#It has to be a fucking snowman I don't take no for an answer

[iwasbored777]

"DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A FUCKING SNOWMAN, GABRIEL?!"

[postsforposting]

JESUS CHRIST IT'S THE PEANUT GALLERY

Heroes have a rogues gallery

But Wade sees the fourth wall, so he has a PEANUT GALLERY

We don't talk to him so he went and found himself one who talks back

We the gallery are who the universe revolves around because without us Wade's world ends. We're the anchor beings! Logan came from the peanut gallery, HE'S US.

He's god, the author of his universe.

The Worst god, because he didn't help his world, wouldn't tell anyone he cared, and a lot of kids didn't get to grow up because of his revenge spree for an attack on those he claimed were his people. His, but not enough that he'd help them, not enough he'd talk to them, not enough to stop him from doing the same thing that was done to him.

God absolutely deserves to be thrown out. He's a failure who ruined his own world.

But just like all of us, he could choose to change. To recognize he did wrong. It's the least he could do. Because it's necessary in order to change.

God wouldn't and then couldn't save his own world, because it was better off without him after what he did.

It was a hell of his own making.

But he's us. That hell is our world.

We're Wade looking for help in all the wrong places. Waiting for Jesus to fix it for us when it's up to us.

Are you there, god? It's me, Margaret. Papa can you hear me?--

--Conversations with people who aren't there. Him to us. Like a prayer.

Prayers go unanswered. We can't talk to him. We set the narrative and we won't save him.

He replies: Bye bye bye, I'm gonna do it myself, and if any version of you actually loved me like you say then you would be here with me. You wouldn't have done it in the first place.

Wade only has one world, and even if he doesn't matter to it he's still going to save it. Who matters when they just watch? When they're not there? When the Omega herself created the problem? That's the stuff of legend, but not in a good way. Some things are just beyond forgiveness until the next life.

But this world--our world--doesn't regenerate.

Who still thinks this movie was just a silly little fan service sex joke?

I mean, it IS... gay sex saved the world. Logan's abstinence let his world down. It would have destroyed Wade's too.

....

We're the peanut gallery that the world revolves around. Abstinence would destroy ours, too. Only by giving a fuck can we save each other. It takes someone who's hung with big balls to build a snowman that feels like home.

To see god in each other. To gain forever by fucking god, together. To finally find a god who'll answer your prayers.

Hey Ryan, are you there? i just wanna TALK--

[stocious]

i was tagged by @jrooc, @suzy-queued, @mybrainismelted, @energievie, @spacerockwriting, @creepkinginc and @dynamic-power to do this weeks' tag game! thank you!

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:  um, my name doesn't nickname well aside from kaka(n). but i had a friend in denmark who called me cake too, that was cute.

🗺️ Where are you located? swedenland

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? it's cold as balls and snowy as fuck. UGH.

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: i don't really do anything different. i just buy all the christmas foods and stuff my face for the entire month.

🥧 Favourite holiday food: probably (graved) salmon. google tells me thats a nordic thing though.

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? are these like christmas drinks? i've never had either. JULMUST (christmas must).

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? ham!

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? cabin i guess. for the vibes.

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? i mean snow is okay, but when it snows for days and days and days it's just like, okay we get it. enough. but at the same time it wouldn't be winter or christmas without it.

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? snowmen, snow horses, snow cows, all of the things. FORTS? hell yeah.

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? i wish i knew how to snowboard but skiing i can do.

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? nah, i don't have anything up. i guess i have to because we just decided we're spending christmas in my apartment this year.

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? nope.

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? i don't think i've read any holiday fics tbh.

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place?

i have no idea! i don't watch hallmark movies, or holiday movies, actually i don't watch movies much. i've worked every christmas for the past like, 10+ years. there's no holiday spirit in this house. it's just another day. (this is also the most depressing answer ever but it is what it is.)

i think most of my mutuals has been tagged so have this hug instead. 🖤

[pekejscatbed]

Take my Lungs (4/4) | Craig x Kenny

Info/Warnings:

high school AU, profanity, mentions of death & dying, Stans mystery man is revealed :), Kenny uses he/she, Tweek uses he/xe

1/4 | 2/4 | 3/4 | 4/4

south park masterlist

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Kenny's night at the theater is uneventful and boring; there hasn't been a new movie showing in weeks, meaning business has been slow as ever (how Kenny's employer can even afford to pay him at this point is a mystery, but Kenny can't say she's all that interested- not when she knows her next paycheck is just around the corner). There are a few regulars who show up, some who would rather watch a shitty movie then talk to their spouses or take care of their children, and some who just genuinely have nothing better to do.

Sighing, Kenny pulls out his non-name brand phone and checks the time, rolling his eyes at the 7:00 on his phone screen. Only five more hours of this shit. She sighs again.

———

Around 9:30, a familiar face walks up to Kenny's little ticket booth.

"You never answered my question, McCormick." Craigs voice is still as monotone as ever (He has Kenny's bag slung over his shoulder- Tweak Bros closes in thirty minutes. Usually Tweek drops her bag off, as Kenny doesn't get off for another two hours).

"Never said I would, Tucker," Kenny grins, "just said I wanted to talk."

Craig flips the blond off, sitting her bag on the ground.

"It does hurt, to die. Some ways hurt more than others; some don't hurt at all- not physically, at least. Fucks with my head, though. Remembering my deaths hurts the most, because no one else does; sometimes I dream about death, have nightmares where I relive dying over and over, and I wake up in a cold sweat, heaving until I'm lightheaded. Sometimes I pass out or die again. I have these shit dreams and even more shit panic attacks, but I can't talk to anyone about them because no one fucking remembers." Kenny's frowning as he speaks, his voice turning into a whisper. "But you do. Why?"

She looks up at Craig, whose face is flat and unmoving. His eyes, however, are conveying a message of melancholy and grief and guilt through the greens of his irises.

"I don't." Craig looks Kenny in the eyes. "I dream about you dying. Before, after- I don't know, but every night I dream about you dying in a different way. Sometimes I dream that we're back in elementary."

Kenny doesn't say anything, just stares, disbelieving. Craig continues.

"Last night, we were in elementary again. You were being thrown around by a snowman with tentacles."

Recognition flashes across Kenny's face and he whispers, "I remember that."

Craig continues. "A few days ago, I dreamt you got pinkeye and turned into Zombie. You died three times in that one. One time, you were crushed by a UFO."

"Twice, actually." The blond finally speaks up, more than a whisper. "I was crushed by a UFO twice, when Cartman got anal probed by aliens."

"That explains a lot."

Kenny snorts. "Nah, man, Cartman's just a major asshole- anal probe or not."

A car pulls up in front of the theater, windows down as a familiar blond yells out, "You coming, Craig?"

Said male shakes his head. "I'll walk. See ya, Tweek."

"Bye, Tweekers!" Kenny grins when Tweek flips her off. "You hang out with Tucker too much!"

Tweek drives away, grumbling about stupid blonds and asshole friends under xer breath. Both Kenny and Craig laugh at Tweeks dramatics.

When Kenny checks her phone again, it's a quarter 'till eleven, forty-five minutes after Tweak Bros closed and an hour and fifteen minutes until midnight- when the theater closes. "Wanna walk around for a bit?"

Craig raises an eyebrow. "Closing early?"

"Yeah," Kenny nods, "no one's in there and I'm bored."

It only takes a few minutes for the blond to close up and grab her stuff, changing back into his hoodie as he does so, then the two are off, walking around South Park as everyone else is getting ready for bed or going to a bar. The almost-adults walk for a while, chatting about whatever random things come to mind, before falling into a comfortable silence. It's quiet for a while longer, until the two end up in their neighborhood, where they find an interesting sight outside the Marsh residents.

"Is that...?" Kenny trails off, watching as Stan and his mystery-no-more guy suck face in a fancy car.

Craig stares at the scene, mouth agape. "Tolkien."

They watch as Stan gets out of the car, bidding goodbyes and goodnights with Tolkien, who drives off with a wave. Then, Stan sees them- his eyes go wide like a deer caught in headlights as he stares at Kenny and Craig, who stare right back. Eventually, Stan mouths to them, "Fucking. Quiet."

Kenny makes a zipper motion at his mouth, then gives a thumbs up. Craig just flips Stan off, who returns the motion before entering the Marsh house.

The pair resume their walk, whispering theories about Tolkien and Stan, until they reach Craig's house.

"Goodnight, McCormick." Craig doesn't move.

"Night, Tucker." Kenny doesn't move either, staring into Craigs eyes- "Can I kiss you?"

Craig shrugs, pulls Kenny into a short kiss, then turns around and walks into his house.

The blond smiles as she turns on her heel. Time to interrogate Stanley.

[descaladumidera]

“Nobody Asked About My Writing” Meme

I got tagged by the wonderful @amethyst-noir, so you all get unnecessary infos about my current WIPs thrown in your face. And as I am, currently, able to write and share my fics, I shall even do this meme.

Answers below the cut, 'cause this got long.

 1. what are you currently working on?

