#These two can have to most random conversation ever... and they'd talk for HOURS!!

[ruthplaysthesims]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Your sim is having a heated discussion with someone about whether Cereal is a soup or not, what side are they on? 👀 ( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

Carlos: Ty, for the seventeenth time... CEREAL IS NOT SOUP.

Tyson: It could be... if you let the cereal sit in there for a few minutes... at least that's what I heard.

Carlos: You... you let the cereal get soggy?!?! (gags)

Tyson: No! I had a roommate that did it, though. Grossest thing I ever saw.

Carlos: What are you gonna tell me next, milk before cereal?

Tyson looks at him before smiling.

Carlos: I cannot believe you...

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

Gaz x Reader x Soap

It's not every day Gaz gets to drive fast cars. It's also not every day he gets to race hot strangers on the road either.

Tags: SFW, Some swearing, Fluff, Flirting, Banter, Racing, Three-Way flirting, Random, Innocent, Some Car Lingo, Soap and Gaz sharing a single brain cell, Eventual smut in part two, scarcely proofread

This is just a two-parter one-shot I randomly typed. I like Soap, I like Gaz, and I like speeding. Please enjoy~

WC: 3.5k~

Masterlist

Have you ever gone over 100 miles per hour in a car? And not just any car, but a fast car. One that turns heads when you drive by on the street. The type of car you can hear a few blocks down from inside your living room; a car you know can dust anyone on the road in a race, cops be damned.

Kyle's always dreamed of having a car like that one day, one to bring home and brag to his friends about. Of course, they always thought he let himself get carried away too often by his idle, adrenaline-fueled fancies.

They'd only ever tease, "What'd'ya even need somethin' that fast for?"

"You're just wasting your money."

"It's not like you'll actually get to drive it like you want."

"Why not just get something reliable?"

Gaz has heard every excuse, comment, and suggestion in the book when it comes to cars and his spending habits; none have been quite as effective in persuading him.

Most of his friends could barely drive an automatic, let alone a car with a V8 in it, so it made sense to him why they'd be OK with just some piece of shit daily commuter. Not Kyle though. No, if he could chase the thrill of the adrenaline at work as well as at home then he would, gladly.

He's wanted a fast car ever since he was a kid, growing up on all those old American racing movies his dad would leave on the telly most weekends. Having grown up in the more docile parts of London, however, back then, the only form of 'transportation" he had included his feet, the bus, and maybe his parent's car (if they weren't in a mood).

It always felt like a pipe dream to have a nice car, though the older he gets the more he sees its attainability.

For the past month now, Kyle's had his eye on one car in particular: the classic American muscle -- a Dodge Challenger.

He's heard from the other soldiers (especially the American ones), that that car was as cliché as they came. It's practically one of the first ones everyone mentions when bringing up fast cars, and it's somehow always the first car many young and naïve PFCs get on a 40% interest rate, after getting smooth-talked by the local car dealer.

You get into certain sectors of America and EVERY guy within a 10-mile radius has one. Dodge Challengers were indeed as cliché as they came. But Goddamn, did Gaz want one for himself! Why should he care if everyone already has one? He doesn't yet, and now he feels he can finally join the club.

And the one nice thing about clichés is that it makes them pretty easy to come by. After a few checks, Gaz had finally picked one out that suited his fancies.

A newer model, 2018 around, with pearl white paint and two black stripes running straight down the middle, complete with tinted windows and matching black rims. For weeks he's seen it parked at this dealership, just begging to get bought. And after a few hard-earned paychecks, he could finally put an end to his window shopping and test the real thing.

"You're goin' with the worst option, mate," Soap had felt a need to finally chime in, not back at the barracks, but in the dealership lobby no doubt. The Scot hadn't been as big of a motorhead as Kyle, but he knew enough about cars to carry a conversation. He also needed very little convincing to tag along, as was usually the case. "Why not somethin' fancy like... I dunno, a Lexus or an Audi?"

Gaz gags at even the thought of choosing one of those over this. "No way," he blows raspberries. "All those got nothin' on the Challenger."

"Except speed," Soap adds. "And better gas mileage. Oh, and four doors instead of two-"

"Don't you ride a bike, mate?" Gaz cuts in.

"Ay, this is about you right now," Soap says. "Plus, we already know my bike would smoke you in a race."

"Oh piss off," Gaz gives his comrade a playful shove to his broad shoulder, the two men giggling amongst each other like a pair of school girls. "Ah but man, you wouldn't get it," Gaz shrugs. "You like your jeeps and your motorcycles, but I'll take my cars. Plus I bet you wouldn't even know what to do in a car like this."

"Aye, you're not wrong," Soap sighs. He then crosses his arms and takes another look at the car, seeing all its slick features and designs, the shine to its exhaust, and the way the hood of the car opened up so the engine could peak out. Top speed or not, they definitely liked to doll these things up like peacocks. "I'd probably just crash it if I got behind the wheel."

"At least you can admit it," Kyle chuckles.

Just then, after what had felt like an eternity of waiting, the car salesman rounds the corner of the lobby, already readjusting his suit and pulling out car keys and a clipboard, as he made his way over to the pair with a shark-like smile.

"Sorry for the wait, boys." He stops a few feet short of them, his beady eyes glued to his clipboard before he's let them carry back over to the car. "Now I can only give you up to an hour in it. If you stay local, you can drive it how you want. Just get back here safe and let me know what you're thinking, yeah?"

The salesman dropped the keys in Kyle's palm, and the smile that grew on his face shortly after had been akin to that of a child waking up to a Christmas tree full of presents. In a matter of seconds, he'd finally get to drive his dream car.

"We won't be too long, sir."

It takes a moment for Gaz to take everything in once he's closed the car door behind him -- that new car smell, the coolness of the leather seats, the shine to the dashboard, and the slick feel of the steering wheel against his rough hands.

Had Soap not started laughing at that goofy smile Kyle had on, that hasn't left him since taking the keys, he may have just sat there for the next fifteen minutes just taking in the atmosphere.

Soap takes another generous look at the car's interior, checking the mirrors, the back seats and then the glove box. Admittedly it wasn't every day he found himself in cars as nice as this either (which had no doubt been a reason for his tagging along). Even he can't stop himself from smiling back at the Sergeant.

"You ready?" He asks.

Gaz gives him a sly look. "Hell yeah, I'm ready."

With no further delays, the man brought his finger to the car's start button. It clicks, and they've both now felt the vehicle start to rumble, the roaring sounds of the V8 engine finally firing up.

That low growl purs in his ears like honey. It sounds just like it does in the movies.

Gaz settles his hands against the wheel, just enjoying the feel of it a little longer. After listening to Soap fiddle with the settings (particularly the Bluetooth), Kyle looks over at the Sergeant, a big grin on his face.

"So where to?"

Trees and buildings fly by their windows like someone was fast-forwarding through a slideshow; the music blares on the speakers, but it could barely be heard over the roar of the engine and the chaotic laughter of the two men inside.

It's hard not feeling on top of the world when you're car looks this good on the street.

Both men were completely geeked in their seats by the time they came across their second empty road and the force of the car has all but pushed them back into their seats, darting them down the street like a bat out of hell. The whole time Gaz watches the speedometer climb to new heights he's never seen before, his heart pumping all the blood through his body, making his skin tingle and his eyes wide.

There was just something unexplainable about going fast in a car like this, like you have all this power in your hands, everything in your own control for however long you're behind the wheel. At times, that alone felt better than any rush drugs, alcohol, or even sex could give.

After what felt like thirty minutes of just straight speeding and zipping through the backstreets, eventually Gaz came across a red light that will have them merging back onto the freeway. A good spot to bring his heartrate back down and live in the moment again.

"So," Gaz looks over at Soap, whose eyes have been excitedly bouncing about since he's designated himself as the 'passenger princess' of the vehicle today. "You convinced yet?"

"Maybe," Soap shrugs, purposefully acting nonchalant about it. "It sure is loud."

"That's the best part!"

To further prove his point, Gaz starts to rev the engine, making both men get giddy again just listening to it.

That's when a second car pulls next to the men suddenly, another Dodge Challenger, only this one was pitch black, with tinted windows so dark it barely looked legal. The only reason Gaz and Soap even see them is because they've started to rev their engine next to him.

Gaz looks over, in disbelief at first. Kyle revs his engine another time, as to see if this was true. And then, to his amusement, the black Challenger does the same back.

Now a large smile has formed on his face. He revs his engine again. They rev their engine again.

