#OR FUCKIN WINN

[avocadosockz]

it is still absolutely criminal that they never showed kara arriving to an office full of flowers, nor did they show her coworkers/cat grants reaction to this obvious gay ass love confession from lena

[chungledown-bimothy]

put a little love in your heart is so funny, tbh. like, you can't do a musical episode and leave out tony nominee jeremy jordan, but the big group number is, by virtue of the genre and the big bad being darren criss, dance-heavy.

so what do you do?

you sit his ass down behind the piano and occasionally cut to him belting to the heavens.

[thewritertiger]

WINN OR FIRT SHIPPERS WAKE UP!!!! I HAVE FOOD FOR YOU 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️🔊🔊🔊

Also, this was planned to be billdip fluff, but something go to another thing and now we have a tooth-roating fluff of billdip and Winn on this fanfic

Anyways, here's a meme I found on Tumblr, but I'm very lazy to search the user that publish it.

[rrrawrf-rewrites]

Winn yanked his front door open. He’d talked to his landlady, and she’d given him three days to get this figured out, but Jackie wasn’t answering his calls. Fucking of course she wasn’t, but that didn’t fucking matter, Winn would just hunt her down -

He stormed up the stairs to street level and stopped short a split second before he ran into -

Fucking Rembrandt.

Winn stared at him, his heart rate spiking even while he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Rembrandt smiled back at him. Like always, he wore a suit, this one a dark red and completely out of place on the city block. There hadn’t exactly been a lot of options for an ex-con fresh out of prison to rent once he’d gotten out of the transitional housing; the neighborhood here was a little shabby and rundown, maybe a step above the worst parts of town.

Except, with Rembrandt standing here in front of him, smirking and holding a folder stuffed with papers, this was now the absolute worst part of the entire continent.

Winn’s gaze darted down towards the papers he held, and he recognized the flier that his landlady had shown him. Something clicked into place, and his gaze darted back up as he snapped, “What the fuck are you doing!”

“Good morning to you, too.”

Winn snatched at the folder, but Rembrandt took a step back. “Are you fucking putting these everywhere?” Winn demanded. “You fucking liar, you’re gonna get me kicked out -”

“Oh, what a shame that would be,” Rembrandt said dryly. He held up one of the fliers. “I’m just a concerned member of the community.”

“The fuck you are,” Winn seethed. His own bloody (literally) mugshot was on the damn flier, right under the bright red words: SEX OFFENDER. “You don’t even fucking live here!”

Rembrandt hmmed, glancing up at the apartment building. “No, I don’t,” he said, then added, “Not yet.”

Not yet?

“But,” Rembrandt continued smoothly, “I still think your neighbors should be aware that their downstairs neighbor is -”

“I’m not a sex offender!” Winn shouted without meaning to, far too loud. Rembrandt, barely able to repress a smile, arched an eyebrow, and then glanced to one side. Winn followed his gaze, and his face reddened as he spotted one of said neighbors, a middle-aged man holding the hand of his ten-year-old daughter. He was holding one of the fliers.

Winn bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood. With an effort, he lowered his voice and hissed, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Oh, we’re making death threats, now,” Rembrandt remarked. “I’m sure that will do wonders to convince everyone you’re an upstanding, reformed member of society.”

“Society would be a lot fuckin’ better without you in it,” Winn bit out. He wanted to punch that smug look off of Rembrandt’s face, but there were other people on the street, and he knew immediately how Rembrandt would spin it. “Shove those fliers up your ass, then go tell everyone you’re a fucking liar, you piece of shit.”

Predictably, Rembrandt didn’t move from his spot. He tucked the folder under one arm, and gave the apartment building another long look. “This isn’t a bad place, all things considered,” he said, ignoring Winn’s fuming. “You should count yourself lucky they even let you in. One of my buildings wouldn’t have let you within a thousand feet.”

“Lucky for me it’s not your building,” Winn sneered. “If you don’t get the fuck outta here, I’m gonna tell the landlady you’re trespassing.” Not that he thought she would care.

