#MY BF IS A FUCKING. MAGICIAN??????

[10-31-2011]

i don't know how to make this joke, but I NEED you to know this is the 4th time I've started going out with someone and they've immediately started transing their gender. is it me? am i such a basic bitch whiteboy everybody gotta overcompensate? IM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR COMING OUT BTW THATS AWESOME AND I LOVE YOU AND YOURE MY WEIRD DOGBOY DOGGIRL DOG AND QPPTHING but I just. How does this keep happening. Thats so cool but oh my god

I don't know actually I think it's just a Thing that Happens. If it helps I have like three headmates who came out as transfem shortly after showing up + meeting me which. Is not exactly the same thing but its similar . Maybe it's the energy perhaps. BUT THANKYOU I LOVE YOU TOO!!!<3333 . this is so fucjing funny oh my god

[milestacy]

Miguel O’hara bf headcanons <3

Acts of service. When I tell you this man’s way of showing his love is acts of service, I’m telling you he shows it in no other way. Of course he praises you every now and then but his acts of service would be so grand—taking an entire day off just to tend to you when you literally only came down with a cold. Getting you an entire limo and a private resort and the biggest fucking bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen in your life on valentine’s day.

He knows you don’t speak or understand spanish so if he ever accidentally says something to you in spanish, he curses himself out and translates it to you immediately. If it’s a spanish curse word, he won’t translate it because he doesn’t want to teach you bad words in spanish, that simple. When you ask, he goes,

“nothing you have to know. Focus on the words I taught you. What does ‘mi cielo’ mean?”

“‘My heaven’?”

“Yes; that’s what you are to me.”

And for those who do speak and understand spanish, he definitely calls you names he knows will tick you off, like ‘princess’ or ‘mami.’ It earns him a good laugh and probably a slap on the arm before he apologizes with a kiss on the forehead or lips, depending on how pissed you get.

He doesn’t want you at his workplace, ever. He doesn’t want you to see how angry, frustrated, or stressed he can get when he’s working because he understands how scary he can be, and he doesn’t want you to see that side of him. The thought of you seeing him that way sickens him, but is also one of the few things that gets him to calm down sometimes.

He doesn’t want you near any other spider person if he can help it, and the only spider people he approves of is Gwen, Pavitr, Jess and very very reluctantly, Hobie. He doesn’t restrict you from going to see the others in any way but you know he doesn’t like it from the stern faces he makes when you say you’re dropping by the place outside. (He also knows how well you and Lyla would get along and how much high-key destruction the both of you would cause if you guys met and therefore vows to never let Lyla meet you and vice versa.)

He gives the best massages. You ask him where he learned how to do it and he never tells you.

“A magician can never reveal his secrets.”

“Is that how the saying goes? I thought it was ‘tricks’?”

“Secrets sound cooler. And I’m pretty sure it’s secrets.”

If you’re in college or university and you’re majoring it any science, he would be so eager to help.

“Miguel, I’m majoring in physics.”

“ … you know I used to be a scientist right?”

“Yes, but you dealt with chemicals that altered your—”

“Again, you know I used to be a scientist, right?”

“Yes! But—”

“Scientist. Physics is science.”

He allowed nothing more than a sigh from you.

“Thank you. Now, let me take a look at your paper.”

[wormholephobia]

Ferreol is such a lucky man because on one side he has a handsome bf who takes care of him and makes sure he has everything he needs, and on the other side he has a beautiful gf who carries him like he weights nothing to go on adventures n all.

I’m deadass brainrotted by my Tav it’s not even funny anymore.

For info on his lore: Ferreol was not always crippled, it happened late in the adventure where he tried to save Karlach, got his tail grabbed by a big monster and swung around like a sling until he landed on a pillar. And magick might bring people back from the dead and heal broken bones, it’s a whole different story for an entire zone of severed nerves. Luckily for him, Dammon and him are working on a magic powered exoskeleton. It just takes time because he’s still trying to fully recover. But he’ll be fiiiiiiine I promise.

Also yeah he has two partners, because I do what I want. He’s married to Karlach (Tiefling wedding eheheh, got drawings in progress of that) and (because I do whatever the fuck I want with the lore) Wyll’s Duke status allows him to pick his closest people… his two partners as court magician/bard and bodyguard 8) yes, they all have separate rooms, no, they don’t sleep in their respective beds. Everyone cuddles in the duke’s silk duvets.

[elysianightsss]

SQUISH YOU ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THSI

THE DAY YOU COME BACK MY BF AND I SETTLE ON OUR COSTUME AND WE GO WITH A MAGICIAN AND THEIR RABBIT.

IM FUCKING BUNNY FOR HALLOWEEN 👀👀👀 Of course I’ll share pics when I get it all put together

OH MY GOODNESS THATS AMAZING🤣👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 YOURE BOTH GONNA LOOK AWESOME!!!!

Lumberjack!Techno will be happy indeed

[ef-1]

🚩👹❤️❌️🆘️🚨💄💋🌹🍒!

sooooOOooooOOOOooo I'm 21, my friend is engaged, this is my first experience with one of my direct friends actually going on a wedding journey or whatever the fuck you call it, until today I thought the bridzilla thing was like a myth or a joke or mayhaps a boomer thing I don't fucking know what I thought but like. what is this truly. how many times can one person say "but it's my engagement party" before it's socially acceptable to hiss at them.

It's literally so bizarre. I know this is a stressful time. I understand the urge to want everything to be perfect. I know you want the support and help of your friends but maybe? Don't? Be? A? Cunt? I've known her for years, she's always been so sweet???

