#I jumped on the bandwagon go me wee

[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

Can't Sleep

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Insomniac Reader *Fluffy*

*I jumped on the COD bandwagon HARD. So I'm going to try and write for them. I'm sorry I lost my inspiration and want for the others. I'm trying to be a better fic writer. Let me know what you think!

Love, Wolf*

My eyes open for the millionth time. I groan frustrated and roll over. “Come on!”

I call out. This is getting to me. I've always struggled with insomnia but this is ridiculous. I look at the texture of my ceiling, willing myself to fall asleep. I've tried teas, nature sounds, sleeping meds, name it and it hasn't worked. I whine. 

“Why? Can't. I. Fucking. Sleep???” I was new to this base, transfered to be a chemist for Task Force 141. I did a lot of behind the scenes work for the members. They were all nice enough. Price was about business. Ghost was a smart ass but his teasing and insults were more directed to everyone else. Especially Johnny. Johnny was super friendly to me. He’s who I'm closest to of a the Task force members. The least intimidating and leering of all the men. I liked Keegan and Konig enough. It took a lot for me to break them out of their shells. They were super quiet around me. Gaz was pretty friendly too. Honestly I like all of them. They're not the problem. Change of scenery? Tough work? Inhaling too many chemicals? I DON'T KNOW! All I know is I can't fucking sleep and I'm losing it. Well my job is quite stressful and it hasn't helped. I've been trying to push it down but it's hard. Being a chemist in the civilian world had its stresses but in the military? It's a different animal. It's been the root cause of my numerous sleepless nights.

I whimper and give up sitting up in bed. I hear my joints creak as I make my exhausted body work. I stand up and pace my room, the pads of my feet meeting the cold tile and my eyes open more. Ugh, yeah this was gonna be. Long one. I sit at my desk and turn on my PC. The bright screen immediately blinding me. Dammit (Y/N) that definitely made it worse. I sigh and log on.

I search through my games, settling on a shooter game and put my headset on. I look at the time.

2am

Fuck alright here we go. I settle into gaming bitching at the shitty late night players. Are they also insomniacs? Who the hell knows. We have two things in common. We're on the same team. And we're up at 2am. I get particularly irritated when someone who sounds suspiciously like a 10 year old mauls me. The hell with it. I unleash a barrage of insults not meant to be heard by children. Wanna play with adults better grow tf up. In my anger I barely notice the ping on my messages. 

ThatScotSoap: Aye lass what're you dooin up so late?

I look at the message and smile before typing back

(YourGamerTag): how do your messages have an accent?

ThatScotSoap: call it a skeel, didn't answer my question though lass

(YourGamerTag) couldn't sleep

ThatScotSoap: sorry to ere that. Any idea why?

(YourGamerTag): eh stress but who doesnt have it? And I've always had insomnia so that's not helping 

ThatScotSoap: oh sorry lass. I sleep like a wee baby

(YourGamerTag): Gee way to rub it in 😶

ThatScotSoap: Haha sorry lass. Well I can't sleep ayether want me to come by and bug ya?

I hesitate a moment my stomach flipping. Okay Soap MacTavish is a huge heartthrob. Ghost is too for a man most people don't see without a mask. But Soap??? Women throw themselves at him. I would too if I had less shame. I blush and type back.

(YourGamerTag) sure why not?

ThatScotSoap: on my way lassie

After about 10 minutes and waiting for my blush to go down Soap knocks on my door. I let him in.

“Hey there lassie.”

“Hi Johnny” I smile at him

“You look awfully appy.”

I blush.

“I look like a corpse.” He laughs and sits down on my bed

“what do ya wanna do lass to kill time?”

It. I think shamlessly. I wanna do it.

I shake my head and breathe.

“Movie?”

Soap nods. “aye there's a few I've been curious aboot.”

We settle on a movie and I sit next to him. The movie drawls on. I don’t pay much attention. Thinking of work on Monday is creeping into my head. I distract myself with Soap. He’s so intoxicating, his cologne and his close proximity I just want to….

“Lass?.”

“Yes?” I squeak snapping myself out of it 

“Yer not watching are ya?” He asks. I cringe and shake my head.

“I….I can't take my mind off work.” I admit. He nods.

“Aye I've been there myself once r twice. What's botherin a sweet Bonnie like you so much?” I sigh and look at him. I unload all my stresses with the job and worry about my ability on the team. That I maybe bit off more than I could chew. I sniffle by the end and hold back tears. Soap notices and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me into his chest and I'm stunned. I allow him and bury my face in his muscular chest. He gives me a squeeze.

“There there lassie. No on tinks yer not good at yer job. Yer dooin amazin.”

I sniffle and nuzzle his chest. He chuckles.

“Yer okay lassie”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. He's really respected. He's super nice but he wouldn't put on airs.

“It's been really bothering me and it's making my insomnia worse.”

“Don't worry yer pretty head Bonnie. Yer doing great even that stubborn bastard Ghost and Price think so.”

“Really?”

“Course they do.”

I smile and keep hugging him.

“That's it Bonnie. Relax”

I nod only I start to relax a bit too much and while the movie is playing and start to fall asleep on Soap. I wake up suddenly. He looks down at me and my heart flutters 

“Enjoy yer wee nap lass?”

I nod sheepishly.

“S-sorry” Soap shakes his head.

“Nothin to be sorry for lass. I'll admit. It's been a while since I had someone to sleep next to. Forgot how comfortin it be.” 

“It…is nice” I admit. 

“Want me t'stay?”

I blush and look at him.

“R-Really?”

“I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it lass.” I look stunned and slowly shake my head.

“Good I was aboot t’fall asleep myself.” He stands up and crawls onto my bed. I laugh at how comfortably he takes over my bed. He lays down and opens his arms. 

“C’mere lass it's been awhile since I had a good cuddle” I giggle like a school girl and lay in his arms. I feel his strong arms encircle me and his chest press my back. I turn off the lights and lay against him. He softly hums and feeling his chest gently vibrate relaxes me.

His fingers come off my waist and he gently plays with my hair and rubs my head. I moan softly and close my eyes.

“That's it lassie. Let Johnny take care o ya.”

I mumble and my body starts to feel heavy feeling his warmth against me. I slowly drift off but not before I feel a gentle kiss to my head.

“G’night sweet girl.” 

~Soap: Goodnight to all you lassies. Those who can and those who can't sleep. Just know Johnny loves you. Mwah.

(Wolf): Alright Scotsman it's my turn for sleepy cuddles tonight

Soap: Alright alright I guess you were good, you wrote a story the first time in what? Years now?

(Wolf): Shush I'm trying to make up for it

[yourlocalderp]

A very long and angry essay that will put my head on a guillotine but who cares.

Now before I start, to anyone I may offend or anger in this, I just want to say that I don't care. Call me evil, say I'm bad, announce me the Tumblr fun police, whatever just keep it to yourselves. (Don't actually, I'm bored. Write paragraphs about me on TikTok and slander my name please.)

Also, I'm going to be brutally honest in this, with my genuine feelings out there for the world to hear. If you don't want to read a bunch of words written by a mentally ill teenager who just hates something in the world, then feel free to move on with your life. For all those who don't want to leave/ are actually interested/ readying their pitchforks, then do I have a treat for you.

Now, onto my actual topic. The Marjorine Scotch headcannon fucking sucks and makes no sense.

Let me tell you why.

First of all, it came out of nowhere. She appeared in one episode, and everyone decided "Hey, let's get rid of Butter's and put Marjorine instead mhm mhm definitely a good idea!" Y'all flocked to Marjorine quick as fuck, and I bet a rat ass some of you don't even like her and just want to jump on that bandwagon of the random ass uprise of a character which is a COSTUME of a literal existing character.

Second of all, you all act as if she's been here the whole time. She hasn't, it's BUTTERS who was here, not Marjorine. I keep seeing replies on comments asking why Butters is always replaced with Marjorine going "Well Butters and Marjorine are the same people blah blah blah" as if those same repliers wouldn't go "Marjorine>>>>Butters" like what happened to the "same person" mindset you had before hm? Anyways Butters>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Marjorine like there is no doubt about it if you argue you're wrong and a hypocrite. Third of all, why Butters? Isn't he the most misogynistic, hater of all women, had an episode where he stuck his wee wee out to prove a point, kind of boy? Why suddenly all that is thrown out of the window for some girly girl MaRjOrInE with an unhealthy obsession with hello kitty? He didn't even enjoy being a girl for fucks sake he threw off his wig the moment he stepped his ass out of the girl's slumber party. (Btw feel free to correct me with this part because I refuse to watch the Marjorine episode out of spite.) Why not Wendy with Wendyl? She seemed pretty chill with being a guy. What about Princess fucking Kenny.

Topic 4. Princess Kenny and why she'd make more sense for a fandom to headcannon as mtf.

Maybe it's just because I'm bias to her, or magical girls in general, but why DO I never see anyone headcannon Kenny as anything other than genderfluid? Why does Butters, who dressed as a girl for ONE EPISODE, get the mtf hammer, but Kenny, whom basically EVERYONE called a girl for A LITERAL ARC FOR SOUTH PARK and A FUCKING GAME. Is it because you find Butters more, I don't know, feminine?

Disclaimer, this is where I start going into conspiracy type of shit. Don't take it too seriously because it really ISN'T that serious, but just an FYI, I mean it all.

This brings me to this point; I have a strong belief that some Marjorine people only do the Marjorine headcannon because they see Butters as more girly. Y'all know the ship Bunny? Y'all know how people usually see Kenny as "the man" of the ship? (Yes, I've seen people say that in Youtube comments. Get help.) Well, this makes Butters "the woman" of the ship now doesn't it. Yes, that's right. I'm accusing.

SOME

Take that word in.

SOME

People who ship fucking Kenjorine as to make them your average "UwU boy" and "Mf alpha demon thing who smokes like 30 cigars an hour" but it's straight and Marjorine is your petit anime girl and Kenny looks like he came out of one of those yaoi mangas from back in the day. Like, why is Marj always this cutesy kawaii girl like at least make her crazy?? (And sapphic. Don't be shy, why not make sapphic bunny with Princess Kenny and Marjorine? Then I can at least stomach SOME Marj content.)

I also think Kenjorine is just an excuse to make a gay ship straight. The number of comments I see that go "Omg!!11!!1 I love Kenjorine because it fits soOoOOOoO well with Kenny's character cause he's SO StRaIgHt>.<<<<<<" is annoying. Imagine that with Creek. I know it's a bad comparison with Creek since both boys are gay, but Kenny and Butters don't have confirmed sexualities, maybe Kenny does like dudes, we'll never know. All I'm saying is that why is it that y'all get so pressed when someone turns the "uke" of the ship (Like tweek or butters, lord have mercy i'm going to cry a river.) into a woman, you're only mad about one? (Aka Tweek ones, which is understandable.) At least the Creek people have gotten past that phase of feminizing Tweek to the point he's not even proportionally accurate, the Bunny fandom though.....

Speaking of Kenjorine once again, can you kenjorine motherfuckers get out of the Bunny tag on tiktok? I can't scroll 5 tiktoks without seeing Marj's face and it's gotten to the point that I just had to mention this in here. Y'all have a tag with over 40 million views go use that, after all isn't Kenjorine the "superior" ship to you guys? (After people see this, I bet multiple kenjorine tiktoks are going to appear in the bunny tag and I'll go into a deep depression because I just can't enjoy Butters x Kenny anymore.)

Anyways, last point I'm about to make before I wrap things up, you know those crappy edits of South Park oc's in South Park? That's what Marjorine feels like. She doesn't fit in, she's too "perfect" or whatever, she basically has no flaws to me. Every time I see a Marj headcannon thing, it's always along the lines of: "Marjorine. (insert age). Gets bullied by Eric but stands up to him or whatever like a girlboss yada yada. Epic bf (and it's just Kenny on steroids). Hello kitty enthusiast. (insert a bunch of facts I do not give a shit about)" Like damn girl what about your PARENTS??? Would your parents APPROVE of this? I don't fucking think so, I doubt they'd not ground Butters for even thinking about being trans.

