#I of course already watched the movie wayyy back when I was little so this will be me rewatching it while it’ll be my friend’s first time

[withmytailtotheworld]

remembering how my laptop decided to nearly explode when one of my friends (who has NEVER seen a single piece of care bears media but does know about their existence) and I were trying to watch Oopsy Does It! on my personal Google Drive- over a Google Meet- and the last thing we heard from my laptop as it was about to give up on itself, was the intro music, but especially the “WE ARE THE CARE BEARS 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️” but it was very distorted and super loud- like- bit-crushed loud (from the laptop glitching out, not from anything that was going on from the meet or from the drive or even from the quality of the movie.)

15.5/10

horrifying experience. I’m glad we were able to witness it, wasn’t happy about fixing my laptop afterwards and having cancelling our plans to watch the movie for the night

[stevenssticks]

thinkin abt childhood best friends to lovers with cliff<333 (i’m such a sucker for this trope it’s soosososos cute)

cliff n you would be total opposites but identical at the same time. he’s so mellow, and you’re a big ball of energy, excited and passionate about everything. since you were kids you would drag him places like theme parks and cool stores you find in your area, literally jumping up and down when you find something fun to do. cliff would be a quiet but happy participant in your adventures, from when you were 5 looking at frogs in a nearby creek to when cliff got his first car and the two of you would go on mini road trips together.

you would have a wall of friend photos filled with mostly ones of you from wayyy way back. cliff has a lil photo of the two of you on your first day of kindergarten and one on your last day of high school. somewhere along your lengthy friendship, something in cliff’s brain shifted in his feelings towards you, sudden thoughts of innocent kisses shared between the two of you, moving into high school and early adulthood with nights where cliff would wind up with a hand in his flannel pants, wondering what it would feel like if it was yours instead.

of course you were having revelations of your own, having fallen head over heels for cliff somewhere along the way in middle school. pining after him like a lovesick puppy ever since. honestly the crush started earlier than you would ever admit to yourself (it was always there).

now, after the formation of metallica and cliff long times away from you for tours and gigs, he returns home to you over the summer while you’re visiting your parents. excited, energetic you runs right up into cliffs arms, making him nearly drop his beloved bass. you have drinks out on the counter already, and when you invite him back to watch movies in your bed, he sees your room is as you left it when you went off to college. all your photos of the two of you still up.

fast forward to two and a half movies later and you’re cuddled up under your sheets. it’s so domestic and it makes your head spin, how this is so close or exactly how it would be if he were your boyfriend instead. how that fine line in your relationship has blurred into near nonexistence. you look up at cliff to find that he’s already been looking down at you. you smile up at him, heart dancing around your ribcage. cliff moves a hand down your arm, closing his hand around yours and squeezing. you blink up at him, face heating up a little. and then the impossible happens.

cliff leans down, and kisses you. just a sweet little kiss on the lips. “i love you.”

you light up like a sparkler. you make a happy little noise and jump up into his arms, kissing him all over. cliff kisses you back, humming into your mouth while you keep making your happy little noises. wrapping your arms around him and trying to kiss him deeper, in which cliff gladly returns your enthusiasm. you move cliffs hair behind his ears, breaking the kiss to press your forehead to his.

“i love you too. so much.”

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Dunst said she got the role after sending Östlund an improv scene involving her as the bored woman trying to unlock her husband’s phone while he is asleep on the flight. “It turns out she doesn’t have the code, so she tries to unlock it with face ID,” said Östlund, recalling the scene. “But he has his mouth open. So she has to very carefully close his mouth. She manages to unlock the phone. And then, of course, finds out he’s been having affairs with younger women, so they are going to deal with this during this ride.” For Daniel Brühl the key to getting cast in Östlund’s new film was getting himself, and the director, very drunk. After meeting Östlund at an event in Cannes a few years ago, Brühl invited him to a barbeque at his home on Majorca. “I got the best wine, the best fish,” recalled Brühl, “and I was preparing all the clever things that I could say to this great auteur. [Then] within a second, I lost all my restraints, and we had the most wonderful conversation. Along the way, Ruben said: ‘Maybe you could be in my film.'” “Daniel got very drunk and started to open up about his family life,” corrected Östlund, who said it was the German actor’s emotional honesty that convinced him he was right for the role. “It was really like, no, bullshit, you know? Because we all know what it’s like to be in a relationship, when even if you love somebody, the struggles that come with that,” he said, “we were able to talk as human beings and say ‘seriously, let’s cut the bullshit.'”

THREE THINGS: (1) YESSSS! I was really hoping Brühl and Dunst would be cast as a couple. Even before this project was announced, I always imagined they'd be a good match, on-screen and off-screen, as they have a similar attitude towards fame and the projects they pick, seamlessly going from indies to Hollywood projects and back again. (2) I'm a little annoyed they revealed so much of the plot already but also intrigued because if they're so free to reveal all that, there's got to be a whole lot more in store.

(3) I *literally* just watched Force Majeure (also by Östlund) and I have a feeling this movie will be closer in tone to it than Triangle of Sadness. And if I'm right, it's gonna be WAYYY better than I was anticipating. Also, Östlund's films do really well at Cannes, this could mean top nominations — if not awards — for the leads and a ticket to the Oscars.

[intertexts]

goodevening I am no longer in the car and while I was in the car I was thinking about new haven wards so I'm invading your inbox. I mean. mostly just about interpersonal dynamics and not power things so technically this is just thinking about pd. but in the context of worm world.

uhmmmmm sitting in the wards base. I think they spend. all of their time out of costume there. none of them really have. family to go home to (with the exception of . william and ashe but I don't imagine they exactly WANT to spend time at home. considering.) so they spenddd all day every day out of costume with each other. i think william and dakota were paired together first and they just naturally clicked with each other right away because they balanced out each other's energy pretty well. hence the extreme codependency qpr. then vycnent joined and he was a little prickly at first bc he didn't rlly know the city or what he was doing there or what his powers were and maybe he already had a habit of distancing himself from people due to the nature of his powers. but obv he comes around eventually and william has his gay little crush and here they are sitting smushed together in the same arm chair watching a movie on the big tv together. dakota is snoring honk shoo style. then WAYYY later ashe joins and william is the prickly petty one. dakota takes to him rlly fast just bc dakota loves everyone very loudly and easily. vyncent took a little longer but appreciated ashes chill personality so clicked with that pretty quickly. william had a one sided rivalry with ashe for a little bit and didn't trust him. however now they are ride or die emos and will parallel play by sitting leaning on each other back to back on the couch doing completely separate activities and not speaking to each other. the new haven wards literally always have to be touching each other in some capacity when out of costume amazon listing do not separate they have SUCH BAD separation anxiety please

also side note about wibby I have some Thoughts about why his last name is bell and not wisp and I'm going to keep this simple and spoiler free but just know there is MORE to this. eventually. i think it's because. grew up in the worm equivalent of deadwood which is a rlly small town in the middle of nowhere which means it doesn't rlly have a strong Cape Presence. so after his trigger event and his family finding out abt his powers (bc i think they Would) his parents push him to join the wards in new haven, because his older brother david already lives there, so he can just go live with david !! easier to separate his hero identity from his parents who he loves if he changes his last name to the same as the brother he's living with in the city. smile. not going to get too into that rn

side note SIDE NOTE bc I just read about them again. do u think wibby retains some subconscious knowledge about the . extra dimensional trigger event being. I dont think he would Remember it per se but. maybe he gets really weird recurring nightmares about it sometimes. and doesn't think anything of it bc it's just SO weird and incomprehensible. this stance may change once I read abt what those things actually ARE but for now. I like to make my favorite characters suffer <3 NO WAIT MAYBE ITS DAKOTA WITH HIS CANON NIGHTMARES. IDK. YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT THIS THAN ME. WHY CAN MISS MILITIA REMEMBER THEM >:|

NEW HAVEN WARDS... SAVE ME NEW HAVEN WARDS.... ok. under the cut so this doesnt get a mile longer 3

ILL OVER THEM!!!!! DO NOT SEPARATE!!! which means of course i have been thinking so hard about all of the reasons 2 separate them & make them miserable. it's gotta suck also being in school right?? since that's iirc a prerequisite of the wards. and the prt would Not be happy with "three distinctive looking clingy ass teenagers in the school everyone knows the wards go to who look exactly like the wards on tv." lmaoo. high school hell Has to stay its so necessary <33 also. i have many many many thoughts on vyncent & how he grew up & his relationship to both his power & parahumans in general but we will get into that once we also get into wibby!!!!

but. yeah. usually when i think of other media in worm lens i immediately go "alright how can i make this dynamic as unpleasant as possible..." it's honestly really fun 2 Not be doing that & instead just putting them all through the blender in various ways. i mean. they still have a fucking insane dynamic at least one of them has to have brutalized some minor thug for hurting someone i think. it's so fun thinking abt how that desperate extreme codependency translates to on shift where their job is throwing themselves into the meat grinder & getting hurt & shit.

IM. SO EXCITED FOR BELL SHIT. im so hyped. love this i'm sure william living with his brother!! ^_^ is incredibly unpleasant and a miserable experience for some fucking reason i will find out. yayyy <3

i thiiiiink. out of all of them. yeah. wibby would be most likely to be fixated on his trigger event. for sure <33 and also he has an insane memory! even if he didn't specifically remember it i think he would maybe know something. dakota still has nightmares but theyre just normal nightmares :-) several orders of magnitude worse though. of course. also HEYHEYHEY now u know my guys my best friends my rotten cheeses the slaughterhouse nine!!! u unlock [NH WARDS NOTE 1] !! which is. i think dakota's parents would have been killed via being victims of the s9 coming to town ^_^ this will be immediately worse for you after u read some more worm tomorrow!! anyway. anyway. 130 am for mee good NIGHT i loove them i love this dynamic so much thabk u. mac ghostiezone wards in my inbox u know its gonna b a good day!!!

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Hitting you with boredom questions for the inbetweens of lore.

Hit me

Your fav word right now

Fav number

Fav letter

Fav flower and specific colour

Fav plot line of the dsmp lore you’ve seen so far.

Fav most recently watched interaction of dsmp lore

Have you been hit with any story fic ideas while watching the lore as of right now

Skirts or shorts?

Bucket hats or caps?

Fav movie snack

Are you a hoodie person? If yes, zip ups or pull overs?

Hope this fills some time!!!! Thanks for the previous questions before!!!

THANK YOU i just watched the sad-ist animation dawn of 16 again bc it's my tradition to watch them at the end of each era (sometimes before or sometimes after depending on what it was for) so i am just so hype rn for no reason. i fucking love the dream smp 😭😭

ANYWAYSSS THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS :d

HMM probably smithereen(s) (for obvious reasons) or trembling. those are fun :D

my favorite number changes but usually i like the numbers 6 & 11 :D

HMMMMMM probably m, w or d bc they're fun to write

my favorite flowers are calendulas. um. for no reason in particular. ahah

HH favorite specific color is hard cause idrk? i usually go with red as just my basic favorite color. but if i was being specific specific, idk the name but i do know the hue is #c92351. also tortilla brown is good if paired with the right colors

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there's so much to say. i can't go down the road of any bonding stuff cause TECHNICALLY that isn't really a plot line. so um i like the dreamon thing with tubbo fundy & sap, uhhh and of course when tommy and wilbur are FRESH out of exile. and going wayyy back, i really like seeing how tommy starts to like...form the server into what it eventually ends/ended up being. it's fun. and of course the disc saga cause YES!!! BUTTT if i had to choose i'd say CURRENTLY it's the sapnap & tommy duel in the pet finale. it's fucking funny as shit 😭 OHH and also that whole thing where everyone has schlatt surrounded and he just dies from a heart attack and comes back and says "flatty. patty." IT'S SO RANDOM I LOVE IT

for INTERACTIONS i can go specific cause yes....um techno giving his "die like a hero" speech is nice. and dream and tommy sitting on the bench together is just...peaceful. cause a LOT of the server is together looking off into the distance, it feels like a REALLY good ending to a "season". and uhh there's a lot of little interactions like the whole schlatt thing i mentioned...oh god i need to cut myself off bc actually watching VODS instead of like lore outlines is so rewarding cause i can get down in the crevices and see EVERYTHING (granted i have a LOT of different povs to get to but it's happening! slowly! and with the delayed (cancelled) season 2 i have a lot more time than i thought i did lmao)

i have actually! a lot.... :') mainly just little things cause everytime someone says REMOTELY close to sounding g/t i just....mwah add it to random lines i might make a fic out of. i already sent orchid a fake fic title from something wilbur/tommy (i forget) said LMFAO

i'd prefer pants over anything but shorts!

not a hat gal, and if i am it's beanies....but if i had to choose i'd say bucket hats, they're a vibe :D

HM i gotta go with the basic option of saying popcorn. it's just unbeatable and the BEST option out of everything :D bonus if there's hot tamales or mike & ikes mixed in >:3

yes i am! and pullover all the way, i hate the way zippers look

THANK YOU FOR THESE QUESTIONSSS !!!

time for exile arc lets goo

[multifandoms27-blog]

:0 Your hcs for ling give me life! There's basically nothing out there for him.

Could I request ling yao x reader where the reader has insomnia but is able to sleep easily around Ling. (Bonus if you add in reader being a sleep hugger lol)

OMG OMG YES YES YES I RELATE SO MUCH <33 INSOMNIA GANG RISE UP and awww thank you, anon!!!!

