#This season sits in my brain rent free

[seashoes]

Let’s (not) get married

[headfullofpresley]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 4,5K

Summary: You and Elvis are always playing pranks on each other. This Halloween, you come up with a prank that goes horribly wrong as Elvis doesn't think it's so funny and gets genuinely upset. But like always, your partner eventually comes around and gets his revenge.

Warnings: strong language, playing with a ouija board, fake demonic possession, mentions of the devil, elvis being upset, elvis calling reader a bitch, pranks that you probs shouldn't use on other people, tiny bit of angst, reader and larry gellar disliking each other. guess that's it?

A/N: hello, hi! i guess this isn't really spooky but felt like it fit the season! there's pranks in this that i don't advise you to use on anyone unless that's you're kind of humor. wrote this in an hour or so because it randomly popped into my mind and well... i thought it was funny 👀. just want to make clear that this is in no way me making fun of elvis' spirituality in any way, nor is reader, if some people might think thatttt or if it comes across as that. just wanted to write something else rather than a vamp!elvis fic like my brain already was thinking about for halloween, AAAAH. also, this doesn't include all members of the mm or any of the other guys because i didn't know where to place them. okay, bye. p.s: be a smart cookie and don't use a ouija board.

Elvis didn’t care for Halloween.

Never did when he was young and never did as he was growing into an adult. Sure, when he was a little boy and his friends would drag him along to go trick or treating he could appreciate the free candy, but that was about it. After complaining about the people in scary costumes on the street when he was around 7, his mother stopped him from going out on All Hallow’s Eve and he appreciated her doing so.

As he got older, he’d usually be working on the last day of October and whenever he wasn’t, he would rent out the Memphian and watch horror movies with the guys, other friends and some of his fans. He enjoyed playing pranks and scaring the shit out of the people around him, but that’s where celebrating Halloween ended for Elvis.

His Christianity or beliefs didn’t have anything to do with it. He simply preferred holidays that involved lots of homecooked foods, spreading joy, giving gifts and being surrounded by his loved ones. Like Thanksgiving and especially, Christmas.

You on the other hand are obsessed with Halloween. You always put a lot of effort in your costumes and Elvis allowed you to put carved pumpkins by the front door with a lit candle inside of it, but he wouldn’t celebrate with you in any other way than watching movies. You were too old to go trick or treating, so you were happy when Lisa Marie was over at Graceland on some Halloween evenings to do so with her, but this year she unfortunately was in California with her mother.

 

This Halloween you put little effort into your costume, opting for a black cat suit with a tail, some drawn on whiskers that complimented the dark eye make-up you were sporting, and a pair of black cat ears. Elvis wasn’t complaining because you looked smoking hot in it, but he wasn’t aware that you chose this simple outfit because you had bigger plans for tonight that involved… well, let’s say, a lot of action.

After watching a few movies at the Memphian with Elvis, some fans and the guys, you all made it back to Graceland. It was only around 1 in the morning which was early for the bunch you were living with, so nobody was tired yet. Which was good, because you and Charlie Hodge had come up with the perfect prank to play on Elvis and the two of you managed to convince everyone to get involved in it.

The only one who wasn’t up for it was Larry Gellar and you were slightly worried that he’d out your little plan and ruin the whole thing. You were praying that he’d just go home already, but much to your chagrin, he was sitting on the couch and conversing with Elvis, not looking as if he’d leave any time soon. You were just going to have to risk it.

“Let’s play a game!” You chirped happily as you held up a plastic bag, pulling off your cat tail and throwing it by the side of the couch. ���I found this today at the store. The sales girl told me it’s the perfect game to play during Halloween, because then you know it really works,”

Elvis watches with curiosity as you pull a large box out of the bag, turning it around and showing him the front. As he realises you were holding up a ouija board, he was immediately intrigued. Ever the curious person, especially when it came to things about spirituality, Elvis slides to the edge of the couch and takes the box out of your hands, opening the lid to take the board out and inspect it.

“Hell no, I ain’t playin’ that,” Lamar immediately says as he glances at the board and you try to suppress a grin. His reaction was the one you told him to give. If Lamar would play, Elvis was going to take the chance to tease the hell out of him for a week straight because Lamar scared easily when it came to these things.

“Ah c’mon, Fike. It’ll be fun,” Elvis grins as he places the board in the middle of the coffee table. You give Charlie a quick thumbs up and he grins, agreeing to play the game. Sonny and Red agree as well, but Larry decides to sit this one out. You were happy about that and as you go around the living room to dim the lights and light some candles, you feel instantly annoyed when you hear Larry’s voice.

“Elvis, I don’t think this is a good idea. Playing with an object like that can be dangerous, you know?” Larry chimes in, looking at Elvis with worried eyes. Never really having liked Larry, you roll your eyes. Elvis doesn’t see it but Red does and he sticks his finger in his mouth, feigning a gag. The two of you silently laugh and you sit down on the floor by the table, Elvis sliding onto the floor next to you.

“It’s not dangerous, baby. It’s just a game,” you quickly tell Elvis as Larry once more expresses his concern. Elvis looks at Larry once more before he turns to you and grins, kissing the corner of your mouth as he grabs the planchet and puts it on the board. Larry gives you an annoyed glare and you ignore it, happy that he decides to retreat back into the kitchen. Joe sits back on the couch along with Billy to watch the game unfold, simply because there wasn’t enough space for more fingers on the planchet.

 

“You sneaky sonofabitch. You’re the one movin’ that thing!” Elvis exclaims in slight annoyance as he glares at Sonny who sat on the opposite side of the table. Sonny widens his eyes, trying his best to hold back a laugh as he shakes his head.

“I swear to God, I ain’t doin’ it!”

You and Charlie exchange a knowing look. It was the two of you taking turns sneakily moving the planchet with the tips of your fingers, but Elvis didn’t notice a thing. He was too intrigued and focused on the words “it”, or in this case you, were spelling out. You hadn’t propeely opened communication or whatsoever, so the board wasn’t working at all. You believed that a ouija board could truly work if you wanted it to and you could communicate with… well, someone or something, but that wasn’t the intention for tonight.

You just wanted to play the prank of the century on your man like he has done to you so many times before.

All of you ask random questions at first that require simple answers. Then you decide to take matters further into your own hands and add up the dramatics a notch. You needed it to be spooky. Elvis doesn’t scare easily, the morgue trips he often makes with you were proof of that, and you want him to be terrified tonight.

“Someone dies tonight.”

All of you exchange uncomfortable glances, though only that of Elvis was real. He shifts a little on the floor and takes his finger off the planchet, accusing Charlie instead of Sonny now.

“Hodge, stop pullin’ my leg with this bullshit!” He huffs and Charlie widens his eyes, scared that you and him got caught, and just as he opens his mouth to defend his case, you speak up.

“Elvis! You’re not allowed to take your hands off of it without saying goodbye!” You grab his hand and bring it back to the board, putting his finger back on the planchet. He looks at you and scoffs, squinting his eyes.

“Oooh, I see. It’s you, ain’t it?”