I have three WIPs right now that I'm actively working on. Which. Is insane. 'Cause usually I have one and then I might throw a one-shot in-between writing chapters. But. Yeah. So, today I've finished the next chapter of like lead in my heart and I'm about to edit it. I've also started the sequel to give it 'til i beg (give me some more), so … I'll hopefully finish that at one point, so my Fratt peers get more juicy dom/sub action. And then I have started to actually write a little something that I've only thrown into a Discord before in the form of a quick idea. It's titled Five Times Frank Fucks Matt From Behind and One Time He Wants to See Matt's Face. Yes. That short. So. Yeah. I'm currently writing the first chapter, but have outlines for all the chapters.

2. summarize your current project

like lead in my heart: NWH rewrite with a twist. Local horned vigilante takes on a more prominent role in Peter's life during the events of NWH and after. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: Matt tries to avoid Frank after what happened in the first part. He is not very good at that. Five Times: Exactly what it says on the tin. Frank fucks Matt five times from behind and the last time he wants to see his face.

3. summarize your current project poorly

like lead in my heart: Local horned vigilante gets too involved in teenager's life. And then he fucks the teenager's doppelganger. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: Too embarrassed to function and also too horny to function. Five Times: Too much fucking, not enough talking.

4. describe your favorite character or characters

Matt Murdock: Gets fucked over by life and personal bad choices again and again and again. Needs some hugs and lots of therapy. He also has very interesting alternate versions from other dimensions. Frank Castle: Got fucked over by life royally, meaning his wife and kids died in front of his eyes. Decided the best coping mechanism is killing the scum of the earth. Also needs therapy. I don't recommend hugging him, though.

5. post a line from your current project without any context

like lead in my heart, chapter 8: Peter needed Tony Stark, not Matt Murdock. give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel: And then he had jumped out of the window, like the mature adult he was. Five Times: Things like this were never planned.

6. how do you get through writers block?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

7. would you want to live in the world of your current work?

Abso-fucking-lutely not! The Marvel universe gets attacked approximately every 0.2 seconds by something or someone that can kill me and my loved ones with one thought and I would rather eat chalk.

8. briefly discuss your outlining process, if you outline

I do not outline. Outlining means that my brain goes, "Oh! So we're done with this one, onto the next idea!" and I'll never write it. The only "outlines" I do are when I ramble on about an idea in a Discord or to friends and then decide to flesh it out and write it.

9. what is the aesthetic of your current project?

I. I don't know what that means? I mean, like lead in my heart is kinda action and found family and romance and everything all in one, I guess? The other two are basically PWP, more or less. Maybe there is a bit of plot.

10. what song sums up your current work the best?

like lead in my heart

give it 'til i beg (give me some more) sequel

Five Times Frank Fucks Matt From Behind and One Time He Wants to See Matt's Face

Tagging: @atypical-snowman, @jeromesankaraao3, and @kimmycup. And whoever else wants to do this!

[cascadianights]

Fucking hate this sundown country

Hate that I can't even go for a walk

When building up to feeling safer to go on just a walk has taken years

Without being shadowed by a cop for over an hour

I told myself I was being Ridiculous when he sped by at 50 in a 25, that he clearly had somewhere to be and wouldn't return

Then again and again and again, and I'm trapped under the lights of the main street because at least there there's enough people to hear if I scream

(I try not to think of the study that showed most people assume Someone Else will help and ignore it) ((I try not to think of the literal car wrecks and things I've seen that support it))

Phone is only at 20% so I don't know how long I'll have something taking video - I brought my dog, and don't have cell service (one of many bills I can't afford), so I'd almost left it behind

Who would bother me in such a quiet town, and who would I call anyways but the

Cop drives by again, directly in front of me this time, very slowly. I keep my eyes down. My dogs flannel coat swishes, only a few inches from the ground

I was once walking on a side street at night, friend trailing his hands along metal stands and fences, and one stopped us to ask what we were doing here (university campus) and if he was trying to steal the hoods?? Off the parking meters??? He's native

Deep breaths. Talk to your service dog, watch her check in on you every block. Be glad that this is on video because it'll make you look more like a real human being in the court footage. Who doesn't love a well trained, small dog in a coat? She stops at every curb to wait for the command to move forward.

It rarely snows in the valley, but one winter we had a gorgeous blanket fall on the town. My friend showed me how to build a snowperson, how to carve and shape the arms and legs and hair. People stopped and smiled, took pictures and applauded it on my little apartment block.

Until the cop came to ask "what are you doing here" and parked at the end of the street when "building a snowman in front of my apartment" wasn't a good enough answer. He stayed until we left. It didn't take long. That friend was black.

Cross the bridge, don't slow down to look at the river even though it's why you came out tonight anyways. An awful week, the death of the cat I got the week I moved out from home over a decade ago & worry over money and health. Walking the dog to clear my thoughts.

The headlights glare down at me, the 5th time now - but I should have time before he comes by again to turn across a parking lot and retreat to my own street without him finding where I live.

The cop walking in gun drawn on a youth in my care, half asleep and waiting for someone to come by and verify simply that he was on the campus. I'd told him he'd be safe. The cops who stayed outside Pulse that night.

The ones who pulled me over just to make sure what I (cheap car from 93) was doing in this very nice neighborhood at this hour again, and again when I'd drop my girlfriend off in high school.

The one my grandmother married because she had no other choice, who'd beat her black and blue and whose bloodline is a streak of red and dead wives who didn't get away in time.

The ones I know can do anything they want to me. The ones that turned butches to stones and children to markers in a back field. The one mental health crisis or meltdown or panic attack I can't cover or mask that stands between me and a bullet.

I made it home safe. My dog can lead me back even when I can barely think straight through the fog. My phone was at 4%. That's good at least. It would've been shitty to die on my birthday.

[lulu-nightbon]

so at the 16th point they meet Big Mama, who turns out to be a giant spider right after turning her bellhop into a bull in a china shop! she vomits at donnie so they can re-contain aerial florida, and then she attempts to kidnap them to use as clowns while keeping aerial florida to make fighters or whatever for her gladiator ring. leo escapes, revealing his brothers know less about him than you thought, which is utterly disappointing, "im just gonna tell myself this is a t-shirt- EUGH-", oh hey look LEO FUCKING CALLED HER BEING ALIGNED WITH SHEEPMAN, donnie reveals he never got positive reinforcement or compliments from splinter... ever, and then they find out sheepman's technically their dad after he drops leo off the side of a roof at raph's command. raph unlocks his mystic powers! also aerial florida's been released again and they don't have anything to capture it. "teenage" "mutant" "ninja" "sheepmen?" *disappointed sighs and walking away* and back to hijinks! (i honestly heard "sheepmen" as "seamen" my first watchthrough- i blame wonky speakers) 1: fnaf 2 2: dad lures the turtles to jersey, which leo has warned them about. fuck jersey 3: donnie relives every nerd's highschool experience of being used and discarded. except it's by evil nerds that want to hack everything. 4: rockstars collapse three pizza places- mikey's favorite, then donnie's favorite, then leo's. raph's survived and got a rock band- there's something to be said here. "where'd it go?" "i think it closed." "my phone says it's open until 10" *mikey sobbing in the background* 5: donnie makes a robotic son, and the other three alter it. it almost kills donnie. second example of DON'T TOUCH DONNIE'S SHIT AND DON'T GO INTO HIS LAB 6: raph can't do math 7: the turtles return a movie 2 seconds before midnight by tricking a wrestler into returning it for them 8: remember the bull in a china shop? yeah he steals the turtles' suits and then steals exactly 1 (one) web from big mama after dancing with her (may i say big mama... you can dance, and you have quite the taste in poses) 9: donnie strikes the fear of god into his brothers with a beach ball (given that this only happens once he increases their intelligence i have a feeling there's something the calc kids aren't telling us about them. and that scares me) 10: mikey goes looking for magic shrooms 11: leo drags a skeleton to a pirate fight against his brother, who is a giant slab of flesh 12: the turtles gain an origami son :D 13: oh hey splinter's in this series 14: the title of this episode is "warren & hypno, sitting in a tree". warren is the gary stu worm, and hypno is the hippo they set mikey up on a date with. they're roommates. hypno made everyone cry (sans donnie, who, like me, is autistic, except we're at opposite ends of the spectrum and he feels nothing). hypno and warren are so sweet to each other and happy together, despite acknowledging that one of them's a far better roommate than the other. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SAY HERE THE IMPLICATIONS ARE PRETTY FUCKING OBVIOUS NICKELODEON 15: "short answer: no. long answer? nnnnnnooooooooooooooooooo." 16: the unicorns eat through wood 17: sheepman stages a mutany with a corpse flower and aerial florida 18: NEW TOY (we need more tribal lord mikey) 19: the evil nerds are back. donnie almost crushes his brothers to death- realistically mikey and leo at least would have cracked shells, gIVE ME THAT TIMELINE YOU COWARDS 20: goldfish 21: salisbury witch trials 22: raph loses his shit 23: youtube clout strikes again and almost drowns raph 24: demolition derby 25: why do you want a hellhound's dog tags splinter what use could they be????? for all you know they have a tracker that big mama uses to find her fuckin dog are you insane?????? 26: MANTIS CAT MANTIS CAT 27: aerial florida killed a snowman 28: pig man meets rednecks 29: this is what happens when actors start taking drugs 30: t r a i n s 31: alright there's enough lore here as opposed to hijinks round 2: hijink 30 to return to paragraphs 

sheep man has reconstructed the dark armor (kuroi yoroi) and needs one part- splinter's beloved teapot. splinter gives it up, not knowing the turtles have escaped, he makes donnie feel something, and sheep man dons the armor and ruins a baseball game (yesssssss slayyyyyy queen) only to be betrayed by the armor, which saps all his power to resurrect shredder! except its not actually shredder because the turtles broke the teapot when they were kids, thank you raph. they then make a deal with big mama, finding out that her and splinter used to be a thing and probably did the nasty, he proposed, and she kidnapped them. he now fights a kraken- except actually leo just uses him as a weapon to fight the kraken, demonstrating perfect knowledge of EVERYONE involved's behavior- they get a collar, and now big mama has control of shredder. also they fucking tickled shredder and mikey THREW A FUCKING BOAT AT HIM. more hijinks!

