#I know those are bad gifs \_(ツ)_/¯

[saintedbythestorm]

Gotta say, pharaoh whining about lack of workers and high unemployment at the same time is just...

[screampied]

☆ HOW TO SPEND SPRING BREAK PROPERLY? (WITH HIS BESTFRIEND)

ᡴꪫ‎ summary. spring break's here, for the duration of your time off you visit your father. little did you know you’d also be spending time with his best friend toji—he ends up stealing your panties and maybe even your heart also. or does he? you’ve always did want a man.

warnings. fem! reader x toji fushiguro, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty & in uni — toji is in early 30s) incl: shiu kong, mutual pining, tiny slowburn, size difference, semi-public themes, humor, angst, dad is just oblivious.

note. hiii! wasn’t planning on continuin' this but this au has me intrigued ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is just a short four fic series for fun that may & may not be read as standalones. header: lady k & the sick man

‪ ᡴꪫ‎ ┊SPRINGBREAK COUNTDOWN ᡴꪫ‎ ┊

⟣ THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER.

university sucks major ass. on the bright side, you’re on break—you decide to go pay your father a visit. this 'visit' ends up to you being introduced to his best friend, toji. who’s he? maybe your panties know the answer.

⟣ DARLIN’ CAN I BE YOUR FAVORITE?

if you knew you’d be sandwiched between two of your dad’s colleagues, you’d—actually let’s not finish that sentence. turns out you get walked in on by shiu kong, toji’s best friend who’s also your ex boyfriend. awkward…

⟣ ONE OF HIS GIRLS.

toji ends up finding out maybe his best friend's daughter isn’t so innocent after all once he walks in on you and your precious 12k viewers. he grows amused by your little side hustle as a cam girl. but actually, maybe having him as a special guest wasn’t so bad. (girl it was)

⟣ THAT [GIRL] IS MINE.

university still majorly sucks, and spring break is practically over. time to say goodbye to your dad’s best friend, but before you do—you have a jarring confession to make, and it’s definitely not those three words.

[daisies-daydreams]

Sweet Girl (Daddy!Ghost x F!Brat!Reader)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Edging/Orgasm Denial, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Clit Play, Manhandling, Squirting, Uses of "Daddy" and "Baby Girl" Word Count: 1,126

Summary: Simon edging his girl. ;)

Author's Note: I woke up and chose horny today. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Reader is a soldier in 141 (undefined rank).

MINORS/AGLESS BLOGS DNI

“Simon, please,” you wheezed, hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. He pumped his cock into you slowly, his thick length dragging across your soaked, sensitive walls. You felt everything: every vein, every ridge of his shaft, every dip and curve of his tip as he pushed himself in and out of you. Simon’s chest rumbled as he observed your pouting lip and misty eyes. God, he loved it when you were completely cockdrunk like this.

“No can do, lovie,” Simon growled as he spread your legs even wider with his rough hands. You gasped, limbs softening like putty in his palms. He's been edging you for an hour straight, bringing you to the precipice of your high only to snatch it away at the last second.

You gained his ire after you shared one too many flirty quips with Johnny after a mission. Simon knew you were a good soldier, a good girl...his girl. But every so often, you'd get that mischievous glint in your eye and do something that made his resolve snap in half. Today was one of those days. The way you batted your lashes and played with your hair when you spoke to Sergeant MacTavish made something feral burn and rise within him. Later, after both of you stepped through the door of Simon's quarters, he led you to the couch.

You squeaked when he suddenly ripped your pants and panties off with his bare hands. Your legs were spread wide as your hips were pulled to rest on the edge of the middle cushion. You shuddered when your lower lips grazing over his clothed erection. Simon was determined to mark you, to cover you in hickeys and bitemarks until your body looked like a tapestry woven of purple and red. He wanted to see you unravel beneath him, to drown in a pool of pure ecstasy as he filled you to the brim with his hard length.

But there was something else. Yes, you were his good, sweet girl...but you still acted rashly today. And rash actions are cause for some form of discipline.

"This isn't easy for me, too," Simon huffed as he continued his slow, agonizing pace. You moaned out something incoherent, mind turned to mush from his cock relentlessly molding your cunt to the shape of it. "I want to cum inside this perfect cunt so badly," Simon grunted, his hands roughly squeezing the inside of your thighs. "But daddy's gotta teach you a lesson," he panted with a dark gaze.

Your thighs quaked as your walls suddenly fluttered around his girth, some of your slick bubbling where your sexes were snugly joined. Simon immediately paused, knowing that you were so close to your sweet release. You pound your fists on the couch cushions next to you as your lips curled into a sneer.

“SIMON!” you whined, your legs coming up to wrap themselves around his lower back. He eyed you, his mask pulled up just enough for you to see a shit-eating grin cross his stubbled face. You felt like you were being torn apart at the seams, your core tight and painful as it wound into a searing knot.

“Yes, love?” your boyfriend piqued. More tears were pushed from your eyes as he ever so slightly bucked his hips forward. A hot bolt of bliss struck through your cunt, causing you to whimper. Everything felt more sensitive, each of your nerve endings lit on fire from your orgasm being denied again and again and again.

“I need to cum, need to cum so so bad!" you pleaded, resisting the urge to spear yourself on his cock. Simon scanned you, taking in how you were nearly folded in half, how your breasts jiggled each time you drew in a deep breath. He hummed.

“Think you’re ready to be my good girl again, hm?” Simon grunted, his fingers slipping from your thigh to rest just above your bundle of nerves. You nodded your head, nearly hitting his broad chest from how harsh your movements were.

“YES! Yes, I’m ready to be a good girl. Please daddy, please let me cum!” you sobbed. Simon clicked his tongue as he positioned himself, his fingers pushing down on your clit.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he groaned. Before you knew it he was pistoning his dick in and out of your sopping wet cunt. You keened and clenched your hands on his muscular forearms, your nails pressing deep marks into his tattooed skin. He drew deep, slow circles around your clit. You drooled as his hard cock turned your insides into mush, each drag of his length sending you plummeting into a euphoric tension. “Come on, baby girl. You can do it. Cum for me,” he growled with a sharp snap of his hips as his other hand pressed down on your lower belly.

You released an ear-piercing wail as your body shook, a bright light drowning your vision. Your orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, brutally battering you with surge after surge of violent bliss. Simon’s voice was muffled, your mind overwhelmed with the warm sensation flooding every inch of your trembling body. Your walls sucked in his cock so tightly, drawing him in closer to your womb as he stilled inside of you. Your pussy was an absolute mess: puffy lips swollen, your hole stretched wide as you squirted over your thighs and Simon’s rough abdomen.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” you heard his muffled voice gasp. You blinked slowly, the room spinning as your vision came back to you. His hand was still leaning on your stomach, cock twitching as it released the last few strings of warm cum into your spasming pussy. You squealed when his teeth grazed your neck before he pressed hungry kisses up to your lips. You latched your arms around his neck while he picked you up and spun the both of you around. He sat down on the couch, keeping you on his lap. Simon sighed as your pussy hugged and warmed his cock. You blushed at the feeling of his cum trickling from where he kept himself plugged into you.

“Did so well, baby. Look at how wet you were for daddy,” Simon murmured as he guided your chin to look down. You gasped at the mess you’ve made. Your eyes widened at the sight of his soaked V-lines, your slick dribbling down into the dark patch of hair that rested above his sheathed length. You dipped your head into his shoulder, a red heat burning from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. Simon chuckled, bringing you into a tight embrace.

“Such a sweet girl…my girl,” he whispered softly.

____

Thank you for reading! ❤️

[thefrogdalorian]

I know there is this widely held perception that Season 3 of The Mandalorian had silly moments and made some comically strange story choices, which I can totally admit myself. I mean the bit in 03x04 where they all scatter to eat, but Bo is allowed to remain sitting by the fire was kind of hilarious and blatantly just because they wanted a helmetless scene in that episode.

And I won't complain too much because more Katee Sackhoff on my screen is never a bad thing.

But come on! The Mandalorian has always had goofy, unserious moments that if you contemplate for more than a second, your head threatens to fly off because of how daft it can be, at times.

For instance, in 1x04 Sanctuary, when Din removes his helmet on Sorgan in froNT OF AN OPEN WINDOW?!!?!

I know they did it for dramatic effect, to demonstrate how long he has worn his helmet, but if one of those kids looked around it would've been CURTAINS FOR HIM. Okay it might have been dark, sure, whatever but I cannot imagine someone as devout as Din would even take that risk! The Creed is everything to him.

Also, this man who we have seen for an entire season being such a competent and capable warrior has apparently never had a jetpack before Chapter 8. The best bounty hunter in the parsec cannot fly?! Then, immediately after getting it from The Armorer, with no training, he conveniently uses it immediately to blow up a TIE fighter and (seemingly) defeat Moff Gideon?!!?!

Not to mention how silly it is Gideon survived that initial skirmish... and probably survives in Season 3 too but we'll deal with that when it comes to it.

It isn't just Season One, either. There are also some parts of Season 2 which leave me scraching my head slightly, like in The Believer when the terminal needs to scan a face. Not a specific face, just any face. It doesn't make much sense. Again, not complaining, more Pedro Pascal on my screen is never a bad thing.

Not to mention how convenient Din getting the beskar spear was right before his duel with Gideon for the Darksaber. A weapon which is coincidentally one of the few which can parry the sacred blade!

Anyway, I don't hate any of these moments at all, I just feel like fans used to be so much more lenient.

Of course season 3 has some hmmmmm moments too, but there have always been questionable decisions right from the start. Star Wars fans are always going to nitpick and it mostly comes from a good place. I just wish there could be a bit more of a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ attitude sometimes.

Nothing is perfect, but this show has had so many enjoyable moments and such compelling characters that I can let some silliness slide. Star Wars should always be a little goofy and silly and for me, long may that continue!

[pristinekanesays]

🦋Life Is Strange: How It's Like Sleeping Next To Them.

