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jeansplaytoy · 8 months ago

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Complaining - Ony. 6

<<part five part seven>>

arguing , angst (?) , ony being the “worst” , language , mentions of cheating / lying .

the waits are killing me too . NOT PROOF READ forgive me .

“so you sayin… this nigga told you he wasn’t going to the party, at the same time he was taking me.” you crossed your arms.

ony sat on the same couch as you, different distances because your hits hurt. even though he apparently didn’t have anything to lie about.

“yeah.” his ex girlfriend said, glancing at him across from you. ony looked at you and smacked his lips. “ian gon lie. y/n you gotta be the dumbest person i know if you believe that.”

“boy shut the hell up.” you rolled your eyes at him. you looked back at the girl. “you got message proof?”

when she turned the phone around after a few seconds, you didn’t even bother looking fully at the messages. the only thing you saw was “ian goin to that par-“ and that’s all you read before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath in.

ony frowned and looked at the messages. “man hol’ up-“

“shut up. you, you do know he literally just wanted me to start taking to him again, right? like before that party?”

“he ain’t tell me that.” she crossed her arms.

“yep. you can go.” you muttered before getting up and going upstairs. as you heard his ex girlfriend get up and leave, ony followed you to his room.

“bruh-“

“i’m good man. ion even wanna hear it.” you pursed your lips together.

“ma, im being dead ass serious when i say she lyin.” ony said with his hands in his pockets by the doorway. “right then what did them messages say?” you squinted. “ony sighed inaudibly and longingly. “that ain’t me. on some real shit.”

“yknow… ion even know why i bothered tryna restart wit’ you. cause i really thought we could have something and i thought we was gon make it this time without fucking up, but it’s always you, onyankopon.” you stared at him while getting your things from around his room.

ony started to open his mouth and say something, but suddenly he closed his mouth and stared at you with now, blank eyes. “okay.”

you frowned a little and paused what you were doing. “okay?”

“if you ain’t gon believe what i’m telling you, even though i’m not fuckin lyin, then what else can i say? ‘y/n forgive me for telling the truth. i love you.’ i’m sicka that shit.” he said, still leaning on the doorway.

you blinked for a couple seconds. “you.. make me so fuckin’ sick. honestly, i wish i never met yo ass. like everything you do just hurts.” you threw your things on the bed.

ony just walked over to his bed and sat down. “right. cus you can’t seem to believe one fuckin’ thing that be comin outta my mouth and you so fuckin gullible, you believe everything another bitch tell you.” he scoffed and laid back, putting his arms behind his head.

“alright.” you raised your eyebrows, grabbing your things and starting to walk towards the door. “don’t… worry…” you said, picking up the things you were dropping on the way out. “bout me.”

you thought everything was finally gathered until one thing from the middle of the stack dropped, then everything dropped.

yep. that’s it.

you let out a deep, agonizing groan and looked back at ony, who just stared at you. “you done?” he raised his eyebrows. you furrowed your eyebrows and inhaled, your breath shaky as you did so. “i like you for real ony…” you scratched your head and looked at the ground. “you just don’t know.”

“y/n, i promise you i know, but i’m tryna tell you.”

“i’m not bouda sit here and listen to no lies ony. she showed me the messages, i’m done wit this whole thing.” you shook your head. ony sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. “what the fuck i gotta do to prove to you that ion want nothing to do wit her nomo? you can look at my messages from when we started talkin again, you can ask around, ion know what else to say to you.”

“why the fuck would you wanna show me the same messages she showed me?” you frowned. “you know what, this is why-“

ony dragged his hands over his face. as you went on and on about how stupid he was, he stared at the floor, covering his mouth with his hands and slowly shaking his head.

he should’ve never cheated.

he should’ve never lied.

your whole personality wouldn’t have changed. that’s the only reason you’re acting like this, and he knew that.

“i’m sorry.”

you stopped your rant and looked at him. “what?”

“i’m sorry, it ain’t gon happen again. is that what you wanna hear?” he looked at you with bored eyes. you pursed your lips together. “so it did happen.”

“naw. no. hell no. but if you want a sorry, or whatever you want, you got it. i’m just tryna be happy witchu bruh.”

you stayed silent, picking up your things, feelings tears swell in your eyes. never in your life have you cried over a nigga but here you are, doing just that.

“is you cryin?”

“i’m calling mikasa so she can take me home. don’t call me, text me, ion wanna hear yo voice. just delete my contact or some shit because…” you shook your head, leaving out of onys room.

going downstairs, you took out your phone to call mikasa.

“hello?”

“come pick me up. you got my location.”

before she could say anything back, you hung up.

so much for talking things out.

#jeansplaytoy♡︎#onyankopon x reader #onyankapon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon #ony aot #ony x reader #ony x black reader

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damianwayne0 · 1 year ago

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Minecraft || (2)

(part 2)

Part 1 | Part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Tim : open up!!! * Banging on the door *

Dick , sleeping: wha- * falls of his bed * what the duck? Who is it? * Goes to open the door* Tim?

Tim : where are they!? * Hitting dick with a diamond sword *

Dick: ouchhh wtf man stop! Idk what you are talking about!

Tim : I know it's you * still hitting dick*

Dick: NO NO STOP! I AM ON ONE HEART STOPP!

Tim , finally stopping: give those back than!

Dick : Tim I really don't know what you're talking about.

Tim: Than who took it!?

Dick : i don't know maybe tell me first that what went missing!?

Tim, nervously scratching his head : hehe oh yeah . My 6 stacks of cobble stones went missing, I can't find them anywhere!

Dick, thinking something : cobble stones? And 6 stacks?

Tim : Yes and Yes .

Dick : I know! Maybe Damian took them!

Tim , confused: why would he take them?

Dick : Y/n kicked him out after he accidentally deleted her Minecraft world

Tim : ha! Serves him right. But how is that related ?

Dick : bruh, idiot now he needs to build a new house so maybe he took your cobble stones.

Tim : hmmm your right, it could be the reason. I am going to him!

Dick : and I am coming along so you guys don't kill each other.

I hope you liked it✨^⁠_⁠^ There will be part 3 Like if you liked it hehe

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thechaoticdruid · 10 months ago

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So like I've seen some companion body type headcanons and while I'm for more inclusive body representation (being a plus size person myself.) I'm not a big fan of people changing the way our companions look. (Idk probably a pet peeve of mine.)

I understand the Gale chubby Headcanons because wizard who stayed locked away for a year with his books and he likes to cook. (I personally love the headcanon where he uses magic to get his abs and is normally just a thin average build fella without it.) Of course I'm also fully supportive of the idea of Gale doing push ups in his tower, possibly with several large books stacked onto his back.

But Halsin....man lives outside and doesn't believe in technology and probably would never dare eat anything not all natural. This man hunts, forages and grows his own food in my mind. His abs make sense bruh. And just cause he likes honey doesn't mean he's shoveling gallons down his throat.

Astarion I kinda headcanon had abs pre-vampirism like due to some narcissistic vanity obsession so he likely worked out after his magistrate job just to look as beautiful as possible, which is one of the reasons Cazador chose to turn him. And because vampirism stops aging, it probably also keeps body changes from happening I suppose. Vampires do not need blood to survive, they are already dead, they need it because it'll drive them mad with hunger because of their curse, so it shouldn't cause physical changes to their bodies. Astarion having abs works with his whole most beautiful man in the entire world thing he's got going. It's important to his story that he's unnaturally pretty damnit.