A slight smile crossed Rembrandt’s face. He tucked one hand into his pocket, rocking back on his heels. “Maybe I’ll buy it, then,” he said thoughtfully. “Sink some money into the neighborhood. It clearly needs it.”

He gave a pointed look around them. “It would take some work, but I’m not above getting my hands dirty.”

Winn snorted. “The fuck you aren’t,” he muttered sourly, hating the smirk on Rembrandt’s smug face. The man continued as if Winn hadn’t interrupted.

“We’d need to repaint the building, and do some renovating,” Rembrandt said, head tilted thoughtfully. He flicked his dark gaze over Winn, and his smirk broadened a touch. “Clean up some of the filth.”

“You son of a bitch.” Winn decided he didn’t care that there were people nearby, several of them shooting him suspicious looks. He lunged forward, but before he could hit Rembrandt, his power picked up on the motion of Rembrandt’s free hand, the little knife slipped out of a pocket, clicked open -

Winn hissed in pain when it sunk into his side, just above his hip. Rembrandt looped his other arm around Winn’s shoulders, still holding the file, and kept Winn close, pressed up against him.

“We both know this isn’t long enough to really hurt,” Rembrandt murmured into Winn’s ear, as Winn grabbed his shirt and his wrist, trying to push him off. He flinched when Rembrandt twisted the little knife. “So it didn’t hurt. Understand me?”

His grip tightened, Winn’s face in his shoulder. Blinking back tears of pain, Winn took a shaky breath, then thought better of it and didn’t say anything at all.

“Good.” Rembrandt kept Winn in some perverse kind of one-armed hug. “Don’t bother moving, Winn. I like knowing where you are, and I can tell you now, there isn’t another soul in Boston who will let you under their roof.”

He dug the knife in a little deeper, and Winn strangled down a yelp of pain. Letting go, Rembrandt left the knife lodged in Winn’s side; Winn immediately put a hand to it, as if his own touch could make it hurt less.

He stumbled back when Rembrandt shoved the folder of fliers against his chest, automatically grabbing it before it could fall. “I’m sure your probation officer can clear it all up for you, Mr. Yale,” Rembrandt said archly, straightening his suit jacket. He tipped his head back, a small smile playing about his lips as he viewed the expression on Winn’s pale, tear-streaked face. “She should be here soon. Someone tipped her off about you having a weapon in your possession.”

His gaze lingered on the knife. Winn clenched his jaw, blinking back tears.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice breaking.

Rembrandt shrugged. “I’m bored,” he said plainly. Tucking his hands into his now-empty pockets, he gave Winn a nod. “I’ll see you around, Yale. Enjoy the fresh air while you still can.”

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okay well im not shocked and im mentally prepared for an egg death so LETS FUCKIN GO FUCKING BEAT EACH OTHER UP!!! MAY THE BEST TEAM WINN>:)

[the-fiction-witch]

20th Bad Luck

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Cute

Halloween Day 20

I hummed my little tune as I made my little soup for the day, and I heard a loud knock on my door. "Come in" I called back

"'iya Y/n" Whitey smiled as he headed inside my little wooden house,

"Hello Whitey" I greeted "What appears to be the trouble?"

"No trouble, I just fancied comin' to see ya" He smiled

"That's very sweet whitey"

"I figured I could come see ya, maybe sit and play with your cards"

"Play?" I smirked

"Ya know what I mean"

"Alright go sit up at the table then" I smiled cleaning off my hands on my apron and heading over to the table where he had planted himself I grabbed my little wooden box and lit a candle. I opened the box unfurling the purple cloth, flattening it across the table. I took my red drawstring bag opening it up and letting the deck cascade across the cloth. I returned the bag and took the deck in hand shuffling it through before laying the deck across the table face down and offering it to him "Select a card, Mr. Winn"

"Alright," he smiled eagerly taking a card from the deck and flipping it over to reveal the handpainted artwork "Oh? That bad?"

"Ten of swords... You have yet to see the worst but the worst is ... the bottom of the barrel of bad"

"Oh. Shit."

