldier walked in, clutching his hand. You looked up from the paperwork and your eyes widened slightly at the blood on his hands. “What happened?” You immediately stood up and walked over to him, guiding him to sit in an empty room right beside your husband’s.

“Accidentally cut my hand open while working in the garage. It’s not as bad as it looks.” You were sitting in front of him, his palm in your hands as you carefully inspect the gash. Your eyebrows furrowed at how calm and nonchalant his tone was, so you looked up from his palm to see he was slightly smiling at you.

“You look oddly happy for a person with a bloody hand.” You quipped before turning around, collecting a few items from the cabinet behind where you sat. The man looked down and laughed, and you could hear how- bashful it sounded. “I feel fine, doc. Like I said, it doesn’t hurt as bad.” He replied, and you can hear a hint of smug in his voice.

You playfully shook your head at him as you sat back down. The fact that he wasn’t brooding over the injury really calmed the tension, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit off. “Thankfully the cut wasn’t that deep, so you don’t need stitches. A few bandages will do.” He nodded, but you felt his gaze on you.

You shifted in your seat, ripping open an antiseptic wipe to clean the wound. “This is going to sting a bit.” You said as you held the wipe.

“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” The way he tried to sound cool had you cringing. The second you place down the wipe on the wound, you heard a faint hiss and you let out a huff that resembled a laugh. “You can, huh?” You met his gaze and he avoided it by looking to the side with an embarrassed grin.

A few moments of silence later, the soldier spoke up. “Say, doc,” You hummed, focused on throwing away the wipe once you were done sterilising the wound.

“What would you say if I uh- if someone asked you out? Asking for a friend.”

Your face was out of his sight since you were looking down on his palm, so he didn’t see you blinked slowly as you figured out why he was trying so hard to impress you. Suddenly you were aware that the chatter in the next room had gone silent, and you just knew that they were listening.

You looked up to see a faint red hue on his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let out another huff of laughter at the sight. “Did you purposefully got this wound to see me for that?” You asked jokingly as you started to wrap his palm in gauze. “Woah, no. ..but I would, if it meant I could see you again.” People asking you out wasn’t something uncommon to you, but his confidence baffled you in a way. If only he knew who you were married to.

You decided to play along, curious to know where this would lead. “Does this friend of yours.. know that I’m married? I don’t keep it a secret, you know.” You said as you raised your hand to show an outline of a ring beneath the latex gloves. He didn’t say anything for a bit, eyes focused on the ring as he kissed his teeth.

“But your husband is not here, is he? A pretty girl like you deserves to be treated somewhere nice, doc. I can take you out, tonight.” He uttered.

You felt your eye twitch and heard the chairs in the next room scraped against the floor. You tugged a bit on the gauze, making sure it’s secure. At this point you were almost done with him, so you look up to meet his gaze, but what you saw behind him made the excitement in your body skyrocket.

Thank god his back was facing the doorway, because there stood Ghost, arms menacingly crossed across his broad chest, leaning on the doorframe. Soap was beside him, his phone out and presumably recording the unfortunate moment. He even had a palm over his mouth desperately trying to supress his laughter.

An idea sparked in your head, you pursed your lips in a thin line and looked down for a bit, before meeting the soldier’s eyes again. “You think I’m pretty?” You replied in a low tone. God, you felt the goosebumps travelling all over your back, cringing so, so hard. He nodded eagerly and muttered, “So pretty.”

“…Thank you, but I don’t know.. I already have a date tonight.” You feigned innocence and tilted your head. “Really?,” he scoffed. Judging from his reaction, you assumed he thought that another soldier at the base already asked you out. Well, he was right. “Who’s the lucky fella? Is it the new private?” You playfully shrugged. “It’s him, right? he told me you rejected him..”

A bubble of laughter erupted from your stomach, both from his reply and the way Ghost stood behind him. Ghost knew well how much you liked to tease him and he’s fighting the urge to just grab the soldier and punch a hole into his goddamn face. The soldier furrowed his eyebrows, lips tugged in a confused half-smile.

“No, no not with the private. With my husband, actually. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your gaze now landed on the figure behind the soldier, and he turned around quickly and looked up to meet Ghost’s blood curdling glare. “..L-lieutenant,” He greeted in a mix of respect and pure horror. More of the latter.

You knew Soap’s phone got a crystal clear view of the colours draining out of the poor soldier’s face, making a mental note to watch it later. His eyes widened and you could see how frigid his body had turned as Ghost walked over to your side.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we might be late for the reservation. You’re almost done, love?” He said softly to you, before enunciating the last word while looking straight into the soldier’s soul. His adam’s apple shifted as he gulped down the terror.

You nodded cheerily, releasing the soldier’s bandaged hand before standing up and walking over to the doorframe. “Alright, my nurse will inform you how to take care of the wound. It will take about a week to fully heal, so be careful. Take care, soldier.” You said with a bubbly tone before exciting the room to get ready to end your shift.

Now he was alone with the lieutenant in the room, minus the borderline-laughing sergeant behind the doorframe. Ghost said nothing as he continued to glare fucking daggers into the soldier and seeing him squirm in the seat, waiting for the nurse. He felt cold sweat run down his spine, eyes wide and trying hard to not look at the lieutenant’s gaze. The pure awkwardness and realisation of ‘I just hit on the lieutenant’s WIFE’ made him wanted to faint.

The tension was soon cut through like a knife by Ghost himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. “Rest up, soldier. You have a long day tomorrow.” He said sternly as he left the room. As if he took the pressure out with him, the soldier finally let out a deep breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

A faint “beep” and a laughter was heard outside of the door, making the scared-shitless soldier turn around in his seat. Soap peeked his head and looked at him, a grin on his face. “You fucked up, lad. Better warn the private too, if I was ya’. An’ your whole squad. Best of luck.” He spoke in amusement before walking off to find you and Ghost and letting the soldier drown in his shithole of despair.

[ghoulette-knell]

Does anyone like Powerwolf???

WELL, I HOPE YOU DO CUZ IMMA YAP ABOUT THEM RQ!

So, last Wednesday, I drove down from Canada to Cleveland, Ohio so I could experience my favourite band with my two best friends.

I queued up at 10:30am because I’m delulu and in my mind I was like “maybe I’ll meet the members if I queue early?”

Girls, Guys, and Nonbinary Pals… guess what fuckin’ happened.

I met Falk and Roel 😭😭😭😭

(teeny face reveal because I’m too excited to worry about being anonymous anymore)

SO LIKE HELLO?? My friends were back at our RV and didn’t get to meet the boys. Such bad luck!

Falk was like “OMG we have matching tattoos!” to me, and he was pointing to my Powerwolf tattoo I got back in June. He also has one on his inner arm 🥹

And Roel was like “I love the flowers you added to it!” BRB SOBBINGGGG!

I felt like the main character!

Oh, and it gets better y’all.

So, Powerwolf’s opening band Unleash the Archers was filming a music video and I’m gonna be in that video cuz they filmed me a bit while waiting in line LOL.

Oh, and it STILL gets better.

I got interviewed by Powerwolf’s media manager and filmed a bit (he also took pics of my tattoo 😭😭) so I might be in their roundup video for Cleveland.

Oh babe, it still gets better.

So, my buddies and I had quick pass. We got front and centre in the pit. My buddy got Unleash the Archer’s drummer’s setlist, and I was absolutely enamoured with their singer and guitarist. Bisexual energy is so strong with that band holy shit.

So Powerwolf comes out (all my mentionable videos will be at the end of this post), and Attila was all over me and my buddy (why tf Tumblr only allowing one video per post :( )

I ended up catching Charles’ pick too- like what the fuck. I feel like y/n in a Wattpad fanfic istg

Would yall believe me if I said it’s STILL GETTING BETTER?

I was featured in the Cleveland photo…

Seriously losing my mind. Ghost was by far my favourite concert… BUT POWERWOLF WAS MORE MEANINGFUL AND RAW!

I feel changed yall… Metal is Religion. Powerwolf is Religion.

Also, watch Attila being a little flirt in that video… bro is making me endlessly delulu (even tho I’m a Falk girlie)

EDIT: I’m in the Cleveland round up video too WHEEZE

[bordysbae]

“accidents”

luke hughes x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

you've been best friends with luke for genuinely as long as you could remember. your moms grew up together, and happened to have kids around the same age. your older brother being in between quinn and jack, and you and luke being the same age. since you and luke are so close, everyone always assumes you two are dating, and honestly sometimes you guys act like it, but you’re both always quick to state that you're just best friends.

currently, you're staying at the hughes' lake house. every summer both of your families stay for a month at the lake house, which is something everyone looks forward to. the lake house has nothing but the purest and happiest memories in it, and it's a second home to you.

