#absent crusty

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 13- Dear Emily and Richard-Part 3

I love Emily's 1983 hair.

Earlier in the episode, Lorelai implies the first flashback is taking place sometime before Christmas, but it’s unclear to me if the second flashback took place around the same time or after the holidays. Lorelai has already put on pregnancy weight and she looks like she suspects she might be pregnant, but it’s not really said outwardly. Canonically, Rory was born in early October so Lorelai should have played Hide The Frozen Pickle With Crusty around New Years, give or take. The conception timeline could be slightly wonky in this episode, but golly, the spirit is there.

I like how they slapped one single Duran Duran poster on Lorelai's bedroom door so you know this takes place in 83.

Because Lorelai and Crusty did the Devil's Cha Cha and Lorelai can't zip up her once form fitting dress for the upcoming Debutante Ball (it really, really looks like a wedding dress), Emily thinks it's because her dressmaker screwed up so she leaves to go all Early 80's Karen on her ass.

Whoa! Luke without a hat! A rarely used square on my Episode Bingo Board! Yahoo! Bless the hair stylists on this show. There were so many truly valiant attempts to hide Scott Patterson's hair loss. Also: Tomatos sign. And why is Luke so naked and hatless? He has a hot date with a boring lawyer, of course. He's going to take her to some nice place with tablecloths and napkins. The stages of Lorelai Meeting Nicole for the first time:

There's a lady walking in! You're going on a date with that lady! Nice to meet you, Lady. The lady has a cellphone?! She's a lawyer?! A lawyer lady with a cellphone?! You're dating a lawyer lady with a cellphone!

"Make as many phone calls as you want (on our first date)"? Luke, are you in there? Lawyer lady with a phone (LLWAP) has him shooketh. Lorelai when they're out of sight:

Oh, Ms GIlmore is NOT happy. Let's unpack what Lorelai's butcher counter of beefs with this woman who she just met and exchanged four words with might be. As dull and Waspy as Nicole is, she was perfectly pleasant. Lemme guess: Lorelai a) does not like that Nicole has a high paying job b) thinks Luke should only date within his own social strata c) she has a phone which she uses to make important business calls outside of office hours which makes her a Stinky Rich Person. d). The Gilmore Girls do not share their toys. Even when they're not actively playing with them. Ding ding ding! There's your million dollar answer.

I can't decide which thing currently happening is the most insane. A grown adult demanding that a high schooler rush to a hospital after school to accompany her father's girlfriend in labor, or the fact that Rory SAID YES. SHE SAID YES I'LL LEAVE SCHOOL AND BUY A TRAIN TICKET AND GO TO THE HOSPITAL IN BOSTON BECAUSE SHE IS A SPINELESS JELLYFISH. To add one extra layer of ridiculousness to the Insanity Jello Salad: While Sherry was the one to invite Rory to the gals party at the hospital for the planned c-section, it was actually her random coworker Maureen that called Rory after Sherry went into labor ahead of schedule, a Maureen that Rory has never met who demanded Rory show up and RORY AGREED AND BOARDED A TRAIN TO BOSTON. The same Rory who moments ago shrugged and flatly referred to the impending bundle of joy as her “sort of a sister”, and she's not doing this because she cares about Creepy Sherry, and there’s nothing in it for Rory, so why did she do this? It's Rory's constant companion, Pathological People Pleasing. I can't throw Lorelai under the train here, because Rory did this behind her back and Lorelai's obviously too pre occupied with Hatless Luke and Lawyer Lady With a Phone at the moment to know Rory’s whereabouts. You know Rory, you could have walked away from the train to Boston and instead taken advantage of both Luke and Lorelai's absence to go swap some spit unsupervised with Jess instead of agreeing to this crazy crap. Idiot.

Is that a poster for condoms in the background?

Turns out none of Sherry's coworkers besides Maureen actually showed up because they were all too busy Working and had already banked their PTO days for Sherry's c section, so tough noogies, Sherry! Thank God Rory is here, because childbirth is putting her father's girlfriend into a state of mental anguish and only her clueless 18 year old stepdaughter can save the day.

Maureen? Oh Maureen can't do it. Back to workies! She's a real stand up gal. *long pause* Um. Where the fuck is Christopher?

OH, HOW CONVENIEEEEENT.

Sherry is in the midst of a sobbing meltdown over the absence of everyone she knows, including Wandering Crusty, and I can't blame Rory for being totally useless, because what the heck can she do or say? But girl... you really gotta learn to say no to people. Sherry grabs onto Rory's arm like a python. Rory remarks "Gee, you're looking thin." End scene. This is totaly wackadoodle city. Yeehaw! Sure, it seems as if Lorelai never discusses sexual responsibility with Rory, but after this experience, I hope something sinks in for Rory.

[benevadeca]

OK the answer TO ME is that trolls are like. To make up with the Canon inconsistencies. Like so uhhhh just brainstorming here but it makes sense the pop trolls population is fucked bc of being annually eaten. So like lack of old people entirely outside the monarchs bc same models lol.

Age is subjective after the developmental years? So it's more quite literally a state of mind. Which can rationalize tiny in the 3rd movie being like IM A MAN and guy only being just a little skeptical and neither branch nor poppy worrying abt him when he was possibly gonna fall off that building lol.

So the monarchs age more bc it's like. Responsibilities and having to tackle Real Feelings and Consequences outside of the present moment. So branch who looks absolutely decrepit with his crows feet bc he was always looking forward on a long scale. Building a bunker he could last 10 yrs in alone. Waiting for his brothers in some unspecified future.

Vs like floyd who even tho he got marinated in a bottle and anime white hair he still has extreme baby face as an indeterminate maybe 30 smth yr old. Like yes months of captivity sucks its not years and you only gotta worry about the immediacy of escape.

[juletheghoul]

The General

a/n: So, the Roman got me. It was to be expected, honestly lol. I am well aware we know practically nothing about this character but I couldn't help myself. I wrote reader as a slave here, if you aren't into that - no worries. This is un beta-ed, any mistakes are my own. Shout out to @foli-vora for letting me flood her with my thoughts and ideas and for helping me flesh it out🩷 Hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, some dirty talk, creampie, alcohol, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) one creepy dude making a pass, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus, let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

reblogs are appreciated

Series masterlist Masterlist next chapter; the baths

He comes through the tent flap late into the night, covered in blood, grime, and rage, and yet - you are there to greet him. The gods have seen it fit to bestow him with another day of victory, another day of life and with that life, comes his expectations of you.

