#WOW YOU ARE FUCKING BLURRY LMAO

[ropes3amthoughts]

What you staring at 💀 what he making that pretty ass face for

Bro’s raising his hand to speak 💀 bro thinks he in school 💀 (which he shouldn’t even think bc his ass was homeschooled) dork ass I’ll kiss him

Bro likes tomatoes as his favorite food 💀 that ain’t even a meal bruh that’s an ingredient 💀 ingredient lover 💀 malnourished ass 💀 fake food fan 💀 eat some proper meals bruh 💀 bro’s gonna eat tomatoes straight up like an apple and be like “yummy” 💀 I’d take him out to dinner

Bro’s special interests are people and politics 💀silly ass he’s so excited and cute 💀 what’s he being cute for 💀 cute ass 💀 what’s he got a gorgeous smile for 💀 bro’s having fun and enjoying himself how lovely I hope he has many good days and learns to love himself like with all that idolizing he does of other people he really doesn’t thhnkot himself and maybe he jus like hates himself yo what if that has to do with him lke thjnkjnh he’s like a monster in that one part like he hates monsters and he sees himself like that I mean I guess that’s not really profound idk what I’m sayin I’m kinda tired and k think mh phone is too it’s getting warm

He’s such a mess lmao like bro just drank some unknown quantity of glasses of alcohol and took his clothes off (unclear which one he did first) and passed out in his bed seemingly backwards what are you doing silly ass 💀 drinking to help with his insomnia smh silly Kabru you’re gonna die young that is not good for you 💀 unhealthy ass 💀 gorgeous ass man 💀 I want to study him under a microscope except I’m really bad at using microscopes in middle school they made me do this before you go into the lab test and I passed it so good but when I got to the lab and started using the microscope i could not see shit like I kept turning them knobs n stuff did not work lnao all blurry so if I was like “bro you an interesting critter I’m gonna study you under a microscope” what would happen is I would just go “hmmm hm hmmmmm” all inquisitively and just look at blurry ness for a few seconds then be like “I can’t see shit lol that was a busy wanna make out@ then I would kiss him on his face and I would play with his pretty hair

This could b me. I know how to touch boobs and one time when I was like 10 I watched a YouTube video on how to transform into a werewolf and I genuinely believe it was real and I started walking around my house on alll fours and barking and trying to feel my connection to the mooon and when my dad came home he got really mad ya me and he started yelling at me also I have a sister this could literally be me like that could be me I could be feeling Kabru bobs more like Kabroobies lmao I would lick him like a popsicle like his skin like a cat and I would draw little animals on his arms in different colored marker and all the animals say I love you hearttttt and they are all happy animals and I would tell him is ok if he wants to wash them off because they’re stupid little marker animals and it’s ok if he doesn’t like them

Fun fact I first saw this picture of Kabru like ten minutes before I went to go golfing with m dad and my grandpa and our neighbor Bill or something and so I had no time to process it and so every time during golfing which was like three hours or so btw I would keep thinking of him like this and also this was before k realized I thought he was handsome I was like he’s a cool character. But he’s not like hot lol but then I see this picture minutes before golfing and my heart gets pounding and I feel like I’m choking and suddenly it dawns on me he’s the most beustfil man I’ve ever seen in mh life meow but then I immediately had to go golfing and like ever time I blinked I would see his gorgeous face and I was like “wow man I’m hay” but I couldn’t do anything about it or like tell anybody because I was busy absolutely fucking up my short game lmal Nd itz kujs ahdn fbe chata teds are locked jn a room tkvwtehr kr somwrbinf ow my fingwr hhrt they just sgafted crampimg but anhways tehy realize they lkkr each other n stff yeah j tealkzed i liked him when i was out golfing as soon i vake baxk from glfijg j tbnk j went kn a cfazu tsnt to mh flose frkends and stuff yeab anhways he looks vrewg gorgeous meow melw man

He’s sooooo cute bruh that tuff of hair that sticks out from behin this ear makes me crazy what the fucj why do you look like that I love you 😭 it’s 1am rn and I love him I can’t sleep I’m comipoling a handful of my little pictures of him to tumblr because he’s making me crazy oh Man U love him him I want to hold his face in mh hands I want uh kiss him I want uhhhh man he is gorgeous and I like his personality he s like assionage he really into his goals he’s like a do whatever it takes guy but like he has limits and stuff he’s not like crazy nuts but he’s driven and accomplished and he’s a cute little charmer he so handsome wow!! And he’s so smart and he’s a quick thinker very smart good at improv and he’s a good leader and he cares about people what a cool guy and I love his nice smile awwwwwwwww man he’s hot meowza k can never be normal about him I don’t feelnormal so about him ever man I’m so sleepy bruh I don’t even remember a single word I just toed snit if I said”I alone Kabru “ somewhere than k agree with myself because yeah I love him and that’s yeah awesome guy him great splendid incredible enamoring effiseneg 100 stars out of 2 or just 50 because that’s fractions wait I can do 100 stars out if 1 stars and get 100 stars or I could just move the decimal pace and I could get even more stars yeah babgygirkl are you the space because stars are you the dirt b cause I would give you flowers z are you mini cooking videos that go “yummy!” And have old Macdonald playing the background because I can’t take my eyes off you are you beautiful because yes you are I am going to bed goodnight to Kabru and the orhwr peippe too i guess njy mksyly Kabru i hope everhd rike he sleleehe sleep well full 9 hoirs well resyed Miss Ryoko Kui please Kabru sleepinh good plewse also comic where he has good day please I wish the best for him

[hunterbunter3000]

Omg finally found a black reader focused account I’m so happy I found you 😭 Okay but hear me out:

Sweetheart is getting braids and they ain’t cheap so who paying!? My money’s on Glucose Guardian Price (he loves seeing her in different hairstyles) or Alejandro because “anything mi reina wants, mi reina gets” 🤭🤭🤭

Heyyy!! I'm glad you found me too! Babes all my content will be black girl and black gender neutral focused, you can count on that 😎😎😎

STOP-- GLUCOSE GUARDIAN PRICE😭😭 IM DYINGGGG

Honestly, Price ain't the one paying for em (Yes, he ADORES the hairstyles on her but Sweetheart made it clear that she doesn't want him spending any of his money on her, so he respects that... to a point AHA)

It's Sir Skeletor Ghost and my babygirl Alejandro paying for them salon appointments.

Sweetheart: I KEEP TELLING YOU BOTH YOU DONT NEED TO PAY FOR THIS- I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY A MANSION WHY DO I NEED YALL TO PAY FOR MY THINGS STOP IT

Ghost and Alejandro: never >:]

Sweetheart: you both get on my nerves 🙄

I mean Ghost pays for her nails so might as well make it everything else LOLL

Gaz buys her the accessories! Like gold jewels to put in her braids, or cuffs. He even buys the oil, gel, and crochet hooks if she wants to do it herself

If she does it by herself:

They all chill in her room, listening to her music playlist that she's playing on a speaker, and just watching her doing her hair

Roach and König are bug eyed studying her do it, like-- wow! 🧐🧐 what is this magnificence? 🥺🥺🥺 LMAO

And then when she's done, she takes pictures, and some of them help take pictures (only Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro can take pictures. Soap is banned because he only takes blurry pictures and silly ones, not that Sweetheart minds it but Price banned him anyway. And König, Roach, and Rodolfo are banned from taking pictures because they shake too much. One time König dropped her phone and head-butted her in the face when he was reaching for it. That day was filled with chaos and tears. AHAHA)

Horangi just gushes on how wonderful it looks on her everytime 😍 whether she got it done from someone or she did it herself, he will always say how beautiful she looks in any kind of hairstyle she gets

And Krueger-- well

He just immediately praises her and becomes so damn possessive and over protective of the hair 💀💀

Kruger: DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER HEAD OR I CUT OFF YOUR FINGERS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS (starts to cuss in German)

Sweetheart: Would yoU C H I L L

[the-sprog]

Listen I love DCxDP crossovers as much as the next person, but every time I see people write John Constantine offer as a solution summoning something I cringe internally a little bit. John is all up for self-sacrificing and doing things you shouldn't but he does not fuck with other creatures he knows shit-all about.

