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[yumiiyummech]

Do Wendy and Basil have any pet names for each other / general nicknames used by friends?

I think I’ve answered part of this question before but I was thinking of changing it sooner or later!

first by friends, I think AUBREY and SUNNY would call WENDY “Deedee” like dydy. For anyone else, not really sure. If they were in a hurry I could also imagine sometimes the group would refer to her as “Wens” like “Wens u can’t be serious right now.” But then again it’s not used often.

PET NAMES AAHHHHH okay

BASIL calls WENDY sunshine while WENDY calls BASIL sunflower. AINT IT CUTE EHSUBUSB

“what’re you doing, SUNSHINE?”

“Noooothing, my SUNFLOWER! Look away, won’t you?” (She was secretly making matching flower crowns for them.)

besides from the specific ones, they often use like darling, love, cutie, and etc. mostly lovingly, sometimes teasingly. Attaching “my” before saying their names too. Yknow the normal stuff.

and when they joke around they use princess and gardener. LOL

“oh…my bad, PRINCESS! How could I ever make it up to you?”

“Hmph…tend to the garden, will you?” She giggles. “But seriously…take care of yourself more…”

they both equally don’t like calling each other babe or baby just because they mutually agree it sounds a bit off to them.

oh I forgot to mention that they don’t do pet names in front of other people 1. Because it might make other people uncomfortable or 2. They’re too shy to. ORR 3. They do it but it’s casual but this is rare.

[fraufangs]

"Intermezzo" by Sally Rooney — Book Review

Stars: 2/5⭐️ I give two stars because of the potential the story had. Two brothers, while dealing with their father’s death, trying to figure out their relationship, as well as their love life. It does sound good, doesn’t it?

The problem is, Rooney’s writing doesn’t match the idea behind the novel (again, I had the same problem with “Conversations with friends”).

Her characters are merely motives, stereotypically written at that. They do not function in more than two dimensions - their romantic relationships and prescribed traits from the beginning of the book. Peter is just a lost depressed boy in his 30s, while Ivan is a nice, slightly autistic guy who likes chess. Peter dates Naomi, a 23 year old only fans (I assume) “model”, who is an obedient dream girl, while still being hung up on his ex Sylvia, who is only there to provide him guidance and a sense of comfort/familiarity. Ivan meets Margaret, a 36 year old insecure divorcee, and falls for her. That’s pretty much all they think and talk about. Occasionally one of them adds something about their dead father, but it’s mostly Ivan complaining, once again, about his brother’s horribly written eulogy…

The topic of guilt or brotherly relations is overshadowed by these inappropriate romantic interests, and doesn’t get explored. Shame, really. And I truly don’t say that because I have a problem with portraying difficult relations or situations, I actually enjoy such themes. It’s just the way it was written… as if romanticized and prioritized over what was supposed to be the topic of the book.

After a while, it just becomes boring – their pseudo-intellectual thoughts and problems, analyzing every little detail (which is unnatural and unrealistic)… This book is way too long for its content. Repetitive, with a lot of unnecessary moments or conversations. And descriptive paragraphs about details that don’t matter (like a charging phone) annoy me even more, when contrasted with actual themes that could’ve been explored, shown – but only had the place to be told. I guess this is the biggest problem with “Intermezzo”, everything that we know about what is happening, or about the characters, comes from telling. Rarely does anything get confirmation when it’s shown, especially the deeper stuff.

Additionally, they are all painfully immature, and for half of the novel, it’s all about sex. Disappointing. Rooney, you could've done better.

What is more, I found that the female characters were horribly shallow and functioned only as the object of desire of one of the Koubek brothers. They did not have other purpose, nor other traits that would add to their personas. It does seem weird to me, considering that the author is a woman as well, and I wanted to highlight it in this review. It is definitely something to look at in Rooney's writing in general, as I had the same impression with all of her 3 other novels.

I could probably say much more, but to be honest, I’m so tired of “Intermezzo”, I really don’t want to waste more time on it. I do not get the hype, and I wonder why so many people don’t see how shallow and uninteresting this book truly is. It doesn't give the reader anything — any insight into grief, human relationships, ways to process different emotions/situations... It's just there.

[terracomets]

happy valentines day to creek and axel btw. and calloway and aiden i guess..............

[efhmeros]

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[mossattack]

he's doing it again

what is wrong with him

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕭AD HABITS

Manon Bannerman x fem!reader

summary: you knew dating was always going to be hard as an idol, whomever it would be with. you made it clear with manon when she accidentally fell for you—and now she seeks solace in a bad habit, it’s the only time you seem to care about her…

warnings: slight!nsfw, angst, drinking, suggestive/sexual themes (dom!manon), toxic!reader, down-bad!manon

Manon sat at the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon, the amber liquid swirling in her glass as if it could somehow calm the storm raging inside her. She was no stranger to the bar scene, being a big party animal prior to her dream academy days. The bar was dim, barely lit by a few low-hanging lamps, and the low hum of the crowd faded into the background. But all she could hear was the deafening silence in her mind, punctuated by memories she wished she could erase.