Again I'm all for more body type rep but honestly I'd prefer if it was for Tav/Durge instead. I really don't need the companions to be thicker or thinner to be happy. Just let me make a Tav that looks like me damnit.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #halsin silverbough #body types #bg3 headcanons #baldur's gate three

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fictionalhoedown · 4 months ago

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Stanford Pines x Self-Insert

Summary ;; Ford Pines discovers a strange glowing red flower, obviously he brings it back to the shack to bring it underground and study it. But Stanley has other plans, seeing it as a business opportunity, but of course he messes it up

~~~~ (I'm sorry I forgot to use they/them pronouns so this is a Stan x female self insert)~~~~

EdIt;: Im rly sorry if its bad, its been a long while since I wrote fanfic but I love this man to death I need this ;( y'all would tell me if this is shit or not right? pls hlp

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Stanley's POV

Ford comes barreling in with something glowing red in his hands "the hell is that?" his brother didn't reply, instead he neatly stacked his books and gently places on the diner table a black pot with a large glowing flower.

Similar to a Lily, three long tubes with large pollen balls on each end gently emited small visible spores. I get irritated that he's ignoring me, again, and turn the tv off to lessen the noise "hey dick face!".

He looks at me with the highest form of disrespect, "Can you please tell me what the hell that thing is doing in my living room?" Ford huffed and straightened his glasses.

"techniqly this is my house Stanley. secondly! I don't know! I found it today. But I do know that I need to drive to my lab and retrieve some nessecary equipment items that I think would be beneficial of concealing this thing until I can learn more~"

The nerdy Pine brother looked 'too' excited about this research, "riiiiight, because playing with a flower is scientific?" my brother groans again "god why are you so childish! Just let me be happy about this discovery" I held my hands up in defense.

As he packed somethings up, he takes a step and looks at me very seriously, "listen Stan, I'm gonna be gone a while. Please, do not sell the damn flower in your freak shop. And more importantly. Do. Not. Touch. It."

I look back at the flower, everything about it calling to me to not sell it but cause general mischief for my brother and his nerdy hobbies. "yeah yeah, I promise! Jeez, you really think so low of your own blood?" he rolls his eyes and exits the living room with a sarcastic "yes.".

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Self-Insert's POV

My cold wet hair dripped down my hot skin, I wrapped the towel around my chest, securing it well, then clipping the bottom, for no unnecessary 'drafts' of wind.

I combed my hair back out of my face and misted some perfume on before leaving the bathroom with the intention of going to my room and getting dressed. Until, !CRASH!

Rushing down the stairs with zero regards for slipping on my ass, I make it to the bottom to find Stanley Pines, my dear close friend, face covered in what looked like red spray paint and a broken flower pot with soil on the ground.

"Stan! What the- " I run to his side, holding his face with my hands to inspect the damage. I sprint to the kitchen and get some wet paper towels, trying to gently remove the mystery color from his face.

"Yeah yeah I know, Ford told me not to touch it already. But I didn't techniqly!" As I am dabbing his nose with the wet towel I give him a 'bruh' look. He protests "I'm serious! That damn flower basically farted this stuff in my face!" I laugh at his explanation.

As I finish cleaning the last of the flower spores from his eyes and nose, I notice an unfamiliar heat radiating from him like he was a mobile fireplace. Looking at his face, I see without the spores he is very flushed and red faces, a gentle sweat beginning at his bushy silver brows.

I put my lips to his forehead to feel his temperture, only to be met with an iron skillet burning my face, "Ow! Good Lord, how are you still alive! Your burning like grits with no butter!" I push the hair from his dripping face, to better see, he seems shy and sheepish? Stanley Pines? Shy?

Stanley's POV

I can't handle it, god this was such a mistake, I should have listened to Ford! Her glowing skin was the only thing I could pay attention to, as she spoke it was like how adults speak in cartoons.

When she was cleaning my eyes with the paper towel, I felt her breath, it sent chills through my whole body, like I was a teenager again! Her neck looked so... exposed... My body was turning up the heat like it was thanksgiving day.

I unconsciously trailed my eyes downward, (Self-Insert) continued her health assessment check with me, all my senses got more and more sensative. The TV volume was on low but it sounded like it was wracking inside my skull.

The living room light looked so bright and yellow for my eyes, I thought they were gonna dry away to dust. (Self-Insert)'s smell, fueling me into my lungs and straight to my member, so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

Her touch, as she nervously holds onto my arm for foundation, I can't think about anything else but the electrical storm going on with her beautiful body being pressed up against my old ass having a stroke on the floor in my fucking boxers. Real charming Stanley.

I unknowingly found myself gripping her wrist to bring her closer, hooking my arm around her waist and cupping each hip perversely. "T-Toots-... I can't... think... I don't think I... can even breath right now... but-" looking up deep into her eyes, the tent on me rises high to the sky.

Self-Insert's POV

The elder man aggressively shoved me, falling to my back but not hitting my head, thanks to his hand engulfing the back of my skull. Stanley's arms were firmly planted next to my head, his girtle not present but his very, very large lower half pushing past my legs, nothing but the thin blue and white striped cloth gently laying against my womanhood like a dog sitting on top of the bun.

"I can't explain how much I want- no..." Stanley falls forward, dipping his head to my throat like he's gonna rip it all out, "Need you~" I watch carefully, scared but, weirdly excited? His giant hands engulfing my wrists, the heart violently beating against his palm, "Stan." I say, to try and get his attention.

Suddenly rocking his hips to an imaginary song, he shifted his hands from my wrists to my biceps, pushing his weight on me as both our pre-cum juices covered and soaked his boxers. I couldn't run, the man was 5x larger than me, and I mean, It's not like it doesn't feel good~

Stanley grunted exhastedly, looking like a horny boy humping his pillow. The stubble on his face scratched all over me as he open mouth licked me like a loli-pop and drunkenly sucked hickies from my throat to my collarbones, he kept saying stuff like "I swear. you taste so good.", "I wish I could eat you like cake~", "say my name again, and I think I'll bust".

Gently removing himself from licking my neck, Stan suddenly rips my towel open, my no longer steaming body, hitting the freezing cold ac air of the mystery shack. Not saying a word, a small dripple of saliva dripping from his lip as sweat poured from his face.

His calloused fingers found their way to my chest with no hesitation, picking each bud with his pointer and thumb and rolling them around, my breath hitched as he pulled and let them fall back watching the buds grow stuffer and pinker "pretty, pink, buds" he murmurs.

While he gawked and played with my titties, I open my legs a bit more, adding to the closeness, his shaft firmly pressed to my soaking entrance. Reaching for the elastic of his boxers, I stick my thumbs in, circling around his waist and intending to push them down, feeling his swelled tip bed for attention.

!!EHEM!!-

Stanley's POV

(Self-Insert) sat in my lap as we watched my favorite romantic drama movie, my brother sat at the table next to us, toying with his glowing flower, that surprisingly lived.

Ford gagged once more, like he did for the 100th time, "I fucking hate you Stanley.".

I groan and drop my arm from the air dramatically, "Jesus fucking Christ Ford I already said I was in the wrong and I was sorry. How was I supposed to know it was gonna spit some sexy love juice in my face!" (Self-Insert) chuckled nervously as her face turned beat read again.

"Lets all of us just forget it okay. Please? Ugh~"

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I"M SO SORRY THAT WAS BAD- It was rushed and I'm finishing this at one thirty In the morning- AND I ALSO WORK- the lengths I go for horniness...