🦋 some sappy headcanons 'cause im bored

🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 warnings: cutesy romantic stuff eugh, swearing, nathan's dad being a sexist asshole, nightmares.

🎧A/N: I bought Before The Storm but I'm not a big fan of the Remastered versions of Life Is Strange, it just doesn't feel the same? I love the blank faces while someone is literally dying.

🦋Chloe Price:

♡ Usually wakes up on her stomach but falls asleep on her back.

ツIt's literally a nightmare to sleep beside her, she snores, turns and tosses the whole night and talks in her sleep.

♡ Listens to music while she falls asleep, headphones in or playing on her radio alarm clock.

ツSurprisingly, not a blanket stealer, she literally kicks any sort of warmth off of her at night because she moves around so much.

♡ Nightmares, in Before The Storm and Life Is Strange, they're just not as vivid and real as they were before. She wakes up and checks if you're still there, it's comforting for her to see you asleep.

ツIt's rare for her to fall asleep at a healthy time and even if she does, she'll wake up A LOT during the night.

♡ She tends to sleep in a lot and accidentally (sometimes purposely) leaves people/you on read because she rarely hears the notifications.

ツHeavy sleeper.

🍂Kate Marsh:

♡ Falls asleep on her back and wakes up on her back.

ツShe's like a calm mother bird, will play with your hair and you can't tell me she wouldn't fucking softly sing you to sleep. (oh my god)

♡ It helps her sleep when you're there, she likes looking at you and thinking about how grateful she is.

ツWill talk to you for hours when she should really be sleeping, talking about her drawings, classes or the bird she saw like last month.

♡ She tries to make sure to fall asleep at a healthy time, she plans her day out but is sometimes so busy studying that she completely forgets.

ツDepends on the day if she's a blanket stealer that night, if it's warm, she sees no need for any blankets but if it's freezing cold then you're the one suffering.

♡ Light sleeper, like you get up and suddenly she's getting up with you.

📷Max Caulfield:

♡ Falls asleep on her side or her back but always wakes up on her back.

ツIt's not that bad sleeping next to Max, she'll maybe move a little during the night but nothing super major.

♡ HUGE blanket stealer, she knows what she's doing and will just smile and laugh if you confront her.

ツShe'll decide on sleeping then suddenly she needs to look something up or study and forgets that she needs sleep to survive until an hour or so later.

♡ Falls asleep pretty easily but if she can't she'll just wait a few minutes then go on a whole rant about her day and how she was hanging with Chloe the whole time.

ツSort of a light sleeper, if you need to go anywhere you've gotta crawl there or something.

🎭Rachel Amber:

♡ Falls asleep on her side and wakes up on her back.

ツLike Victoria, she has a whole routine before bed. Skincare, posting and scrolling through her socials, listening to music.

♡ Not a blanket stealer thankfully but she can be though depending on the temperature.

ツShe can also spend hours talking to you like Kate does, mainly talking about how drama's going for her or how badly she wants to leave Arcadia Bay.

♡ She mainly sticks to her healthy sleep schedule with no interruptions unless something major happens, like when she found out her dad was cheating on her mom. (pretty understandable.)

ツShe's a heavy sleeper, you gotta shake her a few times like she's a fucking salt shaker.

🎬 Victoria Chase:

♡ Oh jesus, she sleeps in ANY position like she could be hanging off the bed and still fall asleep. Mostly falls asleep on her back though, wakes up basically on the floor.

ツTakes hours doing her skincare and her skin is honestly GLOWING afterwards, face masks, expensive ass skin creams in those teeny tiny bottles, soft music playing in the background.

♡ BLANKET STEALER, BLANKET STEALER! Like she'll pull the blanket off of you while you're still awake and act extremely confused when you look at her with an annoyed look.

ツShe can maybe gossip a little before she falls asleep halfway during the conversation, you know because she starts sleep talking about the most random shit.

♡ Sticks to her sleep schedule, no matter what. Like there could be a whole loud ass fight in the hall but she just rolls her eyes or picks a fight with them before falling asleep.

ツHeavy sleeper, she has to set a shit ton of alarms and only you/Nathan know because she's really embarrassed about it.

🎮Warren Graham:

♡ Dorky dork who falls asleep on his stomach and wakes up on his back or halfway off of the bed.

ツRoutine? Skincare? Nah, he's just a natural cutie.

♡ Moves a lot during the night and accidentally smacked the shit out of you once during the night, he was actually worried but nervously laughing the whole time, sleep talks a lot about the funniest, weirdest shit ever.

ツNah, not a blanket stealer.

♡ Shitty fucking sleep schedule, he's always up studying or playing video games and you'll wake up at 4AM and he's still playing or he's somehow fell asleep with the controller still in his hands.

ツOn a good day, he'll be asleep by 2:30AM but on a bad day he's probably pulling an all nighter.

♡ Heavy sleeper, like scream in his ear and his body will shift a little but he's (still) asleep

🧨Nathan Prescott:

♡ Can't believe I feel bad for this man but he'll pick a position and stick with it the whole night.

ツHis dad's a fucking asshat who told him doing skincare as a man is bad, but he takes care of his skin privately and feels really guilty about it after.

♡ Okay, everyone I write for has to hold you or be held in some way while sleeping but Nathan is on a WHOLE different level. An arm wrapped tightly around you that won't move no matter what, his head tucked into your neck or his leg wrapped around your waist. (no, no..why is he attractive??)

ツNightmares, really terrifying nightmares that are so fucking specific and vivid. He wakes up shaking and goes back to sleep (if he ever does) shaking.

♡ Blanket? Fuck your needs, the blankets his now.

ツHORRIBLE SLEEP SCHEDULE?! Like he's up at 5AM smoking weed and slumped over a chair with his eyes closed.

♡ All nighters sometimes, normally falls asleep at 4AM or later. (teach him how to sleep, wtf.)

ツLight sleeper, he wakes up immediately when he hears you moving and instantly thinks you're gonna leave and become a banana or something (dumbass dude)

[random-and-average]

Spider Hero 2099

Content Warning(s): violence, fem!reader, death threats, bad Spanish, cringe writing, possibly OOC

Word Count: 2,098 words

Summary: As the pilot for Project Silent Sparrow, a project that would involve teleportation travel, you were excited to be a part of this new scientific breakthrough, but your husband, Miguel, is less than thrilled by the prospect of you risking your life.

Author's Note: What happens when my sleep schedule is out of wack and I get the weirdest idea to make a semi-crossover between ATSV and Big Hero 6 (the movie, not the show)? I create a sleep-deprived mess of a story. Regardless, I hope you all will enjoy it. My favorite part of this short story is the "domestic" parts of Miguel and Y/N's relationship since it's kinda cute seeing Miguel be so mushy around his wife. On another note, I have another post queue'd up to post later, so there's that.

"I still don't think you embark on this trip, mi vida," Miguel stated as he placed your large breakfast on the table. Your stomach grumbled appreciatively when you realized it was all of your favorites. Although, your hunger could wait; your worrywart husband, a trait that you found both adorable and endearing, needed some reassurance.

"I'll be fine, sweetheart," you promised with a kiss to his cheek meant to reassure him of your safety, thank him for the breakfast, and simply convey your love for him all in one. "Besides, the portal should function properly according to all of the team's calculations. Those geniuses don't let anything get past them."

Despite your words, his mouth was still downturned in a frown, though he didn't let his displeasure towards the situation stop him from pulling out your chair in order for you to sit on it.

"I just don't know why you have to be the first person to test it out."

"Always the gentleman," you chuckled as you sat down. "But who else would test it if not me? I'm the only one who stepped up."

"I just worry for you. What if you get hurt?"

"What if I don't get hurt? Miguel, asking all these 'what if's will only stress you out. I can't have you dying of a heart attack. If you want, you can still come with me to the presentation so that you can see me safe and sound in person."

Your husband hummed in thought before settling on his answer.

"Then I'll take you up on your offer."

A large smile grew on your face. Suddenly, you couldn't wait to get to the island where the portal would be.

"Wonderful! I can't wait to show you everything! If you think that what I told you was cool, then prepare to be amazed by what you actually see at the presentation. There are just some things that are best experienced in person instead of through word of mouth," you continued ranting for a few minutes while a lovestruck Miguel absorbed every word you said, absolutely bewitched by your cuteness as you enthused about Silent Sparrow.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

After practically dragging your husband around, showcasing every little detail of Silent Sparrow, one of your co-workers tapped you on the shoulder with an amused expression on their face.

"Hey, don't want to interrupt you and your husband's bonding time, but we're ready to launch."

Miguel's grip on your hand tightened a bit. You knew that he was still apprehensive about the whole thing, and the last thing you wanted to see as you took off was an anxious Miguel. In response, you squeezed his hand back.

"Alright, Charlie. I'll be right there. Just give me a couple of minutes, 'kay?"

"Sure, just don't get too comfortable with the PDA," they teased as they left you two alone.

With Charlie gone, your attention was entirely dedicated to your worrying husband, whose eyes were starting to glisten in unshed tears.

"Oh, Miguel," you cooed while you wiped away the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Like I said earlier, I'll be fine. It'll just be a quick trip inside the portal and then I'll be out. We can even get some empanadas at your favorite place afterwards, okay?"

"But what if things go wrong, mi cielo? I don't think I can bear to be without you."

"They won't, and I will never leave you either. Remember that promise I made to you all those years ago? During the meteor shower?"

He nodded. On that fateful night, Miguel had opened up to you about some of his past, something that he was usually secretive about. With you by his side in a silent meadow, he told you how he was pressured by his biological father, who had abandoned him at a young age, into killing a man in an experiment; how Alchemax attempted to get him hooked on a highly addictive drug as a means to continue working with a company that exploited its workers and test subjects alike; how his own supervisor tried to kill him out of jealousy. He didn't tell you anymore than that, but he didn't need to. Beneath the shooting stars, you promised him that you would do anything to make him happy, to make his future filled with enough joy to outweigh the trauma and tragedy that filled his past. And even as you two got ready to return home, you quietly wished upon the stars for Miguel to experience nothing but happiness.

