#TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH AMIRITE

[someonedefinitely]

FINALLY COLOURED AND SHADED PHEW

original post by @briarry !!

w/o text under :))

[dave-miller-dsaf-reblogs]

Doesn't mean I wouldn't die tryin'!

Would rather die a dumbass than a coward s'what I always say!

Insert crying and begging and groveling on the floor

@dave-miller-dsaf (this is directed at jack btw if you couldn't tell, bro cannpt live without his oled sprout </3)

You're so pathetic, are you THAT much of a baby?

Get. Up.

[yourlocalstilinski-valdez]

what would each of the boys do at a sleepover?

Liam: He'd surprise you with either a blanket fort or a blanket nest to sit in, and he'd have fairy lights hanging up(instead of the dreaded big light). You'd be playing Mario Kart(and winning) when he starts a pillow fight with you because he's jealous of your amazing Mario Kart-ing skills(you started winning solely because he fell off the map like 5 times, but who's counting?(You are, you're counting)) I fully believe that he'd drag you outside(if it's summer) for a water fight(he wins that one) Dragging his inner Leeroy out here- Liam would make you have a fashion show with him at some point during the night

Zayn(pretend that's yellow and not orange): He'd talk about how fun of a night he has planned; movies, board games, arts and crafts(including that one trend where you swap pictures every 10 minutes), etc. He'd probably win most the board games because you'd be to distracted by his beautiful face to strategize properly(guilty). You'd end up talking about just the most random things(When they say 2% milk I don't know what the other 98% is) He'd also fall asleep while leaning on you halfway through one of the movies

Niall: He'd have soooo many of your guy's favorite snacks on hand, like literally, you'd show up and his table would be FULL of snacks and drinks and everything. He'd get up at some point during a movie or show you'd be watching, and if you weren't paying attention while he was gone, he'd throw a bag of candy at you, only to flash you his adorable smile while resting his chin in his hands. I also feel like he'd be the type to start a spontaneous game of tag solely because he was bored. Also think that he'd claim he's not a huge cuddler(he loves cuddles, let's be honest), but you wake up to him cuddling you

Louis: I feel like he'd be more of a camping sleepover than an indoor sleepover kind guy. You'd drive out to a spot in the woods together while listening to all your favorite music on the radio and singing along. He'd be setting up the tent, refusing all your offers for you to help because he's "doing it the Tommo way" (the tent feel over like 10 minutes later.) More water fights, aka Louis squirting you with a water bottle while you re-set up the tent(must've been the rain(there's not a cloud in the sky)) Later into the night, you'd be sitting around a fire roasting marshmallows for s'mores, and he throw one at you while you're not looking at him, then claim is was the wind(must be done strong winds, amirite?) He wakes you up pretending to be a bear outside of the tent(he would probably actually scare the shit out of you but he doesn't need to know that since you realized it was him like 5 seconds later

Harry: This man plans the best sleepovers, alright. I'm talking HUUUUGE pillow fort, big enough to be considered a pillow castle, plushies, blankets, fairy lights(more big light hate) the works. Rents all your guys' favorite movies for you guys to binge, and after some of the movies he turns on a CD for you guys to dance around to(I fully believe that Harry likes vinyls over CDs, but my vinyl loving heart is just thinking about I the needle skips/scratches while you're dancing, and I think Harry would think the same(projecting) so bere(bear?) with me here) Harry, being the fashionista that he is, would also make you have a fashion show with him

A/n: So sorry this took so long, motivation was *not* on my side while I was working on this(it's been sitting unfinished in my drafts since January 23rd) Used a couple headcanons twice because I felt some of them fit with a couple of the boys. Hope you enjoy it!

@harrys-toothpaste / @fantastical-euphoria

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: POLYGLOT STEVE??? WHO SPEAKS FLUENT FRENCH, ITALIAN, KOREAN, POLISH, SPANISH, ENGLISH AND PORTUGUESE??? EDDIE CONSTANTLY BEING FLUSTERED AS HELL HE FINDS IT REALLY HOT THAT STEVE SORAKS SO MANY LANGUAGES AND HE WILL CASUALLY USE THEM IN CONVERSATION????? WITHOUT MEANING TOO???? LIKE HE'LL FORGET A WORD IN ENGLISH & SAY IT ANOTHER LANGUAGE WITHOUT REALIZING????

MY LOVE! OKAY SO LET ME PREFACE BY SAYING I AM A LAZY PIECE OF SHIT WHO DID NOT WANT TO EVEN ATTEMPT GOOGLE TRANSLATE BECAUSE IT IS OFTEN WRONG ANYWAY OKAY. Also, English is my first and only language (damn Americans amirite) and while I did take a year of Spanish and two years of French in high school, my auditory processing is so shit, I can pretty much barely get through an introductory conversation in those languages. But I tried to still make this cute and fun! - Mickala ❤️

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“Gówno!” Steve exclaimed from the kitchen.

“Everything okay?” Robin yelled from the couch.

Eddie looked at her with wide eyes.

“The fuck did he say?” he asked quietly, not wanting Steve to hear him.

“Shit.”

“No, what did he say?” Eddie asked again.

Robin stared at him, annoyed.

“He said, ‘shit’ in Polish.”

“Steve knows Polish?!”

Robin rolled her eyes and got up to physically check on Steve.

Eddie sat and stewed in this new knowledge.

But this was only the first of many surprises.

—-------------------

“Mama, no.” Steve’s voice came from his bedroom as Eddie made his way up the stairs.

His mom was here?

And then Eddie heard Steve speaking in…Spanish? It was too fast to tell for sure, but it definitely wasn’t English.

He peeked his head through the door, relaxing slightly when he saw Steve was on the phone.

Steve gestured for him to come in while he spoke, so Eddie slipped his shoes off and sat down on the bed, getting comfortable.

But then it sounded like Steve started talking in another different language.

It was close to Spanish, but some of it sounded almost French?

Eddie blinked at him, his free hand gesturing wildly as his voice got louder.

Eventually, he sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. Eddie rubbed his back in a totally friendly, not loving, manner.

“Okay. See you then,” he sounded resigned, tired.

Eddie hated it.

When the phone was back on the hook, Steve sank back against Eddie and sighed again.

“My parents will be here next week for a couple days. They’re organizing the sale of the house, so they are packing what they want to move into a storage unit and having a cleaning company come get the rest to be donated. I have until the end of the month to be gone.”

Eddie looked down at Steve’s hand, how it was playing with the edge of Eddie’s shirt, how tense the rest of his body was even as Eddie played with his hair.

“You speak Spanish?”

That wasn’t really what he meant to say, but the shock hadn’t quite worn off from hearing him speaking in another language. Or two.

“I speak Spanish and Portuguese,” he replied.

“Oh. Well…why?”

Steve sat up and looked down at Eddie with a smirk.

“Because my mom’s family is mostly from Spain and Portugal and if I wanted to talk to my grandparents, that was my only option.”

“Oh. I…had no idea.”

Steve rested his head against his chest again, finally seeming to relax a bit.

“I really only speak it with her now. I took Spanish in high school for the easy A.”

“Makes sense.”

They remained quiet for a few minutes, Steve coming down from the stress of his phone call and impending parental visit.

“So you wanna live with me?” Eddie finally asked, casually.

They weren’t…well. They just weren’t. And that was okay. Eddie told himself that if all he was for Steve was a great friend who could hold him when he needed it, then that was enough.

But they also kind of…were.

It was very confusing and he was constantly balancing between pushing too far and not pushing enough.

“What? Like, in your trailer with you and Wayne?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Wayne wouldn’t mind. Long as you help clean up sometimes and maybe chip in for groceries.”

Wayne also was team Eddie-tell-Steve-you’re-in-love-with-him-before-I-do and would absolutely support this type of thing.

“But you guys only have two bedrooms.”

“You can share with me or like, we can work something out where we section off a part of the living room? I dunno. It’s not perfect, but I know you don’t have quite enough saved up for your own place yet.”

Steve hid his face in Eddie’s shirt for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah. Okay. I’ll share with you for a bit. But probably only for a few months, I swear. I have almost enough to get that house by Robin,” he said.

It was a house for sale in Robin’s neighborhood, and it wasn’t selling because it needed quite a bit of work done to the yard and bathrooms. But Steve knew he could do it, he just needed to make sure he had money for everything first.

He wouldn’t let anyone chip in, either.

“No rush. But, yeah, I’ll talk to Wayne about it tomorrow.”