She reached for her drink, letting the scratch of alcohol burn its way down her throat and spread through her chest.

It was the only thing that helped—at least for a little while. The warmth that filled her didn’t erase the ache, but it dulled it, enough that she could pretend for a second that things could be different. Nor did the alcohol fill the growing void that seemed to deepen every-time she was ushered out of Y/N’s room late at night. But when she was drowning in alcohol, she wasn’t drowning in the overbearing waters of Y/N L/N.

Katseye was not complete without their centre.

Manon may have been known for her visuals, her undeniable beauty and her irresistible stage presence, but Y/N was the ultimate centre of the group.

Her voice paired Sophia’s well, hitting notes normal humans could only dream of. She made a very visually appealing pair with Daniela, and absolutely aced tiktok dances with Megan. Every fan who had discovered Kasteye fell in love with her, one way or another. Manon was no exception.

Y/N, the one who made her heart beat faster with just a glance, the one whose voice, when it blended with hers during their band's performances, could bring her to tears. Y/N, who had always been just a little bit out of reach.

It was silly, really, to hope that something might come of it.

She remembered the first time they had spent any real time together, alone. They had just moved in and the girls decided on a movie night to break the couch in. When everybody else had retired to their rooms at around one, Manon and Y/N were the only ones left. Y/N wanted to call her parents, to tell them she was well and excited for what’s to come of her career and she didn’t want to keep Lara up with her talking. Manon was just giving Daniela the room to do the same, but she couldn’t help but stare up and away from her phone when Y/N would laugh softly at something her dad had said.

When Y/N bid her parents goodnight, there was a bit of an awkward pause before the two fell into a comfortable flow of casual coversation.

It was supposed to be nothing more than casual. But there was something about the way Y/N looked at her, a softness in her eyes that made Manon’s stomach twist. For a moment, she had believed—no, convinced herself—that Y/N felt the same way she had since they met on dream academy. That the lingering touches, the way she’d laugh a little too loudly when their hands brushed, the crazy eye contact meant something.

And for a while, it had felt like it did.

But that was before she let herself fall too deep into it.

She took another sip of her drink, grimacing at the burn. She should’ve known better. She should’ve seen it for what it was from the start—one of those fleeting moments where people connect, but it doesn’t go anywhere. Where someone gives you just enough to make you believe in a future, only to pull it away when it’s too late to walk away without getting hurt.

One night, just about the same as the first night they found themselves alone, Manon finally caved into the desperate desire gnawing away at her self-control.

They were sitting on the couch, Manon’s arm over the top of the cushions behind Y/N’s shoulders.

They put on this movie Y/N had been nagging Manon to watch with her. It was some stupid feature film Manon can’t even remember the name of. It didn’t matter, the whole time the movie played, the Ghanaian woman could not keep her eyes off the younger singer sitting inches away from her. And after thirty minutes of mustering up what little courage she had—which was unusual for a normally cocky and confident Manon—and slid just a little closer to Y/N.

The younger hadn’t seemed to notice, too entrapped in the movie to feel Manon’s warmth close in on her body.

Manon bit her lip, her eyes darting between the way Y/N’s lashes fluttered with each blink, the way her lips were slightly pursed in anticipation for what the film had in store next.

Manon could hear it, her heart drumming against her chest, as blood pumped frantically to the tips of her ears. When Y/N had suddenly grabbed her thigh in shock at a certain jumpscare on the screen, Manon’s breath hitched. The younger laughed it off, apologizing for the sudden outburst.

But, Manon just grabbed the hand that had retreated.

Instead, the arm that was once resting behind Y/N on the couch swung down to circle around the younger’s waist, lifting her lightly off the cushions to be positioned under Manon.

When Manon was overcome by the urgency in her, she leant in to take Y/N’s lips with her own. She did not push her away, she did not stop her, instead, she moaned against the older woman’s mouth, silenced by another caress of her tongue. Manon pleaded for her to stay quiet, so none of the other girls would be awoken by their activity. Y/N only nodded, seeing stars as her teeth sunk into her hand, the other pushing the Ghanaian’s woman deeper in between her legs.

It was a night that changed her life forever.

Weeks after that night, Y/N found herself craving Manon’s lips pressing burning kisses on her body again. But she promised herself at the very beginning—the day Katseye was born—that she would always put her career first. She didn’t think she’d have to worry about relationships with the dating ban in place. She was too busy to go meet new people anyway, and it was all going good until that night.

Still, she would eventually give in to her desires.

It started off with a simple “Hey, you still up?” text, which would then turn into Manon sneaking into Y/N’s room when Lara would be off spending a late night at the studio.

It was so blissful, the feeling of Manon tasting every inch of skin Y/N had to offer. And Manon would make sure to savour the sweet, sweet tingle of Y/N struggling to keep herself from screaming her name for the entire dorm to hear. Because she knew once she’d come down from her high, the work-obsessed, heartless Y/N would come back.

