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fairytheo · 3 years

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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samrosemodblog · 2 years

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How I discovered I was Bi-Gender

My name is Sam. These days I go by Sam Rose, and I was assigned Male at birth, and I felt like telling my story about how I discovered that I identify with both Male and Female simultaneously.

The first sign I ever felt about this was during my early childhood when people would try to use the name ‘Sam’ to insult me, saying things like “Your name is SAMANTHA, you’re a GIRL!”

And I always distinctly remember being confused by this, because, what was wrong with being a girl? I never said that back to them, but I certainly remember it never bothering me, so I never gave them a reaction out of that bad attempt at bullying.

Really the only time I got upset about the name ‘Samantha’ was when our next door neighbor named their baby girl that, and I was more upset that there were now ‘Two Sams’ and that was going to get confusing!

After that, the next sign was when I felt like changing my username on a Forum I used to post to. I no longer remember what my old name was, but I had recently finished playing Parasite Eve 1, and had liked it so much I wanted to change my name to ‘Mitochondria Eve’.

Someone on the forum commented that ‘Eve’ was typically a girls name, and that they hadn’t expected it from me. I hadn’t realized that at the time as it was just supposed to be a cool name, but I stuck with it for as long as I was on that forum because I just liked the name.

The next sign was in Middle School, where I had a Red Jacket as a comfort item for how anti-social I was. I randomly came up with the idea that ‘How’ I wore the jacket would determine my ‘Personality’, and that I would be ‘different people’ if I wore it a certain way.

And to make it more interesting and spicy, I figured the ‘nicer’ personality would be a girl, and that felt normal to me. I even reflected this in my online persona at the time, where I was using a recolored Zero sprite from Megaman Zero, and made this ‘alternate personality’ of mine a slightly modified Amy sprite from Sonic Advanced.

This confused a lot of people online at the time, and I played it up mostly for laughs cause it got fun reactions from people trying to guess if I was girl or a guy. It may have been playful trolling, but playing with my gender had been fun even back then.

I have a hard time remembering what exactly had led to this, but at some point during High School I had decided that my ‘Soul’ was female. I played around a bunch with the idea that if I turned into a Ghost, it would be a girl floating around haunting people. But even back then, I also ‘Liked’ being a guy. So a common thing I would tell people is:

“On the inside, I’m a girl, who is a lesbian, and likes being in a boy’s body because it makes it easier to flirt with girls.”

Some people understood, others were just absolutely baffled.

I thought it was hilarious to see people’s reactions to it back then, and that explanation wasn’t terribly far off from where I eventually ended up, just worded badly!

After High School, I eventually started focusing more on my art as I realized that was the path I wanted to pursue. And one of the things I did was finally ‘Draw’ what I looked like on the inside. I had at this point been saying my Soul was a girl for years, and I finally drew what she looked like.

And so, here is my first ever picture of myself as a girl.

She didn’t look anything like the way I draw myself as a guy, and so I felt like she deserved a name of her own to complete her. So I named her “Rose”.

I did not realize at the time that this would confuse many people for years and years that I had a ‘Female Gender’ side of me because she was so different and barely used by me.

And so this was the limbo I found myself in for several years, a “Boy” with a “Female Soul” who was okay with being both. And it wasn’t until my all time favorite Webcomic, El Goonish Shive, introduced me to the concept of ‘Gender Fluid’ in this update, that I started to realize that maybe there was “More to what I am than I thought”

And so I used the term ‘Gender fluid’, because that’s the only term I knew for Male/Female flip-flopping, but I never felt like it completely represented me. Mostly because every other ‘Gender Fluid’ person I saw talked about having ‘Male Days’ and ‘Female Days’ and wanting to be one or the other on different days.

But I never felt that way. I just constantly felt like I was both at all times. This is why my username had become ‘Sam Rose’.

Sam was my Male half, and always presenting because I am a Male by body and voice.

Rose was my Female half, barely seen but always there.

At no point would you be wrong to call me ‘He’ or ‘She’, and if you had a preference I didn’t care. As long as you didn’t try to erase half of me in favor of the other, I never had any issues with anyone sticking to one or the other for me. Including my name. I go by Sam as much as I do Rose.

And it wasn’t until three years ago that I met someone who was deciding to go from ‘Bigender’ to ‘Gender Fluid’ because it fit them better, that I was blindsided by the fact that there WAS another choice!

At first I was hesitant to make the change to Bigender, but the more I sat and thought about it, the more I realized that it fit me.

And so, what started off as a simple feeling of “Its cool to be a girl” eventually became “I’d like to be a girl, and I’d like to be a boy, I’d like to be both!”

The signs had basically always been there, but it wasn’t until I was almost 30 that I finally fully understood who I am. And I’ve never been more comfortable and happy with my identity as I am now.

#My Story #Sam Ramblings #Bigender #Pride Month

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ellariasand · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

Oh gosh, this is so sweet!! Thank you!

This took forever to put together, because tbh I’m overly critical of my own writing and it’s touch to look back on my work after I’ve written it, but I’m sure those of y’all who follow me will not be surprised to see most of this at all.

Hilariously, none of these are the pieces that are particularly beloved by readers — in fact, some of them have the lowest hit/kudos counts across my entire AO3 profile. And hilariously, only one of them is explicitly a Kastle fic, which seems like the only thing I ever write anymore, lol.

But hey, in no particular order:

language barrier — Maya Lopez & Frank Castle, gen, rated G. This spun off my excitement from the Hawkeye finale over Christmas, and is a short little piece of Maya coming to Frank for help after being injured. Frank doesn’t speak ASL, but he can’t not help a kid in need (Frank Castle, magnet for women in distress), so he does his best to learn. I just love Maya and Frank as a friendship, and I’m proud of writing a no-dialogue story while also getting Frank’s inner voice down fairly well. It’s also the first installment in what is slowly spiraling into a Thunderbolts concept I’m working on behind the scenes — which is really just an excuse to give Frank Castle a bunch of adoptive daughters, lol.

dead ringer — Boba Fett & Fennec Shand & Omega, gen, rated G. This was written for a Big Bang event for Book of Boba Fett, and is one of the few Star Wars fics I’ve written that isn’t some kind of modern day AU to allow me to avoid writing the nuances of sci-fi. It boils down to Boba searching for his fellow clone/sister, and there’s notes of Fennec/Boba in there, but it’s mostly a character piece for Boba, and I’m very proud of both my worldbuilding and the dialogue, particularly Fennec’s narration, since I’d never written for her before — I think this took me like, three days to finish despite being 7.5k.

hold on — Frank Castle/Maria Castle & Frank Castle/Karen Page, rated G. This was the brainchild of a conversation with one of my besties, and also partially out of spite because I was upset that there are virtually no Punisher fics (especially not recently) that touch on Frank’s relationship with Maria beyond just her death and the days leading up to it. The conceit is that Karen finds one of Maria’s old mixtapes that Frank had kept, and the song triggers a memory for Frank, of dancing with Maria to “Hold On” by Wilson Phillips, hence the title. There’s just something about the tone of this one that I really adore, and Maria is such a fun character to write, even though I’ve only ever done it in flashback — see also my hungry heart piece from recently. She’s so feisty and full of personality, and this fic really successfully pairs her with Karen and establishes that Frank can have two loves of his life without having to shove one to the side for the other.

a prize for rotten judgement — Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, rated G. Ah yes, my other OTP. There is virtually no content for Oberyn and Ellaria as a ship on the Internet, so I took it upon myself to come up with a hitman AU for the two of them where Ellaria’s a surgeon, and this piece sees her sewing up Oberyn’s bullet wounds on her couch. I absolutely adore Ellaria in the same way that I do Maria Castle, and the dialogue and worldbuilding in this are just spot-on to me. I don’t like Game of Thrones at all, but it’s difficult to find Oberyn content that isn’t painfully oversexualized, and nigh on impossible to find Ellaria content at all, so I’m particularly proud of this corner of fandom that I’ve created.

tramps like us — Wanda Maximoff & Frank Castle, gen, rated G. My most recent piece, this was the result of me seeing Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness and going “god, Wanda needs to sit down and have a talk with Frank because their trauma is so similar”. One of my favorite things to write is a good character piece where two people are able to just talk without much at all happening, and this is just that. I really nailed Frank’s voice here, and this piece feels cathartic for a lot of reasons, not least of which being the fact that I will always defend women in film going apeshit. Also possibly part of that Thunderbolts concept if I ever get around to it, lol.

Honorary sixth place goes to you look like bad news (i gotta have you), which is the first in a series of fluffy Shane Walsh/Original Character fics I wrote entirely on impulse. It was my first foray into like, real, honest-to-god rom com writing, which is not something I’m normally half-decent at. But that sucker (which was initially supposed to be one chapter and turned into 16k and three chapters, oops) was so much fun and opened up an avenue for me to write easy, no pressure stories between projects if I need to blow off some steam.