pls like...

#stanley pines #stan x reader #stanley pines x reader #gravity falls #ford pines

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skelly-words · 1 year ago

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Sukuna/gn!Reader

Summary- this is a little fic I wrote in one sitting kinda based off my headcanons. There’s a whole outline for their relationship that I have going on in my head, but this is when they meet in college. I think they’re both juniors or seniors.

this isn't even a meet-cute or anything because Sukuna is such a douche. He doesn't even tell the MC his name bruh.

It’s a quiet morning. School is busy; study, lecture, homework, exams, repeat. It’s gotten better as the year progresses and you settle into a quiet routine. These mornings are nice; when you’re forced to get up with the sun and walk to the bus you take to campus.

Your professor is boring. He’s an older man who probably had amazing ideas in his youth. But now, he often loses his train of thought halfway through equations. It made the class difficult to take notes in and the final would suck, but as long as you passed, it didn’t matter. As an act of mercy, lecture ends early. You slide your hefty laptop into your bag and sling it over your shoulder. The next class you have is still a few hours away. You walk to the West end of campus, where a cluster of cafes supplies students with caffeine and a warm place to study when the weather gets icy. It’s too busy for you to hang around, so you just get a coffee and look for somewhere quieter to be.

The library always has people in it, but the stacks go so deep and two stories tall, so it’s always easy to get lost in them and avoid people completely. It smells like old books and you nestle on the floor in the science fiction section with your jackets and coffee. What starts as studying quickly devolves as you find a familiar-looking title staring at you from between the shelves and you start to read.

People filter in and out of the library as classes end and begin, finding a place to camp out through the awkward gaps in their day. You just watch them pass down the hall between the shelves.

“Are you stalking people from back here?”

The sound of someone else’s voice made your heart jump. You first feel ashamed of being caught until you realize that you’ve done nothing wrong. You gather yourself up from the floor, novel, jacket, coffee and bag, before turning around.

“Excuse me?” You mumble, attempting indifference while trying to keep your jacket pinned against your side. He’s too tall, where you feel a little uneasy at the difference, so you stay focused on the off-white linoleum instead.

“I’m just messing with you. Can I get to Asimov, though?” He seems as good with manners as you are, awkwardly gesturing that you move to the side. You stare dumbly at the tattoo marks that wrap around his wrists as he tries to sweep you out of the way.

“Excuse me?” you repeat.

“I like Isaac Asimov. His shelf’s behind you.”

“Shit, sorry.” You step to the side and watch him bend over and examine the titles. His jaw flexes from side to side with his shifting weight as he reads. More tattoos are visible on his face, dramatically following his features, but those are all you can see. It’s like the lines on his face and bands on his wrists are placed just to subtly imply more, a teasing notion that’s satisfied when the sleeve of his t-shirt lifts enough to show the band on his bicep.

“I was reading, not watching people back here.”

He hums noncommittally and continues his search for whatever novel he’s looking for. “You're watching me, creep.” He turns his head quickly to catch you in the act.

“I’m waiting for you to get out of my spot. I was reading there,” you say indignantly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he trails off. His finger runs down the spine of a paperback and he tugs it free from the tight shelf. “You stole my corner though.”

You scrunch up your nose like your one-hour stake on the science-fiction section means something. “Why do you read back here?”

“Like you can talk. I found you back here,” he says like you are a specimen or discovery. “Why’re you reading back here?”

“I meant to study, but I shouldn’t have surrounded myself with interesting books. Plus, like you said, I’m a creep. I like it back here.”

You glance up at him to see the same studying look he’d given the books being used on you. He’s thinking about what to say next for longer than he should have to.

“What’s your name, huh?” he matches the question with a soft tilt of his head. His brows furrow when you don’t answer after a beat. “C’mon, I wanna know you.”

“Yeah.” You’re not sure when your skepticism becomes rude, probably whenever he decides to become offended by the shrewd up-and-down glance you give him. “What’s yours?” You know him, not personally. But he’s an athlete and you recognize his tattoos and bright eyes from your University’s social media posts. His widening grin meant that he could tell you were bullshitting around.

“Who gives a fuck about me,” he dismisses, in a heavy breath like he’s just as exasperated with himself as you are. He steps closer, and you can see the dark metal of his piercings glimmer in the low light, one in each ear, and a band around the center of his bottom lip. “What’s your name?”

You can smell his cologne and it makes your name slip from the tip of your tongue. You didn’t mean for it to come out, tightening your lips into a fine line as if that could take it back. He laughs and repeats it twice to you. His tongue runs over the syllables slowly the first time, and the second time to tease as your face begins to warm.

“You’re real fucking funny.”

“I’ll be even funnier over text.” He grins and takes his phone out of his back pocket.

“I’m not dati- I don’t date.” You wish it sounded firmer, arms crossed over your chest in defense.

“Me neither.” He hands you his open Instagram. Apparently, you don’t make the cut for new contact.

“I’m not ‘not dating’ either. That’s not my thing.” But you take his phone anyway and look yourself up.

“Oh, so like-” he seems to think for a moment while you take out your phone to approve his follow request. “You wanna be friends?” It’s a stale and disappointed question that you can tell he knows the answer to.

“If that’s not cool with you then don't worry about it.” You shrug and readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “As long as I get to keep my new follower, I don’t see a difference.”

a/n- radiohead starts playing. Anyway, probably won’t make this a legit series, but if y’all like it I’ll write more of this au. It’s friends to lovers but not super slow (in my imagination because let me reiterate: none of this is actually written).

Are the banners and breaks working? bc I'm so sick of my blog being busted as fuck. I regret being a tomboy my whole life bc now idk how to be cute and aesthetic and I'm filled with rage asdijfaoiwjdvcois

#jjk x reader #jjk #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna

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yes-i-can-hear-you-clemfandango · 25 days ago

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I can’t get this out of my headddd help

Okay I am a diehard Laszlermo fan and I had a Lot Of Thoughts about like… Laszlo realizing Guillermo’s an actual fully formed person and not just some dumb donkey who does the household shit soooooo here goes my grammar and writing is usually shit tier but this won’t leave me alone: (mentions of culturally Catholic Guillermo- old habits die hard bruh I know)

Laszlo hadn’t ever really paid that much mind to Nandor’s familiar, a stout, nervous little chap who scurried around here and there constantly, sweating and mumbling and fumbling… Nandor had informed both he and Nadja that they were not to feed on the young man as “even mediocre help is hard to find these days, and he is as mediocre as they come.” However, Nandor had continued, they could make use of him as their unofficial familiar, because Nandor felt the lad needed to earn his keep.

Thus, Laszlo hadn’t paid much attention to the boy over the past few years (Gizmo, or something like that) other than to casually glance in his direction when he’d tossed his laundry out into the hall for the familiar to collect or occasionally snatching parcels or letters from his hands when he brought the post around to be distributed. In fact, he barely knew what the boy looked like beyond his huge glasses and horrifyingly ugly sweaters. Nadja, too, often commented on how unremarkable the familiar was. “He is a stupid and boring little donkey, but at least he works hard.”