On the other end, do you know who does fuck with creatures they know shit all about?? And keep summoning things and making deals with things they shouldn't be summoning or making deals with? And also doing this most of the times with the express intentions of dealing with the dead?

The Winchester Brothers.

Where are my season 15 fix-it fics where Dean does not give up, he does not say "oh well Castiel died after confessing his love for me I guess that's it" or where Sam does not say "well my brother died during a run of the mill vampire Hunt -not even because of the vampires but because of a rusty nail. Let me just abandon him forever after everything we've gone through and finally actually listen to him and get myself a family with my blurry wife and random son"

And instead they do again summon something that is completely separate from everything else they've dealt with before and they actually managed to contact Danny who somehow is the king of the Ghost Zone or whatever fucking shit you want. Maybe you can make the empty nocturne! That would be really fucking cool :O so Danny somehow gets convinced to bring back Castiel or Dean or both.

Ok now I'm actually thinking about it.

You can even make it adult Danny by simply following the Supernatural timeline. Danny gets his powers in 2004, when he's 14, the Winchesters start looking for their dad in 2005, and they're... 20 something. Castiel joins the brigade in 2009 (I thought he showed up in season 5 lmao it's been a while since I've watched it), Chuck starts writing the books- fuck I don't know. 2012? Was it season 7? **Looks it up** fuck nope he starts writing when they start, that's my mistake. I meant when does he show up. And that's together with Castiel. Wow. Give me Danny who is an in universe Supernatural fan. He's the prime target audience! Starts reading after he gets his powers because we'll they're ghost hunters but the ghosts are actually evil. So it's fine. And they're fictional anyway so no big deal.

But then Chuck stops writing (end of season 5) and Danny is extremely disappointed.

He doesn't learn the truth until 2018 (season 13) when Jack wakes up The Shadow and consequently shakes the Infinite Realms. Nocturne has to be somehow connected. Maybe they're not The Shadow themself, but a subordinate? Like Frostbite is the leader while the yetis are his citizens. And The Empty is the realm they live in.

Now Danny is slightly terrified because it means all the things that go bump in the night are real. Which is a scary as fuck thought. And also wonders why they've never had hunters in Amity, or why he and the other ghosts are different from the ones in the books.

But he can't really do anything. To help.

Hunters definitely have checked out the town. There's no way they'd fly under the radar. But either there are already hunters INSIDE Amity And they've staked their claim on the town, no outside hunters allowed. Or there's something wrong w the entire place that makes it so that people don't really realize anything is wrong with it. I til they're inside it. But when outside nothing :/ all normal.

I feel like it wouldn't be Dean who summons him though. As much as I love him, they are aware that pretty much only God could pull out Cas and Jack wasn't going to do it any time soon.

But Dean dying like that? No Sam is not going to let his story end like that. But they've pretty much exhausted all options. What's he gonna do? Make another deal w a demon that's going to ultimately make more of a mess? Who's gonna make a deal w a Winchester anyway?

I don't know how Sam would find a way to contact Danny. The Fentons were the first to make contact with the Zone, so the bunker's unlikely to have any resources. Bobby's gone, so that's a bust. He'd have to find something new. Something no other hunter has interacted with, ever.

Again.

Because let's be real. The Winchesters already did that plenty.

Maybe he stumbles upon Amity by accident and sees it as an opportunity, idk.

Sam's kinda more willing to give monsters the benefit of the doubt. They know angels are not all bad, they had werewolf friends, and so on and so forth.

So sure he might start off listening to the Fentons at first, but if he were to interact with Danny (as Phantom ofc) one on one he'd probably see that they're wrong.

Danny would freak out of course. On one hand, fuck man. He's a fan. That's so cool.

On the other, he knows nothing will stop the Winchesters. He's deader than dead if Sam was there to hunt him.

But alas, he'd do anything to help him get his brother (and Cas, as a treat) back. Who's gonna stop him? God? Jack? Idk man I feel like he'd let them have this one lmao. Or still Danny could definitely argue that he's the king of all afterlives, so what he does to his subjects is none of his business (since God (or at least Chuck couldn't) can't interfere w The Empty, only the afterlives he controls. So heaven and hell. Not even purgatory iirc)

[autism-purgatory]

thanks for tagging @fortunatetragedy!

Incorrect Quote Game

Rules: use this link to generate incorrect quotes for your OC’s. I chose Cole and Julia for this one.

Cole: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.  Julia: Aren't you forgetting something?  Cole: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Julia's forehead before running out.*  Julia: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Julia: *seductively takes off glasses*  Julia: Wow...  Cole: *blushes* Haha... what?  Julia: You're really fucking blurry.

Julia: Did it hurt when you fell-  Cole: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-  Julia: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.  Cole: ...  Julia: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Cole: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.  Julia: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.  Cole: I said within reason, Julia. How about I murder that guy?  Julia: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?  Cole: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

these aren’t incorrect bc they absolutely would have conversations like this lmao.

tagging @finickyfelix @noblebs @xenascribbles and whoever else wants to join!

[hereforthefunnyguys]

Just a thought, but like you should totally talk about how much you love irateshipping.

I lvoe it so much you guys my thoughts are sometimes easy to figure out and sometimes they're just kind of a blurry static field of warmth but i'll try my best.

As a side note, this got. Uh. Long. So it's under a cut now.

Okay so the first thing I adore about it is that it can really easily switch between a kind of funny domestic dynamic with two teenagers who don't know how to make emotions work and also can be “fucked up traumatized dudes try to kill each other with a gun.” That part is great for me.

Second of all, I talk a lot about like mariks perspective on the whole thing but I don’t know if I talk about Joey's perspective on the whole thing where like... Marik is objectively everything he hates. He's controlling, he's wealthy, he's narcissistic, he's like kaiba if kaiba was somehow worse and had nicer hair <- whoa who said that? Yet he still possesses a kind of inherent charm that ends up pulling you in closer and sort of forces Joey to have some kind of feeling about him, whether that be hatred or love or just "Wow! What a Freak".

I like to picture (read: there's no canon evidence for it, but a man can fantasize) that there's kind of a... weird attraction to Marik, especially with the brainwashing in a "i don't have to think anymore" way. Like, uh how do I explain this; Joey is used to having to work all the time to support himself and his family.

He goes for 7 straight hours at school doing work he doesn't understand with teachers that hate him, around friends that love him (and he loves back!) but always seem to overshadow him and, at least in canon, don't seem to quite 'get' the situation he's in at home, plus, you know, Yugi + Atem always overshadowing with the one big hobby he has. Then he goes back home, gets yelled at by his dad and has to play tip-toe around him (or, at least, I'd assume so), then hauls ass out to go work until 9:00, buy cheap dinner, then collapses and wakes up at 6:30 the next morning to go work again before going to school again. He's burning out 24/7. First man to ever desperately need a workers union for the simple act of existing.

But then Marik comes along with the Ghouls, and gets to say, you don't need to think anymore. You don't have to worry anymore. All the decisions are made for you. And it's never explicitly stated (probably because it would be a lie lmao) but in Joey's head this also has a connotation of you're finally safe. And you know what? To Joey, that's kind of blissful. No thinking. No more worrying. Just sort of... existing.

Of course, he hates it too, obviously. It's sickening to feel yourself be puppeted like that, out of your own control, forced to fight the people you love, etc. So we can't be having that. But there is still a certain bond thats formed by having someone inside your mind, and it goes both ways; not only is Joey dealing with the feeling of having all his brains pried open and picked apart like stir-fry, but Marik also now knows everything that happens in Joey's head. What's that even like??? Does it make him feel bad for Joey? Is he attracted to it? Does it just make him think Joey is stupid? Does he feel a sense of responsibility to maybe try and fix some of those problems when he becomes a Good Person? Is he now like the Expert on how Joey's brain works and has to decide how to use (or abuse) that knowledge?