That wraps up everything I have to say so far, maybe I'll come by to update this, maybe not. Either way, here's some final thoughts, as well as my contradictions to every reason I know of why people use the Marjorine headcanon because I'm petty and angry that I keep seeing her.

"She looked happy as a girl!" Did you watch the episode, or did you just see what you wanted to see? He was happy because he was being ACCEPTED. That doesn't mean he liked being a GIRL.

"He wore a skirt that one time!" What happened to "Clothes have no gender?" There's a difference between dressing in "the opposite gender's" clothing, and actually being the opposite gender. If I wore a tuxedo, does that make me a man? No. I'd like to dress up as the genderbent version of myself, but I'm still not a guy. Therefore, this argument is fucking stupid and goes against a lot of shit that people are saying.

"He likes hello kitty!" Again, liking hello kitty doesn't mean you're a girl or something, you're not suddenly a boy if you play Valorant or whatnot, and you are most certainly not a girl just because you play something inherently "girly."

"She's just a girl!!!" He's Butters, get over it. Just plain old simple Butters, leave him be. You people are like the mfs in the exact episode Marjorine was in. You aren't happy with how he was before; you want him to change just to make yourselves happy. Remind you of something in the episode? Where Marjorine cried in the bathroom because no one liked her, and the only reason the people did was they gave her a makeover and made her more girly? You're all just reenacting that episode but pretending that Butters would be happy with it.

Final words

Princess Kenny is better. Also if y'all are gonna type angry paragraphs about me, please send them to me so I can argue with a wall cause it's pretty damn entertaining. I'll even do the courtesy of ranking your insults/comebacks out of 10. I'm so fucking tired of seeing this bitch everywhere it's driving me to the brink of insanity. I know I'm weird and crazy but the Marjorine Stotch headcannon is like a leech in my brain and I can't get that mf out I want her gone she's a genuine thorn to my spine. Out of the courtesy of my own heart, I must say. This fandom truly made me lose all respect I had for a character, and this character wasn't even relevant to anything. She's useless, brings nothing to the plot, and should've stayed a one-time joke. Everyone who says otherwise like "Marjorine is SooOOoOooOO much better" needs a reality check. This isn't fucking "girl power" to you this is the removal of a character for a fandom oc.

Bunny supremacy, stop putting Kenjorine into it's tag, get the fuck out my ship you have your own tag, bye.

[titstraction]

21, 23 and 25 for the ask game :)

hii anon bestie thank you for the questions :))

fanfic end of the year asks!!

21. most memorable comment/review

hmm this one has got to go to @shipsnsails who left a WALL of a comment in each chapter of Roots with the funniest/most flattering things from which I’d like to highlight “maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan... you crazy personnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn oh mygod. This is exactly what I was hoping you were about to say. Gasping. Gasping.” + glowing reviews on tumblr that made the girlies flock to it. getting feedback from a fellow writer is so much fun i loved it so most memorable for sure!! also def check out their stuff i think theyre one of the most original writers in fandom rn ✨

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

you gotta understand i go to bed w a different plot bunny each week so theres SO MANY. but blue sequel. another blue sequel. several blue sequels. a blue prequel even. a band au where one of the girls stitches a band together a la belle and sebastian. a slice of life-y overtly touchy friends to lovers getting together uni au. au where remus is a dj/music producer and sirius does fun videoclips and they meet through work. post war sirius didnt go to azkaban and is a photographer au and they meet again in one of his exhibitions which has a lot of pictures of remus and they have nasty reunion sex. summer camp au, surfing au where remus is blind, sirius spends summer vacation with the potters in the country for the second time and remus is a wee country boy au. au where uncle alphard is dying of aids and leaves his little rundown gay bar to sirius and remus helps him out with it because he loves the little rundown gay bar a la vida (tv show). somebody pick one for me and i’ll write it in january

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

okayyy so i’m gonna go w/ Meet Me In The Exosphere by EuripidesTrousers (I_DDare_You)!! its a wip, 5/8 chapters are out, and I haven’t had this much fun w a fic in a long time! I found it while I was travelling, and reading it in the dark on my hotel room after an entire day of walking around was ELITE introvert nourishment. Air Force AU, forbidden romance, both Sirius and Remus are SO nhomnhomnhomnhom, their chemistry is on fire, I was reading the last update in the library yesterday and BLUSHING, anon! I’m so excited to see where it goes and I think everyone should jump on the bandwagon

[rawiswhore]

Scott Hall x Fem Reader- "What's New, Pussycat (Doll)?"

2002 would be one helluva year for the professional wrestling world.

The former World Wrestling Federation now changed its name to World Wrestling Entertainment, all thanks to the World Wildlife Fund also going by the abbreviation WWF.

The World Wildlife Fund has existed since the 1960's, why didn't they fight for the World Wrestling Federation's abbreviations during the 80's and 90's?

Despite that 2 other pro wrestling companies, WCW and ECW, went out of business in 2001, another new wrestling company known as TNA (Total Nonstop Action) has made its debut in 2002, giving the WWE competition.

Speaking of WCW, the NWO, arguably the most iconic wrestling faction of all time, the wrestling faction that would increase WCW's ratings and make the WWF want to climb for ratings again, have now reformed in 2002, however, they were mostly a mere shell of their former selves.

The epitome of a certain NWO member that was a mere shell of his former self was Scott Hall, otherwise known as Razor Ramon when he was in the WWF, who was killing himself with alcohol.

By the end of 2002, Scott Hall left the WWE due to his alcoholism.

You're both happy and sad he's leaving the WWE, even though you won't have moments with him in the WWE, you're glad he is getting help, as well as this...

Before the Pussycat Dolls became an oversexualized, best selling girl group, they originally started off as a burlesque act.

A burlesque act that not only brought burlesque back to the 21st Century, but featured female celebrities in this act and had women performing burlesque but not taking their clothes off.

Some female celebrities who have been Pussycat Dolls include Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, Charlize Theron, Carmen Electra, Gwen Stefani, Christina Applegate, there was even a moment in "Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" where they performed as Pussycat Dolls.

You were a female celebrity who got popular in the World Wrestling Federation, you were even the most popular woman in the WWF during the late 90's, surpassing Sunny, Chyna and Sable, and you had left the WWF in the year 2000.

You made a few guest appearances in the WWF/E from 2000 to 2002, but you were barely in the WWF/E during those years.

Of course, you had to jump on the Pussycat Dolls bandwagon, how could you not?

You even asked a few WWE divas like Stacy Keibler, Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson if they would like to be Pussycat Dolls, which you're sure they would love to, especially Stacy.

Sable probably wouldn't mind being a Pussycat Doll too.

Scott Hall has always been a ladies' man, even during his Razor Ramon days, and even Razor Ramon's character was a ladies' man too.

He had a crush on you since you were a ringrat, and you've had a few affairs with him.

He knew about the Pussycat Dolls burlesque act, which already gave him a stiffy, but when he heard how you're performing in the Pussycat Dolls burlesque show, he had to see you.

On his birthday at the end of 2002, when he left the WWE, he attended a Pussycat Dolls burlesque show and sat front row, eagerly awaiting you.

Scott sent you an email about how he was attending a PCD show and it was his birthday, that made you so happy, and you had a surprise from him.

As the first few bass notes began playing to Peggy Lee's "Fever", you had strolled down the stage dressed in a black bra and matching swishy micro miniskirt with matching black boots that reached slightly below your knees, your fingers wrapped around a microphone.

When Scott attended this show, he was so tempted into pulling his cock out and masturbating, but he didn't want a Pee Wee Herman situation where he'd get arrested for masturbating in public.

Your eyes found Scott sitting front row in the audience, wearing an NWO shirt so you can probably recognize him.

Deep down inside, you lit up seeing him, but you were trying to contain yourself from getting too overexcited.

You grinned from ear to ear seeing him, your eyes were looking at him.

His eyes were glued to you, even though he wanted to look at some of the other women on stage as well.

As you walked on stage to the bass notes, you moved the microphone you were holding to your lips, and some other sexy, scantily clad women were strutting with you on the stage.

Scott's penis was rising up more and more as you walked towards him, although his jeans interfered his erection.

"Never know how much I love you" you crooned while looking at Scott. "Never knew how much I care"

You were trying to sound and look as sexy as possible whilst you sauntered up to him, you were singing this song to him, a song that describes how you feel about him.

He had a grin on his face as you walked up him, his pants were feeling tighter as you were approaching him.

When you got close enough to him, you put your fingers under his chin and slightly lifted his chin.

"When you put your arms around me" you sang as you looked at him. "I get a fever that's so hard to bear"

Although, you don't have any arms around you right now, and you aren't putting your hand on your forehead and arching your head back like you really do have a fever.

"You give me fever" you expressed, his legs were now in between your legs, where you began to swirl your hips and ass in a 360 degree angle to the song as you lowered your lap to his lap.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight" you sang as you sat and straddled his lap, although he didn't kiss you or wrap his arms around you.

"Fever!" you chirped "In the morning, fever all through the night"

When you sang the last line, you leaned into the side of his face, smiling and grinning at him.

"You can touch me if you want" you told him "Papi"

That really got him, and he perked up in more ways than one when heard you say it's okay to touch him, even more so that you called him "Papi".

As the bass notes played, you began to roll and gyrate your pelvis forward onto his lap, which made his eyes look down at your lap grinding and rolling up on his lap.

You can feel his erection poking and protruding through his jeans, and he grinned as you gave him this lapdance, biting his lower lip.

Scott might not be as sexy as he was back in the 90's, but he still is pretty damn hot.

How cute was he in NWO in '02 when he had that rag tied on top of his forehead?

You're tempted into grabbing the collar of his shirt and tearing it apart a la Hulk Hogan, so you can run your hands and fingers on his chest and through his chest hair, but nah.

Since you said it was okay to him to touch you, one of his hands was behind your ass, where his fingers gave you a squeeze of one of your ass cheeks.

Some of the backup dancers saw him grab your ass, they could nearly spread ear to ear smiles, although some probably think he's some pervert trying to grab you.

You then tried rotating your body around where now your back was pressing on his torso, lifting one of your legs over both of his legs and turning your body around.

You spread your legs wide open while you sat on his lap, much to his dismay he couldn't see your legs wide open, though you began to roll and grind your ass vertically up his crotch.

"Sun lights up the daytime" you sang, placing one of your hands on the side of his face while your head was turned and looking at him. "Moon lights up the night"

When you sang this, your hand on the side of his face slowly caressed down one of his cheeks (on his face), feeling the fuzzy facial hair on his face as your hand went down.

Your ass didn't just roll up his crotch, but your hips also swayed horizontally back and forth on his genitals, and you also began to sink your body down to the floor lower and lower, your back touching his torso.

"I light up when you call my name" you sang "And y'know I'm gonna treat you right"

You turned your body around and looked at him when you sang "y'know I'm gonna treat you right".

"Y'give me fever" you sang as you began to slowly walk around Scott, putting your hand on his chest and making that hand brush from his chest to his arm, where it turned and swerved to his back.

His eyes were looking at you as you walked around him.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight" you added, your hand sliding down below his shoulder down his chest.

His eyes looked at that hand sliding down his chest, and he can feel the touch of your hand over his shirt.

"Fever!" you exclaimed, although you didn't try to shout that in his ear. "In the mornin', fever all through the night"

He's been tempting to pull his wallet out and give you a dollar.

To hell with you, you're giving him fever!