"You think they wanna race?" Soap asks.

He can only hope.

Gaz looks ahead of himself, watching the red light intensely, continuing to rev his car alongside this new friend he's made on the road.

The light turns green, and Gaz's hands tighten on the steering wheel.

"Only one way to find out."

Gaz brings his boot down on the peddle, feeling the thing damn near hit the floor and the engine scream at him. In the blink of an eye, both cars were zooming down the freeway like a scene straight out of Fast and Furious.

Gaz keeps a close eye on the black Challenger, watching them switch between lanes from his side view mirrors. The car matches his speed, driving right beside him the entire way, and picking up the speed any time he picked up the speed himself. When cars were in the way, you both found your own creative ways around them, and when the lanes cleared once more, you met back beside each other, speeding down the road like a long-lost pair of soulmates.

"This guy's good," Soap comments.

"Yeah, he is."

The black Challenger picks up the speed now, going well over 100 miles an hour at this point, and looking for a real race. One Gaz would happily give them. He takes position behind their car, following them as they tic-tacked through the remainder of the traffic in their way. Once the road cleared, the two floored it.

Their vehicles chase one another down in an elegant line, as the sun sets to the far distance, the birds and planes above passing by as tiny, incomprehensible dots.

After a straight minute of speeding, Gaz could feel the inferiority of his vehicle, watching as the black Challenger slowly sped further and further off, despite the man doing all he could to keep up.

With another batch of cars coming up on the road for them both to zig-zag through, the man knew if he didn't keep up, he'd eventually lose them in the crowd.

Just seeing their headlights grow further away had already started making the Sergeant long to keep this going for just a little longer. This can't end now.

The black Challenger begins to cut through cars, weaving their way through before disappearing behind a group of trucks.

"Hang on to your seatbelt," Gaz warns.

"Aye, aye," Soap straightens himself in his seat, and proceeds to feel the entire weight of his body sink into it as the Sergeant speeds up even more.

He follows the same route as the black Challenger... or he attempts to. The gap they'd previously used quickly became unavailable when the two cars in said lane decided it'd be best to ride each other, rather than let another car pass through.

Having to think fast, Gaz uses his mirrors to look to the other lanes, finding another opening and quickly flipping his turn signal on before merging into the lane. A smart decision it seems. The minute he's entered the lane, he sees a clearing and speeds for it, re-emerging from the traffic and back onto an empty highway.

Only the mystery car was no longer anywhere in sight.

"Aw," Gaz sinks in his seat in defeat. "Did I lose him?"

"Looks like it, mate," Soap gives Gaz a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'm sure there'll be more though, no?"

"I doubt it..."

With the race retroactively "ended", Gaz feels himself begin to settle down now, attempting to process what just happened. It makes him grin. "That was fun though."

"Hold up," Soap's gaze looks to something behind Gaz, something that makes his smile brighten. "Look."

Gaz turns to look out his window, and as if his prayers had been answered, the black Challenger was driving beside him again. To share their good faith, they even rev their engine again, as to let him know, "I'm still here too."

Gaz admits, seeing the mystery car again definitely got him excited.

The black Challenger drives in front of Gaz now, using their lights to try and signal them to follow. Kyle didn't even need any convincing to do so.

He follows the stranger off the freeway before he's brought them all to a gas station parking lot. A public enough place to dip out on a quick getaway if this doesn't go as expected. Then again, Gaz wasn't so sure what he'd been expecting at all.

Once the cars were parked, both parties remained in their cars for a moment, simply waiting to see who would do something first.

"What'd'ya think they want?" Soap asks.

"Who knows," Gaz shrugs. "I might ask 'em what set up they've got though."

"Priorities-"

A tap at Gaz's window cuts that conversation short, as the Sergeant feel's his heart start to race again. The moment of truth.

He turns to look, and is taken completely aback when he realizes that the black Challenger hadn't been a man at all, but a woman, and a really attractive woman at that. A welcome surprise, to say the least.

If the man didn't know any better, he might have thought you were a celebrity, from how overdressed you looked. Your hair and makeup are all done up something nice, and the dress you had on was giving your curves just a little too much justice, the tight-fitting fabric having shaped over your little form rather nicely.

Soap has to nudge Gaz out of the trance he'd put himself in having taken the whole sight of you in, completely smitten at first sight. He rolls his window down, and you look even prettier without the tint obstructing that little twinkle in your eyes. Eyes that take no shame looking both men up and down in the vehicle.

"That was some nice driving out there," you speak first.

"Was that you driving?" Gaz asks. He knows it's a dumb question, but it's the first thing his mind can process.

"Oh you already know," you say rather confidently. "It's not every day I get to drive him around like that."

"Him?" Gaz asks.

Your eyes go wide for a second, before you realize what he's asking and laugh to yourself. "My car," you say. "I call him Romeo."

"Romeo?" Soap laughs.

Your eyes switch from the innocent brown eyes of Gaz's to the more brazenly blue ones of Soap's. He's been smiling at you since the window rolled down. Admittedly, you'd been too. You weren't expecting to see not one, but two cute guys in a car eager to talk to you.

"That's right," you say. "Romeo. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"It's definitely memorable," Gaz says. "That's for sure."

Your eyebrow raises with amusement. "You both English?"

"Oi, I'm from Scotland," Soap protests. "This bloke's the Londoner 'ere, eh Garrick?"

"Yeah, sure, 'Londoner'. This guy," Gaz chuckles to himself. "We're from out of town, though, yeah."

"Wow, OK," you put your hands on your hips in astonishment. "You in town for long then?"

"A few weeks, give or take," Gaz says. "Why? You feel like showin' us around some more, love?"

You stand there thinking to yourself for a moment, or rather you purposefully left them both waiting in anticipation for an answer, surely enjoying the way their eyes couldn't help looking you up and down this whole time. When they weren't locked on your smile, they certainly liked to linger below your collarbone (though they both thought they'd been more nonchalant about it than they had been).

Their eyes quickly lift when they've seen you cross your arms over your chest, your eyes glinting playfully.

"I'm not sure you can keep up," you smirk.

Both men laugh now, looking at each other in shared disbelief. This was really happening right now.

"Care to prove me wrong then?" Gaz taunts.

You get this sly look on your face, as though Gaz has no idea what he was getting himself into.

With a half-lidded look about you, you extend your hand out with an open palm, and very clearly say, "Open up your maps and give me your phone."

Soap can't help but laugh at your assertiveness, even as Gaz absent-mindedly obliges. "Bossy lil' thing, aren't ya?"

"No point in wasting time." You take the man's phone and begin putting an address in. Once you've finished you passed the phone back to Gaz, feeling as his fingers gently brushed against yours within this brief exchange. The warmth of your fingers comes as a shock to him, even as he covers it by clearing his throat.

Looking down, he sees you've put in the address to someone's house. Curious.

"Where do you have us headin'?" Gaz asks.

"I was on my way to a party," you say, which would no doubt explain why you were so dressed up now. "A lot of people are gonna be there, so it won't look weird if you come uninvited."

"Sick, OK," Gaz nods. "Party it is then."

You jump for joy, which only makes both men blush at your more girly antics. "Awesome! I guess I'll see you boys there then."

And whether you meant to be cute about it or not, you gave both men the gentlest of waves, and sauntered on back to your car, feeling as both men watched you go. Their eyes couldn't get enough of your backside.

Gaz turns back to Soap. "There's no way this is happening right now."

"Well hold up now," Soap says. "Don't we have to take this back to the dealership? Think we have time?"

Shit, Kyle forgot he hasn't actually bought the damn thing yet.

The responsible part of himself -- the soldier in him conditioned to follow rules and keep discipline -- told him to take the car back and get things sorted out first. It'd be the smartest thing to do...

"Hey, speedracer!"

...But then he hears you revving your engine again, and when he glances over and sees your window already rolled down, just smiling and waving at him like that...

"Race you there!" you say.

Gaz brings his hand back to his shift stick and puts it in reverse, smirking.

"We'll make time."