"y/n go shower you take 20 years to get ready and we wanna leave soon" jack says as he looks up at you from across the living room. "yeah literally, go!" quinn says as he smacks your arm, pushing you off of the couch playfully

"yeah fine whatever, you're both so annoying" you roll your eyes at them as you head upstairs to the bathroom. you start selecting music on your phone as you wait for the shower to heat up. as you finish making the queue, you see the glass doors become foggy, which is your sign to get in. you're peacefully taking a shower, when all of a sudden you see the white door begin to open, and when your eyes are met with the face of luke hughes, you shriek.

"OH MY GOD LUKE!" you scream, immediately covering your body as he quickly closes the door.

"holy shit!" he says with his hand still on the door knob. you quickly finish up your shower and hurry out of the bathroom. as you're walking to your bedroom, which originally was an office/spare bedroom that quickly became yours over the years, you pass by lukes room. which is right across from yours. you see him laying on his bed, and you softly knock on the door frame. he looks up from his phone, and his cheeks go bright red. "you can uh— you can use the bathroom now" you say awkwardly as you quickly turn around and beeline it straight to your room.

you soon finish your makeup and hair, and quinn starts yelling at you to hurry up as you’re putting on your shoes. "quinn i'm seriously gonna smack you if you keep rushing me, i'm literally putting on my shoes right now"

"please smack him, i'd pay to see that" your brother chimes in, earning a playful tackle from quinn. you stand up from the chair, and adjust the tongue of your shoes. you walk into the kitchen to tell the adults that you're ready, and you accidentally make eye contact with luke. his eyes immediately dart away from yours. never before have things with luke ever been this awkward, but you hate it.

"um? that was weird why are they not talking?" you hear your brother whisper to jack and quinn. "no clue man" quinn whispers back. "that was.. something" jack replies in a whisper like tone. you sigh softly and inform everyone that you're ready to leave.

—

you guys all go out for lunch, and usually whenever you're at this restaurant you and luke order the same thing every time, and end up switching plates halfway through the meal. you always order a sandwich, and luke always gets the pizza. it had become a ritual to swap plates, but this time you guys were on opposite sides of the table instead of next to each other.

you know that everyone is confused on what  happened with you two, since you're receiving weird looks from everyone, even the parents. those weird looks are from everyone but luke, he won't look at you. and if he does look at you its for half a second before he looks back down at the ground.

you hate this feeling more than anything. you and luke have gotten in fights before, but at least you knew his emotions during those times. right now, you have no idea how he feels and it's eating you alive. after what felt like a million years, everyone is finally finished and ready to go back to the house. as you're rising up from the table, your mom whispers in your ear.

"are you and luke okay?" "i don't know mom. i hate this" you sigh. "come in the car with me and ellen, we'll force all of the boys to fit in jim's car.” you chuckle, "okay"

you all get situated in the cars, and you're with ellen and your mom. "so honey, what happened?" ellen asks, as she looks at you through the rear-view mirror. "god, it's so embarrassing" you say as your cheeks get really hot from the memory.

"just tell us, we're woman we understand" ellen smiles. “well, luke walked in on me in the shower today. i have no idea what he saw, but we haven't talked since."

"oh my" your mom says, holding back a laugh. “oh lord that is not what i was expecting. okay well, he's probably a little overwhelmed. especially since it's you, y/n. you're his best friend. he probably feels like he just violated you. i think you guys need to talk, because this isn’t something that you guys should lose a friendship over" ellen says

"i agree, luke's a teenage boy. he's probably pissing his pants just thinking about it. you should talk to him, let him know that's it's okay" your mom says. "ugh you guys are the best, i'll talk to him when we get home" you smile softly

—

you guys all get home at the same time, and you decide now is the perfect time to talk with luke. he’s cleaning his room, while the other boys are playing chel. you knock on his door frame to let him know you’re there, and he turns around and gets bright red when he sees you. "oh, uh- uh, hey y/n" he stutters

"can i come in?" you say quietly. "yeah of course, come sit" he says, sitting down on the edge of his bed, patting the spot next to him.

"luke, about earlier i-" "i'm sorry" you both say at the same time

"why are you sorry?" he asks you. "i don't know, i just am" you shrug. "i'm really sorry. i thought jack was in the shower, and i was just gonna grab my deodorant off of the counter, but it uh- it wasn't jack. i knocked and asked if i could come in, and i heard music that sounded like jacks playlist so i thought it was him" he says quickly, defending himself

"luke relax it's alright, but i do have one question. did you um- see anything?" you say scratching the back of your neck. "no i didn't, i closed my eyes as soon as i opened the door" he lied. he definitely saw something, but he didn't want to make you feel anymore embarrassed than you already were, he felt bad enough as is.

"oh alright good." there's a strange silence between you both, which is broken when luke impulsively blurts out, “y/n i like you, a lot. i've liked you since like 8th grade, and i just really need to know if you feel the same"

"oh luke of course i do." you say, with a blush creeping on your cheeks. "you do?" he says, finally looking up at you, with a beaming smile. "yeah, i've liked you for awhile now" you say, looking into his eyes. and before you know it your lips are on his, and your heart feels like it's sparking.

"so what does this make us?" you ask quietly pulling away from the kiss. "my girlfriend?" he asks you. "absolutely" you smirk

"okay now that that's out of the way, i did see something earlier i just didn't want to tell you" he blurted, causing your mouth to fall agape. "i mean, that's not really how i expected it to happen" he chuckles

"woah woah woah, you've imagined how you were gonna see me naked for the first time? you are SO weird luke" you say smacking his chest playfully. "shut up, you know you've imagined me naked before"

you couldn't lie, you had.

"exactly, stay silent." "oh shut up you horn dog, now let's go play chel" you say taking his hand leading him downstairs

[front-facing-pokemon]

Type null is my best fucking friend. Its a sweet little angel puppy baby sweet thing the size of a horse and i love it so much. Sniffles. I want to feed it tasty treat from the palm of my hand

i've been seeing this sentiment from a lot of folks. honestly i can see it now, after everyone's talked about it like this—it really is just a weird fucked up dog thing that loves to eat floppy disks. and honestly, aren't we all?

take some more asks now i cast curse of asks

???

that's two asks excited for dhelmise now..! not a pokémon i imagined a lot of people would enjoy but holy shit have i been proven wrong so many times by now

y. yeah. you're kinda right. i should probably be a little more positive about pokémon. i always end up looking back on my commentary when pokémon get posted and being like "wtf was i so negative for" and i think it's because i queue these guys up so early in the morning. literally it's one of the first things i do during the day and i guess that lends itself to me being generally pissy and not wanting to do anything. bc i just woke up syndrome. i hope that's it and that i'm not just a generally negative individual

Babies:

now. i have to let you guys know that before you see this next ask, it is perhaps one of the most unfortunate things that anyone has ever said in my ask box. ok? like genuinely i'm giving you a disclaimer here. it is gross and if you believe it will change how you feel about pyukumuku. that's a genuine disclaimer and warning. i wish i could put this under a second cut, but here

this really sucks. the concept of this sucks. i have to HOPE that this is not true and that this isn't what tpc was going for or whoever designed this. lemme just google this real quick to see if it's EVEN true

okay now that i've done a bit of reading, i have to provide a solid HUH??? their intestines are CONNECTED to the anus how the mother fuck do you expect me to believe they're BLASTING their intestines out of their ass. for what purpose??? why would they do that?? i can see on wikipedia that they breathe through their anus, and fine, whatever, but it doesn't say anything about them just casting intestine beam on the nearest predator. i'm going to choose to believe that this is just a rumor about pyukumuku and leave it at that

[angelictwitch]

Yes, the first years in the church were amazing and the role as “The Reverend” suited me’s better and better as time passed. At the same time the list of names I’s left a mark on grew longer and longer… It was hard for most people to resist my charm anyway, so I’s came to the point, that I’s didn't hold back anymore. But somehow the more people I’s made scream my name in one way or the other, the less I’s could stand my the thoughts in my own head. At some point it got so bad I’s tried some pills against it, since the alcohol didn’t completely work anymore… I’s thought it couldn’t get any further downward at this point… Naive thinking.