~*~*~*

Content: Gender neutral reader, since anon never specified. Although I refer to reader in the second person anyway, so y'all good :3

Warnings: Uhhh nothing

Notes: Forgive me for all the off-track domestic rambles I went on, I just got back from a long weekend at my boyfriend's place and him and his family are giving me all the love I missed out on as a kid. I love all of them and would do anything to protect them <3

~*~*~*

MMMM insomniacs rise up (me, lol)

Ling from the very beginning of your relationship (and even before tbh) that you'd be up all hours of the night for days on end sometimes

He did worry, but the only response you'd give him was "insomnia"

This man doesn't know boundaries, so he's gonna pry into why you have insomnia

If you tell him its some like, psychological or trauma-induced reason, he wont go further unless you tell him or invite him to ask questions

However, if it's genetic, there's really not much else he can pry about lol

Ling has a bad habit of getting you little plushies and piling them up on your bed, making you send pictures of the plushie collection he's gotten you so he can gush over how cute they are

The first time he comes over, the man bursts into your bedroom (ofc) and with his arms open, yells, "Plush-babies! Daddy's home!"

Speaking of the first time he came over, that was actually the best sleep you had ever gotten

You both were watching a movie, Ling had passed out an hour ago and you were left to your own devices as you laid on his chest

Eventually, your eyelids became heavy and you were knocked out for wayyy more hours than you usually are

You woke up to Ling moving around and the smell of (lunch food) cooking in the air

Ling snickered and kissed you on the cheek. "You slept like a little baby. You even drooled on me a little, see?"

And of course, the darker patch on his shirt was prevalent. You blushed in embarassment "Ling, I- I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, no hun! That just means you slept real good last night."

Ling then spent many, many nights at your house after that

Ling loves coming over after work, showering, then either you or him making dinner, then settling down to bed, having light pillow talk then falling asleep

Ling's never had trouble sleeping; we all know he's the classic "bottomless pit" anime character, and those characters always sleep soundly (and snore loudly) so he'll always fall asleep before you

Your little plush babies will be pushed against the wall, Ling's back or side to them, you either pressed into his chest or his side with his arm over you no matter what

The more you sleep with him (SFW UNDERTONES-) the more sleep habits you develop

One that Ling notices the most, is waking up to you clinging to him for dear life

He's usually awake before you, so he snaps a couple pictures of you sleeping on him, or next to him, while making a funny face if he is in the shot

He'll even tease you about it at the worst times

"I'm gonna get a drink," Ling stands from Ed's couch, then crouches in front of (Y/n). "Come on."

"...Ling, what are you doing?"

"I just figured you'd wanna cling to me? You seem tired."

"Ling-" You blush.

"What?" He grins innocently. "You seem to want to cling to me when we sleep together, so I just figured-"

"LING!"

Ling totally sends those pictures of you to Lan Fan btw (THEY'RE BESTIES OKAY)

Lan Fan knows every bit of your relationship (except for like, the more intimate parts if you know what I mean) and whenever he comes home from your place, she's already got the snacks propped up and goes "Well???" and they squeal as he gushes about you it's so cute lol <3

Ling once woke from a nightmare, in which he relived Fu dying once more, and he could feel your arms tighten even more around him as he jolted awake

He looked down, thinking you were awake, but was grateful that he found you sound asleep against him

He put his hand in your hair and kissed your forehead before snuggling further into your grip and falling asleep once more

Even his parents love you

When he brought you to his home and introduced you to his father, mother, and 49 other step-mothers and all of their children, you figured all the noise would keep you awake all night

Normally, this was usual for you, but you were once again with Ling

When his father walked into your guest bedroom, he was surprised to see Ling next to you, three of your favorite plushies around you two as you sleep soundly in Ling's side. Ling looked up, motioned for his father to keep quiet, and waved hello

Let's say, even the King of Xing thought your tight grip on his son was cute

[luvlyrv]

Our Songs | Extra | Wendy x F!Reader SM!AU

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: So happy to say this series is completely finished now!! Enjoy!! I'm moving onto more projects and hopefully can wrap up some one shots I've been working on. This is a different style from what I usually do since it is an extra, warning that the post looks really long because it's in bulleted style lol

Date: 9/1/21

Series Masterlist

after your confession with wendy you were stuck with an enormous burst of energy

you were on cloud nine, a seemingly never-ending high

you decided not to text wendy the day right after

you didn't want her to think you regretted anything but you also didn't want to seem too clingy

also it didn't help that just thinking about her was enough to throw you into cardiac arrest

you didn't receive any notifications from wendy either

it was a bit disappointing, but you assumed she was also trying to take in the shock of it all

trying to take your mind off of wendy you spend an entire day running around your house

you pick up your instruments and have the jam of your life

emotional highs are very good for your creativity it seems

you decide to record some things and save some drafts

who knows if it'll be useful in the future?

you worked till you felt dead tired and like you couldn't have another thought in your brain

even after you spent an entire day trying to exert your nervous and elated energy you were still hesitating on texting wendy when you woke up

but you missed her so much already

so you send a text asking her how she feels

she says she feels okay, and then asks about you

'yeah, i'm okay too'

your conversation was rocky

things weren't going as smooth as before

and it was evident that it was because the both of you had no idea how to behave

you took a deep breath before texting her your question

'so, can i take you on that first date?'

you see a bubble showing that she was texting

and then it disappeared

before showing up again

and disappearing

and- ugh! your heart was racing waiting for her answer

i mean, she liked you back right? so why would she say no?

'yeah, of course! :)'

whew, okay, looked like you almost made a big deal out of nothing

little did you know wendy was freaking out

she was a bit embarrassed at herself, acting as if she was a high school kid in love or something

it took wayyy too much concentration for her to type out something sensible

but she was excited for you to finally ask

you were also excited for her to say yes

your first date is at the downtown center

there was a festival and you were hoping to enjoy all the effort the artisans put into their work with wendy

you're walking with her through the numerous stalls set up

as the both of you admire the beautiful crafts set on display your hand reaches for hers

you feel the pressure of her hand squeezing back and you look at her

she looks at you and giggles

you didn't even realize what you were doing

'oh, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to do that suddenly.' you freak out and let go of her hand

you're worried that she was laughing at you and that she didn't want to hold hands

'it's okay! i thought it was cute'

she reaches out for you and you don't let go this time

instead you enjoy how happy she seems to be sharing this moment with you

and out in public too

later on you both go to the square where there were musicians

the sun was beginning to set, allowing for beautiful lighting and you appreciated songs you've never listened to before

wendy tugs at your arm while still staring at the performers

'i hope we can perform up there someday. together.'

you smile at her as she still looks on

'i think we will.' you assure her

finally night hits and you both call it a day

you walk her to her car and stop her

you kiss her forehead

'so, will there be a second?' you ask with a smile

you feel like you already know the answer

'i think that sounds great.'

life with wendy in it became easy

you guys seldom fought

and even when you did at least one of you would make something for the other

dropping it off at the doorstep and leaving an apology note

and after enough time of cooling down you would always come back to each other, talking out your problems from before

you personally felt like your work improved as well

wendy had become your muse

you sought to create tracks that would impress her

or that would be worthy of having her voice in it

and you felt like it was easier to write lyrics

because every experience with wendy created new feelings

feelings that you could hardly describe sometimes

when you guys decided to finally start working on your second collaboration you busted out the drafts you created long ago

wendy was impressed after sitting down and listening to your drafts

'woah, how many hidden gems do you have on your computer?'

'well, these ones in particular i made on the same day. the day after i confessed to you.'

you're both flustered

because it's easy to tell the kind of state you were in by the songs

wendy takes your hand and kisses it gently as your music continued to play

'you must think of me pretty highly, if the thought of me compelled you to make something so incredible'

you heat up at her cheesiness

'oh stop it.'

the two of you end up choosing a refreshing feeling/sound for the album

'cause you recharge me every time i see you!' she says

when you guys are almost done producing the album, that was when you went on the dinner date with wendy

the one where you guys would finally confess to the world

after recording and uploading the announcement video the both of you decided to turn off your notifications and avoid reading people's reactions

instead you guys opted to spend the rest of the day baking and then watching a movie together

the both of you decided that it would be stressful to engage with your audience right away, and that's why it took a full day for you both to check your phones again

both seulgi and yeri already knew about your relationship but they both flooded you guys with congratulations anyways

they just wanted you to know they were proud of your bravery!

besides them, both of your families already knew and didn't comment much

they'd already stated how they think you're good for each other when you guys had visited together

especially your younger cousin

cause apparently she's a big fan of wendy and is definitely not using you as a way to get close to her idol

and is definitely not bragging about her how cousin is 'super super cool and famous and is dating another famous person and i think they'll be rich someday!!! so get on my nice side!'

you're happy to see that a lot of fans are happy for your relationship

wendy just keeps telling you 'of course they are, who wouldn't for a cute ass couple like us?'

it was at that point that you guys had decided to save up and move into a nice place together

you guys had talked about future plans before

not only that, but you had been practically living together already

between all the dates that lead to seemingly indefinite sleepovers

and the recent collaboration that made you guys be stuck together

it was really you guys living at each other's place weeks at a time

when you guys move in you're grateful

because you get to experience all the little things from her even more

some nights when you're stressed she rubs circles on your back to help you sleep

when you guys shower together she takes her time to carefully wash your hair

it was those deeply intimate moments that made you the happiest

both of your careers were doing really well due to the reception of your second collab and all the media fuss that happened with your dating annoucement

you both still have solo careers and interact with other musicians

but along with moving in, you guys decided to become a duo and consistently create music together

in the morning when you share breakfast you always remind her how good life is and how thankful you are

[visceraah]

The sound of music

(aka i’m so sorry for naming it after a musical it has nothing to do with dkjsdjksdjk names are hard)

My gift for @anianthe for @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Rating- Teen cause i’m incapable of not writing wayyy more swears then are necessary-

WC- 2947

Ship- Just Virgil interacting w the other sides,, feel free to interpret romantically if you want!

Warnings- not really any! Remus shows up briefly so.. beware of that. and ig Virgil is also kinda mean bUT he does it affectionately.

AO3

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“We’re having a movie night!”

Virgil blinked. Took off his his headphones which, unfortunately, hadn’t been playing anything- he wore them out of habit, sometimes- meaning he heard everything his stupid best friend just said.

“No, we aren’t.”

Roman flopped down on his bed without waiting for any indication it was okay, something Virgil was all too used to. “We are now.”

Virgil sighed heavily and pushed Roman with his foot, trying to roll him off the bed. He didn’t budge. “And if I don’t want to?”

“Pleaseeee?” Roman employed the puppy dog eyes and Virgil knew already this was a losing battle. Ugh.

“I get to pick the movie.”

Roman perked up immediately, coming to sit next to him. “Yes! Okay! Just- Disney?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, wondering if Roman was capable of consuming content made by anyone else. He was beginning to doubt it. “Nightmare Before Christmas, then.”

“Predictable.” Roman murmured smugly, and he elbowed him.

“You want this movie night or not?”

“Okay, okay! I yield!” Roman cried, clutching his ribs. Virgil was pretty sure he was more upset at the prospect of a cancelled movie night then the ‘pain’ he was overplaying right now.

“Okay.” Virgil agreed, smugly, and set the movie on.

He’d seen it a million times already, which for most people would only make it boring by now- but Virgil found comfort in familiar things. Plus, that animation! He could happily watch it a million more times- and, honestly, probably would.

That meant he had it memorised, though, and soon enough he was singing along to the introduction under his breath. He listened along contently, until an unfamiliar third voice joined the chorus, and he startled, looking to the side. “Roman?”

Roman stared back, raising an eyebrow at him. “... Hi.”

“Were you singing along?”

Romans eyes flicked between Virgil and the screen, where the movie was still playing, in confusion. “Yes, Dr Gloom? Look, I know what a downer you love to be, but these pipes can’t stay closed all the time! They need exercise- and, the world deserves- neigh, needs to hear them!”

Virgil huffed at the dramatics, although it was fond. “I never said it was a problem, Sir Sing-a-lot, I’m just surprised.”

“One, that’s not an insult and I’m absolutely using that,” Roman retorted, “And two… It’s Disney! One of their best! Do you really expect me to not know the words?”

Virgil snorted, but he had to admit, he couldn’t disagree with that. “Whatever, nerd.”

Roman gasped, somehow seeming more upset than when Virgil had elbowed him. Of course that’d be what got to him. “I am not! I’m a prince- a very princely prince! Not-”

“Whatever you say, prince of the nerds.” Virgil hummed out, smirking to himself. Maybe Roman bursting in out of nowhere wasn’t so bad… This time. He still hated surprises and would not be convinced to do this again. He said that every time

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Being Romans best friend, unfortunately, had its side effects. One was unplanned, unannounced Disney marathons he had no choice but to roll with. Another was actually listening to his musicals so often he learned to like them, too.

For all he said about Hamilton being overrated (and Romans reaction was priceless every time), he had to admit it was good. A little fast for him to keep with, but he rarely sang along to his songs anyway, preferring to hum quietly unless he was really in the mood.

He liked keeping his music to himself, too- he didn’t want to annoy anyone, so he always wore headphones- but sometimes he just wanted to drown the world out, and they went to full volume. Worked a treat to drown everyone out, but plenty audible to everyone else in the room. Sometimes, though, they’d just have to live with it.

Today was one of those days, where Virgil didn’t want to speak to anybody and had the volume to show it. He was playing one of Princeys musicals, too, humming along to ‘my shot’ no matter how different it was to his normal taste. He nodded in acknowledgement as he passed Logan on his beeline for the fridge, planning on grabbing the easiest and least healthy snack possible.

Retreating with his bag of marshmallows in hand- he was pretty sure they weren’t meant to be in the fridge, but they were imaginary, so maybe nothing needed to go in the fridge. Holy shit.