She made our other friend cry bc she wanted him to pick up the wine and he replied "sure! I'll head over at 3pm (party was at 7) after lunch with my bf" "ITS MY FUCKING ENGAGEMENT, CANT YOUR LUNCH WAIT" ¿¿¿ ???

I picked up the hors d'oeuvres, she changed the order from the catering company last minute so there was an extra charge, no biggie, I paid for it, didn't mention it to her at all. Picked up her dress. I booked & paid for her hair stylist. We're the same shoe size so for a couple of weeks I went out, tried on a bunch of shoes for her and sent her photos until she found the one. Steamed her dress this morning. She's not too handy with makeup and she asked me to do her makeup, something I've done hundreds of times before to no complaints but today was"kate, you're not doing it right, I want it to look like yours" WE DONT HAVE THE SAME FUCKINF FEATURES IM NOT A FUCKING MAGICIAN. Her sister doesn't drive so a couple of weeks ago I made the 3 hour drive to her country ass town to pick her and her weird husband who would not fucking stop flirting with me up. My friend got his bf who's a photographer to photograph the party for free. I lended her my grandmother's jewellery.

Literally one thing about me is I'll never ever, ever, ever do anything for someone because I expect something in return bc I think that's a shitty way to approach life and you'll hurt yourself when people don't repay you for something they didn't ask for. So I'm not the type of person to regret doing a favour bc if I do something, I wanted to. I had no problem with doing any of the above bc I agreed to do it. I wanted to do it.

What I did not agree to is having to watch her scream at our friend for 20 minutes until he cried. Honestly this should have been enough, I'm not a timid person I should have told her to fucking cut it out and I'm ashamed I didn't.

My nervous system has been literally fucking eating itself. My leg has been completely numb for 2 weeks now. standing is fine, but I literally can't walk without a cane. It sucks. It fucking sucks because people look at you and they mean well always but they can't not look like they pity you when they do. And she'd been disgusting today. Like a genuinely horrible person. And it's her night, didn't want to ruin it so after 2 hours of formalities, when people started grinding on eachother like animals in heat and her sister's husband started eyeing me like the fucking weirdo that he is and i got my 8th "Awwwww Katherine you look beautiful, why don't you dance" of the night BECAUSE I FUCKING CANT MAYBE THIS IS A REHEARSAL FOR WHEN I GET PARALYSED FUCK OFFFFFFFF I HOPE THE SUN FALLS ON YOUR FUCKING HEAD

I went up to her and whispered "hey, I'm just going to head out, the fatigue is hitting hard and I hate when people ask me why I'm not dancing" which is something she knows. Something I've confided in her about a hundred times. When MS fucks my mobility I usually just stay at home until it boils over, she knows this. So imagine my surprise when she literally looks me in my dumb fucking eyes 🧿🧿 and says "kate are you serious? Can't you just hold on a for a couple of hours, what am I meant to do without you." girl at this point? die for all I care.

Her raggedy ass fiance, who I've advocated the dumping of a trillion times btw has the AUDACITY to chase me to the car when my flatmate comes to pick me up with "Katherine you're upsetting her" ¿¿¿¿¿¿ ¿‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽

the wildest part is, this isn't even the wedding, this is just the engagement I just realised maybe despite knowing this friend for years maybe I didn't know her at all lol anyway I looked so fucking good it wasn't even close and I'm so glad I decided not to wear the expensive dress I'd planned on wearing, and maybe this is all a sobering lesson about socially sanctioned behaviour and not swallowing your tongue when someone you love is made to cry

[that-darn-clown]

content and some oc headcanons (although since its my stuff i gues its canon?)

sotts and streech are super shy bfs, not into pda but sometimes they hold hands

Chum is so fucking besotted by Ae they are very cute. Ae will borrow Chum's props and Chum will just. grin like a doofus thinking about it.

sometimes Tumbles just. sits. thinks. i dont know what he thinks about. no one does.

all of them use all pronouns! most of them prefer masc pronouns a bit more, but they dont have gender (hard to have gender where they live!)

hands really wants to bring up the concept of a polyam relationship to Ae and Chum. Trotti tries to hype hands up but is aro so is also Doing Her Best to understand

Master is a little hard to be around, especially on bad days. Streetch has decided to just get used to it but everyone else is not happy about it.

Sotts is a great cuddler! hes willing to cuddle anyone in the circus. theyre really the only one that can calm Master down, even though sotts is terrified the whole time. they get embarassed being physical with Streetch though! it is very cute!

there is Magic in this universe! im not quite sure how to explain it. Tumbles is magical. Streech is magical. Hands is not magical (ironically, given she is a magician)

[duncan-vizla-honeybee]

It's funny how Morpheus can uncreate his own creations. Just a wave of his hand because they're breaking his rules and they are a disappointment to him. But if I wanted to uncreate someone who is a disappointment to me in our reality, it would be murder and then they would uncreate me in prison. What a paradox of real existence.

That almost seven years ago I really did not expect fact, that two kids of my bf from his ex relationship would be so fucking HELL for me... What an ungratefull brats.. A cunt genetics from their real 'mother' that she left them and damaged them. I CAN'T fix it, I'm not a fuckin magician... I can't fix even myself, damn...

Gods...

Dear Corinthian 2.0, may I just sit next to you with an ice cream and doing nothing? I will be nice and silent... I promise.