Honestly, Laszlo wasn’t sure why he found himself studying Gizmo so intently of late. Maybe it was the fact that even though he’d been classified as mediocre he actually ran the household with the efficiency of a Swiss watch… or maybe it was the fact that he seemed to be quite bright and intelligent despite Nandor’s assertions that he was rather slow witted (rather rich coming from Nandor) or maybe it was the fact that despite being quite a young man, he never went out and seemed to have few to no friends… or perhaps it was just because he existed in the same space as Laszlo and yet Laszlo knew so little about him.

There were a few occasions that he’d noticed something unusual in the corner of Gizmo’s small cubicle under the stairs too. A few times when the boy was leaving his space, he’d held the curtain open just long enough for Laszlo to catch a glimpse of what was inside- the standard bed and desk and a few framed photos along with that ridiculous glitter *thing* Nandor had made to appease the boy when he’d fussed about becoming a vampire… but there were other things like small potted plants, a few stacks of books whose titles he couldn’t make out and one other thing in the corner he’d noticed that looked like a small table draped in oilcloth… what was it? As much as Laszlo hated to admit he was oddly fascinated with Gizmo of late. The little chap seemed to be, as the old chestnut went, a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

One night, Laszlo’s curiosity got the better of him when he happened to pass by the familiar’s room and noticed an odd glow coming from behind the curtain. Giving in to his inexplicable desire to know who the bloody hell this odd young man was, he pulled back the edge of the curtain slowly and glanced in.

He was surprised to find that the seemingly drab little space was actually quite warm, inviting and full of color and personality. On one side of his desk, the young lad had cultivated a small garden of potted cacti in different unusual shapes and colors… on the other side, a marionette wearing a comically large straw hat leaned against the side of his computer screen in a nonchalant pose. The books were obviously well loved and often read and Laszlo noticed some of the titles: The Thirty Nine Steps, The Count of Monte Cristo (ah, so the boy had a bit of adventure in his spirit)… it suddenly struck Laszlo that Nandor’s familiar was no dimwitted little beast of burden, that the young man had a surprisingly rich and colorful inner life. After a moment’s contemplation, he turned his attention to the other corner of the room and Gizmo himself.

The young man hadn’t noticed him there because he was kneeling in front of a small, intricately wrought iron table. Ah, this must be the… thing he’d always kept covered, and Laszlo now knew why. Three lit candles in tall glass jars with painted figures on them sat in a row on the table, flanked by a portrait of the Jeebus man himself (the one with the glowing heart) and one of the Blessed Mother. Over his clasped hands was looped an old, fragile looking rosary and as his lips moved, his thumb rubbed the well worn beads slowly, as it appeared had been done many, many times.

It was an oddly beautiful sight, the young man’s face and hands bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight, the painted visages of the saints gazing almost lovingly on him as he silently uttered words meant to be heard by the Divine, his entire being radiating peace… or it would have been, if Laszlo’s skin wasn’t on fire and his insides hadn’t been ferociously curdling… he let out a pained gasp and was just about to recoil when Gizmo looked up, startled, and immediately jumped up to his feet.

“Shit, shit, shit, sorry,” the boy sputtered as he quickly extinguished the candles and tossed the oilcloth back over the table. “I didn’t realize you were there….” his voice trailed off and Laszlo sighed heavily.

“Boy… I would suggest you be quite careful with your little… artifacts there and don’t let Nandor see them.” He tried to make his tone hard and scolding, and it seemed to work on the familiar- no, Gizmo- even though to Laszlo’s ears it didn’t sound very convincing.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Gizmo replied meekly, head bowed slightly and hands folded in front of him. “I guess I really shouldn’t have that stuff here but… the way my ama raised me… old habits die hard,” he finished a bit lamely and then cautiously glanced up at Laszlo with his big, dark, doe eyes. “Y-you won’t tell Nandor, will you?”

Damn those eyes. The boy had some odd sorcery with them, because Laszlo couldn’t help but soften when that gaze was turned on him. “No, lad, I won’t. I’ve much better things to do than run tattling to Nandor about the doings of his familiar-“ at that Gizmo smiled a brilliant smile that made something flutter oddly in Laszlo’s chest. He paused and coughed a little before adding in a conspiratorial tone, “Besides, dealing with Nandor day in and day out, you may need… ah… divine intervention to keep your sanity.”

At that, Gizmo laughed, a sweet, musical sound that Laszlo couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly at. “Yeah, he can be a bit much at times, can’t he?”

Laszlo rolled his eyes and replied ruefully, “That is an understatement if I have ever heard one. Right then, as you were, my boy,” with that he turned to leave-

“Laszlo?” He turned to face Gizmo again and met those eyes once more, trying to push aside that fluttery feeling once again as the boy looked at him with an expression of earnest gratitude. “Thank you….”

Laszlo waved his hand, “I just don’t want Nandor firing or killing you. This house would go to shit without you,” and with that he turned on his heel and strode off, trying to ignore the burning in his cheeks and ears that still hadn’t quite dissipated… was he fucked? Yes, quite fucked.

(the ending is bad because I can’t write for shit lol

The portrait of the Jeebus man is the Sagrado Corazón or Sacred Heart of Jesus

I like the idea of Memo like… not being super devout but having been raised in a Latin American catholic culture old habits die super hard trust me I know lol

a little artistic license on the potted cactus garden and books

the marionette is a Cantinflas marionette, Harvey has mentioned watching Cantinflas before so yeah

okay this is shit but k got it out of my system so yeah #sorrynotsorry

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #laszlo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz #laszlermo #Catholic Guillermo #old habits die hard

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doveissummerstuck · 8 months ago

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we here chat

Ok this begins now,,,

The iconic a young man stands in his bedroom he really do be standing tho

but thats literally his name guys!!! and I got insulted,,, so sad literally cries

yeah ok pal,,, im still gonna call you zoosmell pooplord,, :/ anyways first character of the comic he's really silly guys look at that goofy smile bro is literally 8D

ok so first the room,, we sharin a bday ,, pretty cool next the fucking cake on the drawer..for what purpose john,, ok next the bed,, banger I love his sheets next the hot male above his bed,, smash /hj next the hammer and nails on the floor??? PICK THAT UP JOHN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! chest go hard tho but why there a cake on it

yeah i can tell about the cakes,, I can tell johnny boy,, o em gee programmaer u nerd (i code for a living) I <3 paranormal lore yall,, and good for u as a magician but fuck dat have to do with the nails and on the floor and the cake on drawer,,,wait bars

i didnt even notice he didnt have his arms what (homestuck brainrot)

dumbass pooplord antics /lh

yea do that remove that oddly placed cake

WHY THE FUCK DID IT TURN BLUEBERRY ....

i would NOT do that ( i would absolutely do that) but I wouldn't put it on his bed,, I've eaten cake in bed to many crumbs :/

get yo arms my manz you you you armless

what the fuck,, WHY ARE YOU HOKDLING UR OWN ARMS,, also why the photo in the chest look like his dad

and they disapereadd with the captachalogeu

oh they fake ik that ( no I didnt) now get up to some silly antics my boy ,,, bruh is a captachaloguemaxxing syalldex sigma 😹 (sorry) anwyas look at the other items

first we got arms

next we got beans???

next we got ultimate silly antics disguise

a book titled Colonel Sasacare's Daunting text and Magicl Rivorioli and Practical Japripory

next we have a book titled wise guy

next we have a sword that looks like its made of white bamboo

a wizard hat that matches the chest

handcuffs

and more beans???????????????????

oh,, ik that tottally, :3 i mean i got most of them right ,, but tf is a beagle puss is that what its called,,, anyways