"It was only 4 years ago," he gently laughed. "You're being dramatic."

"Well, 4 years is a long time, and besides, dramatic or not, I still intend to make good on my promise. If my loss will sadden you, then I will do everything I can to return to you in one piece."

Miguel's hands covered yours as he sighed, "Oh mi reina, you are the best thing that ever happened to me; eres lo que más quiero en el mundo." (T/N: you are the person I love most in the world)

Despite both of your wishes to stay in this moment forever, basking in the love of one another, a final call from your co-worker snapped the two of you out of your haze.

"We don't got all day, y'know! Hurry it up!"

Your husband glared at the scientist, who shrunk under the intense hatred, only for you to use your hands to redirect his face back to yours. The effect was immediate: all of his anger melting into pure, endless love.

"Alright, Miggy, this is the moment of truth. Wish me luck, okay?"

"I always do, mi corazón."

For good measure, you chastely kissed all the man's fears away, and in return, he gave you an extremely intimate one, despite the affronted squawks of anyone who happened to stare.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

Miguel stood behind the protective barrier alongside the other scientists, investors, and government officials as he watched your pod slowly enter the portal. At first glance, everything seemed fine. There weren't any outward signs of possible danger.

However—based on the scientists he could see hurriedly talking with the owner of the business, fear barely masked, out of the corner of his eye—he could sense that something wasn't right.

It was only thanks to his superhuman hearing that he was able to decipher what they were saying.

"Mr. Krei, if we go through with this, there's no telling what will happen to the pilot! It's best that we shut this whole thing down temporarily."

"No, I will not humiliate myself in front of the military. Continue with the presentation."

"But, Mr. Krei-"

"I don't recall that being a suggestion, Dr. Emily."

The scientist nervously glanced at the portal beyond the barrier where his wife was possibly going to die. Realizing that they had no choice but to acquiesce to their boss's order, they turned to their subordinates and murmured, "Continue forward."

"This is crazy," one of them whispered back to the scientist. "We might actually get blood on our hands after this!"

"You tell that to Mr. Krei."

"Uhh guys," another added, "we have a problem."

"What?"

"That guy, the one that came with the pilot. He's staring at us. I think he heard everything."

In that moment, Miguel and the group of scientists locked eyes, and no words needed to be exchanged for them to understand how they made a colossal mistake.

"How the hell did he hear us?! Is he a mutant or something?!"

No longer needing to hide the fact that he discovered the truth, he made his way towards the scientists, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Mr. O'Hara," Krei spoke as he stepped between him and the scientists, "is there a problem?"

"Stop the presentation," Miguel growled back, anger bubbling over at the fact that this man dared to risk the life of his wife for the sake of his own greed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Hara, but do you have any experience in portal technology? I do not know what came over you, but I assure you that everything is fine, according to my team of scientists who have dedicated their lives to this field."

The Spider-Man grabbed the businessman by the collar of his shirt. "Don't play dumb with me. I heard everything, hijo de puta. Stop. The. Presentation."

The sounds of guns being cocked echoed through the room, and suddenly everyone was at a standstill.

That was until the alarms began to blare throughout the facility.

"We've lost contact with the pod!"

Miguel turned to look at the other side of the barrier only to see his wife gone, not coming out of the exit portal beside it. If anything, the exit portal broke down while the entrance portal started to suck in everything nearby.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Then...

"Damnit, Krei! Shut it down!"

Everything stopped.

"I want this entire thing buried! Not a peep of this gets out to anyone!"

And a promise was broken.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

Never in his life had Krei ever been punched by someone until today.

It had only been a split second after everyone was safely evacuated from the scene when the husband of the pilot, Miguel O'Hara, socked him in the face.

Whereas Krei was left dumbfounded and stupefied, Miguel was screaming and yelling expletives at him in a mix of both Spanish and English, tears of pure rage running down his face. Government personnel had to hold the man back lest he actually beat the businessman to death.

"I-I didn't mean for this to happen," he said to no one in particular, and frankly, no one had the energy to listen after they had witnessed someone possibly die before their eyes.

For days to come after this event, Krei would distinctly remember the last thing Mr. O'Hara shouted at him before he was forced home by government officials.

"Mark my words, I am going to kill you!"

A year later, the CEO would realize that, when it came to the O'Hara's, they always made good on their promises until the day they died.

He realized this as he pleaded for mercy beneath a blood-covered fist.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

A disgusted Lyla stared down at another beaten and mangled body of Alistair Krei while Miguel's rage slowly dissipated following his stress relief.

"How many Krei's is this now? 100? 500? 1,000?"

"Not enough."

Before Miguel could say anything, Lyla pulled up multiple videos of you for him to watch. It had become a ritual of sorts. Whenever it got close to important dates—your anniversary, your birthday, the day of your "death"—Miguel would start hunting down Krei's to kill before taking a break just to reminisce over what was, what could've been.

You popped up in front of him. There was a pout on your face as you stared at the him of the past, the person holding the camera.

"Miguelllll," you whined as your body was draped over a large queen-sized bed.

"Yes, querida?"

"Come join me in bed already. I'm cold."

Both the him of the present and the him of the past knew that was a lie. Really, you just liked cuddling him but were too embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"Hold on. I want to film this moment."

"What are you even filming? Why are you even filming?"

"What if we want to look back on the parts of our honeymoon that weren't beach-related or food-related? What if we just want to see the 'average' moments of our trip? You never know."

You giggled at his response. "Miguel, asking all these 'what if's won't get you anywhere."

"Miguel, asking all these 'what if's will only stress you out."

Suddenly, he wasn't in the mood to continue watching the video anymore, and his grief as well as his hatred returned with a vengeance, crying out for a scapegoat to unleash themselves out on.

"Lyla, end the video."

Confused, the woman asked, "Are you sure?"

"End. The. Video."

"Alright! Alright! No need to get mad at me."

Without apologizing to her, Miguel entered a portal and left, traveling to another dimension to hunt down his next prey.

"He should really get some therapy," Lyla muttered to herself.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

The last thing you remembered was a world of color. Blobs of bright, vibrant hues passed you by as you felt your heart rate slow and your limbs grow heavier. Even as you tried to keep yourself awake in hopes of eventually finding a way to return to Miguel, the sensation of warmth that blanketed you compelled you to close your eyes.

And then you were home.

[odinsblog]

Look closely enough and you’ll find that Eric Johnson was always a Republican, or at least very susceptible to becoming one. Conservative “Democrats” are one bribe or one hurt feeling away from switching parties.

This highlights the significance of how much more important primaries are, because after the primaries are over, then it becomes an endless chorus of, “vote for the lesser evil” and “vote blue no matter who,” and we have more than enough bad examples of where that can lead to, right??

Honestly, always vote for the most leftist, progressive candidate you can in the primary elections, before it comes down to voting for a Republican vs. Republican-lite in the general election.

I don’t think there are primary elections for mayoral races, but I still love the idea that if a candidate switches political parties (any time after the primaries, I’d suggest), then they should A) not be allowed to hold the office they ran for until they run + win as a member of their new party, B) pay heavy fines from their personal funds, C) they should be forced to resign, and D) the election should be re-done.

The Democratic Party needs to tighten up and make some rules regarding who can and cannot run as a Democrat.

Literally months before SCOTUS overturned Roe v. Wade, Nancy Pelosi was backing a homophobic, anti-abortion, “Democratic” 🙄 candidate named Henry Cuellar, saying that a candidate’s stance on abortion wasn’t important. And Cuellar’s opponent was a young pro-abortion, pro-LGBTQ immigration attorney named Jessica Cisneros! And it was a relatively safe blue district, meaning that whichever Democrat the DNC backed, they were likely to win and a Republican hadn’t won that district in forever. AND before that, Pelosi and the DCCC threw their weight behind another openly homophobic “Democrat” named Dan Lipinski.

Could you even imagine Mitch McConnell or Kevin McCarthy openly throwing their support behind a pro-abortion candidate who wanted gun control? No? So why tf does Democratic leadership constantly foist GOP-lite candidates onto the Democratic Party when other viable options exist?

Just a guess on my part, but if you want fewer anti-abortion laws getting passed, then you should probably back fewer anti-abortion candidates. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Vote blue no matter who” has bitten Democrats in the ass wayyy more than any converse slogan has bitten Republicans. Because Republicans actually vet their candidates and make sure that those candidates want the same deplorable things that their deplorable base wants.

And just for clarity, because I know how the internet works and how sycophants love twisting words: I am NOT saying don’t vote for Biden in 2024. I’m not even saying to support a third party candidate. I want Trump and all Republicans gone in the next few election cycles. What I am saying is, once the election is over and hopefully Trump/DeSantis have been vanquished, we need to seriously rework how the Democratic Party has been run. Losing Roe v. Wade is indicative of how poorly it’s been mismanaged.

Anyway, new laws can be made, so especially after the Supreme Court has ignored and undone so many standing legal precedents, I don’t wanna hear jack shit about “pie-in-the-sky” or “be realistic.”

This centrism bullshit ain’t working, yo.

[picturejasper20]

Did you make a post talking about the claim/criticism that Steven universe was changing genres?

In what way?

I assume they refer to the series starting more as monster of the week with the crystal gems looking for corrupted gem monsters and then evolving into something more complex and less repetitive?

Having monster of week format in isn't that rare to see in animated series as a way to establish the world and introduce the characters in the first episodes. It is a simple format that works since you can throw some monster and have the characters learn a lesson in between.

This happens in multiple animated action series, are they bad for later somewhat dropping this format for story arcs later on too?

But okay, lets talk about Steven Universe itself. How good was really this part of the show? Like i don't think it was bad since it had plenty of good episodes... but how many people who like this series you see around saying ¨ah, yes, one of the best parts of SU was Season 1 A when the gems were looking for gem monsters¨

Well... not many. A lot would agree that there are some great episodes in Season 1 A but, overall the interest in this series grew a lot after it started to somewhat drop this format and gave more emphasis in exploring the characters and their relationships and part of the lore.