You mentally curse yourself. Was your acting that bad? Shaking your head as you give him your most serious face, you tell him that it’s truly not you who is moving the planchet and before he can question you further, Charlie sneakily spells out something else.

“The girl.”

“That’s it. I ain’t playin’ no more. Say goodbye, goddamnit,” Elvis barks in annoyance. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud but he truly believed the planchet was moving by itself and spelling out these things. He was having fun when they started and asked random and silly questions, but now it was getting a little too serious for him.

A little too scary.

This thing was threatening your life and he felt a sense of paranoia fill his chest. What if you’d really die because of this stupid game?

No. No, you weren’t going to die. It’s just a game. It’s not real- he refuses to believe it’s real.

You quickly say goodbye along with everyone else, moving the planchet over the word before taking your hands off. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh and wrap your arms around Elvis’ neck as he leans back against the couch, crossing his arms after he shoved the board across the table. You giggle softly and hug him, planting kisses on his cheek.

“Stop that worryin’. It’s just a game, El, nothing is going to happen.”

Although he doesn’t believe you and is still worried, he slides his arms around your waist and pulls you onto his lap, hugging you back.

 

You spent the rest of the late evening playing some music and Elvis doing a spontaneous jam session, which got his mind off of that damned ouija board. After all, it was just a game. Nothing was going to happen and tomorrow afternoon, he’d wake up with you in his arms.

Alive and well.

But as you two got upstairs to his bedroom and got ready for bed, he wasn’t going to take no risks. There was a baseball bat leaning against the wall by the door and a hand gun laying atop of his Bible on the bedside table. You look at it as you got into bed where Elvis already was, sitting against the headboard with the TV on.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot a ghost?” You joke with a soft snort and he looks at you, simply nodding his head.

“Hell. I will if I have to,”

“My protector,” You swoon playfully as you run your fingers through his hair, laughing. He chuckles softly and sighs, kissing your lips before he allows you to settle in the bed. You pretend to watch some TV with him but couldn’t contain your excitement, curious to know what his reaction was going to be when the best part of the prank would play out.

Since you fell asleep pretty quick most of the time, Elvis didn’t think anything of it when he heard you lightly snoring as you had turned your back to him. He had his arm leaning across your hip, needing to touch you in one way or another, always. Unbeknown to him, you were wide awake and looking at the alarm clock on your side of the bed. You had told Charlie to give you twenty minutes before you’d set things into motion and as that amount of time had passed, you started off your little prank slow.

Ease Elvis into it, so to speak.

 

Pretending you were having a nightmare, you twitch lightly while mumbling some soft incoherent sentences, moaning uncomfortably. Elvis who was still wide awake moves his hand from your hip to your hair, caressing it soothingly as he sits up a little to look over at you. Figuring you’re still sleeping, he leans back against the headboard of the bed but only a split second later, you suddenly shoot up to sit in the bed. Startled, his heart skips a beat and he quickly sits up again too, moving some of your hair over your shoulder. He’s familiar with sleepwalking, but he has never seen you do it before. He knows not to wake someone when they’re in a state like this nor call out their name, but his worries grow by tenfold as your body slumps against him.

And then starts twitching and goddamn near convulsing as you throw your head back. He widens his eyes in shock as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your arms hanging limp by your side. Holding your frame, he tries to keep you still as he cups your face.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He slaps your cheek softly, unsure of what to do in a situation like this. He curses loudly as he reaches over to the phone on the bedside table, putting it to his ear as he calls downstairs and yells to whoever is on the other end of the line to come upstairs.

Like clockwork, Charlie comes running in not much later and feignes a gasp at the sight of your state. Elvis looks over at him, desperate for help.

“Goddamnit, Charlie, do somethin’!” Elvis yells as your body seems to be twisting and turning into uncomfortable positions, arching your back as you let out deep groans and grunts. You didn’t even know your voice could get that low, but you were impressed by yourself.

An eerie feeling washes over Elvis and he slowly lets go of you as you push yourself out of arms, standing on top of the bed. And then you just start… laughing.

Like an absolute maniac.

The sound sent shivers down Elvis’ spine and he quickly got off the bed, standing next to Charlie as they both look at you, unsure of what was happening. Well, at least one of them. Charlie was completely sucked up into his role though and he took a step back, fear in his eyes.

He was a damn good actor.

Something clicked inside of Elvis’ brain as you look at him with a menacing look in your eyes, smirking like the Devil himself just walked into the room.

That goddamned board.

“Get my Bible,” Elvis orders Charlie, never taking his eyes off of you. Charlie does as he’s told and grasps the Bible from the bedside table, handing it to Elvis. The singer takes off the necklace he was wearing with a cross pendant hanging on the silver chain and hands it to Charlie, looking at the smaller male.

“Put this on her forehead,”

“Elvis...” Charlie widens his eyes, holding onto the necklace and pretending to be terrified of going near you. “Can’t we.. can’t we just call an ambulance?!”

Charlie was going to do whatever Elvis told him to do anyways because it makes the situation seem more natural but even if he wouldn’t be acting, the glare that Elvis gives him is enough to have him sprint into action. He runs over to the bed and pulls you down, keeping you down on the mattress as he presses the cross against your forehead. As you look at Charlie, you have to try your damnest not to ruin things and laugh, but luckily you manage to stay in your role.

Writhing on the bed and trying to get out of Charlie’s grip with what truly is little effort but looks like a lot, you let out a bloodcurdling scream. Elvis comes closer to the bed while he is quickly reciting any kind of prayer he thinks might work, reading psalm after psalm. He’s taken back for a second when you did what Charlie and you rehearsed- kicking the brunette off of you and making him land on the floor. You swear you could hear Charlie chuckling, but Elvis is only focused on you.

Now you are the one that is taken back as he gets on top of you and grabs your wrists, holding them above your head as he’s still reciting prayers. He’s yelling at the non existent demon inside of you to get the hell out and Charlie has to muffle a laugh in the palm of his hand, curious about what you were going to do because neither of you expected this.

You felt a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat, so before it could come out, you stop writhing on the bed and drop your head to the side, pretending that the prayers worked and it has all come to an end. Elvis sat on top of you for a few more minutes until he releases your hands and gets up, closing his Bible. He watches you, ready to once more go into action as he sees you casually sit up and get up from the bed. He frowns a little as you walk over to Charlie and hook your arm through his, clearing your throat.

“The end.” You and Charlie gracefully bow, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter.

Until you notice one person in the room isn’t laughing.

Feeling the mood shifting in the room and as if a thunderstorm just passed over Graceland, you stop laughing as you see Elvis glaring at the both of you. You walk over to him as he throws his Bible on the bed and cup his face, but he’s quick to swat your hands away and get back into his bed.

“Elvis, c’mon. Don’t be mad, baby. We were just having a little fun,” you laugh softly, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, his blue eyes icy cold. You weren’t unfamiliar with that look but usually it was something more serious that brought it on and you never liked it.

But what you weren’t realising is that this was serious to Elvis. He thought he was going to lose you to some freaky demonic entity.