Author's Note: This is completely random. I was just thinking about how I feel like Gaz gives me car guy vibes. This is slightly self-indulgent as well because I drive a challenger and I live near a base full of soldiers who constantly like to street race, so I thought it'd be a fun little scenario for an x Reader. The next part will be the final part. Stay Tuned~

*Also I am still working on my other WIPs (T^T)

[popentertainmentconcertreviews]

The Vaccines – Union Transfer – Philadelphia, PA – January 16, 2025

The Vaccines’ Triumphant Return to Philadelphia 

Loyal fans and music lovers gathered for a memorable night of heartfelt alternative sounds, the first stop of The Vaccines’ North American tour. Their newest album Pick-Up Full of Pink Carnations has sent the band back on the road, landing them in Philadelphia for the first time in twelve years. Opening the show was Thus Love, a self-styled queer post-punk band of friends from a small town in Vermont. Following them, The Vaccines, the English indie-rock band took to the stand for a long-awaited, high-energy performance that lit up the room. 

As the crowd slowly filtered into Union Transfer, claiming their balcony sections and grabbing drinks at the bar, Thus Love entered the stage and gave a captivating half-hour performance. The four-piece band – featuring two guitarists, a bassist, and a drummer, with occasional keys – delivered a set filled with driving beats and raw emotion. I was extremely impressed by the lead singer Echo Mars, a truly remarkable band leader with raw star quality. He stood out with a powerful, unique vocal tone that was both dynamic and deeply engaging. While he didn't have many interactions with the crowd – likely due to nerves and the fact that only half of the audience was present for most of their set – his vocals did all of the talking for him and left everyone thoroughly impressed.

Their talent and quality of musical excellence won over the audience pretty quickly, which can be difficult as an opening act. My favorite songs that they played were "Birthday Song," because of the vulnerability in the lyrics, and "Lost in Translation," due to the chaotic synths and commanding dual guitar solos. I loved seeing the way the band interacted, their chemistry incredibly palpable. As it turns out, their group started as a trio of roommates writing music during the start of the pandemic, putting their quarantine downtime into their first ever album. You could feel that intimate dynamic amongst the band members as they played. I briefly spoke to the group after the show by the merch stand, and they were very humble and appreciative. They gained some new fans in Philadelphia, and I am excited to see where they go in their musical careers.

You could feel the tension in the room as the audience waited for the first of the fourteen-stop tours to begin. The Vaccines entered the stage at 9 p.m., for the first time in Philadelphia in over a decade, and for the first time performing live as a band in two months. The night kicked off with "Love to Walk Away," an upbeat tune from their newest 2024 album, Pick-Up Full of Pink Carnations. The crowd's enthusiasm surged as the band followed the song with an oldie titled "Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)," released in 2011 as a part of their album What Did You Expect from The Vaccines? The band made a point to show appreciation to their committed fans of over a decade, who joined in, screaming every word of the throwback song. 

Lead singer Justin Young's charismatic stage presence was evident as he engaged the audience with every lyric. He stayed consistently in tune with his audience, asking questions and responding to random shouts from fans between songs, even having personal conversations with front-row concert goers. Some of the longest-time fans in the audience had even been to their last show in Philadelphia twelve years prior. Some fans told Young that they'd be following the band on the tour, coming to subsequent shows in Brooklyn, Boston, and even Chicago. At one point in the night, fans began chanting for our Philadelphia NFL team, so Justin decided to dedicate a song to them, saying, "Well, alright, this next one is for The Eagles."

Overall, the band was really tight, a result of a decade and a half of playing together. The instrumental solos were really awesome, and the musicians laughed and bounced off of one another. Young made sure to introduce the entire band to the audience, allowing each member to receive the applause they deserved. Their feel-good, nostalgic sound lifted people to a whole new level.

Predictably, fans were not prepared to say goodbye to the treasured group, clapping and shouting after The Vaccinesexited the stage, until the band returned for their encore. The encore was a perfect finale, beginning with the heartfelt "Sometimes, I Swear." (my personal favorite song in the album), "Take It Easy," "Lunar Eclipse" and "All My Friends Are Falling in Love." The entire venue erupted in a euphoric celebration, a testament to The Vaccines' ability to connect with their audience. Their lyrics are very vulnerable and poetic, portraying lyrical excellence, a notable addition to their intricate compositions that their songs exemplify. 

The band thanked the audience, leaving the stage, the closing of the show leaving all of their fans wanting more. The lights came up over Union Transfer, the energy of the room was light and energetic. Everyone smiling and talking amongst themselves about their favorite moments of the performance as they trickled out into the cold city streets. I am hoping that they don't wait another decade to make their return to Philadelphia. They are absolutely worth seeing live, especially if you are a fan of their indie style of music and are okay with shedding a tear here and there.

Brenna Hallman

Copyright ©2025 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: January 19, 2025.

Photos by Shannon Sophy © 2025. All rights reserved.

[lost-girl-2021]

Definitely want to hear more HC!

Here's some random notes I had about Spider & co. in my Days Into Decades fic :)

Spider eats the weirdest combinations of food. He had to make a lot of his own food and never had anyone tell him he couldn't put ketchup on his pizza, so he tried all sorts of gross shit. Jelly on ice cream? Surprisingly delicious. Cheeze whiz smooshed between two crackers? Yum. His friends have valiantly tried to stop the madness, but he just tries to force-feed them his concoctions as a result. All of the adults are reasonably disgusted by this, but I feel like Quaritch and Jake would both try to one-up the other by trying the grossest things Spider can come up with, after hearing that the other tried it. ("Sully ate whipped cream on a slice of tomato? Fuck it, give me one.") Spider one-hundo percent uses this to his advantage.

Spider and Lo'ak get stoned every once in a while. The latter doesn't really smoke often because he's in sports and his girlfriend doesn't really like the smell, but his and Spider's drug dealer is Kiri. Kiri is all about communing with nature and sees no problem with relaxing with Eywa's creations. She's not really a drug dealer, but she supplies the boys with stuff in exchange for random tasks (Spider once had to be a model for her art club).

Neteyam does not smoke. He tried once, got way too paranoid and ended up sitting in his closest for four hours. He does however, like to record the others when their high, because it's extremely entertaining. Kiri says the most out of pocket shit, like existential questions, then tries to count all of the pieces of wood in the floor. Lo'ak usually just sinks into a bean bag with a bag of chips and relaxes. Spider either gets really zoned in on stuff and doesn't talk for hours or will not shut up.

The Sully's have entire albums dedicated to each child, but also have albums from each year, sometimes more than one depending on how interesting things get. Because of the sheer number of photographs they have, there are also a lot of pictures of Spider scattered throughout. Somewhere in the chaos, Jake has a picture of Neteyam and Spider grinning, both missing a tooth after a badly timed hug when they were four.

Jake and Neytiri have a lot of kids. Sometimes, especially as kids, Spider just got tossed in the mix and they didn't even notice. When they were really young, Kiri, Lo'ak, and Neteyam slept in a pile on their parent's bed everyday for naptime. More often than not, Spider would end up in the tangle of limbs, snoring away. Even as they got older and had sleepovers, they'd end up on top of each other in their sleep. Spider always slept best on those nights, even when they would camp out on the living room floor and stay up as long as they could.

Spider thinks he's the most intimidating person ever. Like, all of his friends are taller and stronger than him. He looks young for his age, often mistaken for a freshman at school. But, he dresses in baggy clothes and ripped jeans, even has a wallet chain. He skateboards and draws on his beat-to-shit converse in sharpie. He frowns at people and sometimes even colors his nails in black marker. Because, he's a degenerate, okay? But, in reality, most people just think he looks like a kid playing dress-up. Like, old ladies see him at the grocery store and go oh, what a nice young man, doing the shopping for his parents. He thinks they're talking about how scary he looks, but really they think he's thirteen and such a cutie-pie. He is not observant, guys.

He constantly misplaced his inhaler as a kid. As a result, the Sully's (specifically doomsday prepper Jake and his apprentice, Neteyam) have inhalers all over. Neteyam keeps one in the glove compartment and another in his backpack. Jake has like, four of them scattered around the house just in case and asks Spider if he has his nearly every day when he drops him off at school. When Quaritch eventually gets custody, he'd totally buy like ten of them. One in the car, one in the kitchen, the bathroom, his bedroom, Spider's desk drawer. And he totally makes Spider physically show him the inhaler every time he goes to leave the house. Everyone is paranoid as shit about it and Spider takes this as nobody trusting him to be able to remember something so simple (even though my boy is forgetful af)

Spider has (undiagnosed) ADHD. Like, he cannot focus in school most of the time, even when he likes the class. He usually copies notes from someone and tries to go over it all again after school. He forgets stuff all the time, constantly losing his phone (it's usually in his jacket pocket and he just forgot to take it out when he got home). He likes being outside a lot, so he can burn off some of the energy when everything becomes too much.