He pulled the headphones back, opening his mouth to ask Logan's opinion, when he heard a sound that made him freeze in his tracks.

Logan was rapping along to himself. And well. Jesus, how had he forgotten about that? He stared, still in disbelief, and Logan awkwardly trailed off when he noticed his gaze. “Ah, you could hear me.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask… Doesn’t matter. Holy shit, Lo, you’re amazing.”

Logan flushed slightly, looking down at the table. “I simply have an appreciation of the genre, and Hamilton has some particular, uhm- how would you say? ‘Bangers’.”

Virgil laughed, slipping into the seat opposite him and taking the headphones off completely. “Dude, I’ve spent enough time with Roman to know having an ‘appreciation’ doesn’t mean you can pull something off.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a smile. “I am not sure he’d appreciate you saying that.”

“Eh, I’ve said it to his face before- and will again.” Virgil dismissed, feeling his lips turn up as well. “Why don’t you do it more?”

Logan shrugged, adjusting his glasses awkwardly. “It is hardly a logical skill for me to have, so it simply… Hasn’t come up.”

“Ro doesn’t need an excuse for songs to ‘come up’ before he starts singing them.” Virgil pointed out, and Logan chuffed.

“No, he certainly doesn’t. But we are different people.”

Virgil laughed, nodding. “You could say that again.”

“Oh. Alright, we are differen-”

“It’s an expression, dude. Come on.” Virgil interrupted, sounding nothing but fond as Logan widened his eyes in realisation.

“A highly illogical one, but alright. I can add it to my flashcards to avoid further confusion.” He decided, pulling out his deck there and then to add to. He paused when he heard the crackling of a plastic bag pulled open, looking up as Virgil helped himself to a marshmallow. “Please do not tell me you intend on consuming that entire bag.”

“Maybe.” Virgil held it out, grinning now. “Want one?”

“A key ingredient is gelatin, created by boiling down a pig or cows bones, skin, ligaments or tendons.” Logan deadpanned, and Virgil almost threw the whole bag away in disgust before he remembered,

“But they’re imaginary!”

Logan titled his head. “I suppose so.”

“Actually, I was thinking…” Virgil began, curious about how the fridge actually worked. Soon enough Logan was in a full-fledged rant about mindscape food, and half of it went over his head, but he didn’t mind listening. It was interesting, after all.

-

Whatever concerns Virgil had about not bothering anyone with his music, the other sides didn’t share them. Roman didn’t hesitate to sing whatever came to mind as it came to mind, offering full renditions of his favourite musical tracks daily, Logan could be heard humming to himself as he worked, Remus had no restraint about… Anything, really, and this was no different, Janus wasn’t exactly considerate, and Patton- Patton was the worst at all.

He wandered the mindscape belting out whatever was in his head at the moment which, as a father figure, was always old, tacky, and bad. They’d learned to ignore it for the most part, but some of the songs he played… Some of them were just unforgivable. And, sitting on the couch as Patton tidied up a little, Virgil had left himself completely at their mercy.

“JOLENE-”

Virgil pulled his hoodie over his ears, wishing he’d brought his headphones. Or just not left his room. “Please, no.”

“Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeeeeeene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man-”

“Pain, Padre. This is causing me physical pain.” Virgil groaned, slamming his head back in an attempt to make it all stop. Unfortunately, the sofa was soft, and he just bounced back. Eurgh.

“Awh, cmon kiddo! I’m just singing. You could always join me.” Patton chirped, rearranging the same jar for the fourth time in three minutes.

“I might die.” Virgil deadpanned, staring Patton dead in the eyes, and he giggled.

“Don’t be silly… Come on, my music isn’t that bad!”

Virgil couldn’t quite believe his ears. Maybe they were still bleeding from being subjected to Dolly Parton. “You listen to dad music.”

“Well, yeah, but what else did you expect from your pops-”

Virgil groaned louder, shaking his head. “I- whatever. When’d you even start listening to country music?”

“Nico likes it!” Patton replied, brightly, and Virgil bristled.

“That’s it, Thomas has to break it off.”

It took Patton a second to recognize Virgil was joking, and he started laughing. “Don’t be so judgy! I listen to your music- in fact, I quite like being cautious in the disco.”

“Oh my god.” Virgil pulled his hood down further over his eyes, the secondhand embarrassment hitting him full force. “You’re so old.”

“Now, I know I’m no spring chicken, but that’s hardly a nice thing to say-”

“We are all the same age.” Logan interjected as he walked through the room, gone before Virgil could try and drag the only other sane one around him to his aid.

“Look, Patt- I love you, but Dolly is too far.” Jesus, Virgil was spending too much time with Roman. Dramatic ultimatums weren’t his style at all.

“... How about Country Roads?”

“Jesus Christ.” Virgil sunk further back into the sofa, hoping it’d just swallow him and his smile.

-

“I wanna play a song.”

“Get your own headphones.”

“But yours are so loud, they’re basically speakers! You ever turn them up to full volume while they’re on? How loud are they? Oooh, reckon they could rupture your eardrums so blood would bubble out your ears and trail down your face-”

“Stop.” Virgil interrupted with a grimace, before Remus’ imagination could go anywhere gorier. They’d been at this for ten minutes and his answer hadn’t wavered once. “It’s a no, alright? Just… Go away.”

Remus huffed loudly and dropped onto the sofa next to Virgil. Great. “What do you want?”

“Hmmm… Oh, I can do a list!” Remus declared, and before Virgil could tell him please, god, don’t, he was off. “A pony- to disembowel so I can use its guts for ritual purposes, that one dick in a Russian erotica museum they claim is Rasputins and has magical fertility powers, for Barry Bee Benson to be real so I can fu-”

“Alright!” Virgil shuddered and disconnected his headphones. He didn’t know what Remus wanted to do with a literal bee, and he liked it that way. “There.”

Remus grinned a grin with far too many teeth, just a little too sharp, and Virgil rolled his eyes, waiting for whatever monstrosity he was about to hear.

 There’s some whores in this house, there’s some-

“You did not just play WAP!” Virgil punched Remus in the arm, pulling his headphones off “You- I swear to God, don’t do the dance.”

Remus was already halfway stood up and Virgil quickly pulled him back down. He’d never wanted Remus to stay sat next to him more in his life. (To be fair, it wasn’t something he felt often.)

“But I already know it!”

“Of course you do.” Virgil grumbled, glancing over at Remus. “Why do you have to play… This, up here?”

“Jannie’s kicked me out, you know how he is.”

Virgil blinked at him, regretting what he was about to say before the words even left his mouth. “If I get him to back off, will you keep your music to the dark side?”

“That’s not fun, though! Ooh, wait, Logan likes rap, doesn’t he? Reckon he’d like to see the dance?”

Virgil stared at Remus blankly. “Please, say that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t! If you wanna hear one, though… Ooh, ok. Two kids walk into a hospice- ”

“No.” Virgil interrupted again, although even he had to snort a little at how ridiculous it was. Even if it was also deeply, deeply twisted. “I- look, I’m gonna do it.”

Remus tilted his head further then looked natural. Virgil was pretty sure he heard a crack. “Thought you hated me and Double Dee.”

“I- I’m just doing this for my sanity, alright? And Logans.��� Virgil snapped back, avoiding meeting his eyes.

Avoiding things didn’t work with Remus, though, and soon enough he was uncomfortably close, peering right at Virgil with that unsettling grin. “Awww, Purps is being nice to us.”

“Shut up.” Virgil hissed, sinking out before Remus could pry any further. Creativity was so pushy, Jesus.

-

Virgil shuddered. He hadn’t been in the dark side of the mindscape in years and, after so long of the bright upstairs, the dark walls felt a little claustrophobic. He just needed to make this quick.

He strode down the hallway, trying to squash the growing nervousness in his stomach. What was the worst that could happen?

… Literally the worst thing he could’ve asked himself, he realised, speeding up subconsciously. So much could go wrong, while he was down here, and he didn’t even know where Deceit was, what if he tripped and fell and broke something and nobody would-

Piano, faint, made him stop in his tracks.

He wasn’t really an expert in classical music, but this had to be one of the more famous pieces, because he’d definitely heard it before. It was good, though, Mozart or something. Pretty difficult, too.

Exactly the kind of pretentious shit Deceit would play, and kick Remus out to enjoy. (Although Virgil couldn’t really blame him for that second part). Emboldened now he knew he wasn’t alone, and could make some jokes about what a snob he was, Virgil entered the room the sound was coming from.

He paled, because in front of him sat Deceit. At a piano. Playing the song.

“Since when do you play.”

Deceit only glanced up at Virgil, the melody smooth even with the interruption. He hated to admit it, but it was impressive. “Things have been quiet. I had time.”

“Quiet? With Remus?”

“I made things quiet.” Deceit amended, shrugging nonchalantly. Knowing him, it had probably been meant to sound as murder-y as it did. Didn’t stop Virgil from shuddering, anyway, serving as the perfect reminder of just how desperately he wanted to leave.

“Alright, look- whatever plan or plot this is, or is covering up, I don’t care.”

Deceit sighed, looking up at Virgil without faltering the music once. Jesus, he actually was good. “You’re right, I’m incapable of having any interests whatsoever without there being some deep, sinister plot behind it. You’ve spotted my evil plan.”

“I- alright, sarcasm’s meant to be for something obviously not true! That could be true!” Virgil protested, already feeling like he was losing this.

Deceit just raised an eyebrow at him in response, and Virgil instinctively hissed back, feeling more and more like he was backed into a corner.

Deceit had the nerve to laugh at him. “It’s been a while since you’ve done that.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to talk to anyone so- so-” Virgil groaned, glaring at Deceit. “Stop playing that stupid thing, would you?”

“Alright.” Deceit agreed, and Virgil waited. He kept waiting. The piano continued and after an excruciating minute of listening for an end, he cursed. Why had Virgil assumed he’d be honest?

“Dick.”

“That is my legal name.” Deceit agreed dryly, and Virgil rolled his eyes. He was impossible to talk to.

“Look, just let Remus back down. He’s probably scarring Logan as we speak.”

Deceit smiled at the thought, looking back down at the keys as he played them. “I never said he couldn’t be down here. Oh, and I’m sure there’s /nothing/ about ‘scarring’ Logan that could’ve appealed to him.”

“What, so Remus lied?” Virgil crossed his arms. Remus was plenty of things, but one of them was painfully, brutally, upfront and honest. “That’s your thing.”

“Not lied.” Deceit tutted, like scolding a child for not knowing something they should have. Virgil clenched his fists. “Just… Was dramatic.”

Virgil tried to figure out what he meant before realising it meant literally nothing, and he glared at Deceit. “Stop being so cryptic for five seconds and tell me, Jesus.”

“I wasn’t aware you cared about him so much.” Deceit smirked, and Virgil threw his arms up in exasperation.

“I’m trying to get rid of him!”

Deceit snickered but finally, mercifully, seemed to have already had his fun. “I didn’t tell him to get out if he couldn’t just be quiet and not…” His smile faltered… “Dance on the piano.”

Yeah, that expression was priceless. Virgil laughed as Janus furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Just… Nevermind.” Virgil was pretty sure imagining that scene playing out was enough entertainment to last him weeks. And a reminder that honestly… Remus didn’t cause as much chaos as he gave him credit for. He was all bark… And plenty of bite, too, but nothing too permanent. “Keep playing, or whatever.”

“You aren’t going to demand I fetch the Duke?”

“He’s not a dog.” Virgil dismissed, resisting a smile at Deceit’s murmured ‘ehhhhh’. “He’ll come back when he wants to. And Logan can look after himself.”

“Amazing.” Deceit sighed heavily. “You wasted my time for nothing, then.”

Virgil could be proud of that, at the very least. He grinned in way of response, sending Deceit a nod before he sunk out.

[lunatens]

hickey prank

word count: 0.9k

genre: fluff ig? and some very very mild suggestive themes

pairing: boo seungkwan x gender neutral reader

requested by anonymous <3

a/n: aaaaaa i’m sorry I did my best ;-;

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look at him, what an angel, you think to yourself as you observe seungkwan’s sleeping form on the couch beside you. he looks so calm and peaceful, and you’re always happy when he’s able to get some rest. the evening you had spent together was relaxing; you’d ordered in food and played some board games before watching a movie (actually watching isn’t the right word, since you really spent most of it in a heated makeout session) and finally passing out on the couch. seungkwan snores lightly, and you giggle as an idea pops into your head when you see his still-swollen red lips. 

you slowly and gently wiggle yourself free from his grip; he pouts slightly at the loss of warmth and for a moment you’re afraid he’ll wake up, but he doesn’t stir any further. satisfied, you tiptoe to your bathroom to grab your makeup kit--just some brushes and eyeshadows should do the trick. this will be the hard part, you think to yourself, as you remember how ticklish seungkwan can be. you creep back to the couch, realizing this’ll be tricky in the room only dimly lit by the tv’s blue glow, but you’ll try your best--you have to get seungkwan back for that time he added wayyy too much hot sauce to your food last week. 

you promised seungkwan you’ll never leave any visible hickeys on him, for obvious reasons--your relationship is kept a secret from the outside world, so he can’t be going on any variety shows with splotchy red marks on his neck. he’s even hesitant to let you place love bites in less visible places, simply for the fact that he’d never live down his members’ teasing. of course you’d never break your promise, but...a fake hickey doesn’t count, right? you picture seungkwan’s reaction when he finds out and have to stop yourself from laughing out loud and waking him up. he’s filming something with the rest of seventeen tomorrow, so you already know he’ll be panicking upon seeing the “hickeys” on his neck and collarbones in plain sight. 

you get to work with your brushes, doing your best to blend the right colours gently enough seungkwan won’t wake up. honestly, it probably looks nothing like a hickey at all, but you figure it’s close enough seungkwan will fall for it at least for a little while--enough for you to get your laughs in. after you add some final touches, you quietly put everything away and climb back on the couch to nestle into seungkwan, taking care to not smudge the makeup. you eventually drift off to sleep, eager to see what the morning has to bring to poor unsuspecting seungkwan. 

you wake to the sound of seungkwan’s alarm going off in the early hours of the morning--it’s still dark outside, but he has to get up early to get ready for filming. your eyes are barely open before you feel soft lips on yours, and you relish the moment, too drowsy to remember the fake hickeys at first. it’s only when seungkwan drags himself out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom that you remember, and suddenly you’re wide awake. you bite back a giggle as you squint towards the brightly lit bathroom, where seungkwan turns to look in the mirror.

he groggily grabs his toothbrush and looks into the mirror with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. as he’s about to start brushing his teeth, however, he does a double take, then leans in closer to look at the marks across his neck collarbones. his face flushes a bright, embarrassed red, and he turns to look at you. you’ve got the blanket pulled up to your nose to cover the wide smile on your face. 

