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THIS IS SO AMAZING OMG (talking about the Simon fanfic btw) YOU JUST EARNED A FOLLOWER ❤️❤️ we'd really appreciate it if you did a part 2? 🥹 Take care

Simon.

Part 2

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Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: I was never planning on making this a series but here we go, I guess I'm invested too now >:) thank you for requesting and following! While this series is fluff only, I have a small warning for this part: there's swearing, crude jokes. And possibly incorrect usage of Scottish and English slang. Enjoy :) Photo credit: mus

“It's pishin’ it doon out here.”

Simon looked at his friend and sighed, “English, MacTavish.”

MacTavish groaned. “It's raining fuckin’ hard.”

“Then say so.”

“I did!”

Simon and his friend, John MacTavish or ‘Johnny’, as he was affectionately called, found themselves standing under the shade of a book café, helmets in hands, watching Simon's bike get drenched in the heavy rain. Neither of them expected a downpour, and were caught without raincoats. And so the two had no choice but to wait it out.

“It was yer bloody brilliant idea to go on a road trip when I warned ye that it was gonna rain today,” Johnny griped, crossing his arms as he shook the rain water off his helmet.

Simon didn't say a word. He copied Johnny in getting the water off his helmet, except that he wiped it off with his hand. As he hung his head down to do so, his messy blond hair fell over his eyes, and he shook his head to get it out of the way. He wiped his hands on a handkerchief to dry them, and then pulled his mask down below his nose to inhale a fresh gulp of the cold, wet air. When he had inhaled enough, he pulled the mask back on, and his eyes wandered to his motorcycle, which was surrounded by a foggy haze in the rain.

His mind wandered to that night he saved a young lady off the dangerous streets. He remembered how he saw her from afar, and without a second thought, sped up to her assailants, half-intent on actually flattening them into crepes. He remembered how his engine pounded as adrenaline charged his blood, as he twisted the accelerator to full throttle, sending the vehicle flying.

A pretty lady he thought she was. He didn't know why he called her his girlfriend; his brain decided that being a boyfriend was the second most powerful thing a man could be, the first being a husband. No other men would mess with another man's woman, that was for sure, unless he had a death wish. She acted well too, convincingly even.

He pulled out his phone and turned it around. Nestled beneath the clear casing was a small, clear candy wrapper, the same one that the pretty lady gave him that day. He didn't know why he felt the need to keep it, but did anyway. He definitely wanted something to remind him of her.

He had been in anguish ever since he dropped her off and rode away; he had completely forgotten to ask for her name. But who does that? They were strangers. What are the odds that two strangers would meet again?

“I'm heading inside,” Johnny announced, “I want a coffee.”

“Get me some tea.”

“Fuckin’ Brit.”

Simon was about to correct Johnny by telling him that Scotland, where he was from, was also part of the British isles, but he bit back, not wanting to risk hearing a rant in exclusively colorful, and totally family friendly Scottish words and phrases.

“Fine, I'll do it myself.” Simon rolled his eyes and followed Johnny inside the book cafe.

The two men sat at a table and while Johnny peered into the menu, Simon sank back into the comfortable chair and looked at the yellow bulbs hanging overhead, casting a soft, golden glow on the smooth wooden tables, the floors, and the cutlery. The smell of coffee, cakes, and books filled the air, along with the soft ruffle of pages, clinks of tableware and cups and saucers, and the distinct murmurs of his friend across him as he figured out what coffee he wanted to have.

A waiter came by to take their orders, and the two were soon left to their own, sitting in unusual silence as they stared out the glass windows at the relentlessly pouring rain. While Johnny hummed a tune to himself, Simon, tired of looking at the downpour, decided to amuse himself with people watching.

He saw people working at their laptops, some reading and drinking, others chatting in soft murmurs, and staff doing their job.

His eyes fell on one particular lady who was seated at a table across the cafe, back facing him, busily working on her laptop. He felt his heart stop for a moment. Her silhouette was familiar, particularly her hair; it looked just like her. His heart pounded beneath his ribs.

He didn't realise how long he looked until Johnny's voice piped, “Wit ye lookin’ at?” which interrupted the momentary buzz of his thoughts.

Simon turned to his friend, who was looking at him with mingled curiosity and confusion. “Nothing.” he replied, shaking his head and hanging it down slightly to look away, but his eyes immediately darted to the lady, as if she was a strong magnet.

Johnny wasn't quite convinced, and he followed Simon's line of vision. “A lass,” he observed, smirking.

Simon glared at his friend, but it only made him chuckle. The two watched as she stood up for a moment and turned around, intent on walking to the shelves to grab a book. That's when Simon saw her face, and again, his heart seized.

“It's her.”

His breath lodged tight in his lungs and his body visibly stiffened. And the most unfortunate reaction of them all: his partially exposed cheeks had turned pink. His eyes were glued to her, and he was unaware that Johnny was still keenly observing him.

“Ye ken her?” asked Johnny, his smirk widening.

“You remember I saved a girl the other day?” He asked back.

“That's her?” Johnny whipped his head back again to take another gander at the lady.

She was furiously flipping through the pages of a hardbound book, as if desperately in search of something. Simon rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair and leaned his cheek on his fist; he watched with interest as she hunched over the book like a medieval scholar, and wondered what her occupation was. She went back to her seat, hunched over again, and the two men looked back at each other.

“Go talk to her,” Johnny challenged.

“No.”

“Keep bein’ a fuckin’ pussy and ye won't get to fuck that pussy, ye ken?”

Simon snorted at that, but then immediately and quietly hissed “Wheesht!” at Johnny to make him shut up, glancing back at the pretty lady. “Don't be disrespectful,” he added.

Johnny chuckled, ever amused at the fact that his Scottish vernacular was infecting the Englishman. He leaned forward, resting a hand on his knee, continuing to smirk, “Since when did ye care about respect, huh?”

Simon inhaled sharply, since he was getting increasingly impatient with Johnny and at the fact that he was running out of arguments. It was also a bit hard to argue in a place where you're supposed to be quiet.

“Just go already. I cannae see ye looking so stupid like this. The worst she can say is ‘fuck off’.” Johnny shrugged.

Simon shot his friend and unimpressed look, making Johnny snort. “That is the worst thing she can say, you wanker,” he said, now mechanically rising from his chair.

“Fuck off and get her number, ye gobshite, or else you'll just be wanking to her and not talking.” Johnny shook his head with a smirk and gave his friend a slap on the back as he passed him. Simon returned the gesture with a slap to the back of Johnny's head, particularly in annoyance at the latter part of his sentence.