You rush to pour the water you’ve kept hot at his fire into the basin he uses to wash, eyes scanning quickly for the clean linens he uses to cleanse himself of the gore of battle, and making yourself scarce once the basin is full.

He says nothing, but he has no need to. 

You watch from your place at the edge of his vision, every nerve and receptor in your body honed to anticipate his needs. 

His armor needs to be cleaned before first light, thank the Gods I didn’t fall asleep. I will need to mend the tear in his tunic as well–

His hand shot out, face up towards you, interrupting your mental tally of his state but your body responds quicker than your mind and you’re there in an instant, placing the clean linen into his dampened hand. Still, he says nothing. 

You move towards his table while he finishes, shuffling his maps and well laid battle plans with great care in order to set out the olives and cheese he likes, the crusty bread and the dark wine he prefers. 

“General.” The gruff voice at the tent flap scares you half to death, but you don’t cry out. You’re too well-trained for that. A few of his soldiers stand at the threshold. “We wish to share a cup, a toast to your victory.” They are eager, the red glint of blood still fresh in their eyes. 

He grunts in response, but gestures to his table before giving you a pointed look. You rush to fetch more cups, setting them down at the extra places at his table. They are all seated by the time you finish pouring for them, and with another glance from Marcus–your general–you move to fetch more food from his stores. 

They’re raucous, the heat of the battle still coursing through their veins. Where Marcus is focused on calming the blood, they are eager to stoke the fire. They are either oblivious to his dark mood, or unbothered by it. 

“More wine!” One of them cries out, despite the way the General’s jaw clenches. You hurry to comply, pouring into the younger man's cup without spilling. “You are lucky General Acacius, a pretty, young, thing like this waiting to warm your bed of a night,” he leers up at you, his gaze slipping across your body like eels in a bowl, “would you share your wealth, I wonder.” His other hand slides up the back of your thigh causing you to gasp, his touch wholly unwelcome. 

“If you would like to keep your hands, I suggest you keep them to yourself.” His voice cuts through the air, “Come girl, take my cup away. I have no taste for wine just now.” You move away from the unwanted touch and towards Marcus, avoiding his eyes to complete the task at hand. “Go now, all of you. I will see you in the morning.” He moves from his place at the table, and if the others are unwilling to comply, they make no mention of it. The table is clear by the time he comes back, absent unwanted company. 

He says nothing while removing his armor, but you rush to his side to assist anyway, carefully putting the pieces aside to clean. 

The mood shifts, and his gaze now bores into you, and your heart races to feel it. Where the other man's eyes made your skin crawl, Marcus’ eyes feel like a caress. You feel them on the slit in your tunic, where your thigh is exposed. You feel them on your chest when you turn towards him to help take his chest plate off. 

Goose flesh spreads like a stain across your skin, and your cunt weeps for him, betraying any thoughts that you might not want what he quite obviously wants to give you. The proof of it tenting his tunic when the leather Pteruges are removed.

Those brutal hands, the ones that’d been covered in blood and grime not an hour past, now grab onto your hips, the grip hard enough to bruise. The thin linen shift does nothing to insulate you from his heat, does nothing to dull the press of his want against your belly. Any doubts swimming in your mind about crossing this line with him–again–are silenced when the linen is all but ripped off, leaving you almost shivering in his arms. 

The arousal is something fierce, an entity all in its own and it responds to his brusque movements with a perverse glee. It sets your nerves alight, drips down onto your thighs as he herds you towards his bed mat. His intensity infects you, it strengthens your grip, you’d swear it sharpened your nails by the way you rip at the very tunic you’re going to have to mend.

You land on your back amongst his linens and he’s quick to follow you there. It takes less than a breath for him to shrug everything off, both of you as nude as the day you were born. 

“Open your legs.” His voice is gruff, and thick with want, the same want that smears fat pearly drops against the skin of your thigh. 

Your nipples harden, drawing both his eye, and his mouth as you hurry to comply. He bites, pulling a gasp from your lips. His tongue quickly soothes it though, this is his pattern, an addictive balance of pain and pleasure. First one breast, then the other gets his attention, but only briefly, his desire burns too brightly. 

You only manage to pull his face up to yours before his cock finally slips into your wet heat, feeding a gasp directly into his mouth when you take his kiss with a force to rival his own. 

The size of him always shocks you into silence. He isn’t the first man to have you this way, your chastity had been gone long before you came into his service; you were glad of it to feel the way he molded you to accept him though. Now, and every time he’s been inside you. 

His stroke is brutal, it’s hard, and rough and all but moves you higher onto his mat. It’s perfect.

Your knees hitch high onto his hips, just as he raises one knee to press against the back of your thigh for purchase and it pays off because he finds the spot that makes you keen. 

He lets out a breathy laugh, relishing the state of you and the euphoria of your climax is far too close to feel any shame. Instead your cunt floods him, the slip of him moving so noisy and vulgar and welcome and blissful it pushes you closer still.

“More, please—“ you moan out the words, the first words you’ve spoken to him since he’d returned from a day of violence and he corrects you even now. 

“More what,” he grunts, anger and ecstasy shining on his visage, “speak correctly, girl.” His voice is clipped, his movements faltering and you know he’s close.

“More please, Dominus.” They’re a whimper, and he responds to them just how you hoped he might. He moves quickly and for a moment you can see how he’s earned his reputation, agile and smooth and within a moment he sits back on his haunches, pulling your hips up to meet his thrusts. 

You don’t know whether to scream, or weep, either way you thank the Gods for putting you in this man’s way. The pleasure is peppered with pain where his fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, and you know you will feel the ache of holding them open tomorrow, but it’s so hard to care when it feels so good.

The precipice looms, the shadow of the climax clouding anything and everything and when you reach down towards where you’re spread wide, it only takes a couple of quick, wet circles at your clit to float away.