"Kinda. take another"

"Alright," He says perking up again "The tower? Is that good"

"The tower is forboding, often a sign of sudden change"

"That would be comfortin' if not the for yet to see the worst one that's probably the sudden change comin'"

"Awww look at you go connecting cards" I smiled "Go again"

"Alright, Oh shit- okay I know that's bad," He says having revealed the devil

"That's recklessness and toxicity." I laughed "What kinda bad juju are you bringing into my house whitey?"

"I don't know!"

"Uhh here," I said grabbing an incense stick and lighting it from the flame of the candle and using the smoke to cleanse his hands and my cards setting it in a holder "Okay, let's go again maybe there was just some bad energy"

"Right, Ten of Wands... is that good"

"Suffering and struggle"

"Fuck!"

"Have you broken any mirrors lately whitey?"

"No,"

"alright go again"

"Okay, Ohh moon, is the moon good?"

"change"

"Okay,"

"uncertainty"

"I'm feeling pretty uncertain"

"Fear and anxiety"

"Yeah! The fuckin' cards are makin' me feel that!"

"Have you failed to reply to any letters? eaten thirteen of some berry? Have you received a clock or timepiece as a gift?"

"No"

"Ummm odd, Try another"

"I'm not sure I wanna"

"Come on it can't get much worse"

"Alright, Ohh hell no!" He jumped moving away from the table having drawn the hanged man

"Do you-"

"I know what it means."

"What is goin' on with you?" I glared

"I don't know!"

"I thought you were always lucky"

"Yeah, I did too! I don't wanna play anymore"

"I'm not gonna lie whitey I'm a little worried about you" I laughed "One more come on you don't finish its back luck"

"I think I have enough bad luck right now," he says

"Come on then" I smiled tapping his chair

"Cleanse me again," he says sitting back down

so I smoked and cleansed him as much as I could, even rubbed his hands with clean oil, and rubbed a clear quartz on him "There we go, it should all be just you"

"Okay" he nods sheepishly flipping the last card

Death.

"uhhhh" he whined his face turning white

"Holy shit."

"Maybe it's like not that bad? ya always say cards aren't as bad as they look"

"Yeah, but that's when drawn with other cards! problem is every card you drew is bad"

"what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know, but out you go," I said grabbing my broom and sweeping him to the door

"Hey! hey! y/n!"

"You ain't bringing whatever bad energy you've got into my house whitey, go on get!" I said hitting him with my broom to get him out onto my porch

"Oww! Oww! y/n!"

"Go on now, GET! take your bad Juju with you"

"Maggie help me!" He complained as he spotted Mary Agness walking past

"What did ya do?" she asked

"He drew, Ten of swords, The tower, the devil, Ten of wands, The Moon, Haunged man and death" I explained "Off you go with your bad energy"

"I mean I don't even know much about tarot but ... Ooohhh that's bad, "

"See go on get!"

"Alright I'm goin', can't I have a kiss?"

"No. I am not risking it"

"Please?"

"One" I warned so he smiled and gave me a little kiss but when I pulled away I saw in the sky the birds that had been flying off to their left suddenly turned to the right, "Nope! Get whitey! come back when you're energy is sorted" I told him pushing him off my porch

"How do I fix it? you're the only person in town who understands this stuff!"

"Just fix it!" I told him slamming my door and grabbing my moon water and my sage "Now I gonna cleanse my whole damn house now, Thanks Whitey" I sighed 

[ghostofbriggiesmalls]

ICYMI The He Gets Us org, The Servant Foundation, funds the Alliance Defending Freedom, whose greatest hits are:

303 Creative v. Elenis - the anti-LGBT case from last year

Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization - we should all know this one by now

Thomas More Law Center v. Bonta - this bars states from requiring non-profits disclose their donors

March for Life Education and Defense Fund v. California - basically Hobby Lobby 2.0

National Institute of Family and Life Advocates (NIFLA) v. Becerra - California said predatory Pro-Life clinics seeking to mislead women about abortions had to display a sign stating that abortions were actually provided at low- or no-cost. The Supreme Court said, “no that’s illegal you can just keep lying about that.”

Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission - the case law for 303 Creative

Trinity Lutheran Church of Columbia v. Comer - the church used state funds to make capital improvements, the state said, no, a religious org can’t make capital improvements to religious organizations using state funds, and the Supreme Court said “lol yes you can”

Southern Nazarene University v. Burwell; Geneva College v. Burwell; Conestoga Wood Specialties v. Burwell - also a Hobby Lobby kind of case

Reed v. Town of Gilbert - a pastor used a school as a church and wanted to have massive ads all over the school for it. The town said, “woah, 4 max, 6’x6’ in size, and only for 14 hours.” The supreme court said “fuck that do whatever.”

Town of Greece v. Galloway - the town opened every public meeting with a prayer, citizens went, “really?!” And the Supreme Court went, “FUCKING REALLY.”

Arizona Christian School Tuition Organization v. Winn - taxpayers can donate to schools as an additional deduction on their taxes, this makes sure if those schools are religious, they get that fuckin taxpayer money baybeeeeeee.

Just in case anyone was unsure about who they are or what’s going on there.

[softtransbf]

Say You'll Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime (Even If We Can't Have It)

My original plan was this scene being maybe 600 words and at most a third of the whole thing, but oops it's almost 1900 and we're getting married. So there will probably be 2 more parts to this story, eventually.

Word Count: 1890

Warnings: light angst in the beginning, brief food and alcohol mention, fade to black implied fuckin'.

Summary: Only having a month before being separated by a thousand years would make any couple do something impulsive and probably crazy, right?

It had been a perfectly routine evening. I got home from work first, so I started dinner, and it was about ten minutes from being ready when Winn walked in, kissed me on the cheek, and poured us each a drink. It was a heavier pour than usual, so I figured it had been a rough day, and he’d tell me about it later. Heavy conversations can wait until after dinner. We chatted about my day and the light parts of his as I finished cooking, and we ate on the couch and continued our way through Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

When the credits ended and the dishes were done, we sat back down on the couch, and he dropped the bomb.

“The Legion? 31st century space heroes? Led by Mon-El? That Legion?” 

Winn nodded. “Yeah, Brainy can’t go back with them because of… something about his relative wiping out all other AIs? He didn’t give a lot of detail. Bottom line, he said I should take his place. They’re leaving when the ship is ready, and that’ll probably take a month.”

“That- that’s incredible! Really, I’m so proud of you and so glad that your genius is being recognized.” I smiled as best I could, and his worry lines deepened.

“I don’t have to go. I can say no.”

I sat up straighter and looked him in the eye. “No, you can’t. You are, in an infinite multiverse, singularly brilliant. And you’ve got a shrine to your two-item space dirt collection. Space, the future, being a hero- this is all of your dreams on a silver plate.”

He took my hands in his, eyes watering. “Not all of them. Not anymore. Yes, those are dreams of mine, but so is a life with you. I love you. I love the life we’ve built together!” He gestured with one hand around our apartment. “I don’t know if I can survive being somewhere you’ve been dead for a thousand years.”

I took a deep breath, fighting back tears of my own. “You can. You know how I know that?”

He rolled his eyes and smiled a little bit, knowing this game very well. “Because you love me?”

I smiled, too, and nodded. “Because I love you. You, Winn Schott, are the love of my life. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much before we met. I will always love you so much that you’ll be able to feel it across all of space and time.”

“Simon, no,” he said, his smile disappearing. “If I go, you have to move on. Find someone in this millennium, and be happy with them.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sweetheart, think about it. You’re not the only one here who’s dreamed of space; how could anyone even begin to approach how goddamn hot you being a spacefaring superhero is? You’re literally setting the bar astronomically high.” I paused for a moment, thinking. “Would you call me a hypocrite if I said you should let me go in the same breath I swear I won’t let you go?”

“Not a hypocrite,” he said, shaking his head, “but definitely wasting your time. My heart will be here with you, forever.”