bro only got 4 lilttle logue thingies bruhh

isnt vernaclaur a vein or something what

yeah bro and u have 2 cakes pls put 2 AND 2 TOGETHER

this is finna be good!!!

ion think bro can equip it

knew he couldnt equpi it,, call me vriska cause I'm pyshcic (that joke made no sense sorry) ,, bro got the worst fecth modus every bro cant access shit,,, bros room finna be looking like he just got passed the blunt,, STACK DATA STRUTCTURE??? nerdy ass fetch modus bruh,, (I love the name) bro I find it puzzling and mildly irritating too bruh oml,,, "but with any hope" but with any hope.. but wwith any hope? but wvith any hope? but wvwith any hope?

sorry yrall ampora moment [the last 1 is my ampora oc guys :::::::;) ]

ok imma shut up now good night or good morning ,, imma contiunwe this later,,

#dove is summerstuck!#live reading #homestuck #homestuck liveblog #homestuck reading #liveblogging #john egbert #jade harley #dad egbert #june egbert #first post

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freakinator · 7 months ago

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Wemmbu: "Dude, there's so many veins of di-- another one! Dude, what the--!"

Zam: "Wow."

Wemmbu: "Bro, another one!"

Zam: "Too bad no trial chamber."

Wemmbu: "Bro."

Zam: "I don't really care that much, I'm not going to lie."

Wemmbu: "Bro, I've actually found a stack of diamonds just here."

Zam: "Diamonds are of little value to me."

Wemmbu: "Dude."

Wemmbu: "I hate you man. You're not an old school Minecraft player."

Wemmbu: "Nothing beats the rush of, like, seeing diamonds, bruh."

__________

Wemmbu: "Dude, there's so many diamonds, bro, look!"

Zam: "Yeah. I don't. Care. They don't mean anything to me."

(overlapping) Wemmbu: "Yeah, I know, you're rich. That's, like, your defining characteristic."

(overlapping) Zam: "That's how... rich I am, by the way. Yeah."

Zam: "Oh shut up."

Wemmbu: "Your defining and only characteristic."

Zam: "It's not my only characteristic, I'm also ten times better than you at PvP."

Wemmbu: "Yeah, okay."

Zam: "Had to save your ass, like, ten times."

Wemmbu: "I-I... appreciate it."

Zam: "We're going in circles, you realize that, right?! Why are you leading the way-- why am I following you?"

______

Zam: "So much copper, I lowkey wanna collect this and build with it. Seems cool."

Wemmbu: "Oh, I thought you were too rich to care about mortal possessions."

Zam: "Shut the heck up, dude!"

Zam: "I don't have copper, who the heck carries around copper? I have, like, a stack in my echest but that's it."

#vid: It's Impossible to Catch this Player #quotes #so funny that even tho zams supposed to be a king but wemmbu keeps leading them #like from picking the target to actually leading them to places #also love that zam is just. the kinda bitchy rich tryhard in this lmao its so funny #not ls #vidwatching #watchblogging #uu

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ctrsara · 2 years ago

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Heroes on Heroes

click ^ to read on AO3

I hadn't done an @idk-bruh-20 prompt in a while, so I went way back to the early ones and picked one that was completely different than anything I've done.

So this is for them, for all the wonderful prompts they've collected that I've gotten to use!

Heroes on Heroes has been asking for an Iron Man/Spider-Man interview for some time, and Pepper finally granted it.

Also fill the Irondad-Bingo-2023 BLACK card: Lights, Camera, Action.

[As the lights come up, we see three men seated with their chairs in a triangle formation. They are all wearing business casual, but only one of them seems comfortable. Tony Stark, Iron Man, is on the right, looking a little resigned, a professional half-smile on his face. He looks completely relaxed in his gray suit, button up, and tie, and his posture is casual. Across from him, looking excited but anxious, is Peter Parker. His identity as Spiderman is relatively new information, and he hasn’t done many interviews since that knowledge became public. He’s wearing dark slacks with a sport coat over a white button-up, which is open at the top. He looks older than his actual age, but not nearly as comfortable as the older superhero. In between the two well-known public figures is Scott Lang, who is helpfully wearing an Ant-man tie with his suit, which seems to be itching uncomfortably. He has a big smile pasted on his face, and is holding a stack of white cards.]

Scott Lang: Welcome, everyone! I know, this is unusual for this show to have three superheroes up here instead of two, but this is an unusual pair. Unfortunately I won’t be answering any questions of my own today, just leading the discussion.

[Stark raises an eyebrow at Lang, and exchanges a glance with Parker, both of their mouths quirking slightly at some inside joke.]

Lang: You might be wondering why this interview is happening in a more traditional format than the two heroes asking each other questions. An Iron Man/Spiderman interview has been the leading request for months now, ever since the Batman/Superman interview finally happened. While that one was basically just a bunch of cryptic exchanges, the problem with this set of heroes was a little closer to home. Isn’t that right, Tony?

Tony Stark [looking bored, but not actually annoyed]: Get on with it Lang. We’ve got reservations.

Peter Parker: Where are we eating, Mr. Stark?

Stark: We'll talking about it later. Let’s knock this out first.

Lang: So… yeah. Usually these interviews are the heroes asking each other a bunch of questions to get to know each other better, which has been a really fun format. I mean, who can forget the Black Widow/Green Lantern interview? Or the Ant-man/Nightwing one? [He pauses to smile widely at the camera]

Stark: Lang.

Lang: Oh, sorry. But the reason this took so long to schedule was because these two particular heroes are already pretty familiar with each other. Wouldn’t you say that’s right, Peter?

Parker: Well, considering Mr. Stark’s been mentoring me in his lab and as a superhero for like three years now, yeah. I’d say we know each other pretty well.

Lang: That’s fantastic! Just, wow. But our viewers still have questions, so I’m here to ask those, even if you don’t have any for each other.

[He pauses, smiling in turn at each superhero. Parker is perched on the edge of his chair, looking ready for a question. Stark is propping his cheek up with an elbow on his chair, and uses his other hand the gesture Lang to continue.]

Lang: Tony, I think we have a good idea of why you created Iron Man, but what was it that has kept you at it all these years? I mean, it’s got to wear on you.

Stark: Are you calling me old?

Lang [looking nervous all of a sudden]: Uh, no, of course not, I just--

Stark: Relax, Lang. I am old. And probably the only reason I’m still suiting up regularly is because of this guy over here. [He nods towards the younger superhero.] Someone has to keep an eye on him, or he’ll either accidentally take over the world, or die trying to save a cat or something.

Parker [rolling his eyes]: Oh, c’mon, Mr. Stark. You know neither of those are true. And you do it because you like the thrill. You enjoy the missions.

Stark: Keep tellin’ yourself that, kid.

Lang: Okay. Uh, let’s move on. Peter, how do you feel it has shaped you as a superhero to have Mr. Stark to look up to and get advice from?

Parker: Oh, you know. Pretty much anything he did, I just made sure to do the opposite, and things have turned out pretty good for me so far.

Stark [sitting up a little and shooting a glare, or possibly a smirk, at the younger hero] : Why you little--

Lang: Let’s make sure we’re using viewer-friendly language, Mr. Stark! [he laughs nervously] Um, for the next question, Peter, what would you say has been one of the biggest perks of having your powers?

Parker: Um, I like being able to help people. Having been the one needing help a lot of my life until I got my abilities, I really love being able to step in and make things better for the little guy.

Lang: And what would you say is one of the harder parts of your job?

Parker [fidgeting] : Um, the opposite. When I can’t help people, I guess. When I can’t save them. [The younger hero looks pretty affected, and Lang clears his throat, switching his focus to Stark, who is unsubtly glaring at him.]

Lang [voice cracking a little]: Um, Tony? The viewers want to know what your workout routine looks like.

Stark: Really? That’s what they’re asking? Uh, for cardio I box, usually, or we spar. If I don’t stay on top of my game there, Nat really enjoys wiping the floor with me. Weights twice a week when we’re not on missions.

Lang: Nat. That’s the Black Widow for viewers who may be unaware. [He straightens up and puffs his chest out just a little.] Peter, what about you? What’s your workout routine?