He groans, hips stuttering and you know you’ve taken him over the edge with you, you can feel the evidence of it painting your insides. His eyes glaze over as he watches himself fill you to the brim, slack-jaw and drunk on his orgasm and your flesh on display for him. 

“I expect you to remain full of my gift-“ his tone is filthy, lust and victory of a different kind on his features as he grinds himself deeper, “until I take you again.” He hisses the last few words out, pulling his softening cock out to inspect his mess. “Am I understood?”

“Yes Dominus.” The words are sweet as summer fruit on your tongue, eager to please him.

He smiles, but it’s predatory and it makes you clench around nothing, your body betraying your words when you feel his spend dripping out in front of his eyes.

He tsks, pushing it back in with thick fingers.

“You are well aware I don’t tolerate such insolence.” His eyes narrow, but his mood is still playful, removing his fingers from your cunt, only to stick them in your mouth. “Now, get some rest. I expect you up at first light.” He speaks with absolute authority as you suck his fingers clean, and nod.

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[valsverse]

hellooo! i was just binge reading all your works and immediately followed, and saw that you were taking requests soo i wanted to request a lil something!

it’s a percy x f!reader where they stay up late to wait for christmas together! scenario could preferably be on top of their apartment rooftop or smth, but i wouldn’t mind any other choices you’d like! thank youuu, once again i love your workkkk <3

𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ MEET ME AT THE ROOFTOP | percy jackson x gn!reader [wc: 924] thank u anon for ur kind words, ur the sweetest!!

you had a couple ideas of where you'd be on christmas eve. tucked under the covers of the bed you and percy were sharing while you were over for the holidays, wrapping up last-minute presents, staying up late due to the surge of adrenaline, maybe?

you were pretty wrong about all of those.

"'just hope this year isn't as hectic as last," percy's voice cuts through your thoughts as he tosses rocks off the rooftop of the apartment complex, trying to hit a nearby tree.

you nod absently, hands fiddling with the red and green macaroni necklace that estelle had thrust into your hands the moment you stepped foot into the jackson household. the frigid wind bites at your skin, but you don't complain. percy, however, smushes your face into his shoulder, covering the remaining exposed part of your cheek with his hand.

as you nuzzle further into his warmth, percy glances at the blue, glowing watch that he'd picked up from a cornerstore years ago. it was old and looked like it had been through a war, but it still worked. "only three more minutes," he murmurs, holding up his wrist so you could see the neon blue numbers reading '11:57'. against the blackness of the night, the color was almost garish, but it was softened by the warm glow of christmas lights that adorned percy's neighborhood.

you smile, your lips dry and cracked from the cold. percy had brought you up here solely to be the first to give you your gift on christmas day. he and estelle had a running competition, and he couldn't present it to you in the house without her popping up from seemingly nowhere. the rooftop was the only place of privacy. it was technically cheating, but estelle had won for the past two years and percy was petty. the small gift box next to the boy didn't go unnoticed by you.

"you wanna try?" percy asks, handing you the rock he'd been about to throw. he still hasn't hit his target. you muttered a quiet 'yeah,' took a deep breath, and hurled the rock off the roof.

it hit the tree square on.

percy looked genuinely flabbergasted. mind-boggled, if you will. "you're sick," he says at last. "why would you do this to me?"

"you can defeat the god of war at the age of twelve but you can't hit a tree that's like, thirty feet away?" you retort, breath visible in the frigid air.

"take that back!" percy laughs, his knit beanie tumbling off his head as he tackles you to the rooftop ground, holding your face in his hands.

percy could be intimidating when he wanted to be, but up here, with a smile lighting up his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief, he was anything but.

"i'm gonna make you sorry," he warns.

"sorry for what?" you quip, breathless from the effort of holding him off when he wants to reach you this badly. "that all those years of sword training couldn't build up your muscles enough to hit a tree that close to you?"

he ignored your taunt, his fingers squeezing yours as he ducks down into your space. you laugh, squirming away, pushing your hand (with his still twined into it) against his face.

"you suck at this," you tease. "and you won't win!"

"oh, yeah?" he says, his smile wide and gleaming. two of his teeth are a little sharp at the corners, reminding you of a shark. fitting.

percy's lips part, ready to speak, but just then the alarm on his watch, the old and crusty one that he showed you earlier, went off, the sound piercing through the quiet night air. you glanced at the time.

midnight exactly.

percy releases you, thankfully. your arms were starting to strain. you lied about the muscle thing, he was pretty strong.

"c'mere," he says, picking up the box that he wrapped, the paper crinkling in the spots where his fingers were touching it. you sit next to him, feet dangling off the rooftop. he puts the box in your hands and you eagerly tear off the wrapping paper.

inside was a stunning multi-colored bracelet, with multiple chains and twists and turns that caught the light. you looked up at percy, who was already watching you. "i've been saving up," he says, his eyes downcast. "what do you think?"

you had to take a moment before responding. "i love it perce, really." you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, admiring the way it glinted in the christmas lights. he even got it in your favorite color. "thank you."

he let out a sigh of relief, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal a matching bracelet on his own wrist, but in blue. "good," he breathes, a small smile playing at his lips. "'cause if you didn't, then you'd have to see it everytime i held your hand, anyway."

you gape at him, then grin. you like the idea of having a piece of him with you, even when he was away. you reached up to cup his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "was this just an excuse for you to buy yourself a cool bracelet?" you tease.

percy shook his head, his smile growing. he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, then took your hand in his, holding it up to the sky. the christmas lights around you seemed to glow brighter, illuminating the two of you. "one for me, one for you," he says, his voice low and warm.

[mybeautifulwifegojo]

fuck it, vampire au where Satoru was the brightest star of Japan's monster-hunting society and then he got turned by some rando and in a fit of rage killed him and nearly 200 civilians. For this unspeakable act Gojo Satoru was bound and gagged and sealed in a cave behind a waterfall that used to be a holy site.