“aaaAAAAUGH!! y/n, i thought--i didn’t think you did anything like this last night??” he says in flustered confusion, looking at the mirror again to examine. it’s a funny sight, him half-dressed and hair sticking every which way looking in the mirror with panic. “what about our promise!!! y/n, you know i have to head to filming soon!! do you at least have makeup to-” he pauses mid sentence when he hears you stifling a laugh. he stares at you confused and frustrated for a moment, then seems to get an idea before turning back to the mirror. he rubs slightly at one of the hickeys, and his facial expression falls flat when it smudges. he turns to you, expressionless, and you can’t help but let out the laughs that had been threatening to escape. 

“i’m gonna kill you,” seungkwan says, but there’s no malice in his words. he comes back to tackle you in a mess of blankets, making you laugh even harder.

“y-you should’ve seen your f-face!!” you splutter out inbetween fits of giggles. seungkwan sighs and looks at you--he’s not really mad, and you catch a slight grin on his face.

“okay, i’ll admit it, you got me. for real though, i’m gonna need to borrow your makeup remover--help me get these off?” he asks.

“what’s in it for me?” you tease--of course you’ll help him, but you just wanna see how far you can push things. to your surprise, seungkwan leans in close, voice low as he says “maybe tonight i’ll let you give me one for real,” and you’re on your feet in a heartbeat.

[risenfrommyimagination]

Hey, I saw your prompt list! Can you do “Can you just come over?” + “You love me, right?” + “Can you just hold me?” for MCU Peter Parker?

So I got wayyy to exited about this, hope you like it. It’s fluff and angst. If you want to send me more, here is my prompt list ♥And if you like it, feel free to share it.

The flat is almost hauntingly quiet as you try to close the door as quiet as possible, its creaking adding this really gloomy and eerie touch to the whole situation. On your tiptoes, to not wake up any one of your other three flatmates, you sneak up to your room, a soft giggling coming out from behind one of the closed doors. Probably Maya with her girlfriend, trying to be quiet while getting into other activities than just watching their favourite show. Not that you had any problem with it, sleeping with noise around you is one thing you got pretty used to in your early years already. And since you moved from your family to this shared flat with three other people, noise is and will stay a factor you won’t be able to get away from. 

You get in your room, closing the door behind you and kicking off your sneakers from your hurting feet. They feel like you walked around all day, although you just had a longer stroll with your best friends through the neighbourhood, catching up, getting some food and some drinks after spending the last three days almost glued to your desk here or in the library. Trying to ignore your phone, better said trying not to send out SOS messages to your boyfriend, crying about you didn’t want to learn anymore. And getting back the same ones from him.

A smile hushes over your lips, fading as your eyes marvel over the unmade, empty bed. After those last three exhausting days, better said this week, you wished he was here. Just waiting for you, after he snuck in through your window, his suit hanging over your, with clothes loaded, chair, and him snuggled up in the blankets, smiling at you tiredly.

Although you both had your daily short catch-up between classes, your job at the café down the street and his duties in the night, you missed Peter.

His soft and still on your lips tingling kisses, whenever it had to be quick, the longer ones, making your heart flutter and his hands wander around your butt, squeezing it, longing for more. And the after-sex kisses, sweaty, with trembling breath, some words mumbled between them, fingers wandering over your naked skin, grazing it. And all the other ones, too.

Exams this term hit both of you hard. Peter with all of his science and lab work, not even being able to get out of the lab to get some proper lunch or dinner, sometimes then crashing at your place, eating your leftovers and falling asleep the second his head touched one of your pillows. But sometimes still awake, happy to leave college and all the assignments behind and just spend time with you, watching movies, going out in some bar, sometimes club, the park or just wandering around the city. 

Somehow, although it is harder this term than the last ones, you manage it.

It would be a lie saying, that none of you struggled leaving high school and starting college two years ago, leaving old structures behind and falling into this big black hole of basically doing everything you have to on your own. You deciding to move out from your dad’s, moving in with three new people, trying to find your place at the university, between all those people who seem so much more intelligent and creative than you are.

Without any of your former high school friends, even MJ moved away to LA to go to college there and although your best friend is studying at the same university as you, you just felt lost. 

Absentmindedly, you unbutton your jeans, getting out of them and also your shirt, walking over to your bed and grabbing your sleeping shirt, yes a stolen shirt from Peter. You should go to sleep, you had to work tomorrow afternoon and you planned a learning session before, just to get stuff done. And to just feel better about the upcoming exams. You grab your phone, unlocking it to write your best friend that you came home safe. A ritual you were keeping with her since the days you first went out. 

I’m home, sleep well. 

She wrote you first, a few minutes ago. You send back a Same, sleep well when another message pops up on your screen.

Are you still awake?

Peter. Your eyes glance at the clock on your phone. It’s almost half past two in the morning, not the most unusual time for him to be awake, especially on duty day like today. Yeah, I am, why?

Just wanted to know if you’re safe :)

A smile hushes over your lips, warming your heart. No matter where Peter was – on duty, already in bed or also out with Ned and his college friends – he took a minute to check-up on you when he knew you were out. Same as you checking in on him during his duties, but reminding him to not text while swinging. The amount of times he hit against a lamppost or a tree are not countable anymore and although you both laugh about it, it’s just a matter of time until he hits a building or something else more dangerous than a tree. 

No…actually…

Another message from him appearing on your screen and your smile fades a little bit, same as the warm feeling in your gut.  Can you…just come over?

The rest of this warmth in your gut disappears, leaving you with this almost sick, weird feeling in your stomach. Something is very off and you don’t like it. This is not a normal I miss you, can you come over, I need you message. 

You know I need to put on my pants again for that?

I’ll take them off for you, but can you please?

You bite your lip, trying to fight back the angst, drilling thoughts in your head that make you think something bad will happen when you arrive at his place in ten minutes. ‘As if he breaks up with you in the middle of the night.’ 

Be there in 10 

Jumping up from your bed, you reach for your comfy sports leggings, putting them on, throwing on a thicker hoodie and your jacket, your just threw on your bed. Then you grab your bag, throw in your phone charger and your keys and head out. 

 You know the way from your flat to the small apartment Peter shares with Ned by heart, probably also with your eyes closed if you had to. Passing the little corner shop that always smells like cigarettes and old frying oil then turning into the street left, past the apartments and building, the currently closed flower shop, where Peter bought this little cactus for you when you moved into your apartment. “Think this has a good chance to survive at your place.” He said to you back then, kissing you on your cheek. “And if you miss me, you can kiss him and complain about him pricking you with his pricks same as I do with my beard stubbles.” You rolled your eyes at him, then pecking a soft kiss on his lips, him giggling. The cactus is still surviving. 

Passing the park, Peter and you sometimes spend hours in, just lying on a blanket, reading books, studying, sneaking kisses from time to time before dozing off a little, you turn right, into a narrower street, your steps echoing between the high buildings. It’s a little gloomy here, your steps fastening just merely, your heart becoming a little lighter as you step out of the street, on a bigger, more lightened one. 

Another left turn, passing the small supermarket, a bookshop and one of Peter’s and your favourite cafés, which is currently under refurbishment, which leads to him and Ned hanging out at the café you are working in, trying to study there. Which more or less leads to Peter trying to be sneaky, flirting with you over the edge of his books with this sparkle in his eyes, calling you over to their table, of course just to order something. And to sneak some soft kisses, maybe more when Ned isn’t there and your boss isn’t watching. 

You cross the empty street, walking towards the house with the grey brick façade and the black door, jumping up the three stairs, your finger hovering already the bell with the small sign, written Leeds/Parker in Ned’s small and neat handwriting on it. The opener is humming even before you can press the bell and a soft, happy tingle in your stomach.

Peter sensed you.

Without turning on the lights in the staircase – you know they aren’t working for weeks now – you get up the first flight of stairs, passing two doors. It smells like curry and cake, a really weird combination. Another flight of stairs and you can already see the soft gleam of light, an open door and a very familiar silhouette standing in it. 

Three, two, one step and you stand in front of him, your breath merely hitching, face feeling flushed by the cold air outside. “Hey.” Short breathed, you tug a strand of hair back, glancing at Peter standing there, just wearing boxer shorts and one of his old high school sweatshirts. “Hey.” You step a little closer, fingers grasping for his hands, he flinches back a little and first now you see the bruises and bloody scrapes on them. Covering his knuckles, his arms, one on his face.

“Peter, what…” Your eyes flinch to your boyfriend, standing there with his shoulders down, red-rimmed brown eyes, his bottom lip lightly trembling. “Hey…what…” Without letting you even finish your question, Peter steps to you, scooping you in his arms, pressing you so tightly against his chest.

Your head finds its familiar position in the crook of his neck, his lips pressing against yours, shivering breath ghosting over your skin. 

“I’m so glad you’re here.” A soft whisper, followed by a little sobbing tone, hands tugging your jacket, pulling you closer, you feel his breath staggering. “Bubs.” Gently, you lean back, your hair running through the dishevelled mess of what he calls hair, lifting his head carefully. “What’s up?”

“I…” His eyes glimmer in tears, he bites his bottom lip, shaking his head and it breaks your heart seeing him like this. “You love me, right?” The sobbing tone in his voice rips your heart apart a second time, making you cup his face with your right hand. “How could I not?”

A short, fading smile hushing over his lips, then Peter just pulls you back to him, tighter, his head nuzzling in the crook of your neck, breath ghosting over your skin, making it tingle. Gently, you press your lips against his skin on his neck, taking in his presence, the scent of his sweatshirt, smelling like his favourite aftershave. A soft shudder runs through his body, making him grip you even tighter and you lift your head from his shoulder. Your heart is tearing again at his look, eyes glistening with tears, the scratches on his face still looking fresh.

 “Wanna talk?” Your voice is trembling like his lips, but he shakes his head softly, leaning it against yours, a tear running down his cheek. He is absolutely not ok.  “He.” Pain is aching in your heart as you cup his face in both hands, fingers running through his hair, trying to find something that could help him. “Hot shower?”

For a second, Peter just looks at you, with this despair in his eyes, then he nods slowly. 

 “Ok.” A smile hushes, trembles over your lips as you brush away some curls. “And then I’ll take care of your wounds ok?”

 Another nod, a short sparkle in his eyes and you lean to him, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “Ok, come on, let’s get you in the bathroom.”

 Slowly, you turn left, opening the door to the bathroom, leading Tom in, your right hand on the small of his back. He looks so lost in his own bathroom, which is surprisingly not a whole mess right now. Just a few utensil scattered on the board under the mirror over the sink, the plant you gave them a few weeks ago is still alive and standing on the small windowsill.

“Ok.” You step back a little. “Do you need anything?”Peter shakes his head, biting his lip, his eyes searching for yours. “Can you…stay?”

“Here?” Another nod, he turns to you. “I…please?” The glance in his eyes so full of despair and you nod. “Just…let me get out of my clothes and then I am here ok?”“Ok.” A soft smile on his lips, the first one since you are here. “Ok.” You take a last glance on him before you step out of the door. “Be right back, promise.” 

 Leaving the bathroom door slightly open, you tiptoe over the hallway, trying to avoid the creaking wooden boards, to not wake up Ned. The small lamp on his night stand, which he built in his building class during the last year of high school, is lighting up his small room in this soft, golden light, making you feel home immediately. It’s smaller than his bedroom at May’s, but since she moved in with Happy and Peter wanted to be closer to university, he arranged himself pretty good with that. You place your bag on the overcrowded desk, stacked with books, loose notes and papers and pencils, taking off your shoes and kicking them under the table.

His Spiderman suit is lying on the floor and you pick it up, just to hang it over his chair, your jacket over it. Your eyes fall on the unmade bed, the open physics book in it, and his phone next to it. When Peter moved out of his room at May’s place, the first thing he got was a bigger bed. “So we have a little more space if you sleep over”, he said you to back then with this smile on his face. It’s needless to say, that you both are so used to sleeping basically on each other, that most of the space is unused during night. 

 You get out of your leggings and your hoodie, now just wearing a simple t-shirt and panties. As quiet as you got in, you leave his room, tiptoeing over to the bathroom. Peter is already in the shower, the noise of water filling up the small space and you lean against the wall, your eyes glued to the silhouette behind the steamed up glasses of the shower. None of you is saying anything, but your head is full. Something happened and whatever it is, you wonder why he doesn’t want to talk about it.