1: todd is goku 2: finally, confirmation on which one's huginn and which one's muninn 3: shelldon has his teenage rebellion 4: mikey converts sheep man to good- and turns him into a lunch lady. look at that sadistic fucking smile. i love him. this is as far as ive watched, the rest is google- 5: leo plays demon basketball 6: "stop. eating. THE POISON!" 7: oh hey he went to rehab 8: "oh you guys are handsome" LEO YOU'RE FUCKING GAY 9: cookies vs brownies 10: aerial florida endangers sheep man's job security 11: donnie has a crisis over his worth- dw baby i feel you 12: raph gets mistaken for a gang leader 13: sheep man is almost sold off to a police officer's daughter as a gift 14: leo grows hair 15: april learns martial arts from a rat 16: "what else do you have recorded?" "d-uhhhh, don't worry about it" with an honorary mention of "does this place have smoke detectors cuz you're on FIRE, big daddy!" leo. you're gay. NO STRAIGHT MAN CALLS ANOTHER MAN "BIG DADDY", NOT EVEN THEIR BROTHER 17: big mama traps new york in an orb that she obtained from sheep man during the train episode. a crab reveals that he does indeed get bitches, and is apparently great at disappointing women, and the turtles fight, who else, FUCKING SHREDDER, WHO IS NOW MORE POWERFUL. next bits will be paragraphs, as there's lore. 

sheep man shoves the turtles into splinter's head to uncover a way to fully defeat shredder. it shows why splinter initially rejected the hamato clan (his mom). unfortunately, it means fully unleashing shredder... but it also means releasing karai, also known as gram-gram. splinter and sheep man distract shredder so the turtles and gram-gram can escape, that way karai can teach the turtles how to unlock their connection to the hamato clan and magic. they end up in jersey, karai absorbs herself into april instead of dying to finish teaching the turtles, and shredder prepares himself to vampire splinter- but he needs something called empyrean to do it. draxum realizes "oh... THIS was the human threat" yeah bitch, you fucked up. you fulfilled the prophecy. you fucking dumbass. splinter stages a mutiny in the foot clan while the turtles ask an injured big mama for info- turns out she DOES love splinter after all, willing gives the information without anything in return. they win, and splinter casually drops the bombshell of LEO BEING THE LEADER NOW INSTEAD OF RAPH. (apparently raph wasn't always the leader? i thought he was tbh. this being a new development surprises me) now, for the shorts! 1: the turtles race to april's apartment for pizza. 2: throwback to their original weapons- but its a memory of the turtles as kids. 3: donnie makes a sentient bed. 4: raph tries to make a catchphrase. 5: the turtles play basketball with pig man. 6: turns out donnie's a content creator, dresses mikey up as a pickle to scare the shit out of mantis cat and, last but not least, the movie... it starts in the future. raph and donnie are dead- or worse, according to a deleted scene. there's a kid that studied under leo- who mikey sends back in time to save the world from the alien threat. mikey dies in the process- and leo is seen being killed as the kid's sent back. the kid pops out several months after shredder's defeat. leo breaks the pizza stack record, the "roommates" is stealing a key, which is then stolen by the foot clan. raph and leo get into an argument due to leo's ego, WHICH- fair. i don't like that you insulted my baby but it's on-brand. kid goes searching for april, who knocks a bitch out, and the kid's interrogated by the turtles. he explains his story, to which splinter explains that the aliens were here before, but exiled via magic. they're worshipped by the foot, and the turtles obv plan a raid on the foot, which goes fucking horribly and results in the turtles losing their magic to the pink mutated spongebobs. i fucking hate spongebob so make of that description what you will. raph is captured while everyone escapes, sparking a fight between leo and the kid. the aliens find the hideout through raph, and then go after the key splinter and april are trying to destroy. they all get separated in the tunnels, the kid calls leo out on his bullshit, and gives him the trauma of what happened to his brothers. they seek out raph, and the aliens get the key and bring forth The Orb(TM). they board the ship, donnie becomes the ship, they then fight raph, leo says "ok go ahead and kill me then" which is how he brought raph back, and they get their magic back! mikey, donnie, and raph become the targets of Commit Yeet and leo once again is self-sacrificial! he orders the kid to close the portal, destroying The Orb(TM), and mikey finally unlocks his magic to save leo from the ashen gray prison dimension, closing the portal in the alien's face (though not before leo gets the shit beat out of him by a VERY angry alien), leo laments being on staten island, and later they have pizza. the kid finally learns what future leo meant by "grab a slice", apparently has never had pizza and only eaten rats, and then reveals that the foot recruit that splinter convinced to stage a mutiny is actually his mom. and then raph tries to break the pizza stack record.

that's the best summary i can do, spoilers (obv), but i tried to make it memey enough that it's not too egregious. netflix has season 1 and the movie, im watching season 2 on the nickelodeon website, and paramount has both of the seasons. also, be aware- ive noticed (from the clips ive seen, at least) that the animation is smoother in the movie, and they seem to have switched who's doing lighting and maybe line-art, as well. its most evident in cinematic shots, like the ever-famous look of horror leo gives, or the fluidity of the animation during the "raph chasm" clip. it's not too big, but it is a change, and tbh i dig it! they should keep that team if they unpause rottmnt (which i hope they do), or maybe even improve? just a little thing i noticed! idk how much of it you'll actually noticed just watching through or watching clips but it's 100% noticeable to me (maybe background in trying to draw/animate? idk it might just be really small details a trained eye will notice bUT IM POINTING THEM OUT ANYWAY BECAUSE FUCK YOU I WILL MAKE YOU SEE IT) @radiance1 had to put it in two messages

Yooooooooo

Feel like giving a guy a quick rundown of the rottmnt timeline if you're able too-

OKAY so im only 4/13 episodes deep in s2 so be aware that this may be partially from google HFEJKFJNHUAJS but. im gonna describe this as badly as i can because memes are more fun the series starts with them finding this weird-ass dog, which is then kidnapped by two magic bug dudes riding hellhounds that disguise themselves as gym bros with a poodle and a dachshund. they then go rescue said dog and unleash aerial florida onto new york while getting some cool new weapons, none of which they had in the other series- except maybe leo's swords, and donnie just starts off with an impossibly futuristic weapon and takes some crack instead. hijinks ensue! 1: donnie makes angsty fanfic fuel (see: like father, like son by eternalglitch) and they fight a pig to keep him from roasting donnie over a spit in a full POUND of butter. 2: donnie creates fnaf 3: splinter gets sick and everyone loses their fucking minds 4: the cake is a lie 5: Donnie Steps In Dog Shit(TM) 6: "oh papa, if you come out now, there shan't be any consequences!" "don't listen to him, that is a lie! i taught him that one." 7: "oh, don't do it. don't do it." "RAPH NO. NO- RAPH LOOK AT ME- NO. N O ." *wet monching sounds coupled with the other three vomiting* 8: official mascots are cockroaches, support furries instead 9: a worm decides to try to be a gary stu while in fact being completely forgettable. they also set up a date between mikey and a hippo. 10: "okay, so i may have forgotten to mention one thing. only rule in the maze of death is: no mystic powers" "the maze of what now." "okay, TWO things" 11: don't watch skateboarding while trying to fight shoplifters, kids 12: leo teaches mikey about lying on youtube for clout 13: raph is afraid of stuffed animals for a damned good reason 14: the hippo they set mikey up on a date with comes back to evaporate a school 15: the reason you don't break into donnie's lab and touch his stuff 16: eyyyyyyyyy back to the plot!

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 38

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Fluff and snowball fights. Forgiveness is a path and everyone's making their happy way down it. Friendly Steve slander. Hulk interaction!

"So, what now?" I asked, eyes still closed, not resisting the desire to remain under the covers, nested snugly into Stephen's side. On his other side, Tony snored away, sprawled like a starfish in what looked to be the first decent shut-eye he got in months. I could smell the coffee and omelettes from Tony's kitchen and the soft jazz music playing where Bruce was taking care of the breakfast.

It was an unambiguous decision to take it easy after the last battle. Bucky and Natasha had been ironing out the details from the interrogation after Stephen had un-possessed Cabre, Wanda and Loki were itching to get a minute with the mercenary on their own and Veddie, as I started calling my uncle and his symbiote after experiencing the incredibly immersive symbiosis with Venom, hovered nearby in case Cabre would make a good snack.