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Steve moved in the next week after a long argument with his parents, who didn’t seem too thrilled about him becoming “trailer trash.”

Eddie thought about the last words Steve said to his parents before leaving: “I’d rather be trailer trash than your son.”

About how he’d spit them at them, poison from his lips.

About how he’d said it in French.

He probably didn’t think Eddie understood, probably didn’t realize that most of the reason Eddie had been so quiet on the ride to the trailer was because he was turning over Steve’s words in his head.

He still hadn’t quite come to a conclusion more than eight hours later, but he was busy helping Steve unpack the last of his things anyway.

“You seem quiet,” Steve said from where he was putting some of his tapes by Eddie’s boombox.

“Hm?” Eddie looked over at him, smiling to himself when he saw Steve putting Eddie’s tapes on top of his. “Oh. Just thinkin’.”

“Thinking about…?” Steve looked over at him.

“Just what you said earlier.”

Stev’s brows furrowed as he thought about what Eddie meant.

“You mean before we left?” Eddie nodded. “I said it in French though? You understood?”

“I’m not fluent, but I took it for three years in high school. One of the only classes I passed with flying colors.”

“Really?” Steve asked in French. “So I could say something in French right now and you would know what I’m saying?” he continued, still in French.

Eddie understood enough to nod.

“So if I told you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and that I wish I could hold your hand right now, you’d say…”

Steve’s blush gave away some of what he was saying, though Eddie had to admit to himself, he hadn’t quite understood some of it.

Steve sounded so natural, was speaking so quickly, Eddie wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um. I guess I’m not so good at it when someone as natural as you speaks it,” Eddie awkwardly said, turning back to the closet where he was moving some of his things so Steve would have room for his clothes that couldn’t be folded.

He felt Steve’s body heat behind him, knew he would be right there if he turned back around.

Steve said something in Italian (how many languages did he know?) and then something else in a language Eddie didn’t recognize.

He finally turned to see Steve blushing, looking down at the floor of his room.

“What was that one?” he asked, moving in a bit closer, barely leaving any space between them.

“Korean. My dad insisted on all of us learning it when he acquired a business in Korea.”

“So you know…how many languages?”

“Seven counting English, but I’m also learning Russian from Robin. Kind of a way to ‘own the trauma’ or whatever she tells me,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You know seven languages?” Eddie squeaked.

“Oui,” Steve smirked up at him.

They were so close. He could almost feel Steve’s breath against his lips, closed his eyes and imagined how he would taste.

“Eds,” Steve breathed out.

“Hm?” Eddie felt high, or like there was a severe lack of oxygen in the room, maybe both.

“Can I kiss you? Please?”

Eddie’s eyes popped open, his jaw dropping in shock.

Steve asked again, this time in French.

Eddie groaned and threw his head back.

“You’re killing me.”

“...so that’s a yes?” Steve teased.

“Oui,” Eddie replied.

Steve’s lips were warm against his, surprisingly soft, though demanding.

His whole body was demanding, pushing Eddie backwards until his back hit the wall with a thump. Eddie had never been so glad that Wayne was at work.

His hands found Steve’s waist, squeezed until he was sure he left bruises, only tightening his grip more when Steve moaned against his mouth.

Steve’s body was flush against his now, their shirts rucking up just enough for the skin of their stomachs to rub together, sweat slicking between them.

Eddie couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t really want to, didn’t want to part from the closeness he’d been hoping for for so long.

Steve did pull away though, even if only enough to rest his forehead against Eddie’s.

He whispered something in Spanish, then opened his eyes.

Eddie was hot.

“It’s really fuckin’ hot when you do that,” he admitted.

“Do what?”

“Speak any of the 100 languages that you know.”

“Oh?” Steve kissed the corner of his mouth, then his chin, then his jaw.

He kept whispering things in different languages, right against Eddie’s skin, until he was practically ready to fall to his knees.

“Steeeeeeve. You’re killing me,” Eddie complained.

“I can stop,” Steve said against the curve of his neck and shoulder.

“No, please don’t,” he groaned out.

So, he didn’t.

Steve spent the next hour kissing, and teasing, and whispering things Eddie didn’t understand against his skin.

He didn’t stop until Wayne knocked on the bedroom door to let them know he was home and was cooking burgers on the grill.

Eddie smiled as Steve left the room to help Wayne with dinner as he’d been looking forward to doing.

He thought about how long they weren’t anything but friends who could have been more.

But now they were. Hopefully they always would be.

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

I am supposed to be working on my lab report but pathetic borb bri'ish man is running around my head and I must scream

TW: For a bit of angst but also Ranchers fluff because Ranchers my beloved.

Also sorry in advance for writing a full one-shot in your inbox, idk what possessed me :,3

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It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder roared up above, clouds had rolled across the sky until the sun had been completely swallowed. A man stood on the edge of a cliff, golden wings torn apart after countless battles both against nature and against himself.

One step.

Just a matter of taking the leap. Closing his eyes, falling into the abyss, like he had done time and time before.

The canary's brush glided through a canvas propped up in front of him. Each stroke shakily landed to form what he could only describe as a representation of the tsunami of emotions raging through his mind.

Two games, out first. Was he just cursed? Would history repeat itself?

No, that couldn't happen, he wouldn't forgive himself. He couldn't drag Tango down with him. They were soulmates after all, bound by fate, or whichever deity had decided to use him as the punchline of this cosmic joke they were all trapped in.

But how long would he be able to stay alive? If the only thing he could do was worry about not being enough, not enough for Tango, with his boundless energy and bright mind that contrasted greatly with the Canary's dullness in all thing technical and constant tiredness. Not enough to protect the Ranch, the home him and Tango had built together.

Not enough for Daisy, the Warden the pair had rescued from the Deep Dark and were now raising as their own. What would happen to her, if both her parents were gone one day?

What if?

One simple question that stole the Canary's sleep hours, one simple question that led him down a rabbit hole of doubt and despair.

One simple question.

"Jimmy?," a raspy voice reached the Canary's ears, it seemed so distant, so far away, and yet it was his lighthouse.

Following the first call, a grumbling sound through the fog. A sudden weight settled on his lap, and his first instinct was to run his hand along her back. Her breathing was slow, he tried to match it.

"Are you okay?," the same voice from before, now tainted with what the Canary assumed was irritation, "I have been calling for you, Jimmy, I've been calling-"

The Canary focused his mind on the feeling beneath his fingers, mossy fur, slightly humid, raising and falling rhythmically and accompanied by a purring tune.

"Jimmy?," next thing the Canary's eye caught was a figure standing between him and his canvas, he closed his eyes shut, "Hey. It's okay, it's fine," Tango grabbed his free hand between his claws.

The Canary took a deep breath, the fog was still too dense. But he could feel himself getting closer to land.

Tango perched himself on a box the Canary had been using to put his supplies on, and a familiar warmth ran through the bird man as his rancher leaned his head on his shoulder.

A golden wing wrapped around the other's back, pulling him even closer, an almost natural reflex. The creature on his lap snuggled closer. He took another deep breath.

And for just a moment, the storm stopped.

There was so many things the Canary wanted to say, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to make up for being so pathetic, he wanted to tell Tango and Daisy how much he owed them. But Tango spoke up before he could get his words in order.

"We will figure it out, okay? We won't leave you behind. Just promise me something, yes?"

One simple question.

"You stay here with us. We will stick together. All three of us."

Just one step.

"We will make it through."

It was not a dark, stormy night. Clouds rolled on, and the rain made way for the sun to shine again.

Even if it was for just a moment, the Canary felt everything would be alright.

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We ain't never leaving the Ranch amirite

... I'm actually going to explode I CANT HANDLE THIS!!!!!! DROPPED IN MY INBOX RANDOMLY RAQHHH I LOVE THE SYMBOLISM EEHEHEHHE

[cherryluvrx3]

meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 9

[masterlist]

It was finally Saturday morning, the anticipation for today had been killing me. After we all met up for the first time at lunch, Dave took it upon himself to make a group chat for him, Karkat and I called “Sigma Meeting Room” which Karkat hated. No matter how many times he tried changing the name, Dave would change it right back. 

We talked back and forth about specifics of our hangout like my address and what we’d be eating, turns out that pizza was absolutely off the table. I guess with the jobs they have, it’s only natural you’d get a bit sick of it. So we decided we’d get Chinese takeout delivered to us. 

I had woken up pretty late, the alarm clock on my bed reading 12:26 though I wasn’t really worried because they shouldn’t have been coming until two. That would’ve given me more than enough time to clean up a bit and set things up for us to do.