Manon could still remember that night—all too vividly—the night it all fell apart.

They had been rehearsing in the studio, the girls working through a new song they hear going to record. Y/N had been unusually quiet that day, which, in itself, was strange. Y/N was always the one who would lead the girls in song, who would bridge the gap between a simple song and a work of art. when the tension started to rise. But that day, something was different. Manon felt an unease that settled in her chest.

She had caught Y/N’s eye across the room, offering a smile. But instead of the usual warmth in return, Y/N had looked away almost immediately.

It was no different to the way Y/N would usually respond to her, but the younger woman’s reserved attitude with the others raised all kinds of red flags. It wasn’t anything concrete. But that night, when she would come up to cuddle after cleaning her lips of any remnants of Y/N, the younger would almost inch away with regret. When Manon tried to brush it off and pull the woman closer, to breathe in the faint lavender aroma from her hair, her beautiful voice uttered the nastiest words.

“Lara’s on her way home. Get out.”

That was the exact moment it really sank in for Manon—Y/N wasn’t in love with her the way she was. They were never going to be more than what they were. They were bandmates, colleagues, friends was pushing it, outside that room. Nothing more. And yet, here she was under this woman’s sheets again, clinging to the fantasy, as though it would be enough.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor pulled Manon out of her thoughts. She looked up, blinking away the haze of alcohol. Y/N was standing there, those piercing eyes staring her down. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze softening with an unreadable expression.

“Manon,” Y/N said quietly, walking over to her. Her voice was like a taunt, a cruel reminder of everything she wanted but could never have.

Manon took another drink, not wanting to look up. She wasn’t sure if she could face her—she’d give in again.

“Manon, this is the third time this week,” she said, her voice thick, “The girls are getting worried about you.”

Y/N slid into the space between Manon’s bar stool and the one beside her, her warm breath brushing the Ghanaian woman’s cheek. She waved the bartender over, quickly asking for Manon’s tab before turning to focus on the latter. Her hands rose to brush Manon’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Manon’s chest hurt, she felt like throwing up.

“Just leave me alone,” she sniffed, “I can spend my night off however I like. I’m fine.”

Y/N didn’t want to push her, biting her lip. It was a nervous habit Manon pointed out multiple times, she had done a good job keeping her anxiety in check, but she was really beginning to worry about her. She was just there, existing in the same space, and Manon wanted to believe that was enough.

But it wasn’t. It never was.

Y/N tilted her head, her gaze softening as she studied her.

The bags under Manon’s eyes darkened, her eyes hooded and her lips glossy from a thick coat of liquor. Her shoulders were slumped and she laid across the bar surface.

She was completely wasted.

“You’re not fine. You need to stop drinking.”

Manon’s breath hitched, and—in a sort of protest—she took another long swig of her bourbon, her hand trembling slightly. “I’m just… I’m just tired, okay?”

Y/N sighed, swallowing thickly. She reached out slowly, careful not to move too quick before Manon flinched away. Her fingers grabbed the glass, fingertips gently brushing Manon’s hand as she slowly pulled it away from her grasp. She set it away on the bar, quickly motioning for the bartender to pick it up.

“Come on,” Y/N urged, a hand travelling down the small of Manon’s back, “Let’s go home, Meret. Please?”

Her first name. The only person she allowed to call her by name besides her parents. She absolutely loathed how smoothly it rolled off her tongue, like an enticing purr. It was much more rewarding, hearing it sung from her throat when she was writhing beneath her in bed, but now, it was just another crude reminder Manon wanted gone.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” she whispered, not looking at Y/N. “Why do you keep… pulling me back.”

There was a long pause, the kind of silence that felt like an eternity. Then, Y/N’s hand found hers, gently, as though afraid she might pull away.

“Please,” Y/N said softly. “Not tonight.”

Manon’s breath caught. She felt the rush of emotions she had tried to bury, rising to the surface. But she couldn’t let them take over—not here, not now. Not when it felt like everything was slipping through her fingers.

“Y/N,” she whispered, the words barely a breath. “I love you so much. I need you. Without you, it’s like I don’t know how to breathe… like I don’t know how to live.”

Y/N shook her head. “Stop, please,” she whispered. “I know you’re going through it, but you can’t drink yourself to death.”

“Why not? What’re you gonna do, start acting like you care about me?” Manon’s tears fell freely now, her body shaking with the weight of everything she had tried to keep inside. “Is that what it’ll take for you to love me? For me to die?”

“I do love you. I’m here right now because I love you. And if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t be sitting here while I stay up at night worrying about where you could possibly be.” Y/N shook her head, her own eyes welling with tears, “I had to promise Sophia tonight I’d bring you home. Y’know, the girls are really concerned about you. They’re trying to talk to you, they’re trying to understand you, but you’re pushing them all away.”

“I don’t care about them, I just… I just want you to want me.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, suffocating her. She stepped closer, but the space between them felt impossibly vast, like there was a whole world separating them, and Y/N was afraid she might never be able to overcome it.

"I—" she started, then stopped. She wanted to say the right thing, the thing that would make everything okay.