[burning-the-candles]

intro post !! 🐈‍⬛

my name is quentin !!

you're free to interact regardless of age, just remember i'm a minor

i'm bisexual & takenx2, i may post about my bfs

i'm 16 (17 on november 2nd) and have suspected autism + other disorders i will not be disclosing.

i struggle with tone, please use tonetags.

i'm into a lot of things, but a few of those are ;

the elder scrolls, the magicians, all for the game, game of thrones, the expanse, supernatural, harry potter (fuck jkr)

shout out to my brother @noir-films ‼️

[fairy-made]

for my birthday I beat the arcade version of hotd 2 with my bf. childhood dream achieved.

shit sucked tho, my hand hurt like hell. and I forgot about the emperor so after we beat the magician and saw that the game was still going I was like :’)))

I went in there like “fuck hotd 1 all my homies hate hotd 1″ because I dont like the bosses as much as 2 but.... my dumbass shouldve played that one lmao

[seouldreams14]

and they cancelled the order so now i’ll never get to see randall again 

[vampcubus]

suck-up

julian devorak x reader

a/n: another old fic of mine, but for pirate bf this time. beware of old writing style 💀

warnings: sfw, domestic fluff, rat poison, shenanigans. words: 0.9k+

You hum contentedly to yourself in no particular tune as you drag the wooden spoon through the cauldron upon the stove, the utensil continuing to stir the mixture even as you step away from it to grab a jar of herbs out of the cupboard to your right. You recapture the spoon’s handle once you’ve returned to the pot, the almost sandy-looking texture of the liquid turning bright red as you add the herb before it dissolves into a calmly flickering violet.

You sense Julian’s approach before you hear it, so you’re not surprised when you feel two slim arms coil around your waist from behind and pull you into an all too familiar chest. The faint scent of latex and sea salt surrounds you just as comfortably as his embrace does.

“Hello, Julian.” You chuckled softly as he bent down to rest his chin atop your shoulder, his auburn curls ticking the side of your neck and jaw.

“Hello indeed, darling.” The doctor practically purrs into your ear, you swear for a moment you can almost feel the subtle vibrations that proved your lover was more cat-like than you’d thought. His uncovered eye shifts down to the cauldron as you continue to sift through the grainy mixture, adding a few things to it here and there. “What are you concocting now, magician?”

“Poison.” You can’t help but tip your head back and laugh when the plague doctor goes rigid behind you, no doubt a guffawed look gracing those handsomely angular features of his.

“I beg your pa- w-why would you need- ?” You hear him stutter over your shoulder, amused by the gulp you feel against your shoulder blade.

“Rat poison, my love.” You playfully re-assure, and he sags against you, expression going from mortified to mild contempt, eyes rolling and arms tugging you closer if possible.

“Oh.” 

You send him a sideways grin over your shoulder, stealing a brief kiss that he melts into, lips chasing yours for a moment as you pull away. Whatever irritation he’d been feeling before dissolves as his blush darkens. He’s always been so easy to fluster, even with the tiniest of affectionate grazes.

“Getting into the pantry again?” He asks knowingly, if not a bit dreamily as you huff and nod. Your eye twitches in agitation as you think back to the giant, furry creature you’d found munching on your packaged pumpkin bread this morning.

Not the best way to start your day, to put it lightly.

Adorably, Julian had come running half-dressed at your shriek, before ruining the cuteness by laughing at you as you chased the fat rat around with a broom.

You hadn’t a clue where they are even coming from! But what you do know is that you want them gone, and since the rat traps were only working half of the time, you resorted to a more... natural deterrent. mixing up a quick, fast-acting poison was easy enough, and would no doubt make them reconsider their current real estate. 

That and Julian kept stress-eating all the marshmallows you used for the traps, he’s seriously got a real problem with those.

Well... it’s admittedly kind of cute, watching him stuff his cheeks full of them while sobbing over a mood swing... but the rats. And it’s not like he’s been any real help against your furry intruders. Julian’s warded off ghosts, evil goats, angry drunks, and vampiric eels, but he and you quote: “don’t mess with the likes of rat-kind, no thank you.”

So the rodent issue inevitably fell into your own hands, which is where the need for this brew came in. Nobody fucks with your pumpkin bread, damnit!

Your stirring gets the slightest bit more aggressive at the thought. Your rather hostile inner monologue over the rats is interrupted by your lover’s voice.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look today?” Julian sighed into your ear, nose nudging your cheek affectionately. You turned your head, eyes wary as you caught the doctor’s sultry stare. You raise an eyebrow at the sudden compliment but decide to play along, for now.

“Yes, about five or six times today, Jules.” You huff, eyeing the doctor’s reaction as you say so. 

He’s nervous about something. You can tell in the way his cheeks fill with color and he starts to sweat ever so slightly, good eye breaking contact with yours for just a moment.

“O-oh, did I? No harm in reiterating my adoration, right?” He laughs, though it sounds a bit strained. He’s never been good at hiding his feelings, especially from you.

“You’re acting quite strangely tonight…” You accuse, eyes narrowing suspiciously as the red-haired man behind you flashed you a charming smile—not innocent at all in its entirety—only cementing your suspicion that he was being too abruptly flirty and praising, even for Julian.

“What? Am I not allowed to show my undying love and appreciation for my spouse?” He defends with a grin that only confirms that he’s lying through his dumb, blindingly-white teeth. What a sniveling little suck-up!

“Alright, what did you break?” You chuckled, and the look on Julian’s face screams caught when you do.

“You’ll find out.” He laughs heartily, nuzzling his face into your neck guiltily with a sheepish grin as you click your tongue and resume working. He had, in fact, managed to knock a whole shelf of mysterious elixirs onto the floor just moments ago. He’d feverishly cleaned up the broken glass—because he’d feel awful if you got hurt—but the mixture of concoctions had already melted through the floorboards before he could salvage any of it…

It was best you don’t know that little detail yet.