I had just finished brushing my teeth when I heard the doorbell ring. 

“Coming!” 

I put my toothbrush away and walked out the bathroom while whoever was outside took it upon themselves to start ringing it repeatedly. 

“I SAID IM FUCKING COMING!?” I yelled before stomping to the door and yanking it open. 

To my surprise there stood Dave, a bookbag on his back and a plastic bag which appeared to be filled with some snacks. The plastic bag was a bit see-through so I could notice chips and ice cream among other things inside.

“Uh- hey? What are you doing here so soon? It’s only 12:30?” I ask but step to the side, letting him in.

“Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind me coming early. Me and my bro uh, got into a little.. disagreement of sorts. Just wanted to get out the apartment ASAP.” He says as he goes to the living room, setting his stuff down. 

“Oh was it a.. nasty argument..?” I ask, unsure if he’s doing alright or not. 

“Not particularly. My bro’s just a complicated guy. I try not to let that shit get to me.” He shrugs as he takes a seat on the couch.

“What do you mean by ‘that shit’ exactly?” I wonder as I sit next to him. Dave gets visibly uncomfortable as if he wasn’t expecting me to ask for the details.

“Uh- y’know like.. y’know?” 

“No I don’t know?”

“It’s kinda complicated- I know you don’t really wanna hear it-“

“I’m fine with listening really! If you’re open to talking about it, that is. If you need someone to just vent to or something I don’t mind.” 

Dave looks to me then averts his gaze just as quickly, in his mind he’s considering if he should or not. Talking about his own feelings on serious topics is a bit foreign to him and while we aren’t super close yet, Dave is the kinda guy who’s emotions and thoughts just end up spilling out his mouth anyways eventually after trying to bottle them up for so long. 

Plus this is already something that's leaving a heavy pit in his stomach, he feels like if he doesn’t let it out now, it’ll stay weighing on his mind and he won’t be able to enjoy himself later. 

“It’s like- well…” he trails off as he tries to find the words. “Not to like- trauma dump or whatever,” “Well I mean I did ask,” “ Right , um, our dad uh, wasn’t really a good guy right? I think.. No, I know he left long lasting effects on us but in.. different ways. With Dirk he’s so… quiet and mysterious 24 fuckin’ 7. He’ll yap your ear off and say nothing all at the same time. Like bro loves grilling up nothing burgers like it’s his passion. It’s.. irritating because I want him to like,” his hands move as he speaks, somewhat trying to demonstrate what he means, “ come to me if something’s bothering him. I don’t want him to just sit in a pit of his issues because he feels he’s ‘less of a man’ for having emotions? I mean he’s my brother! I can tell when he’s normal Dirk weird or weird Dirk weird. But when I try to talk to him about it, he always shrugs me off saying shit like “ It’s not a big deal ” or “ You’re too young to understand ” like you’re only 3 years older than me douchebag!?” Dave exasperates before sighing and running a hand through his hair before starting to rub at his eyes under the shades. 

“Plus I… want someone I can talk to too.. if something’s bothering me. But because of him I sort of.. feel like I’m wrong for wanting that..” he mutters. He peaks at me from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge my reaction. 

“Hmmm…”

“Ugh- I said so much. Sorry that’s fucking embarrassing just pretend I didn’t-“

“I don’t think you’re wrong for wanting someone to talk to when you’re going through shit.” I cut him off before he can start to freak out more. 

“I mean, humans are social beings, we need communities n’ all that. Even if your bro might’ve closed off his emotional communication station, mine is open anytime you need to chat.” I smile and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading to the fridge to put away the ice cream and other drinks he brought with him. He’s quiet as he sits on the couch, his hands rub at his cheeks as he tries to fight off the heat rising from his neck. 

“Thanks.” He mutters. “But yeah, that’s the basics of it. I try to get my edgy bro to be more open and then he gets mad that I'm ‘prying on him’ or whatever." Dave says from the couch as I walk back.

"Well," I start as I flop down next to him, "If you want him to be more open then maybe you should start? I mean, I don't know your bro but maybe he'll get more used to the idea if you take the first step? It doesn't have to be anything too deep or personal- just something that can help build the foundation for actually being upfront with his feelings y’know?" I look at him to see now he takes my advice on the situation. He leans back, arms spread and resting on the top part of the couch as he thinks to himself. Luckily for me, he’s so wrapped in his own thoughts he doesn’t notice me staring at him. Really, I should be more embarrassed about how I’m shamelessly checking him out but I’m more concerned with taking in the style of his hair and how it frames his face, shape of his jawline, the freckles and blemishes that cover his skin, the miscellaneous cuts and scars scattered about. He swallows and my eyes trail the movement of his adam’s apple as he does, looking lower to peek at the skin of his collarbones that can slightly be seen through the gap of the collar of his baggy shirt. The freckles seem to cover his chest too. How far down do they go? Do they die down on the parts of skin that don’t get much sun? I want to see it. I want to see him. Will he let me see? 

“Ah ahem, ” He clears his throat and looks at me through the corner of his eye.

Shit. Caught red-handed.

He looks a bit off to the side, his cheeks heating up. “U-uh yeah that sounds like a good start. I’ll try it out.” His voice cracks as he brings his arms back down, one reaching up to scratch a nonexistent itch on his neck and the other fidgeting with the end of his shirt. He looks embarrassed and almost like he’s trying to cover up from my intense gaze. 

God. I’m such a freak. Can I be fucking normal? Tweaking over a peak of collarbones? Holy shit you’d think I’m an old geezer from the 1800’s seeing a sliver of skin from a lady’s ankle or something- GET A GRIP! I yell to myself as I get up. “Uh, you said you’d be bringing your Xbox right? We can uh plug it in right now?” I said awkwardly trying to change the weird mood my creepiness brought out. “H-huh? Oh! Y-yeah right..” He mumbles as he reaches into his backpack, taking it out.

“So you had it in your backpack huh? I was wondering what was in there. Last I’d seen, it practically floated down when you tossed it to the ground when we ate together.” I joked as he got up to plug it all in. 

“Well yeah, can’t just walk around with a Xbox in my arms, that’s like asking to be mugged.” His voice strained as he leant to reach behind the TV stand to plug the console to the power outlet. 

“True…” I muttered before taking my phone out of my pocket. “I’m gonna text Karkat and see if he can come earlier so it’s not just us.. By ourselves.. For an hour..”

“..right”

Karkat save us. Please save us from just being stuck on our own.  

Me

-KARKATTTTT

-KARKAT KARTKATT

-KARYU

-KARJAT

-KARKAT!!!!

-KA

-RKAT!!

Karkat

-SHUT UP STOP SPAMMING ME

-WHAT????

Me 

-wyddd :3

Karkat

-Is that seriously all you wanted to ask??

Me

-Sorta

-just tell me wyd!!

Karkat

-I’m sorting through the movies I have. I’m only gonna bring 2 because I’m guessing we’re gonna be doing more than watching movies 

-I just can’t decide which ones to bring 

Me

-Okay well hurry and decide!! And come over!!

-NOWWWW!!!!

Karkat

-WHYY???

-We’re not supposed to be there till over an hour

Me

-DAVE IS ALREADY HERE!!

-COME NOWW!!!

Karkat

-HE IS??

-SO WHAT

-WHY ARE WE YELLING 

Me

-BECAUSE ITS FUCKING AWKWARD!!!

-GET HERE NOWWWW!!!

Karkat

-FINE ILL BE THERE IN LIKE 20

Me

-MAKE IT 15!!!

“Okayyyyy he’s on his way.” I say looking up from my phone and seeing him now sorting through the games he brought with him.

“Alright. I brought a couple multiplayer games with me. Any particular preferences?” Dave asks as he spreads them out on the living room table.

“Hmmm…”

“Oh look, Tony Hawk Pro Skater. An oldie but a classic.” He waves the case in my face.

“Pro Skater? Isn’t that just the shitty skating game filled with bugs?”

“Hey! Being a shitty skating game filled with bugs is what gives it its charm.” He snickers before tossing it back on the table. 

“You brought GTA?”

“Do ya wanna play that?”

“Yeah I’d like to but you can’t really play multiplayer with just one TV.”

“Oh damn, right.” He takes the game and tosses it back into his backpack.

“How about Super Smash Bros?” I ask, lifting it up from the table.

“Sure. We could probably play a round or two before Kat gets here. FYI I’m totally gonna kick your ass, just letting ya know before you get to whining.” Dave arrogantly says before handing me a controller and sitting on the couch. 