Usually, Peter is not the quiet person, not with you, not with things that burdened him. Communication has never been a problem in your almost three and a half years of relationship and also not before, when you were just friends. A smile curls at your lips, remembering how this all started. With your friends trying to set you up, both of you laughing at it, then just going out casually, ending it with a kiss on your doorstep. Followed by several more dates and you realizing that you’ve been fallen for him a long time ago. Dating turning into a relationship, your parents and May so overly excited for you, same as your friends. Through the last year of high school, staying up all night, you helping him with English literature, Peter trying to explain simple biology to you, ending up kissing, slipping under covers, trying to keep the noise down. 

 The noise stops, drawing you back in the small bathroom with Peter getting out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips. For a second, of course longer, your eyes stick to his wet chest, the perfectly sculpted muscles, his soft skin and the bruises and fresh scratches on it. Peter catches your glace, his lips curling a little, sending this warm shiver down your spine. Drops of water running from his hair, down his neck, over this tiny scar, where Happy patched him up years ago. He drops the towel and you can’t help yourself but glance at his butt for a second. The one you love to smack from time to time, just casually when walking by, distracting him from the task he was doing at this point.

Sometimes leading to him pressing you against a wall, table, counter, lips planting kisses on your soft spot, leaving tiny marks on your neck. Peter pulls up his chequered boxers, turning around, and eyes searching for yours as if he was looking for your advice specifically. 

“Done?” You step a little closer, picking up his sweatshirt and he nods slowly, biting his bottom lip. “Ok.” Carefully, you take his hand, opening the bathroom door. “Let’s get you patched up ok?”

Peter follows you like a stray puppy, his hand holding yours tightly, as you pull him in his room, then letting go of him. “Sit down, I’ll get the box.” You turn to his desk, better said the shelf system next to it, your eyes wandering over the lightly dusted books, the small model of the death star, looking for a tiny, red metal box you once found at the flea market and just thought of a Spiderkit for him. So the idea sparked and Peter stores it in his room since the day you gave him this box filled with iodine, dressings and bandages, plasters and a tiny scissor to cut them.

“Think it’s next to the old yearbooks, upper shelf”, Peter says from behind and your eyes wander up. He is right, there it is. Crammed, functioning as a holder, there is the red metal box. You reach for it, turning around to Peter, who is already sitting on his unmade bed, looking like a limp dishrag. 

“Ok, so…” Sitting down next to him, you open the box, some loose bandages spilling out of it. “Let’s fix you hm?” Your eyes wander over his body. “Where does it hurt most?”

“Back.” Peter slides around a little, showing his back with a few bigger scratches on it, slowly becoming darker bruises around it. “Ok.” You take out a cotton pad and the iodine, spilling some of it on the pad. “Can hurt a little ok?” He nods and you carefully press the pad on the first scratch, he winces a little, soft whimper.

“Sorry.” You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss on his skin, moving the pad to the other scratch, feeling him wince again under your muscles. “They don’t look that bad.” Cleaning the last scratch with iodine, you try to calm him down, maybe making him speak about what happened. But he stays quiet.

“Ok.” You lick your lips. “Hands?”

Peter turns back to you, both of his hands resting on his thighs and you scoot closer, your knee bumping against his. His hands look worse than the scratches on his back. You grab a new cotton pad, soaking it on iodine.

“This might hurt more ok?” Peter bites his lip, nodding and you take his hand, carefully, so gently padding the cotton pad on his bruised, slightly avulsed skin. “Fuck…ouch…” Whimper coaxes over his lips, making you stop immediately and look at him. “What happened?” The words are lying on the tip of your tongue, not able to be spoken out.

Those scratches are worse than his usual ones, they look far more brutal and reminding you of the bruises he got after the whole London and Mysterio incident. “Can I…finish it?” You look at your boyfriend and he nods, biting his lip again. Carefully, but quickly, you disinfect the rest of his hand, your fingers gently brushing over his palm, trying to calm him down, make him feel better.

“Think we need to wrap this one.” You catch Peter nodding again, leaning to the box and grabbing a still wrapped bandage from it. “Ok.” Unrolling it, you put his hand on your thigh, his fingers almost immediately starting to draw tiny circles on your skin, sending a warm shiver down your spine. “Ok so…” You put the first layer of bandage around his hand. “Can you…” His thumb presses on it, holding it in place.

“Thanks.” You wrap the bandage around another time, a third, and then a fourth time. “Think this should be it.” Grabbing the scissors, you trim the bandage, tugging the end in. For a moment, you both just sit there, his fingers lightly playing with yours, his eyes still glistening. 

 “Right hand?” Peter nods, reaching you his other hand, which does not look as bad as his left one. You throw the cotton pad to the other used one, getting a new one and putting on some iodine again. 

“It was a mess.” He winces as you press the cotton pad on his knuckles. His voice scratchy, shivering, hurting your heart. “I was a mess…I failed.“ Putting the cotton pad down, you look at him, at the glistening in his eyes, his rosy lips open, trembling.

“You’re not a mess.” You shake your head, but he does, too. “This fight was just…” He pauses, gulps. “I thought I could like do something, but…” Again a pause, his fingers curling in your hand, grasping yours. “I just wanted to go on duty, look around the neighbourhood and…” His bottom lip starts trembling, tears welling in his brown eyes.

 “Peter, hey…” You drop his hand, leaning to him to cup his cheek, but he backs up, looking at you with big, wide eyes. “I just….” Curls are falling into his face as he lowers his head. “I was at this park and there was this robbery and it all went well and then…” His brown eyes meet yours, releasing a soft tingle in your stomach. “I didn’t concentrate for one second, because my right web-shooter wasn’t working and then…they got me and…”

The tip of his tongue skimming over his lips, he shakes his head. “I just was so distracted because of exams and I just…” There is a crack in his voice, breaking your heart.

“I’m here ok?” You slide a little closer. “Should…I finish patching you up?” A short nod and you lean to him, clearing your throat, pressing the pad gently on the scratch right on his cheek, noticing him flinch a little. “Don’t move ok?” His eyes glance at you, giving you a silent yes as you clean him around the scratch.

“I’m a bad Spiderman.” A soft whisper over his lips, hurting, and you stop, looking at him, your fingertips hovering over his cheek. “You’re not…” The words get stuck in your throat at his sight, the tears, the overall mess he is right now. “And you are here and…” The brown in his eyes is glistening so full of tears, he leans to you, forehead against forehead, making your heart race.

“Can you…just hold me?” Another crack in his voice, tearing your heart again. “I mean if you are…done I mean…”

You nod almost imperceptible, him, you pulling the other one on the bed, bodies falling in the sheets. Peter curling up to you, his warm body snuggling against your, legs and arms intertwining, moulding against each other. His fingers gripping your shirt, head nuzzling on your chest, you pulling him closer. You can feel his heartbeat slowly aligning with yours, feeling this soft, happy warmth in your body. His senses aligning with yours is probably the only thing coming close to say I love you without even saying it. Carefully, you let your fingers run up his spine, tangling through his, still a little bit wet, curls, a soft sigh against your neck.

“I am so happy you’re here.” Silent whisper, scratchy voice and a smile curls at your lips. “Who else should patch you up either? Star Wars band aids from CVS ain’t it.” 

 Peter chuckles lightly, his fingers wandering over your back, under the hem of your shirt. “But they look cool.” 

You arch your eyebrow. “Didn’t know you want to look cool now, Parker.” Your boyfriend mutters something against your neck, pressing a soft kiss on it, sending a tickle down your spine.  

“No, really.” Peter props himself up a little, hovering over you, muscles flexing and you cannot help but stare at his arms for a second. “Eh don’t stare at me.”

“Then don’t walk around basically naked.” You pinch his biceps. “This is very rude.” “Rude huh?” He arches an eyebrow, an almost devious smirk in his eyes and you chuckle. “Oh I see you are back in the game.”“No game.” A soft head shake, his forehead falls against yours, curls tickling over your skin, nose tips nudging against each other. “Just wanted to be cute ok?” His lips are trembling over yours, so in need to be kissed and you groan. “This is not cute right now.”“Oh sorry.” A soft peck on them, blushing your heart. “Better?”“Maybe.�� Cupping his face, you pull your boyfriend closer, lips merging together, sending this happiness through your body, washing away the rest of this sick, nauseous feeling in your body. Your lips part, leaving some space to breathe, collecting your heartbeat. 

“You’re not a bad Spiderman.” Your fingers grace over his jawline. “You just had a bad day.”A soft smile curling at his lips, eyes still glistening a little. “Got better thirty minutes ago.”Your left eyebrow arches. “You already redeemed your being cheesy pass this week, you remember that, right?” Not that this is a real thing, just a joke between both of you. 

“It’s not cheesy, it’s true.” Pouting a little bit, Peter sinks down next to you, his body still snuggled to yours, the pout on his lips turning into a softer, gentle smile. “Are you staying?”“Overnight or here with you?”“Both.” His thumb brushes over your cheek. “Haven’t gotten the chance yet to take off your clothes as promised.”“I planned on staying even before, so…yes.”

“Good.” Peter pulls you closer, planting a little kiss on your forehead. “Wouldn’t have let you go either.” 

[an-aroace-wisp]

“I love younger me, she was so naive and endearingly idiotic but genuine and tried her best. She was also on occasion, really fucking funny.

Looking back, there were signs I was aroace wayyy back to before I was 6 years old. So basically my whole life, and if I had the terminology before I would've been identifying as aroace for a whole lot longer than I already have.

A common aspect of experience is feeling broken, because you don't experience attraction in a way that society mandates. Sometimes this can spike impostor syndrome in me, because this wasn't the case for me. I never felt broken. I just felt unique. Hopefully, this can spark hope in other people having more positive awakening stories too.

As a kid, I would always hide my eyes whenever something romantic happened in front of me - on TV and even my parents - and never really liked being kissed. This is pretty standard when you're 7 years old, I think, but the thing is it never changed. One of my most distinct memories in Grade 1 was when I was playing in the playground with my best friend. My friend J, had a crush on another one of my classmates (T). That lunch she'd been talking about how much she "loved" him in the way that 7 year olds do, and how she wanted to date him but she didn't like how close this other girl was to him. I distinctly remember saying: "I'm never going to get a crush! dating is too complicated!" and like promising myself that I'd never crush.

As expected, for the next 7 years, I never did get a crush. I was confused, because there were lots of pretty people around, and I also had several squishes, but never felt about them the way everyone else seemed to. I genuinely thought I was just stellar at keeping promises to myself, or that I'd blocked off my heart to it. I remember the first time I truly pinpointed that I never got crushes. I was walking home from the beach at the seaside when I was like 9 years old. Of course, I was told that it probably wasn't healthy, but like the stubborn child I was I shook it off because, I was happy, and it didn't seem to be doing harm. I rejected so many boys and every time I explained to them that I couldn't return their feelings, I'd made a promise to myself when I was 7 and it just stuck.

You see what I mean about little me being an endearing and naive idiot. But it was the only thing that made sense to me, and so I stuck with it.

I spent 7 years since grade 1 never picking up when someone crushed on me, or anyone else crushing on other people. When I was 14, I only found out that my friends were dating when they came out and told me "We're pan and we're dating" which was such a blindsight. I did not see either coming in the SLIGHTEST because attraction and romance have always been like my last priority. I still HATE watching sex scenes, I get uncomfortable when watching people kiss either irl or in movies (though I do love romance as a subplot in novels, I prefer slow-burn bc they tend to have a solid platonic base first. I would kill for more stories with QPRs). In high school, I only found out my close friends dated AFTER they broke up. This was a regular occurrence.

But it never bothered me, and I never felt broken. I was different to everyone else, but it wasn't the only reason I was different. I was the homeschooled kid, the kid with weirdly loving parents who were spiritual and jack of all trades. Later I was the weird smart girl from a different country, the girl who wasn't popular but was liked by everyone, who had weird hobbies and unique outlooks on life. And I had a really good friendship circle because I embraced those changes.

I remember in… grade 9?. I was talking to someone I had a mutual friend with about dating and attraction and stuff, and he mentioned he may be ace (years later I think he was probably more aro, but neither of us had the terminology back then, and I've since lost contact) and explained what it meant for me. I was like "waiiit a second. That sounds like me!" And so I googled it further and spent several months where I got used to the idea, but something else felt off. Because I didn't relate to the experiences I saw. I must've been something else? But ace fit, so I stuck with it, until I discovered aromanticism by accident. From there, and it took about a year to properly become comfortable in the identity, I IDed as aroace, looking into micro labels to find something more. Nowadays I'm happy with just the aroace label, out and proud to anyone and everyone, and I've even helped some of my friends figure out they're aspec too! :D”

[calocera]

SPOILERS FOR CATS 2019, here’s my hot takes and opinions

be warned, THIS IS LOOOONG

First off my overall opinion, i LITERALLY cannot say whether it was good or bad, like lots of critics say it just...is beyond that. It’s VERY fun and that’s all I can bring myself to say, I have LOTS of problems with it but I can’t even say that they make the movie bad. It is definitely worth watching

OPINIONS ON CHARACTERS:

Victoria: she’s good! I appreciate that they kinda left her personality blank other than her innocence since that’s pretty much how she always was, still not super thrilled with her as a main character but franchesca did the best she could

Munkustrap: I loved him! he was more of a main character than I would have expected, but they STILL cut all the charm from his lines... why do I love him then? Robbie fairchild did AMAZING background acting, whenever he was in frame he was always doing something SUPER munkustrap-y and making cute dad faces. he was dealt bad lines but he worked around it best he could. Also his legs were normal so...epic fail

Mistoffelees: 😒😒😒😒😒🤢🤢🤮 disappointed but not at all surprised...he was just a Woobie, a softboy uwu nice guy. I felt like I was seeing fanon 2013 loki in cat form. THEY MADE HIS SONG A SADBOY PITY PARTY SONG...WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THE 11 O’CLOCK NUMBER SLOW AND SAD???? Where is the smug little shit who’s vague and aloof yet confident and joyous? He was murdered by his evil homophobic shadow clone. I’m not even gunna indulge the fact that him and Victoria were a thing, I’ll go over that later. He also just constantly looked like the crying cat meme his eyes were so red and watery it was horrifying, yet somehow he wasn’t the worst character , that leads us too.....

tugger: what.the.fuck.did.you.do.to.this.boy. HE GOT THE TREATMENT I EXPECTED FOR MUNKUSTRAP! HE WAS DEMOTED TO BACKGROUND CHARACTER! not only did he not sing mr. mistoffelees, he literally did nothing other than his song, he never interacted with ANY characters besides jenny in 1 scene. I know cats has no set main characters but he’s undoubtedly one of the most important characters and he’s like...the least important named character in the movie. ALSO Jason Derulo was not sexy at all. There was NO hip thrusting NO sexy meowing NO glamrock, he was just an asshole and if I hadn’t already seen the original I would have either completely forgotten about his character or though he was the worst character. I’m so fucking angy I cannot express.