The Crystal Gems were a lot more simplistic as characters, having just a few episodes here and there... Garnet was specially rather flat as main lead. Things that happened don't always had much of an impact in future episodes... there is a reason people don't talk much about this season for a reason.

After Season 1 A i think the series stayed more or less consistent with what it wanted to be: A coming of age magica girl sci-fi series with the center being the characters and their relationships. There was some variety in between (like Season 3 having some slice of life parts and Season 5 being more of mystery), still, i believe it mostly stayed the same with what it wanted to be.

Okay, but what if someone thought that this series was going to be a ¨good vs evil¨ series where the good are goodies and bad are baddies?

Well... that would be kinda missing the point of what the series had been showing you so far, isn't?

In Season 1 A finale Steven is given a mirror by Pearl. Steven finds out that this mirror is actually alive and did in fact had a gem trapped inside it! This gem is the character who we now know today as Lapis Lazuli.

Her introduction in the series was something that changed what we knew about the Crystal Gems so far: That they were trying to hide things from Steven and they weren't such good people as it seemed to be.

In the episode that followed Mirror Gem it does get revealed that the monsters the gems have been fighting weren't exactly monsters but they used to be gems that were corrupted by a light that was later explained to be an attack from the Diamonds.

All these reveals are telling you: This is series isn't exactly what you expect is going to be. Antagonists are going to have their reasons to dislike the heroes/good guys and the so called ¨good guys¨ are keeping a lot of secrets from Steven, who acts as our eyes and ears in this world.

I think the main problem was that a lot of people (specially here on tumblr) seemed like they wanted this series to turn into something that wasn't, and when it didn't, they lashed out and got angry acussing the series of all awful things, all because the series wasn't pushing the agenda they exactly wanted instead of paying attention to what it was trying to be.

But, well those are just my thoughts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[shae-mermaid]

You Are A Queen, Part 5

Part 1! | Part 2!! | Part 3!!! | Part 4!!!! | Part 6 (FINALE)!!!!!!

A/N: Now we're finally getting into the "song" part of this fic! I wasn't sure if I was going to make it a full-on proper songfic at first, with lyric variations and everything, buuuut…. I just couldn't help myself. ^u^' Also, I realize you guys might not like my choice in songs, but like I've said in almost every part so far, this fic is very personal to me, sooo…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Sorry. (That's a part of what Y/n is trying to finally learn here!!) But, without further ado, let's start the chapter already!!

PART 5!!!!!

  It’s been a week since that memorable night, and you haven’t been able to stop replaying that last part in your head ever since! While normally, you would avoid situations like this, just out of sheer anxiety that you’ll mess it up or you misinterpreted their intent somehow, this time seemed to be different.

  You and Lucifer became close friends! Helped each other with little crafting projects, giving suggestions and such. But you also just hung out. Even in silence, doing your own separate things, you two were just happy to be in the other’s presence. You soothed each other. Even during really bad depression episodes, you both always knew that the other was welcome to be there and sooth them as you endured those waves of emotions.

  Lucifer would even transform for you sometimes, since you told him your most calming coping mechanism was to hang out and cuddle with a cat. He would transform into this HUGE, fluffy, snow-white Maine Coon with flame points on his tail, paws, and of course his cheeks, and happily let you pet and cuddle him while he purred away in pure bliss.

  The others at the hotel were starting to get a bit suspicious about you and the King of Hell acting so pals-y, though. Either thinking of it as annoying, or in Charlie’s case, SO exciting! She was SOO worried about you after the fiasco that happened at the pool opening party. But she seemed to notice that you were seeming much better, especially when her father was around. 

  Admittedly, it warmed her heart to see the both of you seemingly so happy, especially her father. It had been a rough past 7 years in the Morningstar family, so she was so relieved to see how much progress he’s made in general, but especially in the ‘making friends’ department. Charlie could’ve sworn that, because of you, her father wasn’t just surviving.

  He was thriving. 

  And she couldn’t thank you enough.

  After another night of just hanging out and crafting together while you have a movie on in the background, Lucifer looks over at the alarm clock Charlie got you, noticing it was getting pretty late, and gets up to sit closer to you for a second, just to get your attention. He knew that once you were concentrating on something, it was hard for you to just pause it, and pay attention to what/whoever was around you, so he gingerly touched your hand until you looked up at him with a short hum. 

  “Sorry, but it’s getting kind of late, so I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out,” he said in a slightly hushed tone, while giving you one of his soft, charming smiles. 

  “Oh, okay…,” you say, sounding a bit disappointed. You try to give him a warm, charming smile back, for once. He’s always the charmer, but it was your turn. “Goodnight, Luce.”

  You could see him turn a little more red in the cheeks than normal, even for him. He never stops looking at you with that sweet smile, though. He was getting more and more comfortable with showing his vulnerable side around you.

  He gently takes one of your hands, softly rubbing your knuckles as he gives the back of your hand another kiss, for the first time since last week.

  You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to that, though. It always seemed to leave you an excitable, barely-contained bundle of nerves when he acted gentlemanly like that. 

  Never stopping eye contact with you, he raised his head back up from the kiss, and returned back to that enchanting smile. “Goodnight, sweet Siren. I’ll see you again soon.”

  And with one nod and little wave back to him, you see him turn around and walk out the door.

  He’s using the door? You thought to yourself. Weird, but anyway… JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK!! You continue thinking to yourself, as you start shaking your hands in excitement, not being able to make that little-kid-styled grin off your face just yet.

  You finally calm down after a few minutes, though, trying to think rationally about the situation.

  He couldn't actually be interested in ME , right? Yeah, he must’ve just been trying to be kind to me. You two are friends, and he is a King, after all. I’m sure it’s just a habit for him at this point.

  …But were you really just ‘friends’? You both seem to go the extra mile for each other, not just when comforting one another out of depression/anxiety episodes. You both would give each other little things you made, with your ever-growing collection of Hotel-patron ducks counting as ample evidence of that. You loved them all, but your absolute favorite was the Little Angel duck with an even tinier fat-nuggets-duck on its back. You needed to show that to Angel sometime. 

  You would give Lucifer little things you would make, too. You happen to know how to crochet, so you made him a tiny little crochet duck, which he couldn’t get over how cute it was. You were a little sad knowing no one’s ever done something like that for him. He deserved the world. To you, anyway.

  Even if he wasn’t interested in more, you were just happy to have him as a close friend. 

  You thought all of this, while walking around your room for a couple minutes, getting your pajamas so you could take a shower and get ready for bed. By the time you got in your bathroom and hopped in the shower, you instantly relax as the warm water hits your skin. Water always helped you calm down, but especially now that you were essentially a fish demon of sorts. 

  As you’re washing yourself (and you assume that you’re alone), you start doing what, so far, you’ve only been comfortable doing when around Keekee or Fat Nuggets the few times Charlie and Angel have had you pet-sit for them. You start singing whatever song from your childhood has been stuck in your head at that moment.

  It’s not that you didn’t like to sing. Quite the contrary, actually. You loved the way it made you feel; How satisfying it was to hit a high note almost perfectly, letting you have another outlet for your emotions. You just have really bad anxiety about doing it in front of people you’re not extremely comfortable around. 

  And it didn’t help that in your youth, your mother would essentially pressure you and guilt-trip you into performing for her various church jobs. But they weren’t just jobs to her. She was a firm believer in ‘Using your talents to worship Him!’ you could hear her words clear as day in your head. You loved your mother, she was your best friend since birth, but that part of her made it so you felt a little bit of a strain. Especially since you didn’t share her personal beliefs, so churches made you uncomfortable. So in response, you would perform for her, but you subtly rebelled by not ever pushing your efforts to 100%, like she wanted you to. 

  No, that was reserved for when you were alone. Or with a pet. Whichever. So, she was forced to only hear your voice at its absolute best when she would overhear you in the shower, singing along to your music. 

  And in hell, you seemed to continue this old habit, even though you didn’t have the music you’d listen to when you were alive. But that’s okay, you can make due with the vast array of memorized songs from childhood movies you loved. 

  Most of the time influenced by the way you feel in the moment, all you had stuck in your head was a song you had always thought was beautiful, and connected to on a personal level. Well, technically the first half of a song, but whatever. It was “Heaven’s Light,” from “The Hunchback of Notre Dame,” a movie you had always adored, and you were in such a giddy mood that you started adding your own spin to it.

  Lucifer, after already walking all the way back to the door of his suite, just realized he had forgotten his jacket in your room. Dammit brain, keep it together!! He thought to himself. He can get so scatter-brained sometimes, especially when he’s putting all of his attention into something… or onto someone.

  He had to admit, you really do draw and keep him in, seemingly without even realizing you’re doing so. And not just because of your looks, either. You were smart, funny, and so empathetic and understanding. Though, the looks were a bonus for him, for sure. He secretly didn’t mind comforting you in his feline form, because it meant that he got to cuddle with you, without any nerves and pressures to take it further getting in the way.

  Well, not that he didn’t want to take it further. FAR from it, actually…he just wasn’t sure if you felt quite the same way, and he’d never want to do anything like that against your will. He was better than that. You were a lady, after all. And he was going to treat you as such.

  So, out of respect for your privacy, he didn’t portal straight into your room. But he did portal himself to your front door, though. After attempting to knock, he had noticed that the door didn’t latch when he closed it, so it cracked open just a little from the force of his knocking. He could hear the sound of water running, so he knew you were in the shower. He hesitantly speaks up at a volume he thought you could hear, and slowly opened the door more to run in and get his jacket.

  “Hey, Y/n! It’s just me again! I forgot my jacket, so I’m just gonna grab…,”

  But he knew the next second that you didn’t hear him, because you started singing something. Something he had never heard before, but it had a familiar feel to it for him. Like something from an old play.