“Well FYI, I’m not above using cheap tricks like kicking you in the ribs to win...” 

“Okay, chill, is it ever that serious?”

“ It’s always that serious..”

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Karkat stood in front of the door checking one last time to make sure he was at the right apartment before knocking.

...

No answer?

He knocked again.

...

Nothing.

Okay now he was starting to get pissed off.

He raised his fist ready to start pounding on the door when it swung open to reveal Dave who was out of breath, red in the face from exasperation, his glasses crooked and hair a mess.

“.. What the hell went on?” 

“I was winning at smash 4-0 and they got pissed and started wrestling me bro I’m so serious I thought I was gonna die.” Dave explained as he stepped to the side letting Karkat in.

“Oh my god you’re so dramatic. Just say you’re weak as shit man.” I said as I walked to the doorway to greet Karkat.

“You look pathetic, honestly..” Karkat muttered as he fixed Dave’s glasses for him nonchalantly and patted down a few stray hairs before turning to me. “Since you rushed me I brought my top 5 and I’ll decide which ones we’ll actually watch here.” Karkat says holding up a bag filled with some DVDs. 

“Well, when you put 'em on, just know I’m gonna be knocked out having a nap thanks to those movies taking me on an all expenses paid trip to snoozeville.” Dave sighed as we all headed to the living room. “Whatever Dave I couldn’t give less of a fuck about your complaining even if I had an abundance of fucks ready to give away. I’m talking warehouse level amounts of fucks that come in BUNDLES. ON SALE. And I still wouldn’t give any to you.” Karkat sat on the couch, me on his left, Dave on his right.

“Besides, (Y/n) said I can bring whatever I want and since it’s their house that’s all that matters right?” He turns to me before his eyes widen, coming to a sudden realization. He looks me up and down.

“Uhh.. what?” I ask, confused by the sudden silence from him.

“Are you wearing my clothes?” Karkat asks.

“Huh?” I look down and lo and behold, he’s right. “Oh yeah! I’ve kinda been using them as pajamas for a while, they’re pretty comfy. I know I already thanked you but seriously thanks. You really saved my ass. From being exposed that is.” I laugh patting his back. “But if we’re being honest, I doubt I’m ever gonna give these back. If you want I could give you some of my clothes or somethin’” I say.

“Oh. Huh. Ok.” is all Karkat says before going to sort through his DVDs. Even with him looking away from me, I can see the tips of his ears turning red. What I don’t see is Dave shooting Karkat a look, wiggling his eyebrows only for Karkat to stomp on his foot with an annoyed huff. 

“OW, DICK!” Dave yells. 

“Huh?” 

“It’s nothing, don't worry about it.” Karkat grumbles trying to will away the intensifying blush on his cheeks.  

“..I think I’m gonna put together the cinnamon rolls so we can have them as a little snack before we order food later.” I say as I get up.

“A little snack? Wouldn’t that be more like desert?” Dave asks “Yeah.” “So shouldn’t you make them later?” “I want them now .” I say and head to the fridge so I can pull out the cans of dough.

“Do you want help?” Karkat asks from the couch.

“No it’s alright. Besides I feel like if i let you guys make 'em they’re gonna turn out fugly as fuck.”

“WHAT!!” “Hey man, not cool.”

“Whatevs!” I say back before popping open a can.

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haiiii.......... it's been so long.... sorry for taking a bajilion years to update :( on a good note for me, i'm gonna be graduating highschool soon as top 3 of my class!!! yippeeee the hang out isnt over yet, the next chapter they're still gonna be chillin together and idk what chapter i'll have it specifically but i think they're gonna have a accidental sleep over at dave's house i say accidental bc they're just hanging out really late and fall asleep 2gether!! how cute. i'll try to finish chapter 10 soon and post it here and ao3 see you l8r!!

[destiny-in-the-universe]

question if there was a season 3 rc9gn, who could know the identity of the ninja and not tell anyone and keep it a secret if there was a season 3

Alright, this might be my last ask for the day- at least when it comes to my non in character asks, but let's go!

Fair warning, this may be a long post because uh- I just get into it to be honest.

If and when because I will not accept anything less, we had gotten a new season- these are the characters I feel would be able to know about Randy, I mean the Ninja!

First and foremost is Theresa- like, even without the angle of Fowlham, I would've loved to see this interaction. Theresa is a selfless young girl who has a lot of potential to be clued in on the Ninja's identity; especially when it's implied behind the scenes that she has a crush on Randy, but even with that- even if we took that out, the Ninja still saved her and I think because of that it might compel her into keeping his secret. She wouldn't want to put him in harm's way.

Second and this is important, and the one I most wanted to talk about because it honestly makes a lot of sense- not just from the angle of story, but because they had SO many interactions and for what?? They wasted a perfectly good element, but to get to the point- my next choice is Julian! Like, come on- we had the Ninja, Howard, and Julian work together for... who knows how long in the Land of Shadows (firmly convinced time works differently in that realm, but this is just my own headcanon-), but we also had the episodes before that where they had more interactions. We all know Howard's a little stingy, but then again- Randy's weird jealousy streak has me dying; anyway! Julian would keep that secret and bring it to his grave, you cannot convince me otherwise.

I also feel like if there were to be a third member who got clued in, oddly enough it's Debbie and if this is all to have Debbie, Howard, Randy, and Theresa be friends, I have no idea what you're talking about coughs but anyway! Like I don't think Debbie really understands the dangers and what the Ninja is actually dealing with, but when she does - this girl better get a redemption arc. There's only so much that can be done with cartoons, but I SWEAR - like, these four (or five if Julian's included) had better be friends in season three or I will riot.

Anyone else would somehow end up spilling the Ninja's identity; except maybe Heidi Weinerman, but that's a big what-if because I do not have a full read on her character but also fuck canon, amirite? /lh

Okay, this is less 'they'll know in season three' and more 'wouldn't it be neat if someone already knew or was just suspicious' type thoughts because THERE'S POTENTIAL in the teachers kind of or fully knowing who the Ninja is- like, especially if it had been Slimovitz because, woo-wee, you can't tell me you can't see the vision. Kind of like in those fics where Lancer from Danny Phantom discovered who Phantom really was, because there's nothing that wouldn't convince me otherwise- if Slimovitz knew, if ANY of the teachers, they will protect any of the Ninjas. Yes, that includes Mac Antfee.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[cheapsweets]

The Maternal Ghraggal

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge, from @maniculum

Pencil sketch, then lines in Sailor fude nib fountain pen, using Diamine Sepia ink.

Thought process under the cut…

"The Ghraggal is named for its swiftness [redacted]. It is a beast distinguished by its varied markings, its courage and its extraordinary speed. Hircania is their main home."

So, this is basically all the physical description we get about this creature. It's fast, so I figured I'd give it quite long limbs. We know it's a beast, but not a lot else. If in doubt, by default beast is something somewhat dog or wolf-like, so we have a vaguelly canine-looking creature with long legs and a variety of markings, ranging from almost like stripes on the legs, to finer spots on its underside and larger, more irregular shapes on its back and sides. Hopefully it all gels together as something coherent; I took a lot of influence from the patterns on girafffes, particularly the Rothschild's, Masai and Southern sub-species.

As an aside, Hyrcania seems to be part of modern day Turkmenistan and Iran, which doesn't actually help. However, Hyrcania roughly translates as 'wolf land', which would be a reall cool reason for me to lean 'slightly canine' except I found out about it after I'd done the drawing... ;)

"The female Ghraggal, when she finds her lair empty by the theft of a child, follows the tracks of the thief at once. When the thief sees that, even though he rides a swift horse, he is outrun by her speed, and that there is no means of escape at hand, he devises the following deception. When he sees the female Ghraggal drawing close, he throws down a glass sphere. The female Ghraggal is deceived by her own image in the glass and thinks it is her stolen child. She abandons the chase, eager to gather up her young. Delayed by the illusion, she tries once again with all her might to overtake the rider and, urged on by her anger, quickly threatens the fleeing man. Again he holds up her pursuit by throwing down a sphere. The memory of the trick does not banish the mother's devotion. She turns over the empty likeness and settles down as if she were about to suckle her child. And thus, trapped by the intensity of her sense of duty, she loses both her revenge and her child."

What. A. Jerk. Amirite?

Again, very fast creature, faster than a swift horse. Also, if we're being charitable, not the smartest creature either...

We also know that this is a creature that is valuable enough for someone to raise one from a baby, that hunters have developed increasingly expensive and elaborate methods to achieve this theft!