“Get out.” He simply states in a low voice, turning his head back to the TV that was still on. You look at Charlie and he gives you a little nod, taking you out of the room with him.

You succeeded in pranking the prank master, but you’re afraid you pushed him too far and that simply wasn’t worth it.

 

You figured Elvis would be over it by the day after Halloween and things would go back to normal. But then again, you know Elvis like the back of your hand and although you were not surprised by him ignoring you for a week straight, you were still hurt.

When he learned that all of the guys were involved in your little prank, he let them have a piece of his mind and that was that. But you were walking on eggshells. He even made you sleep in Lisa Marie’s bedroom for that entire week.

By Sunday night, you were fed up with it. Maybe you had taken things too far, but it was just idiotic that he wouldn’t even let you sleep in the same bed as him.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” He snaps as he watches you burst into the bedroom and get into the bed next to him, fluffing your pillow.

“What does it look like?” Maybe you don’t have the right to be annoyed with him, but you are. He knows how much you hate to be ignored and you’ve been worrying yourself all week with all sorts of doom scenarios, like him ending the relationship.

He grabs your arm to pull you out of bed but you sit up and pull your arm out of his grasp, the words flying rapidly off your tongue. “Good God, Elvis. I’ve told you I’m sorry about a thousand times, but you don’t wanna hear it! You haven’t spoken a word to me in a week. At least yell at me, be angry with me, do something!”

His nostrils flare as his jaw clenches and he sits up more straight, turning his body into your direction.

“You want me to yell? Be angry? Fine!” He barks harshly, his loud rich voice booming off the walls. “I thought I was gon’ fuckin’ lose you that damn night! I thought you really were gon’ die, Y/N. That there was some sonofabitch inside of ya who was takin’ ya away from me. If you think that’s so hilarious, well hell, then you really are an evil bitch,”

You weren’t hurt by him calling you a bitch. You and Elvis fought enough times in the past that involved ugly name calling but you always made up minutes later. It never lasted for days. But learning that he was truly afraid of losing you in that moment causes your heart to clench uncomfortably in your chest. You feel a pang of guilt in your gut and your shoulders slump, tears burning in your eyes as you could see a tear rolling down Elvis’ cheek. He quickly wipes it away and looks at the TV set, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Elvis, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” You exclaim breathlessly as you crawl closer to him and hide your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His body tenses up but then he quickly relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around your frame, placing one hand on the back of your head to press you firmer against him. “i didn’t mean to scare you like that, I really didn’t. I just thought it would be a fun prank for Halloween. I never thought it’d turn out like this.”

It was never your intention to truly hurt Elvis or emotionally scare him. Deep down inside, Elvis knows this and he feels a little guilty about giving you the cold shoulder for a week, but he doesn’t feel the need to apologize to you for that. Instead, he accepts your apology with a long tender kiss and then cups your cheeks as he looks into your eyes.

“You can prank me, baby, jus’… no more pranks like that, okay?” He whispers as he brushes some hair out of your face, thumbing a tear away from the corner of your eye. You nod, promising him that you’ll never do something like this again and keep it at small pranks only.

 

That same night, you and Elvis stand outside at the back of Graceland, watching the ouija board melt into mush in the firepit.

He wasn’t going to take any chances and forbids you to play with a board like that for the rest of your life. You have no problem promising him that you will never touch another ouija board again and content with your answer, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks at the flames.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Little,” he whispers as he presses his nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before he kisses your head. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold him close as you nod, resting your head against his chest. “I can’t lose ya. Ever.”

“I promise, Elvis,” you say as you raise your head and look up at him, kissing his chin. “You’ll never lose me. Even the Devil can’t take me away from you.”

He grins at your words and pecks your lips, but then he pulls his head back and looks past you, frowning. Curious, you look over your shoulder and a hot feeling of fear immediately spreads throughout your chest, widening your eyes as you see two man wearing scary wolf masks stalking toward you and Elvis.

It was only you and your boyfriend at the house tonight, but still when one of the men grabs you and a few others that came from the other side of the premises grab Elvis, you scream at the top of your lungs for help. It doesn’t do much and your vision is taken from you as you’re being blindfolded, a hand being placed firmly over your mouth.

You were thrown in the back of a car and after driving for what felt like hours, you were being lifted out of the car. You couldn’t speak as one of the men had shoved what you guessed was a tie in your mouth because you wouldn’t stop cussing at them in the back of the car. You were surprised they hadn’t knocked you unconscious yet.

You were terrified of what was to come, but more so you were worried sick about Elvis. The last thing you had seen were a couple of masked maniacs overpowering him and dragging him away. Having no idea where he was or if he was even still alive, you were determined to break free and get out of where ever you were.

You needed to get to Elvis. The thought of never seeing him again made your head spin, feeling like you were about to either faint or be ill.

Despite your inner turmoil, you didn’t stop fighting your kidnappers. Not even as you were being placed on a chair, your hands tied behind your back and your ankles tied together. As the fabric was pulled out of your mouth, you were about to scream again until your blindfold was taken off. As your eyes adjust to your surroundings, you widen your eyes when you see Elvis and the Memphis Mafia standing in front of you, all wearing shit eating grins.

You realise you’re sitting in the pool room.

The guys all burst out into rumbling laughter, Elvis included, and he bends down to be at your eye level, his hands placed on his knees as he grins.

“Honey, I’m gon’ say this once and for all,” he bites his lip as he laughs, that mischievous little boy gleam in his eyes. “Don’t prank the master.”

You sarcastically laugh along with him as he unties you, glaring at Lamar who was having an uncontrollable fit of giggles when he tells you you should’ve seen yourself when him and Sonny were driving you around the block to make you think you were being taken somewhere else.

You stand up from the chair as Elvis has let you free and grab a poolstick from the wall. Red snickers.

“We should probably start runnin’ now, huh?”

“Yup.” Elvis smirks, popping the ‘P’ as he shoves the guys out of the way and starts making a run for it. You were immediately hot on all of their heels, your main suspect being Elvis, as you yell profanities at them while trying not to laugh.

Both you and Elvis know that this was only the start of what would become a very, very long prank war and you’re determined to take his title away from him, although you doubted you’d succeed at that.

As long as it didn’t involve ouija boards and any kind of demonic possession, Elvis was ready for whatever you had planned for him. But just to be absolutely sure, he made a mental reminder to have Lisa Marie stay at Graceland for Halloween next year so he could benefit of the free candy and admire your matching costumes with his daughter rather than thinking he was going to have to give you up to the Devil.

Because one way or another, he would shoot the sonofabitch.

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[curioussubjects]

Feedback Fest 2024

Since everything I've read for the past 1.5 years has been pilots, all 10 of the fics here are Kara/Lee from Battlestar Galactica. I'm only listing one fic per author, so be sure to check individual author pages if you liked their style.

(go here over on @transformativeworks for more info!)