While Johnny whined quietly from how hard a slap he had been dealt with, Simon's attention was drawn when he heard her voice again, sounding a little agitated. His head whipped towards her table, and yet again, she was being hit on by some guy, and clearly looked like she was uncomfortably fighting back his unwanted advances.

Simon glared at the man as he began his march. “If only she had a boyfriend by her side, a guard dog…” he thought to himself as he speedily, yet calmly stepped over to her table.

He went around some tables and emerged behind the man, towering over him. Before Simon was noticed by her, his hand came down heavily on the man's shoulder, making him flinch. Leaning down, he whispered as the man turned to face him, “What business do you have with my girlfriend?”

The man was met with Simon's glaring eyes that meant serious business. He froze up immediately.

“Babe, he was trying to hit on me even though I told him I wasn't interested,” the lady's voice resounded, and a quick glance at her told Simon that her eyes glimmered with recognition.

The “babe” made his knees weak for a moment, but he shook off the feeling and continued to glare at the man. No more words were needed. He immediately stood up from his seat and strode away, apologising without sincerity. When he was finally earshot, she sighed.

“You alright, love?” asked Simon with gentleness unusual to him, glancing around again to make sure the man was nowhere in sight.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” she sighed, also looking in the direction the man left. She looked back at him and smiled brightly, “But what a coincidence. We meet again, Simon.”

“And I'm mighty chuffed about it.” he thought to himself as he nodded in response. “Funny coincidence, really. My friend and I were just about to leave on a small road trip and the rain,” he shook his head and clicked his tongue as he looked at the windows, “it rained on our parade, I guess.”

The unintentional pun made her giggle. Simon normally had a grip on his emotions, but that damned giggle threw off his train of thought. But regaining himself, he continued, “So we took shelter here, and I saw you. Thought I'd come talk and then I heard that guy trying to make a pass at you.”

She motioned to the chair for him to sit down, which he instantly did; he cursed himself for seeming so eager.

“You heard?” she asked with emphasis.

“Yeah?” he nodded, slightly confused as to why she zeroed in on that word in particular. “I was looking elsewhere, and then I heard you.”

She then glanced at her laptop for a moment and then pulled the screen down slightly so he wouldn't see what was on. As she did, she said, “I see. I'm lucky you came just then because I was having a hard time driving him away.”

“I could tell,” he answered slowly. He then decided to change the subject. “You come here often?”

“Yeah, every day. This place is calm and quiet and the atmosphere helps me work.”

“What's your job?”

“I'm an author.”

“An author?” he blinked in surprise. He didn't expect that. “What do you write about?”

“Fantasy and adventure… With a hint of romance.” She grabbed her tote that was on the table and pulled out a book from it, which she showed him. “This is my first published book.”

“No kidding?” He took the book in my hand. It was titled ‘Firefly Trails’, embossed in gold. The cover was matte, showing a dark forest trail dotted with glossy fireflies and their greenish yellow light. Below the title was her name, and he read it in his mind slowly, his eyes spending more time taking it in more than anything else on the cover.

“New York Times Bestseller.” he recited, smirking as he eyed the epithet on the top of the cover, “Don't they slap this on every book?”

“They do, but this actually did pretty well in New York.”

“So you're famous then?”

“Kind of?”

“Tell me your Instagram handle, I'll need to see for myself.” Simon pulled out his phone and looked at her, waiting for her to tell him.

She did. He immediately typed it out on the search bar and while he did, he rested his elbow on the table, holding his arm upright. His neck was craned upward slightly, and the lady couldn't help but stare at the way his Adam's apple moved as he gulped, and the way the sternocleidomastoid muscle tightened and popped from under his fair skin as he moved his neck.

Her analytical, authorly eyes scanned him keenly, soaking in all she could make of his facial features; at his icy blond hair, short and styled in an undercut; his long eyelashes, his shapely eyebrows, his slightly pink cheeks under the black mask, the way his brown eyes reflected against the blue light of the phone screen; it was all a sight to behold. He was saying something, but her mind was so lost in trying to mentally string words together to describe the view in front of her in the most superfluous manner possible, in hopes that this information would be used in her future works.

“Hey, you really are famous. You got quite a tonne of followers.” Simon, who was highly aware of her shameless staring, somehow managed to interrupt her flow of thought.

She was successfully brought back to Earth from her daydream, and she nodded, now embarrassed to have been caught red-handed. He thankfully made no comment on it, not wanting to make things awkward.

She answered, “I suppose so. But they're not as many as bigger authors. I'm not complaining, though. I'm really happy to have a lot of people liking my work.”

“You're too modest,” he said, and she could see his cheeks rise to his eyes just a wee bit behind his mask, indicative of a smile. He now showed her her Instagram page on his phone. “There, I followed you,” he said, pointing at the grey ‘Following’ button.

“Are you sure? You don't look like the type of person who reads or is interested in author updates.” A slightly teasing smirk tugged the corner of her lips.

Simon chuckled and shook his head slightly, making his short hair swish a little; she took notice of it. “I'm a voracious reader,” he bragged, lying through his teeth, even using a fancy word to make it more convincing.

She smiled, clearly not quite convinced, but decided to humor him anyway. “If you are, then that book is a gift for you.” She glanced at the copy resting on his lap.

“No kidding?” he blinked as he took the book in his hand to gaze at it. “Well, since you're so famous, I think I should get your autograph.” he said, and she could see one of his cheeks raised; an unmistakable smirk.

“Oh, come on, you're making me blush,” she giggled, but took the book anyway.

"My intentions exactly," he thought as he watched her grab a pen and start writing on the first page.

His phone buzzed a message in the meantime, and he took the device to have a look. It was Johnny. He glanced at the other end of the cafe at his friend, and found him staring, finishing the last sips of his coffee.

Johnny MacTavvy: oi yer tea's getting cauld

Johnny MacTavvy: Rain's stopped too. Let's go

Simon now looked out the glass windows and the rain had indeed stopped, and a bit of sunlight was peeking through the cloudy skies. He sighed, not wanting to go just yet, but knowing Johnny wouldn't let him tarry any longer, he quickly typed a reply, which Johnny saw immediately.

Fuckin’ Brit: ok

By the time Simon kept his phone in his pocket, the lady finished her autograph and handed the book to him. “Enjoy.” She smiled.

Simon murmured a “Thanks” as he received the book, and then rose from his seat.

“Leaving already?” she asked, looking a little disappointed.