This did take me down a bit of a rabbit hole of 'crystal ball photography', which I tried to recreate as best possible. :)

[reploidbuddy]

Hi! Your fics have really opened my eyes to the potential drama of sailing/pirate fics when fantastical abilities are mixed realistic scenarios, like how scary a storm is, or how ships needed to careen. If I may ask, where did you learn the historical terminology and process of ye olde sailing? I would love to educate myself, but all the books I’ve tried to look up at my local library are out of print and circulation.

Glad you liked it and saw the potential too! B)

Funnily enough, I learned almost everything from the internet, except for the "pirate talk" stuff like expressions, I took a lot of these from AC Black Flag (like "what's biting you"), one or two from Pirates of the Carribean, and had noted all the expressions i didn't know from Treasure Planet, especially captain Amelia (thank you subtitles, this lady talks FAST) and then researched what each meant. I then completed with some internet pages, kinda cross-referencing and only using the expressions that had the same meaning from one page to the other

When it came to things like vocabulary and general pirate life, I found some really interesting youtube videos, some sites describing ships tasks, images with the names of every part of a ship. Again, I always compared the info I could find to make sure what I had wasn't an outlier. (I even abandoned a piece of info ince bc I couldn't re-find the place I had seen it and couldn't find a second source so I decided to just not use that info. Can't remember what it was though)

It took a long while though, I was writing chapter 15 and still looking up stuff, even had to go back at some point and change up the word "helm" because I had confused it with the quarterdeck and had been using the wrong word since like the beginning, very oops B) something similar happened with mast ladder vs jacob's ladder, I hadn't properly verified what a jacob's ladder was and used it wrong when i meant mast ladder.

I know that when it came to food, tasks, and what to do in a storm (where i learned that rule #1 of sailing with storms is Do Not Get In The Storm And Avoid It At All Costs so imagine my dramatic gasp when i listened to Epic the Musical when Ody decided to just Go™ head first in the storm MFNSKFJ) I found some really good documentary-styled youtube videos, there was a channel that loved to talk about the golden age of piracy and talk of the "mundane" stuff like food, ship functions, tasks, ship vocabulary (i think I made myself a drawing with arrows pointing at things and lists to have a reference later because I knew I wouldn't remember it until I saw the info consistently for at least a month KFNDJ) and it's been very informative!

And funnily some info (not a lot tho, mostly knowing the existence of bed holes in the hull, just sight stuff) was from a brief visit i did of an old boat during a trip years back. If an old historical ship has a thing on it, it's probably safe to assume more than one did amirite kcbdj or at least that the design is possible!

So the best I can really tell you especially if you don't have access to books (or museums like me, didn't have access to those rip and back then i lived somewhere i didnt have access to the library either) is to look into the internet and look at several sources if needed and really gauge out the info and make sure your source isn't an outlier. It can make the process longer (researched for months tbh and never truly stopped, if I wasn't sure, I was searching again or looking back at the refs I had saved) and it's a lot of "cross-reference" and all, but it's pretty fun!

I wish you success in your research and lots of fun!!

[woodsfae]

Having co-workers I have regular (daily) meetings with is so interesting, because I have never felt like I have so little in common with a group of people before in my liiiiife. Even in the depths of my PTSD brain 10+ years ago I always felt like I had things in common with my various co-workers, just like I was speaking a different language, underwater, through plexi-glass and having trouble breaching all the barriers.

Not these people, though. We have one thing in common: we care enough about USA politics to take a job 100% focused on USA politics. We have a small team meeting daily but for the days we have a big team meeting once a week, or a national meeting biweekly. There's always a check-in question, and I always have an unpopular answer, it's genuinely hilarious.

When the large, national team meeting divided into birthday months for a breakout room and all the December babies derailed the actual check-in question (trying to find birthday twins, we didn't have any) and ended up talking about how they loved Christmas the most. When they asked me specifically if I liked Christmas best (I wasn't going to rain on their parade unless they asked) and I was like "I am not a holiday person and I've tried to get into Christmas, but I don't really like it, so I prefer to have game nights or get out and cross country ski in the winter than prepare for Christmas," they did not like that. I was told multiple times to "just give it a try," lmao. However, my irl experience is that December babies often hate Christmas, because their birthdays were so often subsumed into the holiday, so they were weird to me on an extra level for that, too. Also two people started talking about skiing injuries, which was kinda funny. "Oh, you like to cross country ski? Well once I tore my meniscus downhill skiing, checkmate." Like what, all I can do is laugh.

When the check-in question was "Do you have any fun plans for the long weekend?" and other people had a plethora of answers from going out with friends to video games to sleeping in. And I was like "My partner and I are going to explore a mountain biking trail complex we've never been to before!" and literally no one else had ever mountain biked even once, lol.

I took a day off to create a long weekend to go see my bestie who moved across the state recently and my smaller team asked what we did when I got back and I was like "hot springs and camping!" and they were like "camp...camping...outside. camping. hm. and sitting in water that the ground heated. wow you live a crazy life up there in Montana," and that's one of the most basic weekends I can imagine. We were car camping too, it's not even like we did some crazy backpacking.

And today in the medium-sized regional meeting, when the check-in question was "Would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf," and not only did everyone but one other person say vampire, but after I said werewolf and explained why - upon explicit request (eat a normal diet, have a regular schedule to plan around, be able to be outside regardless of lore, possibly have extra strength and durability to hike faster/farther, not have to eat people) - the next several people to respond (all vampire) specifically bashed werewolves in their responses (how like a vamp amirite).

I'm not upset or even offended, it's just a bit weird to feel like a completely unique and slightly alienated type of person compared to my co-workers.

[anotherkindofmindpod]

(deep breath in) Thank you so much for this episode. Really outstanding. Also you are going to get me fired because I did this instead of working. :)

So, the dive into the question of Jim’s corporal punishment and how it is framed has really gotten to me. Apologies for the rant.

I think ML acknowledging the corporal punishment in the way he does is actually quite revealing—a little bit about him, but this is also a generational thing.

He knows it’s a topic other writers have brought up and he (however reluctantly) accepts that it has played enough of a part in the Beatles book world that he must at least touch on it. But he chooses to do so in as glancing a way as possible and with a nod to Mike’s comic narrative voice. Yes, there was physical punishment in this house, but it’s the 1940s/50s and that’s the way it was and we (including the kids involved) can all look back on it with rueful humor.

And look, I get it. Mike’s comic candor in the 1960s places his and Paul’s experiences squarely in a long tradition of what I think of as “bragging rights” stories of childhood crime and punishment. My experience of my own older relatives aligns with how Mike narrates what to us are pretty awful events. The stories people in my parents’ and grandparents’ generation would tell—and tell laughing—about what outrageous things they did as kids to get themselves into trouble and how awful the punishments could be, were many and varied. The more ridiculous the hijinks, the worse the punishment, the better the bragging rights.

I’m guessing like most people of their class and generation, Paul and Mike grew up with a kind of affectionate “it sucks when the grownups start hitting, but meh, that’s life, amirite?” attitude they would have picked up from members of their own family and from their peers. 95% of all stories dealing with corporal punishment written or told before 1960 reflect that attitude. Mike narrates their childhood stories in exactly that vein. Paul does too in a limited way: but only about his teachers (who are outside the family circle of loyalty that you rightly point out).

All of which is to say—and you make this point in the episode but I want to emphasize it here as well—that it is doubtful that any concept of abuse or of equating anything that went on in their home with abusive behavior ever entered their heads at the time—which to me is why Mike can talk about it in the way he does and why Paul doesn’t mind him telling those stories. I think it’s less (at least in the 60s/70s) about either Paul or Mike trying to slip information to the rest of the world than it is a genuine belief that these are amusing and typical stories.

The quote you offer about Ringo from 2015 being surprised to discover that his childhood was not as rosy as he remembered it is hugely instructive. Even after experiencing a lifetime of better conditions, it still took an outside perspective to make him reconsider how he’d framed events and circumstances. To apply this to the McCartney family, Jim’s reliance on corporal punishment was standard, so already the kids are going to frame his behavior as normal. If his actions were in any way different or more extreme than other parents, how could they judge that? This was the water everyone was swimming in at the time.

To be clear: I’m not saying that there is an “acceptable” level of corporal punishment and if we can say that Jim stuck to that level, then everything’s cool by 1950s standards and we should leave it there. But I think that’s exactly what Tune In IS saying. I think ML uses Mike’s comic tone as evidence for how not-a-big-deal this aspect of their childhood was which gives him permission to sidestep it. And if earlier Beatles writers spent time detailing Jim’s actions, then they, like Mike, are utilizing the stories for a touch of period charm, not to take a deeper or more nuanced look at Paul’s childhood. And he’s right. It isn’t like previous authors framed this as a Topic, just colorful background.