It was another Saturday night, that meant prime time in the church of Lush. The queue outside was as long as every weekend and the great hall was filled with shouting and cheering in the process. Meanwhile in the backstage area, the band got ready in their own ways: “Alright everything is ready… except one thing” Michael looked around sighing, it wasn’t the first time that their front man was the last to show up, even though he was literally living the closest to the place: ‘Twitchy boy is late again! Fucking fantastic!’ Frank complained loudly while trying out his drumsticks on the table in the room: “I should give him a call maybe…” the moment the tall one pulled out his mobile, the door to the backstage room flung open: °Hey guys~ soooorry for dat I’s lost track of time…*hic* again…° Twitch held on to the doorframe, his sunglasses on his nose like it was the middle of the day still: “You are wasted already… Strych you can’t play like that!” - °Oh no no - I’s MUST play like dat hehe° the blonde one chuckled pulling out a little bag out of his coats pocket: °Y’know I’s can always adjust my’s mood a little into every direction with the help of this and dat~ ° - “...whatever floats your boat dude…” - ‘Enough chit-chat! Let’s go already!’ the drummer rushed past the intoxicated frontman onto the stage that was still in the dark followed by Michael who turned to Twitch: “Just be careful with the man… there is always another way, okay?” the bassist put his hand shortly on the blonde's shoulder before leaving as well: °…Sure thing Mikey boy …° Twitch waited a moment before swallowing one of the pills he had shown before and let the rest slip back into the pocket, after that he joined the rest on the stage in the first row were he belonged for some years now. °Showtime…° he stepped to the mic stand taking a deep breath: °Weeeeeelcome to this nights mess my’s little lambs~ are you ready to let your sins be forgiven by your Reverend??° as the lights turned on the crowd went wild with excitement, the next thing that followed was the voice of the drummer counting the band in starting off the party just right.

Mhm those were the good nights yes… at least in my’s memories of it huh… it was mostly the same but always so unique to the people in the crowd. They all came to see us play, to have a good time with drinks and friends, to see me’s doing the best I’s could. I’s was so happy with that or at least I’s thought so for some time.

The good thing about the place where the many rooms in it with plenty of space to crash in after a alcohol filled night, people could rest easy knowing they had a bed to crash in and some other had the luck not crashing alone there. Even others had the chance to end up being a “trophy” to a certain angel searching for his fix after the show in the king size bed, which was located in the big office on the upper floor. People sure had the time of their lives coming to the “holy messes” everyone did… and mostly the Reverend himself - at least that was what everybody was thinking, seeing him all natural wrapping the masses around his finger in every show. In reality it was just another way to make himself get distracted from what was lurking inside.

Twitch was woken up by a ray of sunshine stealing itself through the curtains onto his face: °…Oh shit my’s head…° the angel growled sitting up: °Morning again -rise and fucking shine Twitch-° he faked a sarcastic smile to himself since his two roommates for the night were still asleep right next to him. He sighed putting the covers over the two naked trophies still resting from what happened last night, then got up and got dressed followed by a quick check in a little book on the big wooden working table in the same room, since his own memory wasn’t to be trusted anymore, he kept track of his appointments in written form for some time now. °Let’s see… sunday…that’s today?° the blonde one bit his lips before closing the book again: °…I’s need to shower…and a drink… or something stronger.° he whispered to himself before going to the bathroom to get somehow ready for the outside world, he got dressed but this time in a somewhat normal looking outfit for his standards. Twitch quickly left the place only taking a pair of sunglasses and his wallet with him, he only stopped by a small flower shop before making his way to the town’s graveyard. It was still pretty early for his normal wake up times, so there were not many people around by now. He couldn’t stand being alone but this time was just different. The angel stopped in front of a marble tombstone putting the flowers in front of it and sat down a bit further in front of it with a tired smile: °Hey mom… long time not talked haha…° he had forgotten about this anniversary, he liked to make himself forget things on purpose, but he couldn’t get rid of those memories: °I’s had another show last night! The people sure love me’s still , it's amazing! … Well that’s at least what I’s think is the case…° the angel felt his eyes getting watery and he was glad being alone this time: °I’s feel so fuckin’ lost, mom… what should I’s d-do i-it’s so hard. N-nobody really knows what’s going on inside me’s…° in this moment the sunny boy lost all of this charm and kindness, only leaving behind a tired looking man without a real clue what to do with himself in this world: °Everyday’s the same I’s can't even tell which day of the week we have anymore… Nothing really matters to me’s anymore… I’s so tired of all this bullshit.° Twitch held his face in his hands trying to calm himself somehow but failed: °I’s miss you’s so bad… I’s need your help down here… at least some guidance!° - “I am sorry that, I couldn’t give you that Strych…” The angel looked up and shocked, he hadn't expected an answer to that. °H-Huh?° - “Up here baby bro…” Wilhelm was standing behind him, wearing all black and sunglasses, holding on to a bouquet of flowers as well, after he put those down he pulled up his angel counterpart up into a hug just remaining silent for sometime until the weeping angel was alright to leave again.

[farfromdaylight]

i usually make my ff14 liveblog posts on dreamwidth, but since there are cuts here i'll post this one here as well. mind the warning.

i usually write these posts as i play, but today i've opted to write it afterwards.

spoilers through the first chunk of msq through MOST of the first two starting zones (i haven't finished the second zone yet, but i think i'm close).

firstly: GOD TULIYOLLAL IS HUUUUUUUGE. the music is SO fuckin good, holy shit. i love the whole area! it's immediately new and different which i like a lot.

every time erenville tells us a piece of his backstory i am so. tell me all your secrets, mr. viera.

did not expect to see estinien fighting gulool ja ja but lmao. what a fucking entrance. i love that he showed up just for that scene and promptly fucked off. love him.

also i fully expect thancred and urianger were hired by koana and we get to go up against them later. V EXCITED.

i liked wuk lamat fine in 6.55, but i'm relieved that i'm enjoying her storyline so far. she's clearly the underdog in this contest and it's fun to see her slowly growing into the role she wants so badly to win.

i went with the pelupelu first bc i really wanted to know more about those funky lil guys and having now finished the first half of urqopacha: WHAT FUNKY LIL GUYS. i had such a good time with these quests! unlike endwalker, in which i ignored *literally everything* but msq, i took my time and did all the sidequests along the way, along with 6 fates so i could get my riding map. and it was such a delight! there's lots of interesting little nooks and crannies and the zone in general is really well put together.

the other zone, kozama'uka, i haven't finished yet, though i think i'm nearing the end of that section. i'm also really enjoying it!

so far a lot of the story feels very... basic? but like, not in a bad way. having spent as much time as i have with this game, i can tell when they're playing it safe. that said, i fully expect some wild twists along the line, so i'm looking forward to it.

some small non-msq thoughts:

TWO DYES TWO DYES *TWO DYES*. oh my god I CAN DYE MY RED MAGE SETS WITH TWO DYES. it looks like ALL of the artifact sets have two dye channels now and im just. AAAAAAAA IM SO HYPE

that said i didn't change my glam at all before setting out LMAOOOO

the very subtle change in leaning on mounts is SO GOOD.

cálei catboy does look different, but it's really just the eyes that look off to me. other than that, my boy looks good.

i took the time to cap all my currencies before DT. i did not realize how few poetics i actually needed. i have 660 ilvl on every job already. oops. thanks for being useful again for ONE DAY, poetics...

queues aren't as bad. i logged out of cálei to log into reis so i can play with my friends and only had a 850 queue. it could be much worse, lmao.

[brineffxiv]

Just, uh... Just a warning. This post? Gonna be a big one. The cutscenes just kept coming.

...but BOY was that giant talos forming sequence fantastic!

I only had two classes at the lv 89 bar for this dungeon, so I opted to run it as Red Mage rather than level up a tank as I usually prefer to use on a first run through a new dungeon. What can I say, I was too eager to get to the story.

And oh boy did that story pay off holy shit.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves and go in chronological order. First, the dungeon.

...

OHOHO! When the giant talos reached in and crushed the sin eaters!!! Several times! AH! So cool.

I keep thinking; all of the sin eaters - the humanoid ones at least - used to be people, and here Vauthry surrounds himself with these "beautiful" ones who no longer have any ability to consent. Just makes him even more repulsive.

Shout out to my FC, Noctua <Hoot> on Marilith who got me through this fight when the duty finder queue was "More than 30 minutes."

When I got out of the transformation sequence cutscene there were multiple "Oh no, he's hot!" messages in the chat. Thanks guys.

SeVeRaL cUtScEnEs ! ! ! The excitement when I saw that message, omg.

*ahem*

Okay.

Ah, born, not changed. Wonder how that happened?

Here it comes. What happens when I eat the rest of the light?