400 years later, Sasaki and Iguchi have a semi-popular YouTube series about scary places in Japan, and Yuji is their Resident Skeptic who really does want to support his friends, but like. ain't no way there's ACTUALLY a demon sealed in that old cave that's been cordoned off since the 80s. no fucking way. but the three of them go in, Yuji taking point as usual, and find that the cave is.... way deeper than reported.

weird.

there's whispering in the dark, and strange scuttling noises, but nothing they can see. and nothing comes at them. there aren't even any spiders or bats in here--like animals won't come here.

...even weirder.

and then. just as Yuji is about to suggest turning back. the flashlight beam lands on a body that's been strung up, bound, sealed, and ritually drained of blood.

the body's eyes are open, and he's furious.

so anyway after Sasaki and Iguchi stop screaming, Yuji unties the guy because clearly something illegal happened here and holy shit the guy is so cold but he's still moving and breathing and talking??? it's a weird, old fashioned dialect but Yuji understands enough to convince the man to come with them to the hospital. the man seems weirdly fixated on Yuji, asking his name and who his parents are and if he's a "sorcerer", but really he has so many wounds and they're all dry and crusty and smell like rot and Yuji just really wants to make sure he's not dying.

as soon as they exit the cave, there's like five sorcerers already there ready to fight Satoru. he's weakened, now, surely they can kill him.

except Yuji is hurt trying to stop the violence, and Satoru gets a whiff of his blood, and knows.

"Heir of Sukuna, please forgive me for this."

Three drops of Yuji's blood is all Satoru needs to subdue the enemy.

Fast-forward three years, 18yo Yuji moves to Tokyo and gets a job in the kitchen of a incredibly fancy bathhouse (mostly for sorcerers and hunters but also a genuine business), because he brought kikufuku and hotpot he made at home for the interviewer and staff to try. Nobara, charged with showing him the ropes, asks how long he's been cooking; he tells her most of his teen years, but the kikufuku is because his wife has a sweet tooth and begs him to make it a lot.

"Wife?? Aren't you only eighteen??"

"Oh--yeah, we're not actually married yet. He just likes being called my wife, and I like being his husband. It makes it easier to wait for the law to change. Plus it's fun to introduce him as my wife because homophobes don't know what to do about a tall, buff dude enjoying being a housewife."

Nobara meets Yuji's wife that night. He is very tall and buff, and also clearly adores Yuji in a way that makes the fact that he's the legendary vampire Gojo Satoru slightly less horrifying. Like, it's very hard to imagine the man currently whining about not having a 'proper' garden anymore here in the city as covered in blood and viscera. Especially since he keeps swinging his and Yuji's clasped hands like a restless child and dropping absent kisses on Yuji's head, and Yuji is obviously so pleased by all these little displays of affection. It is sickening how cute these two are.

.......Nobara decides not to report Satoru's presence to the council yet. She has a very hard time believing this puppy-dog of a man is dangerous to humans.

(she's right. Satoru is utterly uninterested in hurting people, now that he's calmed down and learned that he only needs a few ounces of Yuji's blood once a month to stay alive. It does piss him off that monsters and other creatures of the night keep trying to seduce Yuji into following Sukuna's footsteps and becoming the prophesied Demon King who will destroy all of humanity. Who will make Satoru kikufuku if Yuji goes bad??? AND WHY DO ALL THESE OTHER VAMPIRES KEEP TRYING TO DRINK HIS HUSBAND'S BLOOD??????)

((Yuji just thinks it's funny that they keep trying, because Satoru is clearly the reason dead vampires keep turning up with "homewrecker" carved into their foreheads. when will they get the message that Yuji's a one-wife man?))

[reticenceofladyeva]

Fiber Snippet

Sokka can feel the rhythm around the camp, an ebb and flow like the tide. It reminds him of the fish up north. They haven't spoken to each other in hours, but Katara and Zuko move around each other with a practiced ease; Zuko lights the fire with an absent flick of his wrist before settling into an annoyingly talented version of vegetable chopping (Sokka's efforts are always much more hackneyed).

As he works, Katara adds things to the beaten cookpot, stirring the water with her bending occasionally while fussing over the state of their dishware. (It's not Sokka's fault if they're a little crusty. Aang has been on dish duty). Zuko sets aside his (sharp, too sharp) knife and begins rummaging in a pack for something. Katara sets another pot on the fire and fills it with snowy white rice, and Zuko sneaks behind her and empties a bag of fire flakes into it. Sokka can feel his mouth watering, but who's to say whether it's hunger-fueled anticipation or dread gnawing his stomach.

As the rice and stew simmer, Katara swipes tea leaves from Zuko's makeshift workbench, swatting his hand away from a teapot with a flick of water. Zuko doesn't flinch. Still, Sokka doesn't miss the way he rolls his eyes, or the way Katara glares at him. Waving one hand in her direction, rather dismissively, Zuko turns away and busies himself cleaning his knife and the crusty plates Katara had been pouting over. Sokka blinks. He'd missed the bucket of water, now steaming, between them.

"Whatcha looking at?" Toph thumps down beside him, spreading her toes in the dirt and tossing her head back.

"Dinner," Sokka says, feeling that the gnawing might be from hunger after all. He's certain spicy rice is nothing to be afraid of. Probably.

"Yeah," Toph says, and Sokka can hear the smile in her voice. "I missed Katara's cooking. Next time, we're leaving you behind."

"Hey!"

[theh3rminator]

Thank you, Scarri. I truly think you might have been the only person I could reasonably talk about this with.

I get too guilty to discuss it with Normal. And Im not exactly sure Taylor would understand.

Im.. Im glad I came to Earth with you. It’s let me mature, i think. That and I didn’t have much going for me before the inciting events of the dance (other than trying to snag the mascot suit, but thats come to fruition)

Ive made it out of hell after a mediocre conversation with my father (went better than expected, however)

Im currently in the goofs realm while I recharge (mostly mentally, but physically as well.) but Ill rendezvous with you all shortly.

( @the-boss-kicks @tayler-swift @scarrinotspooky @teenytheteentheteen )

[yours-truly-bunie]

Your blog’s aesthetic is so freaking adorable and I am thriving for it.

I saw that requests were open and I wanted to know if I could possibly get some headcanons with Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, and the Undertaker with a reader who is very absent-minded? Basically head-empty, up in the clouds kind of person?