Stark: Don’t ask him. He doesn’t even have to work out to stay in shape. I swear, hanging out with the super soldiers and this kid is giving me a complex.

Parker [sputtering] : I work out!

Stark: Doing what, kid? Bench-pressing city buses?

Parker: I swing, like a lot. It’s hard work!

Stark: Yeah, it sounds like it, with all the whooping you do during it.

Parker: I do not “whoop.”

Stark: Sure you don’t.

Lang: Uh, if I may… Along with that, do you find that eating a certain way helps you stay in shape so you’re ready for all these world-ending disasters?

Stark [looking bored again]: Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think? And just normal stuff. I like a good steak, but I try to eat vegetarian a lot, and get as many good foods in as I can. Of course it makes a difference.

Parker: Smoothies. You drink smoothies. That’s about it, as far as health food, Mr. Stark.

Stark: We’ve talked about this. I can fit more nutrition in one smoothie than you usually do in a week of fast food and pizza, so you don’t get to judge how I--

Parker: It’s not my fault I need so many calories! Do you know how many of your disgusting smoothies I’d have to drink in a day to get what I need, it would--

Stark: Would it kill you to drink one ? I just want to see a few vegetables on your plate every once in a while. Just because you have a super metabolism doesn’t mean you should--

Lang [looking flustered, interrupting]: Heeeey! Um, let’s maybe move on to the next question. Peter, the viewers are curious if your powers might be inheritable. Have you done any research on that, and come up with any hypotheses? [He squints at the paper.] Is that right? Hypothesises? Hypothesae?

Parker [obviously nonplussed]: Um…

Stark: Pretty personal there, Lang, especially since he’s technically still a minor. Let’s skip that one.

Lang: Oh. What about you, then? [He stares expectantly at Stark]

Stark [staring blankly at Lang]: Are you asking if my Iron Man abilities are inheritable?

Lang: Oh. I guess that doesn’t… doesn’t make too much sense.

Stark: No, not really. But if you mean my ability to create the kind of tech I do, then I guess so.

[Lang beams at his answer, though he still looks confused, then tilts his head, looking back and forth between the two superheroes.]

Lang: You guys aren’t uh, like related or anything, right? Because you do kinda look alike, and I know you’ve said Peter here can keep up with you in your lab, right? I swear that was one of the questions… [He starts rifling through his papers, while Stark looks quizzically at him.]

Stark: Unfortunately, no. You think I’d keep that a secret?

[Parker just shakes his head and smiles slightly at Stark while Lang looks at the next card.]

Lang: Peter, you aren’t officially an Avenger just yet, right?

Parker [sighing] : My aunt won’t let me. She said we’d talk about it after I graduate. [He looks unimpressed, but Stark looks satisfied, somehow.]

Lang: Are there any other new members, perhaps, waiting in the wings? That’s not a question from me, because obviously I’d be in the know, but from the public.

Parker: Well, I guess there’s--

Stark: Buh-buh-buh-buh! Stop talking, junior. Spoilers! [Then, to Lang:] If you’re in the know as much as you say you are, you know you should have thrown that question out yourself. Next!

[Lang shuffles through the cards, looking nervously for a safer question.]

Lang : Peter, what made you decide it was best to keep your identity a secret for so long, when none of the other big superheroes have secret identities?

[Stark gives Parker a look, raising his eyebrows, but Parker shakes his head, and prepares to answer.]

Parker: Well, I wasn’t a big superhero, you know? I was just a little guy, doing little things, and I wasn’t an adult, obviously, and… I just wanted to try to live my life normally, you know? And I didn’t want any bad guys I made mad coming after my family or friends. I didn’t have a good way to protect them at the time, unless I was with them.

Lang: That makes sense. [He seems to realize something.] Hey, how did that work with all the minor versus adult stuff? [He looks at Stark] Whoooooaaaa, did you know he was a minor when you recruited him for that Germany stuff? Because--

Stark: Seriously, Lang. They’re going to have to edit this out. Watch your mouth, Ant-guy. And yes, I did know Peter was a minor. It’s all kind of complicated, and it’s all been worked out, but Germany is not a public topic, according to like seventeen government agencies. [He raised his eyes and voice to the side.] Make sure that gets taken out.

Lang [looking flustered and sheepish] : Uh, I … just a minute, I don’t know what--

Stark: Hey. You’ve got this. You’re doing fine. Before you ask a question, though, give it a moment’s thought, okay? And don’t stray from the cards again, yeah? The legal department’s at least vetted those.

Lang: Right. Okay. [He takes a deep breath and picks another card.] So, Tony, is it easier to work with Spider-Man, when it’s obvious that he lacks in experience, and you probably worry about him a little bit, or easier to work with more experienced heroes who you’re maybe not as familiar with?

[Parker looks a little put out at this question, but Stark shoots him a quelling look and he sits back and takes a deep breath.]

Stark: I’d choose to work with Pete any day of the week. Not only can we anticipate what the other is going to do, but he’s crazy-overpowered and ridiculously talented. Great instincts, most of the time, and he’s fantastic at coming up with off-the-cuff plans that usually work.

Parker [obviously flustered at the praise] : Uh, yeah. I’d rather work with him too.

Lang [glancing back and forth between the two] : Uh… yeah. Okay, then. Next question. Um… What do you like to do when you’re not superhero-ing? [He looks at Parker expectantly.]

Parker: Is that for me? Uh… with Tony, or by myself?

Lang: Either?

Parker: Well, I guess I like hanging out with my friends. I do Acadec, uh, I mean Academic Decathlon, and we still like to build Legos and have movie nights and normal friend stuff. But otherwise, I’d say most of my free time is spent in the lab with Tony.

[Lang looks surprised, but then remembrance floods his face.]

Lang: Oh, that’s right. You actually intern with him, too, don’t you? Hey, how many times have you guys blown stuff up? [This is directed at Parker, but Stark answers.]

Stark [smirking]: Accidentally, or on purpose?

Parker [whining]: Tony. [Then to Lang:] I plead the fifth.

Stark [rolling his eyes] : That doesn’t work in interviews, Pete. Just in court.

[Parker sighs and folds his arms over his chest, obviously still choosing not to answer.]

Lang: We only have time for one more question. [He looks down at his papers.]

Lang: Peter, you first. If you could go back, and somehow avoid the circumstances that gave you your powers, and just live an ordinary life, would you do it?

Parker: Well, some days, I think I would have said yes. Sometimes it’s really hard, and I just want to be normal. And I’ve seen a lot of things I’d rather not see. Sometimes it’s been a little too much, and I have wished I could be a normal teenager. [He exchanges a glance with Stark, who looks a little sad, and raises his eyebrows minutely at the boy. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to anyone else around them.]

Parker [glances back at Lang]: But then I think about all the people I have been able to help, and I’m glad. And I think about the people I’ve met and been able to work through while doing all this superhero stuff. [He looks at Stark and smiles.] And I wouldn’t give that up for any kind of normal life.

Lang [smiles at Parker, then looks at Stark]: What about you?

Stark [He has a slight smile on his face after Parker’s answer] : Me? I’m not enhanced.

Lang: I mean, if you could go back and decide to become Iron Man again, or not, considering all you’ve gone through, would you still do it?

Stark [face turned to Lang, but eyes fixed on Parker, whose head is tilted curiously.]: Absolutely. No question. For all the same reasons.

[The two superheroes ignore Lang, appearing to have a conversation with their faces instead.]

Lang: So, ugh, thanks for coming I guess, Iron Man, and Spider-Man. It’s been great having you on Heroes On Heroes.

Stark: We’re good then? [He claps his hands on his thighs and stands up quickly.] C’mon kid, we don’t want to be late.

Parker [has taken off his mic, but is still close enough for it to pick up]: Where are we going? I’m starving!

Stark [is in the midst of leaving, so his voice is quiet] : Le Grenouille. Pep’s meeting us there.

Parker: French food? No, seriously? I wanted pizza!

