#I have him as my wallpaper with noah

[sometimesmaybespoof]

HOLY COW KRUGSTON IS COOKING AGAIN AAAAGHG

This goes insanely hard like woah woah Agh I must redraw this immediately

"They pulling at his exposed nerve ending" fellow Krug enjoyer (you know who you are :3 )

[samanthasgone]

Running out of space on google photos so I’m deleting a lot of my old emails and i found this. Jolly liked one of my tweets 11 years ago when he use to be Her Bright Skies. How crazy is that now that he’s in Bad Omens?

[thefallennightmare]

Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian-Teaser #2

Here is another little teaser snippet! I'm still working on it and would like to get it posted sometime this week! Again, this is a reminder that this one shot will be very dark. I will post some of the trigger warnings below. Please read at your own risk and if you don't like the darker things, don't feel like you have to read it!

Snippet below the cut! (no pun intended)

18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, fluff, language, stalking, breaking and entering, watching someone sleep, blood, some medical talk, a very brief mention of bombing and the aftermath of it, a scene of someone receiving stitches, two mentions of the use of drugging, murder, torture, and smut which includes p in v, primal play, knife play, branding, mask kink, chasing through words, consensual nonconsensual, oral with female and male receiving, fingering, possible anal play, and edging. I might add more to the warnings the further I get along while writing. But for now, these are all the warnings so please, read at your own risk.

My screams echoed off of the crumbling wallpaper. The state of this room paled in comparison to the state my body was currently in. I yanked at the bindings on my wrist, trying to break free, but the metal of the handcuffs continued to bite into my skin. He'd managed to handcuff me to the headboard when I was too distracted with his mouth on my nipples earlier.

Horny bitch.

"Stop moving," the distorted voice demanded while now sitting directly on my hips, forcing me against the bed.

The tip of the knife tried to pierce my skin again causing me to buck up my hips towards him, doing whatever I could to overpower him. His dark eyes drank in the sight of me naked underneath him, blood slowly dripping down from the gash underneath my left breast.

"You're beginning to irritate me," Masked.Omens growled, pressing the knife deeper into my sensitive skin.

"Fuck you!" I spat up at him. "I signed up for sex tonight not to be carved like a fucking pumpkin!"

He tsked, the mask covering all of his facial features besides those eyes and those pump lips; the ones I'd been so desperate to taste. Like last time, he wore his entire get-up with the black jacket, black turtle neck, and black cargo pants. At least he kicked off his boots before he got into the bed with me, but those damn leather gloves and mask is what bothered me the most.

Why couldn't I see him? Feel his skin on mine?

Masked.Omens ignored my curses, simply kept digging the knife into the skin underneath my breast.

"It seems like you need a reminder of who you belong to, angel," his voice was laced with lust and I knew from how hard his dick was pressing against my inner thigh that he was getting off on branding me.

From the angle of my head, I was able to look down and see the mark he was carving. A circle with a dot in the middle.

"You're a psychopath!" I cried out a choked sob.

Masked.Omens clicked his tongue while cocking his head down at me. "I prefer creative."

[stardustsirenmelody]

Imagine doing a family halloween cosplay with Noah and your son 🥺

I know he loves Naurto so maybe Noah would be Sasuke, you would Sakura, and your son, Tristan, would be Naurto!

It would be Tristan's first Halloween and Noah would be so excited to take him trick or treating for the first time. Getting to pick out Tristan's costume would be his favorite part and the minute he saw the tiny Naurto costume, he knew he had to get it.

When y'all tried the costume on your son to make sure it fit, Noah's heart would melt seeing him in the tiny leaf village headband. Of course now you and Noah would have to match your son and y'all decided on Team 7.

The night of Halloween/Noah's birthday, you would take Tristan out for a little while before spending the rest of the night celebrating Noah's birthday. Everyone would coo at what a cute little family you were and give Tristan extra candy and other treats. Of course Noah would take tons of pictures of you and Tristan while you were out but another nice family would offer to take pictures of all 3 of y'all together, which would end up being Noah's phone wallpaper for years (his lock screen is a picture of y'all's first dance at your wedding).

After getting back home and putting Tristan to bed, you, Noah, and the guys would go threw your son's candy earning since he is too young to be eating candy yet. The rest of the night was spent just chilling with the rest of the band and crew.

Of course once everyone leaves, you'd give Noah his special birthday present 😉 (might even end up giving Tristan a little brother or sister).

Is totally not inspired by my Itachi cosplay for Halloween 🤭

See costume below the cut ✂️ (please ignore my cousin in the background)

[st4rgzer]

STICK SEASON matt sturniolo

genre: angst and just a bit of fluff at the end

summary: you have some unfinished business with someone you’ve missed more than you’d like to admit

cw!: self deprecation i think?

a/n: feeling very Noah Kahan ish

I went to Vermont to my parents house in a desperate attempt to find some comfort in anything, my childhood house came close to what I needed, even if the sad pink wallpaper pasted on my wall was peeling off, the bed, rusty, and the springs tired of supporting groups of chatting girls, or the mirror dusty from not having anyone stare into it to do their makeup for a while now, it still brought me a little bit of relief to have proof that I was once in a better place.

But now it was time to go “home” or at least what used to be home, now home has a different meaning. I’ve always struggled with selfishness, always having angry tendencies so I directly remove myself from the situation in order to avoid any nuisance I might provoke. Matt helped me. He saw the good in me as I saw the good in him, showing me that yelling isn’t the only way one can be heard, gentle words, whispers and sighs, worked effortlessly with him, everything envolving him meant being engulfed endlessly in light and sweetness. Now I’m stuck between the anger and the blame I can’t face, I tried to just remove myself from the situation.

“We can fix this please, I can fix this, I can change”

“I know you can, but I can’t be here, I don’t want to watch you destroy yourself, I’m tired of this”

That’s when he just drove off and left our future to the right. Rightfully so, I tend to play the victim, I’m trying to change, for him.

The phone dials again and the familiar voicemail appears, he used to call me forever now he can’t even call me back. I’m in Boston and I don’t think they’re home, but I’m terrified of knocking on their door.

Until I wasn’t. My body suddenly became 10 times heavier as I tried to drag myself to their doorstep, tempted to just run off and catch the next plane to nowhere. But I had to do this, for him, for me.

knock, knock, knock

One, two, three

The door opened and I was greeted with a very surprised Matt, he looked different from when I had seen him last, not in a bad way.

“what are you doing here” He blatantly said, quickly, he realized how brute he’d been and rectified his wording

“-i’m sorry, Hey y/n, what brings you…here?” He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as I began talking, it seemed my voice startled him, after all, it had been some time.