This is all I have atm, but a lot of it won't be in the fic, so I thought I'd put it on here.

[words-after-midnight]

What's a fun fact about Jeff (or other character) that you never have an opportunity to share?

OH MAN I HAVE SO MANY RANDOM FACTS ABOUT JEFF. As you've begun to learn, he's... quite a character (pun intended). I'll stick mostly to things that aren't mentioned/elaborated on in the novel! I feel like you already know a couple of these...

1. First of all he's from Birmingham, Alabama. Whenever he's asked where he's from, he's like, "oh, it's just a tiny little hick town in Alabama. You probably haven't heard of it." It's literally fucking Birmingham. (Btw, yes, he has what's described as a "mild Southern drawl.")

2. His parents had him when his mother was 18 and his bio father was 19 respectively. Both of his biological parents were left-wing activists in their youth, so he attended a lot of protests as a baby/young toddler. He was raised atheist and according to a Marxist philosophy.

3. He can fool a polygraph examination.

4. His childhood was - overall - pretty good. For him, at least. He does have some trauma from his teenage years, mostly stemming from multiple stints in juvenile detention starting at the age of 10. It's unclear exactly how these events affected him.

5. He has an unusually high pain tolerance, especially when under the influence.

6. He went to school in Birmingham until his junior year, when he moved in with his biological father in Philadelphia. He did (most of) his junior year at a school in Philly, where he caused a fuckload of trouble and was expelled not even a year in.

7. Extremely high maintenance when it comes to his appearance. "Spends two hours in the bathroom getting ready for a trip to the fucking post office." - Gabriel

8. Extremely Bisexual, but he prefers to take women out on actual dates because they tend to be - in his words - "better conversation partners." If you're a guy who wants to go on a date with him, you're gonna plan it, and it better be something he finds enjoyable (hint: take him to an amusement park).

9. He owns a scarf collection. We're talking over a hundred scarves.

10. He perpetually functions on 5-6 hours of sleep a night.

11. Loves cheesecake.

12. His favorite band is Pink Floyd (somehow don't think they'd approve).

13. His name is not short for Jeffrey.

14. Nicknames absolutely everyone. It's rare that he refers to someone by their actual first name.

15. Has a Thing about cleanliness - like, he eats pretty much exclusively "clean" food (he's literally one of those juice cleanse people, I swear to god), showers often, has like a 1700-step skincare routine, his room is immaculate, etc. This is pretty hypocritical considering he does like every drug on the planet, but yeah.

16. This is more of a core characteristic than a fun fact lol but anyway: chronically bored out of his mind and a massive adrenaline junkie. He'll do anything for a cheap thrill or some entertainment, in whatever form he can get it.

17. One time he tried to convince all of his friends that he didn't know about Congress.

18. His drink of choice is either straight whiskey, a mimosa, or the fruitiest fucking cocktail you've ever seen.

19. He was born on February 19th, 1983 (almost exactly six months older than Gabriel).

20. No matter who you are, he's convinced he can win a fight against you.

[demonslayedher]

Things that ran through my head while watching this episode:

--Something I love about Uzui is that he strikes us as an extreme narcissist or somebody who just does random stuff and dramatic poses, but you can't even place him in that shallow of a box. He's a character who is hard to place at first because of his flamboyance and unconventional style, and part of the difficulty in making some gut decision about his character right away is because he defies stereotype. In every scene we get with Uzui, we dig deeper and deeper into what we erroneously might had assumed was a shallow box to place him in, but the box keeps going deeper and deeper--and the best part is, none of it is a front. What you see is indeed what you get.

--A friend who knows me really well once called me an Uzui type. I was shook. Of all the Hashira, he was the one I had the least desire to emulate (I strive most to give off Shinobu vibes when I'm at work), but then when I remembered this scene when he introduces himself, I recalled, "wait, I have indeed struck that pose." And if you catch me leading a nerdy tour group, yes, that's me. Painfully so. I promise I've never punched anyone for not following directions, though.

--Speaking of that same friend (whom I dragged into watching KnY), this episode has personal signficance to me because it aired when we had our first reunion in years, and not even an hour had passed before she underwent a small tragedy. It had the perfect timing for airing after she'd made some fragile peace with the situation, and it had us laughing and laughing to nurse away the pain. Could not had asked for better timing.

--I want that painting of The God of Festivities lording over the Kamaboko boys as a wallpaper for my computer. I love that while Zenitsu is constantly Tsukkomi-ing the others in his head for how more and more ridiculous they all are, Uzui just does it outloud straight to Inosuke's face. Uzui and Zenitsu are like two same ends of a magnet, repelling each other because they are the same in so many ways. I would like to see that grow to have enough of a friendship someday that they could talk about how they perceive other people's sounds and stuff like that, but I also find it so unlikely that they'd ever reach that contemplative level of conversation any time soon.

--That's so cute that Sumi & Naho are both clinging to Aoi. They're so relieved to keep her!

--Some of my favorite filler in this whole anime is the scene of Uzui and the boys checking out Yoshiwara. Not only does it establish the setting, but the boys are adorable and in-character, it gives Tanjiro (and the audience) a clear understanding of how this town works, and frankly, it's hilarious and adorable. Uzui has already had it with these boys before they start ticking him off even more while he's trying to explain the mission details.

--Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma really are capable, as it was after they entered that they were able to narrow the suspicious locations down to three establishments. That makes me suspect that they slipped around more like maids from place to place, or just as Kunoichi who could blend in, before specifically infiltrating those targets as women who can be more entwined with the inner-workings. But the two things that get me are that they became Oiran so fast (what remarkable talents did they show off? Were they sold as being top property from other flower districts outside of Tokyo or something??? How long were they on this mission?? I have to assume being Oiran (and therefore more prohibitively expensive) made them less occupied by taking common customers), but also, WHY WERE THEY USING THEIR REAL NAMES????

--I love the off-key violins played in Sumiko's background

--Speaking of BGM, the one played behind Zenko as the screen fades to black and we get Zenitsu's angry thoughts towards Uzui is similar to the BGM played as his inner-space was infiltrated on the train and he started going gardener on the guy.

--Inoko picking up the ends of the kimono to walk faster, hahahahaha

--Again, loving the set-up to the Yoshiwara setting, from Koinatsu's footsteps to the dialect used by the yarite who bought Inoko--she feels like someone who has totally been doing this since the Edo period, though that might be a stretch. Also, after Inoko is dragged down the hall, there's the girl carrying a tray of food who stares after her a long time, then finally blinks. I love that Ufotable takes their time with things like this. Also!! I love that Neesan who sees promise in Zenko.

--According to Kimetsu Radio commentary, Hanae-san and the others were directed against doing falsetto voices so as to keep the boys recognizable (especially since it is harped over and over again how the three of them were chosen for how they'd be distinctive against each other). The directions for Sumiko were to do it as a "refreshing" tone of the Tanjiro voice.

--This is making me think back to how much fun I had with the activities at the TOEI movie studio's event in their Yoshiwara set, where you could carrying stuff like Sumiko or pose with the shamisen like Zenko. The shamisen kept getting broken. XD I posted photos here, but unfortunately what I thought would be a crafty way of getting way more than 10 photos on a single post backfired and they're only reasonably visible on mobile. Sigh.)

--Awww, Sumiko kept the candy from Koinatsu-oiran! If Tanjiro slipped that in his sleeve, I wonder what he did with that later? I'll bet his first thought was wanting to let Nezuko taste it. Also, I didn't buy it, but I liked that this was a piece of merchandise available at a traveling Ufotable gallery.

--So that outer layer Warabihime-oiran wears has a black pattern I can't recognize, but it reminds me of zoomed-in snake scales. It looks even more like that in the manga. Gyutaro reference!?!??!

--This low-lighting is doing all kinds of favors for Inoko's delicate features and bright eyes.

--I love the imagery of the ending theme, especially that tender shot of the Kamuro from the various Okiya being out in the sunshine, laughing and playing together, simply as the young girls they are. It's so freeing, especially considering the life they've been sold into and the harsher work which awaits them in the future. The beautiful oddity of those bolts of kimono fabric flying around provides such a moment of respite for everyone in that den of darkness.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Levi Ackerman - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: i'm bored so i'm just writing these nsfw headcanons for all my comfort characters, don't judge me. feel free to request - i posted request rules so go check it out :)

enjoy! nsfw under the cut :P

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex)

The first time you have sex, Levi needs a lot of comfort. He'd never been that vulnerable with someone before and it took a lot for him to open up like that, so aftercare for him is the priority. Once sex becomes more frequent and he gets used to everything, he's the one to clean you both up but he still needs more emotional reassurance than he'll admit.