Post-Battle City, I think they have a very awkward relationship. In canon they seem friendly, but imo thats kind of a cover-up for the awkwardness, because what else are they supposed to say to each other? "Hey, again, guy who brainwashed me and saw the innermost depths of my mind!" "I told you I don't do that anymore :(" type stuff. If you put them in a room alone, it'd just be like. An hour straight of pure silence, occasionally interrupted by asking where the bathroom is and conversations that go like "well uh how's life been?" "Not great." "ah. okay. cool. Cool."

At least imo Joey doesn't actually realize what he has are romantic feelings. In his mind, this weird sweatiness he feels and inability to put Marik out of his mind is probably a side effect of brainwashing or something. Marik does though. Marik is pretty much permanently looking at Joey like he wants to eat him alive or, perhaps more scandalously in his mind, hold his hand.

Also... This is a different conversation but I think marik is like - Jealous? Approving? Something like that- of joey. Not in a “I want to be an impoverished delinquent bad boy who breaks the rules” way but more in a “see, this is what I Should Have Been. The loyal son that sticks by his father no matter what.” And in one hand he doesn’t particularly care for Joeys father (finds him classless and unappreciative) and, on a surface level, recognizes that their situations are very Very different, but the jealousy remains. Like. That should be me trying up there.

Because both Marik and Joey have the same specific form of daddy issues where they wholeheartedly believe that they are the problem here, so if they just go the Right Chance they could fix everything with their parents and could live happily ever after. So they end up in an endless feedback loop of (nodding) "yes, he's doing the right thing by trying to make it up to his dad" and don't get why their friends are all like "please go talk to like. Someone else about this. Anyone."

I do think they have potential to actually help each other out with this type of stuff as they mature and are able to also recognize the affect that it has on the other ("You go deer-in-the-headlights whenever you're around open fire"/"you start cringing uncontrollably whenever someone throws anything at you") but also Not Right Now! right now they're not even talking to each other.

Anyways. Yeah. God. I'm in love with them in case you couldn't tell. I don't even know if this makes sense to anyone else other than me but I'm having fun and thats what matters mostly

Also yeah sometimes its that marik just wants to date a stupid jock and hes so real for that. Let marik have a good boyfriend and psychologically torment joey more 2k24 campaign.

Anyways enjoy a Collection (of scenes where they are in the same panel)(*devours my rarepair scraps*)

[cloudcountry]

Part 3 of rant ig?

But yeah, idia is fucking doomed by the narrative in every way and for whatever reason it make my brain light the fuck up.

I would definitely consider myself the emotional support dog to a degree? I like helping people with mental health and I feel obligated to help those I can. I've had a bad run with my own brain and my shit can be considered MILD compared to a lot of stuff. And so I look at characters like idia, I relate, and I immediately go "HOLY SHIT I NEED TO TAKE HIM OUT OF STRESSFUL SITUATIONS IMMEDIATELY " I'm the oldest of my siblings I'm a care taker I look at those people who need validation or brain feelings help and I go "I GOTCHU BRO" because if my brain made me feel as bad as I felt.. WHO KNOWS WHAT ITS DOING TO THIS POOR GUY :((( LIKE

Liking idia is like finding the wettest most pathetic half dead cat that's scared of ppl and has behavioral issues, and helping it becuase that kitty has the potential to be the bestest and most happiest cat ever

Tldr: he's so fucked up he triggers my protective and nurturer instincts

Plus!!! He likes anime and I was literally raised on that! Since I was like 8, every Saturday the whole family would watch an episode of Dragon Ball and an episode of Bleach. Otaku??? Ranting buddy??? Someone the theorize and binge with?? YES. Dude have you ever shit talked your least favorite character and everyone hyped you up becuase they ALSO hate that character???? THAT SHIT CATHARTIC!! AnD THAT HALLOWEEN GETUP???? HONEY DO YOU WANT TO COSPLAY WITH ME PLEASE I JUST WANT TO WEAR MECH ARMOR---

Idia is Hella nuerodivergent coded and it makes me salivate because like!!! He knows TM. Existing around other people with fucked up brains is so weirdly cool becuase alot of the time you can just tune in to the other on a subconscious level like Bluetooth connection. PARALLEL PLAY WOULD BE FUCKING AMAZING WITH IDIA BC HE WOULD JUST PLAY GAMES AND YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!! Also the infodumping. INFODUMPING BELOVED. I personally, would love to hear him go off about tech shit that I would not understand becuase just the feel of the passion is intoxicating!! (This feeling extends to Jade leech btw) FREE DOCUMENTARY!!!

Another thing I also appreciate is the Sass that they stole from Hades, Idia is a sassy little bitch and it is WONDERFUL. He is a petty little shit. A horrible stinky gremlin man. I love the slang, the puns, the utter bullshit. He intrigues me and I wish to study him!!!!! He would send me a blurry picture of bread with the caption "me living that crumb life " at 2:47 am and I would lose my shit BECUASE YES. CRUMB LIFE!!! YOU ARE LIVING IT!!!! He's also genuinely smart and I like smart characters. Idia is a little shit, but he's also smart. I 100% believe in the "you can think your way out of anything if you just get creative enough" way of looking at things. IMPROVISE ADAPT OVERCOME!!! I appreciate the technological skills and alternative thinking patterns! (camp Vargas where he motivated himself to pick up sticks by comparing it to something he liked? Boom. Creative thinking beats out executive dysfunction!!!)

It's a type of friendship and weird bullshit I couldn't see myself doing with a lot of other twst characters ? There potential for a deep emotional understanding and connection that is just really alluring for my mind ig

Just 2 fucked up ppl trying to exist, but at least it's easier together sort of thing? Also idia would probably let me kill someone.

okay WOW you and edie sent me so much about this man and i like just woke up so now im reading this with a hazy sleep brain LMAO AKSJDHHSFGJDHSGDFH

but you know its very interesting to see how things that bother me SO MUCH are things that make other people laugh. they make other people like him. THE THINGS I DONT LIKE ARE ENDEARING TO YOU PEOPLE!!!!! its all about perspective!

idia is really fucking smart like i may not like him but i can acknowledge his good parts. he cares about his brother hes smart and uhhhh ummmm uhhhhhhhhhh ANYWAY. im just teasaing SDJJSDDJ but thats why i love when i get these long winded messages about characters i dont like because if i can change my mind about rook and vil i can change my mind about idia

all it takes is people who loves him!!

[29daffodils]

KP Rewatch : Ep #4

okay, i know the rewatch event is over already and I'm just, barely alive (i caught a flu and some tonsillitis again, sue me, also i was being married off, well 😬), but here i am. 

once again, here goes nothing! 

during my initial watch, i totally missed this scene! so they didn't fall asleep together? porsche just went and crawled into someone's bed lmao, what a hussy [affectionate] 😂 

but also, pete looks so scandalised! that's the look of someone who thinks they accidentally gave away their first time to some random character lol

kinn so deserves that existential crisis 😂

listen, i will always say that i have loved vegas since he first appeared on screen with that cocky smirk, but this was the moment that i officially adopted him as my little meow meow 

we love a confident self-assured man!

lmao, tankhun voiced my thoughts exactly 😂

something tells me arm knows about the atticwife scene lmaoooooo

he's so giddy! god i love arm so much!