The fervency in his eyes was too much; I had to take my hands out of his and look away. We were both quiet for a while, but before long, I felt Winn sit up straighter. I looked over at him, and I could practically see his brain working as he stared off into the middle distance, not really seeing anything. It was beautiful, as always, so I took the opportunity to simply watch him. How am I supposed to keep going, when he’s gone?

Eventually, he came back to reality, blushing when he realized I’d been watching him. “I have an idea. It’s crazy and probably a terrible one, so I totally get it if you say no. It might even be better if you do.”

I smiled, having heard that countless times. “I’m sure it can’t be that-”

“Marry me.”

My smile fell and my jaw dropped. I searched his face for any indication of hesitancy or a joke, but all I saw was pure sincerity. “What?”

Instead of responding, he got up and walked into the bedroom. A minute or so later, he walked back out with a small black velvet box in his hands. He got down on one knee, eye level with me, since I was now frozen to my spot on the couch. 

“I didn’t think I was going to do this for at least another year, but we don’t have that kind of time. You kinda stole my lines earlier, with the whole not thinking it was possible to love someone this much and love of my life stuff. All that is true for me, too.”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “Simon, you're the love and the light of my life, the home I thought I’d never get. Somehow, at the same time I was learning about aliens and superhero shit, falling in love with you was the most unexpected and wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. 

I want to be your husband. I want the world to know that I am the luckiest man in the entire universe, because you chose me, even after I hurt you like I did. I want to make that up to you with a lifetime of laughter and bickering and love. We can’t have a lifetime, but will you give me a month?” He opened the box, revealing a white gold claddagh ring with a brilliant clear gem for the heart. “It’s moissanite, not diamond, because, you know, ethics. And, uh, I can sign divorce papers before I go, so you can file them if you change your mind later.” 

I’d held it together through the beautiful romantic speech, but the suddenly anxious logistical addendum was too much; the tears fell. Despite everything I’d believed about marriage for my entire life, there was only one answer I could possibly give. “Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” His smile put the wonders of the world combined to shame. Without a word, he took my left hand and put the ring on, heart pointing towards me. 

Once it was on, he kissed it, and I chuckled. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to go the other way until we’re actually married, my love.”

He shook his head. “If all we get as husbands is a month, I’m not wasting a moment of it with the ring facing the wrong way. And I fully intend to take you to the courthouse first thing in the morning, so it won’t be wrong for long.”

“A proposal to a wedding in…” I checked the time. “Less than 12 hours? People will talk about buns and ovens,” I joked, mock scandalized. 

“Let ‘em talk. Even if I still had an oven for you to have put a bun in, I couldn’t care less. It’s none of their damn business, anyway.”

I nodded. “Fair point. I have three requests, if we’re really going to elope in the morning.”

“Anything.” The words were barely out of my mouth before he responded. “As long as you’ll marry me, anything.”

“Be careful with writing blank checks, my love. You said you wanted the whole world to know, and I’d like to… not keep it a secret, because you can’t keep a secret to save your life, and we do need 2 witnesses. But not make a big deal about it. With how recently Alex and Maggie broke off their engagement, I don’t want her to feel like we’re rubbing it in her face or anything. She’s already in enough pain- I really don’t want to make it worse.”

Not letting go of my hand, he moved back to his spot on the couch next to me. The longer his silence went on, the more I realized how devastated I would be if he changed his mind. After what felt like an eternity but was probably only about ten seconds, he nodded. “Okay, as long as you still wear the ring. Even to game night. What else you got?”

I could breathe again, and I smiled. “I’d never dream of taking it off. My second request is much lighter- a moratorium on talking about you leaving. Until the day of, we pretend like we will get our lifetime together. With, of course, the ability to call time-out or quits altogether on it. The usual safewords. And on the subject of rings, I want to get you one before the wedding. Have you put any thought into what you might want?”

He shook his head. “Yes on the pretending we’re not on a clock, but I haven’t thought about a ring I’d like. We can absolutely go ring shopping, though. Oh, also, who do you want to ask to be our witnesses?”