I.. Don't know if I can write for Claude and Undertaker yet ;; sorysory but I'll try the others as I'm in s2.. And finishing it.. But I have no idea if you wanted Ciel and Alois to be their age or aged up so I'll go for aged up (we're also ignoring Elizabeth for this one)

How do Ciel, Sebastian, and Alois take care of an absent-minded reader?

Ciel, Sebastian, Alois x reader

Warnings: mentions of getting injured, fights, mention of 'die', alois' attachment issues.

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Ciel♚

Ciel is somehow irritated and confused about it

Like how can someone be so absent-minded?? It's probably because he hasn't met someone like that before

Most of the time he has to snap you out of your 'head in the clouds' moment

Okay okay the times he actually gets irritated are the ones when you have to work on a case

It gets him worried sick at the thought of you getting injured from you being so absent-minded!

Especially in some kind of fight situation

As much as he won't admit it, he really cares for you, he really does

Ig he just doesn't know how to show it GENUINELY

Yes I had to make it all caps

But maybe some tea parties can show it

Although you make him very worried and confused with the things you do

Your smile and basically everything makes up for that

Seriously

Sebastian♜

Okay now this one

He actually finds your 'habit' amusing and adorable

But yes he does think you might get injured because of this or even get targeted by their enemy or smth

No worries, darling! He will still protect you if you are in any danger

That includes you might chopping your finger off while chopping some vegetables in the kitchen and dazed out

If anybody makes fun of your absent-minded situation he'll solve it out

And by that is probably torturing them fufufu

Overall, finds it adorable but also is cautious for you (imagine you were also clumsy 💀)

Alois♔

I have no idea abt this dude but I think he'd make fun of it or even tease you for it

Yeah I'll go for tease

He'd tease you until you die

But the moment you start getting minor injuries because of this habit of yours

He's starting to get concerned and worried

And if you start having LARGE injuries..

That's where he makes the servants watch out for you

The moment you're about to trip over or step on something

Boom! One of the triplets is cleaning it up or swiftly taking it away

It's like the Trancy Manor has been baby proof

It's probably because of Alois' attachment issues

He can't have you leave him!

He doesn't show it that much because of how much he teases you but he cares and loves you!

For real

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Note: sorysory if it's STILL crusty but I tried lol and also if it's ooc I'm also sorry.. I tried to make the hcs longer tbh. Fufufu also ty for da compliment abt my blog's aesthetic!

Thank you! ❦

[masterqwertster]

For the Loads of Snuggles and Hugs list, could I request "gently wiping tears from the other's face", with Ashton and FCG?

Snuggles and Hugs Prompt

Once Ashton has their meager little camp between that fucking silver mine and Evishi set up, his dinner slowly cooking over the fire, he beckons the little automaton closer to the rock he’s made a seat out of.

 Fresh Cut Grass wobbles over from where they’d posted up at the edge of Ashton’s bed roll. There’s a distant air to them, like they’re not quite all there in the moment.

“All right, let’s get you cleaned up,” Ashton brusquely announces, wielding a cooking pot full of water and an old rag.

“...Cleaned up?” Fresh Cut Grass hesitantly asks.

“Yeah. Probably should have done this earlier, to be honest. But I figured it might be better to get away from that mess first,” Ashton absently explains, gently pulling the automaton in closer.

“O-okay,” they assent, left hand fingers nervously tugging at the unresponsive fingers of their right hand.

“I mean, unless you want to keep the blood from your friends as a paint job…?” Ashton awkwardly offers. It would definitely be… a look, that’s for sure. Certainly not one Ashton would entertain for himself, but to each their fucking own, you know?

“Wha-! No, no. I don’t– I don’t want that,” the little automaton denies, more life to him than he’s really had since they buried his companions. 

“Okay,” Ashton curtly nods.

The genasi removes the sling he’d put Fresh Cut Grass’s non-functional arm in so it won’t get wet, guiding the limp arm down to hang at the automaton’s side. Then he pours about half of the pot out over their head, letting the water clear what it can without a good scrub.

“Tell me if I’m scrubbing too hard, okay?” Ashton instructs Fresh Cut Grass as they dip the rag into the remaining water. 

They get an absent nod in reply. One that sends droplets of water streaking down his face. 

It’s instinct that has Ashton reaching forward to cradle that metallic face, his thumb gently swiping a drop sliding down from Fresh Cut Grass’s working eye. 

Just like people wipe away another’s tears.

Automatons can’t cry. Ashton knows that. But unlike any other automaton he’s seen, Fresh Cut Grass has feelings. And right now? Right now the little fella is sad as hell. They buried their friends’ rotting, mangled corpses that they’d had to stare at for days only a few hours ago. Who wouldn’t be sad enough to cry from shit like that?

Unfortunately, Ashton is absolute fucking shit at being comforting. They’re too rough, too blunt, too much of an asshole. Not soft at all, not like they used to be, once upon a time. 

Yet they’re all the automaton has got at the moment.

It was bringing forth that forcefully buried piece of Ashton that liked to get attached to people and things like the world’s biggest fucking idiot. That fucking stupid piece of them wanted to be soft, be comforting, even though they’re absolute shit at it. 

And Ashton should not indulge it. There’s no use in being soft. It just shows people where to put the fucking knife later. Just hurts all the more when they fucking leave Ashton, just like they always do.

So maybe Ashton uses a little more force than he needs to clear away the crusty dried blood on Fresh Cut Grass’s faceplate. If he does, the automaton doesn’t protest it. And Ashton works his way down the beaten yellow chassis, clearing away the dark, rust red stains of carnage. His hands unconsciously gentling the further into the silent process he gets.

“Alright, lemme get some fresh water for one last rinse, and then I think we’re done,” Ashton declares, dumping the pot of now-somewhat grimy water out behind them.

It takes no time at all to refill the pot and return. Ashton upends the whole thing over Fresh Cut Grass’s head once more, streaks of water running down the now clean steel and sparkling in the firelight.

“Looking good,” Ashton compliments as they check for any spots they might have missed.

“Th-thank you,” the little automaton trembles as they jerkily nod their head.

Once more, water drips from his eye lenses like tears.