POL??!!!? MY BOY?!!!;!  WHAT IS GOING ON!?!!?!?!

wow, auntie, excellent example of parenting right there 👀 (okay, don't come at me. i have many thoughts about this but i'll not unleash them today).

right with his mouth near (on) his dick lmaooooo

ahhhh look at his dopey smile omg so cute!!!!

i keep saying this, but pete is so done with porsche's dumbassery lmao

vegas literally lives for fucking with kinn's head lmao

okay, so i know porsche is pissed about being forced to join the mafia and he is rightfully pissed at everyone involved, but damn he does like to rub shit in big's face sometimes. though big did have it coming since he started it. but i keep thinking about how throughout the series he must have realised that while he carefully did his job to keep kinn safe and loved him from the sidelines while kinn never even looked at him that way, porsche gets all of it and more. 

chay really came out with the big guns blazing lmao

ahhh yes, "healed". the WOUND HAS FUCKING DISAPPEARED LMAOOOOOO

the most awaited introduction of this episode : kim's murder board 😂

turtleneck pete was truly the best pete we got besides nakey pete 😂

also, that is such an uncomfortable smile lmao, i wonder why that might be 👀

this smug bastard just casually chilling before the shit he's going to unfold on kinn (lmao, what a bastard, i love him so much)

time just casually dropping what an asshole he is and that tay actually did something to get "back at him". say it with me, TAY DESERVES BETTER !!!

the diamond being named "king of the night", maybe hinting at porsche? i dunno if it's me thinking too much, but porsche is literally a pawn in korn's chess game and in this ep, it's both kinn and vegas going after him. vegas losing the bid on the diamond and then simultaneously his plans of assaulting porsche (more than he already did) getting thrown off, it's almost like between him and kinn, porsche is the king and the later sequence of events will cement the fact the kinn both won the diamond auction bid and also porsche. huh. 

look at vegas go!!!!!!

turtleneck blurry pete is here!!

damn okay porsche has some nice buttcheeks alright

BRUHHHH HE JUST DID IT WITHOUT PREP??? OKAY KINN ASSHOLE BEHAVIOUR CERTIFIED!!!!!

and then there is vegas, admiring himself in the mirror lmao

and that's it for this episode!! thank you for reading! see you in the next one! i'll still be slow because my life is being upended at the moment, but i'll come back again! till then, adios!

[redlipstickcigarette69]

If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

forgive me for replying to this with a goddamn novel lmao.

this actually hit me so hard idek if i could express it in a normal way i had to think about this for a min

i can think of so many little moments it’s so hard to pick one . i have memory loss and things are definitely super blurry but the vibes and the nostalgia is strong yanno . even with forgetting fuckin most things i still remember countless little moments of just like comfort in my soul .

some of the easier answers would be like any of the many shows and concerts over the years that like shook me in their own ways . or maybe some of the moments of realization and clarity and euphoria i’ve stumbled into with my transness . maybe my first time smoking weed lmao . maybe songs i’d love to hear for the first time again.

i think the things that stick out to me most when reminiscing on shit is like the little moments of peace where u just breathe and like take it all in and feel completely at ease . those moments of like “ i never thought i’d get here “. i’ve had so many little moments of bliss being cross faded and full of comfort singing songs with old friends. countless nights of laughter and random adventures with people i felt safe with. so many beautiful days with friends filled with absolutely picturesque walks in the woods until it got dark. little random moments of sharing a cig and staring at the sky . so many fun little campfire memories and dumb little stories u just had to b there for lmao. maybe even just little moments of hanging out with my childhood cat ( he is my son ). he’s still alive i just had to get tf outta that house for unfortunate reasons lol . i miss that silly little cat every fuckin day fr. all the little moments where u feel like wow this is really what this shits all about eventually have just mushed into snippets of nostalgic blissful vibes and pretty little pictures in my brain lmao . one that really sticks out as a favorite tho is id love to get to meet my best friend irl for the first time again lol that would b crazy . we finally got to meet years ago at some silly little art show of all places lmao. i remember being like so fucking excited and happy to meet them. yanno when u meet someone and ur immediately like ya we vibe and we r locked in . it was like that lmao. this is super long winded and a bit extra maybe but this fr got me thinkin. i have no idea how i’d ever with full confidence pick just one tbh my life feels like a insane book and if i wrote a autobiography no one would believe me lmao

thanks for this question u got me feelin wistful fr <3

[jeanmoreaux]

atlas complex anon logging on for the last time

i finished it like two days ago and i have been trying to process it and i truly just….don’t know what to do with it 😵‍💫

the other death was SO PAINFUL ACTUALLY and i am choosing to believe it didn’t happen (bc objectively it didn’t! if you think about it!!! *eye twitch*) — bc why would you write such a lovely passage A LOVE CONFESSION IF YOU WILL and then fucking MURDER HIM…AND THEN YOU DONT EVEN TELL US PLAINLY WHAT HAPPENED (again, i choose to believe he lives on, mr security camera man)

tbh both of those deaths confessed their love and then she was like “that’s nice please drop dead xoxo”

(me trying to be vague about spoilers but also who fuckin cares nobody is reading this book)

anyway here’s the deal. i think it was all bad writing but i got so lost in the sauce in the last 15% that i could convince myself that i Appreciate the Ending?? like sorry i just am stuck on IN EVERY CULTURE THERE IS BREAD…but also what the hell even happened in this book and why was it even more convoluted than it needed to be

need olivie blake to pay for my therapy

so excited to hear from you!!! yeah, that second death. OOF. literally hated it. and right after that wendy cope esque love confession SOBBING FR. he has been my bestie from day one and he will remain so forever. i love him!! and it wasn’t that his death didn’t hit me, but it hit me because i Did Not Want Him To Die and not because the death was written well and executed well narratively speaking. ngl i read it and was like. this is so stupid. why like this?? after all the build up why at all but WHY LIKE THIS. also yeah the crumbs with the scenarios and security camera make for a range of possibilities of what *actually* happened but i have to say it felt a little cheap to me. like blake could not decide one way or the other and instead just kept all the options open which felt very unsatisfying to me. the entire thing is similar to what blake did with gideon’s last pov chapter (and both together exemplify my issue with the ending): keeping options open and lines blurry so that you can headcanon you own way out of the mess she made. which is not the great move she might think it is because instead of writing a scenes where she can actually evokes emotions because she commits to a thing completely and unequivocally it’s all so vague that the reader is never made to fully grapple with one outcome or the other. you’re left in limbo and that’s why you feel so disconnected from everything happening (at least that’s how it was for me). i love open endings but what she did wasn’t an open ending (given that it’s the last 30% of the book lmao) but a lack of narrative commitment.

i am so glad you appreciate the ending!! wish that were me!!!! i would so love to mske my peace with it but i Can’t. these characters deserve better. i read the last two chapters and just thought ‘that was it? wow. i feel absolutely nothing. what a shame.’ tho i agree the bread line being a banger. it is Very good. and that’s the thing there are some good parts and lovely sentences and sentiments (the love confession you mentioned might be one of my favourite passages of the entire series!!) but as a whole tac simply did not deliver in a way that makes the last chapter or the ending in general hit for me. idk it’s nicely written but the emotional impact is minimal because the narration did nothing to build up to it in a meaningful and nuanced way???? like i get it and i understand it and i like it out of context but it has no impact IN context because the story preceding it doesn’t warrant it. or maybe i am just too bitter to see it lol. veryyy real possibility.

also you are so right what even happened in this book??? sooooo convoluted. instead of paying for my therapy i want blake to rewrite the book istg like pls i am begging on my knees.

((also this answer is veryyyy vaguely worded too. but i am sure you Get It.))

[keratoconusgroup]

How did you all find out you had keratoconus?