Oh, an echo vision. That's what happens.

Wow Vauthry, your dad was a fucking asshole; brushes aside casualties and is only concerned with his personal power. At least you got it honestly?

Knew you must have had something to do with this, Emet-Selch.

...I wonder why they're going out of their way to not show your face, despite clearly telling us it's you? The way the timeline works, you should still be Solus at this point, I believe? Is it your mask? But why would that be a secret...?

I dunno but those classic Ascian duds sure look good on you from what I can see...

Ladies and gents, if a mysterious man wants to super-power your unborn baby do not listen to him: it's a bad idea.

Oh no, it's happening, I'm going to explode!

What!? I thought you said I couldn't be turned! I'm becoming a Lightwarden!?

But Y'shtola, he doesn't have any sleeves!

...I'm beginning to suspect metaphorically as well as literally.

Exarch! Help!

That doesn't make any sense!

(Thank you Ryne, exactly what I was thinking)

But why? Why pretend? Why lie?

You knew if we knew we wouldn't let you do it, maybe? How did you know Urianger would go along with it? I still don't understand, I don't understand at all!

G'raha Tia!

G'raha, no!

Emet what did you do!? Is that a fucking gun? Did you shoot him? Where the heck did you get a gun??

It was all for me?

Ah shit, I'm contagious.

Ugh. Stop being so hot when you're being evil.

And here is the difference between "me" and "my WoL". My Wol is severely distressed by these turns of events, but me? I am loving this. What fantastic twists. What a great villain. Holy goddamn I am turning into a monster how cool.

Help! My favorite old man just kidnapped my second-favorite old man!

The where..? I didn't think there was anywhere left in this world that could be called "dark."

You can feel how devastated my poor boy is. The people who animated this cutscene did a masterful job.

Wow. WOW. I've become a Lightwarden, and will inevitably succumb to madness given enough time. I am the monster threatening to end the world now. The Exarch tried to kill himself to save everyone, and was only stopped because Emet-Selch stepped up as the villain of the hour. And now Emet has stolen the Exarch away, just when we need his expertise most.

But my friends haven't given up on me. Despite everything, they still fight on.

[electoons]

HOLY SHIT NOOOOOO I forgot to queue Thank Gnome It's Friday for this year........I only had it queued til the end of 2023 and it slipped my mind entirely I'm so sorry you guys I've let you down. Friday just hasn't felt like Friday this whole year I'm assuming

[missbaphomet]

Encountered the most TOXIC fucking player holy shit. Played widow, flamed the supports for three whole ass matches and on the third match I won't lie, I showed my ass a little. I was getting some support time in since role queue loves giving me tank and I missed playing some mercy. Literally no sooner than we hit the lobby and this Widow is being absolutely hateful to me bc in the last round I defended someone else playing battle mercy while I was playing DPS Moira. I throw a few messages basically telling her to shove off and go about my match. Tank was not pushing, but I'm keeping my team up and we lose point. No big deal. I'm already 3 rezs deep and it's not my job to make reinhardt move his ass. Drop a catty message about having 3 rezzes and widow comes back with "and 0 Assists" like... OK? You were complaining about heals. Way to move those goalposts bestie. Out of curiosity, I look at team report and she has 777 damage and 0 kills at the end of first objective. Lol. Lmao even. OK.

More stupid catty bullshit I was only really even engaging in because it's 4am and it's the most human interaction I've had in like 6 hours and I'm just returning the energy put into the world. End of match rolls around, I ask to avoid her as teammate because ew and send a friend request to the team Cassidy bc he was chill af and thanked me after each and every rez for 3 matches. Literally think nothing of it.

I'm sitting in queue again and get an invite from the Cassidy. Accept.

Turns out the Widow is grouped to him too. I'm listening to music in another tab and not at all expecting someone to start talking to me and all I can fucking hear is "why'd you add him? Why'd you add him?" Because he's cool tf. Run my mouth a little more, leave the group, send a report and block that widow. Then I got to thinking.

Was she fucking jealous??? I sent a random ass friend request to someone I didn't ever expect to even speak to again and this bitch made him invite me to his group to bitch at me. Did she really fucking think I was gonna seduce this guy with my mad gamer skillz over fucking overwatch quick play????? Yikes.

Anyway there's a Cassidy main out there somewhere with the battle tag Angel who is a real sweetheart, but his maybe girlfriend is a royal fucking cunt. You can do better king, and I hope you do.

For anyone curious this was the end of match report on that Widow as well as my stats for that game where I spent a decent amount of time just bitching in the text channel and not actually playing

Like girl. You are reinforcing my belief that the most toxic players are just bad at the game and lashing out. It is not that serious. Skill issue

[lovesomehate]

hi sorry idk if you made a post about it already but how was the EC concert and the meet and greet??? :3

IT WAS SO GOOD

I fucked up at the meet and greet because Kevin spoke to me and I blue screened so hard I forgot my name, and as a result I literally only took a selfie with him and Nico and not with the other guys (which I really wanted to 😭)

Like I literally forgot everything, thanked them all and while making eye contact with the others I took my vinyl and bolted (David gave me such an expectant look as I did it too! I’m being haunted by the memory help) 😭😭😭😭

Error Emma.exe stopped working 😂😂😂😂

Anyway, after that I made my way to the O2 with a couple of people I met at the signing (I made the joke that I was ready to be kidnapped, just following random people around a city I barely knew)

It was raining a lot and it just got worse as I waited on the queue and my poor hoodie tried to keep me dry but I ended up drenched, and then to make matters worse I was at the balcony, right under the blasting AC 😂 I thought I was going to freeze to death during the openers (good fucking bands btw!)

Kevin after like one or two songs saying it was hot in there and me and everyone in the balcony: turning into icicles 🥶

EC’s set was soooo good and hot that it did end up warming the whole place up and I stopped shivering 😂😂😂 (but it was too late for me, I got sick anyway 😂😂😂😂)

About the show: IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!

THEY ARE SO MUCH BETTER LIVE!!

February is so fucking far away! I can’t fucking wait to see them again!!!

[treesap-blogs]

GUYS IM SORRY THIS REVIEW IS GOING UP LATE you’ll eventually see why lmao! “Cemetery Boys” by Aiden Thomas review!

Hello, Tumblrians! Because I’m trying to make sure practically all of my Goodreads finished books are covered here, there’s an overwhelmingly high number of reviews that are going to be published this week! Sorry :(! BUT!!! At least my reading queue is being cleared up for the end of the month (which you can attribute to me just wanting to be orderly but is actually related to the release of The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa)(who was?? In the acknowledgements for this book actually?? Are the authors friends or something?). Broskis I was so excited for Cemetery Boys because I’ve been wanting to read it for YEARS!!! It was one of the first queer books I ever heard about, actually! And it will always have a special place in my heart because it’s the first time I’ve read a book with a trans protagonist. (I’m non-binary and also genderfluid, because a few times the trans male label could apply, and I’ve identified as some flavor of lesbian for a while although I’ve just been using the label “queer” for a while. Fits my gender better.) 

Also HOLY SHIT i just realized!! This is my tenth Tumblr Review guys :D!! Wow! Very happy to be writing one about a book I adored! To celebrate this milestone, take some art I made of these two! It’s singlehandedly the reason why this review took so long to put up lmao, it’s almost midnight where I am but it’s probably not Saturday anymore for a lot of people on Tumblr up at this hour and with similar time zones as I. Gonna be honest, I was considering redrawing when Julian asked Yadriel if he could kiss him (in Spanish!!!)(read the book and you’d know why that’s a big deal lmao), but I watched an Instagram reel and featured in it was a very realistic piece of fanart of when the two were kinda just lovingly spending time sitting ontop the car and looking at the sunset by the side of the road! Inspiration just struck.

I’m hoping to post art on a more consistent basis in here, hopefully y’all enjoy the piece in this review! (Perhaps I’ll do this with every 10 book milestone?) (if I don’t like the book and don’t want to make fanart maybe I’ll just draw a different one or my OCs lol)

Anyhow! I absolutely ate up, devoured even, cried on, and threw up this book when I read it. Whilst some might not be a fan of the short time frame the romance happens in (it..took some adjusting for me to be honest), I was still absolutely emotional over Yadriel and Julian oh my goodness. They’re so sweet with each other!! WAUGH. I was anxious for a devastating ending most of the time, but wherever my heart was broken, it was healed with some of Yadriel’s brujx magic by the time I’d finished reading. (So corny I know but SHUSH.) The “last day” chapter/scene in the book also just radiated comfort haha. (Perhaps I’m biased though, as I tend to feel in colors and around this point I had enough of an emotional attachment to form the “nostalgic nighttime blues with a light yellow and orange-yellow haze feeling. Which I shall always associate with the smell of a well-kept hotel room now, thanks to the location I finished this book.) Julian opening up eventually, and his immediate acceptance of Yadriel was also very sweet. They were overall very sweet, even if the circumstances they were in meant that they made very “hormonal teen” decisions at times. It didn’t feel like a product of bad writing lmao I’m sure that was intentional.