"What do you want to do?" Stephen's morning voice was, ahem, an experience. He put Corpse Husband to shame and I knew that it wasn't only me who got hot and bothered by it but Tony as well...

Speaking of Tony, I still had no idea where we stood. My engineer had been less than happy about my actions and I thought I blew it. He wasn't as warm and playful, and while I kept telling myself that it was just the exhaustion from weeks of stress and worry, I knew better.

"I don't know. I didn't think this far," I admitted, damn well knowing what I wanted. I wanted things to be like they were - clear, honest, easy. My mother's voice rang out clearly again. I was being childish. Of course I was.

"I'm sure Tony will have my head for this, but seeing as there's no stopping you, I'm sure Natasha and Barnes will be happy to train you," Stephen sighed, his breath warm in my hair.

I blanched, stiffening in his arms, confused. "Where did that come from?" My eyes finally opened to stare at his sleepy face.

His eyebrows rose. "You don't want to..?"

"Be a hero, like you? No," I shook my head, then snorted. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I don't want to go to college just yet, maybe take a gap year. In fact, I want to avoid actual in-person classes as much as humanely possible. And I still don't have a clue what major exactly I want to pursue." I was being honest, prepared to be judged. In-between my three men, there were at least ten PhDs whilst I was only nearly done with the first step of my education.

"So what, it was a one-time deal? Let an alien parasite take over your body for a coupla' hours and then continue with your life?" Tony's scratchy voice startled me; apparently, he'd been awake and actively eavesdropping.

I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but then again, I'd never be. Might as well rip the bandaid off. "I'm not that flavour of stupid," I immediately retorted, heart beginning to pick up speed. My mouth was gonna get me in trouble. "I am not delusional, I know things aren't and won't be the same. I did what I did because there was no other option, I'm not sorry and I will do it again if the need arises. It's not what you want to hear but it's the truth." I paused, well aware that my speech was becoming quicker, I was well on my way to nervous rambling. "I'm not hero material, I won't go on a death march for a rando," Justifying my actions? No. I stopped myself again. "I am sorry for lying. I am sorry for hiding things. But I am not sorry for putting my own ass out there so we can get some fucking peace." I finally settled, fisting my pajama top under the blanket in an attempt to release some of the tension.

Twin sighs erupted from my men, as if their bodies synchronized in response to my stubborn nature. Stephen's hold tightened on me as Tony rolled over, sleepy eyes blinking from the space opposite of me on Stephen's chest. Tony's hand reached for my face, stroking the side of it wordlessly - he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings but his eyes said it all. Tony was sad, hurt, a little bit angry but mostly he was relieved. It was the way he moved - nearly no traces of the tension that had gathered on his face in the previous weeks.

"Natasha should still train you, some basic hand to hand and weapons training, in case someone has it out for any of us. SHIELD's security has holes, you're basically one of us now. Everyone and their mother saw Clint hauling you to the quinjet," Tony finally grumbled, admitting his defeat. Everyone knew that if it had been up to him, I wouldn't leave the tower without an armed escort at all times. Thankfully, Bruce was there to screw on Tony's bolts right each time he wanted to go overboard. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did.

Stephen's free hand landed in Tony's hair, the sorcerer effectively calmed both of us down with his gentle, unobtrusive support. He was far more empathetic than he liked to show. "That seems like a smart idea," He rumbled as my eyes began to drift shut once again.

With each steady breath, my heartbeat slowed and the feelings of guilt and dread began to dissipate. Tony might not had forgiven me yet but I was on my way to inner peace once more. I remembered feeling exactly the same way before our relationship, when every time I took a step inside Tony's lab, I tensed inwardly, shielded my feelings from his eyes, too focused on the outcome I thought would be absolutely disastrous. I had always thought he'd laugh at me, and yet... Laying on Steph's chest, inches away from Tony, my past panic seemed ridiculous.

"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, amused.

I didn't even notice the snort that managed to escape me. "Nothing," I answered immediately, feeling my face heat up. Oh my Loki, what kind of an idiot I had been...

"Sure," Tony's finger poked my cheek without preamble. "Staging a world domination plan, aren't we?" He snarked, much more like his usual self.

"I was just remembering when I was so terrified you'd find out I have a crush on you and you'd laugh at me," I mumbled, willing to placate Tony to avoid any more unnecessary lies and deceit.

Tony, did, in fact, laugh at my confession, but so did Stephen and I am pretty sure I heard Bruce snort from the direction of the archway leading into the spacious bedroom. The bed dipped as the scientist sat down, running a palm over my leg.

"I was pretty sure you would laugh at me," He admitted just as quietly and bashfully. Stephen and Tony only laughed harder. I heard the sound of a pillow hitting Steph in the face. "Let's go, Princess, let's leave the mean geezers alone. I made breakfast."

I could practically hear the pout in Bruce's voice and couldn't resist to comply, leaving a grumbling Tony to stretch and roll out of bed like a disgruntled cat.

"You're older than me, Bruce," Stephen rolled his eyes, I could feel his stare linger on my exposed thighs before Bruce picked me up. My sorcerer boyfriend switched to staring at Tony's bare back, which was an action I wholeheartedly supported.

"Cocky bastards," I stuck out my tongue a moment before we turned the corner and then all I could focus on was the feast of gods Bruce had made for us. The man was really too sweet and too kind, he never ceased to make me mushy and stuff. I stole a kiss, and then another one, and another one, until Tony's whining about the toast burning interrupted our moment.

The bread was fine. Tony was just being himself.

Our phones beeped at the same time - mine being already in my hand, as all normal young people did in the mornings - I looked at the message expecting another assemble and feeling my eyebrows crawl up at Steve's suggestion we all get some fresh air that day.

It had snowed. The whole city was covered in white, crisp snow, and Bucky has been liking nothing but other people's snowman pictures for several days. I suspected the brunette had convinced his boyfriend to take him out to build one or something, but as Steve was known to be exceptionally dense at times, Cap'n Jolly had unanimously decided it was a team bonding-slash-relaxing opportunity.

I relayed my thoughts to my own boyfriends, all of us giggling at Steve's eagerness to cater to his boyfriend and his cluelessness when it came to all things romantic. I was tempted to shoot Steve a text explaining his epic gamer moment but before I could even open the app, Bruce's eyes turned green briefly as he had a very obvious internal conversation with Hulk.

"Is that offer to spend time with Hulk still up?" The scientist asked timidly.

I had a lightbulb moment. "Absolutely!" I replied, watching my other two boyfriends. They didn't even bat an eye, evidently at peace with the green situation. "As long as the snowball fight is had with Thor, Steve or other enhanced individuals." Personally, I had no desire to be flipped over by a snowball the size of a watermelon. Or get any of the pretty but cold stuff under my clothes.

Bruce's responding grin was mostly Hulk.

It was a couple of days before Christmas. I was never one much for the holiday season, but something magical had seeped into me - it wasn't the shiny lights throughout the tower, it wasn't Clint's ugly Christmas sweater and the smell of gingerbread cookies and cinnamon that came from Wanda's apartment. I had no clue what it was, but it seemed to be tied to my boyfriends and Loki and many others who lived in the tower.

Bruce was all but wiggling during the car ride to the park - rationally, I knew it was the Hulk being excited but I still couldn't take my eyes off the usually reserved man. Bruce was happy. It made me smile and hold his hand like we were middle-schoolers in love. The rest of the team pretended to not notice it, or maybe they didn't care, or maybe they had already gotten used to my unconventional relationship.

Either way, Bucky had whisked Steve away almost immediately and I did what every kid ever had dreamed of. As Bruce went to a more secluded space to transform into the Hulk and Tony went to retrieve his thermos of coffee, I ushered Sam over to Steve's car and unlocked it, retrieving his shield from the trunk. It was heavier than it looked but did it stop me and Sam from running up the nearest hill and fighting over who gets to go first?

No, it did not. In mere moments, my ass was being frozen to the metal despite my snowsuit as I parked it inside the shield , holding onto the straps as Sam pushed on my back, hollering "Yeet!" at the top of his lungs, sending me in a steep slide towards where Thor was enthusiastically explaining something to the rest of the team.

"Oh shiiiiit!" I screamed, unprepared for the sudden increase in speed and the surprisingly good gliding abilities Captain America's shield possessed. "Watch o-o-out!" I yelled as the group scattered at the last moment. I heard some strong Russian words coming from Natasha, paired with snorts of badly concealed laughter.

The tree line grew closer by the second but the shield had no plans of stopping any time soon. Whoda thunk that things made of vibranium had all the characteristics to be the perfect sled? Something green entered my field of vision, stopping my crazy train with a grunt.

I answered with an oof of my own. One green palm was securely wrapped around me and the other held Steve's shield. "Hello," Hulk snorted, lifting me up like I was but a feather and setting me on his shoulder. "Puny Princess, don't hurt yourself," He stated firmly as I looked down at him, intrigued by the sudden change in his speech patterns. He sounded almost human.

"Hey, Big Guy," I ruffled his hair. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," He replied, setting me onto his shoulder. Hulk appeared to be completely unaffected by the December cold in his purple shorts. I felt my rear end begin to thaw, such was the heat that he emanated from his body. Meanwhile, Hulk caught Steve's eye, preparing to hurl the shield back to the frowning Captain.