B - Body part (fav body part of themselves/their partner)

He isn't a vain person, so he'd probably say his arms just because of how much you love them. He wasn't too fussed at first but because of all the attention you give them he's started growing fonder of them.

His favourite part of you is your neck and collarbones. He didn't even realize he had a thing for that until he met you, and whenever you wear chokers he can't take his eyes off you.

C - Cum (where do they prefer to cum?)

Levi prefers to cum on your stomach, purely because it makes it easier to clean up. (He's always very mindful of any mess.)

D - Dirty secret (self-explanatory)

It obviously couldn't happen because of his status, but it sends a shiver of arousal through him whenever he imagines you humiliating him in public. It's something he wants to try in private, though he's nervous to talk about it with you.

E - Experience (how experienced are they?)

Levi is a virgin, since he doesn't have sex with people he doesn't genuinely, 100% trust. You'll have to guide him through everything at the beginning, however he's a quick learner and picks it up pretty fast.

F - Favourite position (goes without saying)

He likes missionary a lot because it lets him feel close to you, and he'll melt if you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He also gets shy sometimes, so this position is perfect to hide his face in your neck.

G - Goofy (are they goofy or serious in the moment?)

Other than the odd sarcastic comment, he's generally serious. If he's in a vulnerable position then joking around doesn't calm his nerves at all.

H - Hair (opinions on grooming etc.)

Levi keeps his own hair neatly trimmed. He'd prefer if you keep yours vaguely under control but, as long as it's clean, it's up to you how you keep it.

I - Intimacy (how intimate are they during sex?)

It takes him a while to fully open up to you, but sex becomes one of the most intimate moments you ever share with Levi where he truly breaks down all his walls for you, just the two of you.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't tend to masturbate unless he's really desperate. Something about it just makes him uncomfortable, but he also has urges sometimes when you aren't available.

K - Kinks (again, pretty self-explanatory)

When you first started sleeping together, Levi had more of the control because he thought that was the way it was 'supposed' to be. However once you brought up the idea of him being submissive, your dynamic shifted. He was extremely hesitant at the beginning because he wasn't used to being in such a powerless position, though as soon as you managed to get him into a submissive headspace it became a regular occurrence.

Levi is a sub at heart who needs a soft dom more than anything. Some of the kinks you've explored that he likes are bondage, light impact play, praise, orgasm denial and marking (as long as the marks are hidden during the day.)

He also definitely has a bit of a humiliation kink but he's still working up the courage to tell you.

L - Location (favourite place to do the deed)

His favourite place is a tie between the shower and his desk. Sometimes when he's had a long day and doesn't want a full scene, he likes to have sex in the shower (also it makes clean-up easier). Although if he feels like subbing, as long as the door is locked, one of his favourite things is for you to cockwarm him while he's trying to work.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Showing skin is a sure-fire way to get him riled up. I personally headcanon Levi as demisexual, so he doesn't care when other people show skin, but if it's you? All you have to do is leave a couple buttons undone, expose your chest a little, and he is done for. Also, slipping casual praise into conversations will sometimes start pushing him into a submissive headspace, especially if you've done a lot of scenes with him recently because he starts responding to that tone of voice.

N - No (something they'd never do)

He doesn't like intense pain play - he's had enough pain the rest of his life so he needs you to be gentle with him. He also wouldn't want a harsh or strict dom, preferring to have you take care of him instead.

O - Oral (preference in giving, receiving etc.)

He enjoys both equally. Before you'd had sex you wanted to ease him into the experience carefully, so you gave him his first blowjob and he almost sobbed from the stimulation. Buuuuuuut alongside that he would also happily spend hours between yours legs - the praise you give him as he pleasures you and the feeling of you clenching around his tongue is almost enough to make him finish without any physical touch.

P - Pace (are they fast, slow, quick, rough?)

If it's just against the wall in the shower then it tends to be a bit faster, and on the odd occasion Levi feels more dominant he can get rougher, but he is usually perfectly content to let you decide the pace entirely.

Q - Quickie (opinion on quickies)

They're good sometimes, especially when you're both very busy with other duties. They're good to relieve basic urges, but Levi would never choose them over a full scene.

R - Risk (how open are they to risk?)

Levi is open to a bit of experimentation, but never anything exhibitionist. He can't risk the possibility of someone catching him in a compromising position, considering his importance in the military, so he insists that you keep all bedroom activities private.

S - Stamina (how long can they go for?)

As expected, at the start Levi had pretty low stamina since it was all so new and overwhelming. It gotten a little better since then but he also has a fairly quick recovery time to make up for it.

T - Toys (opinion on using toys etc.)

He doesn't particularly enjoy using toys on you, but adores when you use toys on him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He'll only tease you a little when he's in a dominant mood and you've been doing something to piss him off, but the rest of the time it's not something he does at all. (He kind of likes when you tease him though.)

V - Volume (are they loud or quiet?)

Levi is cautious to control his volume so that other people don't hear, but his whimpers of pleasure can get quite loud sometimes.

W - Wild card (random headcanon)

During a scene once, while he was deep into subspace, he accidently called you mommy. When he realized what he said he was mortified, and almost started dropping. You had to quickly assure him that it was perfectly alright, that you weren't upset with him, and that you don't mind it if he wants to keep calling you that. He only uses that name for you when he's really, really submissive, and it's adorable hearing the tiny whimpers of "P-please mommy..."

X - X-ray (what's going on... down there?)

So many people seem to think that this man has a monster cock. He is 5'3 there is no way. He's a little smaller than average, in length and girth, but that just means you can hear him whine when you take his whole length into your mouth.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is low most of the time. He has so many other things he has to focus on everyday, so sex doesn't cross his mind that much. Sex is more of a stress relief that he doesn't think too much about until it happens.

Z - Zzzzz... (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Being an insomniac, Levi takes a while to settle down to sleep, although it's always a little easier when he's comfortably next to you. (definitely the little spoon)

[vivisextion]

I first saw Slipknot at age 14.

No one knows how I managed it. I'm not sure I even remember. These days, you have to be 16 or 18 to get into Standing areas. I do know I had to buy tickets on the phone, back in the old days (2005, that is). A singular ticket, too - none of my friends, not even the classmate who had gone with me to see Linkin Park the year before, was that into Slipknot.

But I HAD to see them. This was the Subliminal Verses tour cycle, and Vol. 3 was my first and favourite Slipknot album, even to this day. It's the reliable old warm blanket for my soul whenever I need it. It's on right now, as I write this.

My memory isn't that good, but luckily I unearthed a livejournal (livejournal!) diary entry about the event I made the next day.

August 16, 2005. I went right after school. I went to a very conservative Anglican secondary school, too. I tried not to get caught in the bathroom, as I coloured my nails black with permanent marker (I know, don't laugh) and changed into my standard metalhead baby outfit - Slipknot band shirt, black cargo shorts, and my pride and joy: steel-toe boots I somehow managed to cajole my parents into letting me own.

I caught the bus to the open-air war memorial park where the gig was going to be. I got there at 4pm, 4 hours early. A couple other maggots were already hanging around. I found myself surrounded by tombstones, and I read them all. It was the middle of the Hungry Ghost Festival, too - a very fitting time for Slipknot to pay a visit to this godforsaken hellhole of a small town I lived in. (Especially given the paranormal circumstances surrounding the making of Vol. 3.)

While I wandered around the venue (no security or sound guys were around at all), I spotted two white vans pull up to the stage, in the middle of a clearing. It was them! I spotted Joey and missed him by a hair's breadth. I was quickly ushered behind the stone archway entrance by security then.

(Funnily enough, while walking around, I got mistaken for Joey more than once. I am the same height as him, had the same long black hair, same pale skin, and was wearing almost exactly what he had been. One person claimed from behind, I was a dead ringer, apart from when I turned around, and they realised I was Chinese.)

It was soundcheck time. A sound guy testing the mics would say random things, like "testing one two three two one.... fudge fudge, I like fudge...." The band even did Purity, so us earlybirds were given a rare treat, and we screamed along from the entrance, and drummed our fists on the sides of nearby porta-potties. I hope no one was in there at the time. Whenever we got a glance of any of them, we'd scream and cheer. Finally they left again, but were soon to return.