Yadriel was also a spectacular example of authentic transmasculine representation. I was delighted to read a sentence that mentioned a binder, resonated with his experiences of gender dysphoria, and although he faces a lot of struggle to be seen as who he is within his family, that was handled with care. I also loved the different Latine cultures present in the families in the book, there were different touches added to Dia De Muertos and it brought a very home-y feel to some of the atmosphere of the book. (Saying “some of” because the other parts of the story are horror of course sjkskjbdfbk) On all fronts, the representation was great :).

Also, if the story seems interesting to you based on the premise, but you don’t really enjoy horror, keep in mind that the stuff in this is pretty tame! There’s a few gnarly details, like (slight spoilers) an attempted human sacrifice towards the end, and of course some of the spirits turning “maligno”(conjugent for “malignant”, they become corrupted before they’re forced to leave the surface world, your standard horror elements stuff ensues), but that’s about it. While spirits/ghosts and the existence of what’s technically witches in this realm means that it belongs under the horror category, at least I as a reader thought it fit more just under the paranormal genre. The only other horror book I’ve read on here is The Witchery, and I’d say it’s a teensy bit more spooky than that on the scale? All I have to say for that.

Anyhow! Last thing I feel like talking about is that I liked how the theme of death was handled throughout the book? In several ways, our characters were trying to find closure and there’s multiple very realistic depictions of grief. I’m kinda running out of rambling juice here, so I don’t have much else to add, but it was interesting to see the different facets of loss(I would elaborate on all of them, but I don’t feel like typing up a Spoiler Segment here and it would probably contain mild to moderate spoilers if I did that without warning). It made this a melancholy read, in my opinion.

Overall! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5 stars, no doubt :D! (the third book on here to be given a 5-star rating, there to join When The Angels Left The Old Country by Sacha Lamb and The Lesbiana’s Guide To Catholic School by Sonora Reyes!)

Paz, signing off!

(Book trigger/content warnings: Misgendering/deadnaming, mentions of transphobia, mentions of deportation, some instances of experienced racism, grief(loss of a parent), blood and body horror.)

[lestatslestits]

I posted 1,949 times in 2022

That's 496 more posts than 2021!

304 posts created (16%)

1,645 posts reblogged (84%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882

@lestatslestits

@curetapwater

@thewarnerbrothers

@c-has-a-blog

I tagged 1,846 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#we have no taste but we like queue - 948 posts

#animaniacs - 340 posts

#iwtv - 160 posts

#laugh - 96 posts

#orville peck - 78 posts

#happy - 58 posts

#patb - 51 posts

#poto - 51 posts

#yeah - 45 posts

#encanto - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#his sister is making clothes for someone who he basically describes as ‘whatever they saw in birdbox’ and he’s just like ‘yeah seems legit’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

1,881 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#4

I think the biggest tragedy about Diego is how close he was to having a normal life.

The majority of the other siblings (with the possible exception of Allison, although the more we learn about the scope of her powers, the more unlikely I think it is) were probably never going to have anything approaching normalcy, no matter where they ended up. Luther was always going to be incredibly strong. Klaus was always going to see the dead. Five would always be able to manipulate space and time, Ben would always have something monstrous just beneath his skin, Viktor would have been incredibly powerful, if unsuppressed by Reginald. None of that equates to normalcy. It doesn’t make the abuse they suffered from Reginald any less tragic, but it ensures that, by and large, their powers would have made them recognizably different from others, no matter where they ended up, in a way that would have interfered with them living a normal life.

And then there’s Diego. Diego, who came so close to being someone’s unusual story—this guy they knew once who could stay underwater for longer than anyone you’ve ever seen, and who won his beer money every weekend because he’s never once lost a game of darts. Casually weird, but not unbelievably so. Just a guy with some odd quirks. “My mom had one of those cryptid pregnancies,” he said once. Someone laughed at him, said, “I think they’re called cryptic.” “Yeah, whatever.” No one questioned it.

I dunno. I think about it a lot.

2,393 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

It’s so funny how often creators make autistic characters without meaning to do it.

You make a quiet character who is bad at expressing their emotions and comes off as gruff as a result? Autistic.

You make a manic pixie dream girl? Autistic.

You make a character whose sole purpose is to be as out in left field as possible? Autistic.

You make a character who just knows So Much Information Holy Shit? Autistic.

3,065 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#2

I think Allison should make some kind of comment about how she’s the only sibling who isn’t a guy and then Klaus should be like “surprise, motherfuckers”

4,255 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why is it always Blorbo from MY shows? Reblog and tell me who your parents’ Blorbos are. I’ll go first: the entire cast of Downton Abbey.

15,359 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

I have literally no memory of what that tag was in regard to. The rest tracks, though.

Also very embarrassing that IWTV is my third most used tag of the year, considering when the show came out.

[innocencefactoryblog]

OCTOBER FILM DIARY 2023

In lieu of no longer having access to my Letterboxd, I will be keeping a diary of films at the end of every month, with some thoughts about them.

I did not watch enough horror films this October! I guess I made up for it slightly with SAW X aka the greatest cinema experience of my life. If you can, go and see a film in 4DX. I promise it is worth every penny. I really was not expecting much, but those seats shake you about like nobody's business. I felt like I was in a Saw trap! 10/10! Aside from that, hmmmm. I guess Di Humani Corporis Fabrica was more gross than any horror film I’ve ever seen. I am a transgender body horror writer for fucks sake of course I am afraid of the human body! Thanks Lucien and Verena, wish I could have seen it in 4DX. I finally got around to watching Unfriended: Dark Web, which is a piece of cinematic genius I will probably write something longer and more coherent about. Watch this space! Oh, and my partner showed me Cable Guy which was totally unsettling and the only time I have genuinely enjoyed watching Jim Carey act. A film I need to revisit when I am more awake for sure. 

Obvs for Halloween I had to maintain my 3 year strong tradition of not going out anywhere, ordering Chinese, and watching horror films. I began with Beyond The Darkness, a solid late 70s Italian taxidermy/ incest horror which features my favourite Goblin score of all time. Surprisingly though, my next choice of Evil Dead Rise was a total treat. Fun set pieces, interesting cinematography and characters I actually cared about, the sort of film that would have scared me shitless at a sleepover in the best way possible. My partner hadn’t seen Talk To Me yet, so we watched that together over dinner. I hadn’t seen Talk To Me since I watched it in the Westfield Vue (an experience in itself!), and so was happy to discover that the film holds up on rewatch. I was still scared! Thinking of that one depiction of Hell/limbo in particular! Not a film, but I found some time to start playing back through Undertale this Halloween, because Undertale is brilliant and there is nothing more to say on the matter. 

Something always gets in the way of my October horror film plans is the Film Bro Mecca that is LFF. Holy shiiiit I managed four days of straight festivalling and was exhausted! How do you Film Bros do it? Can someone make me unemployed so I can join you all? I didn’t see anything totally terrible, which is unusual for LFF, but possibly because I chose not to wake up at 6am to queue for Saltburn. Frederick Wiseman went beyond my expectations with Les Menus Plaisirs Les Troisgros, which was four hours long, but could have been longer, and was easily my film of the festival. All Us Strangers made me cry so hard that someone next to me, who I didn’t know, asked if I was okay lol, so my judgement there is clouded. It gets the weeping pass. Killers of the Flower Moon was of course great, and worth waking up at 5am for. Myself and my friend were the first in the queue, which made me realise that LFF queuing culture has died post pandemic, but then our egos were so inflated that we totally failed to get into Late Night With The Devil because we thought there would be no queue and opted for coffee instead oops. So what do I know! 

Aside from that, I had great times with Cruising and Multiple Maniacs, because of course I did. One is by one of my favourite directors and one is just so stupidly my shit. Both brilliant, both films you can put on at parties. I did NOT have a great time watching The Killer, David Fincher’s new output. It hwas just….boring? Sorry David, I wish I had more to say than that. Blah blah blah it’s supposed to be like that, I know! But I don’t care! I wasn’t interested! I wanted slow, not boring, there’s a difference !!! !!!!!!!! Regardless, October was a good month, filmwise, and November looks like it’s bringing some exciting new releases. AND I have co-programmed Crumb at the Cartoon Museum for the end of the month! If you’re in London, you should totally come (https://www.cartoonmuseum.org/whats-on-events/crumb)! I’m making zines and introducing it and everything! It’s not all bad out there! 