“I wanted to talk to you” I said, trying not to seem too stern. I had a habit of making situations more complicated then they had to be. He sighed and opened the door for me to walk through, the smell of bath and body works candle Nick bought for one of their videos (i’m sorry icba to use the pink sands reference) brought me back to the long movie sessions we’d have on their family couch, Mary Lou would bring us christmas cookies grannies would buy, I bought those last week, they didn’t taste the same.

“so um- long time…” He said walking behind the couch, creating some distance between us. He put his hands in his pockets and pursed his lips, I don’t think he was very happy to see me.

“yeah” I bit my inner cheek. Id come here to talk but I couldn’t seem to find any words right now, I wish it could be like it used to be, I wouldn’t have to say anything, he’d know what was wrong, he’d find the words for me.

“Matt I-” I took a deep breath and tried not to make a joke out of myself. “I know I have no right to show up at your doorstep unannounced, well I did call you but- that’s not the point. I’m sorry, yes that’s what I wanted to say, I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for fucking everything up and showing up in your life again and that’s not fair but I needed you to know I’m not a bad person, I’ve made mistakes and I can’t even say how sorry i am for hurting you in any way possible but I think about you everyday. I mean I see you everywhere, I see you when It rains, I see you when I discover a new song then I remember you recommended it to me, and I mean, I think what we had, what at least I thought we had, was something, you know? Now i see you mother and she doesn’t even remember me.” I inhaled sharply, my words spewing faster than I could breathe. I couldn’t figure out what Matt was thinking, if it was good or bad, well, I think in this situation it couldn’t be very good, one can hope.

A minute of silence passed by, the only sound that filled it was our steady-ish breaths, we looked at each other as if we were having a telepathic argument, however that would work, I thought telling a joke would ease the tension, I missed his laugh, maybe I’d get to hear it once again, but I don’t think i’m funny anymore.

“y/n…” My eyes were wide as I clawed into the couch in anticipation, not knowing if the next hour I would spend crying or whatever the other option was.

"I missed you too" his words were doubtful, he questioned himself, uncertain in wether he meant them or not.

“yes, I missed you. Maybe that’s bad, maybe I’m just a masochist, that, or you’re just engraved in my brain” He chuckled, his laughed remained the same, at least some things are how I remembered.

“so…you don’t hate me?” I said cautiously, analyzing his words in my mind to see if he really said what he said.

“I don’t think so, I’ve never hated you I don’t think. I couldn’t hate you, y/n, even if I tried, and trust me, I tried” His words almost seemed fake as I tried to fathom them, a puzzled look on my face that seemed to amuse Matt.

I nodded, not quite knowing what to respond just yet, or how to continue with the conversation. Figuring out any hidden meaning behind his slight smile, maybe everything was just really in my head, well, at least some part of it.

“I told Mary Lou you were going to be in town, I listened to you voicemails” He paused, looking away, almost embarrassed.

“I was nervous for you to come, I didn’t know how to feel exactly…But I definitely haven’t forgotten about you, the other day Chris accidentally bought two hats online, one was yellow, your favorite colour, is it still you favorite? Well, Nick reminded us”

I smiled. It was weird to hear that my name was thrown around in foreign conversations, I thought it may be a taboo here.

“It is. I’m glad, was Chris able to return the hat?” I said, thinking I sounded stupid to get that from the conversation instead of the important part, I tried to spark conversation.

“I kept it.” He said quietly, I smiled, a feeling of pity lingered in my stomach.

“I know this might be a long shot but, do you maybe want to get lunch, or coffee, or something with me? I’m in town till next week, if you want of course” I said, trying not to fumble my words, hoping to make things work, or just at least leave them a little better.

“sure”

A sudden childish excitement filled me, a feeling I had missed so dearly, a feeling I had when I was with Matt, as I could see.

“ok, text me?” I tilted my head, hopeful, relieved when he nodded. Saying things like this so casually still unsettled me slightly but I’ll try to ignore the feeling.

I guess lunch it is.

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[starsomens]

✨Request✨ about my embarrassment because embarassing myself is my hobby <3

reader's parents and younger brother (8 years old the young bastard😑💙 go pick up the reader at the end of the show, in that gentle moment when Noah chats a bit with fans. While he and the reader are chatting, the reader's younger brother approaches them and innocently asks "Is he that Noah guy you keep talking about in your sleep?🧐🤔" BABEGORL IMAGINE NOAHS FAACCEE IM FINISHEDD FOR LIFFEE😭😭

He come out of the concert absolutely exhausted, but absolutely fulfilled. You had one of the best nights of your life. The performance was amazing. The vocals were unforgettable and of course the boys as individuals was just a whole other experience. You were just a little little sad that you weren’t able to get VIP tickets in time but there was always the next show.

So here you were waiting outside for your parents to arrive. They’re about five minutes away, so it wouldn’t be too long. You scroll through your phone. Looking at the pictures you had taken tonight. You zoom in on a particular picture that you have taken nearly perfectly. It was a lead singer Noah and he looked fantastic. No it was very common but also pretty, looked down upon depending on who you asked to have a crush on the lead singer. as much as you try to avoid it or deny it, you definitely had a crush on him

His musical talents, his looks, and his vibe personality overall really draws people in, so could you really blame yourself? You sigh reliving the memory in your head.

“ maybe next time I’ll get into VIP “ you said to yourself wistfully

“ well, maybe that can be changed “ a voice comes from behind you you spin around to see none other than Noah Sebastian and Nick Rufillo. You felt your heart dropped into your ass you blink a couple of times look from side to side, not believing what you were saying. It was after the concert, and here was the band members themselves talking to you

You for a loss of words “I-I…. Your bad omens …” was all that you could muster

They both smile their heads “ that we are. Did you enjoy the show tonight? “ they asked and you not your head enthusiastically

“ it was so good I loved every second of it!” Compliment you’re more than sure that they could see the stars in your eyes from how you were gawking and rambling to them

“ Glad that you enjoyed, but how about a picture since you didn’t make it into VIP” offered you felt like you were dreaming at this point and you hope something would come and prove that it wasn’t a dream. As if the universe was listening to your thoughts at that very moment. Another voice comes behind you.

“Hi!” Slightly turned around to see your younger brother. “ is that your boyfriend?” he ask looking Noah up and down.

“Y/B/N! No, where’s mom and dad? Why are you here?” You ask as blush appears on your face. Your cheeks become aggressively red from embarrassment.

“ we’re here to pick you up remember” he said sarcastically pointing to the car. You just kept your mouth shut at that point because if you said anything else he’d make it worse.