This was the first time I'd been a part of the metal community. I was barely allowed internet in those days. But here, random strangers were friendly, striking up conversations like they'd been friends for years. Two big guys, called Trevor and Ted, looked out for me the entire gig after, keeping other big dudes from crushing me too much (I'm 5'3, remember). Other people commented on me being so baby, because I was only 14, and said they would take care of me.

When we were finally let in, right after the usher cut the rope, I ran in, screamed "WOOOHOOO!" along with a few friends I'd made. I only briefly stopped to receive this RoadRunner Records compilation CD from a roadie, then resumed running like a madman screaming and dashing into the VIP cage.

I was right up against the barricade - the first time I would ever be at a gig. People from assorted magazines and press took photos of us, and I think I got my photo taken about 10 times at least.

(This is how I got in trouble with my parents the next day. My photo had ended up in a local paper - you can see examples of that here. They had no idea what I'd been to see the night before, and were horrified when they saw what Slipknot looked like.)

We saw Sid filming us from the stage with a camcorder and screamed at him. We saw Jim and screamed at him too, and he flashed the victory sign back at us. I remember Metallica playing at the time, another one of my favourite bands.

The concert was a brutal religious experience I will never forget. People with their arms outstretched, crying and screaming out loud, moving like the devil possessed them.

The new friends around me made sure I was alright after every song! There were huge guys fainting behind us who had to get carried out, but I endured, a tiny 14 year old child. We got a family speech as per tradition, of course. "Are you guys out there all looking out for each other? We're all one big family, and we gotta look out for each other." What Corey said held true - strangers hugged, shook hands, talked, and made friends. I was heartened by how close-knit the maggot community was. It really did feel like a family, and it's felt like that ever since.

Of course, I did my first Jump The Fuck Up. It is possibly the most euphoria I've ever experienced all at one go. (Later, in 2020, I was extremely disappointed that I didn't get to do it again in London.)

They did the death masks for Vermilion, and I remember Chris helping Sid fix his mask and shirt when they'd changed back. Sid hung out near Clown's drums for most of the time too, and hugged him from behind and just latched on at one point. It was pretty adorable.

Fun fact: The version of Eyeless you hear on the 9.0 Live album is from Singapore, as is Eeyore. There are very few photos and videos from the crowd of this gig, because in 2005, very few people had camera phones. The crowd at the Slipknot gig in 2020 was a sea of arms with phones, filming the gig rather than experiencing it. Yes, I'm going to be that cranky old geezer who complains about the good old days.

Joey as usual, was fucking amazing and never failed. However, due to the fact that I was right up front, only his tiny head was visible behind his vast drum set, I couldn't see him the entire gig.

Amazingly, the government told Slipknot they were not allowed to do obscene gestures, curse, vomit (possibly due to the decomposing crow pre-show ritual), simulate humping on objects, throw faeces, or jump off stage (looking at you, Sid). I don't think our totalitarian government knew who they were dealing with, because watch what happens next.

Near the end of the gig, Corey tells the crowd “your government has given us a laundry list of things we aren’t allowed to do, your government has told us we are not allowed to swear”. Crowd goes “BOOOOOOOOO” and Corey goes “BUT WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK!!” And they launch into Surfacing, the last song. Everyone riots. Best night of my life.

You can find the setlist from that gig here. It had everything I wanted and more.

This story later got immortalised when Kerrang asked maggots for gig stories, for an article which came out in 2020. I had forgotten entirely, until people began messaging me to tell me, and one friend sent me a scan of it!

On the way out, I managed to get a shirt. I remember calling my best friend at the time, and got everyone at the merch booth to go "IF YOU'RE 555 THEN I'M 666" for her. This shirt has since been lost to the landfill, because my Christian mother took it upon herself to dispose of it the first opportunity she got. Needless to say, our relationship is not very good.

After that, I even managed to get that Roadrunner compilation album they were giving out signed. The band was staying at the Carlton. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't there, neither was Clown, and Mick was swarmed by guitar nerds so, 6/9 it is. It is a great regret of mine that I'll never have anything signed by him, nor will I ever get to see him perform ever again.

The next day, I went to school, my head swimming. Yes, I went to see Slipknot ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. I was a giant bruise, from my ribs and my chest, to my hips and knees, from being slammed into the barricade like a screen door in a hurricane. Most of all, my sore, headbanged-out neck could barely hold my head up. Classmates thought I had been in a fight. I was torn between battle-scarred exhaustion and hyperactive ranting about the most amazing gig of my short life (it still is, to this day). When teachers spoke to me, I wanted to reply, "Fuck trigonometry! I've just seen SLIPKNOT. Do you not understand that my world is different? Do you not understand that *I* am now different?"

My country was a small, conservative town that Slipknot had graced with their unholy presence. Corey Taylor once said that where he grew up in Iowa had a way of making a 16 year old boy feel like a 36 year old man (or something to that effect). I felt that in my weary bones as a teenager, being from a place just like that. Years later, Watain would run into worse trouble, and wouldn't even be allowed to perform. The Christian stranglehold is stronger than ever. It was a good thing that back then Slipknot had the element of surprise, striking serpent-fast and choking this society by the neck for a too-brief time, before they departed.

After that, my desire to play the drums only grew like a weed. Joey Jordison had, has, and will always inspire me as a drummer, and seeing the beast live (or what little I could spy behind the massive riser) had only spurred me on. I had always been a noisemaker, be it driving my parents mad with chopsticks on pots and pans, or driving my teachers mad with pencils on my desk. But of course, my parents wouldn't have any of it. I'd have to wait a good 14 more years before I'd be able to afford lessons and later, a kit of my own. Better late than never, right?

There will never be enough words to describe the impact Joey has had on my life. And it isn't just Slipknot, either. I could write another essay on his time with the Murderdolls and its influence on my own gender-non-conforming ways. Suffice to say, my wardrobe doesn't look too dissimilar to his during the early Dead in Hollywood days.

I told my boss I could not come into work today. I was grieving. I said that my music teacher died, as I didn't think she'd understand the magnitude of my loss. In a way, it's true. And I am not the only one Joey has nudged on the path to being a musician, that much is certain. To the rest of us, I wish strength and love for you in this difficult time. The best way to honour Joey, who truly loved music, both the creation and appreciation of it, is to pass that gift on. Teach it to someone. He is the reason I picked up the sticks in the first place, and one day, they'll be handed on, the heavy metal baton for the next generation.

And finally: remember that the ones we have lost are never truly gone.

Vinnie

P.S. See if you can spot me in the crowd photos in this post!

[n-blanca-archived]

↳ CLASS 1-A HC’S TO MAKE YOU SMILE (hopefully) 

A/N: i’ve been on class-1a brainrot (yes, all of them. collectively) for SO LONG and honestly? I love it here. romance is all good and dandy but FRIENDSHIP? good shit. 

on that note, these pairings are all platonic! just little things i like about their dynamics or things i think they’d do when they hang out :) feel free to see them as romantic though, not like i can stop you :P

p.s sorry for dipping??? for like months???

genre: fluff

warnings: minor situational angst

→ Denki & Izuku

❑ These two boys are the other’s hype-man, totally. Kaminari absolutely does not mind sitting through Izuku’s ravings about the fluctuating hero rankings, or even just the times where Izuku mutters on and on. 

❑ Kaminari’s been ignored enough times to know that it doesn’t feel good at all to want to talk to someone and for them to sheepishly tell you they’d long since stopped listening. Izuku does the same for Denki, no question. Sometimes Denki starts talking, and he doesn’t really...stop. 

❑ But Izuku finds it’s nice to hang out with the boy, and he doesn’t mind not contributing to the conversation when Denki looks so elated to see someone listening for once. 

❑ While I will forever be the number one advocate for Bakugou tutoring Denki and finding different studying strategies that work for Denki instead of giving up on him, I think Izuku’s just as likely to do that for kami! 

❑ It’s a frustrating first session, but once Izuku’s brian suggests that Kami might just need another method of studying, he takes that idea and runs with it. 

❑ The next week, kami goes to Izuku’s room a little afraid of the freckled boy rejecting him- but to his surprise, Izuku presents him with all types of new study methods, including colored index cards and a home-made sentence reader that covered the entire page except for one line at a time.

❑ (yes, he did tear up for a second.) 

❑ They end up going through that week's chapter in half the time it usually took Denki to get a subject, and they got to play video games afterward! 

→ Ochako & Katsuki

❑ While I don't think the boys in 1-A look down on the girls in the sense of "but they're girls so they are weaker :(" all that much- Katsuki was the first and only one really to make that clear. He didn't see her as something or someone to pity. She was an opponent and a damn capable one at that.