Something in Ashton cracks, and he knows he’s not going to be able to leave this little robit alone. Ever.

“Hey, hey. It’s going to be alright,” they softly whisper, cupping FCG’s face with both hands, thumbing away more tears and pressing their forehead to his. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

[bigassfemurs]

13/10/2024

hihihi i have been ABSENT ((aka got locked out of my account because tumblr didn’t want to cooperate on my phone </3)) but now i am BACK

i’m doing another M2, so that means new classes and most of all a new dissertation to prep and write :’))) but honestly i can’t wait !!

in my palaeopathology class we have to study a skeleton and then write a report about it and i’m just having so much fun manipulating these bones ! the tibias are particularly crusty which is fuuuuun

other than that i’m reading tons of articles and taking tons of notes and telling myself that what i really need in my life is a fucking ipad :’) i can barely stay organised it’s a mess

anywayyyys bisous bisous ! i hope you had a productive day :*

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 3, Episode 13- Dear Emily and Richard-Part 2

Lorelai receives a call at the inn from some old fogey who wants them to host his retirement party, but he can't settle on a theme for the party. Michel, much like Jess moments earlier, is triggered by a minor work inconvenience and unveils a detailed plot to first hobble his knees then bury the man alive in what is turning out to be a dark, dark timeline. And we haven't even gotten to Crusty yet. It's a pre Halloween horror fest!

Lane is just hanging out at the inn for some unknown reason, helping Lorelai make decorations? And listening to Michel's gruesome murder plans and not saying a word. Meanwhile Lorelai has sent Rory on a mission to fetch Dean. Oh, here they are now!

Get it? It's a Big Red Flag! Teehee! Rory shows up with an invitation to Creepy Sherry's Scheduled C Section Extravaganza.

February 7th! Hey, that's my birthday! Welcome to this cruel cruel world, Gigi, my fellow Aquarius. Your mother is Absent Sherry and your father is Absent Crusty and Rory is your Completely Uninterested Absent Sister. Oh boy are you fucked! Good luck!

*SIGH* *opens Googs* Laura Mercier is apparently a brand of makeup. It still exists today, and now that I've made the connection, it does sound vaguely familiar. Demerol is a painkiller.

Yah, that's the spirit, Rory. Much enthusiasm. Gigi would be 21 this year. Maybe Gigi also pulled a Jess, booked a good therapist in her late teens, threw off the shackles of her childhood trauma, and made millions with some kind of art at a young age so she could shrug "She's sort of my sister" about Rory while rolling around on a waterbed covered with 8 million dollars. Jess:"Rory is sort of my cousin."

Crossing off "Delicious Looking Fake Food" and "Millennial Pop Culture Reference" From my Bingo Card. Actually, we have a rapid fire 4x MCPR (Millennial Pop Culture Reference) blitz in under a minute. As always, there is likely some underlying context to these jokes that are going over my head so feel free to correct me. Let's go girls. Beanie babies-#1.

Oh stop, Lorelai. We know Rory doesn't do anything to earn money.

MCPR #2. Adrian Zmed is (was?) an actor and she is implying that he'll "do ridiculous things for money, including his whole career" which I don't get because he had just won a crapton of Oscars that year for The Pianist. Did she mean "Milo Ventimiglia"?

MCPR #3. I'm counting "another reference to a time when Amazon was only selling books" as a MPCR (Millennial Pop Culture Reference). Turns out the boxes were filled with a bunch of travel books from Emily.

MPCR #4. Paris and Nicky Hilton. The Simple Life had just come out that year. So is the joke is that like Emily & RIchard, Paris and Nicky Hilton are also Rich People Who Go To Europe? That's about where the similarities end as far as I'm concerned. Meh. I'm saying that AmyShermanPalladino could have come up with a better pair of Rich Snoots to compare E&R to. Boo! Write better jokes! Anyway, as L&R are perusing the travel books from the 80's, Lorelai starts to reminisce about her childhood while I go take a nap.

SUCH bad casting. Bleh.

Heh heh.

The big problem with Teen Crusty's actor is that besides the physical resemblance to David Sutcliffe being phoned in long distance, this geek is way too sincere and not nearly slimy enough to make me believe he's a Young Crusty/Sutcliffe. He's not some devil may care walking red flag wrecking Porsches on purpose and impregnating dopey girls on freezing cold balconies. Boo! Bad casting! BOO! He looks and sounds like he's late for a meeting to preside over the algebra club. As for the actress playing Lorelai, B for effort. She's trying. It's just that no one is really going to pull it off. You're not going to get some random young bubbly brunette actress to fill Lauren Graham's shoes and call it a day. Big shoes to fill, in my opinion. Young Crusty is shown to be the one who has to convince Lorelai to break off the shackles of rich people prison, ditch college, give a big middle finger to their parents, and run away to Europe. The only time he's shown some kind of initiative or vision for his life is when he was 16. Perhaps Lorelai is having some kind of false memory here.

They said the name of the episode in the episode, time to cross off another space on the ol Bingo Board. Cutting back to Reality, reading Rich People travel guides has made Lorelai dreamy about traveling like a rich person now, and she no longer wishes to explore Europe living like a squirrel, so hoity toity hotels it is. But she has no money. Womp womp. Cut to Chilton where Madelyn and Louise are needling Rory about Paris' boyfriend Jamie. Then another meeting of the ol Franklin. You know what that means. Time to skip skip skip to my loo!

I'll just assume "Paris and Rory sexual tension" occurs and knock that one off my bingo board too. During said sexually tense school newspaper meeting, Rory gets a call on her ancient cellphone from Creepy Sherry's work colleague to inform her that Sherry went into a labor a week ahead of her planned c section. This ride or die friend repeatedly calls Sherry's slightly early natural labor "a screw up". Creepy Sherry's psychopath colleague wants Rory to leave school, find transportation and accompany her father's girlfriend that she barely knows during her childbirth at a hospital miles away from her home.

Come on Rory. Say no to somebody's completely ridiculous, unrealistic, borderline psychopathic demands. I believe in you. You can do this...