“ hey how do I get a picture of you guys together?” Your mom offered pulling out her phones to take a picture. Your brother may have shown up to embarrassing you, but at least you were able to get a picture with Nick and Noah even if you weren’t able to get into VIP and see the rest of the boys.

Group together and take one or two pictures and thank them profusely

“ I know you” your brother says suddenly

And of course, Noah asks “oh you do do you enjoy the music too?“

“ not really but you my sister’s wallpaper and she talks about you in her sleep too”

You. were. Horrified. Sure your brother embarrasses you at times but why now? And in front of all people know Sebastian of bad omens. WHY???

You couldn’t move you couldn’t say anything you were completely petrified in your spot and just watched Noah’s eyes widen and surprise. A smile crossing his face in a light chuckle, escaping his lips.

“ well, I’m sure she does if she really likes her music” he was trying to save the embarrassment and redirect your brother in a different direction but of course this demon spawn says

“Mmm but she’s always staring at pictures of you saying how hot you are-“

“OKAY WELL IM TIRED and it’s time to go home and I have work in the morning”

“No you do-“

At that point, you sort of stuffing your brother into the backseat of the car and shut the door as fast as possible. You had nowhere to hide your face as a long size escapes your body. You had such a great night, and you even got to meet two of the band members and your brother just had to ruin the experience.

You felt the top of your shoulder and you turn around to see Noah, handing you a piece of paper those between his fingers. He gives you a soft smile and says.

“ we gotta get going, but have a safe drive and thanks for coming to the show”

“ thank you for taking a picture with me. I really appreciate it and again I love your music so much.” You think them and goodbye as they walk to you soon will be the tour bus

when all of a sudden you get into the car and put your headphones on completely ignore your brother. You look at the paper still in hands, folded. You take the paper and carefully open it, just enough for you to read.

It was autographed by Nick and Noah with a small note under Noah's name

"see you in your dreams ;)"

Your cheeks heat up and all you could do was fold it tightly and stuff it into your pocket. You'll make sure your brother doesn't ever see this one!

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Late-Night Swim–Joe Keery

"I'm so tired," Joe whined. "I hate these tours."

I smiled as I listened to my boyfriend complain about his job over the phone. I pulled my blanket up more and readjusted the pillow on my lap.

"I know you do, baby," I sighed. "But just think - a couple more weeks and you'll be off for the whole summer."

"Which means I get to be with you. All. Summer. Long."

I bit my lip when Joe moaned. He's been away filming the new season for five months. We saw each other for barely two weeks before he left for another three months to go on his press tour.

Joe and I met on set during the first season of Stranger Things. I was working in the costume department for another one of Netflix's shows, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. We ran into each other all the time. Eventually, he asked me out. We've been dating ever since. About two years ago, Joe and I decided to move in together so we would see each other more.

"How's your shop going?" He asked, changing the subject.

"It's good," I shrugged. "I just got a new client. I guess I should say, clients. It's a bride and her entire bridal party."

"That's amazing, babe!" Joe chuckled. "Is this from that group of groomsmen you had last week?"

"It is," I said, blushing at the fact that he remembered.

A year ago, I left Netflix to open my own boutique. I specialize in alterations and random pieces I've made and decided to sell. It's going okay. The friends I've made through Netflix have really helped. They've had me alter their dresses and suits for their premieres and parties. Through them, they've connected me to their friends. Things are slowly blossoming.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N," Joe said softly.

"Joe!" Someone yelled as they walked into wherever Joe was. "We're gonna be late, dude."

"You have to go?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I'll call you tonight?"

"I'll answer."

                                * * * * *

I looked around my empty shop, my eyes landing on my equally empty schedule. I glanced at the clock on my phone, my stomach sinking when I saw my wallpaper. It was a picture Joe and I took the day I opened my shop. We took the picture right before the shop officially opened.

I checked my schedule, smiling when I realized I could close down for a couple of days. My stomach did an excited flip as I opened a new tab on my computer and made the plans. That night, I was on my way to Chicago.

I got to the hotel the cast was staying at and checked in. I called Matt and he had a key waiting for me. I went upstairs and dropped off my stuff at Joe's room and washed up. A little while later, I headed down to the lobby. I only had to wait a few minutes before Joe and the rest of the Stranger Things cast walked in.

"Umm. . . Joe?" Gaten smirked when he noticed me before Joe did. "I think someone is here to see you?"

"What are you talking about?" The question got stuck in Joe's throat as he turned and saw me. His cast laughed as he ran over to me. I gasped when he picked me up and spun me around.

The second he put me on my feet, he pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as I slowly started kissing him back. We heard his castmates hoot and holler but we ignored them. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared at me.

"Hello to you too," I smirked.

"Hi," he whispered. He was about to lean in and press his lips back to mine but the kids started whistling and making jokes again.

"Get a room!" Noah yelled.

"I have one," Joe said under his breath. He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator.

The second the doors shut, Joe reattached his lips to mine. A small moan escaped as he pushed me up against the wall. I tightened my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.

"I missed you so much, baby," he moaned against my lips. I giggled when he leaned down and picked up my other leg so he was holding me.

We broke the kiss when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Joe didn't bother putting me down as he walked out of the elevator. He carried me down the hallway, toward his room.

"Joe," I chuckled when he struggled to get his room key. "Baby, do you wanna put me down so you can unlock the door?"

"Nope," he said a little too quickly. "I got it."

"Baby," I giggled. He sighed before finally putting me down. I kissed his cheek and moved so he could open the door.

The second it was open, I turned him around and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smirk as he pulled me in. We fell onto the bed, completely lost in ourselves.

We jumped apart when someone cleared their throat. We looked over to see Gaten in the doorway. My face was burning as Joe stood up, walked over, and slammed the door in Gaten's face. He turned around with his smirk that always made me feel giddy.

"Where were we?"

                                * * * * *

I looked over, smiling when I saw Joe was already watching me. I rolled over and cuddled into his chest. He laughed a little, pulling me closer.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"So you've said," I teased as I looked up at him. "Several times."

"I can't help it," he teased as he pulled me so I was laying on top of him. "You're just so gorgeous and it's been forever since we were together."

I sighed as I leaned my chin on his chest.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly as he glided his fingers up and down my bare back.

"You know how proud I am of you, right?"

"Of course," he chuckled.

"I am so incredibly proud of you, baby, but. . ."

His smile faltered. "What's wrong?"

"I hate how much you're gone," I finally confessed. I bit my lip, nervously looking up at him.

"I know," he sighed. "I hate it too."

"I don't want you thinking I'm not being supportive," I stuttered.

"I know you're supportive of my career, Y/N," Joe said without a second of hesitation. "I don't like being away from you any more than you do. Good news, though. We don't have to worry about it much longer."