So, ML chooses to nod to the fact that previous writers have dealt with this, but since we in the 21st century don’t find stories about children being beaten nearly as “cute” as earlier generations did, he eschews going into detail, perhaps thinking that by not including these details he’s being tactful (like it is retroactively embarrassing to Mike and Paul that we know these things), or at least reflecting a more modern sensibility.

But as you point out, this is where we run into trouble. We DO know these things. Can’t un-know them. And we have the advantage of years of research on the adverse effects of corporal punishment that tell us there is no “acceptable” level of violence against children. And yes, while both Mike and Paul make light of this topic in the 60s and 70s in their different ways, we also have the fact that Paul brought it up in a more complex way in discussing his “showdown” with his dad. Whatever they felt at the time, isn’t it worth exploring how either the people in this history or how society at large view this topic NOW? Isn’t the advantage of writing a book about past events that you can explore these experiences in a larger context?

Late WWII / Boomers are a tricky generation on the question of corporal punishment. A lot of them grew up in homes where this was common, silently certain they would not use physical violence as parents themselves but also absolutely not thinking of what they experienced as potentially damaging. And they would be offended on their parents’ behalf if you framed it that way. If I were to guess, I suspect that’s where Paul and Mike live—and perhaps a lot of readers in that generation? I may be being presumptuous here—in that weird headspace where you get to the point where you have enough perspective to know a loved one’s actions were Wrong but to hang a weighty label like “abusive” on that person or on their actions feels equally, perhaps profoundly, Wrong. If nothing else, it exposes that person to a characterization you maybe don’t want them to have. And for outsiders to do so is just going to shut down the conversation.

I think ML is absolutely right in his overall takeway that in the end Paul’s view of his family settles into one of a safe and stable place. It is where he feels loved and known as “Paul MacCartney” instead of “him.” I think overall, the support system they provided (and still do) gave him more emotional resources to draw on than John had when they faced similar tragedies. And Jim is not a villain in this story. One of my favorite early Beatles stories is Jim bringing Paul lunch sometimes at the Cavern Club—it's such a sweet dad thing to do. Jim is good people. Most of the time.

But the idea that it was always that simple, or that getting to that place of security wasn’t a journey with failures and pitfalls and significant effort, is demonstrably a failure to engage with the facts as we know them. And it denies Paul (and Jim for that matter) the “reality” of growth and struggle and change.

(deep breath out)

Thanks for this, Anon! We've already said plenty in the ep, so we've nothing to add to your great commentary here. Thanks for listening! ❤️

[thebananwithaplan]

It wasn't long after that the show just wrapped up the last round for the day. Seeing the audience attendance dwindle due to their fears meant they couldn't do as many recordings as they normally would in a day, which was not what Banana was used to (for the rest of the staff, it was both a relief and a concern.)

The good thing about being in the Hollywood industry and already feeling like eyes are constantly on him and his actions for long enough is knowing how to act the way the audience want him to. Can't show fear, can't show regret , can't show that the stress of recent thoughts and events was getting to him, either. Showbiz, amirite? Stupid Fake Noise making his audience be wary of gameshows with toon-heavy gimmicks, juice blenders, and the feeling of constantly being watched...

"Well. It's better than no-shows for no shows. I better go find Dandie and the boys to head back home, then-"

The sound of the gameshow stage's main doors abruptly opening took him out of his thoughts.

What's that big red blur heading his way? Apple-?

@scriptdeviant asked:

Pepperman BURSTS through the studio, in typical Pepperman fashion, skidding to a stop before the Dancing Banana. Is. Is he even aware of the happenings right now? Before there's even time to question him, the pepper gave a dramatic bow - With glittering teeth included. My GOD. He isn't aware, is he? Once opened, the letter of recommendation would read: "Don't change your expression or react strongly when you read this. Don't say anything about this message, and don't tell anyone where you're going. Any of the camera feeds I have set up are now his. I've thought this through, and you're the only one that can reach me without being spotted. See me as soon as possible. Attached are the coordinates. Oh! And offer the pepper a job painting something, I guess. -PH." ❝ I keep my portfolio on me at all times, if it helps. ❞ He continued to grin. Just as instructed, he hadn't peeked. Blissfully unaware of the letter's actual contents...

...Oh. Nope. Just another pompous pepper.

DB couldn't even get a word in before being given the envelope. A 'letter of recommendation'? He was surprised anybody was still willing to ask for work with the way things are at.

"Well, well, well. Let's see what we have, here." Eh, what the heck, he'll see what it had to say. Would be rude to send him off without at least giving it a quick read...

..............

.............. And boy, was he right on the mark with his earlier instinct on this one.

Remember when we said at the top of this post that the Dancing Banana was really good at acting? Well, here comes another example of that.

"...Hmm. We could use some much needed Artistic Integrity." Wasting no time to place that letter in his Hammerspace Inventory, DB gave Pepperman the good ol' 'CEO-Approved Handshake'.

"Tell you what - we are kinda closing up shop for the day, but I can assure ya that the next time I need a paint job done, you'll be the first I'll go to ask. I can also assure ya that any of your work done for Shovelware Studios property will be credited in full and paid accordingly. How's that sound?"

At least he finally has somewhere to work with.

The question now is WHEN to do so.

[bengiyo]

Let's Eat Together, Aki and Haru Stray Thoughts

It's a movie! We have two college roommates and they're eating food together. That's all I know.

Starting in spring! A good season!

Okay, the Haru actor was in Mr. Unlucky.

These boys look close.

We're barely 4 minutes in and we already had a two year time jump to summer??

Oh they're having regular cohabitation issues like clutter.

I like that Aki's cooking feels appropriate for college boys.

Oh, ho! I see they got the matching mugs!

Aki's actor, Akazawa Ryotaro, has a similar quality when he smiles as Khaotung.

Beach outing!

Wait, let me look up something. Oh snap it is Sakurai Yuki of Tokyo in April is...!!!

I love gyoza, and it's been a long time since I wrapped them with someone else.

Aki has seemingly made some sort of float. It is green.

I respect the decision to not let their hair interfere with dessert.

Welcome back, baby is a messy eater!

I had dealing with the remaining oil, so I don't fry much at home.

Omg he made so many sauces for this chicken.

This is tender, but reheated fried chicken is never great.

Uncertain about that complicated look on Aki's face when Haru said he was glad he took his pictures.

Oh it's fall now.

I hope Aki doesn't fail out!!

Ice cream on sweet potato. I understand it in theory, but I don't like sweet potato that much.

Ah, Aki has been struggling because he doesn't know what he wants to do professionally.

Boys are so funny when they're affectionate.

Okay, this sandwich looks good.

Oh my god I love plum wine.

I've never considered eating cheesy gyoza, especially not with kimchi.

The sister definitely clocked this dynamic and she is happy for them. You love to see it.

England? Don't go there.

Moaning his way through his assignments is exactly what I expected of Aki.

Man, the Japanese are big on mayo.

In the words of Anya Gununderson's mother: "You put enough meat in a man's mouth, he's happy, amirite?"

Look at Haru experiencing the joy of seeing someone you care enough enjoying your food.

Oh no. It's getting sad.

Ah, of course they figured it out. Haeu wants to stay.

Oh, it's winter now.

Okay, I do love this friendship, but they need to kiss.

Final Verdict: 9, Very Adorable But Not Gay Enough For Me. I really enjoyed this. It was light and refreshing. However, it seems to be riding a line where everyone knows what's happening here but it feels unacknowledged by the people who are having it. This was very much in the food drama lane, and so it hits all of those marks without problems. Still, I need them to say the words or do the thing.

[jamalgripperton46290]

Getting Freaky On a Friday Night (Pico x Boyfriend)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N

•••

It was just another Wednesday afternoon, and Boyfriend was casually scrolling through Tiktok, nothin' special. That is, until he stumbled upon a brand-new tattoo parlor just a few blocks away from where he lived. "Sweet" he thought to himself, after all, he had been wanting a tattoo for a few years now, but he just didn't know where...

So he had the brilliant thought of asking the group chat on suggestions regarding the topic. Here's how it went:

Boyfriend: Hey guys im thinkin of gettin a tattoo in that new tattoo parlor but idk where suggestions?