Girzzabella: ngl I expected better. Her acting was great but with the horrible effects I couldnt get invested but I’ll touch on the effects later. Her singing was good, but I expected it to carry the movie and it wasn’t at all the best song in the movie, I’d say she’s about as good as I expected she’d be but the movie itself was more enjoyable than I expected so she was less significant

Old d: she was fine, she LOOKED the part definitely, she didn’t have as large a presence as ken page but I wouldnt expect that of her. Her singing wasn’t the greatest though, her voice is fine by it’s just NOT suited to old d’s songs. I would have preferred she play a female gus bc her voice is very sweet and frail, not at all built for belting like her songs required.

Macavity: he’s just...eh. He’s basically a comic relief villain which sucks. He does practically nothing besides kidnap people, say a cheesy line, and act like a caricature of a 90s cartoon villain (and not one of the fun ones) like theres a scene where he poofs away and when he does it he goes, MACAvityyyyyyy and fades away its so unintentionally funny but it just makes him so lame as a villain. not to mention he doesnt even die at the end or get any satisfying conclusion he just gets stuck on top of a statue and his powers suddenly stop working (for some reason??)

Bombalurina: fuck that, I am simultaneously glad she only was in the macavity number bc fuck off Taylor Swift but also disappointed bc she deserved so much better.

Bustopher: 😟 never in my darkest nightmares did I think I’d see bustopher Jones deepthroat multiple crayfish but here we are. Somehow THIS was the most sexual song, I cannot begin to name the fetishes checked off by this performance bc itd hit word limit. Let me just say that I said multiple times out loud, “damn bustopher kinda a freak with it 😏😏” like I CANNOT stress how weirdly sexual it gets. And ofc its all otherwise just haha funney fat guy eat food and burp and fall down. He also breaks the fourth wall a few times which like, fuck you

Jenny: exactly what was shown in the trailer. Unfunny fat jokes and slapstick humor. Also they focused WAY too many shots on her cat pussy and I wish I was making that up. Also of note is that the cgi on the rats and cockroaches are drastically worse than the rest of the movie, like not just bad designs the effects are BAD. also they translated they whole gumbie cat fur-shedding as her wearing fake skin over her outfit which would be fine but UHH the fake fur is skin tight??? so it literally looks like shes ripping off her skin and she does it multiple times its fucking terrifying

Mungojerrie and rumpelteazer: meh, they are fine as characters, not quite as energetic as I would have liked but they didn’t massively fuck anything up? The song was horrible, they went against the beat for...some reason? Like it’s a song with a very distinct rhythm and they split up the lyrics so weirdly. I liked that they followed through with the lore of them working for macavity

Skimbleshanks: YES YESSSSSSSSSS HOLY FUCKING SHIT 💗💕💖💞💜😳😳😳😳😳😳😳💜💛🧡💚💖❤️💗 i absolutely CANNOT express how good skimbleshanks made me feel. He looks like a leather daddy with his chains and suspenders and hat and stache, I hate that I’m saying this but uh...mr skimbleshanks sir😳 we were actually screaming it was so fucking good. Watching this movie was worth it just for skimble. Unironically. I’m listening to the song as we speak. It was kinda weird that they moved the tap dancing to this song but that’s more of a detractor from Jennie’s and a plus side to skimbles since it’s good tap

Gus: good! Ian did a good job of course, no one doubted that he would.

Growltiger and griddlebone: not racist but still absolutely horrifying. One of the worst parts of the movie, I actually got squeamish looking at griddlebone a few times that’s how bad she looks

Everyone else: not that good. I couldn’t tell who was who, all their personalities were annoying, I’m on imdb as we speak trying to figure out who even was supposed to be who. Demeter is completely butchered and jemima just isn’t there, doesn’t sing her part, it all sucked man.

Tech talk:

CGI: okay so here’s the thing, the effects are good. GREAT even, the issue is how fucking horrible the designs are. The lack of cat nose, mouth, and hairy cheeks makes them all look disgusting. Also the feet. Holy fuck why do they have feet. THERES A FUCKING SCENE WHERE TUGGER GRABS VICTORIAS FOOT AND SNIFFS IT. IT LASTS LIKE 5 SECONDS. Old Deuteronomy, Gus, and Cassandra (bc she was already bald) are the only characters I’d say look anywhere close to decent, grizabella looks okay in profile but head on it’s all horrible again. its really such a shame bc the sets are gorgeous! i really hope this movie gets some form of recognition for its sets.

the editing and directing was DOGSHITTTTTTT there are SO many scenes where characters just teleport or parts where people are singing and no ones mouths are moving its really distracting

Other things:

it’s OBVIOUS that the critics calling this movie horny have never seen the original. I’d definitely say the movie is LESS HORNY than the play. It IS however waaaaaaay more uncomfortable with its hornieness, so I’d say in that regard YES, the horny stuff is much more gratuitous and off putting despite there being an overall smaller amount than the play. ie everything bustopher jones does

They changed a BUNCH of lyrics for some reason?? Like they cut verses which I understand but there are like a handful of lyrics in almost every song they just...change. like...okay? All changing lyrics is gunna do is make people who knew the songs frustrated when they can’t sing along

the dancing was incredible! shame the cg just fucking invalidates all of it bc your mind doesnt register it as real people doing real moves

OKAY THE FUCKING CATNIP SCENE so when taylor swift showers everyone in catnip they all just fucking start moaning and go FULL HORNY its TOO MUCH like misto full on does an o face like eyes rolled back mouth open  and munkustrap is like ass up panting i still havent processed it im fucking terrified to encounter it again. they cut the orgy? yet added THIS??? k

WHY did they take 2 of the most iconic characters who FREQUENTLY interact and just

a. Never even have them make eye contact

b. Make 1 a background character

c. Completely change the personality of the other one

On the topic of Victoria/misto: I am just still at a loss as to why they thought it’d be a good idea? They completely removed Plato and for what? This? Pathetic. It’s worth noting the weirdly munkustrap has WAYYY more chemistry with both Victoria AND mistoffelees then they did with each other (there’s a part where it looks like misto and munk are about to kiss for some reason?? munk ALSO gets all touchy feely with skimbleshanks???) anyways munkustrap king moments

tldr; its worth watching, the best parts were the sets, the dancing, skimbleshanks, and munkustrp fucking CARRIES the weight of the world with his face acting. the worst things were a big fat tie between bustopher, tugger,misto,jenny,growltiger and griddlebone, and the godawful design choices

[embcrry]

ok thisss took wayyy longer than i’d expected . like it’s fucking midnight ? like guys im such a mess omfg . anywaysss * tana mongeau vc “ welcome to my trash bin daught or welcome back to my trash bin daughter ... what ? was ? that ? idfk . if you wanna plot with my overly tired ass give this post a like and i’ll love you down i promise !! also i apologize for how long this intro is going to be in advance !

new york’s very own  𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄 " 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 " 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 was spotted on broadway street in 𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘕 𝘌𝘓𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘛𝘚  . your resemblance to barbara palvin is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃  birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being guarded , but also dependable  . i guess being a 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be  𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯 + 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴  .  &  ( female & she/her  )  +  ( faith , 21 , she/her , est . )

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

FULL NAME : emilie sierra berry . NICKNAME : emma , em , emma bear ( by her little sister ) . BIRTH DATE : march 1st , 1998 . AGE : 22 . GENDER : female ( cis ) . PRONOUNS : she + her . ORIENTATION :  pansexual ( attractions are equal ) , panromantic ( leans more toward women ) . BIRTH PLACE : brisbane , australia ( see home here ) . the family still owns this house but don’t use it much . HOMETOWN : new york city ( upper west side ) , new york ( see home here ) . her dad + little sister still live here today . CURRENT LOCATION : new york city ( upper east side ) , new york ( see home here ) . moved in one year ago after break up . EDUCATION LEVEL : highschool diploma .   OCCUPATION : olympic swimmer ( emulated after katie ledecky ) , socialite , escort ( no one knows ) . NET WORTH : 32million ( every year up until she’s twenty five she receives a percentage of her trust fund ) . FAMILY NET WORTH : 3.1billion ( father ) , 4.8billion ( mother + step - father ) . PARENTS : adrian berry ( father , 51 , hedge fund manager ) , natasha laffont ( mother , 48 , former super model + philanthropist ) , thomas laffont ( step - father , 50 ,  businessman + art collector ) . SIBLINGS : tatiana berry ( sister , 10 , student + ballet dancer ) , bradley laffont ( step-brother , 24 , new york rangers player ) . PETS : jagger ( ragdoll cat , picture ) , maggie ( pomeranian - husky , picture ) . NATIONALITY : australian - american . ETHNICITY : hungarian . CLOTHING STYLE : expensive yet casual ; alot of black , hoodies , leather is a staple , high end sneakers , boots , colorful suits . JEWELRY : gold ; dangly earring , cartier bracelet , tiffany rings , barbell nipple piercings. DIET : pescitarian , no dairy ( lactose intolerant ) . WORK OUT HABITS : six times a week ( mostly boxing + swimming  ) . PERSONALITY : guarded ; there is nothing emma hates more than talking about her feelings or letting anyone know who she’s feeling , she has trouble trusting people for good reason ( the girls trust issues have trust issues yall ) + dependable ; if you need anything in the world go to emma she will move mountains to get shit down for you , she’s very punctual , and super disciplined probably due to being an olympian + goofy ; she doesn’t take much too seriously tbh , ( similar to joey + phoebe from friends ) she can be a bit of a space cadet and that always ends in her making everyone laugh + stubborn ; one thing is for sure about emma she’s extremely hard headed , loves getting her way , and is incredibly unforgiving . 

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ( in bullets )

her parents met during college , where they both attended princeton university . natasha , her mom , was in the middle of her modeling career completely blowing up while adrian was already setting the foundation of his investment company . they had a whirlwind romance and were married just a year after adrian graduated from princeton . both coming from old money , emma’s grandparents on both sides are extremely meticulous about the image of their family + so the same mentality was instilled in adrian + natasha .

 emma spent the first nine years of her life in brisbane , australia . her parents had moved out to australia just a couple years before she was born for the sake of making her father’s company an international success . 

with her parents always off doing something , emma was raised by her nanny + butler . when she was six she expressed her desire to get into swimming after watching michael phelps in the 2004 summer olympics . she was in absolute awe by him + wanted to be just like him . so the next day her nanny spoke to her parents and later that day she was enrolled into a local swimming program .

when she was nine her parents broke the news to her that they were moving to new york . at first she wasn’t all too mad about the move , she didn’t have many friends in school , wasn’t a big fan of her teachers , and knew the one thing she loved she could still do in new york . her outlook on the move changed when she found out that her nanny + butler would not be making the move across the equator with them though . how dare her parents steal the only people who’d ever taken care of her away from her ? she thought . she threw an absolute fit in protest ; completely wrecking the home + locking herself away in the bathroom in her room for nearly 20 hours before her nanny talked her into coming out . 

once in new york , emma was miserable . she had tantrums everyday and even stopped swimming for a few months . what inevitably pulled her out of her funk was a trip disneyland paris + her mom bringing her out to buy a whole new wardrobe . yall ever heard of a spoiled brat ?

once she was open to the idea of new york she kind of fell in love with the city , to be honest . she grew close to her new nanny + butler , of course and fell in love with her new swimming coach .

when she was fourteen her parents got a divorce and just six months later her mom was married to a billionaire living in connecticut with a son just two years older than emma . anyone with a brain could put together that her mom had been cheating on her dad , that was except for her dad who’d fallen into denial that his ex - wife would come back . 

[ trigger warning : alcoholism , child abuse , violence ] after months of listening to her father , emma broke , the two got in a huge screaming match about how her mom wasn’t coming back saying things like “this is so pathetic, stop graveling over a women who doesn’t want you” + “she doesn’t want you” + “just move on, she’s never coming back, she’s fucking an art collector in connecticut”. mind you she’s fourteen talking to her dad like this , yikes . he started spiraling after that , drinking heavily , doing coke more than just at events , and when emma copped an attitude he’d hit her . it started with just a rough slap , pushing her into the pool or down the stairs , and then it turned into punching her . it got so bad her coach started noticing during swim practices and inevitably threatened her dad , either he let her move in with him or he’d call the police . so , not wanting a tarnished reputation , her dad sent her off to live with her swim coach .