I thought for a moment. “I think we have to ask Kara, since it was her karaoke shenanigans that got us together in the first place.”

“Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even consider her not being there, but if we do that, she’ll insist on making it a big deal, maybe even try to talk us out of it. How about James?”

“Yeah, you're right about Kara.” I sighed. “Definitely James, no question about it. As for the second, hear me out- Mon-El. He’s been a good friend to you, and he’ll understand better than anyone why we’re doing this. Even if he does think it’s a bad idea and tries to talk us out of it, I’m not above admitting that I’d enjoy guilting him just a bit about being the reason you’re leaving in the first place. He owes me.”

“As much as I don’t want to encourage your pettiness, you’re right,” he chuckled, and I smiled a Cheshire smile.

“Fantastic. You wanna ask him, and I’ll ask James?”

He nodded. “Sounds great.” He finally let go of my hand, taking out his phone to text Mon-El, and I did the same.

Text sent, I put my phone down and took a closer look at the ring. “The ring really is absolutely perfect. I have to ask, though, when did you buy it? You said you’d planned on doing this later and had presumably planned or maybe even rehearsed lines for me to have stolen.”

[9:36 pm] TO James Olsen: Hey, can you meet Winn and me at the courthouse tomorrow, around 10? We need a favor. Don’t tell Kara, please.

“Would you laugh if I said the day you asked me to move in?” he asked, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck.

I blinked once, twice, processing what he said. “No, but I will question your sanity. We’d been together less than a year, including the months when you were still at CatCo! I was questioning if we were moving too fast, and you were buying a ring?”’

He shrugged. “When you know, you know.”

Moved beyond words, pulled him forward by the front of his shirt and poured everything I was feeling but couldn’t say into a kiss. His phone chimed and mine lit up, but neither of us would be aware of anything except each other for the rest of the night.

[vertigoblockbuster]

8/18/23 Start of a short story

I had had about fuckin' enough. Elaine was on one of her tirades she keeps on rotation that day, some horseshit about how the Winn Dixie off 85 keeps changing where they keep the rice cakes.

"But they're nawt a cracker yew-geene," she whines, red toenail-polished feet hanging out of my passenger side window. She takes a pensive sip from her half-gallon Diet Dr Pepper before continuing,

"And they're nawt a bread neither. Don't know why the fuck-ups keep puttin em next to the bagels. Swear to god it's like the world doesn't want me to be skinny. Written in the stars, cross my heart - there are powers at be that want me to stay a fatass forever. Put it on my tombstone: Here lies Elaine Willard, destined to die a whale."

Elaine and I had been going for a year and a half at that point. She was at least eight pounds underweight and whatever she was lacking in mass she made up for in decibels.

Things weren't bad with Elaine. We had a sort of covert contract that I'd pretend not to notice her hair was falling out due to malnutrition if she pretended I didn't do bumps in her parents' bathroom while they cleaned up dinner to put out dessert. Have you ever done a couple lines before a warm brownie with ice cream? I do every other Saturday.

[wonddurous444gizmo]

I winnn!!!!!! I winn profile creation I’m fucking this shit up dawg

update (1/1/25) : fixed tthheeee the fuckin sparkle favicons position — I forgor Aswell as Conny updated their interests but that’s not my cheese!!!

[citronaut69]

To add to that poll, Pub Subs aren't that good. They construct their sandwiches in the WORST way possible. For the price they aren't AWFUL but not that great. The only reason to go to publix is for BOGOs and their meat, which frankly, The Fresh Market is superior in that aspect too. Winn Dixie is a fuckin cesspool too. Even more expensive than publix for worse quality. At that point just go to Walmart. Aldi, Target, Trader Joe's, and The Fresh Market are the top tier chain grocery stores

[tkfluff-fanatic]

ryder definitely asks nesha/vuk/stevo to play halo w him sorry. and he treats them the same way he treated his little brother. every time they get close to winning he’ll reach over and tase their sides to mess them up and he thinks it’s SO fucking funny dude. like fuckin. “ry look! im winn-“💥💥💥💥💥💥

STOP WHY'S HE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!!!! It would probably take a lot of convincing to get Vuk to play with them but once they convince him??? He's the most competitive motherfucker on earth. And he's SEETHING every time Ry does that. Nesha and Stevo just think it's silly (and they probably get Ry afterwards)

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Will we be seeing Winn and Rembrandt again? 0.0

"I said, quit it," Winn snapped. It was all too easy. "You know no one actually buys this bullshit, right? Maybe it works for whatever sweet little cape you have to con for the job, but the rest of us really know what's going on."