Stark: And I’ve told you, you really need to expand your palette, because… [sound fades away as they leave the room.]

Lang: We’re done, right? Can I take this mic off now? I mean, if there’s another interview you want me to do, I’m totally up for it. Or maybe tomorrow?

Camera person: We’re done. You can just leave it there on the chair.

Lang: Oh, okay. I’ll just do that. Whoops! I dropped it. Is that okay? I think it’s fine. I’ll just put it right here.

[Scene cuts to black.]

#completed fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #variety: heroes on heroes #irondad fanfiction #interview

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lonespektr · 1 year ago

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SEPTEMBER 7TH HORROR WATCH

Sell your haunted house (2021)

I have literally never heard of this

It's right up my alley and I am just literally now seeing it

Unsure of the tone, urban horror but like more action comedy or they being serious

Lovely credits

Ok derelict hospital ✅

Ha ha fake skeletons every where because obvs it's a hospital

Oh she's on the attack!!!

She really chasing him down she doing then one by one

Nail gun that fires?????

Dunno what she shootin but it's giving barrier

She got them little hair things the OG's have but she rockin modern Constantine all blk exorcist vibes

A TRAP

Oh the dude is the vessel

How feminist

There's horror shows you can count on one hand where the guy gets possessed - on purpose

It's always the women's job to be invaded bodily spiritually

1000pts for that alone

But that does appear to be the play

The guy is warded they deliberately trap the entity in with him, he drops the ward (dramatically lol bruh u buy a new necklace every time???)

Juz slide it off 🤣🤣

And allows himself to get possessed then she physically fights possessed him

And stabss him with dome kinda spirit evac epi pen

Legit realators

Do they have a license?? 😂

Specifically advertise as their job that's what they do

New job

Customer lying through they teeth

Hmm okay need confirmation of identity of the ghosty that sounds difficult AF

How would people know who they ghost is??

Who this man?

He lying yoo

Lol whut?

What's with the color on his suit

English?

She supposed to be a loser she got a house watching daytime tv who paying rent?

Lol ghost said u got too many shoes already

🤣🤣🤣🤣 IT'S HER MOM

Why does she look messed up??

Oh that's right she did inhale some parts of the ghosty residual crap

Do they train these women to throw shit jabs

All men

Fucckin lol they finding people who don't even know they are mediums 🤣🤣

They google they tracking him what kinda interview took place 🤣🤣

Virgins

CEO

Salt

They can all see

Literal mattress behind you playa

Annd hes down

Not ROLLIN HIM OVER

this is mad cute

Sure screaming

No candidates

I think this guy is whoopi

But maybe he targets bad people

He said naw i don't 🤣🤣🤣

Car chase

She said these virgins are WEAK

Mom stuck

I thought they were just codependent

Mom is/was in the industry

She can't hear her

She just sittin there moody??

Possible murder mystery past older bro but suicide is high

Those two have good chemistry

Lol he said mosquito

How are they doing that remotely

Lol who cast these extras??

Lots of B and E's

He can't see

He doesn't know he's whoopi

Money bottom line

Dead plants and stacked mail

Common enemy

Moms got juice

He wasn't even listening

Those prayer strips!

That's what's in the gun

New one every time 😂

Still has the current event of the week

Great first episode 😃😄😃

#graywatchhorror23 #sell your haunted house

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 1 year ago

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so i get paired up a lot to volunteer with this older guy who’s got a wife and son (which is so shipwrightandfairbairncore if you ask me) and over time we’ve gotten used to each other and such and in the workroom they stacked new handbooks for the upcoming year and we could take one and sign out for it and i looked at the stack and was like “nope that’s too high for me to reach, i’ll figure it out later” mans finds me later and is like “did you see that stack of handbooks? yeah i took one out for you and put it on the counter for you to pick up later” and i was like oh my god thanks 🥺 and he goes “you’re welcome! i have a short wife, you know how it is” like bruh lmao 😭💀

#em speaks

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semi-imaginary-place · 1 month ago

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ffxiv msq finishing 5.x, 6.0

they really should built an airship landing in revenant's toll

whoa the speech patterns are way different between japanese and english for the kobolds. like in jp they have a very distinctive cadence but no repeating of phrases.

there REALLY should have been an aetheryte in the hinterlands. the sharlayan colony isn't that old and they must have had an aetheryte. is the ones in churning mists and everywhere else are still there

wow all these cutscenes. well isn't squeenix rolling in shadowbringers money

ug is it me or are the dugneons getting harder. it's taking me several attempts to clear now. why does everything give me vuln stacks?

damn the sirens have a welfare system. pension, maternity leave.

having sahagin and kobold in the office that don't get a single line of dialogue is weird. also no way they wouldn't meet in neutral ground and would go to the heart of limsa.

wow g'raha is worse at this than i thought how are you so bad at acting.

the writers really did forget that limsa lomisa is a lalafellen name

this is a good culmination of arr's themes. a story about diversity set to the backdrop of beast tribe hatred was always one of the more interesting dangling plot threads. like yeah limsa signed a treaty than blatantly broke it to take more land. takes land i prommy we won't take more proceeds to take more.

fandaniel wants to destroy the world for fun. we cut his leash. truly the absurdist hero/villain. bruh doesn't have a reason he just does things. zenos doesn't really have a goal or morality either he just wants to fight the pc.

eng leaves it out but jp implies there's multiple lunar bahamuts

why did uriange go to garlemald. is he good at infiltration? it seems like the devs are just pushing Thancred's and Urianger's partnership

aaaahhh i dont want to do bozja. aaaaaaa i want bozja lore so bad!

i'd say this is a death flag for arenvald but the devs got cowardly and stopped killing off characters a while ago

ah fanboy g'raha is back

could we porxie tiamat?

a lot of the dragons have allegan control collars we gonna do anything about those.

we're already here why not investigate the tower. ew flesh dungeon

i once again like patch content more than expansion content

double tempered

with garlemald crumbling and tempering reversal things are looking up for the sylphs. the whole reason they summoned ramuh was garlean encroachment in the forest. which was a slightly different reason than a lot of the other tribes who were warring with the city states.

well hydaelyn has been weakening for a while that was in 2.x. did we ever figure out if the blessing of light was tempering. hydaelyn weakening was why ascilia got hiveminded to begin with which is why i was surprised when her soul stayed on the first reincarnating as the minfilias i thought she needed to be a part of hydaelyn for hydaelyn to continue. then again hw about when we heard from hydaelyn last maybe she did weaken significantly from minfilia leaving which begs the question why have minfilia merge to begin with if she leaves right after.

damn they got disowned. in public in front of a world leader and their friends. brutal.

once again reminded that i suck at healing. "roleplaying"

man i remember pre ew launch. i loved talking out of my ass and saying the moon was going to hatch again just like in 1.0.

the whole aetherisight costing y'shtola's lifespan plot point was totally forgotten

might just be better to kill the other tower captives to stop the summonings even if they are innocent.

6.0

why is estinien coming to sharlayan. not much he can help with in sharlayan better to have him dealing with or the rest of the mess or something like the towers or garleans.

all the scions are moving as one group. this is a stark contrast to arr through sb where they'd separately work on different projects. you can tell this is because of changing developer vision. The devs now want to develop a main cast so they're giving them screen time all together even when it doesn't make sense. Not all of them need to be here especially with multiple problems in the world.

wow look at that animation budget in the intro. there's the crystal mommy twitter was simping for. i thought hydaelyn had run out of juice this is the most physical she's been. giraffe neck!