“Yeah, my friend's annoying me to finish my tea so we can be on our way. The rain's stopped now, so…”

“Okay,” she nodded slightly, glancing out the windows to confirm for herself. Looking back at him, she smiled again, “Take care then.”

“You too,” he inhaled. “Make sure you don't get hit on again,” he said, attempting to be casual and funny, but he felt like his attempt turned out to be so stupid.

She shook her head, scoffing and smiling. “I'll be fine.”

He was relieved that the attempt landed safely despite the turbulence, and he sighed. “Right then, I'll see you inna bit, love.”

“See you, Simon.”

He nodded once at her and then strode back to Johnny, feeling his knees get weaker by the second. He managed to reach his table and practically fell down in his seat.

“Well?” asked Johnny with a smirk as he leaned forward and eyed the book in Simon's hand. “She gave ye a gift, I see.”

“She's an author. Her first book.” Simon answered, handing him the book so he could see it.

“For real?” Johnny took the book and flipped through the pages. The autograph on the first page caught his attention and he read it. His eyes widened slightly and he closed the book, returning it to his friend, who was drowning the lukewarm tea. “He completely forgot, didnae he, this bastard.” Johnny muttered under his breath, smirking.

“What was that?” asked Simon, setting down the teacup.

“Nothing. Let's go.”

The two paid for their drinks and as they stepped out the door, Simon glanced back at her, and saw that she was also looking at him over her shoulder. This time, he felt a bit fluttery in his stomach. She waved at him with another of those pretty smiles and he waved back, already feeling his knees go weak again.

The two turned away and exited the book cafe. While Johnny wiped the rainwater off the motorcycle, Simon took a moment to see what she had written as an autograph.

“Dear Simon, thank you for saving me twice. I hope you enjoy the book,” was written, and along with that was her name and signature.

Below that was written in unmistakably bold and clear letters, “Call me,” along with her number.

Simon felt like he had been struck by lightning. His face turned alarmingly red and hot to the point that he scrambled to pull his hood over to hide himself. “Fuck me…” he mumbled his exclamation as he processed this very clear green light from her. It was unbelievable.

In the meantime, the lady herself couldn't believe this whole thing just happened. He happened to be there, came up to her, saved her, and swooped her off her feet the second time. It was an amazing coincidence, a once in a lifetime incident, something straight out of a novel. And being an author, she couldn't let this go. She just had to shoot her shot by slapping her phone number in the autograph and now hope that he would call her.

But if there was one thing that sold her completely, it was the fact that he heard that she was in trouble, and came to her rescue.

Feeling a flutter in her chest, she looked back at her laptop screen. A Google search result was displayed in bold:

“The name Simon means ‘to hear’.”

End of Part 2.

Part 3

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aaakikoo · 8 months ago

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random low effort Attack On Titan headcanons

-> I’m back from the long ass break lol, I’ll try to most more regularly <3

-> nothing is 18+ so everyone can interact, some of these could be a lil icky n they could give ur favs an ick but some r rlly sweet too <3

-> this a guy ver ill do a girl ver soon!

-> girl ver

EREN J.

listens to rap but fails to rap as fast as the rapper so it turns into him mumbling.😭

has a collection of funk pops

doesn’t have a mid, or bad but TERRIBLE spice tolerance.

thinks that his loud motorcycle is hot

his breath smells like onion sometimes

surprisingly doesn’t sweat alot

his fav colour is sage green and black

tries to act manly infront of mikasa but ends up looking stupid

argues with armin but when he proves him wrong he says “that’s exactly what I said!” 💀

doenst use sunscreen

tries to make food for armin and mikasa but fail so the trio end up making food together instead

lends armin his clothes

ARMIN A.

drinks jet black coffee every morning

his breath always smells like mint

has a collection of polo shirts

get sad/offended when he sees those tiktoks of ppl saying that blue eyes are scary.

listens to true crime on the daily

is very very organized like WAYYYY too organized, on his desk his pens, papers, clips etc are all sorted out in different containers, his clothes are washed and ironed perfectly in his closet with each drawer, his bathrooms smells so expensive all the time.

wears those shorts with longer black shorts underneath

has little/to no hair on his body expect his face

has a pet parrot

is allergic to dogs

JEAN K.

this man has a collection of colognes but only used 3 of them.

also has a tie collection

unlike eren he only knows how to cook the basics, coffee, salads, pancakes, cereal, eggs and bacon, pasta & noodles.

he isn’t super organized but like to have control, I feel like he’d have an obsession with vacuuming especially the living room.

watched BEN 10 as a kid

Fav colour purple

smokes cigs, but only sometimes.

calls his car “his lady”

loves to paint/draw

he’d be one of those guys who wear shorts and a tank and no socks around the house (nun wrong w that)

hairy legs but no hair on his arms n chest??? 😭

asks to borrow ur Netflix

spam comments under his partners posts

loves frank ocean

CONNIE S.

surprisingly I feel like Connie would know how to bake and very responsible when it comes to that.

still has the hand writing of a 7 year old

has a collection of tote bags

has a silver piercing in his left ear

loves chunky belts and chunky silver rings

a huge fan of ariana grande

doesn’t like sea food

loves to watch reality tv and get involved in drama

a nice gym bro

doesn’t smoke but drinks on occasions like he really takes his chance

has fully loaded biceps

has 3 suits. Black, grey and navy and rotates between them.

has seen every show/movie on Netflix

LEVI A.

black coffee everyday as well

loves to collect exotic types of tea

has a skincare routine of face wash, moisturizer and sunscreen

uses a bonnet when he sleeps

doesn’t eat meat

listens to rain ASMR when he can’t sleep

always has a bottle of water with him everywhere

his showers r 30 mins long

only wears suit pants

has a wallet with a pic of Hange in it

his fav cake is cheesecake but only eats it if the biscuit ratio is bigger than the cream cheese

loves red tulips

reads the news paper and listens to the radio everyday for 15 mins

ERWIN S.

eats only eggs and bacon with orange juice for breakfast

has a huge collection of suit shirts that he wears everyday

carries a small comb around

has a pen in his chest pocket

when he sees a good looking man he always admires them out loud

has 2 colognes that he rlly likes and wears

really good at cooking

tries to say Gen z slangs

a huge MJ fan

loves Sherlock Holmes

a hairy man

loves dogs

only uses sunscreen on his face

has a little bit of a sweet tooth

uses Vaseline all the time, he has a tub at his place, a tub in his office and a stick with him all the time

REINER B.

lactose intolerant

loves to rewatch his childhood shows/movies

loves salty things, actually he eats quite literally anything

scared of animals

has a fear of heights (??)