Steve caught it effortlessly while Bucky ignored the interaction whatsoever, caught up in rolling an obscenely large ball of snow a ways from the group, tongue all but hanging out in concentration. I caught myself thinking he was gonna build a snow dick instead of a man and it made me feel...

"Wanna build a snowman?" I asked my green companion, rubbing my mittens in excitement.

The Hulk pondered for a brief moment, adopting that mischievous gleem, eyes shooting to Tony and Stephen who stood regally on the side of the clearing, sipping their hot beverages like the adult men that they were supposed to be. I snorted and Hulk echoed the sound, taking quick strides to a patch of land opposite Bucky. "No," Hulk shook his head. "We build a fort. Then smash," The green bean was all but vibrating in excitement.

Realistically, I knew I was gonna get snow stuck in uncomfortable places and might even get knocked over by an overeager person with super strength. But was I gonna pass up an opportunity to show off my superior construction skills? Hell naw.

It wasn't long before Stephen and Tony wandered off to us and began to pile up snow with a resigned huff, unsuccessful in their attempts to rebuff me ordering them around. In the end, we split in three teams, snow flew everywhere and by the time the battle was in peak heat, all of us were cold, wet and red-faced.

"To the death! BLOOD AND VINEGAR!!!" I screeched, hopping up and down after a series of small rapid snowballs I threw hit their target - Steve had a face full of snow and Bucky wasn't faring much better next to him, having had let a few of them hit him in the chest because he was distracted, doubling over in laughter at Steve's indignant, red face.

"You're bloodthirsty," Tony smirked from my side, dumping a fresh batch of ammo between me and Stephen. "It's hot."

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Chapter One

𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒀/𝑵 𝑷.𝑶.𝑽

Tonight, the moon is extremely bright. The way I could stare at it whenever I feel like is so satisfying. My safe place is the moon.

Except for this fucking Moon.

"YOOO Y/N HAVE YOU SLEPT YET ?!" My older brother shouts from downstairs.

"I KNOW WHEN I WILL SLEEP MOON KEVIN!" I said as I quickly lock my door before he barge in.

"OPEN THE DOOR Y/N! THE BOYS IS HERE !" He said while still trying to open the locked door. As he struggling, I could've heard a 'mwohaseyo~'. Oh my god, this annoying Hyunjae.

After a while, the loud voices have been quiet down. I feel relieved. Suddenly, I can hear a knock. "Y/N? Do you wanna build a snowman ?" And before I could reply, there is another person who answered it. "GO AWAY ANNA!" Then I heard a loud smack. "OMG SHUT UP SUNWOO"

I ended up open my door, finally giving up before more shouting will be heard. Most of them quickly running inside my room. A few of them has already been laid down on my bed. Except for this one respectful guy, Jacob Bae.

"Hey Y/N !" He said, waving his hand to me. I answered with a sweet smile as I adore his attitude. But then, I looked back at all of them, besides Jacob with a cold expression.

"Now why tf are you guys here at literally 11 pm ?" I asked, honestly feeling very annoyed.

"Sleepover..?" Eric said, making me let out a big sigh.

"Pft yea, in my room. Sure." I said, rolling my eyes.

"You have the biggest room in this house sis, don't be like this~," Kevin said, wanting to hug me. But before he could, I quickly go out of my room and close the door.

That dipshit. I can't even sleep in my own room when they're having an sleepover. Just sleep in the living room then , what is so wrong with that ? I quickly go downstairs , being greeted by my mom and dad.

"Hey honey , why are you still awake ? I heard some screaming upstairs" My mom said while sipping her tea.

"Boys sleepover.. in my room" I said , sighing again. I take my seat besid my dad. He ruffles my hair and give me a cup of tea too.

"Just relax dear , it has been long since their sleepover. Let them enjoy their life." He said , while looking at me with a bright smile. I smiled back a little , nodding my head. I'm a soft person with my dad , he is the only one who I could trust in every word he said.

After we talked for a while, they stood up. "We're gonna go back to our room , just go sleep in Kevin's room okay ? Don't stay up too late honey." My mom said , walking away with my dad to their room.

I keep myself quiet. Finishing my tea while humming a song. All of the things on my mind are messed up. I can't even relax for a bit. I sigh again , putting my cup in the sink.

I walk slowly to Kevin's room and open the door. His room are full with music equipments. He called his room as 'Racounter Palace' and I'm the only one who know what the meaning behind it. A palace that have a lot of stories. Every story behind the music is different. That what makes me and Kevin love music.

He never allowed anyone to enter his room except me and our parents. That's why everytime the boys have an sleepover , my room will be the victim. I'm actually are okay with it since I could play some instruments in here.

But maybe not tonight. As I'm very tired from my part time job. Sometimes, I also give Kevin some money to buy an equipment. Well I use it too so why not ?

I lay down at his bed , closing my eyes. And that is when , it's begin .

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Why Don't You Do Right

Snowman 11:10 PM

> Fade from black before Scratch's desk. "James.  We have a situation."

Scratch 11:13 PM

> You look up at her with eyes strained from reading. Why cant it ever be good news. "Oh good, Id begun to worry the quiet would last." > Sit up and prepare for the worst.

Snowman 11:14 PM

"Diamonds Droog's daughter is dead.  Three has killed her."

Scratch 11:17 PM

> Your first thought is that shes not really his daughter, but they never see it that way. "Trace has. I knew he shouldnt have been left alone. I assume hes on his way." > Youre actually a little impressed. Pissed, mostly. But still.

Snowman 11:21 PM

"Yes. Three, Five, and Seven here are on their way here. I will also call for Nepeta shortly. Five has known of it and has been covering for Three, perhaps since it occurred." > You light up a cigarette. "You know what this means."

Scratch 11:24 PM

> You stand and stretch, joints popping dully as you shake the exhaistion from your bones. "It could mean quite a many things, my dear. War, being the foremost."

Snowman 11:30 PM

"Diamonds torched the scene of the crime--a lashing out quite unlike him. Trace has brought war to our doorstep." > Take a deep drag. "It's only a matter of time before the Crew comes to our doorstep as well. Time we have lost a precious amount of while these...fucking imbeciles tucked tail and hid the truth from us to avoid consequences." > Blow the smoke at the ceiling. "If this were the old regime, they would be culled and recycled for parts the moment they walk through these doors. This is the last straw, James."

Scratch 11:37 PM

> That brutality is one of the many things you love about her. And she has a point, in this being the last straw. "A fair point, though humans are far more difficult to recycle than carapaces." > You set about making tea, strangely calm despite the slowly building rage. Maybe its shock. "We'll have to be ready, though preperations for defense can wait until I have all the details. The grievous misstep was in waiting to say anything. Selfish man, we'll have to do something about that terrible personality."

Snowman 11:44 PM

> You lean against the ledge of his desk, arms crossed, as you consider the back of his head. "I do not know all of the details myself.  So far as I was aware until a few minutes ago, there had only been a shadow magic fire that took out a funeral home in the Crew's territory.  I had Three and Five investigating--god." > Click your tongue distastefully. "They lied to me.  To my goddamned face.  Fin made some excuse, said Trace was still... I bet they never even left the comforts of their room.  I cannot... And to tell Clover before me.  Who else have they told?  What were they thinking."

Scratch 11:54 PM

> That pulls a frown across your previously placid face. That wont do at all. "That will be our opening, I should say. Whatever the war ahead brings, the lying must stop." > Your hand grips the kettle tightly, anger rising as steam billows around your face. Lies, deciet, fear, and cowardice to top ot all off. You should have nipped this in the bud before. "How is it such a small man can cause such large problems."

Snowman 11:59 PM

"By getting off as easily as we've been letting them." > You ash your cigarette and nearly miss the tray. "Should have broken every bone in their miserable goddamned bodies after all the backsass and trouble they've been giving us. Especially together..." > Chew your lip. "If only your lot were as easy to reprogram as my lot.  That would solve these issues in less than a heartbeat.  But it never should have gotten to this state in the first place.  How did it come to this?"

Clover 12:00 AM

> Knockknock, knockknock.

Scratch 12:02 AM

> Tea done, you call for him to enter. Though you werent expecting him first, you were expecting him. He likes to get involved,even when he shouldnt.

"Its true, there is something to be said about the faulyt of unruly soldiers lying in thoer commamders. I blame myself as much as them."(edited)

Clover 12:04 AM

> Let yourself in and close the door behind you, hands hooked behind your back and a rather somber expression on your face.

Scratch 12:06 AM

"Stay quiet, stay calm. If you make a scene, youre out. Understood?"

Clover 12:06 AM

"Understood."

Crowbar 12:16 AM

You lead the way to Doc's office. The door is cracked so you announce your arrival and let yourself in, standing aside so Trace can go ahead. You're both surprised and unsurprised to see Clover. You acknowledge him with a nod.

Trace 12:18 AM

> You're on your way, tailing right behind Crowbar. Time for the walk of shame. You pass him, and when you spot Clover on the way in- Urgh. Here you thought your heart - or you, for the matter - couldn't sink any lower. You enter and quietly wait in the middle of the room. Quiet, but far from calm. A stress headache is pounding in your head and being stared down by all three bosses and the guy next to them that probably hates you the most does not help in the slightest.