Manon stood abruptly, her chair scraping harshly against the floor, the sound of it echoing in the silence. "You don’t love me, Y/N. You never did and I don’t want to be such an idiot. I don’t want to keep coming back to you and your selfish ways.”

Y/N opened their mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Manon let out a bitter laugh, though it was shaky, almost hysterical. "Every time, I kept waiting, kept thinking maybe you’d see me, maybe you'd love me the way I love you. But you never do. And I’m so stupid, Y/N. So fucking stupid."

Y/N’s heart was hammering in their chest, their hands trembling as they took a step toward Manon, reaching out as though to bridge the distance between them.

“Meret, I’m begging you. Let me take you home.”

How could she say no to her? To the love of her life?

Y/N reached out again, her hands still. She tucked a rogue braid behind Manon’s ear, taking her leaning into her hand as a “yes” to guiding her out the bar and into Y/N’s BMW outside.

The drive home, Manon had dozed off, her body sluggish in the passenger seat as Y/N glanced back and forth between the road and the woman. It wasn’t long before she pulled into the driveway of Katseye’s dorm. She carefully assisted Manon’s limp body through the door and up the stairs, careful to stay quiet as to not wake the other girls. She could see Sophia standing in her doorway, giving her a nod before retiring to her room for the night.

When Manon was tucked into bed, her clothes stripped of and changed into her pjs, Y/N carefully tiptoed her way into Manon and Daniela’s bathroom, grabbing cotton pads and makeup remover to clean the smudged mascara from the Ghanaian woman’s features.

Y/N made sure the older woman was nestled under her blankets comfortably, brushing her hair from her face as she sat bedside and stared.

Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, Y/N left the room.

Maybe just for another night, Manon’s receiving the affection she craved. Whether she was aware of it or not.

[milk-and-trickery]

@blacksapphiire Walking along the Hollyberry kingdom a certain creature made of deciet was disguised as a regular citizen walking along the path.He was in the crowd making coversations with another while keeping eye on a certain scholar.

He'd been out and about on his own. It was a vacation that was much needed. A getaway from the bureaucracy of the Vanilla Kingdom with the consul, their machinations and the whims of the Creme Republic.

Sure some.. things had happened since their arrival a few days ago. But Hollyberry, her family, and the people of the kingdom had been strangely welcoming.

It was early in the morning, however. And he had not wanted to wake Pure Vanilla from his slumber yet. Blueberry Yogurt knew they got cranky if woken before they wanted to get up. Thankfully, their creations.. the sheep wolves were happy to fill the space while the scholar decided to entertain himself at the early morning markets. Even pick up a few things for a surprise when Pure Vanilla woke up.

But something... something was off.

He felt something familiar.

That can't be right, not at all. He was certain they had accounted for all of the Spires' creatures when they sealed it, and those that hadn't.. they were with him and Pure Vanilla now. Contained, for the most part.

While he kept his main set of eyes occupied on his current task.. the others were looking around him. All before locking onto the source of the feeling.

Sure, to most, it looked like a normal cookie. An average Holliberrian.. But that feeling was unmistakable.

Blueberry Yogurt swallowed before slowly turning, making eye contact.

[emlovessid]

I’m so sorry I’m late to the party, but I have a prompt for you, if you’re still interested.

Sirius talking to James about how much he likes Remus and everything he wants Remus to do to him, sexual and otherwise, and Remus overhearing and just being like :o and trying to act normal around him the next time they talk, especially without tipping Sirius off that he heard. Of course, he fails miserably.

This is incredibly similar to an ask I’ve sent in on another blog and I’m sorry for that, but in my defence this scenario plays over and over in my head 24/7 and there’s so many ways it can go.

hi love! you are so fine, sorry it took me so long to get around to this one haha. hope you enjoy <33

“—and I’m losing my mind, James. How do you deal with it?”

“Deal with what?”

Remus freezes where his hand was about to push open James’ door to ask him if he needs anything from the supermarket, fingers hovering just over the door handle when he realises he’s about to interrupt clearly a very important conversation. Taking a step back, he’s ready to retreat down the hall when Sirius starts speaking again.

“With being in love,” Sirius sighs. “I thought when people described love as this all-consuming thing they were just exaggerating, but god, they were not exaggerating. If anything, they were under-exaggerating. How does anyone get anything done?”

Remus knows that he should walk away, knows that he most definitely should not be eavesdropping on this coversation right now, but his heart is stuck in his throat as he tries to wrap his head around the fact that Sirius is apparently in love?

Without giving James a chance to answer, Sirius is rambling again, and Remus can almost imagine his manic eyes and his arms waving about as he says, “It’s literally all I can think about, all day. And then I go to bed and I fucking dream about it, about him, about him and his stupid face and his stupid smile and how much I want to just stick my tongue down his fucking throat.”

It’s with a shaky breath and a sting behind his eyes that Remus finally manages to start moving back towards the kitchen, but then the whole world comes to a shuddering stop when James groans, “I don’t need to know about how much you want to stick your tongue down Moony’s throat.”