[crybabyddl]

I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO REITERATE SOMETHING

Yes, let’s circle back to the beautiful performance of Edge of Great. More specifically the BODY LANGUAGE, particularly Julie and Luke’s, which I will be analyzing with gifs.

Exhibit A

Jealous Luke looks over at Julie and Reggie vibing

Julie is aware that she’s avoiding Luke, which she is doing so bc she realized her feelings for him thanks to Flynn earlier in the episode.

Since Julie has put the task of ignoring Luke upon herself even though she has no obligation to, she ends up failing her own mission. She sees Luke’s reaction to the lack of her attention.

She literally FREEZES. She’s emotionally worried to confront what she’s feeling and it’s beginning to manifest physically.

Exhibit B

It gets better y’all. After Luke finally has even a crumb of Julie’s attention, he beckons her over with his signature head tilt. This is important bc he did this with his longtime bandmate during the soundcheck of what would’ve been their biggest performance. If he feels comfortable enough using that body language with a girl he’s only known for, what, a week and a half(?) then you know this puppy boy’s got it BAD.

Julie is well aware that Luke is getting jealous. But in classic Julie fashion, she will try to tune it out instead of addressing it. Our wicked beauty doesn’t like confrontation and would rather just deny and avoid than potentially make things awkward, especially when she knows Luke would ask her about it at a later time.

The look on Julie’s face. Her eyes widen and the classic tight-lipped awkward smile is present. She’s literally saying “ok enough of that let’s get back to work doo doo doo” with her face. The way her body SWINGS back into performance mode as she faces the audience again. It may have been a split second, but when you’re deliberately trying to avoid looking into the dreamy (dead) eyes of someone you shouldn’t be crushing on, any amount of time feels too long. Plus, she knows Flynn is watching and doesn’t want her to lecture her (but she does anyway bc Flynn is observant and knows her bestie too well to let any action slip past her).

Exhibit C

Keep in mind; NONE OF THE GUYS KNOW WHY JULIE IS AVOIDING LUKE. Flynn, Alex, and Reggie have noticed the Juke chemistry, but it’s still too soon for them to get past the “we like each other but we’re too clueless to notice that we reciprocate” phase, so even though their respective besties know, they are still denying. Besides, Reg, Alex, and Flynn know better than to keep pestering if they want to keep their kneecaps. In reality they’re both smart enough to tell by this point, but for the sake of the plot and to make everything more adorably frustrating, Flynn has the collective brain cell under lock and key, leaving Juke to be like *dog tilting its head and making that “a-roo?” noise*

Anyway, Reggie notices Luke being snubbed after realizing that his extra dose of Julie time was slightly out of the ordinary. Luke is clearly concerned (look at his eyebrows and how his eyes travel from Reggie, to Julie, then to the audience to trying and get his mind off it and bring his focus back to the main goal; the performance.) If he can’t have the moment of connection with Julie that he so desperately craves, he’s gonna fill that void as best he can by connecting with the audience. >:’)

But Reggie’s trying to help Luke brush it off by conveying his reaction as ‘look at julie coming into her own! i told you she was a star! and you thought you were the lead singer? think again buddy this girl’s got you beat!’

But since Reggie isnt a master at hiding his feelings yet, especially around Luke, —who was able to get under his skin earlier (“girls, am i right?”)—Luke was easily able to see through that and interpreted what Reggie was saying as “look at julie go, she all in the zone. you’re literally making heart eyes at her get a grip you’re slacking lmao” (hence luke’s right eyebrow quirking at reggie like ‘dude seriously gimme a break u know i need attention like tinkerbell’) even though Reggie’s true message was a bit less harsh and more lovingly teasing, but it’s Luke, he sees things through his eyes and at his intensity, regardless of who it’s coming from. (This is one of the reasons why Luke comes off as selfish at times.)

Exhibit D

Poor Lukey boi can’t seem to catch a break today! Not only does Julie ignore him, then has a cute lil (platonic but it’s luke so it still makes him jealous >:P) moment, but now she has the AUDACITY to interact with Alex? The guy who was out learning Ghost 101 with this Willie guy instead of rehearsing with the band? What gives?! What’s he got that your moody ghost bf doesn’t? >:’(

He literally just watches, and even glances back in a way that, to me, screams ‘did i see that right? did i just see what i just saw with my own dreamy (but dead) eyes? say sike rn.’ \_(*_*)_/

Meanwhile, Alex pays no mind. I like to think that Alex is fully aware that Luke is an angry boy rn, but has learned to ignore it, especially this bc literally NOTHING happened. Either that or Alex has no clue and just truly thinks nothing of it and is having too much fun to think about Luke’s moody and childish behavior. Either way, Alex is just straight chilling and we love to see it *^_^*

Notice how Reggie is right there vibing with Julie and Alex. Luke feels a bit betrayed like ‘not you too! i know you were the first to turn on me but i figured since you’re such a golden retriever you’d be loyal and come back to my side!😠🥲’

Also; Luke approaches the rest of the group, wanting to be included in at least SOME of the vibing, but when Julie starts dancing and smiling with her buddy Alex, he backs up like

“you know what? nope. nevermind. not doin’ it.”

and the group’s like “i mean hey it’s your loss, but luke we want you to-”

“no, bc you chose to piss me off right in front of my face so no luke time for any of you! no cuddles, no hugs, no nothing! you made your bed, now lie in it and perish.”

Exhibit E & F: This is where it gets a bit interesting and theorized hehe...