DIARY

1st - SAW X, Kevin Greutert, 2023. Truly insane start to the month, the best in the Saw franchise and the best going to the cinema experience of my entire life. Watched in 4DX at Wandsworth Cineworld. 

2nd - No Stone Unturned, Alex Gibney, 2017. 

3rd - Kitchen Sink, Alison Maclean, 1989 (Short). 

4th - The Cable Guy, Ben Stiller, 1999. 

5th - Multiple Maniacs, John Waters, 1970. 

6th - Red Rooms, Pascal Plante, 2023 (LFF). Watched in Picturehouse Central. 

7th - Killers Of The Flower Moon, Martin Scorsese, 2023 (LFF). Worth waking up at 5am for. Watched in Picturehouse Central. 

7th - Unmoored, Caroline Ingvarsson, 2023 (LFF). Watched in Picturehouse Central. 

7th - Stopmotion, Robert Morgan, 2023 (LFF). Watched in Picturehouse Central. 

7th - Fallen Leaves, Ari Kaurismaki, 2023 (LFF). Watched in SouthBank Centre, this is the last time I ever see a film in the SouthBank Centre. 

8th - All Us Strangers, Andrew Haigh, 2023 (LFF). Cried so ridiculously hard and every film bro saw me trying to hide outside the screen. Watched in Picturehouse Central 

9th - Menus Plaisirs Les Troisgrois, Frederick Wiseman, 2023 (LFF). Film of the festival. Watched in Picturehouse Central. 

9th - Evil Does Not Exist, Ryusuke Hamaguchi, 2023 (LFF). Watched in Picturehouse Central. 

10th - Cruising, William Friedkin, 1980. 

13th - Unfriended: Dark Web, Stephen Susco, 2023. A work of filmmaking genius. 

13th - Adaptation, Charlie Kaufman, 2002. 

15th - The Wickerman, Robin Hardy, 1973 (Rewatch). 

15th - Matinee, Joe Dante, 1993. 

17th - The Goonies, Richard Donner, 1985. 

18th - The Old Oak, Ken Loach, 2023. Watched in Ritzy Cinema Brixton. 

22nd - Songs From The Second Floor, Roy Andersson, 2000. 

23rd - My Best Fiend, Werner Herzog, 1999. 

28th - Cobweb, Samuel Bodin, 2023.  

29th - Di Humani Corporis Fabrica, Verena Paravel + Lucien Castaing-Taylor, 2022. Having been a big fan of Levithan (2012), I had high expectations for this and did not disappoint. One of the most difficult films I have ever watched, physically recoiled at certain points. 

29th - Gummo, Harmony Korine, 1997 (Rewatch). 

30th - The Killer, David Fincher, 2023. Snooze. Watched in Ritzy Cinema Brixton. 

31st - Beyond The Darkness, Joe D’Amato, 1979. 

31st - Evil Dead Rise, Lee Cronin, 2023.

31st - Talk To Me, Danny Philippou and Micheal Philippou, 2022 (Rewatch). 

Films of the month: Multiple Maniacs, Cruising, Les Menus Plaisirs Les Troisgros, SAW X 

Link for Crumb tickets: https://www.cartoonmuseum.org/whats-on-events/crumb

[imthebadguyyy]

i was tagged by the lovely @querencva to do this tag game, thank you so much for the tag, i loved doing this! 💜

1. Why did you choose your url?

when i was choosing the name, i had an obsession with billie eilish (which i still do ksksk) and bad guy was my jam, and then i never really got to changing it lol, but it's become my name now so it all worked out!! i also never thought i'd actually get to posting so i just picked something random : ))

2. Any side blogs?

yes, but it's all pure bs so i'd rather not mention it 💀

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I've been on tumblr for a little over a year actively, only started actually using it towards the end of 2020 and started posting in 2021, earlier i just had the app and didn't use it because i didn't know how lol

4. Do you have a queue tag?

no, i never even use my queue, and the one time i tried i messed it up so 💀

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i've always loved reading and writing and exploring new stuff, and one day i randomly stumbled upon this app when i had my peaky blinders obsession, and i fell in lobve with the blogs and people here. then i started to write and reblog and stuff and i just eventually fell in love with how much fun it was, and when i developed an interest in F1, i met a bunch of people who also shared my interest !!

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it's a picture of lewis on a bike, which was my favourite photo from that photoshoot!!

7. Why did you choose your header?

i edited all the photo's from the WSJ mag photoshoot together because it remains superior 😌

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

hmm, it'd have to be this one and this one, this and this but y'all have shown so much love to so many of them!!

9. How many mutuals do you have?

i have a few but i'm lazy as a guesstimate would be like 20?? there may be more i'm just not counting 😂

10. How many followers do you have?

currently, i have 710 followers (holy guacamole) and i love and every one of em <33

11. How many people do you follow?

i follow 76 people!

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

i don't know??

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

way too often, i have no social life 🤧

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

nope, it takes time and energy i just don't have

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

i think people should have the choice to reblog what they want, but this is a difficult one. if it's about needing help or for a humanitarian crisis i feel the need to reblog it, but once again it depends on personal preferences, but reblogging is just a click of a button and if it makes someone happy or helps them, might as well!

16. Do you like tag games?

i love em!!

17. Do you like ask games?

YES i do but for some reason, i can never get people to participate in ask games lmao

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

oh lots of em, and as they should be!!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

nope, but i love em all

20. Tags!

tagging @grandestrategia @theonly1outof-a-billion @e44hamilton @lucent-knight @itsallyscorner @heureux4430 @soadoya @quillsink and whoever wants to, as always, only if you want to !! 💜

[aghostpost]

An Indecent Proposal (Kento Nanami x Reader)

A/N: This is gonna be multiple chapters, just a heads up! For all my jjk lovers and Nanami simps (self included duh)! This is chapter 1. Hope you enjoy~ ♥

4:28 in the afternoon. That’s two and a half hours of unofficial overtime.

“Shauna, I need dinner reservations tomorrow night at Edo for 7, 7:30 at the latest. I want the back room, and for the love of everything holy, do not seat us near the restrooms.”

“You want a last minute dinner rez at one of the busiest restaurants in the city on a Saturday night. Did I get that right?”

“I’ve seen you make miracles happen before.”

That makes a total of about seven and a half hours of overtime over the last three days.

“Yup, I’ll have everything emailed to you before we dive back in Monday morning.”

Now that I think about it, I’ve been going nonstop for what? Eight, nine days now? Holy fuck. If I wasn’t getting a commission the size of Atlas’ biceps I would have passed this client off months ago.

“Great job, guys. Enjoy the casino, enjoy the hotel. Relax, grab some drinks; you all earned it.”

I was actually the one that deserved it. Hell, I deserved an all expenses paid vacation, sunbathing butt naked on a yacht sailing the French Riviera.

I sighed. There was no sense in dwelling on anything at all that would not expedite this casino deal trip. Whining didn’t pay the bills or for my Mercedes to get detailed. In fact, overtime is exactly what did, no matter how much it sapped every drop of energy I had stored inside these tired ol’ bones. The herd thinned in the hotel conference room, everyone filing out after another long day of negotiations until I was the last man standing. I sighed, taking a seat at the head of the long mahogany table, gently twisting myself from side-to-side. I closed my eyes in deep thought, taking advantage of the moment’s peace I was finally given.

I just needed to make it through this weekend. Myself and a small team of associates were tasked by our law firm with overseeing our client’s purchase of the Paradisio Casino. Technically it was a conveyance, since our client bought out the place from the previous owner, but that was neither here nor there. We’d been working on this deal for months and finally, after this last week of finalizing agreements and signing this or that contract, running over every document with a fine tooth comb, we were wrapping up our business. Typically I didn’t opt to spearhead teams for acquisitions of this magnitude; the daily migraines and babysitting of interns and the few newborn junior associates was more than enough to choose being a team player over a leader. But when one of the names on the building personally handpicks you, you show up, zero questions asked, and you make sure they made the right choice in choosing you.