#good lord this is so many words #but hey i got to be self-indulgent #my work #maggie #ask games #frank castle x karen page #kastle #oberyn martell x ellaria sand #wanda maximoff #boba fett #shane walsh x ofc #shane walsh #frank castle

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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goatskickin · 2 years

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When we last left the Springs-Eternals’, spare Mercy was rocketing up with Military career path with a sassy new haircut. Spare Temperance became a teen, and heir Faith was a total nightmare to everyone around her, really. Genesis got demoted (again) and continued to be haunted (literally) by secrets. Justice was a mess, but that hardly needs mentioning. What will happen now?

“Faith! Wow! I feel so great after growing up! It only gets better from here, right?”

“It sure as shit does not little brother! Your positivity is positively hilarious.”

Old Justice is still hard at work at…whatever it is he is doing on the computer all day long.

“I should give credit to myself as a professional source in the appendix of my autobiography. Right?”

And Faith continues to be a bratty teen.

“Swell job walking around in your underwear, ma! This is an after effect of being abducted by aliens, yeah? Like they scrambled your brain, so you don’t care if you embarrass me?”

“Faith. This is my house, and I am an adult. I can wear what I like.”

“Mom, seriously, you trying to get the aliens to take you away again or something? They into the female form and whatever?”

“Mercy, first, I’ve removed the telescope from downstairs-“

“What! Why! Me and Dad were using that to spy on the neighbors!”

“Faith, I’d define ‘menace to society’ for you, but I’d like not to offend your intelligence…”

“Yo Gen! Nice butt!”

Mercy’s high status in the Military means that she’s got a lot of days off in a row. But she’s not up to much these days. Skilled up, she mostly wanders around. And tries to ensure that Justice doesn’t die.

“Mom, you’re in your underwear. Why?”

“Faith, your father’s deteriorating mental state is not something that I have control over. But performing spousal duty does tend to elevate his mood. And distract him long enough for him to eat a meal. Or, for example, bathe.”

“Spousal – MOMMMMMMMMM EW! Don’t talk to me about that! Gross!!!”

“You have asked a question and I have answered it, Faith. I apologize if the answer is upsetting, but that can be the price of knowledge.”

For the curious, the family telescope is almost certainly in the trunk of the car. Oliver’s daily visits were getting tiresome for the family.

He’s missed though. In a way.

“Hi Mom. I don’t mind acting out the Byrne vs. Fischer game with you but um…you wanna put on a coat or something?”

Mercy’s the usual cook in the house. The kids can’t be trusted with the stove, and Justice, well…you know.

“Has anyone seen the cannellini beans? I’ll make the soup without them, but it will be pretty lean.”

“I don’t want peace. I want problems – always.”

“We know, Faith.”

Speaking of, Justice continues to be an undirectable disaster.

Just as Faith continues to be pest to Tempe.

“Faith NO! Gosh, that was close to my head!”

“Sorry baby brother. If it makes you feel any better, I was aiming for it. “

“Would you prefer that whip ‘em straight at your face?”

“Faith! Stopppp, no tickles!”

“Oh! OH! Resistance is futile!”

“OOGIE OOGIE OOGIE”

*…zzzz…”Faith, come on”….zzzz….”I’m trying to sleep”…*

“Faith dear! A dance battle without the master?! Surely not!”

“Come on, Dad! I call this one ‘The Pirate Captain’.”

“….you guys….zzzz…I hate this house….“

“What’s the matter Temps? Don’t you wanna dance with us?”

“Temperance! Come on! ‘I've got jungle feverrrrr, she’s got jungle FEVERRRR.”

“…I’m going downstairs now.”

The family computer offers Tempe a bit of peace. When he can manage to find it unoccupied.

The Witch’s Hut can be a tough place for someone like Tempe. He just wants to code on the computer, write in his diary, and be left alone.

It’s not like Tempe doesn’t like to have fun in a more extroverted way – he just wants to do it on his own terms.

Whereas Faith never even seems to sleep.

“Best two out of three! Jab jab jab HOOK!”

“Faith don’t get cocky. What if your teachers at school ask about the bruises?”

“Ha! Then I’ll tell them the truth! And ask them if they want a piece of this!”

Genesis works (again) to reach the top of the Education career track. The fabulous purple dress makes a comeback.

“Justice, I am making fried jackfruit. Would you like to come help me?”

“Mercy, gosh no! I am making headway on chapter 203 of my autobiography!”

“Shiiiit. ‘Always heed the call of burning, Mercy’…damn…”

As much as the family spends time with each other, they do to take every opportunity to invite over other folks, when they happen to walk by. Pixie (real name Uma) is an occasional victim guest.

“Uma! Hello chum. Come inside – Mercy’s just burned some food.”

“Uhhhh…”

“So, like I was saying – a face like mine should be adorned. If aunt Mercy can spare some coconut water, I think I’d be able to make a dandy facial mist. For my pores, you know? And then makeup will be the –“

“No makeup Faith OM NOM NOM”

“Daaaad!”

“Come on Pops, no makeup, really? A lot of the other girls at school wear it. Why do you care?”

“My darling daughter is beautiful as she is. I don’t care what anyone wears for clothes, but no makeup. She doesn’t need it.”

“What?! So like, does that mean I can…wear a dress? These rules don’t make sense!”

“You can do whatever you like son! Proud of you! Be yourself!”

“Dad, that’s not what I meant….”

“Temps is pretty progressive, no? What do you think Uma?”

“I think I’m going to need some water if all you have to offer is burned food, dude…”

“Dad, can I use the computer?”

“Temperance, I am reading.”

“Yeah, I can see that Pops – can I use the computer? That you’re sitting in front of? You can read the paper anywhere.”

“I’m right in the middle of the sports section. I’m an old man. I don’t want to lose my place here. My mind is not what it used to be.”

“Dad, you can read the paper anywhere!”

“Good! We are in hearty agreement – I’ll read the paper here, and you can use the computer when I am done.”

Tempe tries to make a connection with Uma again. Though there’s certain factors inhibiting his success on that front.

“No, ‘runaway train’ would be a pretty accurate way to describe what it’s like living in this house. Your move.”

Genesis – again – reaches the top of the Education career track. A harrowed journey to the top if anything.

Gen is a hard worker, but it’s hard to say what goes on exactly in her mind.

Lest it be forgotten: the Springs-Eternals’ are never allowed to keep all of their money for long. Happy Monday.

“Tempe, you’re a smart kid. With your personality too – do you think you’d ever want to be a doctor? Like grandma Hope?”

“Oh, thanks aunt Mercy, but I’m not interested in that.”

“Okay. What’s your future looking like then? What are you interested in? You’ll be going to college soon. Don’t tell me you want to it in front of a computer for the rest of your life.”

“…well, there’s a lot that can be done with computers. I mean, what if the internet could be up and running again consistently for everyone?”

“I mean, sure but, what do we need that for?”

“Hey, is anyone interested in food that isn’t burned? I sure am.”

“Faith, shut up you little shit.”

Oh joy.

And a second joy! A magic lamp that cannot be used by the family at all. Thank you.

“Faith, it’s my turn. Come on. It’s a snow day!”

“Duh, that’s why I am playing SSX3! Skiing! ZOOM, haha!”

“Faith, move dummy, it’s my turn!”

The kids get back to school soon enough – and Faith brings home a new school friend.

Her name is forgotten. But she’s got the unmistakable Rishell Eyebrows.

Eyebrows makes a fine opportunity for Faith to try being nice. Try. Try.

The benefit of socializing out in the yard rather than the house becomes apparent to anyone who goes inside the house.

Yep. Just a regular day inside the Witch’s Hut.

“Rain? My goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen rain before. And inside the house too! What could have caused this?”

“DAD! My HOMEWORK is GETTING SOAKED, GODDDDDD.”

Poor henpecked Tempe. He’ll take the boost in Mechanical skill though.

Making friends with Eyebrows is not going well. Surprise surprise.

“You have cheated.”

“No way! That’s a classic move! You’re stunted. And losing. Your turn.”

Eyebrows sticks around long enough to see the ghost of Grandpa Patrick. Wonder what he’s up to?

“Tempe! You guys have ghosts? You guys should host ghost tours! Extra money, you know? I’ve never seen a ghost before!”

“Okay, uh, you, uh, friend of Faith’s. First of all, that’s my grandpa. And secondly like, no? I feel like the mob would not like us making money off the ghosts in our yard? You’re weird.”

Speaking of weird – Grandpa Patrick’s still a fan of Mercy’s bed?

“WOO!”

And Grandpa Patrick leaves his favorite victim alone. At least for tonight.

“What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening? What's the buzz, tell me what's a-happening?”