Carol: Dude what happens if you accidentally put tinfoil in the microwave

Kapi: Get it on ur dick and then you can finally pull some bitches man 💀

Whitty: Carol please tell me u didnt put fucking tinfoil in the goddamn microwave

Garcello's Spirit: R u sure gettin a tattoo is a good idea little man?

Sussus Moogus: Im with kapi on dis one get it on ur tiny ass meat stick lol

Carol: Dude i see a flame in the microwave o shit

Whitty: CAROL WTF

Carol: Dude this is actually pretty sick i can summon daddy dearest or smn now 🍸🔥🔥😈😈😝😝

Kapi: Yeah i dare bf to get it on his tiny dingle dongle

Boyfriend: Fuck you kapi and dw youll be the first to see the tattoo on my double decker deek 💖🥰

And so, a text and throwing on the first t-shirt and grey sweatpants he could find, was all he had to do to set his journey on the quest of getting his 8-inch dick tattooed.

He settled on getting a dragon design to go all around his "MAGNUM DONG" when in reality, it was just a little above average sized, so nothing too special.

As he made his way to this new tattoo parlor, he couldn't help but feel a little scared, because obviously, having a fear of needles was brutal enough, but having a needle inject ink into your dick for who knows how long, was even worse. But Boyfriend was known for being bold and "cool" so he wasn't gonna let fear get the best of him, and he wasn't gonna chicken out on a dare just because he was being a reckless pussy amirite?

He mustered up the courage of opening the door of that darn tattoo parlor and found himself greeting the nice lady at the front desk and initiating in some small talk before sitting down at the waiting area down the small hall.

"Can a "Boyfriend" go to room 3 please?" a random lady scoffed.

This was it, there was no turning back (he kinda wanted to) but Boyfriend and his overly high ego said otherwise.

He slowly opened the door to see a ginger crouching down to pick up something that seemed like a pack of antiseptic wipes. Boyfriend couldn't help but stare at that juicy ass of his just waiting to be fucked (at least that's what he thought)

"Nice ass" Boyfriend blurted out, as he took a seat on the medical chair thingy (We don't know what it's called okay?)

"I beg your pardon?" Pico turned around to see a rather handsome looking shortie sitting at the medical chair thingy (Still don't know what it's called)

"It's got a juicy look to it, but voluptuous is really the word I'm looking for" Boyfriend then proceeded to shoot Pico an innocent wink which made Pico want to take his gun and shoot himself right in the face.

"Umm... I d-dont think I follow" Pico stuttered, as he tried to hide the bright shade of red forming upon his cheeks (the ones on his face, we're not getting to that part just yet)

"You're cute, what's your name?" Boyfriend asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Erm... It's Pico" Pico blurted out, not quite sure why the "Patient" was talking, well, more like flirting with him in the first place.

"E-either way, we gotta get to business" Pico stammered, as he took a seat on his chair, ready to type in this weird and excruciatingly handsome fellow's details on the computer.

"What type of business sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, especially proud of that one, he pulled like it was nothing #cool.

"Are you kidding me right now? I need your details you douche" Pico declared, getting a little impatient with this weird dude that was hot as fuck and also within cock-sucking range mind you.

"Oh... right" Boyfriend said, taking this a little more seriously (Like he was supposed to in the first place)

"I need your name and age" Pico groaned (Not in that way yet, just be patient little chickadees, it's almost here), as he just wanted this to end as soon as possible.

"Oh yeah, my name's Dick and I'm 19, single and ready to mingle honey" Boyfriend obviously joked, as he let out a chuckle.

"Ha, Dick, surely that explains a lot" Pico rolled his eyes and fixated them on the computer.

"Just pulling on your balls bae, my name's Boyfriend" The shorter of the two said.

"Dude, that's like somehow worse, it can't get any worse than this" Pico let out a laugh at the thought that this hottie had so much potential, and yet, his name was simply "Boyfriend", how pathetic.

"Okay, where do you want the tattoo huh?" Pico asked rather eagerly.

"Um, this is gonna sound a bit weird alright? But it's a dare, so like, I'm obviously doing it..." 

"I'm gonna tattoo my super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, my chode, cock, dick, meat stick-" Boyfriend was cut off mid-sentence.

"Stop, just stop. WHAT THE FUCK?!" Pico panicked at the thought of having to hold his dick while measuring, tattooing it, and all that jazz, he needed someone to pinch him right then and there, or else he really would bring out that gun and shoot himself.

"I would say you're rather excited though, aren't you sugar?" Boyfriend smirked, while also being super proud of that one, he was practically on flirting fire #doublecool

"You wish, you fucking dick" Pico mumbled, knowing damn well that Boyfriend was in fact correct, and he was just waiting for Boyfriend to stick his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" up his scrawny little hole (His words not mine)

"I don't even think that's even legal dude, lemme ask my manager" Pico scoffed rather disgusted.

And so Pico did the awkward task of asking his manager if it was in fact legal to tattoo someone's dick. And much to his demise, it was, but they would have to dispose of the tools that came in contact with his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" for obvious hygiene reasons and sanitary measures.

"Somehow in fucking hell, it fucking is legal and allowed in here" Pico growled as he spoke to Boyfriend.

"Fuck yes! It's gonna be epic dude!" Boyfriend cheered, breaking out of his flirtatious character towards Pico.

"Whatever, get on the medical bed thingy" (I don't know what the fuck it's called so y'all are just gonna have to deal with it m'kay? Thnx <3)

And so, Boyfriend eventually did, taking his baggy, blue jeans and boxers off for Pico to "Inspect" the soon-to-be tattooed area.

"If you don't mind me saying, I expected it to be bigger than this" Pico giggled as he shot Boyfriend a somewhat of an intimidating look that screamed 'Dude wtf like ew'.

"Like yours is any bigger hon" Boyfriend scoffed, rolling his eyes at Pico

Pico eventually measured it and broke into a fit of laughter.

"Eight inches? Really? I know mine's at least ten dude" Pico teased.

"Please, don't lie to yourself sugar, but if you want..." Boyfriend eventually came to a halt and trailed off.

"If I want, what?" Pico wondered.

"I could measure yours just to be sure it is in fact "Ten inches" like you said it was" Boyfriend smirked as he said so, but of course, no homo though...

Fuck it man, yes homo, Boyfriend was already getting hard at the feeling of Pico's cold fingertips touching his "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" and he wanted nothing more than to fuck this ginger's voluptuous and juicy ass.

"F-fuck... y-yes please" Pico moaned at just the sight of his rather average "Super awesome man pole, magnum dong, I mean, chode, cock, dick, meat stick" but it was quite thick in size, and that was enough to make Pico's friend downstairs want to rise from the dead (iykyk)

The two passionately smashed their lips together and felt nothing but a strong wave of lust wash over them. A part of Pico was saying that sex at a fucking tattoo parlor wasn't exactly the best idea. But fuck it, buttfuck it, because Pico was just desperate, he longed for the touch of Boyfriend and wanted nothing other than him.

A simple kiss soon turned into a heated makeout sesh - suckin face if you may. Tongue and everything it was filled with passion, lust, affection and pure love. Kissing in a tattoo parlor with some hot hunka meat you just met, super cliche right? But cha live in the moment ma dudes. 

A few minutes later, Pico grabbed Boyfriend's man pole as Boyfriend squirmed in the medical chair thingy and met with Boyfriend's black world-consuming orbs earning a small whimper from Boyfriend. Slowly, he started licking Boyfriend's tip which was already leaking out in pre-cum while Boyfriend was squirming under Pico's strong, cold grip. He trailed his tongue down Boyfriend's length as Boyfriend let out small moans and groans of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Pico took him all in with a yelp from Boyfriend. Bobbing his head up and down and dragging his tongue around his width, licking, sucking and kissing all over Boyfriend's chode. Boyfriend was rolling his hips unable to contain the immense pleasure bubbling up inside him like a simmering stew on high heat.

Pico couldn't help but smirk at how out of control he made Boyfriend feel. Serves him right for earlier. "Where's the 'Mr. tough guy' at?" Pico asked slyly. "You miss him?" Boyfriend managed to blurt out. "Not necessarily " Pico mumbled.

"I'm gonna I-" Boyfriend moaned out. "I know babe let it out " Pico murmured. "Fuuuucccckkkkkk-" Boyfriend spoke barely over a whisper, warm liquid filled Pico's mouth and he obvs swallowed it all.