actually really great with kids

always rushes to the other side of the car to open the door for his lady

sucks ass at cooking

he is really strong but doesn’t have very good stamina

loves to play video games

very good at literature, wants to be an author (modern AU)

BERTHOLDT H.

nut allergy

has long fingers

very shy and doesn’t really have an opinion on anything

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msallurea · 2 years ago

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Things I'm manifesting

-Everything from my notes/Dream life (this just basically everything😭)

-Dream face

-Dream body

-Lighter prettier eyes

-Caramel brown skin (think goldenbih)

-Being 5'1 in a half + weighing 110lbs

-Smaller prettier feet, hands, toes, nails

-3b curls/perfect hair

-Lighter hair with caramel highlights

-Freckles + Beauty marks

-Natural makeup appearance

-Dream wardrobe/Fashion/Aesthetic

-Dream mansion + living in luxury city

-Being famous/celebrity/superstar/popstar

-Desired talents/talented at everything

-Being an it girl + sex symbol + muse + vixen (yall get it 😭)

-Being master manifestor + perfect pretty self concept (even tho technically I already am this its just like why not? Ya know😭)

-Dream parents/family + Being an only child (I'm sick of this sibling shit 😒) + radiate and embody hot older sister energy (just cuz I don't wanna be a older sister no more doesn't mean i dont still want the energy😭)

-Prettier handwriting +top notch writing skills/communication skills/over the top intelligence/stupidly high IQ(basically just the brainsy gyal)

-perfect 50/50 HD eye sight + looking hot asf in any pair of glasses (I wanna not be blind but still be fine)

-Prettier whiter teeth and pinker tongue and gums and just dental/mouth in general + OP top notch hygiene skills (I feel people who have bipolar depression understand this part)

-better mental health + no mental health issues + no anxiety/fearful etc

- balanced hormones + increased estrogen(as a girl I have wayy too much testosterone n I've been insecure about it for years)

-perfect coochani + OP coochanini skills (ummm so this is just self explanatory but honestly if yk yk 😭)

-Naturally smell like my desired scent (which is basically like a bakery n just so deliciously annoyingly sweet and seductive; but remember how I said I have too much testosterone gor my body to handle yea..ifykyk😭)

-No more sweating (I don't sweat excessive I just hate it period)

-top notch crystal clean health + no more constipation + no longer pooping n its healthy (ik somebody gon question me but those who suffer from severe constipation especially for me its been my whole life u understand where I'm coming from)

- desired voice + accent + unique lingo n slang etc

-Desired personality + persona + aura + vibe etc etc

-super flexibility skills

-unbearably photogenic videogenic audiogenic + always looking perfect naturally

-Desired school, friends, lover, etc + school it girl

-Speak/know already desired languages

-drivets license, car, motorcycle, etc etc

-Be intimidatingly wealthy (when I say wealthy I mean WEALTHYYYYY) + come from a family of aristocrats + wealthy generational family in general (yall know what I'm tryna say) + luxury etc etc

-Revised life and childhood

-Dream singing + rapping skills + song writing etc

-Good in all sports like frfr just good at everything (basically the perfect it girl)

-Be a Gazillion times better then Kokomi teruhashi (not tryna be self centered i promise🥲)

-Perfect life + graduation + live teenage fever dream

-Bald, completely hairless body and face (but keeping my brows, lashes and scalp hair)

It's more I just can't think of it rn but this is all I will be manifesting

How will I manifest all this?

So for me I'm not really tryna overcomplicate any more I'm just gonna go straight back to the basics n apply what I know which is choose what I desire, affirm/assume its done and persist. I already overconsumed so much and at this point it's a waste of time. I'm not really tryna do no challenges I'm just gonna focus strictly on trusting and having faith not just in myself but my imagination and subconscious thats its done n taken care of, I'll give yall updates on anything that happens soon! I love you guyssss💗💗💗

Affirmations I'll be using

-I have all of my desires from my notes

-I am living my dream life

-it is done

-I choose to live my new story, my old story no longer exist

#law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #neville goddard #affirm and persist #affirmations #MsAllurea

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onekindredspirit · 1 year ago

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This photo is the last remaining evidence that I once stood before the mystic portal of the O.K. Corral. Everything else except memory has been taken with time, and so I deposit this remnant here in salt and light and code. The O.K. Corral was a crumbling, condemned 5 bedroom Victorian villa that featured in my life when I was young. I rented it with a friend for, initially, $40 per week. That price was later negotiated down to 'rent free'. Mr. Fox, our landlord, was seen only once more, and on that occasion he tried to sell the place to us for $10,000. The current market value is around $1.5 million ... but money isn't everything. The O.K. Corral was a 'Dude Ranch' and the definition of that is "... an all-inclusive immersive vacation that includes lodgings, meals, horseback riding, fishing and hiking and more." Okay, there was no horseback riding, fishing or hiking but there were other things going on ... and more. Interestingly, the word 'dude' has changed meaning over the last 140 years. Today 'dude' means something like 'bro' but back in the 1880's, when 'Dude Ranches' first began, it was slang for an urbanite. As I write, things continue to fall into place.

I had known my friend since I was 6 years old. I don't think I liked him much back then. He was an extrovert and pushy when getting the painting resources at school. I didn't sit with him anyway because I was a 'foreigner' and I had to sit next to the only other foreigner in the class, Elizabeth Federinko, a Ukrainian girl who couldn't speak English and drew horses all day. I think it was the horse drawing that eventually drove me crazy or maybe it was something else ... possibly bad blood. Anyway, I'll call my friend 'Bukowski'. By the time we were 20 years old I quite liked the guy. Sure there were other arenas of male competition but I found myself better equipped to deal with those. The cool thing about pushy people is that they make thing happen and 'Bukowski' was no exception. For example, he could cook. We had a litany of weirdos and 'freaks' pass through the O.K. Corral. A note to the sensitive - to be called a freak back then was the highest form of compliment in our subculture. It was all a little crazy and you would be disappointed in me if I told you about life at the O.K. Corral, so I won't. Let's talk about something else. One day 'Bukowski' decided to move to another region of New Zealand, some place warmer that would better suit a boho gentleman with alcohol thinned blood. I have rarely lived alone but for a week I did until one morning I was woken at 1am by someone sitting on the end of my bed and talking to me. I wasn't clear as to what she was saying but I wasn't at all concerned as this was probably 'normal' when you don't lock your doors. Realising I was now awake she turned on the light.