I'm new to this subreddit and this diagnosis, and scrolling a bit it seems like people on here have maybe had a different (more sensical) journey than i have......? So I'm curious about how other people got diagnosed. Here's my stupid saga — sorry it's long, LOL. I've worn glasses (sometimes contacts) since I was a kid, but in 18 years of optometrist and ophthalmologist visits no one ever suggested or seemed to so much as suspect there was anything strange about my vision aside from a very uneven nearsightedness (3.25 R / 0.75 L). Until I went to the emergency room in 2021 with what I later found out was corneal hydrops, LOL, although I remained a complete medical mystery to everyone in the emergency department that night. I had tried making an emergency eye appointment first thing that morning, but they couldn't see me for weeks. I made an appointment for that afternoon at the nearby clinic instead, but the doctor there just yelled at me for not having gone straight to the emergency room. (She was literally so mean to me LMAO.) But so I went to the hospital and waited for hours, and when they finally saw me they had no idea what the fuck was going on so they just ogled me like some kind of freak and made me a next-day appointment with the ophthalmologist I had called that morning who wouldn't see me. Awesome chain of events. Anyway, the ophthalmologist knew it was hydrops but didn't know why it had happened. About 6 weeks of prescription pain medication and a 4x daily regimen of 7 different eye drops later, the holidays came around, and i would be going home to another state for a month. I was pretty nervous about being away from my doctor, and asked him if I should be worried about this happening to my other eye or anything like that. He said no, the odds of that happening were slim; there was no reason why this should happen to me twice, but I could call if anything. Okay, so this is the part where it gets really funny. I went home and right before Christmas I started experiencing similar symptoms in my right eye. (The hydrops had been in my left eye; RIP to what used to be my good eye.) Blurriness, pain, eye watering, redness, loss of vision. I went to see an ophthalmologist there, though, and it... wasn't developing hydrops. In fact, he said, this was completely unrelated to my other recent eye incident. That sounded crazy to me, so I was like, Well, could it be because I've been touching my eyes so much, with the eye drops and the pain and all, or from straining my vision more? No, he said; total coincidence. Wow! And what a fun coincidence. I had a manuscript due that week and spent Christmas to New Years almost totally blind, hunched over my computer with my accessibility settings turned up to 100 and an icepick to the back of my skull. (Still managed to catch an incorrect comma deletion from my editor, though. Ayyy.) Anyway, I guess he was right, because after a couple weeks of the drops my right eye cleared up and has been normal since. I actually still don't know exactly what happened there; I should ask my current doctor… the third of the ophthalmologists featured in this story, who I only saw because my cousin suggested keratoconus to me and gave me his name. (He is very cool and smart and I love him for finally making things make sense to me, and he is also kind of hot.) So. Now I'm waiting til my consultation on scleral lenses, which I'm supposed to try before we resort to surgery. I don't really think the scleral will..... work? Since the bigass corneal scar in the middle of my left eye presents both a shape and color issue, and a scleral lens will only give me a round eyeball again, not a clear one. But yeah, that's my journey so far or whatever. What about you guys? submitted by /u/ST4ND4RD-D3V14NT [link] [comments] https://www.reddit.com/r/Keratoconus/comments/18vb06h/how_did_you_all_find_out_you_had_keratoconus/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[adhdashketchum]

ash shares his social media account with pikachu. mostly its posts from ash about his pokemon but occasionally pikachu will make his own posts. these consist of extremely blurry pictures of ash from low angles with descriptions of absolute gibberish like "djdhdhdjd sjsjajsj ekwowiwysh sjsd soup x skdjsks s jsjssj"

pikachu's posts get more likes than ash's every time without fail

[sugarwithtea]

crush hour (m) || jhs

pairing : hoseok x reader

genre : smut, pwp(lol)

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : You need to reward your boyfriend for his latest collab with the best gift. Your mouth.

word count : 987

warnings : ahem. ahem. lessgo. blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, rush hour jhope (basically jhoe), swearing, kissing, a lil bit crying?, v v lil mentions of anal, no penetrative sex cuz reader would like to make him cum once more (not mentioned in the drabble lol), jhope tears the readers top, does he?? lmao his tongue keeps on peeking out tho ;)

author's note : wow right? i mean omg i can't stop listening to this damn bop!! and jhope switching into jhoe !!! this whole drabble was so quick and the main trigger was literally this damned tiktok. anyways unedited and written on a whim, as always ;)

mood : rush hour - jhope & crush

m.list | taglist

Jung Hoseok never failed to take your breath away.

This time, he was literally doing so.

"Oh my god Y/N."

You hum around his dick and he groans again. With his cock lodged inside your mouth and breathing erratic, Hoseok moans for his life.

He had been working on this collaborative single for a while now. He had never let you listen to even a second of it, giving some reasons like I can't let you listen to it because of the privacy reasons of the label and my collaborator and blah blah blah. He has mumbled something about it being a surprise too and god was he honest. Because the song that filtered out the speaker had your insides churn with an unknown pleasure and your mouth almost screamed to get him inside you. It was indeed, the sluttiest surprise.

And so here you are, in your living room, with his dick in your mouth.

You swipe your tongue over his painfully hard shaft and he jerks forward, stuffing himself deeper inside you. Your tongue tastes his pre-cum dripping down his length inside your mouth and you moan around his dick as you bob your head up and down him.

He moans your name and his hands immediately grab your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail and helping you move even more faster, and deeper.

"You always take me so well baby." his breathy voice sends butterflies to your stomach and you detach yourself from him, using your hands to spread the slick of your saliva and his pre cum all over his shaft.

"I want to give you a gift, hobi. You did so well." you look up at him through your lashes and he sucks in a shaky breath as his hips buck forward.

He slowly fucks himself in your hand and you sing out praises, watching him get impossibly hard, with his tip an angry red and veins wilding.

"Don't, don't do that."

"What?" you kiss his tip teasingly.

"T-that. Don't t-tease me baby. Either take me in or stop. I can't wai-" you take him in your mouth again before he could even finish his sentence.

He grasps your hair harder and you jerk forward, your nose brushing his small tickly hair and he moans so loud, you feel your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing due to the pleasure of his sounds.

"Yeah, like that. Such a good girl."

You nod eagerly and happily at his words, tears almost spilling out of your eyes as his dick hits the back of your throat and you still move your head with the perfect rhythm, pace, and lust.

His moves turn languid and he caresses your scalp, when his cock twitches in your mouth and the tears fall out for real. You look up at him, your vision blurry and feel your heart skip a beat.

With his tongue peeking out just a little, resting atop his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure adorned by the yellow shades which are a little askew but still oh so fucking hot on him. His chest heaving, breathing quick and cheeks flushed red, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there for hours. Especially with those black, luscious hair of his sticking to the nape of his neck due to the sweat trickling down his form.

"I'm gonna cum."

Heart soaring and ass sticking out for him, you gladly cup his balls and give them a squeeze, all while moving your tongue skillfully like a master. He gives in to your touch in the next few seconds, spilling his load into your mouth.

He moans heavenly, breathily and your pussy gushes with arousal, nipples hardening against the material of your skimpy top. For what feels like hours, he spurts ropes of his cum and you obediently, hornily, swallow it all.

When he finally stops, you remove your mouth from his dick and stick out your tongue for him to see that you have swallowed it all. It's that which spurs him to hastily pull you up by your arms and smash his lips onto yours. He grimaces a little at the taste of his cum but nevertheless sticks his tongue into your mouth fiercely.

The kiss was walking on no tightrope, and you had completely tripped down the rope, into the pits of destruction, crushed by the feeling of Hoseok feeling you through his hands on your ass, groping the flesh and kneading it.

"You will be the death of me one day." he says and kisses your chin, trailing them towards your collarbone.

"I am already crushed by you."

He laughs and grabs your ass tightly.

"This thing was taunting me so much when you were on your knees, baby. I want to fuck that hole of yours so bad."

"Mhm but not before I get you to come again. In my mouth." you grab his hair as he reaches your breastbone and nips at the skin, moaning at your words.

"Maybe next time. But for now-" his words are cut short by his actions as he suddenly grabs the top of your strapless crop top and tears it down, in one quick motion, your boobs spilling out and you gasping loudly.

"Oh my god, Hobi."

He grabs one of your tits in his hands and kneads the boob softly, your nipples erect and hard.

"Yeah, you have rewarded me enough. Now it's my turn."

He flicks his thumb over your nipple and you whimper in his hold, jerking a bit forward and noticing he is semi hard, again.

"F-for?"

"For being the perfect crush." he takes that nipple between his lips and you shudder.

"I thought you loved me."

"But I have a crush on you too."

You both laugh in sync as he pulls you inside the bedroom and true to his words, he rewards you all night.

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[stargazingcarol]

THIS IS...