❑ So, yes. Maybe Ochako and Katsuki aren't exactly best friends who'd die for each other. But they’ve proven to each other that if there's someone who'll bring their all to a fight no matter the circumstance, it's each other.

❑ Ochako’s weariness when it came to Katsuki was short lived. It was kind of hard to be so...afraid of someone who treated you better than others seemed to coddle her when she told them she was a hero-in-training. 

❑ It starts small, too. At first it was just teaming up occasionally during class for spars. Then it was going to the gym after school with Katsuki and Eijirou. 

❑ Tiny little hang-outs like that then turn into joining the blonde on his morning runs every once in a while, and eventually Ochako found herself seeking out Bakugou every weekend, and the blonde seemed to be on the same mind-track, too. Every Sunday, when Ochako pulled open the front door, she spotted Katsuki, stretching out in the front lawn, waiting for her. 

❑ (and if they occasionally have breakfast together after their bi-weekly sunday training sessions, then that's their business.)

→ Shouto & Eijirou

❑ them hanging out wasn't really ever. Expected. Like, at all.

❑ but kirishima's shown that he has a knack for weird, almost hostile awkward boys with low friend counts

❑ so shouto fits right in

❑ really it starts when Kirishima finds Shouto in the common room, staring into space. Usually he'd leave him be, but it was weird to see the boy without his group of friends joining him

❑ in an effort to get to know shouto better, kiri offers to play a few rounds of super smash bros,,, and shouto just. blinks. at him. And kiri blinked back for a second before he realizes shouto didn't know what super smash bros was

❑ and of course, to kiri, that's absolute blasphemy

❑ so kiri abandons his trip to the kitchen in favor of sitting next to shouto on the couch, and teaching him how to play as many video games as they could fit in one night

❑ (the first time kiri sees shouto laugh, he can't help the way his face splits into a grin. Todoroki, while not mean, was someone who came off as cold most of the time, so to see him so relaxed made Eijirou feel warm.)

❑ somehow it becomes a regular thing-- shouto would come downstairs, and eventually Kirishima would show up. Sometimes they were both alone, sometimes they were surrounded by their friend groups. But every time without fail, Kirishima would take his place next to shouto, hand him the blue controller that he favored, and turned on the TV to select the first game they'd be playing

❑ (watching Shouto start to gain some of Kirishima's vernacular was also an interesting - read:hilarious - experience)

→ Mina & Yuga

❑break dancing buddies

❑ like. I'm not kidding these two have moves.

❑ well. Mina does, at least. Aoyama gets it pretty quickly but it took him a second to familiarize himself with how your body moves when your break dancing.

❑ aoyama's danced ballet most of his life, so dancing wasn't new to him

❑ but this particular type of dancing was new to him- so of course he reached out to mina after the UA festival

❑ mina, ever the angel, agreed!!!!! Dancing buddies!!!

❑ Mina's also loved dance for a good amount of time

❑ it started in middle school, and just carried into highschool. The idea of being to express yourself with your /body/ was exciting, plus you looked really cool while doing it too!

❑ so when she gets asked by Aoyama to teach him how to breakdance she's nervous, but completely giddy to be able to be someone else's intro to a hobby that was a big part of her life

❑ it's not an uncommon sight to see mina and Aoyama, in their workout clothes, working through moves Step by step with Mina's phone blasting some random song that was beat heavy

❑ (Aoyama would be an interesting extra add on to the bakusquad. Am I wrong? No 🚗)

→ Hanta & Tsuyu

❑ Sero never really interacted with tsuyu, not to say he didn't like her! she just wasn't in his social circle

❑ so to say he felt awkward when he found her in the corner of the library during free period- curled up and sniveling away - was an understatement

❑ still, he put down the fourth issue of a manga he was /really/ looking forward to catching up on, and sat next to her until she calmed down enough to tell him what's wrong

❑ turns out, winter always sucked and made her tired, which made her sad. Added on to the already existing amphibian instincts in her that hated loud noises or too many people, it could get really overwhelming for her

❑ Sero offered to let her into his room whever she wanted to hang out in the quiet, if she felt embarrassed to do so with her closer friends

❑ she seemed surprised, but quickly agreed.

❑ Sero wouldn't tell her, but he often felt the same in a sense. The only two people in his friend group who could be relatively quiet in more personal settings were Bakugou, ironically, and Kirishima. So he often found himself leaving group hang-outs just a little early, to destress in his quiet room.

❑ tsuyu hadn't expected him to stay with her, and especially not offer his room to her whenever she needed to get away. Still, she agreed, knowing she'd probably never take him up on his offer

❑ she was proven wrong three days later, when Ochako squealed about...something.

❑ tsuyu couldn't say for sure what the floaty girl was yelling about. Normally she was attentive, really! But her head was throbbing and she was on the verge of falling asleep then and there when Ochako burst into a loud yell of excitement, startling the frog-like girl

❑ so tsuyu gathered her stuff as quickly as her sluggish body allowed, rushed out a quick goodbye to her baffled friends and made her way to the dorms

❑ the elevator was a struggle, with the humming of the machinery almost lulling her to sleep. She made it out successfully, though due to her drowsiness and increasingly blurring vision, she realized just a little too late that she had wandered down the wrong hallway

❑ sero's name plate made her stutter in her tracks, but after a moment of deliberation that left her swaying on her feet, she knocked as strongly as she could on the thin door, hoping the lanky boy was in his room

❑ thankfully, he was, and he only offered her a small smile before ushering her into the room and guiding her to his bed. Tsuyu thinks she croaked out a tiny "thanks", but she couldn't really be sure

❑ she slept better in those 39 minutes than she had in weeks

❑ after that, tsuyu somehow got into the habit of wandering down the opposite hallway once she left the elevator, and most of the time Sero would open his door when she knocked, only giving her a smile before letting her wander to his bed or, more commonly, the pile of blankets and bean bags he had in a corner of his room.

❑ (she wouldn't admit it, and neither would he, but the times where they walked back to his dorm together once their free period began were their favorites. and the days where tsuyu wasn't so sleepy and they talked for the hour they had weren't so bad, either)

okokok i’m cutting it here since that last section was super long! who knew i had so much to say about hanta and tsuyu ,,,, 

anyway! this was super fun, so i’ll definitely be doing stuff like this more in the future. if you have two characters you’d particularly like to see, don’t be afraid to jump into my ask box! 

[zosociologist]

“Dating Johnny Thunders would be like...” Headcannon

(a/n: I will either be loved for finally making this, or hated because it took this long; this is also kinda longer than my usual dating headcannons because I was really feeling the first meeting idea; "MWABRIM" you know da vibes😌🍷)

Warnings: Implied smut, but nothing severe.

(a/n: ALSO, I MADE THE FOLLOWING GIF MYSELF BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE CITIZENS OF TUMBLROPOLIS DON'T KNOW WHAT A MATTRESS IS DUE TO THEM SLEEPING ON JOHNNY FOR ALL THESE YEARS)

You and Johnny met each other under funny circumstances

You own a nice little unisex boutique that all the lovers of ✨G L A M✨ and daring fashion are OBSESSED with

Rockers, groupies, and even big artists and musicians alike are in and out of your store daily for eye-catching and jaw dropping pieces

It only made sense to see him come in one evening with a friend of his that didn't look too bad himself

You were ringing up a customer, but not really paying attention to their advances as they were trying their hardest to flirt and fucking FAILING.

You were too busy checking out the dark haired guy staring down a pair of cheetah print platform boots that you'd love nothing more than to see him rock the hell out of😩

Everything was good until you were caught slipping and he saw you eyeing him returning a cute smirk in your direction...

In which you panicked and finally went back to minding the customer who finally gave up with the flirting

By the time you looked back over to the table stand with the platforms, he and his friend were gone, and so were the cheetah print boots (you celebrated in your head over that little detail) they had moved onto looking at blouses

About two customers later, you turned around to place a black sheer glitter and feathered robe that a customer decided they weren't getting in a basket to return to it's aisle, when you hear someone on the other side of the counter clear their throat and greet you-

Slightly startled yet hopeful you turn around a little faster than you would have liked to see the dark haired mystery man and his friend ready to check out-

"I didn't mean to scare you", "No! It's fine I was just putting away some things, you didn't scare me at all. Did you both find what you were looking for?", "Yeah everything turned out fine, this is a nice place you've got here. You don't have to worry, we weren't gonna steal anything, in case that's why you were peaking a little."