"What do you mean?" I stuttered as I sat up a little.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" He teased. "The season we just got done filming is our last season."

"Really?" I gasped as I slowly rolled off of him. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself. "You're done?"

"I'm done," he whispered as he sat up, leaning in so his face was inches from mine.

"You're done," I whispered back. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. I broke the kiss with a soft moan. Joe reached up and stroked my arm.

"I'm done," he nodded. "Which means you won't be able to get rid of me."

"I don't want to."

Joe looked at the clock and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned us against the headboard.

"What do you want to do?" He asked. "We could order room service."

"How about we go for a walk?" I suggested.

"Sounds wonderful."

After we got dressed, we left the hotel and started walking around. We came across a hot dog cart and grabbed something to eat. We walked around the park more before heading back to the hotel. When we got back, we didn't head up to the room. Instead, we headed to the pool.

"Cannonball!"

I gasped as Joe ran by me and jumped in. I took a surprised step back as some of the splash hit me.

"What is wrong with you?" I giggled. "It's freezing outside. You're gonna get sick, Joe."

"Wimp."

"I am not a wimp," I scoffed. "I'm reasonable."

"Yeah yeah," he chuckled. "Ms. Y/N is always reasonable. It's why I love you."

"I love you too which is why I would like you to get out of that pool before you get sick," I sighed squatting next to the pool. "Especially if you're finally free from work. Can't spend the first week back home together with you being sick."

"You're right," he pouted. "Help?"

Joe reached up his hand. Like a gullible girl, I reached down to help him. The second I did, I knew it was a mistake. Joe's innocent smile turned into a smirk. The next thing I knew, I was in the pool with him.

I came to the surface, instantly running my hands on my face to move my hair. I turned around, scowling at my smirking boyfriend. I slapped a ton of water at his face, catching him off guard. This turned into a playful war.

I splashed water at him as he tried to get to me. When he did, he wrapped his arms around my waist. We played for a little longer before Joe pulled me over to the steps. I thought he was about to leave but he sat down.

Joe smirked as he pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, never looking away from me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I instantly started kissing him back.

Our lips moved messily in sync, our tongues battling each other. A shiver went down my back when a gust of wind hit us. Joe broke the kiss and looked at me with soft eyes.

"We should get inside," he whispered. "Can't have my favorite girl getting sick. Especially on her trip."

"I love you," I chuckled.

"I love you too."

[oldchoicesbooksupremacy]

Mini headcanon for ConnorNoahDevon

Their phone's wallpaper

Devon with their cracked, barely alive phone have a photo of either a random cute animal or Hilda in ILITW (I headcanon they're an animal lover).

Post ILW, my Devon who died and got ressurected, they got a new phone and the wallpaper is a selfie of them with Connor and Noah, they're on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie, Noah is falling asleep, his head on Connor's shoulder, Connor's smiling contentedly, not aware of the camera.

Noah's wallpaper is usually a black screen or the default wallpaper.

During ILW (the time he start living with Connor🤭) Noah start to set his wallpaper, just small reminders like meal recepies, gorceries list...

Post ILW, his wallpaper is a picture of a post-it note on the frigde, on it written "we love you ❤ C + D"

Connor's phone wallpaper at the start of ILITW is his Camaro (that's his baby). Post ILITW, it's the picture of him and Devon, the one they took in the limo, he kept it until the end of ILW.

Post ILW, his wallpaper is a picture of him, Devon and Noah standing, smiling infront of a yellow house, with a swing on the porch❤.

[tdciago]

My Fargo Thoughts

Originally posted to Reddit and removed by moderators. Posting here for my own records.

Viewers probably think that Dot looks at the Bisquick boxes and breakfast ads at the Gas 'n Go with only Scotty in mind, but I think there's something more. We will flash back to Dot's kidnapping, to show what happened after she was cornered. She will further injure Donald Ireland, and Munch will give his monologue about kings and his early life, culminating with his request for pancakes. This will have a profound effect on Dot. Her vigorous stirring of batter also creates a little tornado-like whirlpool effect in the mixing bowl, a reference to Dorothy Gale. Let's remember that Liberal, Kansas (the setting for *East/West*) is both the pancake hub of the universe and the self-proclaimed home of Dorothy Gale.

GENDER-SWAPPING AND NON-CONFORMITY

Scotty "the cross-dresser" is the most obvious example here, choosing a suit over a dress, liking ninjas instead of dolls, etc. But the preview shows that Dot and Munch are also going to start dressing like each other. Dot will don a long green coat and become more ferocious, and Munch will wear what looks like a woman's coat with a fur collar and windowpane plaid, mimicking Dot's appearance. These two have a connection of some kind. They are kindred spirits. Also, from the very start of the story, Dot wears pants and Munch wears a kilt. Noah Hawley has said that this season will examine our perception of gender roles.

BRAINS

We've already had a couple of zombie references, and brains are their food of choice. Donald Ireland, demonstrating his thematic connection to the Scarecrow from *The Wizard of Oz*, moans that he needs his brain when Dot suggests that his facial burns could lead to brain infection. Dot also tells Wayne to call Scotty for dinner before her brain turns to mush from watching cartoons, and she mentions some story about a man going to the hospital for a kidney transplant, but ending up with someone else's brain.

DECAPITATION?

All the zombie/brain discussion leads me to suspect that someone will be decapitated on Halloween. We see an inflatable pumpkinheaded figure holding a skull outside the Lyon home, and Witt tells the convenience store clerk to get down before he loses his head.

PIRATES

Dot reads a story about pirates to Scotty, and previews show that she will try to buy a gun from a salesman dressed as a pirate at Gun World. That salesman has an eye patch over his right eye, like Danish Graves, perhaps suggesting that Danish is himself a pirate in some way. I think he knows more than he lets on about Dot's origins.

MIRROR IMAGERY

I've posted before about a possible "mirror universe" theme in season 5, as Noah Hawley has used that term to describe the internet vs. the real world, and how we see enemies in the mirror, when it's actually just a distorted image of ourselves.

With that in mind, we have the mirror-image leopard wallpaper in Dot's bathroom; Munch looking in a mirror and Dot appearing from behind to attack him; Munch seeing the cop car in his rear-view mirror; and Gator noticing his murdered companion in the side-view mirror. The previews also show Dot and Munch mirroring each other's clothing.

There are also mirrored themes in both Donald Ireland and Josh Hunk suffering burns, when both are Scarecrow substitites. And both Roy and Lorraine believe that Dot owes them something via her marriage vows.

THE WIZARD OF OZ

I've talked about these references for months, and now we begin to see them play out.