I didn't know her but I knew who she was. I'd seen her riding around the city on a Norton Commando motorcycle which had impressed me because of her small size and once she had smiled at me as we passed each other on a city street. I remember that smile, it was powerful enough to stop and turn me around. It was a beautiful smile. The following morning she returned with her possessions and we shared my bed. I feel I had been looking for this person most of my life but when you dream someone into your life there's a danger that the results may be "... reductive and diminutive and I think basically misogynistic ..." as the writer Zoe Kazan once said in an interview when discussing the 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl' trope. Clementine, in the movie 'The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' warns Joel - "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours". One thing though, I was never quite sure if she was my projection or if I was, in fact, the projection of her own desires. But I'm comfortable with that. We lived together. She taught me a lot. I gave her love in return. 'Clementine' eventually moved to Australia, a place better suited to her large personality. Years later I was sitting having an espresso at Fidel's Cafe on Cuba Street when 'Clementine' walked past the large plate-glass window. I had only a glimpse of her face but from that brief moment I sensed that she was not happy and that her health was not good. I didn't get up and rush out to catch up with her. I didn't run after her seeking some meaningful reunion. I let her go ... and watched as she disappeared into the crowd. Sometime in the not too distant past I had discovered that the person I had been looking for all through my youth and into later life was myself. I let 'Clementine' go. But the night I wrote this I dreamed of 'Clementine' and it was a beautiful dream.

- One Kindred Spirit

#original writing #photographers on tumblr #original photography #subculture

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ciaossu-imagines · 2 months ago

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Hajime Sugoroku Headcanons

He can speak and write English at more than a conversational level, but less than fully fluent. There are words, particularly regional colloquialisms or slang, that he just won’t know or understand and he’ll need to have them patiently explained to him. Because of his accent, he has a hard time saying particular words, especially ones that have two consonants right next to each other, like psych.

However, both his writing in Japanese and English is very beautiful to look at. He has a surprising talent at calligraphy.

Going along with that, his signature is smooth, flowing, and pleasant to look at in English.

He’s been shaving his head since he was in his teens. He really doesn’t like his hair – it’s really thick, it won’t behave and goes every which way, it’s very coarse and straw-like in its texture. It’s a massive headache for him to maintain and if it gets at all long, it starts giving him headaches. He finds it easier to just shave it off and honestly, he thinks he looks good without hair. When his hair does grow in, it’s blonde.

He’s always had a horrible temper since he was a kid and he seemed almost supernaturally strong even back when he was a kid. His mother would get him to lift the furniture for her when she was vacuuming and Hajime, while he would complain, could do it, even for things like couches or heavy television sets.

The Sugoroku parents are alive. It’s just that, with their children grown up, they decided they could finally take time just to themselves, to both rekindle their relationship and pursue their dreams of travelling. They’re currently somewhere in Brazil, part of their plan to visit each and every country.

He was considered a weird one in high school because, while he had a lot of respect for the rules and cared about the honor of his school, actively participated in school activities and committees, he also had that nasty temper and had no problem with fighting others, making others view him as a little bit of a delinquent.

Definitely has GERD and probably a bleeding ulcer but, since he refuses to go to the doctor for his issues and just chalks them up to stress, he doesn’t get the help he needs for it. They’ll be caught at the next mandatory yearly check-up for the guards.

His biggest fear when he becomes on the elderly side is having to get yearly prostate exams.

While Samon does annoy him greatly and he does have issues with the man, he respects Samon on some level too.

Hajime considers Shiro as the inmate that every other inmate in his building should look up to – the one who became rehabilitated and went on to be of use to the world.

He imposes his insane standards and expectations for perfectionism on other people in some regards, but nowhere near the amount he puts them on himself. He will not be able to accept a compliment or answer what he did well in a situation if he finds even one sizeable mistake.

He genuinely finds paperwork calming.

While Yamato and Seitarou are kind of weird, he considers himself lucky in the people he has working under him anytime that he goes to other buildings. After all, he could have been stuck with someone like Inori.

He doesn’t just stick to one coffee order but changes it up. As long as he can still taste the coffee flavour, he’s willing to experiment with it.

On top of motorcycles, he does like classic cars. Gone in 60 Seconds is one of his favourite movies not just because he’s a closet Nicholas Cage fan but because of all the cars.

He likes shochu and it’ll be his choice for alcohol more often than not.

#nanbaka #nanbaka headcanons #building 13 #hajime sugoroku #sugoroku hajime #headcanons

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triptychcryptid · 23 days ago

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Had an idea based off THAT part of the Charity stream where JK Simmons was reading Ford's thirst tweets. XD

So like Linda and Sherman are really technologically savvy, and they keep up with the internet slang and lingo pretty well. When new ones come out, sometimes they still have to defer to Dipper and Mabel. And the NASA interns. XD But I could see Linda having a streaming channel that's like part Bill Nye (but with space or space movie facts) meets mythbusters meets a prank show. She'd be VERY popular. XD

One day, Sherman comes back from a run, he's wearing a green shirt that has Bill Nye on a motorcycle with beakers in his hand, and it says "Live Fast, Nye Young" on it, and it's...fitted. keep in mind that they both work out too, so the shirt shows off his muscles. He, of course, thinks nothing of it. Dipper got the shirt for him a few Christmases ago and it's one of his favorites.

He goes into the kitchen and walks behind Linda to get a glass of water. He starts drinking before he realizes she's streaming.

"Oh shit! Sorry,hon. I'll get out of your way." He walks out of frame. Linda looks at her screen for a second.

"Wait, no, come back!" She yells.

"What? Why?" She cackles at him.

"You're making the internet THIRSTY. They're calling you Zaddy." Sherman walks back on screen.

"What? Me? No. I'm not a Zaddy."

"They say you can GET IT." She says, laughing. He smirks a bit and puts an arm around her.

"They really think I'm hot, huh? Do they think YOU'RE hot? Because they should."

"Oh yeah, they call me Space Mommy." Sherman laughs.

"That's hilarious. But accurate."

"Ooo! I just remembered something! I'll be right back, guys! Sherman, entertain them for a minute!" Rushes off. Sherman watches her, confused.

"Wha, hey! Where are you going?!"

Getting further away "I'm setting up a thirst trap!"

Sherman "...Okay. whelp, what should we talk about, guys?" Looks at the screen to see what the chat is saying. "Oh, someone wants to hear when we met and some cute stories. Okay, we met in college. We had a lot of the same classes and ended up being lab partners alot. We starting becoming friends after we realized we were both giant nerds.