He doesn't just want you, he wants some of those other Pussycat Dolls all over him, rolling their ass and crotch on his lap, having their hands all over him.

"Happy birthday" you whispered in his ear, giving him a kiss on the side of his face, which left your lipstick print on the side of his face.

You then slowly walked in front of him, where you bent your lower body down and started shaking your ass horizontally back and forth to the beat.

His eyes were staring at your ass and couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

You chose Peggy Lee's "Fever" to sing to him, because he gives you fever, not literally, but you do lust over him.

Later on after this performance, you sang Happy Birthday to him, and you actually invited him back to a hotel room, where you performed a striptease and lapdance for him and had some birthday sex with him, giving him a taste of your icing as well as his.

You actually have given a few famous professional wrestlers like Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Raven, Christian and Rob Van Dam lapdances and sang to them when you were a Pussycat Doll, you even gave Raven, Christian, Shawn and RVD lapdances for their birthday and sang to them at the PCD burlesque show.

You also asked some famous celebrity women who were Pussycat Dolls as well as just PCD dancers if they ever watch wrestling, and how you were giving these famous wrestlers lapdances.

Some of them want to sing and give lapdances to the Rock, arguably the biggest pro wrestling star of the early 2000's.

John Cena, Batista and Randy Orton were up and coming wrestlers in 2002 that had yet to become famous like they eventually would.

You even did a Pussycat Dolls routine in the WWE in 2002, where you wore lingerie whilst some Pussycat Dolls burlesque dancers danced behind you in the ring while you were singing a song.

In 2003, you were completely back in the WWE again, and you sang some of the songs you sang as a Pussycat Doll on WWE shows to Triple H and Shawn Michaels, as well as dressed as a Pussycat Doll.

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I didn't think of writing this fanfic today considering last week I wrote a fanfic where the fem reader gives a lapdance to Raven, but I typed it anyway since I planned it.

[boripixi]

It’s Been 84 Years...

Just kidding. It’s actually only been...almost 10 years!

I feel like a “Boomer” revisiting Tumblr after almost a decade of leaving my account collecting cobwebs. I can’t even imagine how my Neopets or Gaia account must be (though I don’t think I’ll be revisiting those again).

I honestly can’t remember how Tumblr looked like back when I opened an account. I figured I’d use this space to just randomly talk about things that interest me and could be of interest to others. I COULD just stick to Instagram buuuut, I wanted to give blogging a go. No pressure.

A lot has happened since I opened this account (a wee 19-year old bebé). I graduated with a Bachelor’s in Graphic Design from a college that no longer exists, had three heartbreaks, landed a full-time job at a government agency, and am temporarily working at a non-profit under a non-paid license from the agency I work at. Obviously a lot more has happened, but those are the major life events...I guess?

You’d think that at my age I’d have life figured out by now.  But I’m here to tell you, NAY-NAY, I say.

Guys, adulting is fucking hard, and my life is anything BUT figured out. I’m not even sure if I want to continue working in the graphic design field, and that is currently my biggest existential crisis for years now. So I’m using this account as a place to ramble, be as transparent as possible and share random shit I like.

And, honestly, it was either coming back here or jumping on the TikTok bandwagon...and I’m not ready to be winging it at TikTok yet, LOL.

So, my fellow Pixies...let’s see what Tumblr has in store for this Zillennial.

[eabhaalynn]

My 11 Songs of the Decade (because 10 would be boring and is overdone.)

Cigarette Daydreams – Cage the Elephant

The song… This is the closing song of Cage the Elephant’s 2013 album, Melophobia, and the third single released from this album. It describes the pain of someone’s search for their own identity through the musings of a parted lover.

For me… To this day, this is the song I cry to. This always has been me and my friend Iona’s song. It will forever be inseparable from the Ulster Museum and Botanic Gardens in Belfast, from rainy summer’s days and rants about our seemingly massive problems with GCSEs and girls from school. When she went abroad for her gap year, I couldn’t bear to listen to it. It’s another one of these songs that manages to articulate what it feels like to be young and thinking too much.

Key lyric…If we can find a reason, a reason to change Looking for the answer If you can find a reason, a reason to stay Standing in the pouring rain

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvVJ0v6Vta8

Ribs – Lorde

The song… This is a deep house influenced electronica song that discusses Lorde’s stress over ageing. It was released on her debut album, Pure Heroine, in 2013. It begins ambiently and builds to become increasingly more frantic as the song progresses.

For me… Despite being released when I was a young teenager, this song was written when Lorde was sixteen or seventeen. It articulates exactly what it feels like to be that age, at that stage of life. I’m quite sure teenagers across the globe can relate to that. This song has been the soundtrack of my teenage years, the imagery is both relatable and accessible. Listening now, it gives me a sense of nostalgia, a yearning to be back where I was a year, or two or three years ago. Even now, it is the sound of being alone in a crowd. It is musically perfect, and a piece of exceptional songwriting.

Key lyric…This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary, getting old

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qaeoz_7cyE

Sign of the Times – Harry Styles

The song…  This is Harry Style’s debut single as a solo artist. It was released in early 2017 and appears on his self-titled debut album. It is a power ballad with eclectic influences from genres such as soft rock, indie rock, glam rock and psychedelic soul. It features Styles’ vocals alongside choral harmonies throughout. It is essentially about avoiding emotion during times of grief and hardship.

For me…This is the song of me leaving school (for the first time). Listening to it now coughs up all the feelings of relief, and yet uncertainty. Excitement, but also nerves. Summer 2017 was a turning point for me. I had had a terrible couple of years over my GCSEs, and overall, my second school was a far better place for me to be than my first one ever was. At the time though, I didn’t know this. Sure, how could I? This song helped me figure out my feelings, and make sense of feeling happy when I really didn’t know what I should have felt at all.

Key lyric…We don't talk enough, we should open up Before it's all too much Will we ever learn? We've been here before It's just what we know

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qN4ooNx77u0

Ride – Lana Del Rey

The song… This song comes from Lana Del Rey’s third EP, Paradise, released in 2012. It served as the first single of this re-release. It is a ballad that includes, among other themes, parental problems, loneliness and alcohol misuse. Del Rey sings over a string drenched, piano driven melody.

For me… This is the song of every summer. It has never been an exceptionally happy song for me, but it is the embodiment of what it is to feel young and alive, if a little bit tired. The glamour of it, alongside the acknowledgement that everything isn’t perfect, but that they will be okay if you just go with the flow, was exactly what I needed at the time it was released. The blissful uncertainty of the summers of being 14 and 15, partnered with the irrelevance of the future, is exactly what this song will always be about for me.

Key lyric… Been trying hard not to get into trouble But I, I've got a war in my mind I just ride, just ride

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Py_-3di1yx0

Don’t Delete the Kisses – Wolf Alice

The song… This is the second single from Wolf Alice’s second album, Visions of a Life. It is characterised as dream pop, synth pop, shoegaze and indie rock. Frontwoman Rowsell referred to it as “one of those, you know, ‘head out the window on a long drive’ kind of tunes.’

For me… If ‘ribs’ is the sound of being seventeen, then surely this is the sound of falling in love. This song is the ultimate love song. I am absolutely convinced of it. It is greater than any one person as it is simply the sound of the feeling. I am very lucky that I actually was falling in love for the first time at the time this was released. I will always be indebted to Ellie Rowsell for being there to tell me in plain English how I was feeling. This song has defined every ‘lovey dovey’ mood I have been in for the last two and a half years. I’m sure most people of my age feel the same. It was written for the era we are living in and it is perfectly suited to it.

Key lyric…I see the signs of a lifetime, you 'til I die

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqxE-zppu30

Motion Sickness – Phoebe Bridgers

The song… This is the third single from Phoebe Bridger’s 2017 Debut album ‘Stranger in the Alps.’ It describes “being in love with someone who is super mean to you… like conflicted feelings.” Bridger’s stated to radio station KCRW that the song was written about fellow musician Ryan Adams.

For me… Admittedly, I discovered this song late in the decade. But it’s a song about feelings. Like, really hard feelings. This decade, and especially the latter half of it, threw up a lot of feelings, about a lot of things. I suppose this is fairly standard for most people approaching the end of their teenage years. It’s angsty, without being too bothered about anything. It’s raw and honest; articulating everything I’ve felt about everyone at one stage or another, and I’m equally, I’m sure it articulates enough people’s feelings about me.

Key lyric… You said when you met me you were bored And you, you were in a band when I was born

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sfYpolGCu8

A & E – Brand New Friend

The song… This illustrates the rise and fall of a relationship, and in doing so highlights the more melancholic acoustic side of Northern Irish indie pop group Brand New Friend. It was initially released in 2016 as the closing song of their debut EP, American Wives, but was remastered and re-released on their 2017 album Seatbelts for Airplanes.

For me… This is the song of the medicine application. Bearing in mind I know this band, and know that there is a well-developed meaning to the song that has nothing to do with me, this is the song that I have listened to, and seen live, countless times from the day I decided I wanted to be a doctor to the day I got into medical school and beyond. It is a rare and beautiful connection to have to a song like this, and one for which I am forever going to be grateful. Now, I can’t hear the song live without bawling my wee eyes out. I have come so far, and the band have too, and the song has been with us every step of the way. That truly means the world to me.

Key lyric… She wants to be a paramedic / Wants to save a strangers life / Now she wants to hold my hand / Does she know she’s saving mine?

https://open.spotify.com/track/5RmOfF1s5zW2B942H9OGXT?si=hsauA8iXQN6mXQnL8s0fBw

Brazil – Declan McKenna

The song… McKenna initially self-released this song in December 2014. It is critical of FIFA, of their awarding of the 2014 World Cup to Brazil without addressing the deep rooted and extensive poverty affecting the Nations people. It gained widespread media attention throughout the FIFA corruption scandal, before featuring on his debut album, ‘What do you think about the Car?’ in July 2017. It is an indie rock song that is driven by guitars and synths.

For me… This song was the sound of 2016 and 2017. It was released a while before this but I was fairly late jumping on the bandwagon. It’s a political song, speaking of the injustices behind FIFA and their 2014 World Cup in Brazil. As an angry little leftist, I have always appreciated this. I can only appreciate it more knowing that Declan McKenna himself was only fourteen when he wrote it. For me the song has many happy memories attached to it, from the long summer walks from my house to the nearest village to see my friends who were working as sailing instructors, to attending a tiny gig of Declan McKenna’s in the Oh Yeah Centre in Belfast and being about 6 feet from his face while he was 6 feet from the cusp of fame.

Key lyric…Because you've had your chances, yeah you've had enough I'm gonna burn your house down to spread peace and love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duHjQ3BE6D8

Robbers – The 1975

The song… This is the sixth single from the 1975’s self-titled debut album. It was released as a single in May 2014. The song’s concept follows an ill-fated robbery, and was inspired in part by the 1993 film ‘True Romance.’ It is essentially about a relationship in which the partners are too focused on each other to notice the destruction they are each causing.

For me… This song is fairly definitive of my teenage years as a whole. The narrative of a toxic relationship that the writer could not, or would not leave, was one that I always managed to connect to, across all aspects of my life as a young teenager, encountering uncomfortable situations within school and with different people and groups of friends. Matty Healy was (and honestly still is) one of the biggest crushes I’ve ever had. I’ve now heard this song live three different times, at three completely different phases of my life. It is a song with so much meaning, and yet one that has grown and evolved with me throughout the decade.

Key lyric… Now everybody's dead And they're driving past my old school And he's got his gun, he's got his suit on She says, 'Babe, you look so cool'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iyy3YOpxL2k

Get Well Soon – Ariana Grande

The song… This is the final song on Grande’s 2017 album ‘Sweetener,’ it is a soul ballad with layered vocals, and is inspired by Grande’s personal anxiety and trauma following the May 2017 terrorist attack following her concert in Manchester. In memory of the 22 victims of this attack, there is a 40 second moment of silence at the end of the song.