The name Dorothy Lyon is an obvious nod to Dorothy Gale and the Cowardly Lion. It's clear that Wayne represents the Cowardly Lion, who will find his courage in the end.

The surname Tillman sounds like Tin Man. Roy is a self-proclaimed "hard man for hard times." He ironically lounges in a hot tub, with a steam pipe reminiscent of the Tin Man's hat, and he mentions a "rainy day fund." Water is the Tin Man's enemy, as it causes him to rust. What does this foreshadow? Like the Tin Man, Roy is heartless.

See https://imgur.com/a/t5aWVTi

The name Munch is (among other things) a reference to the Munchkins.

The name Donald (meaning *world leader*) Ireland (*the Emerald Isle*) points to the Scarecrow, who was made ruler of the Emerald City until the return of Princess Ozma. Donald ireland reinforces this connection by lamenting the potential loss of his brain, and being set on fire, the Scarecrow's greatest fear. In *The Wizard of Oz*, Dorothy throws water on the Scarecrow to put out the flames. Here, Dot uses ice (frozen water) to hit Donald Ireland and cause him to die by striking the porcelain toilet, which also contains water.

Josh and Lenore Hunk bear the name of the Kansas farmhand who becomes the Scarecrow in Oz. Josh Hunk will also suffer burns when Roy throws hot coffee in his face.

Lorraine Lyon, for now, is playing the villainous role of the Wicked Witch of the West, as well as the role of Mombi, the witch who had Princess Ozma kidnapped and turned into a boy named Tip to hide her as the rightful ruler of Oz. *Mom* Lorraine frequently wears black, and has artwork in her office that depicts women's legs, bringing to mind the legs of the Wicked Witch of the East, sticking out from under Dorothy's house.

See https://imgur.com/a/Xg5L5x0

The Wicked Witch of the West controlled both the Winkie guards and the flying monkeys through the power of a golden cap. Not only does Lorraine seem to love gold everything, but her non-entity husband is named Wink.

The word *grave* in Danish means *dig*, and the Wizard's real name was Oscar *Diggs*. This suggests that Danish Graves may be a Wizard figure. For now, he is certainly Lorraine's flying monkey.

Dot's bloody feet are the ruby slippers. Her many yellow sweaters represent the Yellow Brick Road. She will also be seen wearing a rainbow-striped sweater, another clear reference to Dorothy.

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?

The title of this short story has come to mean an unsolvable problem. Dot fills both the role of the lady and the tiger at once, and we are presented with the seemingly unsolvable problem of how she got home to Scandia, MN from Beulah, ND, over 500 miles away, on foot, with no shoes.

Indira Olmstead is shown dealing with her own unsolvable problem of financial debt. As she reviews her bills, we see two art pieces behind her on the wall, depicting a lady on one side, and a tiger on the other.

Episode 4 is titled *Insolubilia*, which literally refers to an unsolvable problem.

(Continued in reblog)

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!

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TAGGING: anyone who sees it!

𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

★ ⸻ WHAT'S YOUR PHONE WALLPAPER?: lyrics to "you're on your own kid" bc i'm mentally unwell!

★ ⸻ LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?: if we were vampires (ft wesley schultz) by noah kahan

★ ⸻ CURRENTLY READING?: happy place by emily henry

★ ⸻ LAST MOVIE?: evil dead rise

★ ⸻ LAST SHOW?: jury duty

★ ⸻ WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?: pajama shorts, taylor swift eras tour shirt

★ ⸻ HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'3''

★ ⸻ PIERCINGS / TATTOOS? multiple on ears, and i have 4 tattoos (an arrow, 3 birds for my me and my siblings, frank from donnie darko, and the lyrics "and when she stood, she stood tall.")

★ ⸻ GLASSES / CONTACTS?: none!

★ ⸻ LAST THING YOU ATE?: lime tortilla chips

★ ⸻ FAVORITE COLOR(S)?: sage green, lavender, pink, maroon

★ ⸻ CURRENT OBSESSION?: playing clue online with my friend lmao

★ ⸻ DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH RIGHT NOW?: on pedro pascal always

★ ⸻ FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: joel miller from the the last of us games. throwback to me writing a paper on him my senior year of high school in 2014.

★ ⸻ LAST PLACE YOU VISITED? oof i haven't been anywhere cool in a good while, so southern california & las vegas were the last cool places i've visited! (yikes about two years ago... i need a vacation)

[riverspatrick]

OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET

I’m a good neighbour, most of the time. I give a hoot, rarely a boot, as such, some respond in kind, and gradually we swap larger words, larger sentences, and the next thing you know, we call each other by name! With the fences down, soon, you become privy to people’s highs and lows, stories that too easily die in silence.

Our home/family includes a dog we named Bowie. We live at a spitting distance from a bustling park, the reason we bought the Victorian, terraced home a year and a half ago. The park is Bowie’s second home. I know most local dog walkers, certainly I know all the people from our street who enjoy the park with their furry companions, but to my surprise, few know each other.

Bella, on the last corner before the park’s gates, knows no one below her number. After a long illness, her paraplegic husband passed away from sepsis recently. She knows Barda who lives on the other side of the street. Barda’s husband is deteriorating slowly with alzheimer. I see him most days sitting on the wall like Humpty Dumpty, smoking a fag, looking vacant. He’s stopped washing. He's stopped talking. Until he crashed the car, he wouldn’t stop driving. The cracks are showing. He’s one fumble away from a bad fall.

Neither Bella or Barda knows that the man who lives two doors down above Mr Cyclop, looks out for me when I walk Bowie at 2am. Noah will sometimes catch up with us and talk about his sexual fantasies. Of course he knows I’m gay — I wear Apple’s hi-vis 2020 pride watch band around my wrist every day. He’s into the golden shower stuff, but unfortunately, our house is carpeted wall to wall, and unless we turn the bathroom into a wet room, I wouldn’t even entertain the idea. Noah is bipolar and only comes out on a high, so he doesn’t bother me too often.

Mr Cyclops lives on the ground floor with his wife, and Boss, the terrier / shih tzu cross. It’s hard not to stare at the left socket of his eye. Some days, it looks like chilli udon noodles. The air is thick with pollen these days, fluffy dandelion seeds get all jammed up in there. I’d certainly wear a patch, pretend I'm DC’s Cyborg – LED light and all – would be useful for when I pick up Bowie’s poo in the high grass at night.