……zzzz…Faith what the fu-….you can’t do that anywhere else?....zzz…

Faith, our obnoxious queen.

I mean, she gets it from somewhere.

“Oh my GOD! Can I get ANY privacy in this house?!”

“Temps wanna watch me do a cartwheel in the yard?”

“Faith GO AWAY!!!”

Mercy continues to rocket up the Military career path.

Her brother Justice also still has his job. Somehow.

“Have a good day at work, dear.”

“What now? You hear a car honking outside?”

The kids happen to bring home the Waters twins from school – a welcome surprise.

“Yo, they really live like this? This is practically a treehouse. I thought maybe with Justice being so famous-“

“Wade, shut up and be polite. Not everyone gets to live in an old saloon like we do. They do have a dart board though.”

“Oh, neat!”

“Excellent Faith. Excelling academically is key to building generational wealth and opening job opportunities. I hope that doing well in school will foster long learning in your life. And positive memories.

If you would like to discuss irregular verbs with me, I’ll be reading, at the kitchen table.”

“Uh…thanks mom.”

“What’s up dude? Long time no see, eh?”

“Yeah, long time since I gave you a knuckle sandwich! What’s up, fucker!”

“FAITH! What the fu-GET OFF…asshole!...”

Tempe takes a more traditional approach to hanging out with his friends.

“Hey, it’s not so bad hanging out in the yard! It’s kinda like camping! OOGIE OOGIE OOGIE!”

Mercy brings home some excellent news – she has reached the top of the Military career.

Once a brave general from the family leads the local National Guard in a strike force against the zombie hordes, the streets will become safe to travel again and the military restriction is lifted.

And she celebrates in the traditional Springs-Eternal way.

“OOGIE OOGIE OOGIE. OOH OOH OOH!”

“We should totally all room together at college. We can paint our toenails, and eat junk food and read magazines – we can get some of those cute battery-powered fairy lights –“

“-and we can plan outfits for dates! I can wear makeup, we can go out as much as we want…shit! College is gonna be fun.”

“You wanna be my roomie at Brainia U? I’ve already got a couple of scholarships – if we room together we can save money on rent. Money we can spend on beer dude!”

“Yeah! And I can have my own computer!”

“…I mean yeah that too. Best two out of three?”

“Did you all know, that according to the physical constitution and energy metabolism in a human body, a person can survive 1-2 months without food? It’s true! Your body would feed on its own resources, if no external calories were being consumed, for that amount of time. The order of tissue death would go: carbohydrate reserves, then fat tissue, then musculature, and finally skin, kidneys, lungs, and bones. A loss of 30% body weight will typically result in death. Isn’t that fascinating?! How grateful we should be, for the food in front of us!

“That is interesting, mom! But you can’t survive nearly as long without water, right?”

“That’s right Tempe!”

“…it’s fuckin weird here.”

“You have no idea, Bettina.”

“Mom, I don’t know if you and Bettina have ever been like, properly introduced? I know you like being stiff and formal and like…that stuff. So uh, this is Bettina.”

“Hello! Yes, Bettina Waters, good to meet you.”

“Hi Mrs. Springs-Eternal! I have a question for you. Uh, a query.”

“Do go ahead!”

“So, you know my ma is a witch, right?”

“Indeed, I do. How is she? I heard she’s been checking in on Koda.”

“Thank you yes, she goes over there every couple of days. He’s the same. But like, I do have a question about that, sort of.

…

I overheard my mom, uh…discussing a theory. There may be some evidence that having an animal in the home, a pet, would be helpful for older people who you know, get the way they get. Like Mr. Springs-Eternal. My mom says that there’s like, magic, uh, evidence that says that if you keep a pet in the home, and that if you give them responsibilities, a job even, that it can help with elders who lose their minds. What do you think?”

“…interesting theory Bettina! Do you have a mind for science? While I know little about the realm of magic, I can see how having a pet in the house can be beneficial for the elderly!

I’ve got some of my mother-in-law’s medical research around here…I know I’ve read that they can reduce stress, lower blood pressure – come come, those papers are around here somewhere. Can’t have a meeting of the minds without having my sources handy!”

“Uh, okay!”

With her BFF distracted, Faith tries to make friends with Wade. It goes about as well as expected.

“Whoa Wade, I am like, not into you. Sorry.”

“Uh, okay cool. Are you going to finish your sandwich then?”

Tempe recouperates from having guests over with some quiet reflection with his journal.

Wonder where he gets that habit from.

“Pets and the elderly. I’d never have thought! I’ll need to do more research myself…”

Max the dog is still around by the way.

Being at the top of the Military career means that the carpool vehicle is a little different for Mercy.

“Ooh! I don’t know if I can get used to this. I’ll go deaf!”

“And you’re sure it’s okay that I accept ride to the central office?”

“I’m the General of the militia Gen. I can give you that clearance! Besides, this is pretty cool, huh? We’ll get there in no time.”

“Mercy, forgive me if I’m overstepping…but do you think we, those in Education, could utilize the helicopters to get incoming students to Brainia U? Transportation has been an obstacle we haven’t been able to overcome, not yet at least.”

“Well sure! I don’t see why not! I’ll discuss it with my people.”

Another snowy day at the Witch’s Hut. Time for school for the teens.

School passes uneventfully, save for the daily cheering for good grades.

“Atta boy Temps! Now that you’re home from school, would you like to read the 217th chapter I’m working on?”

The mood is decidedly different for the 2 adult ladies of the household.

What did they talk about in the helicopter ride home?

…

“You wanted to talk?”

“Yeah.”

…

“…okay. So, today we had a mission…”

“Folks, this is an intelligence gathering mission. The objective is to sweep the area, but also to find information. Communicate any anomalies. I don’t want a lot of chatter. I cannot tell you what we are looking for, but I can tell you that no stone should go unturned. Do you copy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Sound off. Go?”

“Here sir.”

“McKnight?”

“Ready and waiting sir.”

“Asuka?”

“Ready to scope, sir!”

“Okay – engage.”

“I did not know what to expect…I cannot tell you about it really, but…”

“People, talk to me – what are you seeing?...Go? What are you seeing?”

“It’s…it’s not …sir – looks like whoever was here…people were here sure, that’s for sure…evacuated – did they know we were coming?”

“That’s not that helpful Go. What are you seeing?”

“Sir, McKnight here – empty beds. I’m seeing empty cots. In my scope – at least 6.“

“Beds? Cots?...What else? You’re my eyes in there.”

“I’m seeing at least 6 beds here and some sort of…plant growing things? Hydroponic? There’s one next to each bed. This place had running electricity then, and recently too…puddles of water everywhere. I…I think someone was growing things here.”

…

“That’s good McKnight. That tracks with our intel.”

“Asuka? You’re quiet – what are you seeing?”

…

“Asuka? Can you copy?”

“...yes sir. I was heading up the second floor. There’s…there was a fire on the second floor.”

“A fire? But someone would have reported that – someone would have seen a fire.”

“I’m…not sure sir. I’m no expert, but this might have happened some time ago. Maybe a long time ago.

…

The floor has caved in in the middle. I’m sticking to the walls…and sir…there are gravestones. A lot of burned debris. Urns up here.”

“Urns? Asuka, elaborate.”

“There’s at least…7 – the whole second floor – Go, get up here – the whole second floor…there’s piles of burned…umm…I think these have been here for a while. This used to be the old mental hospital, right?”

“Sir! This is McKnight! I’ve found something on the first floor.”

“Yes?”

“It’s a…sorry, I don’t really know medical terms – it’s ah, uh one of those medical bags for blood transfusions. I – I’m sorry I don’t know what they are called. But –“

“A blood bag? How do you know? Is there...is –“

“There’s still some blood in it, and it’s got the type listed on it – A positive. Should I take it?”

“That…why would– McKnight, any other medical paraphernalia around? Is this the only, uh, blood bag?”

“No sir – but there’s a dark stain by some of the beds, on the floor. This is…were there sick people here? Who…were doing something with, these uh, hydroponic growers? I don’t understand –“

“Good work McKnight – your job is to scan the area and report back. The brass will investigate the details. Go?”

“Sir! Some of the ash from the second floor fell onto the first floor.”

“…Unit, you are all getting psych evaluations when we get back to base. That’s an order. Please copy.”

“This is Asuka, understood.”

“Roger, Go.”

“You got it, McKnight.”

“…oh my god.”

“Yeah. I’m still trying to process it.”

“…does this mean that…Mercy, do you-“

“I don’t know Gen. Really, I don’t know. But I think there’s more that I need to do. A lot more.”

“I think I’m going to need to have some space to figure this out. This thing, what we found…it’s huge. And I’m the one in charge of it all.”

“What’s up, trouble?”

“Hi. Can I come in?”