1. In the Whole World by pennyante (M, ~80K, WIP)

Summary:

The Cylons aren't quite human, and the humans haven't quite forgiven them. Political stability is less certain than ever now that the war is over: Lee Adama finds himself up for re-election, where being defeated will mean a Gemenese theocracy puppeteered by Leoben Conoy. Meanwhile, Kara Thrace has nothing but questions about her death and destiny. The only answers available come in the form of the vision of a temple, and from her hybrid/comatose husband's cryptic ramblings about a sister artifact to the Arrow of Apollo.

There's violence in the air. Civil war looms. Can Lee and Kara save each other, and keep the fledgling colony whole?

Thoughts: The best season 4 fix-it, lives in my head rent free, rewired my brain, etc. Also I've read it, like, 3 times (and I cried).

2. We're Not Friends by ninety6tears (M, ~25K)

Summary:

When two soldiers in the middle of a war can't seem to like each other, baptism by fire is apparently the natural solution. (AU in which Kara never knew Zak and first meets Lee after the fall of the colonies.)

Thoughts: I love a different first meeting AU, and this one takes pilots on a fun rivals to lovers spin that works surprisingly well. They're still very unwell about each other, though, make no mistake.

3. Artemis Rising by clairza (M, ~11K)

Summary:

The next morning Lee makes a few phone calls, and when everything has been organized and his credit card has been used for the first time in three months, and he’s had the pleasure of telling his mother that no, he has plans this week, he tracks Kara down in the quad. 

She's lying on her stomach poking sticks upright in the grass. He sits down beside her, and he can see the tension in her shoulders.

“So,” he says casually, and he’s very proud of the way his voice doesn’t shake at all. “I hear the Aegean Peninsula is nice this time of year.”

“It probably is.”

“I’ve booked a unit.”

“Where are you going with this, Lee?” Thoughts: I have a huge soft spot for fluffy academy pilots and this fic absolutely delivers. Happy baby pilots go to the beach five stars no notes.

4. An Arranged Meeting by lark_ral (E, ~11K)

Summary: Even outside of wartime, you might be surprised by the pressures our service men and women are under. The most effective among them either have, or need a release valve. Thoughts: Lee and Kara are scene partners for years, then the Cylons come. Somehow less messy than the show, but still delicious.

5. Rota by leda13 (E, ~2K)

Summary: The days are arbitrary, in space. Bereft of the guide of a planet's rotation around the sun, they live in slices of time, stealing as many as they can. Thoughts: Emotional support curtain fic of pilots sneaking around.

6. Sufficient to the Day by rachelindeed (T, ~1.5K)

Summary: At the sound of Lee’s voice, she feels her stomach twist and drop. Reluctantly, she opens her eyes and sees him come to a stop an arm’s length away, settling one elbow onto the corner of the bleacher behind her. His jacket is unbuttoned, his hair mussed, jaw ghosted with stubble, and the frakking sun is rising behind him. The look on his face is casual and fond, but he breathes as if he’s been running. Thoughts: Mandatory UB morning after fix-it...sort of. I really like this one because all I wanted was for Lee to get to Kara first. Or for him to call her bluff. This fic is both. It's not a showdown on main street like I enjoy joking about, but it's quiet and it's them (so it's better!).

7. Contrecoup by Fahye (T, ~2.2K)

Summary:

Contrecoup (n): A concussion or shock produced by a blow or other injury, in a part or region opposite to that at which the blow is received, often causing rupture or disorganisation of the parts affected. (One story told right-way-up, the other told upside-down, but both in the same narrative.)

We begin at a single point in time. The present goes forwards. The past goes backwards.

The story is AU-within-canon and set after episode 1x11, "Colonial Day."

Thoughts: I can't say too much because I don't want to spoil the fic. So: a bit angsty, a lot sweet, with a side of Kara's amazing problem-solving skills.

8. Lee's Emo Coffeehouse by haycorn (M, ~2.9K)

Summary: Lee has a bar, and sometimes Kara makes his life more interesting. Thoughts: I love cute modern AUs in general, and I love them even more when there's pining involved. There's not nearly enough of this type of fic for pilots, either! Many thanks to the author for their service. Would read 100K of this 'verse.

9. Breathing Room by callmeonetrack (M, ~12K)

Summary: Kara and Lee adjust to their new, very separate lives on the Pegasus. Badly.

Thoughts: My favorite Pegasus fic! Being on the Pegasus sucks, but then Lee and Kara find each other and things get better. Chef's kiss, peak pilots.

10. And I Feel Fine by hazellazer (M, ~2.4K)

Summary:

“That was… that… why?”

Her hands stay firmly on his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I was just thinking—”

Cutting her off, he smirks. “You think?”

She swats at his arm, hard enough that it might actually bruise. “I thought you were dead, Lee.” Her gaze is harsh on his, voice rasping, before something softens. “And I should’ve done this the second I knew you weren’t.” Thoughts: Season 1, but Lee and Kara are together. It's nice, refreshing, and plain good.

[yanderefarm]

Love Letter One (The Meta Version)

Dear Yanderefarm,

I LOVE EMIL HIS CHARACTER CONCEPT IS FANTASTIC. The idea of being in a hierarchy were you are a lower rank in the system, but a higher ranked individual basically scruffs you and sits you on top of that hierarchy bc they love you? Top Tier.

I also sincerely appreciate your total lack of specification regarding the time period Emil rules. In one story, there's a old timey merchants guild, but photographs also exist?? Peak. The ability to put him in scenarios where both magic and technology can exist is perfect, especially for horn contexts.

You want feminization? You can put him in a slutty dress but add magic and Bam! Tits and pussy to match, baby!

You want hypno or dumbification? Substitute a pocket watch for a magical artifact that drains the brain, or a sci-fi brainwashing visor that can lock unto his face!

You wanna punish him? Pick between a high tech fucking machine, or a good old time in the stocks being a free use toy! Maybe even both?

Pet play? Magic that bitch up some ears and a tail! (Bunny Boy Emil, Anyone?)

Anyways, the possibilities are endless, and that's a good part of why I like Emil so much. Another part is just his demeanor. Literally only Ajax has anywhere NEAR as much ego as Emil, and even then, Ajax gets nervous and flustered pretty easy once you starting coming on strong.

Emil though, Emil stays smug. He's got the ego, but he also knows and accepts the fact that he'd like nothing more than to service you all day every day. He enjoys being dommed, and while you can get him flustered and crying, it takes work; it takes effort.

That, or it takes nothing at all. And that dichotomy enraptures me . He's so proud, but he's on his knees for you in front of the whole court the second you ask. He's so vicious, but he can handle you so gently. He's so strong and stoic that it can make him brittle, prone to snapping. He's so egocentric that he thinks you'll never pick anyone else, but seeing other people around you makes him jealous.

Anyways, all this to say you write amazingly complex characters and I love them. Can't wait for the Season 2 Boys!