On the next block, at the house with the psychedelic sixties wallpaper, the mother of an eight-year-old boy died of a broken heart after her husband passed away a few months ago. At least that’s what we gathered. The child was seen running in the street crying, “She’s dead!” It was the first time either Bella or Barda had seen the boy let alone heard his voice. He was homeschooled like I was at his age. They kept to themselves, and for a recluse family, they were never shy exposing the nightmare-inducing wallpaper to all who walked past their window. That’s all we’ll remember of them: death, the orphan, and the geometric, rainbow-coloured wallpaper. I almost miss seeing the atrocity now that the blinds are permanently shut.

Nearer to us, there’s Tony’s portfolio of properties which will be divided between his two daughters and two nieces. Tony died last week, he would have been 99 had he lived two more days. The rent is cheap but the tradeoff isn’t worth the economy as the properties are in a devolving state of disrepair. A couple of junkies live under a dealer at the corner house. At the end of our block, Tony’s house has been emptied, so the large family next door are taking more liberties with noise pollution. They keep mallards in their kids’ paddling pool. They must have captured the wild birds at the park. I suppose mallards are easier to capture than the more colourful parakeets who keep to the high branches, and more entertaining than a terrapin. The jail-birds are let out in the courtyard for a quack more often since Tony died.

Next to ours, top floor, there’s Patricia, an alcoholic who loves playing Patsy Cline loud and throwing empty Frosty Jack's bottles at the ducks, cursing. The ground floor has been vacant since Guillaume disappeared after never paying the rent once since moving-in a year ago. He was also a dealer and went by different names depending on who called upon him. His alias had bills in arrears and apparently lived at our address. The debt collectors should finally stop knocking at our door soon.

On the other side of the street, Gertrude’s son has returned from prison and is begging to be let in. It seems it was only last week the cops raided her house and left with the lad in handcuffs. Can’t have been too serious. She swore she wouldn’t let him in again, but there he goes through the door. She’s a mother. That’s all she's ever done. “Soon I’ll run out of things for him to steal, and then he' won’t have a reason to come back,” she'll tell me again tomorrow.

Oh, I skipped Mario, a seventy-something lonely man who once sent me a link to his Chaturbate account so we could chat in private. He's been giving me the cold shoulder for not having taken the offer. Too bad. His dog Lobo and Bowie loved frolicking in the park together.

I can see Mick at work, cleaning the neighbours' windows. He's the first to have welcomed us on the street. Could be that he's a good businessman, or perhaps that it is compulsory, being a proud and jolly JW. He broke his back falling off a ladder and since has been using long hoses instead. That he got away with three fused vertebrae certainly proves that a life praying wasn't for naught.

I'm getting to what prompted me to share my street with you, therefore I stop at the halfway point where Lee used to live with his partner of twenty years. I hadn't realised that he had been kicked out of his house last month until I ran into him this morning. His partner's daughters had wired the house with hidden cameras and are accusing him of assault against their mother who suffers from dementia. The daughters kicked Lee out, placed their mother in a care home and re-homed all four dogs. He's naturally broken. That's also how Mario the lonely septuagenarian said hello for the first time in months. They are good friends and were setting out in Lee's van when I dared ask the poor man how he was doing. Other than Mario and I, no one knew Mike, no one else knows what befallen him.

That's but half of my street, one street amongst thousands in my town which is smaller than the average town in this country, yet the street is the quietest street I've ever lived on. How's your street doing these days?

All names have been changed to preserve anonymity, otherwise all stories are real, I kid you not.

[samanthasgone]

Seeing Bad Omens on Veeps for the second time this Sunday is giving me second chance of getting a good screenshot of Noah so I put him as my wallpaper on my phone. The one I have right now is like blah lol. 😂

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Aw you're the best, but you don't need to write it I don't wanna add weight to your shoulders!! But I was just thinking about reader and their baby traveling with the band on tour, idk if as a baby or toddler or any other age, that's up to you😘❤️ and thank you!!

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OK I'm going to use the Miracle Universe for this headcannon request because I love Kenji so it works.

"Kenji, please be careful!" You called after your two-year-old as he ran down the length of the tour bus.

His giggles mixed with Folio's as he chased the older man.

Noah laid a hand on your shoulder, keeping you from running after him. "It's fine, angel. Kenji can't hurt himself when there are six of us on here watching him."

You hadn't joined Bad Omens on the road since Kenji was six months old because life had been extremely busy for everyone.

Noah took time off, almost a year, because of you having Kenji and the guys thought it was a great idea for them to rest up as well.

Now that Kenji was old enough and everyone was ready to get back on the road, you decided to join them.

Although, you couldn't stop worrying about if Kenji was alright.

"I know," you sighed while sitting next to Noah on the couch. "I can't help but worry. Given everything."

You both knew how hard it was to conceive and how rough the pregnancy was, so you couldn't help but feel protective.

"Look how much fun he's having," Noah said while motioning to Folio who was flying Kenji in the air. "And look at this video from soundcheck yesterday."

When Noah clicked on his phone, you smiled at Noah's lock screen. It was a picture of Kenji as a baby dressed up as Noah in his stage gear.

But when you saw Noah's wallpaper on his phone after he unlocked it, your heart stopped.

It was still one of your pictures from your Only Fans days.

"Noah!" You seethed. "I thought you changed that!"

He shrugged with a sly wink. "I did. But I liked it so much, I changed it back."

It was the one of your face covered wearing a Bad Omens shirt that barely covered your nipples and your pussy was on display.

"If anyone sees that," you warned.

He kissed your forehead. "They won't. Now, onto the video."

Now Noah showed you two different videos.

One of Kenji sitting on Folio's lap as they played the drums together.

The other was of Matt holding Kenji in the sound deck, showing him all the different ways to work the production.

"See?" Noah reassured you after locking his phone. "Kenji is having the time of his life. He was made for being on the road."

You bit your lip, eventually agreeing, and snuggled in closer to Noah as you watched Nicholas and Jolly take turns reading a book to Kenji, both of them giving different voices to the characters.

Kenji could not stop giggling.

"You still need to change that picture," you playfully smacked his chest.

Noah laughed while kissing your forehead. "We'll see, angel."

You linked hands with his, tracing over the angel wings tattoo on his thumb; the memory of him getting it all those years ago in that hotel room made you smile.

[badass-at-fandoming]

Top 10 VN Men

Ages ago @violettduchess posted her Top 10 VN datemates who happened to be men. This seemed fun, so let's give it awhirl!

I will, of course, break the rules. Instead of numbering 1 to 10, I'll choose one man from each visual novel I've played or stalked hard enough that it's like I've played. So, with no order in my heart ~

The Arcana: Muriel

I surprised myself here. I like Julian quite a lot. However, I actually enjoyed his route less once I went back and bought the paywalled scenes (how???). For Muriel, it was the reverse: during my initial read, I was exasperated with him. After reading all the paywalled scenes, his character growth grew on me, and gentle mountain man edges out Julian in my affections. By a cat hair lol.