For me… I am, and have been, a very anxious person for a very long time. This is something I have never really hid away from, but also never felt up to talking openly about. This song manages to describe the feelings associated with anxiety in a way I have never heard any mainstream musician attempt before. Ariana’s concert which was attacked in May 2017, that which inspired this song, immediately followed her concert that my father and sister had attended, and so the whole song and sequence of events is and always has been very close to home for me.

Key lyric…I'm too much in my head, did you notice? (Girl, what’s wrong with you? Come back down)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXU4P6j3TNY

She’s Thunderstorms – Arctic Monkeys

The song… This is the first song from the fourth studio album by arctic monkeys; Suck it and See, released in 2011. It originated when Alex Turner was looking for a new way of complimenting someone. It begins with an Eastern inspired riff and is fairly heavily guitar led, characteristic of this period in the Arctic Monkey’s discography

For me… I’d be lying if I said this isn’t one of my favourite songs of all time. I chose it for this list because it is my favourite song by the arctic monkeys, who are my favourite band. Its subject, Alexa Chung, basically leads the life I wish I had. Even more so at the time this song was written than now. I remember being twelve or thirteen and just wanting someone to write something like this for me. The sheer detail of the lyrics is beautiful and so captivating, they played a huge part in helping me find my love for music in an accessible way. I loved, and still do love, the relationship they had. I feel like it translated so well into his music, and into the popular culture that shaped my teenage years exceptionally well.  

Key lyric…Here is your host, sounds as if she's pretty close When the heat starts growing horns She's thunderstorms

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQSQnHh4rPE

[outside-the-mailstrom]

GENERAL BACKGROUND

I've always been a fan of Marvel comics (or, Marvel Comics' properties, at least) I've fragmentary early memories of Batman The Animated Series, and some associated Batman and Superman comics (aimed at younger readers, in a 'Timmverse' style of the TV shows then airing - gorgeous, simple, iconic Art Deco inspired designs), but for the most part my early conception of superheroes came from what was called "Marvel Hour", a Saturday morning television timeslot ft. back-to-back episodes of cartoons from between the 60s and 90s, starring basically the big names you'd expect. I was quite wee, and don't rightly remember who did and didn't have their own show; obviously the big titles are easy enough for you to guess but I also feel (nebulously) that Iron Man, Hulk, Daredevil, and even the Silver Surfer had their own programs; the line-up jostled, there wasn't an Avengers or Defenders team-up show as there would be these days. There was always Spiderman, of course, and there were generally The X-Men.

X-Men The Animated Series, which was written and produced around the same era as Batman The Animated Series, does not (it has been noted) hold up near so well as its famed compatriot; it has its charms, and is a fascinating window into history, but it's not... strong on revisits. It's a little hard to say how much all this galvanized my interest in the subject matter, and how much it merely looks like it as an artefact of looking back through years of other things layering up (notably the early 00's onward movies, the X-Men Evolution tie-in cartoon [of which I was still, as a viewer, at quite a formative young age], a steadily developing interest in the concept of transition and transformation in all things, and ways that my own self-reinforcing creative projects drew from my standing experience of X-Men as a source material in ways that deepened my interest in, and sympathy for, it as a set of signifiers). Substantial engagement with actual X-Comics, however, comes later; primarily as a fan of the podcast Jay & Miles X-Plane The X-Men (which is pretty much as it sounds; a two-hander deep-dive through X-History & continuity, which settles early in its own run into a charisma and humour driven analytical recap of the major story arcs of the history of the franchise, starting at the Bronze Age [70s onward] and working forward practically issue by issue), aboard which bandwagon I found myself early in its days as a snowballing project (less than a dozen episodes as I recall? Certainly some time before it began to resemble a leading voice in intersectional leftist queer focal fandom, although it was always stridently those things, as well as advocating for a pro-soap opera, pro-minor characters, pro-Cyclops revision to popular understanding of what makes X-Men great).

Of course, if you sit two X-Fans down to talk comics for an hour a week for any length of time, really, under no x-ternal supervision or hard guideline parameters for what subjects are, and are not, on topic (amongst many other things more broad ranging and personal) they're going to get to discussing contemporary releases as well as ancient history. So, at the same time as learning, by glitzy guided tour, the history of The Hellfire Club, how the Phoenix Force actually works, why Scott Summers is autistic and Kitty Pryde is queer, I also got the nod-here-reference-there back ally tour of the contemporary X-Line, as it was shaping up; the early days of the Brian Michael Bendis run, the stuff that came out of Schism and Battle Of The Atom.

Consequently this particular period has always seemed, to me, beguiling.

I spent a period intrigued by it (not least because it’s intriguing, and this is a creative, perhaps even visionary author with strong, distinctive, and original ideas for stories that could be done with this premise and set of characters, and [by the accounts that I was receiving] was executing said ideas, if not flawlessly, at least with panaché). The podcast soon became somewhat of a bonding point between myself and my sister, who (being close in age to me) has always been very immediate in my life, but in such a way as can mean a lot of treading on one another's toes (less risk of that now). Like me she was a long time X-Fan, like me mostly from growing up on related media and finding them abstractly cool (we both had tween crushes on Evolution Nightcrawler - I remember printing out pictures of him from the school library, she now has a tattoo). My sister's completionist tendencies led her to track alongside the podcast, reading originally trade paperbacks and eventually Marvel Unlimited (with a cursory reading of revisionist takes on the Silver Age [60s] - X-Men Season One by Dennis Hopeless and Jamie Mckelvie, then hard-in with the real Bronze Age [70s onward], starting at All New Giant Size X-Men #1, and just working forward). I don't know quite where she's up to now.

I gave this a go, I certainly appreciated things about it, but in general it didn't grab me as my starting point - and while there are many other jumping on points between 1975 and 2013 (already three years in the rear-view by the time I decided to get around to this) the more-or-less present day just seemed the more-or-less obvious point to jump on, so I jumped.

Actually I read the first volume of G. Willow Wilson's Ms. Marvel, up to the 2015/2016 Secret Wars event, then I backed up and read Bendis' entire runs on Uncanny and All New X-Men (which notably, themselves, conclude at the start of Secret Wars), I also read, to my knowledge, all accompanying X-Titles coming out concurrently with the Bendis run, comprising what I'll generally refer to as the wider Bendis Era; Storm by Greg Pak, Cyclops by Greg Rucka, Magneto by Cullen Bunn, X-Force by Si Spurrier (all of which were really quite good, to my mind), and All New X-Factor by Peter David (which wasn't really for me - by which I seem to imply that it's probably for someone... in practice I think perhaps it is simply not really that good). I then read all of the X-Related crossover material that tied in to the aforementioned Secret Wars event (as well as a few non-X-related Secret Wars titles on general recommendation from Jay & Miles' Patreon stretch-goal video reviews of contemporary [primarily X] comic publications). My general process was to read an issue or two at a time then cross-reference with video reviews, as a lot of my engagement with media involves parsing it through the lens of critical voices who represent known quantities relative to my tastes (although it would be erroneous to suggest that by this point I'm not in some way attached to somewhat of a cult of personality around the public personas of the hosts, albeit what seems quite a calm and good natured one).

After finishing the Secret Wars titles I faced a relaunch of the line, and, eager as I was to find out what this experience (and the itemized content within) was like, I'd been a diehard Bendis fan through the process so far and wanted to let my recent reading mellow somewhat; to ruminate, and take a beat to work on other projects - breathe, mourn, let my first formative era of fandom settle before steam-rolling on with a new age.

It’s been… a few years, and while I really do have plenty else I ought be on with I've decided to throw myself back in and read some damn X-Men.

As follows are broadly my thoughts on what I will, somewhat snarkily be calling the 'Ordinary Era' (that is, post Secret Wars, through to the end of Jeff Lemire's Extraordinary X-Men, concluding with the Inhumans vs X-Men event), and beyond.

[oingos-bitch]

Another JoJo Mall Fanfic™ -- Welcome to Bath & Body Works (Part 1)

Beware of Part 5 & Part 2 spoilers!

This  couldn't  get  any  more  awkward.  

Half  an  hour  into  the  mall's  grand  opening  and  there  hadn't  been  a  single  soul  that  so  much  as  wandered  into  the  shop  by  accident;  from  the  way  that  Mr.  Jonathan  had  described  it,  they  had  anticipated  a  flood  of  people.  Yet  here  they  all  were,  each  subconsciously  claiming  a  corner  to  stand  in,  hoping  that  at  least  someone,  anyone  would  care  to  break  the  heavy  silence.  Ten  more  minutes  passed  and  their  prayers  still  had  yet  to  be  answered.

Caesar  got  to  work  wiping  an  imaginary  stain  on  the  counter,  Lisa  Lisa  soon  jumping  on  the  bandwagon  and  dusting  the  displays,  Trish  and  Giorno  mindlessly  arranging  the  candles  by  scent,  then  by  colour.  They  were  two  hours  into  the  day  when  they  finally  heard  a  pair  of  heels  clicking  across  the  floor  and  through  the  door.  Everyone's  head  whipped  around  to  greet  the  customer.

"Welcome  to  Bath  and  Body  Works!  How  may  I  help  you?"

Suzi  Q.  staggered  backwards.  "Wow,  I  didn't  expect  such  a  warm  welcome!  Thank  you!"

Lisa  Lisa  groaned  inwardly  at  the  sight  of  her.  Trish  walked  towards  her.  "So,  what  may  we  help  you  with  today,  ma'am?"  

Lisa  Lisa  looked  away  so  as  not  to  witness  her  crew's  reactions  to  her  reply.

"Oh,  I'm  not  a  customer,  I'm  gonna  be  working  with  you  guys!"

Trish's  jaw  dropped.  "S-So  you're  not  a  customer?"  She  repeated.

"Afraid  not,  dear.  I'm  sorry  for  arriving  so  late,  I  got  lost  on  the  way!  I  hope there  wasn't  too  much  trouble  while  I  was  gone!"  

Caesar  was  the  first  to  laugh.  Trish  was  the  first  to  sob.

'You  have no  idea.'

Suzi  just  knelt  down  to  comfort  Trish  when  Lisa  told  her  to  ignore  it  and  get  ready;  while  the  former  maid  was  busying  herself  with  putting  on  her  smock,  they  once  again  noticed  the  sound  of  shoes.

"Let  me  guess,  you're  supposed  to  work  here?"  Caesar  grumbled.

"Uhhh....No?"  

He  snapped  his  head  up  at  breakneck  speed  to  see  a  bewildered  lady  clutching  a  few  handbags.  He  couldn't  believe  his  eyes.  They  had  a  customer?  They  had  a  customer!  After  two  painstakingly  long  and  boring  hours,  they  finally  had  a  customer!  He  had  to  choke  back  a  relieved  chortle,  forming  his  leftover  grin  into  a  kind  smile.

"Ah,  excuse  me  miss,  I  did  not  mean  to  say  that.  Now,  what  may  I  help  you  with  today,  signorina?"

Confusion  gone,  the  lady  lifted  a  scrap  of  paper  up  to  his  face.

"Uh,  Miss?  What  may  we  help  you  with?"

"Well,  you  can  read,  can't  ya?  I  have  a  coupon  for  30%  off  o'  Boardwalk  Taffy  Fine  Fragrance  Mist,  an'  I  want  exactly  three  o'  those."  

"..."

"Hel-loooo?~  Is  anyone  home?  Get  me  my  Boardwalk  Taffy  Fine  Fragrance  Mist."

Great. The  first  customer  of  the  day  just  had  to  be  one  of  these,  God  couldn't  let  them  have  a  break  for  just  one  second,  could  he?  Not  even  after..