Moony? Moony?! Sirius wants to stick his tongue down his throat?!! There’s no way—

“It’s not just that. I mean, yeah, obviously I want to snog him, and have him fuck me so hard into my mattress that I can barely walk the next day—” Remus can barely hear James’ complaints over the sound of his own heart beating thunderously in his ears, “—but I also want to just, walk down the street holding his hand and run my fingers through his hair while he’s reading a book and wake up next to him in the morning.”

Remus actually pinches himself on the wrist then, sure that he must be dreaming, because in what universe are his months of pining actually reciprocated?

“That’s great. And I hope you get all that, I really do. But in order to get that you actually have to tell him you—” Remus leaves midway through James’ sentence, his feet finally catching up with his mind and hurrying back down the hall, grabbing a reusable bag and his keys on his way out the front door.

—

By the time he makes it back from the supermarket, he’s successfully pushed down all thoughts of what he overheard to the deepest depths of his mind, piling on top of it his shopping list and the recipe for tonight’s dinner and what clothes he needs to put in the wash later. That is, until, he walks back inside and finds Sirius leaning against the kitchen counter, jar of peanut butter in one hand as he grins at Remus around a spoon.

“There you are!” Sirius cheers, and with just a look and a smile, all of that pushing down was for naught.

“I want that too,” Remus blurts.

“The peanut butter? Sure, let me grab you another spoon,” Sirius says with a shrug, reaching for the drawer behind him before Remus’ hand on his wrist stops him, his eyes wide and searching as they meet Remus’.

“Not the peanut butter,” Remus sighs, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I want – I want to hold hands and feel your fingers in my hair and have your face be the first thing I see in the morning.”

Sirius’ voice is barely a whisper when he says, “Oh.”

Taking a step closer until he’s practically caging Sirius in against the counter, Remus continues, “And I would like nothing more than to stick my tongue down your throat—”

“Oh.”

“—and fuck you into your mattr—”

Sirius doesn’t give him a chance to finish, surging up and capturing Remus’ lips with his own, the taste of peanut butter on his tongue as he licks into Remus’ mouth, but it’s everything Remus had hoped for and more.

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[yanderes-galore]

A romantic concept of Peter Parker if you can please????

Oh wow I never actually did the MCU version of Peter so let me see what I have for this fic. Aged up as usual. This takes place in no specific movie.

If you like this you may like the two concepts I did for Comic! Peter;

Comic! Peter General Concept

Comic! Peter with Civilian! Darling

Yandere! Peter Parker Concept

Main MCU Version

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Paranoia, Invasion of privacy, Secret picture taking, Kidnapping mention, Murder mentioned, Dubious relationship.

Peter is such a relatable character and yandere.

He knows how to get along with his darling even with how awkward he is.

Peter's also very innocent and awkward at times, despite this he feels comfortable around you.

Peter's yandere behavior is Overprotective, Obsessive, Manipulative, Emotional, Caring and Moral.

He's a hero that would never kill/have a hard time killing for his darling.

Peter holds a ton of responsibility and it feeds into his obsession.

He wants to keep you safe but fatally wounding others to achieve it would have to be a last ditch effort.

Other Marvel heroes aren't quite the same as they have more experience and know sometimes... there is no choice.

Peter is pretty classic with crushes.

During high school he's been so occupied with being Spider-man he still hasn't gotten any better at talking to crushes.

He struggles so hard to be friends with you but is relieved when he eventually manages it with stuttered conversations and personal pep talks.

Peter gets really awkward and shy towards his darling despite his friendly demeanor.

To put it simple... Peter is a nerd at heart.

He loves to talk to his darling about superheroes and sci-fi....

He adores you even more if you like the same things as him.

Peter seems like your normal every day student just trying to get his final studying in. (finals for high school or college)

You two have average talks and are just good friends.

It takes awhile before you uncover the iceberg that is Peter Parker and his obsession with you.

Peter is the type to be completely lost in his crush when he starts his obsession.

He daydreams and watches you in all the classes you have together when you still go to school.

Peter's ashamed to admit it due to his inner morals as a hero but... he does stalk you.

He can climb walls and perch on trees/balconies.

The temptation to use his power to fuel his new addiction is a bit too strong for him.

He promises to look away if you're changing or anything!

He just likes to know you're safe... and maybe take a few pictures.

Peter is overprotective both as a civilian and Spider-man.

When he's just Peter it's usually due to a feeling of paranoia or jealousy.

He's very awkward with it at times but you can tell Peter is tense when others are a bit too friendly with you.

It's not entirely possessive behavior as it stems from a fear of you getting hurt instead of it being entirely from jealousy.

If Peter tried to threaten anyone it doesn't come off as threatening unless he's really mad.

He saves violence for the villains, however.

When asked about his behavior Peter just says he's worried about you.

If anything this just makes you think he's an anxious person and isn't the biggest red flag.

Peter shows overprotective behavior as Spider-man too.