Pairing: Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader

Warnings: uh the way i have never seen triple frontier but i like Frankie and his besties so idc. This fic has bridgerton vibes or maybe i just see it that way bc i was listening to the soundtrack while writing. And reader is mentioned to have hair (her hair is put up in a pony tail at some point). Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, Santiago García x reader for like the first scene or whatever, language, sexy thoughts.

Summary: Frankie is getting married and you may not be handling it very well. Santiago to the rescue.

Based on that FRIENDS episode where Ross says Rachel's name at the altar when he is marrying Emily. (I got the idea while watching that episode yesterday LOL).

Word count: so my phone doesn't say how many words the fic has but i estimate it's about 5-6k words. Enjoy lmao.

A/N: I've always wanted to write a fic like this. My imagines were mostly a sad ending but i felt like this idea was too good to not write it so here you go lol.

Sitting in the dark wasn't your normality. But you couldn't make yourself turn a lamp on or even at least a candle.

Silent tears ran down your cheeks but the worst of it had passed. At least until tomorrow, that is. You honestly didn't know how you would handle tomorrow.

You grabbed the invitation that was sent months ago when your hell started.

You're invited to:

Frankie Morales & Sarah McAll's wedding

You didn't read more, you already knew it by memory (sadly that is). You crumpled the invitation and threw it far away from you.

You gulped down more of your white wine and made a face of distaste. White wine was nasty. You honestly preferred juice with vodka or whatever.

The white wine was a gift from Benny, he was trying to cheer you up and you were cheered because: present, but you didn't like white wine at all. Or red wine for that matter.

He was just being nice and you were grateful.

Suddenly, you heard a knocking in your front door and you frowned.

"Coming" you burped right after this and snorted. Getting on your feet, you stumbled to your front door.

Opening the door to a frantic Santiago wasn't on your plans.

"Oh fuck, you're okay" he grabbed your face and kissed your forehead. He finally noticed the mess behind you. "Why is it so dark in here" He pushed past you and turned on the lights.

Santiago looked over at you and you winced at the sudden light.

"Pope, warn a girl." You tried walking normally to the sofa.

"What? Were you doing sexy stuff in the dark?" He snorted and really looked at you. The way you were having trouble stepping in front of you and he rolled his eyes.

"You kept drinking after your message, i see" He walked over to you and wrapped his hands around you. And walked you to your sofa. You both sat down and you frowned when his words finally sank.

"Message?"

"You sent me a voice mail an hour ago and i just saw it" he pulled out his phone, clicked on a few buttons and then your voice filled the air.

"Fuck, Santi, Pope, i love *hiccup* him so fucking much you have no idea he's my *sniffles* he's my *you burst out crying, loudly* World." The message ends and you cringe.

"That sounds nothing like me." You grab your wine and try to take a sip but Santiago covers the bottle's opening. The back of his hand touching your mouth. You grin and step back a little and say: "this is basically us making out" you laugh loudly and then stop, running to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

Meanwhile, Santiago goes to your fridge and pours a glass of water. He leaves it in the coffee table and go over to the bathroom.

You're sitting on the toilet with a small towel on your lips. When you hear the door creak you look up to see a kinda blurry Santiago.

"You look better" you mumble and he snorts.

"Wow, gracias" He says.

"No, that's not what I meant, i mean--"

"Hush" he says and grabs the towel from your hands, he feels it and it's wet with water thank fuck and not puke.

He cleans your mouth with it and you sigh, leaving him do whatever. You know he wouldn't hurt you. After putting the towel to dry, he grabs a scrunchie and grabs the ends of your hair and pulls it back in a pony tail.

"Come on" He offers his elbow and you grab unto him. He takes you back to the sofa and after you sit down, he starts cleaning up the mess you had made on the floor of the living room.

You're with your eyes closed with your head leaning back when you suddenly feel something. That something, is simply Santiago reading the crumped up invitation. You bite your lip and he, without looking at you, throws it in the trash.

Santiago knows about your love for Frankie. Unrequited love, it seems. But you also know about Pope's love for you. He has never said anything but you and Benny got drunk a year ago and he spilled Santiago's secret. A secret Benny felt so bad of telling, he made Will drive to your house at three am, way after you guys had parted for the night after some drinks and the love confession of a person that wasn't the one who, you know, wasn't in love with you. Whatever. And he made you swear to not say anything. With a dizzy mind, still trying to get over one of your friends being in love with you, you nodded.

It's been a year and you haven't said anything to Santiago. Normally, you talk about your feelings for Frankie, to Benny. But in your drunk stage you might have dialed for Santiago instead.

Santiago sits next to you and you notice your vision is getting better. He doesn't look as blurry as in the bathroom. You gulp. Santiago is looking at your turned off TV.

You both stay silent for what feels like hours but it's probably just a few minutes.

"You should sleep" he says and looks at his watch. "Big day tomorrow" At this, you can't help but pout. It's the drunk in you, really. "Or whatever" he says as an afterthought.

"I like the afterthought" You say with a small smile and you let him take you to bed.

****

The light was too bright in this church. You were the only loser with sunglasses in this place, and you could feel some old people giving you the side eye. Maybe wearing sunglasses at church was a devil kinda thing. You didn't know honestly.

"I don't know how I'm gonna get through this" Benny said next to you. And you looked over to see him take a small bottle of vodka, he started to open it and you grabbed it, took a huge gulp, leaving him with only a sip.

The bottle was back in his hands and he just stared at it.

"Bro" He said defeatedly.

You snort and then sigh loudly.

"The real person who doesn't know how they're gonna get through this is me, Benny. I may die." You say looking straight at a figure of Jesus.

"If u stop drinking you may live" He mumbles to himself but you hear him. His comment makes a half grin show up on your face.

"I'm not even drunk" you look over to him again. "At least not yet" shrugging, you feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump a little in your seat.

Benny's hand going to your thigh to calm you and when you look to your left, Santiago is there with a weird look on his face.

"Uh, Frankie wants to see you." He says looking at Benny but the words were directed to you. On the last second before he walks away he looks over at you and you know he can't really see your eyes but you see his and that's when you notice that this wedding is not only bad for you, but it's also taking a toll on him.

"I think he was talking to you" Benny says when Santiago walks away.

"He was" you get up and smooth your blue 50s era dress.

When you get to Frankie's door. You try to smooth the anxiety away. You start making the air exercises your therapist has told you about. Just when you're inhaling, the door opens and you see Will coming out.

"Fuck me, Will" You gasp and your hand clutches at your dress.

"Gladly" He smiles and you can't help but laugh out loud.

You purse your lips after your outburst and Will frowns at you.

"Why are you wearing glasses, weirdo." He grabs them and your hands were to late to stop him and he stares at you for a moment. Your eyes widened.

Will seems like he wants to say something but Frankie opens the door and cuts him off.

"Where's--" He notices you and his grin widens. You feel like you have never seen him smile as big as he is now doing, looking at you.

He grabs your hand and helps you get inside the little room.

When he closes the door, the air feels like it stepped away from your body completely. Your eyes are fixated on Frankie's collar and you notice the room is actually very small. You can barely walk in it, you try to take a step back and almost fall, but Frankie takes you by the waist and pulls you to him.

Once again the air feels tight and you finally look into Frankie's face. His face is adorned with facial hair and he has his reading glasses on. He says they're reading glasses but you KNOW he needs them, probably forever.

His eyes are a warm brown and you gulped down the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth.

Being this close to him was doing things to you, you could feel your whole body turn mushy against him but at the same time you felt electricity between the both of you.

Finally, Frankie's words seem to register in your mind. You hadn't even noticed he was talking.

"Do I look okay? I need your opinion. Can't get married without taking your opinion for it." His smile is nervous. And you wish you could kiss his nerves away. Your hands that were once on Frankie's waist, fall down to your sides and take your dress in your hands, holding tight. Trying to rid away the thought of kissing him randomly. Gosh, you love him so much.

You look behind you and move with your foot a gym bag and step away from Frankie. You give him a once over and you smile at his hands making a "well?" Gesture and you nod, biting your lip. "You look really good"

He releases a breath he was holding and you watch him walk and forth. The walk is not long because the room is very small and has a lot of things in the floor.