Now we all know that this moment is just fucking ICONIC

WEOWH NEOW NEOW!!! WEOW NEHR NEHR NER-NER-NER NEHR NEHR NEOWHR!!! (wer nehr-nehr-ner-ner-nehr-nehr!!) WUEHNER-NEUHNER-NEHR-NEEOW-NEOWH! DLOOLOODDUH-DOODLAH-HOOBLUEH-NEOWHR-NEUEHR-NEEEEEEUOWRH!!!!

But hear me out– HEAR ME OUT!

What if... now don’t shoot the messenger who just so happens to also be the theorist... but what if...

WHAT IF!!! Luke didn’t!! plan this?!!!

Listen i know you’re probably thinking:

“Well uh Nicole, isn’t that kinda the whole point? It literally wasn’t planned until Charlie realized Madi was gonna be standing on the piano so he suggested the idea for the guitar solo to Kenny.”

And you’re right! But here’s the kicker:

What if Luke THE CHARACTER, just decided to do this as an “Alright that’s it! You wanna be like that? Well what if I just hit you with my super awesome radical totally cool wowza guitar skills & make a moment between us? Huh? What do you think about that? Hmm? HMMM???!!!”

He licks his lips & that to me read** like he was nervous (**read rhyming with bed just to clarify) so that means it could’ve been a spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment thing.

In the second gif, you can see that Julie’s head is tilted, as if she’s a bit confused, but she’s also delightfully surprised.

Julie is quick to smile and scrunch her nose at Luke, something she does often. It tells Luke his impulsive action garnered a positive response from his favorite girl. Julie also starts to shake her head, but doesn’t go through the motion in full, which means she’s still a bit nervous to let her guard down. This is probably because she doesn’t know what he’s thinking or what he will do next. The lopsided smile mixed with the suave, gliding steps towards her probably brought her back to her daydream lol.

Luke’s happy bc Julie’s no longer ignoring him. He smiles like a GOOBER bc this chump is simping HARD for our Julie. So cute! :’)

Exhibit G

And hear me when I offer this:

What if Luke poofed the guys out???

I know, I know. It’s a bold claim to make. But the boys are special, considering they are a threat to Caleb (3 gay-variant himbos vs. a gay magician that could’ve been on broadway but decided to make some sort of deal with a devil so he just entertains capitalists who most likely sold their souls to get into the hgc which i will probably elaborate on in a future theory so dont do that bc im gonna lmao idc we all have big brains) So it’s not too crazy to think that they could share some ghost powers.

We know Caleb transported the guys during You Got Nothing to Lose. And the guys have left a place at the exact same time on more than one occasion.

And you may be thinking “well what if the guys poofed out to give juke a moment alone together?” And to that I say...

Look at Reggie. He isn’t looking back at Alex like “dude let’s give them some space.”

The timing of him turning around, at least to me, makes me think Reggie was surprised by Luke approaching the piano. (But also he lowkey was waiting for Luke to prove him wrong by doing something to get Julie’s attention so Reggie isn’t mad. Neither is Alex but he doesn’t like being told how or WHEN to ghost) Luke doesn’t even give his bandmates a warning eyebrow quirk, a hand signal, nothing. Reggie turns to Alex like ‘dude what is he DOING?’ And before he can even really convey that, they go *POOF*

This man had a plan and he was gonna do it, so he did. Whether it’s the power of love, they stopped performing, or Reggie and Alex actually poofed out, the odds worked in Luke’s favor so he and Julie could have a super special moment, a moment special enough to make an actual living person (Nick) wonder if a “hologram” has a better chance at connecting with Julie than he does.

Again, regardless of who made them poof or how they poofed, they mf poofed so Luke’s a happy hamster. (Idk it just sounded fitting instead of happy camper lol wait what if someone had 3 pet hamsters and named them alex reggie and luke🥺 someone buy some hamsters and let me be their godmother or their aunt and i’ll love them from afar.) Anyway, Luke’s thriving, flourishing, his crops are going to grow in time for the harvest.

You can see Julie lean back as she turns to see Luke. It’s... almost as if... She. Wasn’t. Expecting. Him. To. Be. There..??

Honey badger Luke bc he DGAF <|:) Bitch, it’s Luke mf Patterson and he’s gonna,, GET! IN! YOUR! FAAAACE!!!

You CANNOT tell me he’s not doing the absolute MOST to try and seduce Miss Juliana Mariposa Rose Molina.

Yes I’m making a headcanon that Julie has TWO middle names and that one of them is the spanish word for butterfly and that the other is her mother’s name. Also yes, I believe (i believe that we’re just one dream away from who we’re– oh, that’s not what we’re doing? okay, sorry!) that Juliana is Julie’s full name.

In this house we love and respect Juliana Mariposa (Dahlia)** Rose Molina

**I’m just putting Dahlia there for fun bc I can. :) Whether I’d consider it a possible middle name of hers depends. Anyway I just thought it was a cute thing to add bc it goes along with the other middle names I gave her *^_^* Also, I feel like I made a post giving a bunch of the characters middle names lemme see if I can find it later)

Ok i’m done this took me basically all day from like 10am until 4:08. I obviously took breaks in between, but not long ones...😶

[littlyon]

sorry thera silver’s too distraught about their boyfriend to really give a shit about the revolution rn, try again later 

day 29: united

(it’s still sunday shut up)

[honorarycassowary]

Okay so unfortunately I like Egyptian mythology and dissecting Shadow Bastard like I'm a morally deficit scientist and he's a mutated radioactive rat is one of my favourite hobbies, so I'm gonna be insufferable for a bit, especially since I read up on Best Girl and have Thoughts about her, too.