Fin 12:26 AM

Your face is still red from the slap you got from Snowman. You get inside the office  noding to your bosses and wishing you could hug your husband. Clover is completely ignored for now as you stand right next to Trace hands behind your back

Nepeta 12:31 AM

You finished quickly  throwing on some clothes and trying to wash your tears away. Water doesn't hide your bloodshot eyes though, or the fact that your hair hasn't seen a brush today so far. You look like a mess, fitting to your mental state. You briefly glance at Fin and Trace as you enter the office but quickly look at your bosses instead. Less painful.

Snowman 12:36 AM

You remain poised, leaned against the edge of Scratch's desk, arms crossed tight over your chest.  The cigarette between your lips is smoldering, filling the air with its smoke, but it is not near so smoldering as the glare you send around the room.

Clover 12:39 AM

Fin is likewise ignored as he enters, but for Trace you briefly glance to his eyes before tearing your own away. Nepeta, though, is given a sympathetic look and an attempt at a tiny smile.

Scratch 12:54 AM

An absolute party, and you, the ever gracious and gentle host, will be the one to kick things off, as it has always been. "Now then," You say, standing behind your desk. "Lets start with the facts, only. We can deal with emotions later. As it stands, and as I have it, Trace has taken it upon himself to end the life of Diamonds Droogs adoptive daughter, one Aradia Megido. Resulting in a funeral parlor in crew territory being burned. After this, an investigation of the events was carried out by Trace and Fin. Those are most of the facts, but we are missing some." Deep breath, steady eyes, looking around the room slowly. " Snowman, Crowbar, when were you notified of Traces actions, and by whom. Trace, how many days has it been since you killed the troll girl. Fin, when did the investigation of the fire take place. Nepeta, what was your roll in this. All facts we must add together to have the full picture."

Crowbar 12:58 AM

You stand in front of the door like a sentry, holding your crowbar behind you. "I found out moments ago, sir. I instructed Trace to inform the rest of the Numbers promptly before being called into your office."

Trace 1:11 AM

More people enter, first Fin, and then Nepeta. You turn your head just enough to recognize her, then fix your eyes back towards the front. On the desk, not Scratch himself. You can't stand to face anyone right now, but least of all your lovers. You've managed to drag them even deeper into this. Great. You collect your thoughts to answer to Scratch. "I have killed her on New Years Eve." (Which would be maybe a day ago. No more than a day and a half. This should be the evening or night of the 1st, considering Trace didn't want to wait too long after talking with Kankri.) With that, your response to Doc should have been finished. He's not looking for more words from you just yet, you know that. But if there's any time left to do stupid mistakes, it is now. Quickly, before anyone else can speak up, you continue. "When given the order to investigate, I knew it would be too dangerous, with police and crew about and surely watching the scene. Green would have been more than a bad look. So I told Fin to stay put while I figure out how to approach you with this topic. Nepeta has purposefully not been involved in any of this. The plan was mine, and mine alone."

Fin 1:24 AM

After Trace finishes you clear your throat and answer " I did not follow Snowman instructions of investigating the burned  building , I wanted to give Trace time to talk about the truth to all of you and because as Trace mentions it was a dangerous thing to do"

Nepeta 1:37 AM

You do look at Trace when he speaks, even though it hurts. He wants to talk for you and you aren't sure how much you appreciate that right at this moment. You know he means well but it leaves a small frown on your face. You speak up on your own anyways. "I was unaware about all of this until the day after, when Trace confessed to me.  I should have immediately contacted you but..." But you didn't want to rat them out, even after they hurt you. You don't think you have to spell it out. "I only told Clover. I'm sorry."

Snowman 1:51 AM

You clutch tighter to the inside of your elbow, eyes leveled between Trace and Fin both.  "I knew of the fire shortly after it happened, and had tasked both Three and Five with investigating it, should it prove to useful to us.  I found out about the murder a few minutes ago, when Clover called me and forced Fin into a position to confess to me."

Clover 2:42 PM

Discontent and distaste boils in your stomach as you watch all of them, though still all your expression shows is a deep worry for Nepeta. She's the worst hit here, and she never deserved this. You wish you could help.

Scratch 4:20 PM

You let each of them speak in turn, waiting patiently, logging the information to write down for later. The timeline is slowly filling in, giving you a much better picture. "So there it is, all the facts are out in the open. The deed was done a day or so prior, and it was only today that any of those with actual power found out. Very interesting." You let that sit for a moment as you pour yourself some tea. "So, then, as it stands, of the three of you, none of you are without fault. Nepeta, yours is the least, only in that you told no one despite having the information. For that, consider this your second strike. Im sure Traces actions will find a way to punish you further. Fin, your fault is almost equal to that of Traces. You knew of his plans, allowed them to take place, and not only that, when given an express order from your superior, you ignored it in favor of your lovers instructions. If it was dangerous, if it was a bad idea, then you should have blamed Trace for whatever may have occured. Instead you decided not to follow orders because you knew. You knew what would happen. You should be on your knees, begging for forgiveness, because Snowman will be in charge of your punishment, as it was her order you shirked." Your eyes turn to Trace, thin, icy, a muted rage in their depths. Your gut had warned he would do sometging stupid, but you trusted him.

"As for you, Trace. You dont get hand out instructions. How dare you contradict Snowmans order. If something befell Fin in this investigation, then he should have suffered the consequences doing his duty. The plan was yours alone? Are you an idiot? Did you really think your actions wouldnt effect others around you, especially those closest to you? If you needed time to approach us, all that tells me is that you knew what you did was the wrong move. Nepeta was left out of it? Really? After eveeything shes been through with Droog, you think this incredible offense wont effect her going forward far more than it will you? Cruel, cowardly man, to bring ruin on your own partners" Your tone turns darker. "Worst of all, Trace. Worst of all, is that you left it for us to find out. Fearful of the reprecussions? You dont know fear. But you will. A man who knows fear does not make fruitless mistakes for the sake of his own vanity. It seems our last talk left less of an impression than Id hoped. So let me make this clear. You are going to lose everything. The specifics will take time, we will have plenty of time to go over them. Snowman, please escort Fin and Nepeta out of my sight. Crowbar, stay, I will have need of you."

Crowbar 2:26 AM

You can't help but swallow, your collar feeling tight around your throat as Doc speaks. Even though he deserves it, you empathize with Trace. He is your friend at the end of the day. You fear he will not be the same person for very long. Stepping aside, you leave room for Fin and Nepeta to exit.

Trace 2:30 AM

You listen with quiet horror. Of course, not even a day was good enough. Of course all of it is getting turned against you. When the strike for Nepeta is mentioned, you go as pale as your green skin can. You open your mouth in protect, but you don't say anything. Bullshit. That's. That's not okay. That's not fair. Your mouth closes as Scratch continues with your own repercussions, almost numb to what you hear. A loud ringing takes over your senses. Fuck. You're frozen to the spot. He didn't say that you're dismissed yet. Even if, you're not sure if your legs could carry you with how weak in the knees you feel. From the sound of it, your first punishment may be delivered by Crowbar himself. Great. Not like threatening and punishing your lovers was already bad enough.

Fin 2:38 AM

Your eyes are ringing with the blood that is flushing when you hear about Nepeta's strike. This was not the way you two intended things to go, even with Trace assuming all the blame you know you were there to encourage him and offer him help so obviously you are partially to blame for what happened too but she didn't deserve this at all. You almost miss the moment when Scratch dissmisses you as you were too tense and that shows in the way your shoulders slouch once you have to walk out of the office. As you get escorted outside you take a second to reach for Trace's hand and touch it for a second, you wanted to say so many things but you just softly whisper that you will be waiting for him.

Trace 2:56 AM

Your heart skips a beat when you feel Fin's touch, but you don't dare looking up at him, nor at Nepeta when she follows him. You don't need to see their worried looks. You know them well enough to imagine how concerned they might be about you, the idiot that got them into this, while the guilt over the trouble you caused them is already quickly eating away at you.

Snowman 10:34 PM

You feel nothing much beyond, perhaps, pity for the part of Nepeta, though even that is minimal in light of the circumstances.  Though you are curious to know what will lie beyond this door once it closes behind you, you have other things on your mind: namely, the man already slinking out of the door ahead of you.  Nodding to James, you take Nepeta lightly by the elbow and steer her out of the room, eyes fixated on the back of Fin's head as you walk.

Clover 10:53 PM

Some part of you deeply wants to get up and bolt out the door to follow her, to protect her, to be her lucky charm- but you know there's nothing you can do until this is through. You watch them go until the door closes, and then you watch Scratch alone.