#apocalypse challenge #apocalypse C.O.W.#sims 2 story

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just-a-shy-vanilla-bean · 3 years

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00Q Fic Rec (ft. Cats!!)

I’m always soft for Q/Bond with cats! And there are so many good fics with just that, I feel like they deserve their own rec list.

Kitty Kitty Bang Bang by soufflegirl91

[Teen+] Words: 10K || Chapters: 6/6

Bond’s done. The last mission was a wake-up call, he’s not up to par anymore. Moneypenny could have died. After weeks of moping, help comes from an unexpected quarter -- his balcony. The old ginger tom’s got a limp, torn-up ears and a scar above his left eye. He also likes tuna and is a very good listener.

A bit of angst but like the tag says, this fic is a warm hug! There’s art and Happy ending <3 I think we all need an emotional support cat like Bond.

Mysterious as a Cat by Castillon02

[Gen] Words: 1K || Chapters: 1/1

Fish likes him, but Chips, Q's other cat, ignores him resolutely. Bond can't figure out why.

Angst alert!!! This is going to hurt, but it’s so brilliantly written it’s worth a reread.

Work Hours by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite

[Explicit] Words: 7K || Chapters: 1/1

“It was an emergency,” James says instead, resting his hip against the desk and crossing his arms. “One of our children had an upset stomach this morning and I thought seeing his father after a trip to the vet would help matters.”

Cats will be cats, after all.

The way Q interact with his kitties is absolutely adorable in this series! James pretending he doesn't care but he's just a big Ol'softie and he cares A LOT about Q's cats awwwww <3 Bonus smut ;)

Of Cats and Mortgages by SvengoolieCat

[Teen+] Words: 6K || Chapters: 1/1

In which Q is brought offerings of murder cats, keeps losing his pens to a certain kleptomaniacal agent, and is generally oblivious to/confused by Bond’s attempts at catching his attention.

General MI6/Q-branch shenanigans! Funny and adorable. Jack the cat is everyone’s darling.

Ada, Tesla and Turing by TheGoodDoctor

[Teen+] Words: 1K || Chapters: 1/1

In which there are cats, bets and gifts.

Basically Bond gifts Q Blofeld’s cat (like we all secretly wanted him to!) Lots of fluff and humour!!

Cat burglar by cherrygoldlove, nebelkaehe

[Teen+] Words: 4K || Chapters: 1/1

Q’s cat is a bit of a thief... with an underwear kink.

What it says. Cute and kinky. Bond using parkour to chase a cat it’s hilarious and such a Bond thing to do!

Chirps, or the Feline Foes of James W. Bond by midrashic

[Teen+] Words: 6K || Chapters 1/1

James Bond is fluent in English, Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Arabic, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, BSL, and, just for fun, Esperanto. He never thought he’d be adding “Cat” to that list.

Or, the one were James Bond has a new mission: babysit Q’s cats while he’s away! But don’t let the seemingly funny and lighthearted premise fool you, this fic gets deep.

#james bond #00q #00q fic #00q fic rec #fic rec #bookmark #long post #me post

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maliciouslycreative · 3 years

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How I played damage control to an anti in a small anime fandom and may have led to her ultimate downfall

I know I had a really nice write up of this at one point but oh well. I’ll spill more of the tea in this one because honestly the tea was so hot.

There are a few things that I have to give context to first. Gaia online was like THE mega forum of the 2000s, you made a little avatar and through posting and doing other activities on the forum you made money to buy clothes for your avatar. There were forums for everything but the fannish portions were really what drew in most of the people. The anime I was into was Beyblade. It was a shonen anime about fighting with tops that were possessed by the spirits of magical creatures. The story was honestly pretty average but the characters were fantastic and the fandom is to this day still one of my favourites. The series had a primarily male cast and didn’t even have a female lead until the second season. This led to the fanfic for the English fandom being about 70% canon/OC, 10 % canon m/f, and 20% slash. The most popular character in the English fandom was by far Kai Hiwatari, the loner badboy of the team.

Also before we get started I would like to add that one of my best friends was neck deep in this and the two of us were more or less fandom married. This is the same friend that I fake dated, had feelings for, and she nearly got me into kpop in 2011 so like if you haven’t read that story please read it too because it will give you a good idea of how stupid I am and how much of a fanfic I have truly lived.

To set the stage I was 16, soon to be 17 when I joined the fandom and it was 2004. In September of that year I wrote a humour longfic that became an absolute smash hit and I found myself somehow fandom famous. It was around this time that I joined Gaia online. I made my little avatar and immediately went looking for the beyblade thread so that I could make new friends. I found the main thread, made my little introduction and at the end of it mentioned that I was a slash writer but I supported all ships. This is where I met C. She had declared herself the authority on Beyblade in these parts and I had just committed the crime of mentioning slash which was very obviously not canon and we did not discuss in this thread because we only discussed canon things. I was like well that’s a bit severe but like sure whatever I just want to hang out and have fun.

Oh boy did I have no idea what I was in for.

C was a year older than me and unfortunately that made her older than the majority of the fans at the time. Her favourite character was Kai, and she was not shy about talking about this fact. She stanned Kai above all other characters, and often at their expense. She was also a fanfic writer of a popular canon/OC series. Actually, she was so full of herself that she didn’t even call herself a fanfic writer, no her stories were in fact novels and were apparently very good. I never read them. But more on that later.

Eventually the slash fans got tired of her being rude to us in the general thread so we made a Beyblade slash thread. There was a core of like 8 or so of us and we honestly had sooo much fun. When C would be too unbearable in the main thread the people from there used to come over to our thread and we’d chat with them about non slash stuff because we were honestly all multishippers and just wanted to have fun. We’d get comments like “wow, I’ve had more pleasant canon het ship discussions in the slash thread than the regular thread”. We never worried about C coming over and getting upset about comments like this because she refused to be associated with anything related with slash lmao.

I tried my best to keep the peace between C, myself, and the rest of the fandom because ultimately I hate being in fandom drama. I just want everyone to have a good time. I’m a people pleaser. Unfortunately my newfound fame put me in the awkward position of being the most fandom popular person in our small community aside from C. Virtually every fan that read fanfics that came into our thread knew one of us or the other by reputation and C HATED this. Especially because people would come in to the thread, recognise me and go “oh my goodness I love your fanfics!” and I’d be super sweet with them and it’d lead into “I can’t believe how nice you are, I love you” which would lead to us crying at each other. This was not the kind of fan interaction that C got, no her fans were more kind that were there to praise her and worship her like a deity that had blessed them with some gift. Rarely did they tell her how kind she was.

Back in the mid 2000s there were really commonly those commercials (usually by Christian organisations) asking people to sponsor say children in Africa or to help build schools or provide drinking water. You all probably know the ones; know the language that they used in those commercials. My fandom wife, who I suppose I shall call wifey because yes we were THAT couple back then, once said that C described her fics like those people described donating money to save the lives of Children in Africa. So we used to joke that her fics were so good they’d save lives in Africa. Looking back at it all, she almost had a very fundamentalist Christian approach to bringing people into her fanfics. She of course tried to get all the slash people into reading it. None of us read canon/oc fic mostly due to our poor treatment at the hands of their fans and creators. Getting fed up I one day told her that if she would read any one of my fanfics that I would read the entirety of her novels. Yes, I was willing to commit to read a couple 100k of canon/oc fanfic that I’d never touch normally if she would even read one of my 1k 1 shots. Heck, I had a fic even that shipped 2 minor characters so she didn’t even have to sully herself reading about one of the main characters. It was honestly a good deal in her favour. I kept this up until the day we all left the fandom. Sometimes I do wonder if her fics were even ¼ as good as she claimed, but I will never know because she refused to read my fics.

She wasn’t all bad and a tyrant all the time. As long as people kept the conversations on track and didn’t come in to the thread saying things like “KAI IS SO HOT ND T3H BEST N I AM GUN 2 MARRY HIM” she stayed mostly civil. It was always hilarious watching InuYahsa or Naruto fans try to come in and bad mouth Beyblade because they’d unleash the dragon and C was great at chasing off undesirables in the thread.

The real apex of goings on though on Gaia was the guild drama. So guilds were like exclusive themed mini forums within Gaia. Anyone could buy one and run it however they want, as long as it still adhered to Gaia’s ToS. C of course was the owner of the only Beyblade guild. The fandom wasn’t really big enough to support 2 guilds so we just kind of let it go. Technically she allowed people to post slash fanfics but like everything had to be explicitly tagged and there was absolutely no slash RP. Wifey and I controlled a handful of minor characters together in the forum RP and definitely used to try to push the boundaries a little bit. Some ambiguous flirting here, a stray comment there. It was such a fragile balance though because C was heavy on the ban button. The active portion of the guild was just people that were in the cult of C and worshipped her writing.