You wanted to sink into the floor-

"Oh god no, I didn't think that at all- *immediately thinks of lie to cover up that you were staring because he's hot* -I just saw that you were looking at the cheetah platforms, I'm glad you're getting them. They'll look good on you(:" *you had to take a chance bc you'd never forgive yourself if you didn't*

It payed off and THEN some. He introduced himself as Johnny and his friend's name was David. He told you about their group and invited you to see them the following night

Of fucking course you were gonna go see them, how could you say no?!

The following day you closed the shop early and rounded up some close friends for pregame and then you all headed to the club where "The New York Dolls🍸" would be playing, and to your surprise the person at the door said that you were on "the list" and guided you and your friends to one of those rounded booths close enough and with perfect view of the stage.

When the show started the boys came out and you saw Johnny. With a Gibson Les Paul Special in hand. And wearing the fucking platform boots. The match you lit to light your cigarette almost fell on you while you watched in awe. The whole show was nothing less than an out of body experience that you'd replay in your head for weeks to come.

After the show when the crowd died out, you and your friends stayed back as ordered by the same doorman.

When the Dolls came out from the dressing rooms you all got acquainted and they invited you and your friends to this cool afterparty and you and Johnny were together the entire way to the kickback just vibing off of the concert high✨

The afterparty was a blessing in disguise because in the house where it took place there where so many spots where you two could be away from the crowd and just talk and actually get to know each other

So there you both were, lounging in a poolside conversation pit just watching the stars and getting wrapped up in deep and meaningful conversation (all elevated by some trees you scored from one of your friends to smoke😌)

Okay so maaaybe you both got really into the moment. AND MAAAYBE you ended up having fucking COSMIC high sex when you both ditched the party and headed back to your place. BUT WHAT MATTERED MOST is that you really love this guy and he loves everything about you😩

He admires you and loves your bold persona and lifestyle and you love his drive and will to just exist and perform unapologetically

Johnny is a man that loves to give affirmations, he absolutely loves to praise you and give compliments whenever he can. He was over at your apartment once helping you rearrange your living room, and you were hanging up a painting that you got recently and hung it up crooked on accident....this man said that the crookedness adds 💫character💫 to the room....😗.......chile.......anyways........

You love the fact that he is actually a hopeless romantic so you don't feel cheesy when asking him out on a stroll in the park or to go stargazing, most of the time he beats you to it actually!

You are convinced Johnny is obsesssssed with your apartment. He always jumps at the opportunity of you inviting him over because you make it such a safe space. He writes a lot of his music over in this one corner of your bedroom where you managed to fit a green velvet corner sofa, next to this big window that overlooks other apartments and the city skyline.

You also have a collection of memoirs and other books that you hold dear to you and he very much enjoys laying his head in your lap while you read to him and then discuss thoughts and interpretations about each chapter. You usually follow up these literature hours by blazing some herbs while you play a few choice records. That's a typical Sunday evening for you guys.

The support you two have for each other is OFF THE CHARTS. You show up and show out for EVERY one of his shows and you'd always tell your friends, and then they'd tell their friends and the chain continues.

Johnny is in your boutique Every Other DAY. Either by himself or with one of the boys and it's worse than before now that you've given him a pass to inventory. He buys the good shit before you can even get them onto the shelves and hangers😖

He also finds it hot that you can flip the sign on the dressing room doors to occupied (he likes to see how quiet you can stay when he-....you know😉)

Did I already say that he loves everything about you? BECAUSE HE DOES. You're like a- in his words, "fucking ANGEL that was sent down as a pardon in this cruel world💞"

He absolutely adores your skin and loves to watch you take care of it, and he loves when you wash and take care of your hair as well and even asks to help you out sometimes. His favorite thing ever is helping you put curlers in and massaging your scalp with oil or grease, it feels like you're getting a spa treatment to him and honestly, it kinda makes him feel like he doesn't do anywhere NEAR enough to keep his hair healthy like he should.

He loves your smile and how you laugh at some of the shittiest jokes and even things that people wouldn't understand. Your occasional jists of sarcasm always get him too.

He also likes to hold you. There will sometimes be random points in the day where he won't say a word, just walk up behind you and rest his head on your back. You never question it, you find it wholesome and endearing. And sometimes you do the same thing. He could be in the middle of practicing on his guitar and you'll just lay your head on his shoulder and he'll put everything aside just to give you his attention because he feels you deserve that much, and then some.

You both have a passion for many interests and a passion for each other and that's why you work so well together

Call it cliche if you WANT but you were literally MADE for one another💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

[onlyhorn]

It took a bit of time, but it the alcohol had run its course through Eira's system and she was finally coming down from the stupor. It had been much of the usual, a frustrated bluster of emotion and chastising of random folks that had been at the tavern. Now she was back in her room, with the escort from Sera. They'd sat down together to talk a bit, but almost abruptly Eira has fallen asleep, and into Sera's lap. It's peaceful, and her captain is smiling happily.

@silverflcme

There are four universal constants that Sera would never be able to forget.

1) Bacchus is the loudest burping man in all the four major kingdoms.

2) Arthur can’t go a single conversation without reciting poetry.

3) Trent can’t go a single night out at a tavern without convincing Arthur to drink more than he should.

4) Eira is not allowed to get drunk outside of her or Raina’s supervision.

And unfortunately for Raina, she happened to be pre-occupied, meaning that it was Sera’s duty to be the so called ‘designated sober friend’ of the night for her Captain. Granted, she had not initially intended for it to be that way, because even though Eira had told her that she was going to attend the tavern with her knights tonight, she hardly expected her to drink as much as she did...

But, several drinks later, and a lot of raucous slurring, burping, hiccuping, and unneeded chastising later, Sera had finally decided that it would be within her captain’s best interest to return to her room before she made a fool out of herself. She didn’t put it that way, verbally, but it was suggested and, despite her brief resisting and pleads that she’s ‘fine’ and ‘totally not drunk’, Sera was stubborn enough to coax her out, and when she wouldn’t stop talking, she lightly shoved a piece of honey bread into her mouth to keep her busy while she guided her off.

Now she was back in her captain’s room, sat her down on her bed and moved to seat herself beside her. Most of what Eira was talking about happened to be the most nonsensical things that she’s ever heard. At first, it was complaining about some of the taverngoers who she thought ‘looked at her funny’ and ‘how DARE they have the audacity to think that I was DRUNK,’ but then strayed away from that topic and onto other things, like how much she appreciates her own knights, how much she likes to spend time around her, and Bacchus, Trent, Arthur, and Raina, despite the first two being literal handfuls to take care of when they got off their rockers and started drinking like there’s no tomorrow.

But, just as Sera is in the middle of reminiscing herself, she notices that Eira had suddenly collapsed right onto her lap.

She was already out like a light, before she had even managed to say anything.

 “ Eira..? “

Her voice was quiet, which didn’t quite do anything to wake her from her spontaneous naptime. Eira was definitely fast asleep, and no amount of jostling-- unless she were to pap her face to get her awake again maybe -- would get her up.

... Though, would she want to wake her up? She looks so peaceful like this. Her cheeks are still flushed red from the alcohol, and her eyes, though lidded, held no strain on them. She looked about as peaceful as can be after a night of debauchery.

What kind of friend would she be if she didn’t allow her to have that kind of nap? Though, on her lap of all things? It was... asking a bit much, wasn’t it?

But it’s not like she can complain.

After all, it made it easier for her to gently stroke her head, combing fingers through her silver hair while she sleeps. Sera doesn’t have an opportunity to do this often - to be able to dote on someone like this, while they’re asleep on her lap? She is, admittedly, quite cute when she’s asleep like that.

Sadly, she knows that Eira will probably remember none of what they just discussed prior to her sleeping like this. While Sera debated falling asleep like this as well, she knew that such a thing would be in poor tastes, especially after a night of drinking. So after a few hours of sitting there, appreciating her presence and reminiscing over things that she had yet to speak with her about, Sera lightly shifts her so that she’s more adequately positioned on her bed, tucks her in, and snuffs out the small candlelight that had almost burned through the entirety of its wax casing. Afterwards, she makes her way out of her room, closing the door behind her in such a way that it doesn’t wake her up. When she turns around, she lets out a huff, stares at the ceiling for a few seconds, then begins to make her way back to her room.

She doesn’t usually end the night with a smile, but tonight’s different. She felt pretty satisfied, for a change.