Fictif: Rainier from Monster Manor

This was also a hard choice because I like Jesse Rodriguez so much y'all. However, Rainier's character arc, his bubbly positivity, his looks, his concept--SO GOOD Y'ALL.

Alice in the Country of Hearts: Julius Monrey

Whooooooa. Shock. Appalled. Who could have seen this coming. I also like Boris and Elliot. I'm watching a Let's Play of Blood's route right now, and he's growing on me. The manga really did him dirty.

Ikemen Revolution: Loki Genetta

I love Loki's sunshine! Reading his route was like settling into a bath, into that easy, warm time-flow of happiness. Also. His eyes turn red and he can obliterate people.

Ikemen Vampire: William Shakespeare

Billy Shakes is like, a nanosecond behind Jean. I love his words, I love his journey; I love MC being his morality pet. I had a blast with his route and took soooooo many screenshots.

Lovelink: Min-Jae Lee

Lovelink isn't my favorite app out there, mostly because the MC drives me up the wall. Routes can be touch and go. But with Min-Jae, something fucking CLICKED. Despite not accessing any paywalled content, he constantly emoji-reacted to my responses. His story was a thoughtful and compelling look into a K-Pop star's life: both the massive perks and the massive toxicity in that space. I definitely rec'd his route, or that of his counterpart, Liam Park.

Lovestruck: Iseul Idreis

my MANS. This CG was my phone wallpaper for a HOT minute.

Maybe: Interactive Stories - Logan Harris

Again, such a shock. I will get back to my fanfic of them eventually! Special shout outs: Noah Young, Enoch, Ambrose + Trevor

Nekopara Catboy Paradise - Laurier

He's a cat, he's a boy, he snuggles MC every night and yanno that met all my requirements.

Rose of Winter - Crow

This entry accesses the Deep Lore. Rose of Winter was the first visual novel I played. Ever. Not only is Crow a kind, time-traveling wizard (cool bird included), but also the first route I got a Good Ending. Nowadays, I follow walkthroughs 90% of the time, because I play for a happy time, not a sad time. When I played Rose of Winter, I didn't know VNs had different endings. I played the other 3 routes, and the LIs kept leaving. The joy I felt when Crow returned Rosemary's affections! When they tromped off in the sunset together! I was so happy. I never went back to get his Bad Ending, even though there's an achievement for it. I love him. I love them.

What have we learned in this post? We have learned that I like catboys, queerness, and time-travelers. Also, I can't play any more VNs because it would ruin the perfect 10 number these guys fit in 😂

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Hellooooo can I ask for a fic ? I imagined the reader as a witch who flew away and came to beacon eals to discover her past

She bound with stiles Scott and Lydia over her research and at a moment they follow her because she never wanted them to take her back home and discover she lives in a motel and doesn’t have a family, she is very independent and didn’t want to ask for help

So stiles talk to the sheriff and they welcome her in their house

She has a lot of nightmares and sometimes lose control but they re here for her (angst)

And at sometimes sheriff stilinski decides to adopt her and she finally finds a family (fluffy and all )

Thank you sooo much you are amazing ✨

thanks for requesting! sorry it took so long

oky so this ended up being more of like a stiles stilinski x platonic!reader but i hope it's okay

does anyone know how to use the keep reading button on mobile?

"We can give you a ride, (Y/N). It's better than walking home at this time of night," Stiles began to shove you into his car as you rolled your eyes, pulling away from him.

"I appreciate it, Stiles. Really. I like walking home, though, and it's not that far. Plus, if anyone messes with me I'll just hex them," you made your eyes glow purple, before winking at Stiles, earning a small chuckle from Scott.

"Okay, well, it's still probably gonna take a while. What if I walk you home?" Scott offered.

"You're gonna walk me home and then you're gonna walk back here to your house?" you raised an eyebrow.

After only being with the pack for a small amount of time, you learned everything there is to know about them. Scott was the selfless one, who would always be there for everyone, and always try to help. Stiles was the sarcastic one, who was also the brains, along with the spaz one. Lydia was the beautiful and smart one, who knew the answer to everything. They were all very protective of you as their new friend, due to a good amount of their friends leaving or dying.

"It's probably not that far of a walk," Scott shrugged.

"Scott, thanks, but I'm good. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you gave Lydia, Scott, and Stiles a quick hug before waving them off, walking away.

You walked to your hotel, running your fingers through your hair before entering your room, collapsing onto the old bed. The wallpaper in the room was nearly gone, the hotel had less than a star rating, however that was possible, but it was the only thing you could afford.

You lived by yourself, you left your family after finding out you were a witch. You knew you were a danger to them, and probably a danger to most people around you. But the pack was different. They were all supernatural, making it easier for you to be yourself with them. Scott and Derek even taught you control when you first met them.

You didn't want to ask for more, making sure to avoid the fact that you lived in a shabby hotel room. You didn't want them to feel pity for you.

You sighed deeply, before getting ready for bed.

---

"This goes against everything I believe in, by the way. (Y/N) deserves privacy," Lydia hissed, the three of them walking a far distance behind you.

"Well, (Y/N) always hides, and I'm just trying to look out for my friend," Stiles shrugged.

"By following them home?" Scott questioned.

"Do you have a better idea?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, wait for (Y/N) to come to school tomorrow and ask them what's up," Lydia said.

"Oh, just shush.... wait, look," the three of them watched you walk into a hotel, with confusion on their faces.

"(Y/N) lives in a hotel?" Stiles asked.

"Where's their family?" Lydia asked.

"(Y/N) said they live with them," Scott remembered.

"Unless they lied...if (Y/N) lives here... they can't live here," Stiles shook his head in disbelief.

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked.

"I'm gonna call my dad, and we'll talk to (Y/N) tomorrow. Deal?" they all agreed before walking away from the hotel.

---

You jumped up in your bed, taking deep breaths before wrapping your arms around yourself. It was only a nightmare.

You heard someone knocking at your door, taking you by surprise. It was only 4 in the morning.

"Hello?" you opened the door, surprised to see the hotel manager standing in front of you.

"Hello, I just had to tell you that your payment has declined for this month," you felt your heart drop.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave," she replied.

"Yeah... Sorry," you said softly.

You felt tears rush to your eyes before you closed the door, wiping them away.

You knew your life was a mess and you needed to come up with a plan fast.

---

"Why are we meeting Stiles here?" you walked into the Sheriff's station, with Scott and Lydia behind you.

"I don't know. But, Sheriff Stilinski wants to talk to you," Scott said, motioning for you to enter his office.

You raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly before making your way to his office, knocking on the door.

"Come in, (Y/N)," he said.

You opened the door, seeing Stiles and Noah standing with each other, while Stiles anxiously picked at the skin around his nails.

"Is everything all right?" you asked.

"(Y/N)... me, Lydia, and Scott followed you home a few days ago," your face fell slightly.

"Oh," you replied, your voice soft.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Stiles walked next to you, while you continued to look down.

You felt your eyes water slightly.

"You know we're your friends, right? And we care about you," he said softly.

You looked up at him, before sniffling.

"You guys have already done so much for me and I couldn't ask for more-" you shook your head, taking a deep breath.

"Kiddo, you need a home. A proper home," Noah replied.

"Yeah, I know," you nodded softly.

"Why don't you come live with us?" Noah suggested.

"What? No, I can't," you shook your head.

"We have a lot of room. You're one of my best friends, I'm not taking no for an answer," Stiles shook his head.

"Stiles," you started.

"Please, (Y/N)?" you heard his voice break, seeing his eyes water slightly while he and Noah both stood in front of you.

"I haven't had a family in a long time," you said softly.

"And now you have us," Noah replied.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, wrapping your arms around Stiles and Noah.

"Is that a yes?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," you said softly.

You could feel Stiles hugging you tightly as if he wanted to suffocate you.

"Stiles," you groaned.

"Come on! We can go set up your new room!" you laughed softly as Stiles pulled out with him.

"I found this really cool thing that matches you perfectly, and..."

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[ravenadottir]

Out of the s2 LIs, who are the light sleepers and who are the heavy sleepers?

oooh, ok, i like this a lot! being a light sleeper myself, i can see some of them not only having a hard time to fall asleep but also being cranky about it.

i really wanna go deeper on why or how they manage to be heavy or light sleepers, so i hope you like that.

((i went a little deep with henrik and tai, so... yeah!))

heavy sleepers:

GARY. drooling, snoring, often in positions that leave him looking like a ragdoll after a beatup. cannot for the life of him remember whatever he dreamed about, but has the lingering feeling they caused, whether bad or good.

bobby. neatly covered on the bed but a light snore that resonates in the room. it's endearing. remembers 70% of his dreams, but most of them resemble a child's cough syrup nightmare involving giant pastries and ideas for different recipes. he dreams more about food than your average chef.

noah. TURN THAT BOY THE OTHER WAY OR YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP. he's usually turning to face the way that makes him snore the most so you gotta keep turning him. can't tell a single dream he had since high school and sometimes is woken up by his own snoring.

kassam. a silent sleeper. not much to add except for how he loves to have his girl on his chest when going to bed. he's reassured when he can reassure her. because he often pulls allnighters when working on a new project, he appreciates when he as a full 8h sleep.

henrik. i have a lot to say about him, so buckle up! his own head is an oasis of beach waves' sounds and tranquility. he sleeps better if cuddling someone but can also pull 8 hours with no help. can't remember his dreams very often but when he does he loves telling you about it! plus, he talks in his sleep (A STRONG HEADCANON OF MINE) and you can catch a smile or two when he hears/says your name while knocked out.

now, because i won't have another opportunity, i want to talk about his bedroom real quick! i've always pictured henrik living in the middle of the woods, his room with glass windows that let the foleage come through the glass. but we know that might not be a possibility, which brings me to the moody room i imagined for him. i think he planned it out thinking about the quality of sleep he would get. henrik loves ambiance so he chose a really cool 'leaves' wallpaper to resemble the outside. his best sleep has been outdoors, so... yeah, it makes sense to me. the rest of the house is sure illuminated and boho, but the bedroom? i would argue everything about it makes you feel like you're outdoors. plants, lights, music, scents, the whole shebang! preferably lavender and waterfalls' in the background but it varies from week to week.

ibrahim. do i have specific headcanons about him? no. do i think he looks adorable while asleep? yes, yes i do. plus, we know when he's comfortable he purrs a little bit, so that's something *EXTREMELY CUTE*! i have to add he talks in his sleep too. always adorable to see him smiling during and how he pulls you closer when turning to face the same way.

tai. I DON'T HAVE A DOUBT IN MY MIND he likes to prepare the bedroom before going to sleep, every single day. just like henrik's, the room it's scented with lavender, there's waves' sounds playing in the bluetooth speaker, the light is low and a strong blue. i would even argue tai is the type to have the ceiling of the room painted to resemble the night sky, possibly having his favorite (or his sign) constellation somewhere, or even a light projector for it. nothing too elaborate, just enough to be peaceful to look at. too many details would have the opposite effect. he has his shit together and that includes knowing himself pretty well. he values his sleep and it was the first thing he thought about when moving to his own place.

priya. something tells me she doesn't lose sleep for a lot of things, so unless it's a stressful week she's able to sleep a full night with no problems. and may i say, her bedroom is fabulous and her bed is equipped with a hundred pillows to help! she also likes tranquil playlists but doesn't stay woke long enough to hear the second track.

light sleepers:

carl. he's always stressed out and thinking of new fancy ideas for apps and softwares. it's hard to focus when going to sleep so you know the bedroom has ambiance lighting, speakers for a solid "rain" or "sea" playlist and scented candles. he mostly stays in the same spot for the whole night, but when he has a good night of sleep he wakes up in completely unusal positions, like legs on the headboard or completely curled up on the edge of the bed.

elisa. something tells me turning off her brain is a tough task on most days. she doesn't have a regular schedule and that adds to it. she puts a lot of pressure and deadlines for herself about posting, and always has many ideas floating so that makes it hard. i know this: she meditates before bed, especially after pulling an allnighter to edit her videos.

lucas. same as carl, except he's trying to fall asleep but is always alert for some reason. i would guess *family trauma* but you can leave your suggestions if you want to. also has ambiance lighting and strong 'rain' tracks to help him out. it's rare to hear lucas saying he had a full night of sleep but when he does he usually has it once he cuddles you. sometimes he talks during sleep and it's usually an anectode about a trip.

lottie. she has her spells to help out with her sleep when she cannot do it herself. definitely has an incense burning, purple dark light and a solid half an hour of meditation to help. a tea tray with steaming mugs and a kettle lie on her dresser as well. she has some trouble falling asleep because of her anxiety so she does everything she can to help herself.

marisol. most of the time she's inflicted with school stress. she's always thinking about a case, or a class she has to excell in. the girl has a hard time to relax if not on vacation mode, but also doesn't know much about ambiance. her girlfriend might be the person to tell her "hey, you could move your desk to the living room and you know... not leave 78 mugs of coffee on your nightstand... and um... maybe... not have coffee after 2 pm? it could help."