(I'm gonna refer to MK!Ammit as Ammit and Bartseq!Ammet as Ammet/Shadow Bastard, both for easier differentiation and because that's the way it's spelled in the book.)

(Fun fact: Bartseq is one of the only two instances where I've seen this particular name written like this (as opposed to Ammit/Ammut/etc) and given he/him pronouns, with the other being the Polish translation of Neil Gaiman's "American Gods" (I say Polish translation bc Idk how it's written in the original.) I wonder why these choices were made while Ammit is usually depicted as feminine.)

So idk if I'm willing to agree that the only thing they have in common is their name and being 1000s years old - they have a few specific similarities, but otherwise they're nearly complete opposites of each other, and said few similarities highlight those in an interesting manner.

One of said similarities is that they're both misguided in their purpose and act according to their nature even when it's to the detriment of themselves and everyone around them.

In the original myths, it's Ammit's job to devour the hearts of the condemned, and I like how the show took that to the extreme by making her hunger for justice so great that she doesn't even wait for the soul to sin, just looks at its capability to do so and strikes even before they make the choice.

Ammet, meanwhile, takes on the form of a shadow, which traditionally represents one of the pieces of a human soul (shut/shwt/shuyet) which, depending on the text/dynasty/academic/interpretation might act as a guardian of sorts, watching over the soul on its way to the underworld. In the same way, Ammet is deeply protective of Khaba even when it's clear (at least to the audience) that K doesn't care about him. (poke me sometime and I'll go off about how this parallels Asmira's initial blind obedience to the Queen of Sheba.) An extension of that could be the instinct to protect overriding the hatred of humans and those, y'know, millennia of enslavement.

(By the way, it's pretty interesting that the entity named after a demon which eats the hearts of sinners is so desperate to obtain the heart of one of the worst sinners in the book series - a priest of Ra, too! Albeit a terrible one. Poke me sometime and I'll go off about how objectively Weird Khaba is for an Egyptian magician - a sinner who, unfortunately, has no intention of giving it to him.)

I think that the above dynamic of master/servant is a flipped version of Ammit and that little devotee of hers who helped her achieve her goal, with Ammit being dominant where Ammet is submissive. Then again, Ammit IS a goddess whereas Ammet is just a spirit worn down by years of slavery and drunk on a brief moment of being treated slightly better than usual.

So yeah, I do think tha Ammet and Ammit are both misguided and seem to genuinely believe that what they're doing is right (Ammit because it's in her nature to punish sinners and every person has a capability to sin, and Ammet because he's an egotistical simp who doesn't care about his fellow spirits and is fine with helping his bf climb on top of the world and then promptly set it on fire.)

They also are overly confident in their abilities and like to play with their prey instead of just killing it outright, leading to said underestimated prey rightfully kicking their asses and setting the whole carefully concocted scheme ablaze. Oopsie.

Then there's that thing where they both have a special little mortal they like because he's fucked up and serves their schemes/they have the same hobbies. And ambitions ("hey Ammit let me help you"/"hey Ammet let's take over the world and be terrible to people together.") Except, again, the master/servant dynamic is completely flipped on account of Ammit being a goddess and thus more dominant, and Ammet being just a spirit who is usually brought into this world enslaved and wrapped in magical chains. This might also contribute to his overall simpiness because in addition to their shared hobbies, the way Khaba is treating him is likely the best he's ever been treated - I mean, when the bar is so low that it's practically a tripping hazard in hell, stepping over it isn't particularly difficult.

I wonder if we can contrast Ammet's unrequited love for Khaba with a certain degree of indifference Ammit harbors for her little simp - it's clear that despite all the help he was to her and all the boons she gave him, the guy was just a tool and an eventual snack. In both cases shipping the couple romantically becomes yet another example of a monster falling in love with their food, like Venom. Or Hannibal if you take away the monster bit.

Listen, the "hubris-ridden mortal and a devoted eldritch horror who'd destroy the world for them" dynamic is Very Important To Me For Many Reasons, although "mortal is endlessly devoted to their godly spouse who is in turn endlessly devoted to them" is also fun, so I might just take you up on the offer to read fanfic with Ammit and her little boytoy. We do need more monster ladies in the media.

Anyway.

Yeah, like I said, both Ammit and Ammet were sent to Time-Out for a couple thousand years because they caused a few too many problems on purpose, though where Ammit starts the story this way and wanting to be free, Ammet only ends up stuffed into that amphora at the end of the book. F in the chat, you two.

In other words, sure, their arcs, pronouns and bedroom preferences are different, but in essence both of them are overly confident, overly ambitious horrors who bit off more than they could chew and not even their special little meow meows could save them from being yeeted by the (somewhat) shape-changing protagonist with several different names and a badass fighty teenager lass. Sure, they're different, but their differences are almost complete opposites of each other and their similarities enhance these differences really well.

Rest in pieces, A&A. At least one of you could say that you achieved godhood and the other of you got laid.

So uh, maybe I'm being nitpicky and over analyse stuff, but yeah, rant over. Idk if it makes sense because I'm tired and it's late, but here are some of my Thoughts on Best Girl and Shadow Bastard, spilled all over your inbox for your viewing pleasure. Feel free to pay them no attention whatsoever if you don't want to slog through all this nonsense.

oh WOW you do not have to apologize for this meta, I love thoughts on both Ammet and Ammit

re: Ammet specifically, I never got the impression that he was literally the god. (If he was actually being worshipped, I'd expect him to be closer to Nouda in power level, for one.) We know spirits in the series can have multiple names and, IIRC that book of names we see correctly, that names can be repeated. My guess is that Ammet was defined using that name to be a spirit inclined towards punishment and hounding out sinners. But there's nothing stopping him from deciding that the people who really need to be hurt are everyone who fucks with his boyfriend master co-conspirator.