That's the reason for most of the stalking.

As Spider-Man he feels he needs to keep you safe and often tries to keep villains away from your home.

If they ever did find you then he's swooping in and protecting you with his life.

Peter has dealt with a lot of traumatic experiences as a hero and it bleeds into his obsession with you.

It makes him more hesitant about the people around you after what he's seen.

Peter is overly obsessive of you to the point it's invasive.

He listens in on coversations about you and writes down whatever info he can about you.

Whenever you're mentioned in conversation it causes Peter to perk up and start listening.

He fantasizes about his crush on the daily...

So much to the point he gets distracted.

Peter can be manipulative.

Even more so if you know he's Spider-Man.

After all you may listen to everything he says due to him being a hero.

Peter tries to be subtle with manipulation.

Small things like influencing your opinion of people or a decision you plan on making.

He dislikes the idea of you developing crushes that aren't about him and tries to make you hate the person.

He feels a bit guilty but tells himself it'll be worth it....

There's also the big lie he tells himself and you; "What he does is for your own good."

That's not always true.

Especially if he's starting to get his obsession out of control and suggests moving in with you or tries kidnapping.

Peter can be emotional about his darling.

If you're hurt he panics... he's always worried about your safety...

He also takes arguments to heart.

If you had a fight and you called him something like a monster?

Peter thinks about it for a long time... it eats away at him.

Peter also tends to blame himself a lot.

If you're unhappy he blames himself.

If you got hurt he blames himself.

Peter also gets overly excited about you.

Being one of the younger Avengers he hasn't quite gained a stoic facade yet, even with what he's been through.

Which means Peter shows emotion of all kinds a lot during his obsession.

Peter is moral and caring.

Even if he has the typical yandere issues he knows to not kill.

If he ever did then it's if he has no other choice.

He also cares a ton for your own feelings and emotions.

Peter wants to make you smile as your hero.

He doesn't want you to fear him.

He wants you to love him!

Peter will be a yandere that can hide his tendencies.

He's still clumsy and may mess up at times but overall can hide it.

Peter, even with the yandere tendencies, can be a good boyfriend.

He does not like bringing any sort of harm towards you, like restraining you with webs.

But will if he has too.

Overall, Peter isn't too bad of a yandere and has innocent intentions towards his darling...

Even if the paranoia gets to his head and makes him way more worried about you than he should be.

[beardedherculestrucker]

While the"i don't care" leather musclebull plays his game, this breathtaking mature musclebeast has attracted a normal built, younger leatherbear...let's see what the following coversation between this unequal duo will bring!

[scienceisneat]

this is so stupid oh my g

HIIII,,, SO UHH!!! me and my brother are writing a FIDDLESTAN fanfiction and in another fic after the one we r writing there is gonna be MASSIVE tate conent and i wanna INFODUMP ABOUT IT!!!

OK SO the sequal fanfiction persay is revolved around tate and his life because i'm hyperfixated on him and i LOVE HIM OK SO in this universe, stanley never breaks Fords project, Ford ends up going to his dream college, and Stan goes to backupsmore and meets FIDDLEFORD!!!!!! They make a computer company and a bunch of other shit will happen (NO SPOILERS, WINK WINK!!) and after all of that they adopt Tate:333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah basic rundown and whatnot ANYWAYS MOVING ON

the sequal will bascially be Tate in his sophmore year in highschool (1997) and he meets a kid named BRODY BACKLE!!!! (a lot of people have a oc named/based on "backle" but i found that out AFTER me and my brother made him.) Brody is kind of a reckless guy, he gets close with Tate and they become best "freinds" (there is A LOT of homoerotic tension with them) they do normal teenage stuff persay Brody makes Tate do reblalous things aganist his dad's rules, and genuinely becoming KIND OF AN ASS.

I WANNA DESCRIBE HOW THEY LOOK IN THIS OSHJSS

So for context Tate is 15 and Backle is 16

OKOK

Tate used to wear; sweaters, (Knitted by Fiddleford) cargo shorts, big bulky sneakers, HATS. and very soft kind of look (me and my brother joke all his outfits are picked out by Fiddleford) BUT AFTER he meets Broody he dresses in oversized band shirts, baggy pants, beanies, backwards hats, and of course his hair covering his eyes because by god in my au his eyes are BLINDING like the bluest eyes you have ever SEEN.