The bulk of the work was finished today. All I had left of this trip was a few minor loose ends to tie and a congratulatory dinner with our client, and then I could fly back home and get back to normalcy: expensive business brunches and assessing properties with realtors for whatever ambitious young couple I represent looking to buy a space for their… I don’t know, fucking pet cafe? I reclined in the rolling desk chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Fuck.” I don’t remember the last time I truly felt this tapped, like I’d just run the real estate attorney decathlon. I kept reminding myself I’d soon reap the fruits of my labor, but I was reaching the point of feeling like I had deluded myself. This particular assignment was the kinda work that would gray my hair early if I kept at it. This was certainly a one time and one time only operation for me.

I spent some more time on my laptop drafting a few emails to send before I decided my work day was officially over, because once I clock out, I really clock out. When my eyes started to glaze over and my screen read less like English and more like hieroglyphics, that was my queue to finally gather my shit and head to my hotel room. The moment I swiped my keycard and crossed the threshold I kicked off my heels, my feet instantly relieved by the cool marble flooring as I padded my way to the full length mirror beside the wardrobe. I stared at myself as I undressed, admiring the best parts of my body and fully ignoring the parts that needed fine tuning. What I noticed most was how drained I looked. I felt like no matter how long I stayed in bed, I wouldn’t return to how youthful I was prior to this case. This shit essentially shaved about four years from my goddamn life. I spoke to the virtual assistant offered in all the rooms here and asked for the time; a gentle female voice with an accent I couldn’t quite pinpoint informed me it was 6:33pm. I pulled on the complimentary bathrobe and grabbed my laptop before I climbed onto the plush bed. I checked my email for what I said would be the last time of the evening, but I knew better than to believe myself. I didn’t make it to my position by not making myself readily available for anything my career required of me.

Live for the job, die for the job. Loser.

“Shut the hell up.” I rolled my eyes, both at my own thoughts and also at the fact I was now speaking out loud to myself. I always thought that people that I’d catch talking to themselves were always stressed out and typically overworked, but I ignored that when it came to myself. My rules never applied to me, except the rule that says my rules don’t apply to me. I didn’t argue with my logic.

Unfortunately, that tiny negative thought I just planted had already taken root, and now I did feel like a fuckin’ loser. I encouraged everyone to enjoy the weekend and here I was, in bed before seven and checking emails. The most excitement I had came from an email I spotted from my personal shopper saying he got a Christian Dior connect to hold goods for me now. But I recognized this pattern: whenever he hooked up with a new guy, there were perks I’d reap the benefits from until they had some inevitable falling out and the perks stopped. Knowing Devin’s penchant for self sabotage with every relationship he’s had since being in my employ, I rushed to open a browser tab to the Christian Dior site; I had to jump on this one stat.

I shot him an email with the link to two bags I wanted and felt a little better about beating myself up, but it wasn’t enough. Why was I holed up in here? Surely the casino was big enough that I wouldn’t find myself tagging along with interns and baby lawyers, right? And if not, I was in the city! There was plenty to do here, an abundance of places to be someone else other than Y/N Y/L/N, loser at law.

“... Fuck it.” I slammed my laptop shut, knowing if I stayed on it any longer I’d be looking for porn to top myself off and wind up passing out before the sun fully fucking set. I hopped off the bed and set a playlist for the night, connecting my phone to the virtual assistant, and went to take a quick shower to refresh myself and wash away any residual thoughts of loserdom. I had no set plan for tonight, so I needed to wear an anything goes kind of fit. And black. Black was as “anything goes'' as it gets, and had the magical effect of making me feel like I could conquer the world when I wore it. I settled on a classic LBD that hugged all the right curves and bulges, and some ruching that hid all the undesired ones. The square neckline tastefully, not desperately, showcased the girls, while long mesh sleeves offered a peek at my skin underneath that made you want to peel them back for a better look, maybe even a touch. The dress came to mid-thigh, my legs glowing and smooth as butter, courtesy of the full body massage and scrub I treated myself to prior to the trip. I always made sure to get any and all grooming and maintenance done before traveling, since I never knew what trouble I’d kick up in a town I had the security of knowing I’d never see any hookups again once I left. Bootycalls aside, when I felt my best I performed my best at work, and I never felt better than I did after waxing and exfoliating myself dolphin smooth.

I piled the curly mess on my head into a messy but sexy top bun, threw on some gold hoops and a few complimenting rings before finishing a simple yet effective makeup look. Begrudgingly I climbed into some black heels with thin straps I had to wrap and tie around my ankles, and finally I was able to spritz on some perfume, grab my clutch and head out for the night. I decided I would kick my evening off downstairs at the hotel bar for a drink or two and give myself more time to figure out what the hell I wanted to do tonight.

“How are we startin’ the night off, hun?” the bubbly brunette behind the bar asked me, setting a bar napkin before me as I seated myself on the vinyl bar stool.

“I think I’ll take a gin and tonic with a squeeze of lime.”

“You got it.” I rested my clutch before me and took small glances at my surroundings. I didn’t spot anyone from the firm, and wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Yes, it would be refreshing not to have to discuss work even at a lighthearted capacity, or go through the big wow moment of someone seeing me informally and in outside clothing. But also I wouldn’t have minded being in familiar company. No matter. I didn’t hesitate when it came to striking conversation with a stranger. Once my drink was placed on the bar napkin, I pinched my straw for a sip as I spun around on my stool, crossing my right leg over my left. I surveyed the room for potential; naturally I looked for moneybags. Not because I needed a man with money to entertain me, or for any other reason, but I was used to doing so for work. People with money tended to want to buy new property, which meant a textbook of real estate laws for acquiring said property, which is where I came in.

I thought maybe I’d have better luck at the casino, where at least the highrollers would be a lot easier to spot, until I made eye contact with a particular gentleman. I wasn’t inclined to point out physical features as checks off the list, since being attractive wasn’t a sign of significant wealth. Instead, I noticed the quality of the clothes he was wearing, his watch if he was wearing one, and above all else his shoes. You could tell just about anything about a man by what he had on his feet. Unfortunately my view was a bit obstructed by another bar patron, but I was almost certain he’d approach me after the look I just gave before rotating back to facing the bar.

But not before I noticed the aforementioned bar patron, and he got a glance at me for a fleeting moment the same time I spotted him.

Now I was very good at playing out of sight, out of mind. The moment I turned my back to him he ceased to exist in this room. The one, single time I broke my rule and slept with a co-worker, although technically we didn’t work directly together under the same firm, my decision found a way to kick me in the ass. I ran into Kento Nanami a handful of times at work-related functions. I was a  conveyancer, a real estate lawyer to the common man, at Hilman & Klein, and he was a financial advisor at another building in the same work district. Our paths often crossed; he would represent some pretty big silent investors, and I was usually the one convincing people like him to have their employer hire me in the event they wanted to buy new properties. As it happens, we had the same boss this time around. Because we didn’t work in the same office, it was so easy to avoid him, so it never even crossed my mind that he would possibly be here.

And now here we were.

You know that android isn’t gonna make a fuss, shut up.

True. Kento was far too callous in my opinion to even think to come over here and kick up dust. Actually, that was part of why I figured him an ideal candidate for a work conference hookup; he seemed pretty cut and dry, like the last person to react in any fashion that would complicate a strictly just sex situation. A simple one and done! I always chalked it up to the alcohol that he was even showing any inkling of emotion during our little tryst. But that was just one night, and every interaction after that was as if it never even happened which I couldn’t be more thankful for. My shoulders relaxed as I let out a sigh of relief and ordered a shot of tequila to snuff out any budding tension in my nerves. I looked over my shoulder to see if I could find my mystery guy, and instead I was met with Kento about three and a half steps away from me.

Fuck!

“Are you shittin’ me…” I mumbled under my breath to myself, my jaw clenching. I quickly faced forward. Maybe I’d need more than just one shot.

“Did you just arrive today?” he asked, helping himself to the bar stool to my right.

“Nope. Kinda been leading this whole thing. Been here since Tuesday.”

“Hm. Funny, this is my first time seeing you and I’ve been here since Sunday.”

“You been lookin’ for me, Kento?”

“Not particularly.”

Lying fuck.

I rolled my eyes. “Where’s that white-haired hemorrhoid that usually tags along with you?”

“Gojo’s around here somewhere, probably harassing your interns.”

“Like a fox in the hen house. Of course they’ll eat up whatever he throws their way, too.” Finally a tiny glass of tequila rimmed with salt slid across the bar for me, a lime wedge placed on my napkin along with it.

“He has a way of charming the impressionable.”

I shook my head and lifted my glass. “They’re not impressionable, just dumb.” I licked my rim, took my shot and quickly sucked the lime wedge immediately after. “Besides, I’d never admit this to him directly but he’s got an impressive reputation in our field.”