As as personal aside, Rory accompanying Creepy Sherry during labor was one of those things I became convinced was a false memory in the long time periods between rewatches. I was certain I had dreamed it and it never really happened. This happened with a few scenes tbh. When that happens, I feel a slight sense of self-vindication. See, me? You were right me!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

hey you amazing person, could we maybe get more mafia!bucky pretty pleasee

"Eat," Bucky scolded gently, putting a plate of pot roast and mashed potatoes in front of you- his mother's recipe. "You gotta keep your strength up, Angel face."

"Mr Barnes-"

"Bucky," he corrected, almost absently as he filled your water glass. "You need to eat," he repeated. "You've had a busy day. I didn't realize you took so many classes."

"That's why I worked evenings," you answer, closing your book and stifling a yawn. You need coffee. And to get up and stretch your legs. But until Bucky was sure your old boss and his demon spawn were going to leave you alone, you didn't do anything without at least one of his guys. Or Bucky himself.

"No more of that either," Bucky said, taking a seat and reaching over to butter some warm, crusty bread for you. "You need-"

"I need to study and I need a cup of coffee," you sigh, "Bucky I appreciate all this. I do. I just don't understand-"

"I love a smart woman," Bucky said, leaning back in his chair and playing with his silverware. "And I'll be dammed if you're not taken care of. Properly. Six months coming in there and you didn't so much as bat your eyes at me. And I know you knew I had money-"

"And I appreciated the tips but-"

"That's my point, Sweetheart," he said, breaking off to gesture at your plate. Your food was getting cold and he wanted you to get a hot meal. It had been horrifying realizing all you ate for lunch was cold fruit and some cheese cubes. And he already knew, if his ma caught wind of that she'd be appalled. And he made a soft pleased noise when you rolled your eyes but took an obedient bite anyway. "You're a good girl. You deserve to be looked after-"

"Bucky I-"

"Dinner first," he said smiling, standing up and kissing the top of your head gently. "And then we can argue about what's best for you."

[azucarmorena97]

𝙽��𝚘𝚗𝚊 (Taehyung Love Story || Pt.1)

Warnings: This series will have smut in the very near future; I will label those chapters accordingly. I do not endorse nor encourage any of the behaviors in this series, this is purely imagination and fantasy. Enjoy!

Pt.2 || Pt.3 || Pt.4

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒��𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜; 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜…"𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎- 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍," 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊…" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝- 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕.

"Mom, you ready?" Jungkook walks into the kitchen, twirling his keys around his finger impatiently. You scarf down the last bit of your cereal, nodding furiously so as not to make him more anxious.

"Great, I'll be in the car," He says, walking out.

You watch from the kitchen window as he heads out to the car to turn it on. You quickly dump your plate in the sink and grab your purse to meet Jungkook outside.

You're gonna be on your way to go pick up Taehyung, who's been 'Kook's best friend since their junior year of high school. Tae's parents were pretty absent in his life since...well as long as you've known him; his dad was always "out on business" around the country (tending to the other 'families' he'd half-assed created while cheating on his wife WHILE on said business), while his mom was a stay at home alcoholic- though you'd use the term "stay at home" very loosely, as she was out most nights chasing various men out at whatever crusty bars/clubs she frequented. They'd become best friend through the school band; Jungkook was on the drum line and Tae played trumpet and sax. At first, Tae would come over once or twice a week for dinner, but then it became more and more frequent, with him sleeping over for most nights. Of course, you didn't mind; 'Kook had had trouble making friends and usually just kept to himself, so you were more than welcoming when Tae started coming around.

Though he calls in from time to time to check in on Jungkook and even on you, It's been a few years since you've last seen him as he's been at school for the past four years in a whole other state; you're excited to have him back. You've even planned a big welcome home dinner for the three of you.

"'Kook, stop fidgeting," You laugh, having watched Jungkook pace back and forth for the past fifteen minutes as you wait for Tae to pop up at the terminal. "I can't help it. Just ignore me," He says, waving you away. No one has a bigger bromance than your son and Kim, Taehyung.

"There he is!" A loud voice calls out from the terminal, causing you and Jungkook to whip your heads in that direction. It only takes a millisecond for both your brains to register whose voice it was.

"Ay!" Jungkook exclaims, quickly covering the distance of about fifty feet in a matter of seconds to wrap Taehyung in a big bear hug. Golden retriever energy for real.

Tae reciprocates, tightly embracing him, "It's been too long, man."

You walk up behind the both of them, wanting to give them a moment.

Finally, they let go of each other and you're able to get a good look at him.

Whenever you think of Tae, you remember him as he was when he would spend hours and hours on the couch with 'Kook; thin, a bit lanky, cute little face and soft expressive eyes- who you're looking at now... is definitely not the same kid from all those years ago.

Or it is, and yet, isn't.

He's still slender, but his shoulders are broader, his arms bigger, chest wider, and he towers over you by quite a bit- his eyes are just as big and expressive, but there's something about them that's almost...hypnotic.

"Hey, Ms.L/N," He says, a soft smile on his face. Even his voice sounds like, three octaves deeper.

"H-Hey Tae!" You snap back into reality, "Wow, you've really grown up, haven't you?" You say, opening your arms up to hug him.

He instantly accepts your hug, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest- Why is your heart pounding?

"Yeah I have- you definitely haven't," He says into your hair.

You quickly pull away, clearing you throat, "Yeah, well- my growing days are very much over."

"Come on man, let me get your bags-" Jungkook interrupts, yanking the handle of Tae's suitcase out of his hand and grabbing the backpack off from his shoulder, "We parked really close to the entrance. You hungry?"

"Famished," He says, glancing over at you, "You know, I really miss your mom's cooking."

You blush, "Well I will be making dinner later today to celebrate your return." He smiles, "That sounds great. For now, I'm fine with anything."

Jungkook nods, "Mickey D's it is."

"How could you have missed him!?" Jungkook exclaims, a fry flying out of his hand as he gestured to the TV screen. "Bro, he was jumping around everywhere- I couldn't get a clear shot!" Tae shouts back.

Ah, yes- Just like old times.

Rather than resting as you'd recommended for Tae to do, he and 'Kook decided to rush to the couch to catch up on some video games.

Two grown ass men still yelling at each other over Call of Duty.