[ trigger warning : grooming ] life with her swim coach was cool , she got to swim alot more plus he was extremely high profile due to sending swimmers to the olympics as well acting in a few movies so she got to go to alot of events with him all across the world . she enjoyed her time with him more than she’d enjoyed the entirety of her life and then he got her to the 2012 olympics in london + her trust and appreciation for him sky rocketed . in her eyes no one int he world could or did love her more .

coming back from the olympics , her had fully sobered up and was ready to bring emma back home .  her and her coach weren’t completely gun ho for the move but she inevitably moved back home with her father .

[ trigger warning : statutory rape ] just a month after being back home , her coach started being a little too touchy with her . she felt uncomfortable by his advances but figured her was only taking care of her . then he kissed her and she was pretty creeped out so she asked what he was doing , basically the creep told her he was just missing her alot because she wasn’t living with him and reminded her about how he was really the only person who cared about her . she accepted what he said and soon after they started sleeping together regularly . he didn’t even have to tell her not to tell anyone , she innately knew if she ever told anyone he wouldn’t be her coach anymore and emma just wasn’t willing to lose the best coach she’d ever had . this continued for a little over a year until she went to the doctors and her mom went with her , her mom stayed in the room because the check up wasn’t all that invasive + then when her doctor asked her if she was sexually active her mom answered no but emma , not wanting to lie , stayed silent . she inevitably confessed at the appointment that she was sexually active . her mom freaked out and wanted to know who but of course emma didn’t spill that . she inevitably lied and said some guy she went to school with . within a week her mom found out she lied and refused to let emma go anywhere until she confessed who she was sleeping with . knowing her mom wouldn’t let up she told her it was her coach + that it wasn’t a big deal . but emma knew it was . her mom gave her coach an ultimatum he either quit coaching for good or she’d turn him in . she he quit and emma never heard from him again . 

she stopped talking to her more directly after that + stopped going back to connecticut for the weekends like she had been since her parents divorce . she was now sixteen without a swimming coach + completely mad at the world .  she’d had a rough few years , to say the least . she turned to partying , HEAVY , to cope with it all . she slept with anyone who so much as gave her a second look she didn’t care if they were older than her , had a girlfriend / boyfriend , if you were into her you could have her . it took her almost five months before she committed to a swim coach + they really whipped her back into shape . no more partying , emma went from school to practice and then home . it was awfully boring for the new party girl but she had one of the best coaches in the world + they promised to stop coaching her had she not listened to their every word . the only thing she cared more about then letting loose was going to another olympics . 

she attended a private school in manhattan where she completely smashed each and everyone of the school, districts , and state records in swimming . she was never big into her academics but she upheld a b average for the sake of being able to stay on the schools swimming team . if she received anything less than a b she would guilt her dad into giving her school a donation so they’d give her the grade she felt she deserved . 

she graduated from highschool in 2016 and although she was accepted into multiple schools across the nation , with athletic full ride offers from each school  , but she inevitably declined each school because she did want to spend another second behind a desk . knowing her dad would never approve of her not going to college , with his ivy league education ass , she lied to him and said she was attending nyu . 

she went to the 2016 olympics in rio and completely dominated ( 4 gold medals , 1 silver + breaking five world/olympic/american records in the meets ) . 

just months in 2017 her dad started to pick up on her lie about attending college . telling her she needed to enroll immediately or he’d cut her off . calling his bluff she didn’t enroll . she quickly learned that he wasn’t bluffing when he completely cut her off , telling her she had a month to find a place to live and move out .  

thanks to her olympics money + her endorsements with tyr sports + adidas she had enough money to get an apartment but her saving would deplete quick so she knew she needed to do something to make alot of money + quick .

desperate and running out of time emma joined seeking arrangements under an alias as sierra meyers . there were a few success and plenty of total blunders on the site but she got lucky with the first women she met with who offered to get her into escorting . emma didn’t even give it a second thought before she said yes , the only thing she asked is that the clientele not want her to attend highly publicized events with her as she's quickly get caught due to her socialite status   . 

within a year she’d made half of what her entire lifes work had made her , she grew obsessed with escorting and what made it crazy was there were people who would pay her half a million just to have dinner and talk with her . of course , those were the unicorns though because most wanted to sleep with her at the end of the night . 

when she turned twenty one her dad gave in and gave her back her blackcard + even offered to move her back into the house , she took the credit card but decided to continue living outside of his walls . 

she could’ve quit escorting right then and there , but she’d grown an addiction if you will to her work . there was something about the secrecy of it + her ability to make millions so easily that kept her going .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

former roommate ; these two moved in together after her dad kicked her out + even though she moved in with someone else months after they signed the lease she payed them for her half of the rent for the rest of the lease , ex ; they dated when she was cut off by her dad + they inevitably moved into together they could of had a rocky or really good relationship by broke up around this time last year , the guy she “ lost “ her virginity to ; he didn’t actually take her virginity , in truth these two could very well have never even slept together but he’s the guy she lied to her about sleeping with to cover up sleeping with her coach he found out about her lie when emma’s mom asked his parents if he was sleeping with emma we can decide where things went from there between these two , suspicious friend ; they’re starting to pick up on her random disappearing + secrecy , maybe they start following her at some point and inevitably confront her about escorting or maybe they think she’s doing something else and accuse her of that ? , first girlfriend , more exes , people she’s slept with , someone who she slept with + they had a significant other , fellow olympians , travel buddy , podcast co-host ; these two came up with an idea recently to start a podcast , they haven't released it just yet but it’d be similar to call her daddy / impulsive !

[atamascolily]

lily liveblogs “terminator: dark fate,” part five

HEY, time for our industrial end sequence!!  This time, it’s on a dam because we had fire and machinery in previous films, and we’re switching to a different element.

(this means that the next film would have ended with a FOREST fight scene, right? Right.)

[parts one, two, three, four]

The NPCs run for cover. I have no idea what dam this is supposed to be! It looks like Hoover, but I honestly have no clue where they are at this point.

Carl and the chassis are fighting in the water. Then the oozy metal part comes up and grabs him from behind! I hate it when they double-team like that.

Wow, they just barely keep from going over the edge there. Oh, wait, too soon...

Sarah dislocates her shoulder. Ow. Grace pops it back in. Sarah gets another "Fuck!"

The Rev-9 vaulting out of the water is just like in the beginning....

"No, no, Grace, really...?" YES GRACE. She yells back at them to wear their seatbelts!!! WOW... Sarah snarks back at her because what good is it if you can’t get a one-liner in right before you go over the edge into the abyss and certain death?

OH my god the Rev-9 on the windshield is so fucking scary right there they are UNDERWATER in the DARK aaaaaaaaah.

Okay, I'm not sure how if they would have survived that in real life, but fuck if that underwater fight scene isn't as cool as hell.

A legit complaint I've seen is that the bulletproof vests would weigh them down too much to get to the surface with the air they have, but... I mean come on, if that's your only factual complaint about this movie, I think they did a good job.

Cut to them on top of the dam again, wow that was fast. This scene with the three badass women battered and bruised and clinging to each other.. MY HEART. MY POOR HEART!!

Ah, here it is... Grace's power source! The EMP substitute I’ve been waiting for. Then Carl shows back up.. with a weapon for Sarah. Triumphant theme music. The whole family is here. Oh, and meds for Grace. YAY. wouldn’t want to pass out halfway through the climactic fight scene.

Wow, this functionally dysfunctional found-family is only together for like half a day and I need a million TV episodes about them STAT.

Oh, of course it's a hydroelectric dam...so generators!

Oh, hey, Grace gets her chains from the poster! Nice.

Murderbot bonding time! The Rev-9 talks to Carl: "You and I were built for the same purpose. And Legion is the only future." SO MANY FEELS ABOUT THIS.

"I know she's a stranger to you. Why not let me have her?" POLITICAL QUESTION OF THE MOMENT, KTHANX. But also proof that even though the REv-9 is good at mimicking humans and predicting humans, it still doesn't UNDERSTAND humans.

"Because we're not machines, you metal motherfucker," Sarah snarls. And I think we're up to six fucks for Sarah at this point? I've lost count.

Have I mentioned that the splitting Terminators are creepy? Have I? HAVE I? Because they are.

Oh, dear, Sarah Connor confronting her nightmare of flaming death murder skeletons again.

Geeeeee, I wonder if that turbine will do anything...

Oh, Grace is stabbed, I guess she's gonna pull the power source out and take him down with her... or not. But at least now Dani’s going to object way less about self-sacrifice, since she’s already doomed.

I don't know why the REV-9 goes back to one; I feel like he's stronger and fights better in two parts? But you do you, I guess.

Pretty sure it's not over yet because Dani still hasn't done anything against the REV-9 herself. Oh, good, and Sarah gets to relive yet another nightmare of a metal skeleton stalking out of the flames. ONLY THIS TIME IT'S ON FIRE, TOO. (I guess that's the polyalloy bits melting away??)

Yep, Grace is gonna sacrifice herself to save Dani from the REV-9 and remove her power source. Oh, wow, Dani has to stab her and pull it out herself. That's gonna cause some more trauma. Another round for everyone!  

Dani gets to go after the REV-9... but it goes badly, because drama. Sarah yells for Carl to wake up, and it works!! He distracts the REV-9 long enough for Dani to stab him in the eye with the power source and... I guess that sets it off???

[why the hell didn't they augment Grace with more than one of those things? Maybe Dani will fix that in the future when she gets there. maybe that's something to add in fix-it fics. And where did they get them? Did they take them from destroyed Terminators and weld them into humans?? What happened?? ]

Carl and the REV-9 fall into the abyss together, because OF COURSE THEY DO, because just when Sarah has learned to forgive/accept Carl as he is, she has to lose him because RULE #1: SARAH CONNOR MUST ALWAYS SUFFER. And the REV-9 rips his flesh off and they both die when the EMP goes off, and it mimics the lightning flash in the beginning.

Oh, so yet again, Sarah Connor has to stand and watch a Terminator she cares about die in a fire. GOOD JOB PACKING ON THE ANGST, PEOPLE.

"For John." OH MY GOD, WAY TO GO OUT IN STYLE AND ALSO MY HEART.

The difference between this and the first film is that Sarah isn't alone at the end. The difference between this and the second film is that Sarah and Dani are... not equals, exactly, but they are more equal than Sarah and John were at the end of T2. They're veteran and leader, not mother and son. Dani and Sarah understand each other in a way that no one--not even John--can because of what they've suffered and lost. The cycle repeats, and yet it’s subtly different each time

cut to Grace as a kid on a playground, oh now there's some loaded symbolism in this francise, lol. And there's Dani looking through the chain-link fence at her right on cue, like Sarah looking at her might-have-been kids in T2. Is this where the filmmakers got the idea that Dani is Grace’s “mother”? LOL, nice try, guys.

She walks over to the car where Sarah is waiting for her. It's a Jeep, just like the one she drove to Mexico in at the end of T1. She tosses Dani the keys and moves over to the passenger seat AND IF THAT AIN'T A STATEMENT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

"I won't let her die for me again," Dani says. "then you need to be ready."

Dani puts the car in gear and they drive away down the eucalptyus-lined streets of the California suburbs where everything is green and tranquil and beautiful, and while the movie ends perfectly here as is, I can also see how they would have linked it into a trilogy like they'd originally planned. But alas, this is probably the end until the all-but-inevitable next reboot.

And THEN the credits roll, and we get the main theme at the end, and I jut have to say, it's not the same as in the other movies, where we had to listen to the whole thing first THEN we heard it in the film itself. But nobody has the goddamn patience for credits anymore, which is why Marvel started sticking bonus scenes in theirs to keep people in their seats.

...but wow are these credits long. Oh, well, the music's good and I learn random tidbits this way, like how the writers have little imagination when it comes to naming minor characters, and just give them the same name as their actors (Diego, Gabriel, Alicia, etc). 

sadly, all the deleted scenes and bonus content is on the blue-ray and not the DVD sigh.

So. Was this a perfect film? No. It was written by committee, and I think it shows. Did it deliver what I hoped for--Sarah Connor being a badass, snarky dialogue, and cool action sequences? Yes. Did I enjoy watching it? HELL YES. Will I be thinking/ranting about it for a long time. YOU BET.

Was it "necessary"? Of course not-but is ANY piece of art ever really "necessary"? Who cares! It was fun, and it was thoughtful, it was interesting to me, and it was wayyy better than most of the recent rounds of sequels and reboots. 

And to be honest, if they can make a bajillion Fast and Furious movies, and James Bond, and John Wick, and Mission Impossible and Karate Kid action flicks featuring men (not to mention Star Wars and remakes of every single animated Disney film AND a three-part Hobbit movie trilogy), I think I can enjoy a female-led action movie with zero guilt whatsoever without having to justify its existence to anyone.

(I can’t think of a single other action film with three badass female leads, who have complete character arcs and aren’t sexualized for the male gaze... and if there is, I want to watch it STAT)

[fanfic-inator795]

Sooooooo I’ve been listening to wayyyyy too many Bridezilla/Disaster Wedding Reddit stories so, to remind myself that not all weddings are expensive timebombs: RotTMNT weddings!!!

Warren and Hypno: Admittedly, Warren is a bit of a Groomzilla, though it’s more nerves than anything else and once he and Hypno have a talk and he assures his worm bf that yes this is for real, Warren becomes a lot more tolerable (though still spends an hour making sure his tux and hair are perfect).  Hypno, naturally, makes all the flowers for the wedding himself. They walk down the aisle together, Warren on Hypno’s shoulder and the two of them holding hands (er, finger). It’s a small wedding with really only the ELoM attending, but it’s special nonetheless and they get it on video so they can watch it over and over. Hypno’s vows are so dang sappy and romantic that it takes Warren a few minutes to calm himself down enough to say his own vows. At the reception and after the first dance, Warren sings a love song to Hypno, wanting to give Hypno a little something extra since their dancing is really just Hypno swaying back and forth with Warren in his hands, and Hypno absolutely loves it, practically falling in love with him all over again on the spot.