(P.S. Actual love letter to Emil himself coming soon)

-🎠 Anon

this is so sweet!!! ur so nice thank u 😘

if you like emil try: romantic fantasy manhwas bc you will immediately see that he borrows a lot of tropes from them. the mad tyrant thats actually a big softie for his wife is an entire trope itself.

im a big fan of the political drama in rofan manhwa like yes give me trade disagreements and noble factions vying for power and ridiculous crown prince nonsense. i know that if i had the will to write a whole novel with emil that it would chocked full of all the ramifications of marrying a lower stationed prince of a kingdom known for neutrality. the short term ramifications like homophobic old noblemen "you can't marry a boy what about your heir!!!" and more politically powerful female suitors who hate you for getting in the way of them grabbing more power. and the long term ramifications like your kingdom being forced against it's will to give up decades of neutrality with a king woefully unfit to be in charge and despises you for saving his life and the theocracy next door ready to knock down the doors and behead your husband for daring to claim some divine origin and blaspheme their God's name. this kind of thing lives in my brain rent free i love it.

also yeah!! its a fantasy world so time period accuracy is unimportant. i was going to have it be more accurate to a medieval time period but like. that's not fun. so i decided there's magic so you can have modern things but they're all just powered by magic. magic communicators, magic teleportation, magic cameras, magic aphrodisiacs.

honestly all of my work has a certain level of magical realism for the sake of horny. like aphrodisiacs and drugs don't really work the way i want them to but because i want them to work a certain way they do. surely if you actually did the things to achilles that are fun he would die but he doesn't because i don't want him to. like idc if it would probably kill a man irl its fun and horny so it doesn't.

emil's ego makes him so fun. like ajax wouldn't immediately proudly declare that he's the best dick sucker. emil would. he's proud and haughty. he's the greatest king. but being proud makes him more fragile because his heart is more weak. he falls in love much easier than he pretends to. like i love when his pride falls and he's just desperate to keep you close to him even if that means completely degrading and humiliating himself. he's cute.

im glad you like him so much he's really fun to write and i love his tropes

[hylianfury]

So.... I may actually come out of my cove at some point. I have a house, I have a job, I have medications, and despite being exhausted all the time I'm... happy? I just miss the fandom.

Zelda wise... I do admit I'm not having a fun time with totk. It's too much. My brain barely handled one open world in botw and it felt... better, somehow, more cohesive? three maps are genuinely sending my brain in overdrive whenever I try to continue it.

I also ended up replaying Oracle of Ages and Oracle of Seasons and now they have a big portion of my brain, sitting there rent free.

for the rest... I am rereading all my fanfictions, I want to restart writing, it's just been... a while since I put anything down into words and it's being more complex than I expected? It just doesn't flow naturally as it used to do.

Sunstone is... still in hiatus here because I hate anything I draw and it's being... intense? I guess it's natural after more than a year without doodling anything.

So... yeah, still alive.

[kyliafanfiction]

I know this may seem rich coming from me, since at least 50% of this blog is complaints and bitching by volume, but enjoying something is a choice. You can choose to enjoy a thing, warts and all, or you can let the warts consume your enjoyment.

Nothing will be perfect. No perfect book, no perfect game, no perfect show. I'm not saying 'settle' or 'never criticize' - again, this blog is at least 50% complaints by volume - but ultimately, you have to decide:

Are you going to enjoy the thing, while also admitting flaws, or just let your hate for those flaws consume your entire perception of the thing.

Or of course, you can set it aside, but this is about the things we can't set aside. The books or shows or games or w/e that just won't leave our brains no matter what.

And if you can't just set it aside and move on, like a rational, sane person would (or so I hear, haven't meant many of those in my time here in fandom and on tumblr), or you can choose to... just hate. Just bitch. Just refuse to like it, and stew. Just... stew.

And the thing is, I don't actually do that. I don't stew. With the exception of my endless rage at Captain America, who continues to squat rent free in a corner of my brain, I actually don't spend much time in my real life focusing on what I don't like about the things I love, or enjoy, or otherwise consume my life and brain. I have things I don't like about my favorite book serieses (What is the plural of series?), or my favorite shows, or my favorite games. Things that bug me, things that annoy me, things that make me wanna pull my hair out.

And when I bitch about them here on tumblr, it's 'I had the thought, I bitch, I move on'. When I have a whole string of them, it's because I'm consuming the thing actively, and I'm venting about whatever annoys me. But if I genuinely hate or can't stand the thing... 99.99% of the time, I just stop. I stop reading, I stop watching, I stop playing. If there's nothing or not enough drawing me in... I quit. Boom. Done.

Because, at the end of the day, I choose to enjoy. That game that I love to pieces and that so many people make snarky videos about how much it sucks compared to the earlier 'good' part of the series? Or about how the game's developers suck because... other game developer did 'basically the same game' better? (When, 75% it's entirely different and not comparable, or actually didn't do the thing better, just different in a way that appealed to the other person's idiosyncratic tastes) Or that book that's trash that sooooo many people insist X or Y or Z did a better version of? That show that 'became garbage' because of a choice you're still butthurt over five seasons later?

I can give you chapter and verse about what's wrong with them. The little things, the big things, the minor annoyances, the quality of life changes, the big picture sweeping reworks I wish we'd had. The stuff that has left me up mad at night when I really can't control myself. The things that I understand why the creator(s) did the way they did, even if I don't agree, and the things that, to this day, I still don't grasp the motivation behind.

And yeah, sometimes those things bubble up to the front of my mind, and sit there for a while, despite my best efforts.

But frankly? I refuse to let that shit stick with me forever (again, Cappy-Fucker excepted, and for the record, I don't like that my hate for him is so deep-seated). I have shit to do. Books to read (again). Games to play (again). Shows to watch (again).

I'm not going to let my hate or annoyance run the show.

I'm going to choose to enjoy it, god fucking damnit.

[cassierobinsons]

You’re so fucking right about IWTV this next season is going to kill me just the clip of armand being like Lestat Lestat Lestat Lestat it’s been living rent free they’re such a goddamn mess like the jump from of course OF COURSE to I HEARD YOUR HEARTS DANCING like oh my god and they had a kid??? Just insane that ending where Louis says armand is the love of his life but he couldn’t bring himself to burn lestat???? It’s been eating my brain

(context)

DJSJDH YEAH. YEAH THAT'S EXACTLY HOW IWTV MAKES ME FEEL. I watched it when it first came out and despite rarely rewatching anything ever, I immediately jumped at the chance to watch it again when it started airing on BBC2 a couple months back. god it’s even crazier the second time around i was sitting there wondering why everyone and their mum wasn't talking about this show at all times of the day. Every element of it is firing on all cylinders and they should’ve thrown every emmy in existence at jacob anderson.

i was talking about this with a friend last year but like. It’s not that i think queerbait > canon gay is a universally awful take; a lot of the time i think it’s true. The plausible deniability that queerbait provides means the rest of the narrative can be as messy and complex as it likes. It’s just that if the universe gives you a show about a gay black vampire and his melodramatic cheating french life partner as well as his biracial daughtersister who violently hates her white stepdadbrotherinlaw and you still haven’t watched it 18 months after its release… do you even want canon queerness? 🤔 SLASH HALF-JOKING but like. Come on. Put some effort into engaging with the narratives you claim to want to see!

Anyway yeahhhhh i think about the final episode so much. It’s fucking crazy. He literally cradled lestat’s corpse.