Caesar  froze.  He  didn't  want  to  think  about  that  anymore.  This  was  supposed  to  be  a  new  chance  at  life,  not  more  torment --

He  straightened  up,  plastered  a  saccharine  smile  onto  his  face,  and  gingerly  took  the  coupon  from  the  woman's  hand.  

"Of  course,  sorry  about  that,  Ma'am.  I'll  go  get  that  for  you  right  away,  feel  free  to  shop  arou-"

"Ya  don't  have  to  tell  me  twice."  Her  shoulder  pushed  past  him  as  she  made  her  way  to  the  discounted  soaps.

Poor  Caesar  scrunched  the  paper  in  anger.  'You  barbarian  motherfucker.'

He  made  his  way  to  the  fragrance  table.  Meanwhile,  Trish  rearranged  the  candles  for  the  fourth  time, unaware.  Then  she  felt  a  tap  on  her  shoulder.

The  pink-haired  girl  turned  around.  "Yes,  Ma'am?  How  may  I  help-"

"Save  it,"  the  lady  held  up  a  manicured  hand,  "I  just  wanna  know  if  you  have  any  more  o'  these."  She  waved  a  soap  bottle  in  front  of  Trish's  face.

"Uh,  Miss,  could  you  please  hold  the  bottle  still?  I  can't  read  it  very  well."

"Read  it?  Shouldn't  ya  have  it  memorized?  Some  wonder  employees  they  have  here."  She  snorted.

Trish  wisely  chose  to  stay  quiet  and  read  what  she  could  before  excusing  herself  and  returning  with  a  similar  bottle.

"Here  you  are,  Miss."

The  woman  took  one  look  at  the  bottle,  scrunched  up  her  nose,  threw  her  streaked  hair  over  her  shoulder,  and  jutted  out  her  chin.

"Do  I  look  like  a  Japanese  Cherry  Blossom  kinda  gal?  I  clearly  wanted  Buh-lack  Cher-ry  Mer-lo-uh."  She  slowed  her  words.  "Japanese  Cherry  Blossom  is  for  little  girls  who  like  to  play  dress-up  and  pretend  they  know  a  lick  about  the  world  of  fashion  and  fragrance."

Her  thin  red  lips  curled  up  into  a  sour  simper.  "Kinda  like  something  you'd  wear."

Trish  opened  her  mouth  to  speak  when  the  customer  brutishly  pushed  the  bottle  into  her  hands.  "Here,  in  case  ya  need  a  reminder."

Trish  exchanged  a  glance  with  Lisa  Lisa  as  the  crass  woman  sauntered  off  to  another  display;  normally  they'd  say  something  about  this  sort  of  thing,  but  since  this  was  the  mall's  opening  and  she'd  most  likely  drop  a  really  bad  review,  they  decided  to  suck  it  up  and  spare  Mr.  Jonathan  any  heartache.  

'She's  headed  to  the  counter  now,  anyway.'

'WAIT,  THE  COUNTER.'

Trish  spun  her  head  around  to  she  who  was  managing  the  counter,  hopefully  it  wasn't  who  she  thinks  it  is --

And  what  do  you  know?  It  was.  Giorno  stood  listlessly  behind  the  register.  Anyone  of  them  could've  chosen  to  do  what  is  basically  the  most  exciting  job  right  now,  and  yet  no  one  except  Giorno  fricking  Giovanna  chose  to  do  so?!  Trish  winced  in  anticipation,  everyone  else  had  a  mutual  understanding  of  how  to  best  deal  with  today's  customer,  but  she  knew  for  a  fact  that  Giorno  wouldn't  be  so  merciful  with  her.

Thankfully  she  snapped  out  of  it  and  went  to  go  retrieve  the  soaps  from  the  stockroom  before  the  lady  opened  her  mouth  again.  Speaking  of  the  lady,  she  finally  stepped  up  to  the  register.  Oddly  enough,  she  didn't  treat  Giorno  with the  same  hostility  as  everyone  else,  oh  no.  In  fact,  she  was  outright  flirting  with  him.

"Hello  signorina,  I  trust  that  everything  was  to  your  satisfaction?"

"Well,  it  would  be  if  only  you  could  satisfy  me,"  she  winked.

Unfazed,  Giorno  began  to  scan  the  items  she  picked  out.  "Do  you  have  a  Loyalty  Rewards  account  with  us?"

"No,  but  if  I'm  loyal  to  you  would  you  give  me  a  reward?~"

He  nodded,  "Anyone  who  signs  up  for  the  Loyalty  Rewards  will  get  numerous  specials  and  coupons  sent  right  to  your  phone.  You  can  sign  up  today  for  free."

Blinded  by  his  beauty,  she  absentmindedly  drawled  out  her  e-mail  and  other  information,  all  the  while  sneaking  in  perverse  comments.  Trish  held  back  her  vomit  as  she  dropped  the  soaps  onto  the  table.

"Oh,  there's  the  soaps  I  was  waiting  on!  Fine-uh-lee.  Do  me  a  favour  and  ring  these  up  for  me,  baby  cheeks?~"

On  the  outside  Giorno  skrt  skrt,  but  on  the  inside  he  hurt  hurt.  He  now  joined  Trish  in  the  silent  ritual  of  spiritual  bonding  that  was  holding  back  the  hellish  torrent  of  vomit  they'd  spill  into  the  toilet  after  this  encounter.  

Words  cannot  describe  how  relieved  he  was  when  the  time  came  for  her  to  swipe  her  credit  card  and  pay.  Now  he'd  just  need  to  bag  up  her  stuff  and  send  her  on  her  way,  hopefully  never  to  be  seen  again.  

If  only  it  were  that  easy.

The  card  reader  made  a  small,  jarring  ERR,  startling  Giorno  out  of   his  daydream.  He  looked  at  his  screen,  'CARD DECLINED.'

"I'm  terribly  sorry,  but  your  card  seems  to  be  declined,  Madam."

"HUH?!  No  it  sure  as  hell  isn't,  lemme  see,"  she  craned  her  neck  to  read  the  computer  screen.  She  began  to  hastily  pull  a  myriad  of  receipts  and  whatnot  out  of  her  purse  to  find  her  phone.  

"It  can't  be,  I  swear  Bernard  just  got  paid  today..."  She  grumbled.  At  last,  she  victoriously  held  up  her  phone  and  punched  in  Bernard's  number.  

"Bernard...  HIIIIII, SUH-WEE-TIIIIIE!~  How  are  ya?  Uh  huh,  so  listen,  I'm  out  shopping  for  some  stuff.... Of  COURSE  I'm  having  fun,  thank  you  ba-byyy!  But,  there's  a  little  uh-oh,  my  card  got  declined  for  some  reason!  It's  not  your  fault,  I  know  you  just  got  paid..."

"....Whaddaya  mean  it's  gone??"  Her  face  slowly  morphed  from  shock  to  worry  to anger.

"I  TOLD  you  NOT  TO  USE  THE  COMPUTER  WITHOUT  ME.  I  know  you're  a  businessman  and  all,  but  se-ri-uhs-ly,  Bernard,  how  many  times  has  someone  stolen  from  your  account?  Do  you  know  how  EMBARRASSING  that  is  for  me??  Don't  ya  love  me?"

The  rest  of  the  crew  tried  their  best  to  look  away.  They  busied  themselves  with  patrolling  the  store,  hiding  in  the  stockroom,  anything,  all  of  them  choking  back  laughter  at  the  scene.  Meanwhile,  the  customer  raged  on,  further  damaging  Bernard's  nearly  deaf  ears.

She  solemnly  hung  up.  Turning  around,  she  calmly  glanced  at  Giorno  before  furiously  shoving  the  bag's  contents  onto  the  ground  along  with  a  slew  of  curses.  Of  course,  her  grand  debut  was  not  complete  without  her  kicking  a  few  displays,  huffing  on  her  way  out.

Lisa  Lisa  held  the  phone  in  her  hands  to  call  security,  only  for  Giorno  to  stop  her  and  gesture  to  the  register.  

The  declined  card  still  remained  in  the  card  reader,  and  Lisa  Lisa  watched  in  awe  as  he  transformed  the  plastic  to  a  small  butterfly.  A  familiar  face  appeared  not  long  after.

"Have..Have  any  of  ya  seen  my  card?!"

"No,  Miss,  I'm  afraid  we  haven't.  If  I  remember  correctly,  you  placed  it  into  your  wallet."

"Well... If  ya  say  so,  honey bun."

Once  she  was  out  of  earshot  the  whole  shop  erupted  in  laughter.  Caesar  was  the  first  to  crack,  and  soon  he  doubled  over  in  pain  from  laughing  so  hard,  Trish  following  along  with  tears  streaming  down  her  face.  After  a  solid  ten  minutes  of  ugly  cackling  they  tried  to  compose  themselves,  Caesar  having  to  sit  down  until  he  could  move  without  hurting.

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Lunchtime  rolled  around  without  a  hitch.  Caesar  waved  to  the  others,  "I'm  going  out  for  lunch,  anyone  want  anything?"

"Where  to?"

"Rainforest  Cafe."

Lisa  Lisa  snorted.  "Nice.  Can  you  get  me  the  Spicy  Stir-Fry,  please?"

"Okay.  Anyone  else?"

"What's  Rainforest  Cafe?"

Lisa  Lisa  stared  at  Trish  and  Giorno  with  wide  eyes.  "You've  never  had  it  before?  Why,  it's  one  of  the  only  places  that  even  resemble  gourmet  at  this  fast-food-filled  hellhole."

"But  there's  also  a  Dave  &  Buster's..."

The  Hamon  trainer  dismissed  them  with  a  wave.  "Go  on  now,  both  of  you,  and  don't  come  back  until  you're  educated  in  the  world  of  mall  cuisine."

"And  I  want  some  Daytona  Beach  Wings  from  Hooters,  please!"  Suzi  added  as  the  trio  headed  out.

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"The  Anaconda  Pasta  sounds  promising... I  suppose  I'll  have  that."  

"And  I'll  have  the  Aloha  Shrimp  and  Salmon,  please."

"And  the  Spicy  Stir-Fry  and  MoJo  Bones  for  me,  thank  you."

"Alright...Will  that  be  all?"

Caesar  nodded.  

"Okay,  your  orders  should  be  out  in  a  bit."

 Trish  eyed  the  waiter  as  he  walked  away.

"His  hat's  so  tall... What  weird  fashion..."

Giorno  looked  around  the  place  as  he  waited.  The  decor  was  cheesy,  as  he  expected,  but  the  menu  didn't  seem  all  that  bad.  The  waiters'  uniforms  could  use  a  bit  of  work,  and  maybe  start  regulating  haircuts?  That  short  guy  over  there  could  not  have  a  more  unflattering  hairdo.

'WAIT.'

Unfortunately  for  him,  he  locked  eyes  with  the  short  waiter,  whose  mouth  dropped  in  utter  shock.  Even  from  across  the  room,  Giorno  swore  he  could  hear  the  sharp  gasp  and  the  soft  thud  of  the  waiter's  pen  hitting  the  floor.  Said  waiter  drew  his  hand  up  to  point  at  the  blond  boy.

"Y-YOU!  YOU'RE  THE  ONE  WHO  STOLE  MY  LUGGAGE!"

[doloresabernathysworld]

His Dark Materials season 1 episode 7

Guys, I don't want this to end, so maybe that's why I didn't post anything this past week... That and the threat of not finding a house when I have to move first thing after new years, but that's another story.

So, let's address the elephant in the room, and start by talking about that bear fight. The fight scene was nice, I understand not showing Iofur dying on screen - I understand but I don't approve - but the lack of armour bothered me a lot. The armour is to panserbjørn what dæmons are for people, and I hate to jump into the bandwagon, but this shows some neglect towards these relations.