Ooh, here's one of my favorite stories! So Linda rides motorcycles, right? In about 1976, she bought her first bike off her older brother, and it was her baby. She loved that thing. And let's be honest, she looked pretty bitchin' riding it. Thing is, any of you that ride bikes know they don't do so well in the winter. She knew this too. But she's stubborn. So I'm driving to school one day in my old lifted 1969 Chevy C10 pickup truck, and who do I see trying to push her bike up the hill? Linda."

"I pull over and roll down the passenger window and ask if she wants a ride. At first she says she's okay, then she stops and looks at the bike, then looks at the truck and decides she wants a ride. Luckily, I have a ramp from when my older brother, Stan was 15 and decided he wanted to ride bikes. We had to go pick him up ALOT."

"We get the bike in the back and she gets in. I'm giving her shit about trying to ride her bike up a hill in the winter, when she suddenly says 'Wait, shut up! ...Are you listening to Journey?' And she starts singing along to Mystery Mountain, holding an invisible Mic and flailing around so violently she's shaking the car. We sang Journey all the way to the College. That was the exact moment I started liking her as more than a friend."

The chat starts FREAKING OUT over this little tidbit when Linda comes back with Sherman's brown leather jacket from the early 80's. Sherman laughs.

"Oh god, you brought that thing out?"

" Yes! Put it on! You're about to make them PARCHED." Sherman grins and puts it on. Linda adresses the camera 'Guys, he's had this since we were in COLLEGE. And it STILL FITS. Well, except the arms. It's a bit tight there." Squeezes his upper arm and waggles her eyebrows. The chat explodes with a bunch of "🥵🥵" comments. XD

#these two are the chaotic grandparents we all need #they know exactly what they're doing #sherman pines #gravity falls #linda pines #gravity falls sherman #shorts #writing one shots #sillies

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peachjagiya · 6 months ago

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What do you think about tae (during the phonecall) not knowing jimin and jungkook were filming a travel vlog? Wouldnt a bf know what the other was doing?

Maybe the company is releasing ays, to show that none of the maknae ships are real.

That's not my reading of it.

JK: *calls* oh he's working.

Tae: *answers with something production saw fit to mute*

JK: oiii. Where are you right now?

Tae: I'm at a photoshoot.

JK: We're filming a show.*

*Korean subs say "촬영중이야" which deepl, papago and Google all translate as "I'm filming". Note he doesn't say what he's filming.

Tae: where?

JK: In New York. I'm riding a motorcycle tomorrow.

Tae: are you really riding a motorcycle?

JK: yeah we're riding my motorcycle.

Tae: that's cool.

[an edit]

JK: have fun, Taehyung!

Tae: so you can ride a bike in your travel show?**

** Korean subs say "야 여프로 찍는 거면은 거기서 오토바이도 타고 다녀 오케이" which translates basically the same but all the translators struggled with 여프로 possibly because Tae is using slang? It is yeo-peulo which, correct me if I'm wrong Korean speakers, is Yeo meaning travel and peulo as in programme so travel show.

JK: ok! *Hangs up*

So that's the transcript and all the info is there.

JK only says he's filming. He doesn't specify what.

Tae later mentions the "travel show" despite the fact that JK didn't say travel show. I take that to mean he knew what he was filming just not where exactly.

But then also note JK knows Tae is at work - he possibly works that out from Tae's background - but still asks where he is. It's just conversational. And considering JK's background was a black cabin in the dark, Tae asking "where?" is even more like "wait, where are you right now?"

It could be that JK gave Tae a rundown of what he was filming in that edited section. Feels a bit like they'd leave that in but sure maybe? But its besides the point. What happened in the edited out section is a mystery to us both, anon. We both have the same information. I read it one way, you read it another.

👍

Edit: oh also to add, if post prod had to mute whatever Tae said, and JK exclaimed and shifted his screen the way he did, JK may have mentioned they were filming like "don't say anything you shouldn't say."

But that's again just my reading.

#my asks #taekook #are you sure

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millportisntreal · 6 months ago

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OH MY GOD thinking about Jean getting more into motorcycles before he and Jeremy are a thing and Cat and Laila teach him that “hog” is slang for motorcycle (because it IS) and then Jeremy rides with him sometime and another Trojan asks what they’ve been up to and Jean, straight faced, tell them that “Jeremy rode on his hog” and Jeremy DIES ON THE SPOT

#the sunshine court #jean moreau #jeremy knox #laila dermott #cat alvarez #tsc #jerejean #aftg

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izurathespookyskeleton · 1 year ago

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I started a list of Sonic 3 movie predictions/bingo stuff imma just leave them here and update it until the movie comes out.

Some of these have came from set leaks/story board leaks (kinda) just a warning!!

• Shadow voiced by Keanu Reaves

• Voiced by Christian Bale

• Voiced by Robert Pattinson

• Voiced by Hayden Christiansen

• Shadow riding a motorcycle?

• Shadow/Sonic air skating???

• Somebody does the floss (…)

• “he’s right behind me isn’t he?” Or along those lines

• Stone has a main villain moment (🙏)

• Badass Agent Stone

• Stone getting handcuffed again (a girl could hope)

• Stone getting a change of wardrobe (fancy villain suit like the fanarts)

• Robotnik using Gen z slang

• Rototnik making a pop culture reference

• Robotnik says Slay

• Maidnik…

• More dancing scenes🙏

• Another random but popular actor makes an appearance.

• More metal music from Robotnik (still clutching to that hc he listens to metal)

• A girl could imagine he listens to Depeche Mode

• Stone dies??!!

• Robotnik dies part 2

• Stone gets a hand in his mouth again…

• Pin urself to the wall part 2!!!???

• Snapcube reference? (One could hope)

• I Am…All Of Me - Crush 40 in the soundtrack.

• We got coffee shop au in the last movie can we get another troupe :3 (watch it be major character death or like angst…)

• If Stobotnik gets a kiss scene (most unlikely) throw a party. Make a Stobotnik cake, treat urself to a restaurant candle lit dinner. (Not counting on it as much as I want it)

• ORRRR if they do get a gay scene they’re gonna do the media curse for gay ppl and kill one of them off. 😣

• Stobotnik hug scene (pls pls pls pls pls)

• They share a lair. (Like them damn bank accounts)

• Take a shot everytime Stone stares lovingly at the doctor

• Matching outfits???☹️

• Sonic and Robotnik have to work together at some point???

• DAMSEL IN DISTRESS ROBOTNIK!! GET HIS MAN TO SAVE HIM!!!!🗣️

• Stone in action (lemme see this man toss somebody pretty pls)

• Can these guys be as touchy as they were in the bts and deleted scenes pls😭😭 jfc

• LMAO Agent Stone name reveal?