  Is she singing? Or is that a pre-recorded song playing? He thought to himself. It was hard to tell, from how flawless the vocals were. He knew your parents were musicians, but you never told him that you had such a talent for song as well. You had the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. She blows Lillith out of the water, he thought. He shook his head and started really paying attention to the song.

“So many times out there, I’d watch a happy pair,

Of lovers walking in the night…

They had a kind of glow around them.

It almost looked like Heaven’s light…”

  Lucifer tensed up at the mention of his former home, but the sound of your enchanting voice drew him back in. 

“I knew I’d never know, that warm and loving glow,

Though I might wish with all my might…

No face as hideous as my face

Was ever meant for Heaven’s light…”

  Those last few high notes gave him goosebumps all over his body. He was SO proud to have thought of the nickname “Siren” for you.

  But the previous two lines made him feel compelled to look over at the bathroom door, as if he was looking at you, with a worried expression. He was hoping you were starting to see your beauty, your worth, with his help. He was trying to give you a glimpse of yourself through his eyes.

“But, suddenly an angel, had smiled at me,

And kissed my hand without a trace of fright.”

  His eyes are as wide as saucers right now, with his whole face turning the same shade of red as his cheeks. Is this about…me?!

“I dare to dream that he

Might even care for me,

And as I slumber through the night…”

  Lucifer’s heart is practically jumping out of his throat right now, feeling so many emotions his head was spinning. But mostly, of course, he was overjoyed. His feelings were reciprocated!!!

“My cold, dark corner seems so bright…

I swear it must be Heaven’s light!”

  He could hear you finishing up, though, and in a split-second of panic, opened up a portal and practically LEAPED over the threshold, his foot almost getting caught right when he closed it. 

  He went over to his four-poster bed, holding onto one of the posters for support, as he tried to catch his breath and still his out-of-control heartbeat.

  He needs time to think, because now that he knows you feel the same for him as he does for you, he definitely wanted to ask if you would do him the honor of being his girlfriend.

  But…we haven’t even been on a date yet! He thought. He was confident in his feelings for you, but…what about you? He knew you liked him, but enough to be his girlfriend?! He understood that there was a lot of pressure in being associated with Hell’s royal family. A lot of eyes would be on you, if the public would see you two out together so often…

  He had a lot of thinking to do tonight…

A/N: WOO! I'm so excited to have FINALLY written this part!! I originally was wanting to request a lucifer x reader oneshot bc of this part specifically, but I backed out at the last minute, wanting this to as close to how I imagined it as possible. So, here we are. ^u^' But, I hope that at least you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm enjoying writing it! I gonna have ONE more part to this, and then, i think I'll be done... unless someone gives me inspiration in the comments to write a bonus part. But we'll see~

~ Shae <3

[goodobservationshirley]

rewatch thoughts - ep 306

diane is a legend for thinking what cam and donna need is a romantic weekend getaway. and like, as much as i like to joke that fucking could have helped, it would actually have made this whole thing so much worse

oh god, the ipo has officially been mentioned *hiding behind a pillow*

cam and gordo not letting the girls play THEIR nintendo (i got your back joanie this is not fair)

i've mentioned it before but donna has such a 'don't know if i want to fuck her or be her' crush on diane

"it could be shitty forever" god. anyone remember the timeline of how long it's gonna be shitty? something like 8 years? at least it's not forever ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

diane's daughter trying to set up donna and her mom... i'm telling you guys, in another universe this would have made one hell of a power couple (or alternatively an interesting way to fill those eight years)

mercy street is now a song that forever fucks me up

i don't say much about the joe stuff because... it's still just joe being joe tbh. it bothers me less when it's away from the other three protagonists. (unfortunately, like a bad fungus, he will come back)

[captainhongjoong]

sweet home season 3 somehow ended even worse than i expected

this has literally been the worst experience i've ever had watching a tv show i'm so mad

season 1 was SO good. i loved it so much and then seasons 2 and 3 both just became a completely different show that had none of the meaning or feeling that season 1 did

season 1 made it seem like it was setting up so many questions about what it means to be a monster, why people were becoming monsters, whether or not they were still human inside and if they deserved to live. and then it was just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever. monster tentacle slap contest

cha hyunsu was INTERESTING in season 1. he was the ultimate poor little meow meow and his monster half was ALSO interesting and weird and hot. and then he just disappeared for most of season 2 and then when he came back he was boring and blue-eyed and if there was an explanation of why the monster changed i missed it. literally what happened to this

this guy fucking sucks

he was literally useless all of season 2 and 3. he didn't do anything. but it wasn't just him, it was everyone and everything. nothing that happened had any impact on the plot at all. i think. what was the plot here

we stopped talking about what being a monster means. monsters stopped being unique. monsters turn into neohumans and the response is just "oh. okay" eunyu spends two seasons looking for eunhyuk and when she finds the emotionless shell of her brother that's the end of that. he's just going to be one of the neohumans that ? protect the humans from the monsters for some reason? and nobody ever explains why people started turning into monsters in the first place or what a neohuman actually is. anyway

there were a handful of interesting things that happened with the too many characters they introduced in season 2, especially at the stadium. but they were short-lived and then the characters just kept hanging on and taking up time for no reason and most of them had no personality at all. like why was so much time devoted to the soldiers and the priest and all of those people? it was like they were relying on these characters to keep the show going but they had no substance and didn't even matter. if the show was going to turn out like this anyway they could have AT LEAST consolidated season 2 and 3. so much of it was unnecessary and dragged out. like how was sergeant tak symptomatic for a whole season before becoming a monster

and also re: nothing that happens matters or means anything, the whole storyline of yikyung becoming a monster should have been good. she was the perfect character to learn this lesson about monsters still being human and maybe you shouldn't just be killing all of them BECAUSE of sangwon and her daughter. but she turns into a monster and hyunsu just turns her back and then she dies. like oh okay never mind nobody has learned anything

and sorry i didn't like lee jinwook as the bad guy either. he was good as sangwook but as the bad guy (sangwon? it seems weird to call him that) he was boring. not to be a sungcheol stan but sungcheol was SO good bc he was insane. there's something wrong with this guy

no gif but new sangwook has lost his slime man powers and is losing a custody battle with his ex wife. he sucks. and THEN it's like they get to this ultimate battle between him, hyunsu, and eunhyuk, and the writers don't know what to do, so they're like ummm sangwook was in there the whole time and he's going to sacrifice himself to kill slime man even though there was never any indication that sangwook was still in there (why would he be??? wasn't he already dead when slime man took over his body?). woooo problem solved. and then it's like the apocalypse is over all of a sudden. nothing ass ending

all this and there is no pacing whatsoever. the action/tension is constant. there is no time to breathe and i think that's part of why it was so confusing - you can't gather your thoughts about what just happened bc something else is already happening. and extremely little comic relief. i think they were trying with monster hyunsu but he wasn't funny, he was just annoying

it's like. idk it's just a tv show but it feels insulting to be served this. sweet home was important to me and i loved it a lot and then they killed it and farded and shidded on it. and now i'm scared about hellbound season 2 bc it has a lot of similarities to sweet home and especially with the casting change and the obvious potential for a big tonal shift................ netflix please please please don't do what you did to sweet home to hellbound i really will start killing

in fact why don't we stop making "korean dramas" with multiple seasons like this. we had a good thing going for a LONG TIME where dramas almost never had more than one season because the story was finished. this is why i don't watch much american tv bc they have half an idea and then start filming and make it up as they go until the show gets canceled and there's no resolution. don't do this to korean dramas please

"why don't you just stop watching these netflix dramas then" why don't you shut up. huh

i'm probably not done talking about this but whatever i'm going to go watch troll factory

[minimag1c]

Day 2 of Radioapple trick or treat week!

This time with gross candied apples!

Sweet AND savory

Day 2 ----->ᶜᵃⁿᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖˡᵉˢ/ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬

To be honest, I had no idea what to do with this one but still, I have even more writing block when it comes to the other prompt thus I didn't really had the choice lmao.

So yeah welcome to this very ooc, fluffy and silly one-shot with whatever the fuck this plot is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ all I can say is "idk they bicker and love each other"

There's isn't really a trigger warning here just blood probably idk

Enjoy it please I know it's awfully bad but really I beg you-

Also

I was too lazy to Google any recipes on how to make an in quote perfect/proper candied apples as I just based myself on what me and my cousin have made once with measuring based on our ancestors' feelings thus it's more tangulu than candied apples lol sorry not sorry. Plus the recipe isn't there. Again. Sorry not sorry.

Oh and to add, Husk is malagasy because I want to

•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••

Alastor was never the one to be known for appreciating sweets or delicacies that had to do with sugar.

For insistance, whenever Lucifer would cook his famous duck shaped pancakes or when Husk would made his sweet and spicy alcoholic drinks, he would usually coats his own part with vinegar ("vinegar?? Vinegar OF ALL THINGS??" Sometimes Vaggie would say, completely flabbergasted by his lack of taste) or salt, his tooth not used to candy or sugary cream.

And, as you could see, despite being judged for those horrendous mixes, Alastor supported more the concoction than it was originally.

"The dude upstairs be damned if that freak would even wants a block of sugar in his bitter old ass coffee." Husk grumbled slightly, cleaning off a few bottles of booze that was laying on the counter while Angel, still half asleep yet glued on his phone, nodded absently, his finger instinctively muting every messages Valentino kept sending him which was almost every two minutes.

"C'mon Husky, Smiles's just that of a picky eater that's all. I mean, yeah sure this dude eats pancakes with liver. Liver! But-! He isn't that horrible once you know the context-"

"Didn't he put pepper in your homemade Pana Cotta when you have made one that time?" Husk asked as he couldn't hide the smug grin when he was Angel's grip on his phone getting tighter while a vein was threatening to pop up just above his frowning eyebrows and clenched smile.

"It's__!" Angel started but then his teeth clenched before he sighed dramatically, his four arms limping on the counter. Husk couldn't help but move out one of it delicately, cringing a bit at the recently cleaned up counter.