[dontmindme2600]

Hi again......If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

OH MY GOD I’D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE BECAUSE MY BAD BECAUSE I LEFT THIS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS AND TOTALLY FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS!! Anyways, top 7, in no particular order:

Hunter x Hunter: I’m not as into this as I was in middle school but it’s never left my mind. Definitely my favorite shonen, Togashi’s originality with the series is really refreshing. (I also love Yu Yu Hakusho by him!!) As weird as it gets the characters and story are always a blast to follow. The villains also go hard. I finished the 2011 anime and I have up to volume 13 of the manga! I’d love to catch up fully since it’s being updated again, but haven’t gotten around to it yet. It’s something that I’ve always been inspired by even if I don’t want to make something that’s gonna be EXACTLY like it anymore lol.

Cowboy Bebop: I tried to limit myself to one (1) Shinichiro Watanabe anime for this list, but his other stuff fucks as well. I love Spike. (bet you never would’ve guessed!!) It’s hard to put into words in a way that doesn’t sound incredibly dumb. But. Every character introduced has their own unique worldview, backstory, flaws, etc. It sounds so fucking stupid because yeah, that’s what a character is supposed to have?? But this anime does that REALLY well?? I think what I’m trying to say is that the show does a great job of presenting different lifestyles and perspectives without worrying about making the audience uncomfortable. The anime is all about human connections and how they impact the characters and I LOVE that. It was also pretty moving to me, lots of great emotional moments. The episode where they find Faye’s old cassette recording and the one with Gren’s death will always stay with me. (Also the Andy one, but only because I think it’s funny as hell.) Watanabe is my favorite anime director ever and if you love Bebop I recommend checking out some of his other stuff as well! (Also props to an anime director that isn’t afraid of diversity in his character designs)

Witch Hat Atelier: I’m not nearly as caught up with this as I would like to be but!!! I love the writing, worldbuilding, and characters. I wish more manga were like this. Not like, aesthetically, but like quality wise. Everything is done really well and the art and paneling is GORGEOUS omfg. Also Kamome Shirahama is a very cool and progressive person and it’s just nice to read a manga by someone like her. I’m hyped as hell for the anime and can’t wait to see WHA reach a larger audience!! (Even with all the bad stuff it may bring, lmao)

Invader Zim: This one is probably the most different from the rest of the list lol. I’ll rewatch a few episodes of this every once in a while. It’s one of the only shows I watch that actually makes me laugh out loud. I also don’t think I’ve really seen anything else like it??? Sure there’s stuff that’s it’s pretty similar to but you cant really say, “wow, this is exactly like ____!” which is super cool. There’s not a major character in the show that I can say I hate or even just am neutral on, I love them all. I’m not usually a fan of stuff the gross-out humor it does, especially in the first season, but just about everything else about it just lives in my brain rent free. I think it’s a really unique and funny show and I just vibe with it stylistically as well. Seriously, I love the art style and just overall,,, edgy vibe. I absolutely do not care that it’s a kid’s show and I unironically think it’s super cool lmao. I know should probably check out some of Jhonen’s other stuff but I haven’t done that yet…

The Ace Attorney Trilogy: This one is more so just Shu Takumi in general. It’s a hard choice because I love Apollo Justice as well, and I also considered Ghost Trick (also by Takumi) but Agh!! The trilogy is the most iconic to me so I’m going with that. I just love seeing and interacting with all the unique characters the series has to offer. I’ve always liked how Takumi isn’t afraid to stray away from the generic skinny anime designs for his characters, it makes his characters feel very unique and memorable. He seems to be against having most of his characters be one dimensional, giving them their own struggles and aspirations, regardless of if they’re a “silly” character or not. I love it! It makes them more memorable and enjoyable than many other visual novel characters to me. (Please remember that I also love Ghost Trick holy fuck it’s so good)

Yakuza 0: I’m going to be 100% for real and admit that I discovered this series because of a bunch of stupid clips I saw of it on YouTube. It wasn’t the dame da ne memes, this was before that. But like, clips of all the silly stuff you can do in game like dance, receive a chicken as a gift for winning at bowling, assign said chicken a position at your real estate business, etc. So I bought it on a whim looking for a laugh. And. Holy FUCK. I did not expect the actual real serious story of this game to hit me as hard as it did. Just a good, moving story. I was THOROUGHLY emotionally invested in both Majima and Kiryu’s storylines by like, chapter 2 for both of them. I think it made me cry?? The fact that you can experience both that and the stupid shit, on top of the fun combat, makes it an S tier game for me. I plan to continue with the rest of the series (so far I’ve gotten through Kiwami 1 and 2 and loved them) but 0 has so far been my absolute favorite.

Pokemon: It’s not a perfect series but I always find myself getting back into it for a while every year. I’ve been a fan since I was just old enough to read, what can else can I say? I don’t have a super deep reason for this it’s just something that’s always been comfortable and fun!! The worldbuilding, story, music, and characters, really shine through in some of my favorite games in the series. And regardless of story, the gameplay is always fun.

It’s hard for me to determine my favorite anything but for this I tried to go by:

-How often I ended up going back to these

-How much each work made an emotional impact on me (not just the deep stuff, can also include things like making me laugh)

-How much each of these inspired me (like as in inspired my art or made me think “I want to make something like that!!!”) I think I’ve thought to that at least once for everything in here! It’s actually kind of scary because they’re all so different-

I’m probably missing something here but this should give you an idea!! If I spend any longer on this I’m just gonna keep changing it lolllll

[ineffablegallyfreyanimpala221b]

It's been almost 24h since it's out, but I can't get over the trailer.

We've been waiting for this new season for so long, and everyday it's getting closer, it's getting more real. Like, since may 10th, we got so much new content, and the season is litterally released in 50 days.

But as much as I'm looking foward to watch it, I can't actually believe we're getting a new season, my brain won't process this fact until I'm sitting on my couch, watching the first episode.

It's a bit weird to explain, but it feels so... unreal to me? As if I'm gonna wake up and realize that it was just a dream. Even if it's getting more and more real everyday.

Anyway, three things:

-The whole "everything would be better if you were just near one particular person" is living rent free in my head.