Lieutenant and Brute: Neither of them were really expecting to get married, so when they decided that they wanted to be together for the rest of their lives they really had no idea what to do. They ended up just eloping to keep it simple, though it was still intimate and meaningful with lots of candlelight and traditional vows. They spend the rest of the day and night together, just the two of them - no clan work, no Shredder, just them enjoying their new official bond. They continue this tradition each anniversary, seemingly disappearing from their clan for 24 hours and doing whatever they want together - usually lots of kissing and cuddling, looking back on old memories, marathoning movies or lying down and reading together, and going on long peaceful walks. On each century anniversary (one hundred years, two hundred, etc.) they renew their vows to each other and then share a cake. The last cake was a Lou Jitsu themed one that they just loved.

April and Sunita: Their wedding is in the Hidden City so it’s easier for Sunita’s relatives to attend, and of course April thinks a wedding in a mystical realm is just rad so she’s all for it. The ceremony is a mix of Yokai and human traditions, the latter Sunita was VERY excited to learn about. All four of the Turtles are her best man (or rather, men) and Mayhem is the cutest ring bearer ever! They ditch the traditional white wedding dress in order to wear each others colors - April in a slime green suit-dress with a pink tie and sash combo while Sunita wears a yellow gown adorned with tiny green crystals. The reception is, naturally, at Run of the Mill Pizza. April and Sunita share several dances, ranging from slow and romantic to silly and fun - never let Leo be assistant DJ for a wedding, he WILL play meme songs and Mikey has no problem letting him - before they dance with their fathers (or in April’s case, father, turtle brothers and surrogate Rat Dad) or anyone else. They later sneak off from the party to unwind a bit and just snuggle up to each other, hands intertwined as they watch the beautiful NYC nighttime skyline. 

April and Recruit (I like both April pairings, what can I say?): Much like her senseis/surrogate fathers’ wedding, the affair is very small and intimate, only including Lieutenant, Brute, the turtles and Splinter, April’s parents and Mayhem, as well as any of her family that live in the NYC area. April doesn’t mind, and enjoys their small ceremony in Central Park. Speaking of her senseis, they both walk Recruit down the aisle (barely managing to hold it together), as well as providing the ceremony with plenty of beautiful origami flowers and candles. They all then share a meal + cake at April’s parents’ place, a mixture of traditional Japanese dishes and her family’s favorite New York style dishes. Recruit isn’t much for dancing and there really isn’t room for it in an apartment anyway, so the rest of the reception ends up being mostly enthusiastic storytelling - how they met, the battles they fought together, memorable dates and their eventual proposal, as well as fun and/or embarrassing stories about each of them courtesy of their families - and conversation as well as a few party games that the turtles drag out to liven things up. Lots of laughter and good memories, and the two brides happily team up to kick butt at Pictionary. Later on, when they get back to their place, Recruit requests one dance with April. April tells her they don’t have to, Recruit insists that she wants to, nerves and her slightly awkward dancing skills be damned. So April puts on her iPod, and the two dance around their apartment in the dark for what feels like hours, occasionally stealing kisses and whispering promises and I love yous to each other.

I’d write a BaronJitsu wedding bit but @halloweennut already did a great job with that prompt for one of her fic requests, so instead I’ll just focus a bit on the boys. We may not ever get love interests for them in the show, but I feel like at least one of them would get married, SO:

Raph and Mikey both wear traditional montsuki for their weddings - Raph as a nod to his pop’s culture, Mikey cause he just really likes the way it looks - while Leo and Donnie stick to tuxes. Leo’s is a classy and cool looking dark blue while Donnie wears a glamorous purple tux (sorta like his Dynamite Don look but with a black tie and more sparkle/flair) that he insists is NOT tacky, thank you very much! Heaven help whoever his spouse-to-be is, lol

April, naturally, is their Maid of Honor at each of their weddings. Raph also gets Buddy/Frankenfoot to be his Best Man at his wedding while Donnie chooses Shelldon to be both his Best Man and Ring Bearer. With how close they are, Leo and Mikey end up being each other’s Best Man (causing Raph and Donnie to get a bit jealous/feel a bit left out but they get over it quickly)

The ceremony is always in the sewers, but the receptions then get moved up to the surface in Central Park so they can party in the fresh air under the stars. Reception meals are usually pizza and one other main dish (probably chicken or filet mignon) for those who don’t like pizza, and then a few side dishes. Needless to say, Run of the Mill gets a LOT of catering jobs from this family

Raph’s vows end up being a bit rambly and wayyy too long, but they’re so sweet that his fiance can hardly care. He also picks his new spouse up as they/after they kiss, because he’s just so darn happy and because he can. No threshold to carry his spouse over in the sewers, so he just holds them and carries them all the way to the reception. That has to be extra good luck, right?

Donnie sets up small fireworks to go off at his wedding reception, because this boy is Extra. He also has plenty of dances with his spouse - though thankfully he’s more interested in being romantic and making his spouse smile than showing off.

Half of Leo’s vows and toasts are bad wedding puns, and he nearly gets cake thrown at him for it. Later on, Leo and his newlywed spouse end up ditching their reception halfway through, portaling to a private spot for the two of them to cuddle/makeout a little/talk about their wedding day. Leo may like to talk, but he can enjoy quiet moments with the one he loves too

Mikey gets inspired to spray paint an entire wedding mural for him and his fiance, which ends up being a great wedding photos spot. He also tries to cook his own wedding meal/bake his own cake, but the others insist that he sit this one out and just enjoy the food without having to make it.

And, of course, Splinter cries at every single one of his baby boys’ weddings, though always insists it’s just allergies cause of all the flowers. He gets plenty of hugs from his sons anyway.

aaaaand that’s all I got, lol. Anyway, feel free to add onto this with your own ideas/pairings ^v^

[iamrheaspeaks]

Payback

Bold Italics: Inner dialogue 

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: Took a break from Erik to show my original OC’s love. This is number 1 of 2 updates, but they don't have to be read in order. I figured I’d drop a light one because The Void is a heavy installment. And as always this was lightly proofread/edited. Enjoy 💋

I know this man didn’t just…le sigh. “So Imma need you to stop,” Milly barked at Ishe over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the television. Black Panther was finally out on Netflix and Milly was excited to watch it again with the added bonus of having subtitles because a bitch is deaf. She loved Ishe but his disrespect would not be tolerated today.

“What are you talking about Mich––” Ishe started before being cut off.

“Not today Satan! Can you just stop and watch the movie?” Milly quipped trying to dead this.

Ishe chuckled under his breath, “Are you done?” Adding more bass to his voice this time, “All I was saying was that­­­––”

“ERIK AND MICHAEL ARE NOT THE SAME PERSON!” Just…Breathe. Milly inhaled deeply before breathing slowly out her mouth, then she quickly rose up from her position between Ishe’s legs.

Yup, she’s been reading WAYYY too many stories, Ishe thought to himself while pinching the bridge of his nose before attempting to speak without getting cut off...again. “So. You do know that he’s a character right? Erik is a character played by Michael B. Jordan right? And Erik’s not real.” Milly closes her eyes trying her hardest to just ignore Ishe’s need to dismantle all good things with logic. When he finished Milly turned slowly until their eyes met. Her pupils barely visible as her dark drown irises appeared to change hue. If looks could kill.    

“Okay so…I’m not doing this. How about I go shower and when I get out we can go run errands?” It was phrased as a question but seeing as how Milly was already in motion it was clearly more a plan of action. Ishe just sat in the same position chuckling to himself watching her rummage through the dresser drawers picking out an outfit and tossing it onto the bed before making her way to the bathroom.

Glancing to where she tossed her clothes to see what she picked out Ishe smiled as he shook his head before moving to start getting himself ready. “Of course she picked out all black again. Fucking vampire.”

“Not a vampire just know what I like” Milly quipped from a distance.

“Aren’t you supposed to be taking a shower miss?”

“I’m getting in now if you must know!”

“Get off Tumblr and shower so we can get moving.”

“One; Not on Tumblr thank you. Two; If you’re not dressed when I get out I’m hurting you! That’s your one and only warning Sir.”

Milly just shook her head as she walked back in the room to the sight of Ishe sitting on the edge of the bed next to her clothes in nothing but boxers and mix matched socks. She side eyed him the entire time she got dressed and he continued to just sit there on his phone. When fully dressed Milly took a look at her outfit in her vanity. Black shorts that came down just enough to keep her thighs from sticking together, when she’s not sitting down. Paired with a simple black tank top sans lace and a Suicide Girls zip-up hoodie from the Blackheart Burlesque show she attended in NYC a few years back. The only pop of color in her ensemble being her grey Chuck Taylors. Content with what she had on Milly put on her silver hoop earrings as she glared at Ishe in the mirror when a light bulb went off. Milly discreetly grabbed a pillow off the bed before darting it at Ishe’s head catching him off guard. Taking advantage of his brief moment of disorientation Milly ran over and snatched Ishe’s phone out of his hand before flying down the stairs laughing like a mad woman.

Finally recovering from Milly’s sneak attack, “You gonna pay for that!” Ishe called out as he finally got up to get dressed. First she wants to fight over movie characters and now she wants to throw shit and snatch phones. Bet!

“Whatever. How you gonna rush me and then not be ready?” Milly managed to get out even though she was still standing bent over hands on knees trying to catch her breath. That shouldn’t have been as funny as it was. “Besides I do remember issuing a warning. Just saying” Milly shrugged her shoulders as if he was actually there to see it.

After getting all the bills paid, just as they were about to make their way to the supermarket Milly announced that she was hungry. Ishe rolled his eyes knowing what was coming next “Okay we can get food after the store.”

“Shopping hungry? Yeah that’s gonna be a no for me. I’m just gonna pick up a whole bunch of junk”.

Here we go. “Okay” Ishe sighed before continuing, “What do you want to eat?” A part of Ishe died when his question was met with pure silence. Until of course she just bust out laughing while bringing her hands up to cover her mouth looking anywhere but over at Ishe in the driver’s seat. “You don’t know. Do you?” Milly just shyly looked up at Ishe shaking her head no, hands still in front of her face but doing very little to hide her big ass smile of shame. “Okay.’ Ishe drummed he’s thumbs on the steering wheel as he quickly thought of the options in the area, driving kinda slow before spotting something, ‘Wendy’s it is!” Ishe said pulling in and making his way to the drive-thru. “I honestly don’t even know why I ask you anymore” Ishe groaned side eyeing Milly.

“Because the one time you don’t Imma know what I want” Milly finally spoke up before sticking out her tongue.  

Ishe removed on hand from the wheel and motioned like he was going to pinch Milly’s tongue, “I’d be careful if I was you. I still haven’t gotten you back for earlier, Temp”. Milly’s whole body pulsed hearing the pet name causing her mouth to snap shut along with her legs. Got her. Ishe thought to himself, pulling up to the service window.  

The rest of the day they did this. Just taking little jabs at each other. As they were about to retreat into the house for the night Milly’s phone lit up with a notification.

LittleBit: What you doin? I miss you 😭

Milly: Lemme get this food in the house and we’ll come through.

“I told Margie that we would come over. It’s been awhile”

“If that’s what you wanna do.”

“I said we had to bring the food home first.”

“That would be the smart thing to do”

Milly huffed loudly as she nudged Ishe’s head with her index and pointer fingers. The rest of the ride was quite after that, with no retaliation coming from Ishe. Not entirely sure if this was a win or not Milly opted for scrolling through her phone and not poking the bear. Not like it would save her anyway. After they put away all the groceries Milly ran to their bedroom to switch out her shorts for pair of black leggings. Midway pulling her leggings up Milly’s whole body froze. Her mind going blank at the feeling of Ishe’s fingers teasing her uncovered nether region. Hands tightening their grip on her leggings in response before letting out an involuntary moan. Removing his fingers and replacing his hands with Milly’s Ishe finished pulling up her leggings. “Payback is so sweet” Ishe grinned as at Milly as he licked his fingers with a big smile.

“I hate you...so much right now. You have no fucking idea.” Milly grunted as she stomped down the stairs. Once they arrived at Margie’s they immediately settle in with the gossip as Margie fixed them drinks. All this would’ve been enough to take her mind off the throbbing between her legs if it wasn’t for that fact that whenever no one was paying attention Ishe would start messing with her. Squeezing her thigh. Grabbing her ass when she leaned over to pick up her drink from by her feet. Running his knuckle along the back of her ear. Whispering shit in her ear. Driving Milly completely insane as she tried to not let on that his antics were getting to her.

Finally reaching her limit with this impromptu edging session Milly gives Ishe the ‘I’m ready to leave’ look. When Milly was hugging her friend goodbye Margie unknowingly added to Milly’s torture with the simplest of gestures. Still gripped in the goodbye hug an extremely affectionate and very drunk Margie kissed the pulse point on the left side of Milly’s neck. Causing Milly’s whole body to seize. “Whoa! Gettin’ kinda touchy there ain’t ya?” Ishe questioned completely amused at the sight of Milly trying not to lose her shit and Margie being 100% oblivious.

“What? No? I’m just hugging her bye”. Margie’s New Jersey accent very thick making her slurred speech a little easier to interpret.

“You definitely just kissed her neck Marg.”

“No! Did I?” Margie questioned now looking at Milly for confirmation. Milly couldn’t even speak. She opted for just nodding yes slowly with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

On the way home Milly just tried to ignore the lingering tingle originating from the spot where Margie kissed her neck while simultaneously trying to drown out Ishe’s laughter.

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