Understandably the other slash fans and myself were getting disheartened by this. So we pooled our funds together and decided that we’d open a second guild that though it was run by slash fans we would welcome anyone into our ranks. We just wanted to have a fun place for everyone to hang out, and to hopefully run a few events out of. In hindsight, we should have seen what would happen. When we opened the guild, with me as the guild leader, it was like somebody blew up the whole dam protecting the delicate ecosystem we had cultivated. Every single person in the Gaia fandom that was not a zealous follower of C applied to be in our guild and left her guild. We of course figured that we’d attract some of the gen population but we did not expect to accidentally poach all of it. All of the moderators were getting messages from people thanking us for giving them a place where they could say whatever they wanted without fear of getting their faces ripped off or banned.

C lost her shit. She was so mad that we went behind her back to ruin her guild. We literally had to show her posts in the very public slash thread that we had been planning this in public and that it was not to ruin her life. We just wanted a place where we could freely post slash. The two of us had some spicy comments back and forth and then she dropped an absolute bombshell on me. Since Gaia’s mail system is terrible I unfortunately no longer have exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of “Ok, you win. I’m going to close my guild.”. Us slash fans had never been doing this to win anything. We had never been competing. We just wanted a safe space to be ourselves.

C never joined our guild. The fandom slowly faded out within the next year anyway. We weren’t getting new content so naturally people just drifted into other fandoms. C kept up with the main Beyblade thread for a lot longer than most of us but eventually that eventually faded into obscurity too.

I learned a lot about fandom bullies from those days. But honestly the thing that stuck with me the most out of everything was that if you provide a positive safe space for people they will flock to it. It may seem like there are so many hostile people out there, but there really aren't. They're the minority but they just make sure that their voice is the loudest. The best way is to ignore them and just do your own thing. The bullies just want attention and if you don’t give it to them and prove to them that their opinion doesn’t matter to you then they’ll move in and find something else to yell at.

#malicious musings #stacey's adventures in fandom drama #lol #honestly it was such a fucking wild time #if i think of any other specific instances of drama i'll add them #god i wish i had screenshots of some of what went on #but sadly going through archived gaia posts is easier said than done

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bisluthq · 3 years

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I think it's ridiculous this adoration for Pete made by you and some swifties here (I'm sure these anons are swifties), like this guy said so much shit, he's disrespectful, a disgusting human who talks nonsense but uses the excuse of being just a "joke "but since he has mental problems it's ok, he has a free pass to be an asshole

I don’t have “adoration” for him OR ANY CELEB like they just entertain me and shit dude but yes he… is a professional comedian… so makes jokes and basically all comedians make “disrespectful” jokes at various points. That’s comedy. You don’t have to like his style of comedy or him as a person and you certainly don’t need to give him a free pass for anything - in fact you could say “because he’s sick he shouldn’t be in the public eye” and I wouldn’t disagree. Don’t watch his specials, don’t click on articles about him, deplatform the guy. There’s a case for it there.

However I do think young very online people are gonna have a problem because you guys find like… all comedy disrespectful and what you find funny is like people lip syncing to songs which is not even that funny lmao? Like obviously there are some hilarious comics like up and coming now but the shit people get upset about is bizarre and the shit ONLINE Gen Z finds funny is so toothless and silly and just DUMB that I worry for the future of the world. Like there’s a lot I like about Gen Z but then I go on TikTok and see what they find funny and I’m like 🤦🏻‍♀️

Back to Pete - bestie you don’t have to like him or any celeb or comedian or anyone ever. You also shouldn’t EXCUSE anything on the basis of identity. You can EXPLAIN behaviors dude - in Pete’s case idk how his mental illness explains much like they’re unrelated issues - but you should NEVER excuse it on that basis. You should have YOUR OWN LINE for stuff that bothers you.

No one is perfect. Not Pete, not Ari, not Taylor, not me, not you anon. People aren’t fucking perfect. It’s up to you what you like 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#nat talks pete d

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angeloncewas · 3 years

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oh goodness - I must legitimately be living under a rock, because I’m embarrassed to admit I really had no idea there was toxicity regarding mcc, haha. 😭 I knew there was some controversy regarding Hbomb’s glitching during HitW, and the hilarious (I’m so sorry, but I was in stitches) infamous Philza Ace Race misdirection - but other than that, I realize I’m kind of in the dark about it all.

I don’t go on twitter much, myself - only to boost artists I love on there when I see they’ve uploaded something new on other platforms, so that’s probably a reason I hadn’t seen the backlash. I’m wary of twitter in general, too. as far as tumblr goes, I only really follow analyses blogs, since I’m mostly interested in the dsmp storyline and not in mcyt as a whole.

oh! I digress - so sorry to ask you this, if you’re not particularly knowledgeable on it - but what exactly is it that causes the controversy? would you say it’s just fans’ competitive nature when it comes to rooting for their teams? (I’m honestly feeling a bit like Aang from atla right now - woke up from my 100-year nap to utter war and chaos among the nations. and, like Aang, I’m utterly confused and frantically looking back-and-forth trying to figure out what happened. it’s both incredibly funny and simultaneously anxiety-inducing.)

no pressure to respond to any of this, by the way! as I said, I’m not too knowledgeable on the situation, so if this is likely to open a can of worms definitely feel free to disregard the ask.

mm, regardless, I hope you’re having a great day / night! :D

WOW ! I mean good for you (/gen) but you definitely have been living under a rock lol. I hope it's been cozy. I used to be dsmp-only too, but then I got swept up in the cc world. Stay strong out there aifjedkf.

Anyway, yeah. I really can only speculate what the root of the issue is. While competitiveness surely plays a role, I honestly think it has less to do with that and more to do with the pre-existing animosity I mentioned. When fans of H talk about Dream, for example, they feel like it's fair and just retribution for what Dream said about H - which is significant enough on its own - but I actually think it goes deeper than that, because there has to be some reason why people pointed out Dream specifically and not the other ccs involved.

I'm always cautious about saying stuff like this since it's common knowledge that I like him, but Dream is easy to hate. When someone's already admitted to cheating in an event-thing and has a somewhat spotty past, no one bats an eye when you level more and more accusations against him. His fans get defensive, then get called crazy or stupid or blind sheep, and the cycle continues.

People have been arguing that Dream is too competitive and has ruined the event for other players, which to me feels like too much speculation of other ccs personal feelings. A little slash parasocial if you'll pardon my use of buzzwords. But that isn't to say that I don't understand the other side. They're the downtrodden, the underappreciated. Their ccs are overshadowed and their opinions are ignored. They feel like Dream gets away with everything while their ccs get neg tags trended every other day. It's infuriating, I get it.

I don't know if this makes any sense. I like most of the people (ccs and fans) involved and I don't think any of this is really important or worth arguing about, but it's already happening so that's that. The fandom is restless and finger-pointy and every time one side gets upset, the other side tries to defend themselves, and so on.

(Sorry if this doesn't make any sense :') am kinda out of it. I hope you're having a good day/night as well and that this isn't causing too much anxiety or anything - remember to take care of yourself !!)

#angel answers #floriqly #discourse #fandom critical #negative #mcctalk #long post

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pugh-bug · 4 years

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Scott Lang x reader

Chapter 2

I apologise this is a long chapter but domesticated Avengers makes me happy. If you’re reading this it’s meant to be a slow burnnn so enjoy the burning, the Tony x reader friendship and Thor being domesticated. If you like unsmashed lamps this chapter may be hard for you to read I’m sorry.

Warnings: none. unless you count archers breaking things.

You opened your weary eyes but everything was still black. Something warm was brushing against your face. You were warm... and in bed. ‘Please tell me I’m in my own bed.’ Without moving your splitting head you had no idea who could hear you until the unmistakable voice of Thor replied ‘It’s your own.’ He sounded amused. Somehow you felt well rested and more tired than you’d felt since Scott kept you up all night showing you card tricks, all at the same time. Although out of all the occupants in Stark Tower, Parker tired you out the most. The child. He was lucky you liked him.

Groaning you rolled over and face dived into your pillow clenching your eyes closed. Of course it was your bed. No one else’s smelt this good. Unless you’d gone nose blind as that weird advert went. ‘What day is it?’ You felt ridiculous asking but wasn’t this how you were supposed to behave? Youth? because Peter was in the minority being so morally well adjusted.

‘Sunday.’ That voice woke you up. ‘Y/N we can leave if you really want to sleep for another hundred years,’ you finally opened your eyes to see a much happier Scott smiling at you. Next to him was a smiling Thor glancing outside at the blue sky like a bird and a Peter looking apprehensive. You weren’t sure what as wrong with him he didn’t have the worst hangover of all time.

‘Come on get up,’ Scott spoke to you like you were five which just made you scowl... like a five year old. Looking mockingly scared Scott raised his hands up in ‘defeat’. ‘Okay don’t get up. I’ll just eat all the delicious pancakes Thor made myself.’