"Wanna 69?" Boyfriend asked coyly.  "Uh yeah... s-sure " Pico stuttered getting nervous in the presence of Boyfriend's flirtatious side again. As soon as Pico replied, he smacked his juicy, voluptuous, curvaceous, busty, opulent, well-proportioned, luscious ass. Pico moaned at the action and not noticing Boyfriend had moved.

Without warning, he went all in taking him whole. Pico might have had small dick energy, but he was the exact opposite when it came to times like these. Hot, wet and loud were the words to describe the tattoo parlor room, both of their moans bouncing of the room's walls as they sucked each other off. Pico suddenly stopped which made Boyfriend supa confused, so confused, he didn't even notice Pico behind him until he felt all of his dingle in his ass.

"F-fuck Pico-" Boyfriend blurted, as Pico slowly rolled his hips. "What babe c'mon use your words" Pico groaned seductively in Boyfriend's ear as he picked up the speed. "F-fuck you feel s-so good" Boyfriend splattered "I know babe" Pico admitted. His thrusts getting harder and faster, their skin clapping together getting louder and more pleasingly painful.

"I can't take it anymore P-pico" Boyfriend said as he gasped for air. "Yes you can baby, I know you can" Pico replied reassuringly. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK PICO" Boyfriend screamed as he was screaming without the s (iykyk). Pico finished after him with a loud, deep groan. "It's my turn now Pico, get on all fours before I make you" Boyfriend whispered in his ear slightly nibbling on his ear lobe. 

Pico fought against letting out a moan and slowly went on all fours. "If you ain't gonna do it yourself  *smack* I'm gon do it myself". He flipped Pico over and went all in. Plunging in and out of Pico's asshole, Boyfriend was goin at full speed and wasn't holding back at all. And holy shit, Pico would be lying if he said Boyfriemd was mediocre. Pico's soft moans and Boyfriend's deep groans filled the room and were the only thing to be heard within a mile's radius.

Apart from their skin clapping and the squeaking of the medical bed thing. "You like it baby?  Does my Magnum Dong feel good penetrating your ass?" Boyfriend whispered seductively. He only got a moan in response "I need words Pico" Boyfriend whispered. "Yes fucking, hell yes!" Pico moaned out. "Good" Boyfriend muttered under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck, fuuuuuccccckkkkkk" Boyfriend groaned as he released his load.

"Sit down Pico "Boyfriend spoke. The second Pico sat down, Boyfriend got on his knees and got to work. Sucking every part and gagging anything and everything Boyfriend could do he did until they were both out of breath.

Soon later, Pico did Boyfriend's tattoo and got it 4 free! 

He should really thank Kapi sometime.

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A/N

Word count: 2203 words

Haiiiii partay peoples! Omfgggg this chapter was super fun to write and we both died multiple times throughout the whole process of writing and editing this chapter. Btw Beezy wrote the first half (Up until da smashing their lips togetha part lmao) and ofc Jamal wrote the bottom half (The makeout sesh all the way to the end) and they tried their best, so why not follow em? Hope you guys liked reading this as much as we loved writin it <3 Stay tuned ma dudes the chapters get even better y'all.

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton

[rillils]

AZI BEING AZI IS REASON ENOUGH FOR CROWLEY TO KISS HIM AND THAT OVERPOWERS EVERY OTHER REASON FOR HIM NOT TO KISS HIM

THEN POST METATRON CROWLEY HAVING A BREAKDOWN AT THE COFFEE SHOP BLAMING HIMSELF BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY REASONS NOT TO AND HE SHOULDNT HAVE DONE THAT

i am dead i have died rils

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THANK YOU AND CONGRATS ON KILLING ME TOO ON THIS FINE DAY, HON 😭😭😭 god this is breaking me

I can NOT and will NOT imagine Crowley post-kiss, replaying that entire conversation over and over in his mind and second-guessing every word he said and how he said it and above all, the kiss itself, because it's too fucking painful 😭😭 I mean!!!!!!!! does he regret it? in a way, he probably does 🥺 I'm sure neither of them would have wanted their first kiss to be so infused with grief and desperation, and he probs thinks Aziraphale resents him for it, for making it happen that way 😭 He took what he thought might be his only chance and kissed him, and even then he ended up losing the love of his life 😭

Do you think it makes it even worse, the fact that Crowley only got to kiss him once, but now he's gonna have to live with the memory for as long as he lives?? that now, NOW he knows what it feels like to kiss Aziraphale, and he can never erase that knowledge from his heart, even though he's sure he'll never get to do it again??? does Crowley spend every minute of every day wondering, would it have hurt less if he had just never kissed Aziraphale at all?? who the fuck knows amirite 😭😭😭😭😭

[nickelstudy]

TOPIK II Review

It's been a while since the test has come out so I figure I should take the time to write about it before my memory fades away more than it does now.

Here is my 89th TOPIK II result!

As you can see, it's not a lot, and not up to my expectation either.. bUT it's pretty decent for the first-timer. A little salty that I could have got 4급 if I earned 2 more points.

Let's start from going there. The test location was a place I'd never been to, plus I had no one to escort me there so it was a pain going alone. It took only 21 Baht (around 0.6 USD) to get there. Pretty cheap!

The test location was a campus so when I arrived I was confused about where I should settle. I wound up at a cafeteria, seeing how it would rain soon (which I was correct hah!) I had lunch and prepared for the exam. I don't think I read any stuff at that point. My knowledge was pretty much saturated and couldn't intake any more words or grammar. Ok and so I walked out in the rain to get to the building where I would have a test. It didn't rain hard so it was alright.

SO, right when I entered the exam room, a Korean exam invigilator (i don't know the common term send help) asked me what my exam number was so that she could find my seat in Korean. The problem is I FORGOT MY NUMBER DESPITE REMEMBERING IT IN ADVANCE. What was worse is I had already turned off my phone so I couldn't look it up. So I answered shits like "번호를- 잊어버렸어요" See how i didn't even use a more polite form (lmfao). Anyway, she went and picked up a list of test examinees which contained everyone's faces... (im scared) but then I realized, it was in the test paper I brought along!

They didn't let us use our own stationery. These were what they gave.

A two-sided black marker. One side for writing and the other for filling a circle

That's it... wait... how am I gonna change my ans-

WELL You could ask for a correction tape that got shared around the room. Fun fact, I barely have experience using it so I was nervous about whether I would fuck it up or not.

Ok, enough nonsense. Let's talk about the test

Listening（듣기）

It was hard. I struggled a lot trying to understand the choices in one glance while listening to the conversation. There wasn't much to be said. I was so done at the 3rd or 4th question. I think if one space out for just 2 seconds, it's going to be hard to catch up, especially with an amateur like me.

Writing (쓰기)

The first two weren't that easy. It took a while to understand what they were about and I managed to fill in the answers.

Number 52 was talking about 갈증. I didn't know what it meant and I don't think they expected us to know either. (gotta figure it out by context amirite)

Quote from a conversation I had with my friend

"There was a part where it's about the sugar component in the juice would make the water inside your body go out or sth idk Because they mention 물이 빠져나가면 so I assume it's that But the problem is idk what to write exactly It's like sth sth 성분은 몸 안의 물이 (...). 빠져나가게 할 것이다?? 될 것이다??? I DON'T KNOW WHY WAS IT 물이 and not 물을 ??? or maybe I was stupid and I don't include the important part so you can't help me now Could it be 부족하게 instead? Idk"

For the 53th problem, I know how to space when writing in a Wongoji paper. BUT I forgot to NOT space after a period (it's a habit from Japanese). After 2 sentences I realized it and tried not to do it again but then I DID IT AGAIN. The content I wrote is decent, I belive. but the spacing...

The last one is about discovering talent, why is it good? How does one do it? I didn't have time to write it ofc. It was like 2 minutes left.

Reading (읽기)

I took too long at the start. Yes, it got progressively harder as I did. I was at the 33rd out of 50 when the time ran out. Nothing out of my expectations to be honest. So yes, I blind-guessed the rest and somehow got more than halves

Other stuff

So when they let us break after the writing section. I tried to go down stairs and get some air. The test was rough haha. They didn't let us go to the 1st floor! They even thought I was going to use a toilet lmfao.

Anyway, it was raining after everything ended. I walked a bit to get to the bus stop and headed back without buying any of the stuff there. End of the story.

Thank you for reading! It was super fun trying out the exam. I'm not going to take a test in the near future for sure because the price is costly. It's not my end goal either! I just want to understand what Korean artists write in their work.

After this (which is right now) I'm focusing more on JLPT N1. I'll write about my method and some updates soon.