Scratch 1:17 AM

Silence takes the room as they file out, and you find a sort of solemn sadness taking the place of anger. Youd trusted Trace. Of course he was always going to be an idiot, but you never expected...well, it doesn't matter now. "So here we are." You say quietly, in almost a whisper. "You know, however it may seem, Ive always had high hopes for  you, Trace. Youre strong, and  fiercely loyal." Thin, gloved fingers trace the rim of your teacup idly. "It had been my hope to one day groom you for leadership. You have everything youd need, except the brains. Youre not half as smart as you think you are, Trace. You dont know, but you act like you do. Did the thought ever occur to you that I might actually want the girl dead? That there were ways to take her out that may have benefited us all? I hope you understand that youre not being punished because you killed her. Its not so simple." You sigh, looking up to Crowbar and beckoning him over with a sharp flick of the wrist. "You need to learn to think before you do, Trace. That the things you do effect other people. That there are other ways than your ways. I know you hate me, I dont pretend to be kind or pleasant, but I do know what Im talking about. Its why Im in charge, and have been for longer than youve been alive. When I call for your respect, its not because I think Im better than you, its because I have experiences that can help you be better and I want you to learn, I all but begged you to learn. Unfortunately now you have to learn the hard way." You move around your desk, standing in front of it now. "Its going to be a slow, painful process, but with any luck, youll come to understand why this has to happen. Come here, hold your arm out, place your hand face down on the desk."

Trace 3:39 AM

Suddenly the room felt much quieter, despite the fact that barely anyone but him has talked the whole time. Maybe it's also just your senses your senses going more and more numb by the second. What a lecture, all these wonderful backhanded compliments, just as he's about to give you probably the worst time of your life. You're left with a sour taste in your mouth when he mentions all his grand plans. Groom you for leadership. God, just what you need, a job you hate even more. You try not to look around the room much, eyes still fixed on the desk, the very platform that's about to become your scaffolding. You do take notice that Clover didn't leave the room yet though. Does he really want to watch this? Boy, does he hate you that much now. You welcome any thought that distracts you from what's about to happen, but this train of thought leads you to even more unpleasant places. Makes you wonder just how flippant his feelings are, or if he ever really cared about you if he is so easily swayed. You know what is expected of you and step forward. You briefly consider which hand to offer since it hasn't been specified - they're your most important tools after all - but decide on your right one, keeping the one with the ring safe, if at all possible.

Crowbar 8:33 AM

If you're nervous, it doesn't show. You take a swift breath and approach as you are motioned to do. You stand by Trace, a chill running through your veins to numb any sense of sentimentality. You have to distance the personal from the business. Looming over Trace, you turn your attention to Doc, awaiting further instruction.

Scratch 7:42 PM

"Nothing to say? You pleaded so nicely for Fin and Nepeta, nothing for yourself? The bravado died rather quickly once your lovers left, you may want to think about why that is." From your jacket pocket you pull out a dark green marker. Such a damn shame. Not only do you have Trace's mistakes to clean up, you also have to ruin a perfectly nice suit. Whatever his flaws, the boy has has style. You step over to his outstretched arm, eyes wandering up until you find a spot you prefer. Its so hard to stay classy when doing dirty work, but you do what you can. You mark the middle of his arm, drawing a fat line across his sleeve. You think the instructions speak loud and clear, so you pop the top of the marker back on and tuck it back into your pocket. Now you'll see what Crowbar's word is worth.

Trace 8:38 PM

You stay quiet. No, nothing else to say. What would even be the point? Beg for forgiveness? There's nothing that will sway Scratch from his ruling, and frankly you had it coming, right? And the last thing you need is talking yourself even deeper into trouble. You purse your lips and close your eyes, preparing for the pain. You don't need to watch that, you'll be feeling it soon enough. If anything, you're sorry for Crowbar having to do this.  He's stern and hard-working, sure, but still caring at his core.

Crowbar 8:42 PM

You watch Scratch carefully and when he watches you, in turn, you know it is your time to step forward. Gripping your crowbar tight, you focus on the line drawn on Trace's arm. Your heart gives a single empathetic squeeze before the cold steals away your remorse. A job is a job. You plan to do yours well. Without a word, you raise your weapon up and bring it down with a sickening crack.

Clover 8:45 PM

You flinch, just a bit, as the weapon swings down. You don't have the job that he does for a reason- you don't know how to willingly remove yourself from someone you've spent so much of your life with. You didn't watch.

Trace 8:57 PM

A sharp excruciating pain shoots through your arm. You do your best to hold back your reaction lest someone out there hears you. It's not quite a yell, but an agonized grunt escapes you. As the pain dulls, your head starts getting dizzy and you slowly sink down onto your knees before your body can force you. Last thing you want is to pass out right here. You pull your arm close to your body, lean against the desk for some support and wheeze heavily as you wait for further instructions. God, he better not plan to break any more bones.

Scratch 10:09 PM

Your eyes never stray. You watch the crowbar hits its mark, the way his arms snaps like a biscuit under the weight of the blow. This is your order, and you'll see it through. Theres no room to flinch, or to look away, not for you, not for Crowbar. He did well. In a world of self serving men, you're glad for someone like him. "Well struck, Crowbar." You compliment easily, eyes moving down now to Trace as he falls. You have more to say to him, but not here. Not on the showroom floor. "Though I really should  have the other one as well, we'll let that stew for a bit before taking any more. Please escort Trace down to the  holding cells."

Crowbar 10:12 PM

"Yes, sir." You slip a hand under Trace's good arm, hoisting him up to his feet and placing him between you and the door. "Come on, Three," you say, an almost gentle tone hiding beneath the stern command, "You know the way."

Clover 10:24 PM

It's been some time since you felt your heart pound with so much raw emotion that you can't even pin down what it is. Your chin is tilted down to the floor, and you await your father's comment or command.

Trace 10:39 PM

You go along with Crowbar. You have little intention to resist any of that, but his support certainly helps getting up and walking out of the door. Off to the cells, huh. Sure will be an unpleasant night, it seems.

Scratch 10:48 PM

So the curtain falls on another show, well performed all around. The only one who reacted differently than you expected was Clover, but you have your own reasons for wanting him to be here. You turn to him as they leave, stepping between them and him as the door shuts behind them. It was important for him to be here, as far as you're concerned, there was more accomplished here than just the breaking of bones. "My, that was certainly exciting, wasnt it?" You say cooly, tilting your head towards him. You wonder if it was worth it for him. You wonder if he was glad to be here.

Clover 12:20 AM

"You could call it that," you reply with a shrug. Your expression is something around the ring of neutral, and you lean against his desk. Your heart cries at you to chase Trace down to the cells, to tell Nepeta everything as soon as possible. You silence it.  "Word I'd use is tiring."

Scratch 9:19 PM

"Tired, are you?" You move back around your desk and pull out your notebook and a pen. "It seems to me the tiring times are only just beginning. Especially for you and your position so delicately balanced between the factions." You start writing. It will be easier for you to remember all the information if you write it down for later. This is just one of many outrages you have documented.

Clover 9:23 PM

"Shocker, right?" You shoot him a lopsided smile, stare up at the ceiling. "Everything I've worked for is going to have to be rebuilt."

Scratch 9:40 PM

"Hmm. Can it be rebuilt? Thats good to hear." Youre only half listening now, trying to recount things as they happened. You still have to clean Traces room out and also go and see him in the holding cells. "Do you regret being here when it happened, or the part you played in it all?'

Clover 9:46 PM

You consider it for a fair moment, as you often do before you give him his answers. Would you have rathered someone else in your place? Would you have preferred that you didn't act as you did? "....No."

Scratch 9:55 PM

Interesting. Such a complicated boy, this one. Even though he didnt watch, he still preferred to be here for it. "They certainly wont thank you for it." They meaning Trace and Fin, if you have a proper understanding of their relationship, that is. But youre glad he was here, and that he stayed. It shows them how much more hes like you than them. "Ah, just for my own curiosity, when did Nepeta tell you about all of this, and how long after Fin explained the situation to you did you involve Snowman?"

Clover 10:24 PM

"About an hour and a half or so ago I spoke with Nepeta, then immediately sought out Trace. Once I had spoken with Trace, I left him to make the decision if he was going to inform Crowbar of the situation as he should himself and sought out Fin. I found him not long before this meeting was called and called Snowman shortly after confirming he was complicit in the plan."

Scratch 4:18 PM

You make a note of it. An hour isnt bad at all, timing is everything in these matters. In most matters, really. Not that you would honestly know how to punish Clover if he did make the wrong move. Lucky for both of you he's smart enough to know better. "Right. If thats all for now then, you're dismissed. Please keep in mind that Trace is not allowed visitors." Except for you, but you're the exception to all rules, considering you make them.

Clover 4:24 PM

"No hug or gossip?" > Little smile. "I s'pose you've got a lot to do."

Scratch 4:31 PM

You smile, taking a pause in your writing. "Unfortunately you're right, theres much to do. In any event, I didnt think you would be in the mood for a hug, everything considered. Last I recall you were rather close to those three."

Clover 4:41 PM

"You'll get it eventually," you say, the tiniest hint of teasing in your voice.

Scratch 8:55 PM

Honestly, you're not entirely sure what he means. Whats there to get. "What is it I'm meant to be getting?"

Clover 9:03 PM

"Me, of course!" > It's on that note that you turn to leave, humming.

Scratch 10:01 PM

You dont go back to writing right away. Why do you feel like he got you? Did you just get got? Whatever. You have too much to do, and as always both too little and too much time to do it.