Then Angel broke. "No but you're right! I really don't understand this guy- how? HOW?? How can you be SO repulsed of something that isn't salty or spicy?? Fuck, even when it's about sex Smile's not even that iffy towards it-!" The spider complained, frowning deeply all the way.

Husk raised an eyebrow with slight Inquisitor at him while sorting a few bottles of whisky and wine from a recent delivery from one of the overlord of the pride ring that specialized himself in alcoholic drinks. The four armed demon was about to continue his ramblings until someone else piped in, their voice groggy.

"Technically Alastor's libido is pretty much a fifty fifty. Or a roulette wheel. I know from experience."

Completely ignoring his own double edged words, Lucifer sat on the other disponible chair next to Angel quite heavily, his six wings hanging lazily from his back as they almost reach the ground but the monarch didn't even seemed to mind it the slightest. He slightly rubbed his face out of tiredness as Angel's eyes widened a bit but soon his flirty and smug persona came back as he leaned furthermore to the counter, much to Husk's disagreement as the cat demon's tail puffed slightly.

"Hey there short king ~" He purred out, waggling his fingers at Lucifer. The devil, at first, frog blinked slowly until he realized that Angel was hitting on him as he coughed up suddenly, laughing awkwardly as he pulled slightly his sleeveless turtleneck.

"UHM ANYWAY- You two were talking about Al right?" The king immediately changed the subject. Angel got even more confused ans pretended to pout when Husk chuckled at his failed attempt at getting interesting results.

The cat demon was the one to answer him.

"I've been on his leash for more than a decade now and yet he still somehow manage to impress me each time he tried to "soothe down" a sweet dish. Le alika maty tena, one time he put sauce in my mofo akondro, that was a really low blow." Husk added in as Angel couldn't help but whistle, knowing that Husk, despite swearing like an old sailor, would rarely use his native language to insult ever even for something mundane.

Lucifer, like the being he was, obviously knew and spoke malagasy and he couldn't help but be even more surprised, knowing Husk rarely use his native language to insult.

"Wait what he does that now?? I knew that he really hates anything related to sugar but this seems a bit extreme-!"

"Isn't that weird too that this fucker do like cooking? I'm still surprised he didn't poisoned all of us until now" Angel said, actually getting wary at the realization but Lucifer waved his hand around as Husk shook his head to confirm that the spider's suspicions were useless.

"He ain't going do that. Cooking is actually one of his passions plus he ain't that clueless, he knows that people are not that allergic to sweets like him." Husk argued back, even him telling that information felt weird on his tongue but it was true, Alastor knows that he was the only one in the hotel that was so repulsed of anything other than salt or spicy.

He would have shocked Husk if it wasn't for the fact that Alastor was just full of salt himself.

During the small conversation, Lucifer pondered on his own and couldn't help but slightly rolls his eyes in tiredness even though it was morning already. He knew about his husband's loath for anything sugary, he was already used to it when Alastor would put deer liver in between pancakes to lessen down its savor or drink his dark coffee with nothing else but the devil had to admit that this was just too much!

Something, Lucifer was actually convinced that this guy's doberman like taste was actually the main reason why he went in Hell, not the murders and the cannibalism or whatnot.

"-Plus Charlie wanted me to hang a few decorations with her and Vag. After all, it has been a while since I even celebrated Halloween." Husk admitted as he shuffled a few tarot cards on his own as Angel titled his head to the side, those rare calm expression on his face that were only reserved to the cat bartender shown as he slowly nodded his head before raising an eyebrow.

"Really?"

Husk shrugged.

"I've only done famadihana when I was a kid, don't know if that counts."

Lucifer didn't minded that the two didn't aknowledged him, in fact, he didn't felt the need to be seen on the current but upon hearing the oh so familiar therm of Samhain that regular people would use differently, he perked up slightly.

When Charlie was just barely a 5 feet tall naphil, Halloween was her favorite holiday and day of the year, mainly because Lucifer would usually told her about how the gape between humans and them demons would meet each other without discord or chaos. Of course, it was stupid to think that way especially when during the time Charlie was a toddler, humans would rather torture and brainwash their own kind if they were queers or just left-handed. Sending a pale child whose friends were goats plushies during the Victorian era would have probably made polemic and she would mainly ended up in an horrible church disguised as a rehabilitation center than with friends going to school while munching on apple slices.

And then people wondered why Lucifer didn't liked humans, especially less sinners but a few were an exception.

Now, unfortunately, he didn't knew anymore if it was still her favorite time of the year but upon hearing the familiar words again, it seemed that it was unchanged until now.

That information made him smile warmly and furthermore when one thing led to another.

It has been eons since he hasn't made his famous candied apples!

He remembered when Charlie would be crazy about those sweet things and he himself would be more than thrilled to cook those delicacies just for her. After all, even if Lucifer would not be that such of a great cook aside from his iconic pancakes (was the devil even know for his flour and syrup? Meh at least he was known in the hotel for this and there weren't even that many of patrons here), Lucifer's second most favorite was making those delicacies topped with melted caramel and in some times edible glitters.

"Did she thought about celebration Halloween or not?" He suddenly asked out loud, only now realizing that he actually didn't listened to their conversation, a guilty feeling gnawing in his guts.

Both Angel and Husk looked at the devil before the smaller demon shrugged, unsure.

"She didn't confirmed yet if she really wants or not."

"Well knowing our lil ray of sunshine, the reason she wouldn't accept would be probably because of the fact she's constantly busy as a nun during vespers." Angel added.

Lucifer faltered slightly. Well, that not really the answer he hoped but at least he still had a bit of glimmer that he would have an excuse to cook again and now for a wider range.

Oh well! Technically now he had an excuse!

Again, without knowing, he bid farewell to the two as he vanished in a red mist as Angel also had an unexpected filming where he needed as a major role, leaving Husk again with a counter that he just barely cleaned who now had glitters on it.

Husk sighed deeply.

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Early that day, the sin of Pride stood in front of the kitchen, his hands on his hips and a determined expression on his face while contemplating all around.

Today, he got up early to make those delicious snacks he used to make, hoping that his mind wouldn't play any tricks against him such as forgetting essential parts.

But he was lucky! He wasn't known for being the one with a clownfish memory! Details were hard but he could still keep in mind important matters.

Like his fall for example.

Ouch.

But anyway, this wasn't the main topic Lucifer was thinking about his famous candied apples. Without waiting furthermore, he summoned with a snap of fingers all the ingredients and the necessary ustensils he needed.

Taking a deep breath while tighting furthermore the apron around his waist, he stood in front of the kitchen counter, darting his gaze around.

"Let's see..." He thought to himself, rummaging through the tidied mess as he landed on the bright red apples. He smiled widely before he remembered a detail that almost made his face drop.

Oh yeah. Alastor.

Lucifer facepalmed as he grunted in annoyance at the realization. Of course his dumbass of a husband, like the weird ass cryptid he was, would be the exception! There's no way he was Lucifer was going to let him put a gizzard or deer blood on his sweets. It was his dish after all!

Suddenly, he perked up as an idea sprouted in his mind. Well, if Alastor wasn't able to put those horrendous mixes in Lucifer's concoction... Then Lucifer will be the one doing those horrendous mixes!

That sicken him slightly but it was better than having a heart attack when someone else do it.

Well, changes of plan! He WAS going to make those candied apples and for an annoying exigeant Bambi, a version with more savory taste.

Thus started a whole operation in the kitchen that was divided in two, one side of the counter being filled with sugar, melter butter and butterscotch while the other had blood from who knows where coated with smells like pepper or sauce.

The devil breathed out heavily, wiping his sweaty forehead with his arm as he admired with pride the plate with the bright, sparkling fruits that were put on it topped off with still fresh caramel alongside with edible, shiny glitters. Then, his gaze darted to the other plate who looked more like a poor representation of what foods look like from a 5 stars restaurant.

The key words were poor representation.

BUT if he had to be honest, Lucifer was surprised that Alastor's part was okay ish and actually something alright?? Well- the coagulated blood topped with sesame was probably a churn sensation for delicate stomach bur Alastor's was definitely concrete thus he wouldn't mind it.

He just hoped that the smell would not be unbearable for the others, because eating something sweet with the scent of cooked steak wasn't probably the best feeling.

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"Oh my gosh dad you really didn't had to!" Charlie's enthusiastic voice rang out, already full of emotions as Vaggie raised an eyebrow, curious, at the frozen syrupy apple that she was holding before she took a small, tentative bite and soon her eye instantly gleamed.

"Wow it's actually good-!" The fallen exorcist added and couldn't help but take another, smiling furthermore when she caught a bit of liquid butterscotch with it.

Lucifer couldn't help but also bust his chest in joy and satisfaction, seeing that his desserts were a success for everyone who either shares because of the size of the fruit or it's excessive yet enjoyable sweetness and crunchiness.

The short king looked around, his heart swelling even more when he saw the bright, giddy expression on Charlie's face just like when she was still a child as she told the other hotel's residents about some memories she had with her pa' and then in general.

"It seems that everyone is quite enjoying your delicacies apparently" A familiar radio filled voice suddenly rang in as Lucifer felt a presence materializing next to him.

He didn't needed to turn his head to know that Alastor was looking at the candied apples with a hint of disdain. Lucifer chuckled slightly.

"Well it has been a while I didn't spoiled charlie or even anyone with snack so I decided to prepare something" Lucifer explained, shrugging.

Alastor simply hummed.

The two, for the smallest of seconds, just stood next to each other, enjoying in certain degrees the sight of either Charlie holding Vaggie's hand while she was discussing with Cherri or Nifty, high on sugar, fastly crawling around while Angel tried his best to hold her in place with Husk slightly snickering at the interaction. After a few ephemeral moments, Lucifer spoke up, his tone smug yet a spike of uncertainty flared up alongside.

"How was your version of candied apples though?"

"If your version of candied apples was putting anything that was my liking then you should probably reevaluate your cooking skills" Alastor said casually, his permanent smile getting wider when Lucifer hit him on the shoulder.