[heartofhubris-a]

Roommate is @the-realharleyquin

idk what life is, photo IDs under read more

(i’m just going to make a transcript so you know what was said. Me: me, Rommate: R)

Title: Leverage Characters as guessed by me, someone who’s never seen it. (My roommate is showing me them.)

Me: I’m in pruple

Roommate: My Roomate is in orange. 

[Slide 2: a photo of Nathan Ford on the phone.]

Me: Remember Odin from American Gods? This is his shitty son Adien. his job is to basically carry the whole team. 

R: This is Nathan Ford, he’s the Mastermind he used to be an insurance agent but after the company he worked for didn’t pay for his kid treatment. Now he takes down people like his old boss.

Me: Oh so breaking bad ripped him off gotcha

[Slide 3: Picture of Sophie Devereaux leaning against a bar] 

Me: OKOK so she's a cougar who drinks red wine but she also has a thing for flogging people. Her name is Jessica also it would take her 2 seconds to make someone submit

R: This is Sophie Devereaux she is the Grifter she used to be an art thief, Nathan tried to catch her stealing a long time ago, now they are teammates.

Me: So I was right. 

R: Yes. 

[Slide 4: Photo of Alec Hardison DJ’ing]

Me: oh shit that's just Penny from the Magicians when he's under that glamour spell when he's a dj. Ok so his job is that he always plays music to the beat of the ass kicking and his stage name is like DJ Kick but his real name is John

R: This is Alec Hardison, he’s the smartest boi (age of the geek baby) he’s the hacker, and he loves he bf and gf also his nana

Me: Hot 

R: Agreed. 

[Slide 5: Photo of Eliot Spencer from the episode where he’s a chef?]

Me: ok so the actor himself is a dilf but this MF is one of those dads who smokes weed all the time but's like ~cooooool~ w his kids drinking and he probs has like 2 kids somewhere that he's never met and another 3 kids that he met for the first 2 months of his life. his name is something basic like "Diesel" and his entire purpose is to side track the group other than the one episode where he saves the day

R: Okay I agree that the actor is a dilf but this is Eliot Spencer, he is the hitter aka the tank he is the “lone wolf” but he loves his bf and gf and the team (he will never admit that aloud tho got to keep his ‘macho’ 

Me: Let me dress him up in a suit and i’ll climb him like a tree even though he looks like he’s 5’6

R: Yes, i agree completely. 

Me: Put your dick up.

[Slide 6: Photo of Parker surrounded by kids when she’s in a leather jacket]

Me: She's Seen Shit and doesn't realllly understand the issue with complaining to the manager but like. She complains to the people she's trying to destroyHer name is Helen and her job is to bitch until she's knocked out but she is great at lock picking. wait. or she's the mage

R: Ok ok, so this is Parker, she is the thief also she is the baby of the group, her bfs love her and so does everyone else. She becomes the next mastermind when Nathan retires.

Me: I will kill for her. Does she need anyone killed? No clue. Will I anyway? Yes

R: Big Mood

[Slide 7: Photo of Jim Sterling holding up a badge.]

Me: he's a cunt. his name is Gabriel or an angel name and his job is to be a cunt.

R: This is Jim Sterling, he is one of Nathan's old work “buddies” all he wants is promotions for work, so yeah he is a cunt.

Me: Finally got one 

R: Ye.

[Slide 8: Photo of Tara Cole at a bar and we can see bare thighs]

me: pass. Her name is crystal and she's a cunt too

R: Ok, this is Tara Cole, it has been a while since i have seen the tv show even tho i am rewatching it but any way she is an old “friend” of Sophie’s she takes over as the team’s grifter for a while and all she wants is money.

Me: Ok so she’s really the chick who shows up to fuck shit up gotcha

R: Yeah she only lasted a few ep i think she ‘tried to change but i don’t like her

[Slide 9: Photo of Special Agent McSweeten. Also slightly lower is a photo of Parker]

Me: oh he's a dumb cop and his name is Darrel

R: This is Special Agent McSweeten he pops up every now and then and yes he is quite dumb. He has a crush on Parker (completely understandable imo).

Me: Wait whos parker again?

[soaronmywings]

Magical (Rane Quinn x Reader)

Y/BF/N= Your Best Friend’s Name (I put this in there bc I'm not a fan of reading fics with people's names that I don't even know) Warnings: Swearing, drinking, horrible pickup lines, smutty smut smut, Unprotected Sex