Thor snapped out of his bird watching trance to grunt before nodding ‘Yes. I’m afraid they are delicious.’ What did you do to deserve such generosity? And how could you resist pancakes? Oh but bed or pancakes?

‘These are amazing!’ You exclaimed (you had chosen pancakes). Thor grinned at your compliment as you ate like a rabid dog. Scott closed all the kitchen cupboards - he was such a dad sometimes - before leaning on the worktop facing you. ‘I’m glad you like them ,’ Thor remarked before finishing his breakfast and going to presumably get a shower leaving you with your favourite ant and third wheeling spider.

‘S- so I have an assignment due next month which is gonna take forever but Mr Stark-‘ as Peter launched himself into a long winded story about homework Scott caught your eye and smirked. You felt as if you were speaking in code. He watched you listen to your friends tangled tale with as much enthusiasm as you could muster despite your hangover. It seemed to amuse him.

‘And I was thinking who do I know that knows a lot about this sort of stuff? Y/N but I didn’t know how to ask y-‘

Scott gave you his best: can-you-believe-this-shit look and chuckled quietly keeping his eyes on yours. You smiled back but tried not to laugh - not wanting to upset Peter. Scott wasn’t as used to him as you were. He must have felt ancient beside someone as young and sprightly as the kid because even you felt middle aged in comparison. Luckily Peter had the attention span of a little child so before Scott could even try and think about asking him to leave he was off. Where? Chasing butterflies and doing something you did not need to know about.

You swallowed your words before they came out once Peter had left you and Scott alone. He was washing up and you weren’t even bothering to offer to do it instead. The hangover brain was strong and you didn’t even remember drinking never mind being pissed. Just as you watched him wash the final plate Scott turned to look at you. ‘You don’t even remember what you did last night do you?’

Oh fuck. Shit. What did you do? What could you have done? How could Scott tell you didn’t know? Was he turning into a psychic because of the quantum realm? It wouldn’t surprise you. Less and less shit did since moving to Stark Tower.

‘No. How can you tell? Have you absorbed Charles Xavier’s powers?’ Thank god the panic didn’t show in your voice for a change because otherwise all those oscar worthy performances you gave in the shower would have been a waste of time. Scott’s face pulled into a smug smile as he sat down at the breakfast table you hadn’t left.

‘Oh poor Y/N,’ he pulled a mocking sad face and used his creepy high pitched voice you hated. ‘Is someone confused?’ He was revelling in having the upper hand for a change.

‘Funny. You’re funny. Now tell me what I did or didn’t do last night before I throw this plate at you.’ You both knew you would never throw a plate at his cute face. It wouldn’t be worth the lecture of Steve on manners either. Steve. What could he possibly teach you about manners - they were fucking impeccable?

‘That’s not asking nicely.’

Your stomach contracted slightly as you could almost visualise the two pathways the conversation could lead to. His eyes were burning into yours with a new intensity you’d never seen in Scott before. It made your mouth dry and you cheeks burn up slightly. You felt like you’d been shoved into an oven without warning.

‘Fine,’ he refused to break eye contact with you and it was infuriating in a way. You willed him to stop as if he could in fact mind read. ‘Please just tell me what happened.’ Normally you only took this tone with Tony, you couldn’t help but wonder if in a weird way it meant you were getting closer to Scott. Atleast more comfortable. That would help you make less of a spectacle of yourself on a daily basis (not that that wasn’t fun but- ).

He told you that it wasn’t as bad as everyone was making out but you had decided to play beer pong with Thor and lost. Badly. You’d apparently cried when Clint said he didn’t want to play just dance and stormed off like a grumpy toddler who couldn’t get her own way.

‘Jeez,’

‘I know. You’re classy.’

‘I can be classy!’

Scott snorted at your outrage, downing the last of his orange juice while you sat in mock disbelief. ‘I’ll believe that when I see it.’ Okay noted. Scott didn’t think ripped fishnets were classy. Interesting. His ex wife was classy - ah let’s not open that door.

‘I didn’t throw up did I?’ You finally asked the burning question every hungover Gen Z member had to ask. He ran his hands through his dark hair but you refused to let your eyes linger for too long. ‘No you didn’t.’ This was followed by a cat like stretch he seemed to revel in performing. You heard the bones in his wrists crack and narrowed your eyes at him because you couldn’t think of what else to say. He didn’t seem interested in speaking either, he was blank. Fuck it. You knew when to let a conversation end.

‘I’m gonna shower.’ and as you left Scott alone in the kitchen to find the bathroom empty you smiled: if Scott had been 18 he would have said ‘without me?’ and thank god he wasn’t. You liked your older men immature in some ways (the fun ways) but pick me boys you could not abide. Scott was certainly not one.

After you’d sucked any joy out of showering dry by obsessing over how sad Scott may or may not be about his ex wife (or if he wanted advice) you dried yourself. You were 18 what advice could you have for the man? Middle aged men did seem to come to you for advice despite your own doubts and lack of experience. When Steve had been left out of a mission because of another fight with Bucky you practically became his mother consoling the drama queen. Tony called it ‘hilarious’ but you had a different word for the experience. That being said you wouldn’t mind listening to all of Scott’s problems on a loop on a fucking tape but bias is bias.

The walk to Tony’s obnoxiously large living room was short from the bathroom. The sound of the cold tile against your bare feet was all you could hear for a moment before the sound of-

‘Shit. Shit!’

Clint.

You entered the crime scene cold and confused, your wet hair was dripping cold down your back making you shiver. Stood in front of the tv flaming at the nostrils was a pissed off yet guilt ridden Clint Barton looking down at his handiwork. Lay on the floor was the lamp you’d bought Tony for his birthday. Smashed.

Nat was scowling at the archer lecturing him on how to carry things like a cross teacher. Wanda, Vision, Bucky and Steve were less concerned. You weren’t concerned at all it was a fucking £10 lamp. ‘Nat it’s fine it was an accident it’s just a lamp.’ You interrupted her scolding which gained you a sympathetic smile from Clint. His eyes said thank you. Nat did not seem convinced but swallowed her pride and calmed down anyway.

You scanned the room until your eyes met Scott, which you knew you needed to stop doing so often. There they were. Pointing back at you : a mixture of humour and the sadness you couldn’t stop noticing even if no one else did. You caved first and smiled at him. It was impossible not to.

‘Are we forgetting he’s a millionaire?’ Scott laughed at his own comment.

‘Excuse me, billionaire.’ Tony revelled in correcting people on how much money he had. How many cars he owned was a fun one too or how many times he’d redesigned everything in the house because he was ‘bored.’ Nat rolled her eyes in your direction which you quickly returned.

‘Really? Billionaire?’ Scott couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His voice was so high and his eyes were so wide you just grinned at his adorable face. Bless him. He knew nothing about Tony’s empire. What no one wanted was Scott’s lack of knowledge to end in a long speech from the billionaire about his life story. No one would stay for that.

‘I bought you churros. You said I had to pay for everyone’s.’ Scott sounded as if he could cry, so naturally everyone laughed. Even Vision. You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen him laugh before, it was so sweet. ‘Well I’m sure you’ll survive.’ Tony’s signature eyebrow raise was code for I’m-better-than-you.

Once everyone got up to get drinks and choose a film Scott snaked his arm onto your shoulder startling you. Everyone was on the other side of the room and no one was looking. There was a chance Tony was to see if you made a fool of yourself but you could live with that. ‘You jump so easily,’ he was not wrong. Everything startled you. ‘Did you know how much money Tony made?’

His hand left your shoulder, making you fight the urge to sigh in disappointment from the lack of touch. He sounded genuinely curious. Why he was fixating on Tony’s money you did not know. He didn’t steal anymore.

‘Everyone does. Why are you so interested? Are you planning a heist?’

Scott’s face changed. He was stood so close to you if either one of you moved there’d be no space to breathe. You wondered if he would ever fucking notice your ‘little crush’ on him or if it would continue like this forever. Would that be so bad? No. It would make more sense.

‘If I was you could be my accomplice.’ He sounded so confident. Of course it was a joke but still .. you? A criminal?

‘Hmm ... I think Nat would be a better choice.’ He smiled down at you as his hand found its way back to your shoulder. His touch, even in a non sexual way, made you feel like putty.

‘Sure she can come too. You’d be better company though, she’s a bit scary.’ You both laughed and then he was back to the sofa with the others. It took you a moment of standing around like an idiot taking Scott’s words in before you could join them.

Better company. Better company. Better company that a Russian assassin? Did that really mean much?