"Hey! I'm not the one who's so repulsed by sugar I need to tone it down with spice!" The king argued back, revolted as such words. Alastor only barked out a laugh.

"Well technically I like sugar-"

"Say what now?" Lucifer deadpanned at him, already preparing himself to shake Alastor as a result of his efforts to make something at least potable for Alastor. The deer raised an eyebrow.

"-But! I'm not the kind of indulge myself in it."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him.

"... So you don't like sugar."

"Indubitably."

Lucifer sighed, massaging his forehead but then Alastor continued, his tone more sincere now.

"Still, I appreciated your efforts into making sure your dish is adequate to my tastes. Really." The deer added as his husband's eyes widened a bit at the aveu before he smiled back at him, a snort almost leaving his mouth.

"Well, that's something I didn't knew you would s-"

"The venison was horrible though."

Lucifer this time didn't hesitated as he hit, this time harder, Alastor who couldn't help but cackle, Charlie looking at the two from afar, still smiling at their interactions.

Maybe she shouldn't tell her father that she smelled the blood on a few apples, he seemed happy enough.

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Holy shit I went past day one what a miracle! 😱😱😱😦😦😦😦 /Hj

Anyway again sorry for any shitty writing it will happen again.

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supernatural s14e3 the scar (w. robert berens)

all right, here's hoping i can get through this today. tail end (knock on wood) of a bad migraine but i can listen to things with headphones now and not feel horrendous so maybe?

lol just stab him with the archangel blade somewhere non-lethal, see what happens, there's an angel test for ya. still bothered that they apparently have no desire to truly confirm michael isn't playacting dean? whatever

DEAN It’s just every time I think about it, you know. It's like a nightmare. I mean I can’t eat, I can’t sleep - it’s always just there watching me. SAM Dean, it’s just a beard. I’ve been a little busy lately.

absolutely have seen gifs of this whole bit a bunch of times. why is sam's beard watching you while you sleep, the perennial question (has enough time even passed for them to try to sleep? :p)

DEAN So, I’m good. I’m just really, really, happy to be... home.

i watched until this scene when i started this episode a couple days ago and noped out. their home being taken over by all these people continues to give me the heebiejeebies. granted their home is massive and more like a work space than a home, so it's more like it's getting used like it was designed, but they've been so isolated forever basically this is just a lot. (also i'm a jealous asshole in some ways and i'm like oh dean's gotta share sam with all these people now? lol 😬)

why's bro always getting weird scar things on his person? the hand print, the mark, whatever the fresh hell this thing is

is it the spear of destiny lance of michael whatever business. doesn't seem nearly wide enough to account for his scar. wonder if this is another episode by that different editor (john fitzpatrick on imdb), reminiscent of those visions of jody dying in 13x09. ding ding ding, it is indeed the same editor. funny. last episode he did was 13x21

speaking of, hey jody! even though i just referenced the episode with her in it i forgot about the whole kaia / dark kaia thing -_-

JODY No, no. I have video surveillance going down at the fair, Claire practically sat shiva down there. There’s been nothing.

shiva reference #3 (7x10 and 8x16)

cas conveniently has to stay back to fix rando hexed girl, so dean and sam can have some arguments on the way to jody. after dean upset jack too of course by refusing to let him go with. which i think was the right call but, you know. do it less dickishly.

SAM C’mon man, this isn’t a joke! Something huge happened and you won’t really even talk about it. Look, this whole Michael thing: we need to deal with it. DEAN I’m going at 80 to deal with it. How can I be running from something when I’m RACING toward it?! SAM I know, kinda your thing. DEAN Ok. SAM I’m just saying. You said you let Michael in, then bang, you’re back in a blink. But for me, you were gone: for weeks. I didn’t know if you were alive. I just need you to talk to me. Slow down so I can catch up. DEAN Call Jody, let her know we’re almost there.

way to talk about your feelings, sam! way to be a jerk, dean. both being able to open up at the same place and time has never been their strong suit. honestly don't have the wherewithal to even ponder why dean's being like this

LOL very cute. like the little "see dean, people do like the beard!" from sam. also cute little exchange where dean rolls his eyes about sam knowing a serial killer fact and sam makes the wtf bro face

very special episode where jack realizes he can Be Useful in other ways than a rock 'em sock 'em hunter? helping with the hexed girl

DEAN We’ll make better time if we split up. SAM No, Dean we’ll be safer if we stick together. JODY If I get a vote, I’m in team stick together. DEAN Fine.

man i do not enjoy dick!dean :p he gets like this sometimes and i wanna smack him. use your words, asshole, instead of taking whatever out on everyone else

no one was expecting dark kaia! oh, how i do not care. sorry, girl.

LORA Is that your Dad? JACK One of them, yes.

can i say again i really appreciate how they make it textual that sam, dean and cas are all jack's fathers. it's just nice. doesn't have to mean anything outside of their relationship to him, regardless of their relationships with each other. as it should be

JACK Do you have parents? Or someone we can call? LORA My mom, but she probably hates me. JACK Why? LORA Because I left, I ran away. I hated school, I hated our crappy one star fleet town and I hated her rules. I was sick of being treated like a kid. I thought I could make it on my own but then I met her.

lol this show can be so literal when it wants to make a parallel to a victim of the week and a recurring character's situation. literally laughed out loud when she started "because i left"

i'm sure the giant necklace gifted by the evil witch is unrelated. i keep looking at her (false) lashes. they're pretty but a little unexpected in the locked up by a witch situation

SAM Or it could have been Michael. C’mon, three vamps in Sioux Falls and not a single civilian death. That’s not an accident. I think they were hunting her. DEAN Why? SAM I think because Michael sent them to finish what he started.

trying to remember what michael had to do with kaia and drawing a huge blank, clearly retained almost nothing of her storyline. imagine how bad i'd be at keeping track if i didn't write these posts.

back when i was watching game of thrones (as it aired so i'd get a week to process between episodes) i would always read recaps/reviews after the episode because they were so densely packed and i knew i missed stuff, but i dunno, i just don't want other people's takes muddling up my feelings about this show in particular. more personal investment or something in it (it's also a *lot* more straight forward, it's just got the overloaded plot/characters syndrome past the first handful of seasons)

did not manage to watch this in one sitting so we're day 2 but i think (knock on wood again), demon migraine was smushed into 2 days instead of 3 and is gone

'squatchin

way dean is acting reminds me of a little how he was acting, and how i expected him to be acting, directly after purgatory. bro is pissed and gonna make it everyone's problem

losing my mind, just take the necklace off the girl -_- as she writhes around with this giant bauble flopping around where she's actively mummifying

JODY They have a right to know but I can’t. I promised Claire human cases are mine, but anything "monstery" I’d loop her in: this. God. Claire’s been doing so good. I mean anything connected to Kaia, she’s a powder keg. First loves strikes quick, and then to lose it like that.

couldn't remember if that was a thing that we knew about or not lol seriously, brain.

JODY Well, you two are having a time of it. SAM Yeah, he’s working something out and he’s working it out alone. The only thing I know is he’s not ready for this case. JODY Maybe. Maybe he needs it.

maybe he needs it but also him haring off (practically) alone with not enough information rarely ends well. nonetheless, glad jody's here to support them. my favorite family dynamic on the show, and the one that i don't feel like i need the text convincing me of. it's just there

DEAN That pig sticker she’s hiding, it is the only thing that we know that hurts Michael. I’m gonna do whatever it takes.

literally just raised my hand. um hello, what about the archangel blade?? do we not have one anymore?

JACK Lora’s life force: it’s in here. CAS Jack, are you sure? JACK No... (he smashes the pendant and green smoke twirls its way in to Lora’s pendant and she comes to life.)

this is so goofy :p

SAM Wait a second: you’re a dreamwalker, too? Your powers, they connected you. DARK KAIA Our whole lives, what she saw, I saw. I know where it comes from your anger, your impatience: itvs fear. You’re scared and you’re weak. DEAN Alright, shut up! DARK KAIA Michael hurt you. He hurt me too.

i mean, everyone is doing a good job acting-wise but this is just. ridiculous. so is dean mad because he's feeling guilty about what michael did while using his body against his will? that probably should have been incredibly obvious, i'm just so not connecting with this story 🥴

SAM So Michael wants the spear because he knows it can hurt him? And that’s why his monsters are coming after you?

okie dokie

jody sure gets pretty serious injuries a lot? how about pop back to the bunker so cas can just fix it :p like the... broken leg? was it? hmm, guess it wasn't healed magically there either

from 11x12 JODY Oh, it had to be the leg. I'm gonna need bionics.

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DEAN Jody. JODY Dean Winchester, you have nothing to apologize for. DEAN How is the arm? SAM You sure you don’t want a ride to the hospital or… JODY I’ve driven with a broken arm before. I’m more worried what I’m gonna tell Alex when I get there. And then once I get home… SAM Claire. JODY I’m dreading those consequences. She’s got to know, she’s got to know that Kaia’s killer is still out there. SAM You alright? JODY It’s just seeing her face again. Raising three hunters and fearing every day that I might lose one of them. I didn’t even really get a chance to know Kaia before she died - just feel like I already lost before I even ever began.

again, well acted but this is a stretch emotionally, for me

CAS Well, Jules is off. She’s taking Lora back home to her mother. Jack, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know that you have been going through a lot lately:. We’ve all been going through a lot but it’s no excuse. I just haven’t been there for you: not the way I should of. JACK Cas, it’s okay. CAS Well, what you did today made me so proud. You know, learning to hold your own in a fight without your powers. That takes time and training, but today you proved that you have the mind of a hunter and the heart of a hunter. I was thinking, erm, I’ll talk to Sam and Dean, but maybe-- maybe we could go on a hunting trip -- I mean if you want to?

good sentiment but oh so cheesy -_-

JACK (coughing) Yes (coughing again) Sorry. CAS You ok? JACK I’m fine: I’m human now. Must be getting my first cold. CAS Well, I’ll make you some soup then.