• Face grab part ???

• Kid Cudi gives us another banger?

#sonic the hedghog movie #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie 3 #stobotnik #agent stone #doctor robotnik #dr robotnik #sonic predictions #If you have more let me know I am updating this whenever I can #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #Screaming crying begging for badass agent stone #i love agent stone #2024 bingo #sonic bingo!!!#some of these are added for shits and giggles

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myreygn · 1 year ago

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kny modern au - characters: hashira

includes: gyomei, tengen, giyuu, sanemi, obanai, kanae, kyojuro, mitsuri, shinobu, muichiro

HUGE thanks and shout out to @giggly-squiggily and @trans-ace-lee for their contributions to this au and indulging my brainrots ♡

inspiration was taken from the german school system because that's what i grew up and am most familiar with:

ages 2-6 (flexible, not mandatory): kindergarten

ages 6-10 (grades 1-4): elementary school

ages 10/11-16/17 (grades 5-10): "secondary school", the diploma qualifies you for an education outside of university (craft sector, social sector etc)

ages 16/17-18/19 (grades 11-12): "upper school", the diploma qualifies you for university

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Himejima Gyomei (27, theology major)

grew up in a buddhist orphanage after his parents gave him up because they were ableist idiots who didn't want to raise a blind child

had a very happy childhood, has never been adopted and isn't upset about it in the slightest

went on a spiritual journey for five years after school and wrote a bestseller book about it

started going to university at age 23, helps out at the orphanage whenever he can

has a seeing-eye dog named Curry (a four year old black labrador and the only being on earth he would kill for, he got her when he returned from his journey)

can afford his own flat and lives right next to the orphanage with Curry

advocate for a more inclusive university life and very active in groups fighting for disability rights, both on and off campus

Uzui Tengen (23, music major)

was somewhat of a public figure from a very young age because the Uzui clan is one the richest, most powerful families in the country and everyone in town knows who they are

always hated his parents and moved out at 18, got a small fortune (that's rich people slang for a ton of money, source: trust me) from a cool uncle and used it to open a night club which is very popular with the locals

has no contact to his siblings (even tho he'd like to) and avoids all of his dad's properties like the plague

started going to university at age 20 because he wanted to do something with his passion

plays a bunch of instruments (piano, harp, guitar, violin, shamizen, koto and like ten different types of flute)

lives with his girlfriends in an almost-a-mansion and throws the best partys anyone has ever been to

Tomioka Giyuu (21, philosophy major)

his parents died when he was three years old and him and his sister went through foster care until she came off age and became his legal guardian, they're super close

has been studying several martial arts at Urokodaki's dojo since he was in elementary school

picked philosophy as a major because he had no idea what else to do but it's actually fun??

he mostly just sits in the back and draws stick figures but once a week he'll say something that makes everyone rethink their entire life (no one really understands what's happening inside his head but his professors are convinced he's a genius)

teaches little kids in the dojo because Urokodaki thinks it'd be good for him, he's slowly warming up to it

the type of peanut allergy where his throat closes up at the sight of them, when they were in fifth grade Sanemi almost killed him because he didn't know about it and it delayed their friendship by roughly two years

Shinazugawa Sanemi (21, physics major)

abusive pos dad got stabbed when he was ten, helped his mom raise his younger siblings and is super close with all of them

moved out at 20 when his mom encouraged him to spend more time at university, roommates with Obanai, Giyuu and Sabito

colorblind from birth and dysgraphic when it comes to handwriting, uses recording devices and laptops in class

used to get into a lot of fights in school and still works on not doing that™, most people think he's scary and a delinquent (and also a murderer because it's kinda sus that none of the family members showed up at their dad's funeral)

biker, the motorcycle has wind art on it and he mostly uses it to pick up the tons of children that somehow snuck into his friend circle and take Kanae on drives, loves bringing his guitar to play her something in the moonlight

suffered through school for the most part, a new teacher (Kagaya) in tenth grade inspired him to finish "upper school" and study physics

loves Gyomei's dog like a daughter

Kocho Kanae (21, biology major)

lives with her family and has no plans of moving out until she finishes university, helps a ton in the household

the best big sister ever, drives all of her sisters and their friends around and picks them up at 3am when they're stranded somewhere (also doesn't pretend to hate it, unlike certain other older siblings with their own vehicles)

has always been into gardening and is really getting into permaculture, puts plants wherever she can and loves flowers

most of her cooking ingredients are from her own garden, vegetarian (everything she cooks or bakes will be the best thing you ever ate)

has the voice of an angel, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho refuse to go to bed without her singing them a lullaby

christmas is her favorite time of the year, she goes all out with planning the festivities and getting everyone gifts and needs three whole days to recharge afterwards

has to wear a biteguard when she's stressed because she'll start clenching her teeth in her sleep and works really hard to keep it a secret from everyone

Iguro Obanai (21, philosophy major)

somewhat of a local legend, not by his own doing but by people just making shit up about him

grew up in a cult of which all the members were killed in a fire with him being the only survivor and a huge news story all across the country at age 12

moved to another city as soon as he was old enough to start anew but the rumors follow him everywhere (and it doesn't help that he talks to his snake)

mostly annoyed by the rumors but also likes to use them to scare people of who are being super pushy or harassing his friends (that's the first time in his life he found friends, he can and will commit atrocious crimes on their behalf)

originally enrolled in zoology, then switched majors when the professors wanted to use Kaburamaru as a test subject

spends his time in philosophy class taking a stance against whatever Giyuu says and has an entire folder filled with essays criticizing his statements

always carries headphones with him, listens to lofi because he likes it, mcr because he feels it in his soul and doom metal solely to fuck with tengen ("Screaming is not music!")