So now that that's been talked about, I won't address the fight again. I'll start by talking about Mrs Coulter in this episode. That scream at the beginning of the episode was everything! She's so frustrated because not only Lyra escaped, she managed to destroy her life work. The scene with Sister Clara was amazing, just a reminder that she's ruthless and a wee bit homicidal. Plus Sister Clara really is there showing that a dæmonless person doesn't have any will of their own.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but on the scene with McPhail, is that a bloodstain on Coulter's chin? Because if it is, maybe she killed Sister Clara after all. And how chilling was that the monkey was so calm throughout that interaction!

The scene with McPhail was amazing too, the way she absolutely refuses to stand down and how she alters her behaviour to get what she wants...

In contrast, we have Elaine Parry. She's the one being bullied and intimidated, but her love for her son is so big that she draws strength from it. Boreal is such a bad person, taking advantage of her mental state, showing his dæmon and gaslighting Elaine on the spot... I just want to dropkick him!

I love they introduced Will's plot early on, it's so important to see the difference between Marisa and Elaine as mothers to understand our protagonists as the story progresses.

And, since I was talking about Elaine, how about my boy, Will? Every moment he's on screen is heartbreaking. First, we already see he's kind of invisible by choice, then we see his longing while he observes parents picking their kids from school, only to turn into apprehension when he sees his mother. And sure, he may not believe her at first, as paranoia is one of her symptoms, but as soon as he sees their house was broken in, he immediately tried to keep his mum safe, and you can see he finally believes her and how guilty he feels for not doing it sooner. Seriously, Amir Wilson is doing an amazing job as Will, I'm so happy my favourite character is being represented by such a talented boy!

The "murder" scene was so tense, I was holding my breath the entire time. It broke my heart to see Will approaching his teacher's house, and turning back because he knew it put his mum in danger to be there... My poor boy...

Now before I start crying, let's talk about my girl, my little liar, Lyra Silventongue herself! I loved they included the dungeon scene so Lyra could learn about Iofur's desire of having a dæmon, her lightbulb moment, and the conversation with the bear king... You can totally tell Iofur is not a proper bear from the way he talks and how much emotion is evolved, while Iorek is more neutral and calm even in his fury.

Lee being happy everyone is alive and well, and being ready to fight for Lyra was adorable, and so was Iorek immediately asking the alethiometer if Lee was okay. Iorek Lee is the best bromance of the year!

The best friendship goes to Lyra and Roger, tho, and today it'll be hard... But every moment they're together is so tender and sweet...

James McAvoy as Asriel really is everything I've ever wanted. I was looking forward to Asriel and Lyra's reunion, and it did not desapoint. And the way his expression changed when he saw Roger *chef's kiss*. I liked the detail that Lyra was in an angle where she couldn't see Asriel's face, just like in the book. That way, Lyra is hurt and feels rejected by her own father without understanding what's really going on, and Roger gets to tell her that Asriel looked like a wild animal looking at him.

Okay, in a few hours I'll be crying! Who will join me?

[songhahayoung]

A one-shot about orla’s Gay Awakening™?

In the darkness of the room Orla shared with her cousin she felt suffocated. It was that time of the night where everything was still and silent, which left her alone with only her thoughts to occupy her. She just wanted to scream. 

Her best friend had came out to the group and she noticed everyone’s initial reaction - it wasn’t good. Orla was scared because of a secret she hid deep inside, something she had denied the existence of for so long. 

So I like girls? Or am I just saying this to jump on the bandwagon?

Only the first thought was true. Ever since she was a child she found herself strangely infatuated by female singers and celebrities while the thought of a boy band turned her stomach. If anything, the boys were the people she envied because they were allowed to hold these girls, kiss these girls, caress these girls, love these girls, without it being frowned upon.

Her earlier hint towards her sexuality was when she was playing in the backyard with Clare and Michelle. They were chasing each other with sticks. As she was running away from Michelle she bumped head first into Clare who was hiding behind a brick wall - their faces collided, their lips met. 

“Eugh! Gross!” they both said in perfect synchronisation, because that was what was expected of them to say. 

Then later, in gym class, was the worst times for Orla. She kept her head down, even hiding in the shower cubicles to change because an alien feeling came to the surface every time she was surrounded by these soft-skinned and long haired girls. The only part of them that she could consider imperfect was the bruises and grazes on their skin from the rough contact sports they’d play, but even then, it added a bit of character. 

She bit her lip and pushed the feelings to the back of her mind. 

I can’t be. This isn’t me. I like boys...and only boys. 

Across from their school was an all boys school, when they had to head home Orla would cross paths with a few of them. She rolled her eyes at their attempts to be funny while Erin would fawn over them. Their two reactions seemed such polar opposites and nothing made sense.

“Lesbians do exist!” she said proudly as she held up the newspapers. That’s when it hit her. 

Lesbians do exist. Lesbians like me. I’m not broken. There is nothing wrong with me. I’m like her. I’m the wee lesbian too.

Then it was the day where she found out her best friend had been hiding a giant secret all of her life. The bravery of Clare gave her courage to be true to herself too.

As soon as the groups friendship was repaired - by them all dancing like eejits on stage - Orla had a confession to make as well.

Firstly she dragged Clare aside, “How did you know?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“What made you realise you were a lesbian?” 

“I’ve always known,” Clare gave her nothing.

Orla looked puzzled and tried to rephrase her question, “So like...when you saw girls you just felt something there but nothing for boys right?” 

“Essentially, yeah.” 

“I feel the same way.” 

“What?” asked Clare.

“I feel the same way,” Orla repeated.

“Are you sure? Is this not just a bit too much of a coincidence?” 

“Maybe but, you’ve made me realise that it’s okay to be open about it. I need you to believe me,” Orla seized Clare’s shoulders and shook her a little. 

“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to trust you.” 

Orla let go and looked towards the group that was sat outside, “Should I tell them too?” 

“Give it a while, they need to come to terms with me first,” Clare advised.

They rejoined the others and Orla kept her mouth shut about her revelation as they made their way home.

A month had passed since Clare had came out to the group and Orla felt it was her time to now come clean. She gathered them all in the kitchen, while the house was empty of parent and relatives, and offered various packets of sugary sweets. 

“This seems like a very formal occasion, what’s the deal?” Michelle asked.

Orla looked towards Clare as if to ask for help, Clare mouthed something to her, she completely misunderstood - lip reading wasn’t her forte. She said calmly, “I’m a lesbian.” 

Erin spat out her drink. Clare let her face collide with her hand, that was not what she mouthed.

“You as well?” Michelle asked, “Jesus, is there anyone in this group that is straight?” 

“I’m straight,” James inputted.

Michelle scoffed, “Yeah dream on.”

“I mean it was only a matter of time...I could have told yous all that,” Erin commented and shrugged her shoulders.

“Wait, you knew?” Orla asked.

“We grew up together, of course I knew.”

The entire atmosphere was one of acceptance. Nothing about her had changed because this was who she always was. 

[thevioletcaptain]

Hey, I agree with you that it's important to support canon couples, but I'm also worried that you seem to imply being rude and insulting people is okay. Natalie was completely out of bounds, and she could have said she disagreed in a thousand different ways - for instance, like you did in your tags. Just - so many people read your blog and respect what you have to say - maybe let's make it clear it's never okay to be so aggressive and mean? Let's keep it civil.

Reply under the cut :)

First off, sorry for the delayed response--I was at work all day yesterday, and then immediately went to visit a friend until the wee hours of the morning. I had no idea that anyone would be so upset by anything that I’d added to the discussion, so opening tumblr this morning has basically been like

Yes, I agree that the wording of Nat’s original reblog was harsher than necessary. I’ve since spoken to her, and she too admits that she could have worded it less aggressively.

It didn’t ping as particularly offensive to me at the time I hit reblog, most likely because I am good friends with Nat and understood her frustration and her meaning. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize the potential for hurt when I agreed with the reblog.

Had it registered to me as something that could cause this much grief for anyone, I would have made my own post separate from the original to give my thoughts on the topic.

For related reasons, I won’t link to the post or to the OP anywhere in this post as I can see from my dash that they are really upset about the whole thing, and I’m not about to bring any further unwanted discussion to their notifications. I regret that I added to the hurt that they’re feeling, but from a post of theirs it seems that they don’t want any contact with anyone who agreed with the reblog at all, so I’m going to respect that.

That said, I feel it’s important to clear up some apparent misconceptions that I’ve seen floating around in my few minutes online. 

The point of my tags was that rallying to beat a ship whose potential win of this otherwise meaningless annual poll could actually mean positive things for the continuation of the show they’re on doesn’t sit well with me personally. That’s all. I sure as hell didn’t mean that I think anyone who voted for Dean/Cas is a terrible person, and I truly hope nobody thought that’s what I was saying.

Obviously if someone has never heard of or seen an episode of One Day at a Time, they wouldn’t have known about the particular reasons why rallying to squash Syd/Elena might have been different than rallying to squash, say... Eleanor and Tahani from The Good Place. 

That’s why I felt it was worth sharing the post, and why I listed a bunch of the positive aspects of the show in my tags. 

The “crush the competition, we’re better than them” attitude that I’d seen spread over multiple platforms during this particular round of March Madness was bothering me BECAUSE half the people sharing the message had no idea what they were rallying against, and I thought it was important for people to know better before they just blindly jumped on the bandwagon.

I had a similar gut reaction the year we were up against Clexa from The 100, though as that show wasn’t in a precarious position, I ignored the discomfort and simply didn’t vote at all, rather than speak up about it. I could not stomach doing that again this year, because as mentioned, One Day at a Time is in dire need of attention and support.

This was never about shaming people who saw their OTP in the bracket and merrily clicked on them. 

It was about pointing out the actual negative effects of actively campaigning to obliterate the competition through multiple votes* that a fledgling ship could not reasonably compete with, even if there were a handful of bronlies or anti-Misha people trying to boost their numbers out of pure spite.

(*The multiple votes thing is just...  ugh. Don’t even get me started on the way Zimbio run this thing, because it’s been making me grind my teeth for years.)

Anyway. I’m sure this has all been hashed out ad infinitum by multiple people over the past twenty-something hours since it all went down. For all I know, discussion has already stopped and the only reason I saw any of it was because of Tumblr’s terrible out-of-order dashboard algorithms.

I just wanted to address my own part in the whole mess, and apologize for offending the OP. It certainly was not my intention, though I know that means little when they felt hurt anyway.

[heroesarelife]

now I want to request an hc (or imagine as you wish) of the characters kirishima, bakugou and denki playing a game of terror. Yes, it can be together or apart as you wish. ;)

YUSSS THIS IS BAKUSQUAD TIME I’m so thrilled /o/ I love them to pieces, like. I know you asked just kiri, kami and baku but it ended up being the whole squad, oops. Also i wasn’t entirely sure what you meant by game of terror so i went for horror movies instead. And with, you know, a wee game twist at the end. Thanks so much for dropping by and requesting

The idea came from Kirishima and Mina messing around, like always. They decided a perfect halloween plan would be a spooky movie night full of thematic treats. Sero’s jumped into the bandwagon immediately.

Bakugou sort of just accepted his fate, not without some angry remark in his special brand of tsundere-ism.

“You fuckers are just a bunch of asshole brats, fuck off! Okay, I will fucking go as long as you fucking shut the fuck up. Fucking nuisances.”

Kaminari is tries to hide he’s low-key worried, but ends up failing extraordinarily and everyone knows he’s scared less than 10 minutes after the idea is introduced. A realization that makes a very uncharacteristically demonic smile appear on both Mina’s and Sero’s face. The exchange A Look™

Now Kaminari is extremely high-key worried, mentally writing his own will as he has no hopes of surviving that night. Or at least not unscathed.

The fateful day arrives and Kirishima is So Pumped™, he got this whole movie collections and wants everyone to enjoy themselves.