Brody/Backle wears; bascially the same thing Tate would wear minus the hats, His head is shaved with blonde hair, his ears STRECHED TO THE MAX, pircings EVERYWHERE and genually like ur averge alt guy, he chills out when he gets older tho

They never OFFICALLY GET TOGETHER (as if rn) but they do kiss, hold hands, get matching stuff, cuddle, hug, all that mushy couple stuff they do (When they get older i might get them together who knows,,) when they get older they created the bait shop together, they spend a shit ton of time together they are INSPERABLE, they own a house together near the bait shop, (no homo, Brody says whenever someone asks about it)

Tate (when he gets older) would wear ; what he wears in the cannon gravity falls universe but looser because dear god holy shit. when he isn't working he would wear button ups, with hand knitten sweaters made by Fiddleford, cargo pants, and very beat up shoes with of course, a hat. So bascially what he wore before he met Brody kind of thing

Brody would lowkey dress the same as he did when he was youger, when he's older, he usally wears band tee's with a flaneel drapped over it (all of his flanels were owned by Tate at one point, he would have blonde wavy longish hair and is a genually chill guy.

in they older years, Tate and Brody spend most of their time (when they aren't working) fishing, talking about endless stuff never ending coversations, Brody never really opens up to anyone that isn't Tate (Broody lore coming soon). ALSO, Brody is VERY affectionate to Tate like thats his number one thing in the entire UNIVERSE right there, Tate has a hard time giving love out to Brody, he doesn't understand how to do it or how it works, Brody understands and he knows Tate loves him back.

When they were teenagers, Brody always stayed at Tate's house, never really going to his own. Stan and Fiddleford see him as another member of them family at that point, Brody would spend weeks at the pine's house, Brodys parents lowkey stopped gaf about Brody after 5th grade so his parents did not care he was spending most of his time at this random kids house

Tate's first kiss was Brody, they usally got affectionate when they were high or something along those lines, they kissed mulitple times, whenever Tate would ask what they were, Brody would ignore the subject leaving Tate confused and upset. When they got older they eventually sorted everything out leaving all the tension behind them.

ok i'm getting sleepy sorry if this is shitty my autistic brain needs to rant to someone and the someone is tumblr so, yay

[fexrtherexper]

Continued from here~

The normally armored half dragon gave the other a soft shrug as they stood accross from the other, engaging in some idle chit chat. It was a rather casual evening and it was an innocent coversation enough. Or at least she thought it was innocent. Little crushes and the like were normal.

Although, its not exactly normal to speak of them WITH said crush.

Judging by how flustered the rat was, it was enough get a rise out of them.

With a soft smirk, she further stated, “Yeah, you got that rustic charm to ya. A strange combo of cute and tough. What’s your secret? Come on Shen~ Don’t hold out on me!”

@murdxrxfcrxws

[holdmymetaphor]

sometimes im like. im autistic but im normal. i can pretend to be normal. i can hold conversations, even good outgoing B+ coversations

then i come home like i ran a marathon worried that everybody hates me and that i actually am very weird and struggle to feel connected to people despite my striving to do so.

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

basil’s notes!!

this is a REALLY short fanfic that takes place immediately after sunny moves away from faraway. Polly told basil that he should start a journal of his thoughts, to help him sort them out.

tw: suicide implication, obsessive behavior, deprecation

also basil cannot spell im so sorry its a headcanon

2/20/2000

1st day

i really miss sunny. already i cant stand him being gone. hes so far away from the town now. i wonder how his life is in the city.

i hope hes doing well. i dont know if he forgivs me.

2/21/2000

2nd day

kels been so quiet. he took the truth much better than hero or aubrey. but without sunny he has nobody to talk to. i know hes avoiding talking to me. i would too if i was him.

honestly i get it its not like aubrey or hero want to talk to him or me either i mean theyre angry so naturally they want to be alone.

it makes me sad though since aubrey was finally being nice again. i hope she comes to her senses at some point or im gonna be really lonely. i know hero has to go back to college tomorow but maybe thats good itll give him a chance to come to terms with how he feels.

sunny hasnt called me yet. he promised he would but it doesnt seem like hes holding up on that.

i guess thats normal for him i mean hes broken promises before. i hope he decides to contact me some time soon i really realy miss him. 

sorry this is long okay bye im gona try to call kel

2/22/2000

3rd day

sunny caled me today! he says hes still getting used to talking again. that makes sense but i wish it wasnt just me talking most off the time. it sorta felt like i was talking to myself like i usually do but its okay i know he was listening. he always listened quietly like that wen we were kids. i dont really know if hes ever tuned me out but i hope he wasnt. i think hes a little mad at me for the eye thingy but its okay hell forgive me soon i know it. 

kel didnt answer my call yesterday night but its okay ill give him some more time if hes not ready yet. poly said he came to drop of some flowers this morning but i was aslep. shes gona be leveing soon. just like everyone else.

n e ways kel brought me some wite tulips. it reminded me of sunny and i cryed. 

it was rely embarising to cry like that infront of polly. she got really worryed about me and then gave me som tea. it was camomile and thats my favorit. it made me feel better. 

2/23/2000

4th day

sunny called again. he talked more and it was a fun coversation. he told me about his new cat his mom got him. he named him toast. i thouht that was super cute. 

i dont really have anything els to say so bye bye now

2/24/2000

5th day

poly says she has to put me in a special school. i dont wanna go but its supposed to be more acepting. 

im gonna miss aubrey and kel being annoying even though they arent talking to me yet.

i dont want to go back to school.

2/25/2000

6th day

sunny isnt calling. i called him 43 times already today and left a bunch of messages but he hasnt answered or called back im really scared why wont he call? what if hes hurt or something????