estinien doesn't even have a visa he should not be here. bruh just say adventurer it's not like they have access to the adventurer register. we really shouldn't have brought him along.

wow sharlayan has all the important places open to the public like the forum. in eorzea you can't go anywhere like gridania's glade.

i know it's because male viera weren't released until 6.0 but it's so funny that the lion's share of the world's city viera bunny boys are hanging out on the frozen scholar island.

so many books outside yikes

really urianger isn't researching? why bring thancred, him and estinien all the way to sharlayan only to immediately send them to thravnir they could have departed from eorzea. this doesn't make sense between sending urianger away from his specialty to bringing estinien to sharlayan. the devs jsut wanted everyone together for dialogue because the characters are popular when it doesn't make any sense or match the scion's previous methods. like literally uranger, thancred, and especially estinien put in all the time and effort to travel to sharlayan only to immediately leave in the opposite direction. wol is so useless for the sharlayan side. should have swapped with urianger but the devs wanted the player to be able to explore. should have just used the roleplay system

noahs arc. that's the forum's plan. stockpile resources and what not to sustain an underground population.

look at all that voice acting budget.

zoology nerd erenville.

well isn't hydaelyn feeling chatty after 4 expansions.

aaand then my game crashed and i lost all my sidequest dialogue.

new writers forgot about coils and the twin books. idk how to feel about the twins not using the paired arcanist books since it fits so well with the summoner scholar class split which is unique in the game. there's the significance of their grandfather giving them the tomes too and that they are specifically 2 halves on a whole. but the narrative of each twin growing into their own separate person is nice too it just feels awkward given the significance place in arr. i think this is another case of new writers having differing visions than the old.

Moen mention, off to thravnir. Is what I'd say but the game crashed again and my free login is up

#ffxiv 5.x #ffxiv 6.0

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rhazimpulsivelyposts · 3 months ago

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My coworker goes “ yeah I’ll probably beat you there so I’ll just take the cameras in my car”

I get to the site and I’ve been here for like :10 minutes and I’m like “hey are you still at the other site? Should I just use cameras from my stack until you get here”

And he does “yeah I grabbed lunch and I’m still at that other site so I’ll be there in :20 ish minutes “

🫠😐 I would have taken the cameras if I would have known you wouldn’t beat me here. Why didn’t you just tell me you were grabbing lunch? What if I wanted lunch? Luckily the site manager here asked me if I wanted anything from Sonic so I’m getting free French Fries but like wtf man?

Why is it so hard for men to communicate sht?

Then I got miscommunication on tracking time in Project Tickets from him and ♉️ does want us to track time for camera installs. Then I didn’t even see a project created in our documentation system for this site so I made one and my coworker is like “wait I didn’t make one yet”

Like bruh you had me sitting here for a half hour doing nothing because you didn’t beat me here and there wasn’t a project for me to get started on so I fcking made one sorry?

We didn’t used to have this many issues working together 🙄 wtf is happening . Randomly he gets attitude with me, but apologizes , and then since apologizing he has been really good at wasting my time .

He showed up to a site I had under control and wanted to help so badly that he ended up creating extra work for us but then doing it all because I could get to it , so I showed up and basically had nothing to do. 🙃

And like before a few months ago I didn’t feel any type of announce towards him at all, but since management questioned his work performance I feel like he randomly started wanting me to do less instead of him just doing more. And he started just taking over issues I was working on and stepping all over my toes. Like bruh we don’t have issues before but you are creating issues now? Like I’m sorry did I make you feel threatened by just like doing my job?

So we spend way too long talking about this new plan that I’m down with. Like instead of splitting up we kinda tackle site by site and show up and see everything they need, instead of taking ticket by ticket and doing it individually. I can vibe with that, our sites need help, but then this is the second day in a row I feel like he’s made it so I have nothing to do, and it’s really annoying. He oversteps at a site I had under control, and then he tells me he’s going to meet me somewhere with supplies and goes out to lunch instead so I’m stuck here twiddling my thumbs ? What the actual fck bro ?

We didn’t have issues before I thought? But you are starting to annoy me and make issues between us .

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originemesis · 3 months ago

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@brokendreamscreation xxx

Adam does not like poached eggs? Well, that’s an easy fix. There’s plenty of other forms eggs can be prepared as. He will just have to make another kind after the poached eggs are finished. After Adam stretches his giant golden wings and settles back again, Lucid turns his attention back to poking the eggs in the skillet. He heard the stomach rumble, amusing the blue angel. Adam can spout as much words and insults as he wants, a stomach never lies.

“Out of commission? Oh no no, certainly not. I’ve my duties to attend to shortly. Plus, I regain stamina rather quickly. I will say I have not slept that hard in ages. Still rather sore, will be the rest of the day no doubt.”

Satisfied with the eggs, Lucid begins to plate the food, filling it until there’s barely any porcelain visible beneath the hardy breakfast items. He sets it in front of Adam before going to the fridge for creamer to make the man’s coffee.

“You gonna take the day off? We went quite a few rounds so I imagine you’re a tad sore too? I can take care of whatever is needed in the office today for you.”

He... regains stamina quickly... Adam drags several talons slowly down the side of his obsidian cheek. Of fucking course. With the amount of times he's swatted the other out of his airspace with the wing beats equivalent of a meteorite striking a mosquito only for him to pop back up moments later even chattier than before each prior pummeling, he should have known shaking him off even just for a bit would prove difficult. "And you couldn't have mentioned that before I went and got my hopes up? I was in a whole ass mood to not see you around for the next twenty four hours and now the vibe ain't vibing."

Pushing his cheek deeper into the curve of his palm as a groggy expression settles in to his facial display, he drums talon tips impatiently along the counter's cracked surface, half annoyed he's going to have to remind the errand bitch to fix that later because clearly it wouldn't have gotten like that if the other hadn't riled him up so much. You know, after his mouth is free to do so since he's already stuffed it with a firmly fisted muffin.

Answering the inquiry first with noisy chewing, he pauses mid chomp once he notices the stupid face of eggs and bacon on the top of the pancakes...then proceeds to pop its yolk eyes with a prick of a talon and then swat it off the top of the stack.

"I've been smashing puss like a rockstar since the dawn of creation, bruh. I don't get sore." Clearly should have broken his a little more from how chipper Walmart Lucifer is regardless of his claims. "But I'll get something like it if you don't hurry the fuck up with the coffee already. I'm not caffeinated enough to put up with this shit right now-" A pancake speared on a long finger later, he squints over at the other's barista-ing.

"I mean- I was going to tell you do that anyways. Just don't go limping past Sera. Bitch has a nose for telling when I've been fucking around." Not that it would likely surprise her he'd been balls deep in just about everyone at the office. But surely any publicity that served as a gateway to uncovering Lucid's time traveling activities would be staunchly avoided by the clone no matter how much he couldn't keep his yap shut under normal circumstances.

#//grumpy gib coffee #suggestive cw #brokendreamscreation #verse ; // the [redacted] crusades

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