Y/BF/N dragged you to one of these popular SAMCRO parties, you weren't one to go out and party. You don't even know why you agreed, you weren't fat but you sure as hell weren't one of these skinny bitches rubbing all over the men in leathers. You had a little chub, and it made you a little insecure. Why Y/BF/N decided to drag you of all people to a huge party with alcohol and hookers? So there you sat, at the bar on a stool nursing a beer watching as your friend was grinding against a cute Puerto Rican with a mohawk, she at least had a decent taste. She was wasted as he pulled her down the hallway around the corner, well both of them were wasted if you were going to be honest. You barely even noticed the massive, blonde man sit down next to you. “I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. I would remember a pretty face like that.” You could hear the cheeky smile in his voice as he spoke. You looked up at the unknown man that just sat down next to you and rather poorly tried to flirt. He was hot, built and heavily tattooed. “My buddies bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with their money?” He asked you a grin plastered all over his face. You couldn't help but laugh. “Was it that bad?” He laughed as he leaned into you more to try and tune out the loud music. “I'm Quinn.” He stuck out his hand for you to shake. “Y/N.” You smiled as you shook his hand. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He winked at you before waving over the girl behind the counter to order you two a round of shots. ** You and Quinn downed yet another shot, you were pretty tipsy but Quinn seeming to hold his liquor was still cracking horrible pickup lines. The thing is the moment you saw his green eyes you were instantly interested, wanting to know more. You didn't need the cheesy pickup lines, but they were adorable so you let him keep going. “Are you a magician?” He asked you a smile forming on his face. For such a big tough guy, he acted pretty childish, it was part of his charm. You shook your head. “Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ before taking a sip of whiskey. “Because whenever I look at you everyone else disappears.” And it was true. When the two of you talked everyone else disappeared, the music drowned out and it was great. You smiled into your drink before putting it down on the bar top. Never have you been with someone that made you feel like this. Everyone treated you like shit, or just tried to get in your pants. Quinn was different. So you did what your gut was telling you, ignoring everything your brain was warning you not to do and went in for a kiss. You pressed your lips to his and to your surprise he kissed you back, his hand wrapping around your head with his fingers lacing through your hair. You were going to go out of your comfort zone tonight. You were going to let your heart take you wherever it planned on taking you. You clutched the patches on his leather cut as the two of you kissed, and you had to say that it was magical, no pun intended. The two of you pulled away gasping for air. His large hand took your small one and led you down the same hallway that your friend just hours ago was walking down, maneuvering through people left and right. You reached a door that looked the same as all the others and he opened it with his free hand, letting you go through first. It was a simple room with a bed, desk bathroom, and pin up posters, nothing much to it. He closed and locked the door before taking your face into his hands and kissing you again, this time with more heat. The height difference between the two of you make this extremely difficult, you pulling down on his neck and him lifting you up. You end up with your back pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his torso as he kisses and nibbles at your neck. Quinn shrugged off his kutte as you began to lift up his shirt, feeling just how toned he is and god was it turning you on. He pulled back just enough for you to take off his shirt and fling it across the room before latching onto your lips. You tugged on his hair, deepening the kiss, which caused a moan to rise out of his throat. “Are you sure you want to?” He panted looking directly into your eyes. You nodded. “Absolutely.” You responded with a smile on your face. That was the response he needed. He carried you over to the bed, setting you on the ground and turning you around to take your dress off. As he unzipped your dressed he kissed down your back as soon as new skin was exposed, his facial hair sending chills down your spine. Quinn pushed the straps of your dress off, letting you step out of your dress leaving you in nothing but your lacy black panties. You turned around and pressed a kiss to his lips as you undid his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. In all honesty, you were nervous as hell. You've been on a dry spell for months and this hottie was going to break it? Right now? You shook the doubts out of your head and continued, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to the ground. That's when the animal in him took over. Quinn pushes you onto the bed into a laying position before yanking off your panties leaving you completely exposed. You watched him as he took off his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace. “Oh please, just fuck me already.” You didn't realize just how whiny you sounded until the words came out of your mouth. He ignored your begs and continued to slowly take them off. You watched as his erection stood up proudly in front of you and you bit your lip at the size of him. “Tell me you want this.” He growled in your ear. You grabbed a lock of his blonde hair and pulled him down to you. “I want this. I want you Quinn.” You purred in his ear before kissing behind his ear. Quinn pulled you to the edge of the bed, where your ass was hanging off slightly. He took both of your ankles into one hand lifting you up slightly giving him easier access to your dripping core. He carefully slid into you, and you moaned loudly. Slowly he began to rock, setting a torturously slow pace. “I think I'm going to take my time. I like watching you squirm underneath me when I do.” His voice was low and turned you on even more. You wanted to wrap your legs around his waist and take all of him in, but he was constricting you of doing so by holding your ankles tightly. “Please-  Faster.” You couldn't even form words. This man knew just how to set you over the edge. Quinn let go of your legs, letting you wrap them around him and fill you all the way up. He lifted your body up, still inside you and moved you to the top of the bed before releasing you. He thrusted fast and hard, causing you to moan embarrassingly loud. He began a rough pace, thrust after thrust hitting your g-spot perfectly. “I'm going to make you come until you can't breath.” He moaned in between thrusts. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. Quinn wrapped a hand around your throat and leaned down taking one of your exposed breasts into his mouth. Everything at once set you over the edge. You clenched around him and squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm inched closer. He moved his free hand down and rubbed your clit, which caused your orgasm to let loose, and you gasped for breath. Quinn let go of your throats and place kisses up your neck before pulling out and rolling over next to you on the bed. A smile grew on your face as you kissed his neck, sucking lightly leaving a trail of hickeys. “No no, I'm not done with you just yet.. It's my turn to make you come.” You winked up at him as you climbed up on top of him. You slowly slid down on his length and began to ride him. He grabbed your hips and began setting a faster pace, meeting you with hard thrusts. “Oh Quinn.” You moaned loudly. He watched as your perfect breasts bounced with each thrust. “Say my name- Louder” he groaned closing his eyes. He grabbed your ass as he thrusted into you harshly. “Quinn!” You almost yelled. He let go, coming inside you as he say up pressing kisses to your collarbone and neck and you intertwined your fingers in his hair holding him there. You both stayed in the same position for what seemed like forever, him placing tender kisses all over your chest and you played with his hair. You decided to get up and go take a shower in the bathroom the just so happened to be in the same room- thank god. “Round three?” You winked at him as you beckoned for him to follow you, wiggling your ass as you did so.