“So he charmed you at some point as well?”

I scoffed, reaching into my clutch for some cash to settle my tab. “The moment Satoru opened his mouth, whatever respect I had for him was blasted to shit. I’m impressed by his performance as a lawyer, nothing else.” I tossed a crisp hundred onto the bar and slid from my stool. “Give him another round of whatever he’s having, on me, and keep the change.”

“You know, you don’t have to scurry off every time we run into each other at one of these things.”

Ignored. “I’m assuming you’ll be at the dinner tomorrow night?”

“I am chief financial advisor for our mutual client. I helped seal this deal as much as anyone else.”

I rolled my eyes. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then, Kento.”

“Y/L/N.”

Snooty tight ass. That last name only shit was always his first class ticket under my damn skin. It always felt kinda condescending, like I was being half-assed acknowledged. On my way out I scanned the room one final time for Mr. Mystery to no avail, so I headed in the direction of the casino. I reached into my clutch once again to exchange enough cash into chips to get me into the highrollers den. I wasn’t a gambler by any means, but for a night I could be. I looked around for a table that wasn’t too busy and found a blackjack table with my name on it. Only two other players, both old, both women.

“Any drinks for you tonight, miss?” the floor attendant came beside me to ask.

I looked to my left with a friendly smile. “Ladies, what are we drinking?”

I wound up with a Long Island for myself, and a cran-vodka and an Arnold Palmer for my two new friends. I sat for a couple hands just spectating before getting in on the action myself. I wound up winning six hands and losing three before bidding my girls good luck with the rest of their evening and heading to the next table.

“There’s my girl!” I heard booming behind me, over the arcade-like chimes of slot machines. I turned around and wished to every holy deity that I hadn’t. “Now the fun can really begin!”

“Stop before people think we know each other!”

“We missed you earlier; I thought for sure you’d be at the meeting with the new owner.” He instantly hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me closer to him.

“Jesus-” I sighed as I struggled to free myself from his grip, readjusting my dress. “I was in a closing meeting all day. I’ll be seeing him tomorrow night.”

“A night visit from the big man?” he asked suggestively, wiggling his stark white brows. “Women have it so easy.”

“It’s only been three minutes, snowflake. Usually the sexism doesn’t kick in for an hour.”

“Luckily for you, I’m already four drinks and three shots in, so you’ll hafta excuse me.”

“Any drinks for you two tonight?” another floor attendant came around to ask.

“Yes! I-” Satoru started.

“-He’s fine, but I’ll take another Long Island, thank you.” The attendant smiled with a nod and a be right back before he was on his way.

“Booooo. Keep it up and you might tie with Nanamin for biggest buzzkill, Y/N.”

Oh fuck. That reminded me: if Satoru was here, it was safe to assume that Kento wasn’t far behind. “Actually,” I said with a playful grin, “why don’t you take my drink. I’m gonna go find the ladies room.”

"Now we’re talkin’,” he exclaimed with excitement and his signature smile showcasing every tooth in his fat head.

I laughed to myself as I made a dash for it, successfully shaking Snow White and making my way to a craps table in my view. As a rule I never rolled dice, too worried I’d cause everyone at the table to lose money, so I sat comfortably as a spectator and sized up the flow of things. I chose a good horse to bet on and began stacking my chips when it was their turn to roll, my fresh Patron margarita with me. As I sipped I chuckled to myself thinking of whether or not Satoru had figured out I was gone with the wind while he was drinking my Long Island.

“C’mon, big money big money. Mama needs a new Boston brownstone…”

“Final bets!” the dealer called. I stared at the table eagerly when an arm extended beside me, dropping two $100 chips on the table. Immediately the sexy watch around his wrist screamed at me, so I turned to look at the body and the man it was attached to.

“Didn’t peg you as a gambling man.”

“When in Rome.”

“Are you stalking me now, Kento?”

“Gojo told me he saw you headed in this direction.”

How the fuck did he know?! My eye twitched infinitesimally. I’d have some words for him at the dinner tomorrow that I’m almost certain he’d be attending. “You lookin’ for me?”

My horse rolled the dice, and both my chips and Kento’s were removed from the table. Fuck. I collected another $100 chip and placed the same bet; it would take more than one bad roll for me to give up on my trusty steed. I noticed Kento placed the same $200 bet, the show off.

“I would like to talk to you.”

“About? I’m off the clock.”

“Nothing work-related, technically.”

Technically? “Can it wait?”

“I think it’s waited long enough,” he spoke as he raised his plastic cup to his lips. “Don’t you?” he asked before taking a sip of the iced dark brown liquid.

I sighed. “What is there to talk about?”

“Not that I need to spell it out for you, but I will, if that’s the game you’re playing. The San Francisco conference.”

Another roll, this one kinder than the last. Both of our chips doubled and while I removed mine from the table, Kento left his to remain in the exact same position. “What about it? It came, it went.”

“Well, did I screw up somehow that night?”

I turned to him with a look of incredulity, an arched brow shooting upward. “What??”

“Did I say anything I shouldn’t have?”

Okay, maybe I was wrong about him being extremely indifferent and robotic. A person that truly could not care wouldn’t be asking me questions like this. I scoffed before taking another sip of my cocktail. “No, Kento.”

“Then perhaps it was something I did.”

I took a quick jog down memory lane to recount that evening. It was a long day of meetings, convention panels, and a lot of networking that inevitably proved very fruitless. I remember how annoyed I was that most of the activities I participated in that day were mandatory for the firm, so I was grateful I would be flying back home the following morning. This was almost two years ago, and at that point I had been working at Hillman & Klein for almost 4 years, which seems like a long time in theory but I was still considered fresh blood around the place. I wanted to show up and be a team player and do so with a smile but fuck I couldn’t wait to get back home. It’s common practice for these work events to end with a bang. While others opted to indulge in more questionable party favors, I was fine with just drinking that night. That’s how I wound up bumping into Satoru at the open bar and two of his good friends, Suguru and of course Kento. I grew tired of drunkenly mixing up the two names so I wound up spending more time talking to Kento.

Initially I thought he was incredibly boring and for the life of me couldn’t see how someone like Satoru wound up with a friend like him. The two were apples and oranges, night and day. I just enjoyed flirting with him that night, watching the muscles in his face pull just slightly in reaction to my toying with him. Not to mention that he was a fairly attractive man and he could keep up with me on an intellectual level, maybe even teach me a thing or two. He wasn’t a hard man to like, aside from him constantly appearing like he didn’t wanna be bothered. I could see how a nuisance like Satoru Gojo had fun poking at Kento, as I soon found joy in doing the same. Somehow I bullied him right into my room that night, and one thing led to another. As memories of our bedroom jostling came flooding back to me, I couldn’t think of one single thing that could have been misconstrued as bad, in behavior or performance. He was just shy of the perfect gentleman once I chiseled away at his cold exterior, and to my surprise he wasn’t bad in the sack, either.

Not bad at all.

I snapped back to the present before my imagination got the better of me and eyed Kento. The expression on his face of course didn’t match any of the concern for me that he spoke. He was staring at me while I stood reminiscing, and sighed at my silence and redirected his attention back to the craps table. “It was nothing you did,” I finally said.

“So nothing I did, and nothing I said. Hm.”

“What answer you lookin’ for in particular?” I finished my drink and took a partially melted ice cube in my mouth.

“I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out why you avoid me the way you do, but if you’ve got nothing and I’ve got nothing then the answer is simple: you just dislike me.”

My ice crunching was promptly interrupted by an eruption of laughter. This man was no robot at all! “Wait, what? That’s the conclusion you came to??”

He looked at me for a moment before placing another bet. “Was that funny?” he asked as he continued idly thumbing his chips and staring at the table, clearly not amused.

I composed myself, swallowing the ice threatening to fall from my mouth. “It’s a bit of a stretch, no?”

“You have yet to tell me a better reason…”

“Tell you what: you win this roll, I’ll tell you.”

He smacked his teeth under his breath. “And if I don’t?” He sipped his drink again, side eyeing me.

I shrugged. “Then it’s business as usual. I see you, we exchange pleasantries, and then go about our day.”

“I hardly call anything after San Francisco pleasant… ”

I stepped a bit closer to him and stared with anticipation at the table, eager to see what fate was in store for curious little Kento. “Don’t be dramatic, I haven’t been that bad. Besides, that was like two years ago.”

“Hm.” He said nothing else and as the dealer called for final bets, we watched in complete silence.