In secret, Mina and Sero slip in another movie they brought, which so happen to be the scariest of all times. The ghost kind, that so happened to be the type Kaminari was more scared of. Oops.

After a lot of messing around, it takes Bakugou’s threatening them all with some explosions for them so sit down and actually watch the damn movies.

Halfway into the ghost one, Kaminari is going full dumb-mode without having to use his quirk. Sero and Mina are snickering to themselves, but secretly are a bit scared. Kirishima and Bakugou are just chilling.

Suddenly lights go on and off, and things begin to move ever so slightly in the house. Kaminari is the first to notice, and shakes rather visibly.

It takes the candies to suddenly be thrown away from the table and from their hands for Mina, Sero and Kirishima to start taking this seriously and get scared along with him.

It’s when the television goes into static mode that all of them start sweating, Bakugou going as far as threatening the empty living room.

Kaminari would like to be dead now, please.

“Okay guys, stop. That’s enough okay. Okay…. I get it, hahaha so funny, you invited Hagakure to scare me. I’m scared, well done. Can we stop now.”

Sero, Kirishima and Mina look at each other in horror, swallowing dry. No, they did not invite Hagakure, what was going on? Was it a real ghost? They all go pale simultaneously as Bakugou let’s out a disdainful scoff.

That’s when everything goes dark and a loud and sinister laugh is heard from across the room, as the static noise goes on.

They screamed and tried to split at full speed, running into each other and instead ending in a confusion of legs and arms in the ground, defeated and in panic. Unnoticed by them, Bakugou still sat on the couch. Smirking in victory, he lifted a thumbs up in the direction he believed Hagakure to be at this point. Yup, this had been worth his whole chocolates and candies stash.

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Kaitlyn! Please, for the love of god, never use it.

Nickname: Katy, Kat, variations; (Katydid, Katybug, Kitkat, etc.) But if you wanna call me something else, that’s fine too!

Age: 22! Simultaneously too old and a wee bab, lmao

Faceclaim: Not something I do! I could never pick just one, besides maybe my own face! (I’d thought about using Shuu Iwamine or Rize Kamishiro before, if that says anything haha)

Pronouns: Your highness/My liege She/Her! But “they/them” is good too.

Height: ~5’6”-5’7”; I can’t remember the last time I checked.

Birthday: Poppin’, obviously March 30th.

Aesthetic: Purple and black?? EGNautilus scientists tittering excitedly over adorable or exciting sea creatures. Omnipresent Mountain Dew cans, fast food and colorful kneesocks. 2AM adventures on clear nights in summer that last until dawn starts sending it’s first beams into the sky. Spacey FPS games and cutesy RPG and Pokemon games interspersed throughout. Weathered frames and tired eyes. ROBOTS… I have no idea, man. A lot of things!

Last song you listened to: “The Thief and the Moon” by Shawn James!

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: kfkjdf. Sixes definitely counts,, Uhh. My first was a canon-divergent Eridan, who I’d played before Act 6 was even close to being a thing! And he was a lot of fun. Accidentally made a “do not that” meme that still sometimes plagues me to this day ldkfdk A dream-bubble/dead Karkat who’d been murdered in his timeline’s Gamzee’s rampage and only had one eye, he was a biiiig favorite. I loved having enough energy for that all; typing that much shittalk??? Was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done in roleplay, holy shit. Entire fucking PAGES of just these absolutely USELESS rants because that nubby little shit had so much passion for it. Fuck. I loved Karkat. A bloodswapped, cobalt-blooded Karkat who was also post-game for a pre-established timeline where trolls and humans co-existed on the same planet(s). He was a Thief of Blood and a massive asshole; at his worst, he was manipulative, isolative, vengeful, restless… But also, he was a really big dork??? He LOOOOOVED spy movies and probably popped boners regularly for Black Widow and James Bond or the Kingsmen. Fucking nerd. He fancied himself a spy; his best friend was a badass hacker, and they’d (F)LARP together as a stereotypical “you hack, I’ll infiltrate” team. Before Earth, he never cared about Christmas, but one year his richass neighbourhood started putting up flashy decorations and he got jealous, so he stole a shitton of them to make his own house look the best. He’s so… So stupid. I love him so much. And of course, jumping off the Homestuck bandwagon; I have Lv/Hadz! My dorky, sadsack pun machine. A (sort of, mostly) secret post-genocide Sans; the Bad Run™ had been reset after completion, but something went wrong, so he remembers it. Still, he’s been running for like, two years now! So he’s had a lot of time to go and bury all that as deeply as monsterly possible lmaooo. He’s distrusting, paranoid, and isolative himself; but he’s probably the most all-around good guy on this list. He just wants to get on with his life and never have to fight anyone ever again, lmfao. I… I also have a few OCs, but you’ll have to pry those out of my cold, dead hands. … Carefully. With lots of reassurance. (I’m very shy…)

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): I like… Undertale. And I like Underfell enough that once the idea was presented to me, my mind kinda ran away with it, haha. It started with Hopper, my weird UF Sans! But it feels like every time I approach the AU I have slightly different ideas for it, pfft. I guess with Sixes, I wanted to step away from the skeletons for awhile! I was really excited about messing with Mettaton for it, because I… Really liked listening to the radio for awhile, haha. I thought it’d be kind of cool if instead of being really excited to be seen flaunting himself across a television set, he wasn’t so happy with how he turned out physically, and made his influence a little less directly visible. It fit in well with the seemingly common theme of conflict in Underfell, and things just really exploded from there! It’s hard to summarize in just a few short words. That said, Sixes probably wouldn’t have a blog at all if it wasn’t for tumblr user wibler’s- Sixes’ Sans!- mun coaxing me into giving it a shot! She has a lot of faith in my creative abilities. I dunno what I’d do without her support through the past few years, heheh. She’s neat.

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: LOUD ANGRY ROBOT LMFAO Shit though, I dunno! I like writing a character who goes through the bipolar disorder motions, the manics and the depressives. I love watching him go hot and cold on characters as he flipflops through his impulses and subsequent regrets. I love that in his timeline, everyone knows him while he himself actually… Hardly knows anyone at all. He’s made himself untrustworthy, and in turn doesn’t trust anyone, either, so he hardly ever opens up beyond… You know. Angry screaming, or shameless flirting and flattery, ignoring personal space bubbles… I love that his Sans being absent kind of smacked him on the nose, because that was someone he was actually making a connection with, but tried to play it off like Sans was just another moment in his life so he kind of treated him like a dick lmao. Deadass knew the poor little dude had anxiety issues and scared him on purpose, made joking death threats, joked about flirting with his shittyass brother… Sixes was such a prick. Fuck. And he realizes that! And after ditching his family just to have a cataclysmic fallout with his other BFF, Alphys, Sans disappearing… It’s something he blames himself for. It kind of sobered him up a little to the way his actions affect people. AND DESPITE EVERYTHING, HE STILL USES HIS CAMERAS (THAT HE STOLE FROM ALPHYS IN A PETTY FIT) SCATTERED ACROSS THE UNDERGROUND AND HIS SHITTY TRAP ROOMS IN HOTLAND TO PUBLICALLY HUMILIATE RANDOM CITIZENS IN A WIPEOUT-ESQUE PODCAST ON THE UNDERNET. At least that assholitude earns him money, though! Fuck. I also reaaallly love how different AUs bring out different aspects of his character, but that’s a rant for another time or place! Hoo. I dunno, man. I could go on about Sixes for like, ever. He’s a really fun muse.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: I’m… I’m not even gonna lie, a lot of it is the positive feedback lmao. I don’t, uh. Do much these days, creatively or recreationally speaking, and I don’t really have a lot of friends IRL… Er, any, actually, if you’re only counting closehand. All my friends live hundreds of miles away, and it sucks. But this is… Simultaneously social and creative. I get to talk to people, and make friends, and toss creativity back and forth with people, and it’s really fulfilling. I love to be a part of other people’s creative processes! I love seeing what other people do with THEIR characters, and when we all??? Interact??? Mother of God, it’s such a treat! Everyone’s so creative and impressive and inspiring… And hearing/seeing us all go back and forth about what we admire in each other… I’m pretty happy with just being a part of writing, and telling other people that I love what they do! But every now and then it comes back around to me in little ways, and it feels really special. It’s hard to imagine anyone liking my stuff past a “they’re pretty cool I guess, yeah” sentiment, despite my glittering impression of a lot of the writers in the community; so when someone DOES say they like my stuff, even just by saying they like a drawing, or like the way I described something, I go OFF THE WALL LMAO. Straight up dissolve and slip through the floorboards a la Gaster style with how lovely it feels. Shucks… And, you know. Watching characters develop in general- whether they be mine or not- is really fulfilling and inspiring. A good cycle.

Favourite types of threads: Anything that feels meaningful! I love it when two characters make any kind of connection, despite the context. That said, typically “angst” and “fluff” style threads are a big favorite, but there has to be, like… you know. Meaning to it. It feels really… I dunno, cardboardy to just throw a muse into a woodchipper for no particular reason just to have them drag themselves to another muse begging for help or to have a chance to explain some kind of deep, edgy feeling or story. Baseless fluff has a lot more wiggle room lmao, but that can get really monotonous really quick if something more significant fails to spark somewhere along the line. Just so long as something’s getting achieved somehow, I guess! If it feels like nothing’s changed between the two at the end of the thread, it feels really unfulfilling and hollow.

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: URRRGH. IMPLEMENTING THE RADIO SHOW/PODCAST THING… On one hand, Sixes has kind of collected the idea that the multiverse is a very indifferent place towards the goings-on within his timeline! And, he supposes, that that suits him fine. Hurts his pride a little, but it’s something he’s just going to curl up and lick his wounds for, pfft. But still! I wish I knew how to make it a little more obvious and prominent- The same could go for his growing industry, too! I guess I’ve just been jobless too long to really have a feel for it like I should, oof… Additionally, drawing him is reALLY HARD… He’s in his classic box form most of the time because he’s really insecure about his EX form, and yet I draw his EX form more than anything because the box is frustrating to draw??? And despite it all, I’m still not sure I’m terribly happy with how his EX form looks!!! He’s supposed to be a little closer to a NEO design than initially planned, as Alphys fully intended him to be a KILLING MACHINE from the start without telling him! But he caught on early on, and they kind of bullied each other into compromising a bunch of things until he was just this “hideous” mess that neither of them were terribly happy with… So, you know. The indecision carried over to me too, evidently! Ugh.

Tagged by: nah! Just stole it was all. (from slobbyseconds/coolskeletonsdontcry forever ago, but just got around to now. kfjf)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to! @ me back if you do it, though; I love reading these things!

[winterheart17]

Managed to write something down for the first time in a year. So, granted, it’s going to be still a wee bit rough around the edges but I’m hoping to slowly jump back on the fanfic writing bandwagon. I’ll try to answer all my wonderful messages I’ve received throughout the year over the next couple of weeks! Also, the following week is going to be really crazy for me so if I’m not on, don’t worry, I haven’t disappeared again!

If you’d like to read a little something naughty I wrote, here ya go: [one shot] Mine

[eyesseeingbeyondtheveil]

Excitement at the Saucer

( Just me bored. And thinking about the trend that the Songbirds might have started...was interesting. And what can I say? I’m a fangirl of the trope of main character chicks in music groups... )

“Oh Aimee! Aren’t they wonderful?!”

The delighted squeal of Rosalyn, one of the fellow dancers and waitresses that worked the Saucer drew the healers eyes over from the table she was currently busing, collecting plates in to a stacked pile on one hand. It was hard to hear or even think with the lights and music still in full swing of the evening. “Sorry - who are we talking about?”