LOL not ominous at all. i'm sure it's fine. not a plot relevant illness, just a garden variety cold!

DEAN I put us all in danger today, stupid danger. SAM Dean. DEAN You were right. I just didn’t want to look at it, what Michael used me for. I just wanted to race ahead. You know, skip to the end of the story the part where I get the weapon and I take out the bad guy. The part where I kill Michael. SAM Yeah, I know. DEAN You know I said yes to him because I thought: it was stupid. I was stupid. SAM Dean, you did what you had to do.

just following directive number one, keep sammy safe

DEAN And it wasn’t a blink. I got possessed: I made it sound like that but it wasn’t. I don’t remember most of what Michael did with me because I was under water. Drowning. And that I remember. I felt every second of it - clawing, fighting for air. I thought I could make it out but I couldn’t: I wasn’t strong enough. And now he’s gone: he’s out there putting an army of monsters together. He’s hurting people. That’s all on me, man. I said yes. It’s my fault.

i know i've talked about the moral calculus of it all, the number of people they saved vs the number they've gotten killed by their decisions, specifically to save each other (insert enraged noises that my blog is nigh on unsearchable so who the fuck knows when i actually talked about it). sam more directly gets a lot of credits i think from preventing the (first) apocalypse by jumping into the cage, puts them all in the black possibly indefinitely :p but how many people died because dean killed death to save sam and sam needed to save dean by removing the mark and letting out the darkness. from dean stopping sam from dying to finish the trials and closing the gates of hell.

not even sure what i'm arguing here. get over it, bucko? you've done worse? lol i don't know. round and round we go. we've been down this road too many times and i'm tired. yeah, he said yes. he thought he could make deal with michael that he'd uphold, and he didn't. and we're always gonna swim around in dean's neverending crushing guilt

jack's got the (magical??) consumption apparently

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[writinandcrying]

I'd like a Match Up if you wanna! .o. Preferably for Rise but I'm familiar with every TMNT verse starting at '03 and forward if u thought of any others.

I'm just a gay/demisexual (a guy match plz!) demiguy (he/they) who's kinda short(?) I'm 5'5" at most but I haven't checked in a few years ngl. Appearance wise I shift between pastel or alt stuff is all.

I'm an ENTP and 9w1! I have a lot of trouble properly expressing or understanding emotions due to my Autism but I try to battle that by being blunt and asking questions! I'm also constantly stuck battling between people pleasing and my anger issues that make me wanna snap. To kinda combat that my anger is now p much pointed at myself so I don't hurt anyone or their feelings. But I'm trying to better myself with the "Do No Harm but Take No Shit" mindset. I generally make myself do my usual "im the funny friend" routine, but that lead to a lot of ppl assuming I'm stupid, so I'm trying to find a balance between that and showing other sides of myself :') I show my love through Physical Touch and Acts of Service! And I think I respond well to all Love Languages? Except I can be bad at accepting gifts bc of a dumb inner voice going "Oh so u manipulated them I to giving u smth" ...oop. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ahh I really like Animation, Horror, and Comedy shows/movies, especially analyzing them. I kind of want kids in the future? I'd be more willing if I trusted my partner with my Lows (hopefully they trust me with theirs too ofc) or if I could skip the baby part tbh. I really enjoy baking, reading, and video games, but I like physical activities when there's a sort of clear goal? Like playing Volleyball or Soccer, but not just a general run or jog. But I'd love to travel the world in moderation too, I just want to make sure there's always a great place to come back to.

In my platonic and romantic relationships I can be frustrating bc I tend to bottle stuff up so I don't bother anyone. If I felt comfy enough and knew I didn't have to worry about my Big Fear(tm) of Abandonment then I would slowly get better at talking about things. I'm also really forgetful when it comes to my own things, like forgetting to eat, drink, or sleep or if there was anything I needed/wanted to do.. I think the only pet peeves I have is if I feel Not Heard or listened to? Or just Disregarded? I've been told with how I analyze situations but focus on emotions help others when they're in their worst moments? Like helping calm my little brother down from when angry or helping my mom or friends out of their depressive moments.

Thank you for your time! <3

hi there! sure thing <3 ill go towards rottmnt cuz it has literally consumed 70% of my brain lately lmao i match you with...

Mikey!

Honestly i can see both of you helping each other out into maturing and personal growth, Mikey knows he's clever and also still learning along the way, don't even consider yourself a bother into asking him questions cuz he loves to answer them, and if he doesn't know something, he can just asks his brothers!

Dr. Feelings make frequent visits in your hangouts, he constantly reminds you to unwind and has relaxing exercises if he notices you are bottling too much, and if someone ever tries to take advantage of your "people pleasing taste" Doctor Delicate Touch will also show up to yell tell the person to bug off

he understands the feeling of only being seen in "one light"- all mikey's (i mean in any version) suffer from youngest sibling syndrome - struggling with not being taken seriously, so he does gives you extra attention in everything you say, do, your feelings, thoughts, and if you mean business, so does he.

Honestly for Rottmnt Mikey i think he enjoys all love languages as well lmao, his top 3 are def words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time, he loves gifting you stuff as well, but if you ever mention those "oh i manipulated them into giving me these" thoughts he will fight /argue with you, like, every-time. He doesn't really get it, he tries to be as gentle as possible with your feelings, but on this topic things might escalate, he really likes you and wants to show it as well!

he ADORES that you like animation and horror too!! i headcanon that later on Mikey becomes a fan of horror/thriller movies and video games, everyone @ the lair gets scared to watch/play with him so he's more than thrilled to play and hangout with you, Mikey never really thought much about volley or soccer, but after meeting you he gets so addicted to it, even start to watch volleyball matches (specially woman league cuz they are the best mwah mwah chef kiss)

Mikey knows its hard for you to open up, so when you finally feel comfortable to, all eyes and ears on you, you are the main priority at the moment. He begins to notice you sometimes go non-verbal lke his brother Donnie (Canonically diagnosed with autism) so he knows how what to do to make you feel better or more comfortable depending on the situation

overall: your relationship is compassionate, full with hugs, kisses, snuggles (he loves to shower you with affection fr fr) and loads of fun dates! lucky you!

hope you liked it! match ups are closed for now

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Hello, this is your Santa here :) Hope your week is going well and that you are staying safe :))

In terms of my progress, I've drafted up some ideas and a general plan of how to go about doing justice to your likes :))

I do happen to have some questions for you and I hope you can answer them :))

1. Do you have any OUAT characters that you dislike? If so why?

2. What is your favorite OUAT season?

3. Do you have any favorite artists? Both in music and art?

I do happen to wanna ask a couple more questions but in a more relaxed form :)

Did you have any favorite Christmas growing up? Like any one experience that just stood out to you....cause if you did I would love to hear off it. Alsooo, have you ever build a ginger bread house? I rewarched shrek and ginger bread man reminded me of ginger bread houses and cookies.....why does shrek remind me of Christmas?

All rambles aside, I do have quite some questions but I shall reign them in until next time. Looking forward to your response.. have a great rest of the week and stay safe :))

My week's off to a great start; I hope yours is too!

I'm so excited to see what you've got cooking up :D

1.. Tbh I'm not a huge fan of Mr. Gold. He's just a lil toxic towards Belle- outside of the context of their relationship he isn't bad though.

However, I also hate Gothel/Eloise Gardner- not in a "I hate seeing her onscreen" way, but in a "I love seeing her onscreen because that way I can actively continue to hate her this is fun" like I utterly despise her but she's so interesting I wanna examine her under a microscope and also watch her die but I'll look away when she does, ya know?

My reasons for dislike of her are her abuse and manipulation of Wish!Killian and Alice. Like. We've got a technical count of assault, and then she holds that over his head every time she sees him after that just to get inside his head and then she basically casts this big dark curse (like it was Drizella's curse, sure, but Gothel was pulling the strings too) and she could've been anyone she wanted in this new curse world- and she created the persona of Eloise Gardner- a runaway nobody- specifically so she could play the role of the damsel in distress in Wish!Killian's life, specifically so she could continue to use and manipulate him- I want to commit acts of violence anytime Eloise is within three feet of Rogers- but at the same time, I love watching and anaylsing her.

Sorry that was long winded 😅

2. This is a hard choice, because I love them all (except maybe season 1, but that's just for lack of a certain pirate) but I'm gonna go with Season 4. A lot of media tends to focus on watching the characters fall in love like falling in love is the climax, but they neglect to show all the work and time put into the relationship after it's started- so I love how season 4 shows you the little glimpses into Killian and Emma not just falling in love with each other, but living in love with each other- we get to see their first date and watch Killian step up as a father figure for Henry and see how they handle conflict together and just those quiet moments where they're there for each other.

Season 4 has a lot of other good stuff too- development of Killian and Belle's friendship, the return of August, Belle's mom (however briefly we had her!,) Emma's outfit in the alternate universe, ext. I also really liked the emotion in the Belle leaving Rumple at the town line scene.

3. Obscurely enough, I love listening to Ben Fankhauser and also Ephie Aardema, despite the fact that they aren't actually all that popular (especially outside of Broadway circles.) I also like Ben Platt and Jonas Brothers and (more recently) Taylor Swift. And Jeremy Jordan! (I also listen to the musical episode of ouat a lot.) Annapantsu is really good too!

As far as art artists, I can't think of any off the top of my head ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I definitely remember a lot of magical Christmas moments. One time my sister and I really wanted snow on Christmas and it hadn't snowed much at all- until it started snowing on Christmas Eve as my dad read our traditional Christmas storybook to us. I remember getting a unicorn pillow pet which I had really wanted one year, and another year when I got my first ukulele (I straight up cried.)

I've done a few gingerbread houses over the years, yes! I love artsy stuff as well as baking and using the resources I have on hand in the kitchen to make masterpieces!

Here's a pic of one of my favorites that I did (with help from my little brother!)

So long, friend! Remember to stay hydrated!

[far-away-stars]

The OG8 ~ ♡