-Muriel is so precious and I will cry if anything happens to them

-What the **** is that angel outfit that Crowley is wearing??? It's giving y2k/soccer mom vibes, I can't-

[soupernatural]

spn girlies: a fic masterlist by ao3 user dirtybackroad

…mary… some men are like mirrors (T, 2k) : what if mary got to go a little roxie hart for the night? let her cheat on john and kill a guy a little bit, y'kno? two discount lives (T, 1.4k) : in progress. my season 12 rewrite. mary’s back, but this time she’s gay. men of letters but without all the fuckin consent issues and absolutely no ketch. <3 taking careful aim (G, 1.5k) : teenage gay mary feat. some gender issues and gay weird girls in the woods learning how to shoot. lonely for words unspoken (T, >1k) : mary goes to ellen’s roadhouse for a visit post hunt. mary/ellen

…claire… a holy fire (G, 400) : holder of my favorite claire line: “claire sits in church. somewhere out there, an angel wears her father like a coat.” miss nothing miss everything (T, >1k) : gracefreak claire. hunting angels for their grace, taking what she wants from the world. a 600 word peek into an au that lives rent fucking free in my brain and i plan on writing more of.

destiel aus | destiel canonverse fics | misc. spn

[demonmary]

spn girlies: a fic masterlist by ao3 user dirtybackroad

...mary... some men are like mirrors (T, 2k) : what if mary got to go a little roxie hart for the night? let her cheat on john and kill a guy a little bit, y'kno? two discount lives (T, 1.4k) : in progress. my season 12 rewrite. mary’s back, but this time she’s gay. men of letters but without all the fuckin. consent issues and absolutely no ketch. taking careful aim (G, 1.5k) : teenage gay mary feat. some gender issues and gay weird girls in the woods learning how to shoot. lonely for words unspoken (T, >1k) : mary goes to ellen’s roadhouse for a visit post hunt. mary/ellen

...claire... a holy fire (G, 400) : holder of my favorite claire line: “claire sits in church. somewhere out there, an angel wears her father like a coat.” miss nothing miss everything (T, >1k) : gracefreak claire. hunting angels for their grace, taking what she wants from the world. a 600 word peek into an au that lives rent fucking free in my brain and i plan on writing more of.

[thatwheelchairchick]

11, 15, 20 for the ask game 🤍

11. What's something that lives in your brain rent-free, and you want everyone to know about the fandom/game/your fanworks?

The entirety of Gary's route lives in my brain, but I'm constantly reimagining changes to big moments in the game, like if Chelsea came in and spilled about something we didn't know about (like the Lottie/Gary kiss, as although it's not dealt with, it's partially revealed if you take the gem option) or if we had movie night for S1 etc.

16. Who are some of your favourite fan-creators/mutuals/etc?

For the writers, I can't imagine not mentioning @mrsbsmooth and @sparxaf because they're both incredible writers, and I read most of their stuff, even if I haven't played the season they're writing for. And while we have so many amazing writers in this fandom, they stand out so much to me.

For artists, it's only right to mention @beesandfigsart, who everyone adores as her art is incredible.

20. Your favourite underrated character?

I've already gushed about Tim, who sits in the top spot for me, but the next level below is probably Tom or Ciaran - they're not my usual type (personality-wise), but I do think they're underrated and deserve more fics... don't look at me, there's no way I could write them.

[lacontroller1991]

okay but you being and inviting joe to do one of those career-introducing talk for the class (i have no idea what those are called HAHA) and kids can't help but giggle because joe can't stop looking at you, unaware of lucy and sherry's knowing look 🤧

then the kids leave for lunch and when the classroom's empty, joe comes up behind you to wrap his arms you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"told you they'd like you." you mused, turning your head for a quick peck on his cheek, only to playfully move away when he pouts and purses his lips, silently demanding for another.

dorman mr pickett has popped up to say hello in my rent-free head, if you can't tell 🧎🏻‍♀️

I absolutely love this idea so much!!!! I also love the fact that Joe would be so into it, like I'm pretty sure that if you watch his face and eyes as he talks about it that his eye will literally shine.

I also think that he would definitely bring something like a weasel or something small in for the kids to look at and pet. Of course, when you're talking, everyone can see the total love and admiration on Joe's face as he watches you from the side (watch one kid come up and be like "when are you getting married" and Joe would be a blushing mess, because he was definitely going to propose sometime soon and Lucy and Sheridan know it).

Like I just absolutely love this man with all my heart. Joe is such a sweetheart and I NEED SEaSON 2 LIKE YESTERDAY!!!!! (Dorman is always living rent free in my head)

NOW I RAISE YOU

Career day with Gordo, teacher!reader dragging Gordo to class so her kids can meet a real life astronaut and the kids go crazy, asking him absurd questions like "have you been on Jupiter?" "Do you sneeze in space" because they're younglings and they don't know better but Gordo would sit down with the kids and answer each and every question.

And depending on the age of the kids (like lets say reader teaches preschool or kindergarten) I have a strong feeling Gordo would lift some kids in the air and make pretend rocket noises as the kids laugh in amusement.

But that's just some fluff brain rot

[kamijoxversailles]

I deliberately wrote it the way I did because I've known students here in Norway, where a public higher education is virtually free, who did not have to work beside their studies - not because the state loan we get is amazing, but because they had parents who paid their rent, so they could spend their monthly loan however they wished - and who still studied virtually 24/7.

Especially during exam season, people would sit and read and read and quiz themselves and believe it was worth it to forsake sleep in order to do well on their exams.

I wrote what I wrote because the students I have in my memory did not HAVE to study so late, or read so much; they had the freedom and time and finances to do it a healthy way - but their families and their professors and the books they loved as children - they all glorified the self sacrificing student, the hard working one who sacrifices all social life in order to focus on their studies, and therefore rises to the top of their class!

That student probably isn't exactly a lie. But they are very rare, and they're a student who will probably get burned out sooner or later, and will wake up one day and realize they don't have any friends, because they never prioritized it.

Yes, I agree. They're a student whose study is actively being sabotaged. But with the students I had in mind when writing those tags, it was very much self sabotage. They had the resources necessary to not have to do it like that, but they still did it - out of some misguided notion that working yourself into a nervous breakdown is morally superior.

Yes, this is a societal problem, absolutely, we are entirely agreed!!!

But I live in Norway. I have never lived in the United States of America, and while I feel deeply sorry for everyone who lives there and doesn't have filthy rich families, I do not, and will not ever, write from the perspective of the American student reality.

Norwegian public education is FAR from perfect!!! And we too glorify the student who works hard and diligently and doesn't really know when to quit.

But for me, this was NOT a tag that had anything to do with finances or a lack other resources that cause a student to have to work and only has time to study late in the evening.

My tag did not look down on people who don't sleep enough, because they have to study.

I rarely get enough sleep myself!

But what I meant with being bad students, is that they buy into the lie that in order to be a Good Student, you SHOULD study every second of free time you have, and gladly sacrifice sleep for your studies. Buying into the lie that studying all the time = morally superior/better than students who only set off like, one hour a day to study, and focus on other things too (like sleep, working out, socializing, watching a film, reading a book they WANT to read, etc).

Media and older relatives, here at least, paint a picture that the first student is a Good Student, while the second one is a Lazy Student, a bad one, and that they could become one of the Good Students if they only studied harder!!!

And that is the image I want to change. You are not being a "bad student" for taking breaks and moving and getting enough sleep. On the contrary, you're being a rather bad student if you CHOOSE to sacrifice sleep because you think it makes you better than the ones who did sleep. And people have been known to do just that, so. Bad, because you're working against yourself, against your brain, against your needs!

So I'm not blaming the students who have to work a lot both at school and after school.

I AM blaming the societies and generations that have taught us the slightest bit of rest = laziness.

We need to take it back and stop listening to those guys.

Has anyone else noticed that as a society, we’re shamed for wanting to sleep? Sleeping in is bad, naps are only okay if they’re 20 minutes, you cant be tired unless you’re a <insert career/lifestyle choice here>, so on and so forth.