Taglist: @supraveng

#marvel #marvel fandom #scott lang x reader #scott lang fluff #scott lang #ant man #marvel x reader #thor #tony stark #peter parker #the avengers #marvel fanfiction

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braveandsnipe · 3 years

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power rangers dino fury episode 6 : superstition strikes thoughts

it’s rant o’clock (don’t worry, there’s a good mix of positive/negative + some other broad discussion points)

i really like mucus, which is surprising since i never really have any investment in the villains.

speaking of villains, what exactly is void knights plan (or do we not know?). like usually in the first episodes they’re like “i want to take over the world” or whatever, iirc, void knight just said he wanted the sporix.

where did zayto get the hat?

something about this episode and last weeks (moreso last weeks) is that the characters who the episode isn’t about are pretty “nonexistent.” idk, maybe i’m just noticing it now, but last week i didn’t know if amelia had any speaking lines out of the suit (she did). i guess that’s kind of the point, since they’re not the main focus of the episode, but for comparison sake, a lot of dino charges focus episodes still had the core cast actively doing something alongside the focus character. in 1x09, it was a riley focused episode, yet each other character had a small individual moment. well anyway, that was more of a last week thing. it did improve this episode, but i never really talked about it. (that was long, whoops)

ngl, this was probably my least favorite of the six episodes so far, it’s not bad by any means, however, the cause of the conflict (superstition) just isn’t really my thing. (also, i’ve just been feeling ick lately b/c school sucks, so that’s probably affecting my judgement)

nevertheless, there was still a lot i like about this episode

the main ‘lesson of the day’ was surprisingly topical (which i hate /j)

there was no jane/jborg

i like how they didn’t make ollie a complete d*ck to amelia. a lot of their dynamic comes from their disagreements and there was a lot of opportunity to make his disagreement worse and/or make him cross some line. and even though they have their differences, it’s clear they still care about each other, which is nice to see.

im going to be a b*tch for a second, but if ollie is so smart, why didn’t he take the bucket off his head 😔. like don’t get me wrong, it was hilarious, but like it wasn’t stuck to his head.

when izzy called javi’s line cringe :((( (because i would’ve done the same thing lol)

i liked the villains plan this episode and i like how they somewhat succeeded. it was actually smart.

y’know, some people say power rangers needs to stop being like it was in the 90′s because “time has changed,” but then are upset when power rangers adapts things from today? like ill admit, some of gen z “culture”/trends are cringey, but like so was some of the sh*t in the early seasons that have become outdated or are just straight up cringey. at the end of the day, it’s a show for kids, and that stuff (for the most part) appeals to kids. (ill probably make a more in depth post on this topic)

#evolution revolution #power rangers #power rangers dino fury #dino fury #*#prdf

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I’m personally not a tinhatter, not because I don’t see the shitty marriages, but to me Jensen and Jared just have such a bro-y vibe. They act like all the typical straight guys I know. To each their own though.

I think what Jared and Gen had used be genuine. They seemed like they were mostly happy, even if they did try to show off a bit in my opinion. I think like any relatively famous couple, it fizzled out, it happens with normal folks too so why not these people who barely saw each other during the first decade of their marriage? But Jensen and Danneel? Oh boy, I kind of do understand the tinhatters when it comes to those two. Jensen looks like he really can’t stand her, especially in interviews, there’s just no chemistry. At least Gen and Jared know how to (mostly) fake it. Were Jensen and Danneel always like that?

That’s where I’m at, they just seem like brothers from different mothers to me, but that’s just my opinion.

I don’t know if Jared and Gen were ever genuine, but they at least used to be better at faking it. Maybe they were happy in the beginning, but now it’s just sad. To me, the fact that they’re pushing so hard to try and prove how in love they are and how happy they are tells me the opposite. Happy couples don’t have to push and boast. Look at JDM and Hilarie; do they post mushy things sometimes? Yeah sure, but it’s never forced and it’s not all the time, it seems natural and real. Jared and Gen have to remind everyone constantly that they’re married and happy and that their family is goals and it seems like they’re protesting a bit too much.

I can’t say much about J and D because they haven’t really been doing anything together lately. I know in some interviews they almost seemed like they had just had a huge argument and were trying to make it look like they weren’t upset.

#grumpy answers #anti genevieve #danneel ackles #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #Anonymous

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genshin fic: goodbyes in advance

Title: goodbyes in advance

Synopsis: The evening before the end, Zhongli and Childe have one last dinner together. (Zhongli/Childe | Chili, 2.6k, gen.)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Note: This fic was written and posted before the 1.1 update, so some aspects may be a bit outdated, especially concerning what Childe does-or-doesn’t know about Zhongli. That said, I hope you enjoy it anyway!

AO3 Link is here!

It is a shame, Zhongli finds himself thinking as the food comes to his table, that Ningguang has summoned the Traveler so soon. His friend is gone, albeit reluctantly, and Zhongli holds no ill-will to the interruption: but there is food now at his table, and no one to eat it with.

It is a fine spread of food, too—truly, this place comes well-recommended. Zhongli taps his finger on the table, thoughtful, trying to think of a solution. A memory strikes him; he tilts his head, thoughtful, and then turns to the street.

“Childe,” he says, raising his voice just a little bit. It is hard to see the other man, but he is there, somewhere in the shadows. He has been there, three paces back, for most of the day, sneaking close by for almost as long as Zhongli and the Traveler have been running about the city. “How fortunate. I don’t suppose you’ve eaten yet?”

There is a silence, weighted. In the deep shadows of Childe’s hiding spot he is almost invisible, expression unreadable. Zhongli sits, patient, and meets Childe’s eyes without faltering. He waits.

After a long moment, Childe laughs. The sound is sudden and too abrupt, but Zhongli does not mind it. This is, he knows, simply how Childe is.

“Is this your way of inviting me to dinner, Zhongli?” Childe says, and at last steps out into the light. “You should have told me sooner! Or asked me out properly. I would have gotten dressed for the occasion.”

“There is no need for that,” Zhongli replies, simply. “This is not the tea house. There is no dress code that needs following.”

“Were you waiting for me?” Teasing, light; Zhongli pays no mind to the words, and instead watches as Childe sits beside him. Good: he has accepted the offer, and this food will not go to waste. Zhongli nods to himself.

“No,” he adds, belatedly, when he realizes Childe is waiting for an answer. What a strange question—but far be it for Zhongli to remark on another’s oddities, he supposes. “I had invited the Traveler out to a meal… but forces have conspired against us, it seems. For a moment I was worried I would have to eat alone. So it is good you are here.” He reaches for his chopsticks and then pauses at the look on Childe’s face. “Hmm. You look… have I said something strange?”

“No, no! Just… you are very blunt.” Childe laughs, though that doesn’t mean much. Childe is always laughing.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” Zhongli says. He takes some of the food, and takes a quick, neat bite; swallows, and adds: “You were watching us the whole day—surely you saw the Traveler leave just earlier?”

There is another silence, heavier now. Childe says, with that rare bite of coldness to his tongue: “Haha. So you noticed, huh?”

“Hm.” Zhongli tilts his head. “Was I not meant to?”

“…And you have no thoughts on it at all?” Childe sounds skeptical.

“Thoughts?” Zhongli echoes, and smiles a little. He has many thoughts on it. None are of import. Childe will one day bare his blades and seek to rip the gnosis from Zhongli’s chest, and this is a certainty as unchangeable as the tide Childe is bound to—nothing Zhongli thinks or says will bear weight against it. Childe is a name tied to a contract, and if there is one thing Zhongli understands, it is contracts.

He is not angry. He is saddened, perhaps, by the inevitability of it, but just as Zhongli’s words will not sway him, neither will Childe’s betrayal give Zhongli pause.

“I suppose,” Zhongli says, after some thought, “that I think I am lucky, for now you are here and we can eat together.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

Childe laughs, a little disbelieving. “You’re bizarre.”

“That’s rather rude,” Zhongli replies, and takes another bite of his food.

He waits. Slowly, Childe reaches for his own chopsticks. He takes some food. He eats.

Zhongli smiles.

“Mm, this is good stuff,” Childe says, after a moment, and reaches for another plate. “Ooh! What’s this?”

“Ah, wine-fermented sweet rice balls. I ordered them for the Traveler, but…” He shrugs.

Childe snickers. “Aw, that’s right. They can’t drink alcohol, huh?”

“I have been informed they are, quote, ‘seventeen and three quarters, which is close enough.’ Unquote.”

“And instead you order them wine-fermented rice balls. That’s hilarious.”

Zhongli shrugs again and takes a sweet rice ball for himself. For a moment they sit in silence. The night air is biting with a coastal chill, and a low fog has started to drift out from the docks; their only warmth comes from the flickering glow of the restaurant lamps. It is a wonderful night. The crowds are thinning and the murmur of voices has gone soft. Childe’s eyes wander the streets, never settling—he takes in everything, the sky, the lanterns, the buildings and the people, the flowers blooming bright and blue. Zhongli watches him, in turn, watches the way Childe looks at this city, the way his eyes skim over it.