Trace 12:57 AM

Shortly before arriving at the cells, you stop. It's hard to think or remember much of the conversation through the fog of pain and shock, but parts are slowly coming back and one hits you especially hard. 'You're going to lose everything.' It's hard to imagine the extent that Scratch means, but if he says everything... you have little doubt that he very much means everything. "Crowbar. Can I- can I make a request."

Crowbar 1:01 AM

You pause. Take a deep breath. Doc might not appreciate you showing hesitation or concern in this situation but he isn't exactly around. Can't hurt to hear him out. You ask, "What is it, Trace?"

Trace 1:05 AM

You wince a little as you let down your broken arm, now without support, as your other digs into your pocket. You pull out a little bundled tissue, inside the rings from your most recent engagement. You hesitate for a moment, not sure if you should really dare to ask. But you're not sure what else Scratch got planned for you and you don't want to put these at risk if you can avoid it. "Could you... give these back to Nepeta?"

Crowbar 1:09 AM

You furrow your brow, taking the tissue and inspecting the rings. Your mouth opens and closes as your mind conjures up conflicting responses. Cold, warm, understanding, curt... You can't decide. With a heavy sigh, you tuck the rings safely into your breast pocket. "Anything you'd like me to tell her?" you ask.

Trace 1:20 AM

That's actually more than you expected. You think for a moment, trying to find the right words. "That I trust her. I want to trust her. I really do." You blink a few times as tears are welling up again. You wanted to tell her yourself, but you're not even sure when you'll get the chance for that. "Thank you.."

Crowbar 1:24 AM

You nod, patting the rings hidden away on your chest. You keep your words of sympathy to yourself but you feel it goes without saying. You continue on your way, regardless of your heavy heart.

Trace 1:25 AM

You follow, at least one little worry lighter, but still too many remain.

[sterekrecrepository]

Do you have any good, in character sterek fics that are over 10,000 words. And if you could keep it smut-less it would be great! I don't mind mentions of sex, but no PWP please :3 Thank you and sorry to bother you. I appreciate the hell out of your blog

Hi, @piebsa​, I apologize if this ask is from a long time ago. I read this blog often to get stuff to read ;) but only semi-monitor the actual tumblr account (since it’s automatic reblogs of other people’s awesome recs). I’ve also never done a reclist of my own before. HOWEVER, you asked so so nicely and I have a handy ‘fav’ tag in my bookmarks…. Enjoy!

12 favorite 10k+ sterek fics (non-explicit)

Extenuating Circumstances by flaming_muse

18k | Teen

Five times Stiles doesn’t believe it when Derek shows him affection (because he’s spent too much time reading stupid things on the internet), and one time he finally listens.

The Price by theroguesgambit

18k | Mature

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Teenage Dream by matildajones

58k | Mature

“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost.–After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him. 

Thank You for this Dance by matildajones

62k | Mature

Derek picks up another glass of champagne, and that’s when he sees him. A man stands at the edge of the room, chewing his lip and staring at the dance floor longingly. Every person walks past him. Derek must have done it a hundred times this evening. –Derek is not one for dancing, but at a ball he meets Stiles, an orphan, and he becomes quickly attached. He does not care what other people think about Stiles’ wealth and status, but it’s a lot harder for Stiles to ignore the comments that have haunted him his whole life.

It’s even harder to convince Stiles that Derek’s feelings are genuine.

Pen Name by rootbeer

51k | Teen

Anxiety (/aNGˈzī-itē/):A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.~~"The set was busy; people bustled about with their various jobs. No one seemed to notice, or maybe they just didn’t care, as the gangly boy looked about nervously. He was all skin and bones, a track of moles across his light skin. He carried a bag across his shoulders, a coffee cup in his left hand and a curious look on his face. There was nothing remarkable looking about him at all, and perhaps, that was the most remarkable thing.”

remember my love by bleepobleep

23k | Teen

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.

By the Hour by janonny

16k | Not Rated (but would be less than explicit if it was)

The one where Stiles thought Derek was a hooker who needed feeding, and Derek thought Stiles was interested in him.

Living a Teenage Dream by lissadiane

19k | Teen

Rumor has it that Sheriff Stilinkski won’t let his stepson Scott date until his other son Stiles does, so when Allison makes the mistake of falling for Scott, her well-meaning (and dickish) friends hatch a scheme to hire someone to take Stiles to homecoming.

Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! by KuriKuri

20k | Teen

Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanart, but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.

The Hazards (and Benefits) of Channel-Surfing on Friday Nights by herbeautifullie

12k | Mature

He’s watching TV over the edge of his laptop when Scott brings up the fact that he’s still a lonely loser in his third year of college without a boyfriend which, while being completely true, is really fucking unappreciated. It sparks a desperate need to save what little manhood Stiles has and, before he knows it, he’s blurting, “I totally have a boyfriend, dude. Shows how much you know.”

How was he supposed to know Scott would doubt him? It’s not Stiles’ fault that someone named Derek Hale really exists. It’s also not his fault when his lie grows legs and runs so far he can’t find it until it’s too late – too late and standing right in front of him, gorgeous and annoyed and not at all the person Stiles made him up to be.

Yeah, this could get bad.

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup

14k | General

“Beacon County Sheriff’s Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles…what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Tabula Rasa by andavs

36k | Teen

The Sheriff shifted, beer in hand, immediately wary of the pair of werewolves on his porch.

“Good evening, Sheriff.” Scott greeted, with an uncomfortable and forced smile.

“Good evening, Scott.” Sheriff Stilinski returned patiently, playing along. “Anything I can help you with?” He didn’t look like he actually wanted an answer, which was fair because they rarely saw him when someone wasn’t on the verge of being arrested or dead.

“This is probably going to sound really weird, but I promise I’m being completely serious.” The Sheriff nodded for him to continue, almost looking pained. “Do you have a son, by any chance?”

“Excuse me?”

[myloveholtzy]

Yes really! You're not trash and to answer the why, it's because I want to get to know you more but if that's uncomfortable for you then you don't have to

Wow! Okay, I’ll do it bc I refuse to get out of bed, so this is a good excuse

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?Sometimes when I question my own existence

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?3 ½? Depends on where I am

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?“Your hair gross…very gross.”

7. What shirt are you wearing?Power to the girls sweater I bought bc I saw Supergirl wear it (im trash)

8. What do you label yourself as?Tired asian lesbian trying to move forward

9. Bright room or dark room?Dark room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?Watching the Great British Bake Off

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?Idk this one? 17?

12. Who told you they loved you last?Best friend of 11 years :)

13. Your worst enemy?Idk like I guess I’m my worst enemy but that’s too real so I’ll say theatre kids at my school

14. What is your current desktop picture?I have 4, Kate McKinnon, SNL cast, Parks & Rec cast, and 30 Rock cast (im trash)

15. Do you like someone?No, no point in getting into a relationship when I’m getting ready to move

16. The last song you listened to?Q.U.E.E.N. by Janelle Monae

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?Angry Orange.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?Angry Orange.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?Wtf weird question. Um I guess Angry Orange? I’d only make him like stop fucking the country and donate his money.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)My long legs lol

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?Idk I’d probably just look the same and I’d go out and see if people treat me differently

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?Not really? I mean most people don’t know that I can draw

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?Like unique thing about me? Idk I feel like I’m always trying to hide something about me.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.Turkey, swiss cheese, spinach, cucumber, and light mayo. Yup, that’s basically my subway order.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?I should save it, but I’m probably not going to. Um clothes/food I guess

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?NYC, it’s basically home

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be???? I don’t drink, but I’ll just pick some random brand of beer that my friends like. They can have my lifetime supply

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? No homophobia

29. What is your favorite expletive?“Fuck”

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?LAPTOP.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?I guess all of 8th grade lol

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!I guess England?

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?Um is it weird to say Carrie Fisher? I don’t have a family member/friend that has died, but Carrie Fisher did a lot of good. It would be amazing if she came back and continued to bring people joy

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?Yup, car crash last summer. Had to go to the ER

37. Have you ever built a snowman?NO. There’s no snow here I hate it

38. What is the color of your socks?Light blue

39. What type of music do you like?Musial theatre, movie soundtracks, and I guess pop? My music taste is trash

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?Sunsets

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?CHOCOLATE

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)I don’t follow sports

43. Do you have any scars?Ya, a lot on my thighs, but they’re fading!

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?Graphic designer

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?Wish I didn’t hold so many grudges…

46. Are you reliable?Yea definitely

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?Do you have a stable job?

48. Do you hold grudges?YES it’s kinda bad, I hold too many grudges

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?Horse and a bird, I want a pegasus

51. Are you a good liar?I think I am

52. How long could you go without talking?Probably pretty long. Few days?

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?This one maybe lol idk people are telling me it looks good but I don’t like it anymore

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?Yup yup, made a cheesecake a few days ago

56. What do you like on your toast?Nutella!!

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?Toriel from Undertale lol

58. What would be you dream car?Uhh idk I’ll just say convertible

60. Do you believe in aliens?Yup yup

61. Do you often read your horoscope?Nope, I don’t really remember to

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?X

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?DRAGONS

64. What do you think about babies?Um sometimes cute? Please don’t ask me to take care of them

[lovesquarebrainrot]

#It has to be a fucking snowman I don't take no for an answer

Stop putting the best part in the tags

"DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A FUCKING SNOWMAN, GABRIEL?!"