"I--I just, I'm ...nervous. I feel like what I'm doing is not what I...should...do." He finally looks at you and his eyes are pleading.

You clear your throat and grab his hand. Even with your gloves, you can feel the electricity between the two of you. Can he feel it? Probably not. And if he does...he probably thinks it's nothing.

"Do you love her?" You ask looking deeply into Frankie's eyes. He stammers and doesn't say anything. "Frankie, do you love her?" You ask again and he frowns.

"I think I do"

"You can't know; you have to feel it, Catfish. Just close your eyes." You grab his other hand, now holding both of his hands. "Visualize yourself at the altar" you say with your eyes also closed. "are you doing it?" You ask.

"Yes" he breathes and you take a peak and he has his eyes closed.

"Okay... Now the person you first imagine walking down the aisle is the person you truly love. It's okay if you imagine your mom first. It's just familiar love."

Frankie chuckles and then you continue: "Anyways but seriously, the person, that's not family, the first person you imagine, that's the one you truly, deeply, love and desire with all of your soul. Till death does you apart." Both you and Frankie open your eyes and you guys can't stop staring at one another. Daring it seems. Frankie is about to say something when someone knocks on the door and then just when the door opens you release Frankie's hands.

Will appears and you smile. You smooth out your dress and walk over to him, knowing already.

"It's time" he finally says and you nod.

Will walks away and you grab the door. You inhale, look behind, see that already Frankie is looking at you with what seems like a confused face.

"Good luck" you say before walking away.

***

You're not sure if what you heard is right. Frankie's words resonate all over your head like a melody, a melody that is going once, twice, thrice. Is that a word?

"...Y/N..." Frankie's words. Those were his words. He legit said that.

You repeat the whole scene in your head:

"Now repeat after me" the father says and Frankie nods even though he looks nervous. Sarah shoots him a confused look.

"I, Frankie Morales, take thee Sarah McAll as my lawfully wedded wife..." The father says.

Frankie blinks before repeating: "I, Frankie Morales, take thee Y/N..." he stops, frowns, then sees the look on his supposed to be wife, she seems hurt, and Frankie says: "No, uh, no--wait Yes--wait no. Fuck"

"No cursing please" the father says and Frankie shoots him a glare.

He finally takes in notice at the people around him. Everyone seems to be looking at him with their mouths opened. You, of all people, are looking at him strangely. Like you can't quite believe this is happening.

"Should we continue?" The father asks.

And just as Frankie says "Yes", Sarah says a rotund "No", firm.

Frankie pleads to her, grabs her hands but she steps away and then they walk away with everyone's eyes staring at them.

When Frankie and his supposed wife are gone, chatter begins all over the church. You, though, can't seem to utter a word. You feel someone's hand on yours and you look up with teary eyes over to Benny who is looking sympathetic. You can feel eyes on you, but you're trying to ignore. Keyword on trying.

Will's hand suddenly appears in front of Benny, and his giant hand opens to reveal a little bottle of vodka. You grab it and take a sip immediately.

"You're gonna get drunk" Benny whispers and you shoot him a glare.

"No, I'm not" you say, just as Will says: "No, she's not".

You look around, ignoring the glares thrown at you and try to see if Frankie reappeared. Should you talk to him? He did just say your name while he was trying to marry Sarah. What did that mean? Your hopes are not up though. You honestly don't think this means anything.

You notice, though, Santiago is not on his seat. He must have gone to tend to Frankie.

Fuck.

***

Frankie is walking back and forth in his tiny room. He almost falls and he kicks at a gym bag.

Sarah doesn't want to see him and he doesn't get why he said your name. He wasn't thinking of you. Or was he? His head is a mess.

Just then a knock sounds on his door and said door opens, revealing his best friend, Santiago.

"Pope, I--"

"It's okay Francisco. It was just mistake." Santiago says and he notices the way Frankie makes a face at the word mistake. "Or wasn't?..."

"I don't know" Frankie exhales and sits down on a chair. His head in his hands.

Santiago looks around the room, thinks about you and Frankie. His best friends. What's best for you and how the both of you could get there.

He finally sits down on the floor in front of Frankie and says: "What were you thinking?"

"What?" Frankie looks up with teary eyes, his mind thinking about so much all at the same time.

"Who where you thinking about when you saw Sarah walk across the aisle? You seemed...tormented" Santiago's hand squeezed Frankie's knee.

"I--I, don't know, I--"

"You do know" Santiago smiles and Frankie looks at him like he is crazy.

"I wasn't--Was I?--"

"Frankie you do get you're in love with Y/N right?"

Frankie's eyes widen. "Me? But how? How could I have never noticed?" He looks lost.

"It's okay Frankie. I always kinda knew you had a thing for her. I was always surprised though, how you never seemed to noticed it yourself." Santiago pats Frankie's knee and gets up. "Think about it. Think about it really hard. And then decide what to do." As he is walking out the door he stops and turns to Frankie. "It's okay. She loves you too." And walks away.

***

Wedding was cancelled. But the reception was not. Most of Sarah's family was gone and Frankie was nowhere to be seen.

You walked to the bathroom to retouch your mascara. You may have cried a bit. Not sure why. Well you kinda do, you feel like you ruined Frankie's big wedding.

The door opens to the bathroom and you see Frankie step in.

He looks, you don't know how to call it, sad but relieved? Maybe.

You put your mascara back to your purse and sigh. "I could've been peeing" you say and he smiles, almost as big as when you had gone to his room earlier.

He looks around and then stops at you. "It's a multi bathroom so i wouldn't have been able to see you"

"Right" you smile and turn over to him since you had been watching him from the mirror.

"Are you okay?" You finally ask after a minute staring at eachother.

"Yeah, I... I finally noticed something. Something that I hadn't been able to see for myself before." He walks over to you and your thighs tighten. Not sure why. Fuck, you just think him walking to you as slowly as he is, is really doing it for you.

He is smiling also. So lovingly at you, your breath catches in your throat when he finally stops right in front of you. You look up at him and he places his hand on your cheek.

"What is that?" You gulp.

"That I'm completely and crazy in love with you."

His words echoes all around the bathroom and you close your eyes as they fill with tears. You have no idea how many times you had imagined him saying that to you. In a beach, at a party, between your thighs. But never in a bathroom.

You chuckle and open your teary eyes. "do you really?"

Frankie frowns. His other hand cups your other cheek. "Of course. I've never been more certain of something, Y/N. When you told me to imagine someone walking down the aisle, the person that first came to mind, besides my mother..."

You laugh.

"...was you." He is looking at you with more love than he ever looked at Sarah. You feel bad for her for a moment. But then think: this is your moment. Enjoy it.

His eyes are so sincere you hold unto his shoulders as yours lips clash against him. Showing him all the love you feel for him. And have felt for years.

You love Frankie Morales, always and forever...

[roxyfoxgamer150]

Observer Mirabel turns into a feral cat for a few days. Chaos ensures.

Idk whats going on inside my head. It's 3am rn😂

Nah, a feral cat is too boring.

Lets make her a jaguar that is the size and best night vision of a tiger and the speed and sight of a cheetah AND the loudest voice of a lion AND can swim like a bengal tiger lmao

I'm making her OP lol

—————

I'm feline great

She just woke up like this.

A jaguar.

THAT WAS A SIZE OF A TIGER.

She gets up in a panic and immediately left her bed, god if her bed breaks she might as well buy another one.

She looks into a mirror, seeing that she did not wear her clothes at all while in her jaguar form.

The only clothes that stood with her was the poncho, and it was ripped.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" She yelled, she did not know that the Observer Madrigals were still in her casita, and heard her.

She moved her front paws, opening and closing them, wow her claws were actually the only amazing thing here. She stood up straight, she noticed she was much more larger than other jaguars, maybe she's the size of a male tiger?

Her door was quickly opened, "Mira is everything-" Observer!Dolores stared at her, eyes wide and jaw hanging open from surprise.