“Tell me,” Zhongli says, abruptly, “what do you think of Liyue?” At Childe’s startled and somewhat wary look, he adds, “Hold back no expense. I am truly curious.”

“What, where did this come from? Didn’t you ask the Traveler this already?”

“I have indeed. Their response was honest and heartfelt.” At Childe’s raised eyebrow, he hums. “They are fond of Liyue but Mondstadt holds their true affections.”

“You don’t sound upset at all.”

“No. It is not unsurprising, in hindsight, for a traveler to be drawn to a land of freedom.” He laughs, quietly. “I confess, I suspected it would be so—but I could not resist asking them. I have a friend in Mondstadt, and I suppose I hoped for something to tease him with for once… but it is no matter. I know their thoughts—now I am curious as to yours.”

Childe actually takes a moment to think about it, and Zhongli is grateful for it. He studies Childe’s face again as he waits, and frowns in sudden realization. There is the barest hint of shadows beneath Childe’s eyes; and the lantern light barely seems to catch in his iris at all. In this moment of silence Childe looks almost tired.

But there is no time to react, nor for Zhongli to even start to consider what to do about it, because then Childe snaps his fingers, one hand framing his chin, and says, “Ah, well—I don’t dislike it.”

Zhongli considers this. “But you do not…”

“I don’t know it well enough to say, I suppose,” Childe remarks.

“You have been here a while, surely.”

“As long as you’ve known me. So, say… three weeks? A month? Give or take.” Childe shrugs at Zhongli’s raised eyebrow. “Hey, I know how it sounds. It’s just…” He pauses, a little. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been so focused on the job I forgot to take a look at the sights… haha. Pretty sure there’s a saying about that.”

Despite everything, Zhongli finds himself disappointed. “You are that eager to finish the job?” he says, quietly.

Childe looks, for once, actually uncomfortable. “I—it’s really more that I’m eager to go home.” He fumbles with his chopsticks, posture terrible as always, and says, almost under his breath, “Can’t even really look forward to the fight anymore. Ugh, such a chore.”

Zhongli pauses, considering that. It is… not what he had hoped for, admittedly, but all the same is more than he expected. It is a disheartening thought, to realize that for Childe, Liyue is little more than a means to an end—but at the same time, a touching notion, that despite everything something about Childe’s time here has soured the deed he must fulfill.

Zhongli is no fool; he knows it will change nothing in the end. Childe will strike for Zhongli’s heart and Zhongli has no mercy even for friends-turned-foes: he will strike back with the same deadly force. But it is… something. Something he takes and tucks away in his memory, to recall in brighter moments. That something here has stayed with Childe. That perhaps his time with Zhongli has not been meaningless.

“Sorry,” Childe is saying. “I can’t imagine that’s what you wanted to hear.”

“It is not,” Zhongli allows. He pauses. “But it is… thank you, Childe. For your honesty.”

“Honesty,” Childe echoes, and laughs, and then reaches for the food like his own reaction has startled him. Zhongli watches him, a little saddened. He will miss this. He will miss him. “Anyway, on a different note. I’ve been meaning to ask, why the spread?”

“Hm?” Zhongli blinks, taken out of his thoughts. “Ah. It is nothing grand, just… we have finished preparations for the rites. I thought to celebrate.”

Childe grins. “And then your friend was stolen.”

“Summoned,” Zhongli corrects, dryly. “It is no matter. They could not have foreseen it, and you are here, anyhow—I am not dining alone.”

“Company makes food taste better, or so I’ve heard it said.”

“It does seem to hold true.”

“Haha, is that so?”

“Mm.” He breathes in deep, taking in the atmosphere: the luring words of the storyteller, the star-dotted sky, the dark night and dim-lit lantern glow and the warm, spicy scent of their food. “It’s been some time,” Zhongli reflects, “since I have been able to do this.”

“What, eat?”

Haha. “Eat with a friend,” Zhongli corrects, amused. “It has been…” He makes the mistake of trying to think about it, and finds himself trailing off. For a moment there is an echo of a memory that he—that he had not intended to recall, and it quiets him.

“A while,” Zhongli says, at last, and he is no longer smiling. He closes his eyes.

“A while, huh?” But Childe has read the mood; his tone too is subdued. He is silent. Then he sighs, heavily, and leans back in his chair. “Well, I suppose we’re the same in that regard.”

Zhongli opens his eyes, curious and a little pleased. He is truly lucky this night. It is rare for Childe to offer anything about himself, let alone his true thoughts, and Zhongli takes a moment to treasure the honesty. “You, as well?”

“Ah, not with friends, per say, but…” For a moment Childe seems caught—torn between the secret and the lie and whatever truth he wants to say—and Zhongli sips at his drink to buy him time. The words finally come. “My—my family. Back home.”

Zhongli blinks. “Oh?”

Childe makes a face, but there is a twitch at his lips that might be a smile. Zhongli stares, fascinated—is it true? Is it genuine? It is unlike any expression he has seen from Childe before; it must be. “Mm. My dear, chaotic little siblings.” He snorts, and for a moment he seems… warm, in a true way. Zhongli puts down his cup. “I’d make them dinner every night and they’d try and thank me by burning down our house for dessert. I mean, nothing against Liyue, but sometimes the meals here just feel like they’re missing the chaos, you know?”

“You must miss them terribly,” Zhongli says, blankly, taking in the warmth on Childe’s face and the quiet fondness of his smile, the distant look in his eyes as he speaks of the family left behind—or held hostage?—and for a moment Childe’s smile flickers, startled, at the remark.

“…I do,” he says, after a long pause. “But it’s no matter. I’ll see them soon enough.”

Zhongli says nothing. It is a sweet sentiment, on its own. But the implication is unmistakable, and all it does is remind him. Once again, once more: Zhongli is out of time. After this night, events will begin to spiral out of motion. Soon, the charade will end—their weapons drawn—and one of them will not walk away. One of them is not going home.

Something of his thoughts must show in his face, or maybe it is that the mood has turned too somber for his liking, because Childe’s next words are cheery and bright, almost jarring after their previous topic of conversation. “Anyway, where were we? Dinner? Man, on second thought, how much was this? I suppose I’ll have to pay for us again.”

Crass though the subject change may be, Zhongli can play along. Besides, he’s actually rather proud of this. He straightens in his seat and holds out a hand. “No need,” he says, taking a deep breath against the previous thoughts. He digs in his pockets and after a moment he places his wallet down on the table, triumphant.

There is a long pause. “Gods,” Childe says, looking a little wide-eyed. “It exists.”

“It exists,” Zhongli agrees.

“You could sound a little more self-aware. Just a touch. A minute dash of shame.”

“I truly don’t intend to forget it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“In any case, I remembered it tonight.”

“A monumentus occasion.”

Zhongli laughs a little, unbothered by the ribbing. “It is indeed,” he says, and smiles at him. “So celebrate and eat your fill, my friend.”

Childe doesn’t answer right away; his eyes are on Zhongli’s face, and his expression is neutral. Zhongli blinks, his smile fading. Childe looks away.

“I think I will,” he says, thoughtful and loud and silencing whatever Zhongli plans to say, and the moment passes them by, too quick to catch.

The conversation tapers off after that, lulled to silence by the good food and the storyteller and the things the both of them cannot yet say aloud. In the silence, in the moment when Childe looks away and cannot see him, Zhongli closes his eyes and breathes out a quiet exhale. Is this truly how it ends? Is this where they say goodbye? How many more days do they have—how many more nights—until it ends? It could be that tomorrow the ruse is up, and Childe dons his mask; it could be as soon as the dawn that these quiet moments become their final.

Zhongli has lived too long with regrets, has learned painful lessons of the ache that echoes when there is no time to say goodbye. He is aware enough to know that this goodbye, too, is unlikely to make it hurt any less—but even so, Zhongli thinks, such things must be said. At least once. Even if only ever once.

“Thank you,” Zhongli says, into the silence. Childe looks up. “For your company.”

He does not say, tonight. It is not just about this night. It is not just about the other nights, either. Perhaps he is thanking him for all of it. He wonders if Childe understands.

Childe’s smile flickers and fades, but it is not a loss. The expression he wears—neutral, tired, duller than his smile—it is not warm, but it is his. The true name, the true face: the friend, the one Zhongli has been getting to know in bits and pieces, the person he thinks he will miss when all of this is over.

“Yeah,” this person says, this friend with a name Zhongli doesn’t know. “Yeah. You too.”

It will not last, he knows: soon, so very soon, this illusion will shatter and all their debts come to call. But for now they are together, and even if tomorrow brings back the blades of war at least for tonight there is peace.

And whatever happens, Zhongli thinks. Whatever may come—

He simply hopes that one day, in some distant future, he and Childe can be together like this once again.

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