2/26/2000

7th day

im ending it goodbye i love you polly and kel and hero and aubrey and sunny. and mom and dad please tell them im gonna miss them.

-basil 

[vilecrocodile]

Heeeyy. Please I need help I’m kinda desperate as a closeted lesbian. I want to hookup so I’m downloaded tinder. Do you have some this on how to show interest like flirt wise? I would like to have a kiss at least when I’m meet other women 😭😭😭😭 I never dated nor flirted ever so idk myself in that regard it’s kinda weird when you find a new facet of yourself so I feel like a robot lol

haha unfortunately that kind of feeling never really goes away on dating apps. you can be honest and say you're not used to flirting and just drop a compliment like oh i love your hair etc and use that to lead into a conversation. believe me when i say being able to hold normal friendly coversation goes a long way. with lesbian dating especially, don't be afraid to message first... people might not respond or chat a bit and stop replying. don't get discouraged or take it personally. just be clear about what you're looking for (id like to hookup, i want something casual, i dont have much experience) without cornering people into expectations. it gets easier with practice! good luck!!

[affront2god-affectionate]

"Sincerely, whatever"

A fanfic on a fanfic, RE: "The Priest You Want" by @alwaysyourshenry and @the-bats-who-simp . 797 word one shot of David not participating in events XD no warnings, no rating, domestic fluff, David being a grumpy fuck.

“You know what, I don’t give a single flying fuck”, David said, looking at the thick layer of snow growing on his porch. Weather magic was hard enough for him as it was, and with recent debacle he had to handle the Paradiso ecosystem falling apart almost every week, sometimes twice a week. At this point he was determined to let it be.

“Koshka brosila kotyat, pust’ yebutsa kak hotyat”, he mumbled under his nose an old russian rhyme he learned in 1962 on Cuba. Which meant “the cat has abandoned the kittens, let them fucking figure it out themselves”. Or even “let them fuck however they want”, which in this case was becoming more and more literal every day.

Mars has curled up in his cat form near the heater on his favorite fluffy blanket, slightly snoring, the most adorable cat to ever exist. To be honest, a cat form was a good decision for this weather. At least that fur wouldn’t be eaten by cloth moths unlike the fabulous pimp coat David has brought from Miami forty something years ago. A battle with moths was another one he was losing lately. Alas!

He was not exactly honest when saying his reading on Lilith made no sense. It actually made an unnerving amount of sense for him, and the burden of knowledge had told him that it’s none of his business. What was bound to happen, was going to happen, no matter what. In that simple three card reading he saw all the struggle and the horror she was going through, and the inevitability of all that was foretold before David himself was even born, and the fact that it’s actually for the better in the long run.

Reaching through the thick skulls was never a favorite past-time for David. And Jamie’s skull at this point was so thick, there was no brain left. Bone-headed is what he was. “Nope”, David said, looking at the roadmap of the events in the astral plane. Feeling that with this level of being annoyed any attempt on a coversation with Jamie will turn into a fistfight in a matter of seconds, he decided not to engage and spare himself some blood pressure, and focused on the Work instead.

“Shut up and dig, that’s how you reach enlightenment” was his motto of his own invention, a mantra he was saying on repeat multiple times a day for the last two hundred years at least. And it had never let him down. Shut up and dig.

So by the time the snowstorm hit, he already had prepared: a full shed of firewood, a dozen canisters of oil for the generator, forty pounds of potatoes, a crate of canned meat, and four packs of mothballs. He also brought all Mars’s favorite stuff from one cottage to another, so they won’t have to move for a week, at least. He even brought out his largest crocheting patterns,the ones that were too intimidating to do casually.

“I don’t give a single flying fuuuck”, he sang in a sarcastically high-pitched voice, turning his back on the white window and giving the clock a side-eye on his way to the kitchen. Most likely, it will be over in six to eight hours or so, but with everyone being out of their minds it could take a couple more weeks. And he had rituals to perform, and a partner to feed, and many roads cleaned in the village tomorrow. There will be blisters. There will be broken shovels. Most likely he will have to just melt the shit away with a sightly-forbidden quantum physics ritual. But that would be too explicit for the townsfolk, so maybe the shovel it is. Shut up and dig.

The kettle he was filling was actually a gift from Kit, from back when. It was a really good kettle. But it also made him mourn the times when things were normal. When Jamie was not… well, effectively, in fact, a cult leader. “Yeah, sure”, David had said when he first read The Doctrine. And then never payed attention to it ever again. Maybe he should have. But also – let them kittens fuck themselves. No one is fucking working in this houshold.

From his kitchen window David saw a snow penis being erected in his yard. Well, at least Kit is having fun in this weather. The shape was quite nice, too. “Never knew our word artist can sculpt too”, he thought. “Maybe we should buy him some play-dough”.

David knocked on the window and swayed the hot kettle around suggestively. The dick-buliding stopped and his antique china tea set has clanked behind his back.

“If you break it you steal me a new one”, David said, pouring a couple of hot ones.