I mean, I think we all need to spread our blankets out, cuddle a pillow, and go to sleep. Everyone needs more of it, fuck this “it’s not productive” nonsense. It’s okay to sleep, it’s okay to want to sleep. You’re not lazy because of it.

[attapullman]

My dearest Morgan Le Fay, I'm grinning from ear to ear about Frat!Rhett because oh do I have thoughts/thots for you (lol). I've been watching movies like Old School, Revenge Of The Nerds, Animal House and others that had the brain ticking (lol).

-One time at a rager, the guys decided that they were gonna host a beach party in the house. They got four tons of sand, pool noodles, inflatables, all that shit and went absolutely bananas with it. You would think they'd fill the inflateable pools or the slip n slide with water right? NOPE!!! These idiots decided they were gonna use TIDE laundry soap, but it made for easy cleaning and everything smelled good afterwards

-One time during a fraternity meeting, Rhett was sitting in a used office chair and petting Speedy the tortoise like that cat from the James Bond movies. Speedy is the official mascot of the Delta Taus along with his female mate

-The guys were all big Harry Potter freaks when they were kids and even when they were in college. At Halloween, they decided to set up a big chess board in the living room and used the pledges as chess pieces for a game of Wizards' Chess

-March mid-terms were a pain in everybody's royal ass and March was typically the month that the guys refer to as "mating season". That was the month they got a giant inflatable pool, filled it with K-Y jelly and proceeded to have some kind of wrestling competition for their mating rights. Rhett of course won the hand of his lovely First Lady and nobody dared knock on the bedroom door until first thing in the morning

-One time after a really intense kegger, everybody decided they were gonna go streaking.......nuff said

-During the Greek Games, Rhett went toe to toe with Smitty, the leader of the rich asshole frat. The event known as "The Rise Of Aphrodite" was especially tough since they couldn't get an erection from the hot sorority girls giving them a lapdance lest they lose the competition. Smitty quickly lost when Bo's girlfriend Jessica, had intervened and not only did the rich asshol frat lose the Greek Games, but they had to hand over their house to the ever growing Delta Tau Fraternity

-Rhett and Kayce will literally not talk about what happened with the apple pie.......nobody wants to talk about it.....like ever

Mo-Mo I hope you get a good laugh out of this, Frat!Rhett and his brothers will be living rent free in my head for as long as I shall live (lol).

Oh Mary, I got such a laugh out of this!!! I've had the worst bummer day and this made me giggle with joy!

The guys were all big Harry Potter freaks when they were kids and even when they were in college. At Halloween, they decided to set up a big chess board in the living room and used the pledges as chess pieces for a game of Wizards' Chess

I can definitely see this and Rhett hooting and hollering when a pledge gets knocked off the board 😂

[handicappedbuenchico]

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests? 📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)? 📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it? ✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

My main non-writing hobby is drawing! Have some examples below: (Of course, the two examples I have are spencer-centric because that feral gremlin lives in my head rent free, and it fits with this blog specifically! Also the heterochromia is NOT canon to Spencer anymore FYI)

I also like to play video/computer/mobile games! The main things I tend to play are T.he S.ims 4, M.ario K.art 8 D.eluxe, S.uper S.mash B.rothers U.ltimate, A.nimal C.rossing: N.ew H.orizons, and L.ove N.ikki: D.ress U.p Q.ueen.

📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)?

I have quite a few actually! For TV shows, my main fave right now is the C.reepshow series on Shudder that came out in 2019! For my 23rd birthday, my mother got me the entire series on DVD (sans season 4 because that obviously hasn't come out yet/was just announced), so I didn't even need to subscribe to Shudder at all lmao. I only wanted to watch it for Major Ted Lockwood (the character my other rp blog @/goranginumber7 is based on) because he was played by B.reckin M.eyer and I just grew attached to him. Also @kurtzbergsiblings was telling me how mid the show was in her opinion, so I had to watch it for myself, and I actually really enjoyed it. I'm still technically not done season one, but my brain was on hyper-speed when I got season 2 in my grubby little hands because I could finally watch The Right Snuff legally, so I forgot to finish it 🫣. Another TV show I really got into after years of not watching it, well I guess it's more of a cartoon series than a tv show but whatever, is Robot Chicken. Now for movies, this answer is slightly harder for me. Mainly for the reason that I haven't been able to fully sit through a full-length movie since I was about 13, and I also just don't have the expendable resources like time, energy, and income to watch movies anymore. However, I do still have movies from back in my movie watching days that I hold near and dear to my heart, and I'll watch them any day of the week. In order we have: C.hild's P.lay (the original 1988 version #fucktheremake) B.ride o.f C.hucky A N.ightmare o.n E.lm S.treet 2: F.reddy's R.evenge F.reddy's D.ead: T.he F.inal N.ightmare (A N.ightmare o.n E.lm S.treet 6) C.lueless

📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it?

DEAF = Carlos STONED = Spencer AND = Them both being portrayed on one blog (by yours truly!) For a more proper and in-depth explanation, because you wouldn't have asked the question if you didn't want that, is that I originally made this blog's URL deafandstoned because according to the fandom those were Carlos and Spencer's only "traits" as characters within F.reddy's D.ead. You know, because the movie was too busy with that nonsensical "is this random 18-year-old man the kid of THE F.reddy K.rueger, or is it the clearly older woman who is basically a reskinned Dr. S.imms from D.ream W.arriors but even worse." plotline to actually flesh anyone out beyond basic traits and identifiers. The funny thing is, Spencer is never shown to be a stoner until that scene in the van where he pulls the one joint out of his pocket and lights it up (one joint = stoner? 🤔). The only other reference to weed they use with him is the very beginning of his death sequence when he's smoking on the couch. Also, as I have learned from roleplaying a stoner on this blog, smoking weed would actually be an AMAZING Freddy suppressant, because it's been shown that weed actually SUPRESSES REM sleep. So, if anyone's death was easily preventable, it was Spencer's. Also, the only other "trait" that Carlos had going for him was that he was clearly not white (it's heavily implied that he is Hispanic through not only his name, but his mama having a heavy and vaguely Hispanic accent). Now, I personally don't like that "the deaf kid" is the only other "trait" that Carlos has besides his race, but that was the only one I had to truly work with in terms of coming up with names. Wait a minute...I just realized how FUCKED UP that is. The only thing Carlos is known, and was mercilessly tortured in a needlessly drawn-out death sequence, for is the permanent physical reminder of his abuse that he had NO CONTROL OVER. There was also a strange need to bring up the fact that Carlos was deaf a LOT in the film, and not just by Carlos himself, but with other characters doing it too. Sorry, none of this has anything to do with my blog URL, that's just my brain uselessly griping about this practically obscure "horror" movie from 1991 that I have a love/mildly annoyed with relationship with.

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

I started to do roleplaying on Tumblr fully on July 28th, 2022. Holy shit my 1-year Tumblr anniversary is coming up (if archiving and moving blogs doesn't fuck that up). Time is an illusion and just straight up doesn't exist I swear.