“Why, the outside music group that was brought in!”, Florah was quick to join in, shouting in her normal joyful manner from another table nearby where she was just getting ready to whisk to the back group with her latest order. She winked at Aimee’s rather bemused face then nodded her head up to one of the stages set with lights swinging to and fro, reflecting all array of colors from the glass plates slid in front of them. Sure enough, there was a line up of people there, twisting and swaying along with the beat of the music with special technology meant to enhance and throw their voices out across the assembled crowd that was equally jumping and bouncing about.

Still not quite getting the fuss of it all, Aimee picked up the last plate and hurried to catch up to Rosalyn, who was jotting notes on her order paper on the way back to the kitchens. She, too, had a certain step that betrayed her for being more intent on the melody than her task, but that was not such a big thing...A smile on a pretty girls’ face in the Saucer sold more ales and kept the atmosphere high. “-How-”, the other girl demanded with another a sidelong peek at her friend. “are you not shaking that tail of your’s, girl? This beat just makes you -have- to!”

“Are you sure you’re just not one cup of black too deep in?”, Aimee teased back, tempted to bump the other girl but not wanting to upset her load. ‘Black’ was the term they used for the coffee served there...something that would keep the clientele gambling to the wee hours and the employees working extra shift from falling asleep midstep.

Rosalyn rolled her pretty brown eyes as she shoved open the door for the both of them. “C’mon, Aimee...I can’t believe you! Music groups are the hottest new thing sweeping Eorzea! First the Songbirds now the Phoenix Ashes...”, handing her order to one of the cooks racing from one stove to the other, Rosalyn then turned to Aimee to split the dishes in her arms so they could more safely set them to the bottom of one of the large tub sinks and start scrubbing them.

“Two groups. -Two-! They’ll hardly replace the bards who tell -real- stories about -real- events of the adventurers-”

“As heard through word of mouth! Really, you can’t tell me that you fully believe everything they say any more. Those stories have been retold so many times, not to mention bards and their need to -embellish- a skinned near to the loss of an arm to make their story more interesting!”

Now it was Aimee’s turn to laugh as she plunged her hands in to the suds, a bristle brush removing the last of the grease and food waste from the plate surface she was holding. “Okay, okay...You do have a point there.”, she conceded.

“More than just one, if we’re genuinely going to discuss this! Bards are romantic with their smooth tongues but so aloof and withdrawn on the regular! Look at the Songbirds and their latest trip through...They were -with their fans-! MINGLING!”

Three dishes in already, the young blonde shook her head all the more. In the silence, Rosalyn must’ve felt the need to keep putting her gil in since her friend was unconvinced. “And think of how romantic! Even if what they’re singing isn’t completely true either, they draw up romance straight out of a novel! Not to mention the life in the star light with everyone adoring you, and all the pretty dresses you get to wear and the places you see...”

Aimee’s face softened. She could understand that, at least, that want to travel and see and do...She’d had some taste of it, and still loved the notion of it. Then she firmly shook her head, cause one part of the whole was hardly worth daydreaming over. “Well, if you intend to get on that bandwagon, Roz, you better hurry. If it is a thing that’ll be sticking around, then soon those two groups are going to be twenty and then there will be huge competition!”

Sweeping up another tables order, Rosalyn rounded on her with eyes going big enough to show whites all around. “Let’s do it! You me and Florah! Oh, and maybe we should bring in a guy too...Nobody has done that yet! What about Thomas...or James...James has that -mouth-....”

“Except James can’t sing.”

“Right, right...well he can dance! You’ve danced beside him before, you know what I mean. He kicks nearly as high as the girls do...”

“Hey, what about me?”, a sudden deep voice cut in, and both girls paused on their way back out to swing about and see Blanbyrm , a rather muscular (they all rather are, aren’t they? ) Rogadyn who was holding a cleaver that chopped down with a hard clank straight through the shank of meat in front of him. He was grinning at them, his rugged face amused.

“Oh, yes, Byrm. If we ever need to cut meat while preforming, we know just who to call!”, Rosalyn waved a delicate hand at him to playfully shoo him back to his cutting table, which earned her a chuckle.

“Shouldn’t count me out. Just cause I work in the kitchens don’ mean I can’t swoon a crowd.”, the last part came out in a barrel of a baritone. His was was nice and rich, but it still provoked both girls to giggles.

“Hey!”, Thomas, the aforementioned consideration in all their play, suddenly threw open the double swinging door. He normally tended the seating, and right then was looking positively murderous. His sandy hair was poking out every which way and his face was a mixture of pale and blotched with spots of red from temper and stress. Rosalyn gave a start and nearly splattered food all over the floors, and Aimee felt her own self rock back in surprise. “We’ve got more customers pilin’ in and the boss is wandering around somewhere making sure that their all seen to and their orders taken! Stop blabbering back here and get back to the tables before he fires the lot of us!”

Without even waiting for a reply, he slapped the doors back shut and left them swinging on their hinges. “And -that-...is why we wouldn’t be taking Thomas.”

Beside Aimee, Rosalyn straightened and laughed, while behind them Blanbyrm smiled thinly and returned to his food table.

[neon-skies95]

Tagged by @sketchesanddoodlesandthings​

So I’ll tag @artimus-maora​, @spaceferrari​, and @141-point-12​. Do what you will.

Favorite Place: My bed. It’s warm and will never harm me.

Relationship Status: Single. 

Favorite Color: Orange,

Pets: Currently deceased.

Last song I listened to: Keep on Loving you by REO Speedwagon

Favorite TV show: That’s a good question... Generally when I watch something, I rarely re-watch it. I guess Courage the Cowardly Dog then, that’s the one I re-watch the most.

First Fandom: Power Puff Girls and Barbie. That was in the old-time when I was a wee bab.

Hobbies: Playing video games, watching anime and cartoons. It used to be drawing, but that’s kind of my job now.

Books I’m currently Reading: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Also slowly making my way through Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.

Favorite book: Phoenix: Future by Osamu Tezuka

Name: Mia

Nickname: just use shortened version of my URL, neon. the internet using my real name just feels weird.

Sign: Scorpio.

Height: 5′1″

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw. 

Favorite animal: Echidnas. They don’t have boobs so they lactate out their pores. They’re the raddest.

Time right now: 10:10 am.

Average hours of sleep: fuk

Cat or dog person: Dog. If I touch a cat, my throat closes and I run the risk of dying.

Favorite fictional character from Harry Potter: Norbert

Number of blankets you sleep with: ∞

Favorite singer or band: The Protomen. u thought echidnas were the raddest thing holy shit these wonderful ppl are 10x as rad

Dream trip: Tour of Japan. Just roughly half a year to explore the whole country. Learn some shit, buy some shit. The works.

Dream job: Character design for a video game company. I’m currently a level designer and concept artist for video game courses, so I’m getting there.

When was this blog created: long-ass fucking time ago when i was young and dreamed of glory

When did your blog reach its peak: haha wat the fuk is that?

What made you decide to make a tumblr: Most of the links to my OTPs traced back to tumblr and I had some friends already on it, so I figured I’d jump on the bandwagon.

5 things you’ll find in my bag: My laptop, at least 2 different chargers, my tablet, some pencils (most broken), and headphones.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: There is no bedroom, only plush toys.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life: Sleep all day, play all night, travel the world, learn at least one new language, and be productive. Some of these things contradict the others on this list...

5 things that make me happy: Cartoons, sleeping, plush toys, the cheesiest of music, and good scenery.

5 things I’m currently into: Pokemon, Sherlock Holmes, Transformers, Metal Gear, and sleeping

5 things on my to-do list: Required reading, meetings, finish MGSV, finish Birth by Sleep, speaking of sleep...

5 things people may not know about me: I’m a huge history buff and I like to learn as much as I can about history from different points of view. There are about 4 boxes of plush toys in my permanent home and at least 1 more still in the basement. I was a “Sherlockian” before the BBC show came out, and to this day I still prefer the Granada series. I started my love of Transformers and Pokemon roughly around the same time, and they’ve stuck ever since. Speaking of which, I have 2 other blogs: @thatcleffa (Pokemon) and @djblasterblastinrightatya (Transformers, but also just robots in general).

Rules: Put your music on “Shuffle” List the first 10 songs

(most of my music comes from Spotify, so I’ll just use my biggest playlist and go from there)

1: Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf

2: Live & Learn: Crush 40

3: Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler

4: Science Fiction/Double Feature - Richard O’Brien/Rocky Horror Picture Show

5: The Stand (Man or Machine) - The Protomen

6: December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

7: The Trooper - The Protomen (it’s a cover of the original)

8: Flash - The Protomen (also a cover)

9: Opening Ceremony - Bjorn Skifs/Chess

10: Shia LaBeouf Live (Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf) - Rob Cantor

A - Age: 21

B - Biggest fear: My home going up in flames. C - Current time: 10:45 am. Time flies. D - Drink you last had: Water. Gotta stay hydrated. E - Every day starts with: reluctance F - Favorite song:  Will of the One by The Protomen G - Ghosts, are they real: i mean, they could be H - Hometown: Michigan. That’s a state not a town, but you get the idea. I - In love with: my bed. my one true love. J - Jealous of: Those who can actually draw. Also those who can pet cats. Please stop teasing me for my inability to touch cats. It’s a dick move. K - Killed someone: ur a nosy one arent ya? L - Last time you cried: like, last week. maybe last night. M - Middle name: Frances. N - Number of siblings: 1. Younger brother. O - One wish: infinite wishes. then i can do whatever. P - Person you last called/texted: My future Dungeon Master. We’re starting a one-off campaign this Friday. Q - Questions you’re always asked: Is it Mia or Maya? (when the fuck has it ever pronounced Maya???) R - Reasons to smile: my bed. it’s waiting for me. im coming my darling, just a few more hours...! S - Song last played: Keep on Loving You - REO Speedwagon T - Time you woke up: 8:00 am. Wasn’t technically awake until 8:05 am. U - Underwear color: They have the Avengers on them. V- Vacation destination: This Spring break I’m going to LA! Mostly for business reasons, but it sounds like it’ll be a lot of fun, too! W - Worst habit: I bite the inside of my lip a lot, and I grind my teeth and generally don’t realize it until my jaw hurts or my head aches. The latter is reason for most of my dental issues.

X - X-rays you’ve had: Mouth and arms, and one time my leg.

Y - Your favorite food: I can’t really choose one because if I eat too much of one thing I get sick of it. Oreos, Nutella, and lava cake are currently at the top there.

Z - Zodiac sign: Scorpio.

1. What can’t you sleep without? I sleep a lot easier with at least one plush to hug. 2. What are your favorite kind of socks? I have one pair with cute little Pikachus all over them and another pair with cute little sheep all over them. I try not to wear them when I have to walk a lot so they don’t get holes. 3. What’s your favorite snack/meal/drink? I really like soup... like a lot. Especially if there’s a lot of noodles and meat. It’s generally my go-to if I need a pick-me-up or can’t find anything appetizing on a menu. 4. What’s your favorite kind of weather? Sunny and warm with a hint of a breeze. 5. What do you like to listen to/do to relax and feel better when you’re upset? Get something warm (like soup), and get cuddly in bed with my plushies. Also some Youtube. 6. What’s your favorite store to shop at? Book stores. 7. What color do you wear the most? Red and occasionally dark green. And a surprisingly large amount of black. 8. What’s your favorite (video/board/social/party) game to play? Pokemon.  9. Any guilty pleasures? “One Night in Bangkok”. The song is from the concept album/play Chess, and the song is about an American chess player being a douche in Bangkok. I don’t think we’re supposed to sympathize with him, but it can be pretty cringe-y. It’s very catchy and it’s terrible. 10. If you could go anywhere (in real life or in fiction), where would it be? It would be so rad to go to Destiny Islands from Kingdom Hearts. Preferably as a kid. idk, my current age on an island of kids would be weird.