Rengoku Kyojuro (20, history major)

still lives at home with his dad and brother because he didn't want to leave Senjuro behind, spends most of his time out of the house tho and is looking for a flat right now

works parttime at a restaurant that's called Umainia and his friends have yet to figure out whether he says "Umai" all the time because he likes his food or to advertise his work place

slightly hearing impaired, has hearing aids prescribed that he just forgets to put in at all times

doesn't have a driver's license, goes by bike everywhere no matter the weather

gets close to people easily, is well beloved amongst Senjuro's friends and also makes an effort to get to know them so he can be sure Senjuro's in good hands

regularly forgets people's names but never their birthdays

collects old books and learned a bunch of old languages just to be able to read them

Kanroji Mitsuri (19, art major)

still lives at home because she wants to stay with her family and help take care of her siblings, also claims that she had invested too much time in her room to just leave it behind (her room looks like every cool fluffy fairy core room you have ever seen on pinterest, it's the coziest place on earth)

if there's a sanrio themed version of stuff she needs, she's getting it, no questions asked.

slightly allergic to dogs, she doesn't care though and cuddles with Curry all the time, she calls it confrontation therapy (it works)

animal lover in general, she even built a little terrarium in her room so Kaburamaru has a comfy spot for his naps when Obanai stays over

has kept every drawing she ever made and sometimes looks through them for inspiration, also likes to track her progress that way

there's a coffee shop across the street from her house where she has been customer of the month every month consistently for four years as well as an honorary mention ever since she was six

Kocho Shinobu (18, student)

in her last year of school and likely about to graduate with a perfect score

founder and president of the first aid club, also head of the student council and an active member on every committee the school has to offer

recently got her driver's license but keeps it a secret so she doesn't have to play chauffeur for her sisters

effectively avoids getting asked out for dates by being very scary™ (and taking jiu jitsu classes since elementary school), she's also your go to person when creepy weirdos won't leave you alone

loves cooking with her sisters and often shares her own recipes with Kanao, she also has her own little corner in Kanae's garden where she plants stuff that she uses to make her own medicine

has a lot on her plate with school and her clubs and some volunteer stuff she does here and there, so she goes to the local animal shelter once a week to cuddle and play with the cats and dogs there, it's her little safe zone to unwind and she doesn't tell anyone about it

the biggest fan of psychological thrillers you will ever meet

Tokito Muichiro (14, student)

in eighth grade and no one knows how he did it but everyone suspects that his brother took at least some of his exams in his place

he's not bad at school per se but he just can't memorize stuff, you're lucky if he knows your name after sitting next to each other for six months

is a member of the cooking club tho and absolutely thriving there, he never goes by recipe and creates the most delicious things but he won't tell anyone his secret ingredients because he can't remember them either

absolutely loves visiting his friends' houses, he's so happy seeing how their rooms reflect them

followed Yuichiro everywhere all throughout elementary school, then made his first friend in fifth grade (Tanjiro of course) and has been getting more and more independent ever since

constantly misses bus stops or takes trains in the wrong direction and is always late because of it, however he has also acquired an extensive knowledge of the town and can give you directions to pretty much everywhere

tries his very best to remember his friends' birthdays but forgets his own every year because it just kinda slips his mind that he has the same birthday as Yuichiro

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klaus-littlestwolf · 1 year ago

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Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…

Get piercings (and what kind)?

Stargaze?

Give their motorcycle a affectionate name?

Keep up with the newest slang or not bother with it?

Like sweet things or dislike it?

Be a cuddler?

Smell the best (naturally or with the help of a cologne)?

Carve the best pumpkin?

Be the best at telling stories, especially scary ones?

Know more on how to fix or modified motorcycles?

Collect seashells, concert tickets, postcards, band pins, souvenirs, etc.?

Know how to play the guitar?

Be the last to get up or the first to go to sleep?

Lost Boys Most Likely To 1

1) They all have their ears pierced but if anyone was going to get other piercings, it would probably be Paul on a dare which would probably be his nose or some other kind of ear piercing, all 4 of them however would try to talk you into other piercings like your bellybutton or in Paul and Marko’s case, your tongue, which they would all hold your hand for and then later on in the night, kill the piercer for ever causing their Princess pain

2) Marko would probably star gaze with you, and Dwayne would accidentally stumble into doing it by relaxing with you and being so quiet that eventually you pull him into the activity

3) They all ABSOLUTELY have a name for their motorcycle though none of them will admit it out loud to each other, or honestly to anyone but their mate who is sworn to secrecy by each of them! David 100% calls his bike Black Beauty! Marko would call his bike something intimidating but simple like Viper, Paul’s bike would definitely be called something hinting to how fast it is, he eventually decided on Speed Demon. And Dwayne would choose to call his bike something that links back to his connection with animals which is why he settles on Night Wolf. Their little mate would be the only person to know their names for their bikes, the would never even tell each other!

4) None of the boys give a damn about the newest ‘slang terms’, they’re immortal and it changes every few years honestly, it all sounds completely stupid to them and it just keeps getting dumber and dumber over time

5) The boys all still love eating human food, sweets being a fun treat, especially since their mate loves sweets so much but honestly they prefer to enjoy finding and hunting a particularly sweet smelling human rather than stop at a bakery

6) They all love cuddling with Y/n, however the biggest cuddler is probably Dwayne…maybe Marko

7) Naturally they all smell like death, they’re undead and they kill people daily, however they all try and cover up that smell a little bit when with their girl so they’ll wear extra deodorant and cologne that they’ve swiped from stores on the boardwalk. David’s is probably your favorite, he had made sure to choose something he knew you would drool over

8) It takes you days (actually nights but you get the meaning) of begging for all of them to agree to carve pumpkins with you at Halloween. Paul and Marko were down and excited, Laddie also getting excited and in on the activity almost immediately, but both Dwayne and especially David had to be talked into giving it a try. Shockingly David was the best out of all of you when it came to pumpkin carving, his knife skills were truly something to behold

9) David is 110% the best at telling scary stories, he can creep you out, majorly unsettle you, or scare you so bad you nearly piss your pants, it depends on his audience and his mood, it’s an awesome gift honestly. Dwayne however (with his Native American background) grew up being told stories by his family around campfires and he truly has a gift for unique and spiritual story telling. David can make you pee your pants, Dwayne can make you cry

10) Dwayne was probably the most talented when it came to modifying or fixing the bikes and he did the repairs on all 4 of the bikes most of the time, except for when David was determined to do it himself (usually just leaving a mess for Dwayne to fix) but sometimes he got it right…at least that’s what Dwayne tells him

11) Marko collects patches for his jacket obviously but when it comes to collections, no one beats Paul. His vinyl collection is unmatched, as is his band t-shirt collection, he also collects pins that usually get pinned on one of his many posters in that collection that hang around the entire cave but his shirts and vinyls are the most impressive and extensive. Dwayne has a little collection of feathers and animal skulls that he makes into jewelry but he insists it doesn’t count as a ‘collection’

12) Both Paul and Marko know how to play the guitar but Paul is much better at it, Dwayne knows how to play the drums quite well and David, oddly enough, knows how to play the piano which he resents and never shows anyone but Y/n

13) David is the first to wake and the last to crash, Paul and Marko often go back and forth for the last to wake up and the first to fall asleep (usually dragging Y/n with them)

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