Eli stared at him, then closed his eyes with a sigh. "Don't do this, Yale."

"Dont tell me what to fucking do," Winn retorted. "Fuck, you just think you can sweet talk everyone into doing what you want, huh? Play like you - like you fucking actually care, like you're their dad or their boyfriend or what the fuck ever. I'm just doing this because -"

Winn fumbled to a stop. Because why? His chest tightened.

"'Cause you're gonna fuckin' pay me for it," he said, after a moment of scrambling. "I'm coming for the bill after. That's what I'm doing. So - So quit acting like we're friends."

yes n_n

i am working on a story this year, about someone else entirely in an entirely different fantasy world, but winn (and rembrandt, and eli, and everyone else ever) still live in my head rent-free and i don't think i can evict them bc rembrandt owns the land now, so :/

[abitofboth]

THANK YOU DARLINGGGGG @eyeldritch <<<333

favorite color: PURPLEEEEEEEE last song: iris - the goo goo dolls last movie: kong skull island!! i never understood the hate that film got it fucks so hard currently watching: such a boring answer but like. masterchef and bake off lmao. i haven't had the time to properly start another series rn, if anyone has any recommendations lemme know!!! other stuff I watched this year: not me forgetting every single thing i've watched this year lmao 😭 shadow and bone was really good!!! i'm so sad of the news today of it being cancelled, i keep meaning to read the books too. I started ted lasso which is SO fuckin good, I need to finish that so bad!! the bear, and disenchantment i started from the rec of my nail tech too, big love to her shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: none I've dropped because I didn't like them!! i always just pause watching things because i become too busy to watch stuff then i never get back to it lol currently reading: in memoriam by alice winn (i STILL haven't finished it but it's SO good and SO heartbreaking, hiiiiighly recommend!!) and I recently started loki by melvin burgess! it's a really fun retelling of norse myths from loki's (not mcu) perspective- the way he tells stories is addictive currently listening to: a whoooooole lot of hozier with a smattering of fall out boy and a sprinkling of noah kahan mixed in currently working on: art and designs!! i've been making some typography posters recently and i'm really enjoying it. it's nice to design things for fun rather than having to do things for work current obsession: LOKIIIIIIIII SEASON TWOOOOOO I'M UNWELLLLLL

gonna tag @bigpeepee @babybirbb @mobius-m-mobius @llynwen @mirilyawrites @ladyofthestayingpower @royjamierot @homosexual-having-tea and anyone else who wants to <<33

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favorite color: green and orange but lately i've been enjoying a nice pink as well last song: the truest love - kublai khan tx last movie: saw x currently watching: ofmd, brassic, let's plays of the long dark, and rewatching spartacus other stuff I watched this year: omg so many um, wwdits, ted lasso, the fall of the house of usher, adventure time, the righteous gemstones, reservation dogs, deadloch, dark winds, the wheel of time, the bear, and a shit ton more that i don't remember rn shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: none i think? so far 🔫 currently reading: just finished station eleven and now either back to peter darling or onto circe, not because peter darling isn't good but i like it soo much i don't want to rush it + circe is from tha library currently listening to: nature sounds spotify playlist lmao currently working on: i was making gifs but i lost motivation so nothing 😬 current obsession: old man gay sex (ofmd and the terror mostly)

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[yardofblondegirls]

not to weigh in as not even a star trek blog but i dont like garashir because julian belongs with a real man (me) .

[felperebranco]

I dont really draw all that well but i had to tell this story and it wasnt gonna have the same impact in a fic.