"I am a fucking jaguar." She stated while looking at Dolores with a serious face.

Observer!Dolores backed away, "I'll be downstairs. You- you can wake up the others because it recently became morning." She sprinted back downstairs.

Observer Mirabel blinked, "Okay she can understand me that's good." She walks up to her nightstand where her cracked glasses are.

She grabs her glasses with one paw, carefully not trying to touch its lenses, she wears it, and removes it from her face.

She notices that she has better eye sight. "Huh. Normally I only see blurry figures, but this is nice." She wears her glasses again, and walks out the door.

She quickly runs and knocks on everyones but Observer!Dolores' door and slides down the stairs.

She runs and bumps into the table, "Ouch, are you okay prima?" Dolores asked her, worried.

"One, I am not your prima-" Dolores' deflated "-and two, I am feline great. I will use this opportunity to say every single cat pun I have been taught of by Chat Noir." She stated.

Dolores looks at her in confusion. "Chat Noir? Who's that?" "Eh, you'll get it once you know the fandom." She just looks at her more with confusion.

Both of them began to prepare the table, with Observer Mirabel fixing the chairs and the plates, while Observer!Dolores puts the utensils on the table and the table cloth.

Dolores squeaked, "They're on the stairs, hm!" She ran off, making Observer Mirabel panic.

The first person to get to the dinning room was Observer!Luisa.

She stretched her arms, "Man that was the most relaxing sleep I have ever-" she cut herself off when she saw the tiger sized poncho wearing jaguar.

The jaguar was looking at her, frozen, it also had Observer Mirabel's poncho.

Luisa stared at it, shocked. "Mira? Is that you?" She asked, Observer nodded.

"OH MY GODDD" Luisa squealed, making the other observers go to her.

"Mija? Is something- ay Dios mio-" Observer!Julieta paused, seeing her youngest daughter as a jaguar.

"Mirabel? Are you still a human inside or do you have the mind of a jaguar now?" "Still a human inside, not sure about my organs though, I want to drink coffee- actually can I drink coffee? Because-" Observer Mirabel was cut off by Observer!Julieta putting a hand on her snout.

The jaguar growls, Julieta pulls her hand back, worried that her daughter has the instincts of a jaguar. Observer Mirabel just glares, "I paw-fur if you do not touch me in my feline form Julieta." She did not notice that her mama was sad that she was still called "Julieta" and not mama or mami.

Observer!Camilo, "Well since you're a jaguar now, wanna go to the Warrior Cats portal? It's still there." "Camilo I do not know the fandom remember?" "Oh."

Observer!Isabela snickers, "This will be an interesting week. Imagine if we went to an AU"

"WAIT WHAT IF WE GO TO AN AU WHERE MIRABEL CAN BECOME A LEGEND THAT PROTECTS THE ENCANTO"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GODS DO NOT-"

[apricotgojo]

hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez. 

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

  his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

 ‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

  ‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly.  “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you.  “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

More incorrect quotes, this time with the dynamic duo of Chris and Carl. I know I don't talk about my ocs much, and I'd appreciate if you gave them a chance even if you usually only follow me for my fnaf sun and moon stuff. Essentially Chris is a quiet, serious bookworm and Carl is an extroverted goofball, and they have a really fun friendship. Note that I LOVE asks, so if you have any questions about certain things, even if it is just general questions because you don't know their names or whatever, it means so much to me really. :)

Chris: Carl... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Carl: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Chris: Chris: I wrote sanitize, Carl.



Carl: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! Chris: That doesn't exist. Carl: Not with that attitude.



Carl: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!



Chris: So, she kissed me. Carl: And you kissed her back? Chris: No, I kissed her mouth.



Carl: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?



Chris: Damn, the power went out. Carl: Don’t worry, I got this. Carl: *stomps foot* Chris: What-? Carl: *Sketchers light up*



Chris: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium* Carl: Chris, what did you think a tiger shark was?



Chris: Hey, aren’t you Carl? Carl: You a cop? Chris: No. Carl: Then yes, I am.

(basically how they met /hj)



*out grocery shopping* Carl: *takes a free sample twice* Carl: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Carl: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, fuck."

Chris: Did you like the food I made? Carl: No, not really. Chris: But I put my heart and soul into it! Carl: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

( “be happy your kitchen is still intact”)

Chris: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Carl: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

Chris: You know what I’ve realized? Carl: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? Chris: Nice try, anyways-

Chris: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Carl: Why are you like this?? Chris: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

(This is concerningly accurate lmao.)

Carl: I’m scared that when you become rich and famous you’ll be embarrassed by me. Chris: Oh Carl, I’m already embarrassed by you.

(Chris, the master comforter)

Chris: My only talent is being stress. Carl: Don't you mean stressed? Chris: No.

(Being a workaholic does that to ya)

Carl: Chris, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Chris: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

(I love how I got this one both for Sun/Moon AND my ocs, and in both instances they fit perfectly on the first go. Every duo has that one person that never looks out for their own well being ig)

Chris: *seductively takes off glasses* Chris: Wow... Carl: *blushes* Haha... what? Chris: You're really fucking blurry.

(I don’t ship these two- though Carl is gay- but I thought the glasses thing was funny and fit Chris well as he... well can’t see shit without glasses)

Carl: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Chris: Spiders? Carl: Spiders it is then. Chris: No, that wasn’t- *But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*

Carl: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Chris: wHat? Carl: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Chris: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

(THE IRONY IN THIS- I  C A N ‘ T)

Carl: Watcha doin? Chris: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Carl: Scandalous. Carl: Can I help?

*Carl sends more than 5 messages in a row* Chris: I ain’t reading all that. Chris: I’m happy for you tho. Chris: Or sorry that happened.

Chris: I will beat all of you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. You go first. Carl: Rock. Chris: Paper.

(This was promptly followed by a pause as Carl processes what just happened, while Chris grins like that one smug cat with knives pointed at them)

Chris: What's that? Carl: Chocolate. Chris: What's chocolate? Carl: Candy. Do they not have candy where you're from? Chris: Yeah. Grapes, nuts. Carl: No wonder you're so bitter.

Chris: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away. Carl: What makes you say that? Chris: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it? Carl: Chris... You don't have a clue about this thing, do you? Chris: *screams in anger*

Carl: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Chris. Chris: I hate myself. Carl: Alright, square up.

(Carl may be a dork, and mildly an idiot, but he means well.)

Carl: I’m quick at math. Chris: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? Carl: 24. Chris: That wasn’t even close. Carl: But it was quick.

Carl: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Chris: I’m worried about you.

Chris: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. Chris: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

(He’s very hard on himself :w:)

Carl: It'll be fun. Carl: We'll make a day of it. Carl: Come on you punk bitch. Chris: I can't believe I have to say this. Chris: I don't have time to get tested for sti's with you tomorrow.

(Chris is asexual which makes this even funnier tbh)

Chris: Do you even know what an amulet is? Carl: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Chris: Carl, those are omelettes. Carl: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Carl: Try not to roll your eyes at me. Chris: I don't have pupils.

(Fun fact: Old Candy doesn’t have visible pupils, yet everyone knows when he is rolling his eyes.)

Chris: I’m going to hell. Carl: Probably. Chris: I'll pick you up? Carl: *nodding* Carpool.

Chris: When I was your age- Carl, mocking Chris: When I was your height. Chris: Chris: Listen here you little shit-

(Chris is 28, Carl is 25. But he is a bit shorter then him, and he hates it XD)

Chris: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Carl, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

(Chris is using a very outdated socializing dictionary okay??)

Carl: I won a new phone in a race. Chris: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Carl? Carl: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Chris: Carl likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Chris: *holds a gun out to Carl* Carl: I-I don't believe in guns. Chris: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

Chris: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

(What can I say? Chris is a wee bit feral)

Chris: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Chris: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

(Who needs sleep schedules?)

Chris: I can't imagine what Carl is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Chris: I’m sad. Carl: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. Carl: And das not good.