Still, you're happy to have both of them under the same roof again. You were honored when Tae asked if he could stay here instead of over at his parents', considering their house is so much bigger than your humble two-bedroom. All he said when you asked was that he'd rather spend his time with the ones who actually treat him like family.

Your heart felt so full in that moment.

"Dinner's gonna be ready by 6PM, guys. I'm gonna go take a little nap," You call over from the doorway.

"Got it!"'Kook says without even turning around. Tae, however, looks over at you with a big grin on his face, "Thanks, Ms.L/N!"

You smile back and nod, "No problem." With that, you turn around and head upstairs.

You bang the spoon on the rim of the pot to get off the excess marinara sauce, bringing it up to your lips to taste a bit. "Perfect," You say to yourself.

You grab all the necessary plates from the cupboard and set them up on the counter to be able to serve everything. Spaghetti, sauce, and then homemade garilc bread on a separate dish. You walk everything to the table and set up everyone's place.

Once the table is all set, you take a moment to admire your work. Everything looks so good- you damn near want to take a picture. You walk over to the bottom of the stair case, wiping your hands on your apron, "Guys! Food's ready!"

About two minutes go by and you hear them stampede down the stairs- they've never been ones for grace.

"Oh my God, it smells so good in here," Taehyung says as soon as he hits the bottom of the steps and heads into the kitchen, "You made my favorite!"

"Of course, I couldn't just welcome you back with any old dinner," You smile, pleased with his reaction.

Jungkook pulls out a chair for Tae and then pulls out yours after, "This looks great, mom." You're happily about to sit down, but then you remember, "Oh crap, the wine-" You're about to go get it, but then 'Kook stops you, "I got it, you sit down."

You nod and plop back down, "God, I didn't realize how hungry I was until now."

Tae smiles from across the table, "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, really. You've already done so much by letting me stay here." You wave him away, "Oh hush. You're not just some random guest- you're family, Tae." "You...you don't know how much that means to me," He says softly, looking down at the plate of food as though he's looking for anything to distract him. "Brought the booze," Jungkook cheers, coming back to the table. He sets down the wine glasses in front of everyone and then proceeds to pour.

You lean back in your chair, wine swirling around in your glass while you listen to Jungkook and Tae go back and forth, weaving through various topics, boisterous laughter erupting from the both of them at any given moment. You could listen to that all night, truly.

"Dude, watch. Tomorrow night it's so on. We're going to that club on 60th and Market; I'm telling you, it's gonna be gas." "Oh yeah?" Tae says, seemingly disinterested in the idea. "Yup. And guess who I invited?" Jungkook leans forward, excitedly awaiting for Tae to get as excited- though he's met with a shrug. "Remember Yeji and Jennie?" Tae makes a face, "Eh, I don't know, man." Jungkook furrows his brows, "What do you mean you don't know? Dude, it's Yeji and Jennie. You cannot be that much of a snob- they're literally some of the finest girls in the city and they're not good enough for Kim Taehyung!?" He asks incredulously.

Tae laughs, "It's not that I'm a snob, it's just..." "It's just...what?" Kook asks impatiently.

You look over at Tae, just as interested in his answer- having seen Yeji and Jennie yourself a few times, you can't possibly imagine why he'd have an issue.

"I guess I just like...older girls," He replies;

You almost don't believe your eyes- you wonder if you imagined it, but when he says it, he fixes his eyes on you for a long moment.

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A/N: This is a remake of a series I had originally made (and then privated) with Jungkook on my old acct (Anon.bebe97). Please show my work some love, both here and on that old acct. Suggest some content on here and let me know if I'm doing a good job <3 GIVE ME VALIDATION PLZ :')

[talkingpointss]

AZALIN REX?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING AZALIN REX GOD DAMN FOOL DOMAIN ABANDONING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE WORST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING AZALIN REX

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT AZALIN REX I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DID HE WANT TO LEAVE DARKON SO BAD WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET HIMSELF LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL EFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE DOMAIN NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST SKULL GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said azalin rex is waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down. if i have to deal with azalin rex speaking one word in person on voice in session not only will i close the tab i will delete my character out of spite and have to replay the entire campaign again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive.

i dont even know why i hate him so much. he leaves domains but i am just mad because i am angy. he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some royal shithead whos a fan of absent fathers and wanted the domain version ill go ham. sessions not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to be his domain and I lost it. paypal.com/IFuckingHateAzalinRex

where the fuck is azalin rex if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt. crusty old man. ill punch azalin rex and his sad frail old lich twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish. im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point. i hope theres a date given for when azalin died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone. everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who invented being an absent father for a whole fucking domain.

[randomshenaniganery]

Just watched Abigail yesterday

Fucking loved it, I loved every second of it but I also covered the screen when rinkles and joey looked like they were going to kiss because I have a revulsion and its a personal problem sksksksk but the movie is great I loved Abigail I was rooting for her the entire time, spoilers below

I loved how camp Abigail was like her movements with Ballet and fucking ripping into you was so cool

The fight scenes was believable, everything each character did made sense. Abigail was always underestimating them and always thought she had the upper hand which led to frank kinda fucking her up. Sammy hiding away cause she knew she couldn't do much but her eventually trying to help but she still got bit. The way that peter knew how to avoid getting bitten was to angle Abigail's face away from him, like during the fight scene in the ballet stage thing he was holding her in a way that she couldn't rip into him and when he pinned her near the stairs he was holding her hands and keeping her face away. Just great details of how he knows how to use his strength. Frank thinking he could instantly control Joey because he didn't know how that worked. The way sammy was reacting to being bitten.

I do not care about lazar, he's kinda crusty

I liked how the characters in fight scenes would have like exhaustion in them, especially joey in the last fight she was wounded, thrown around, beaten up continuously so her sluggish movements was super cool to see. Like yeah that is a whole ass human who fought 3 vampires in 24 hrs and almost died each time loved it

Love how vampires just burst into a shower of blood when killed.

I love Abigail's outfit

I want Abigail to be part of joey's family i feel like they bonded and Abigail had a particular interest in joey because of her knowing the situation with the son.

I don't like lazar because 1 you turned your child while they were a child instead of idk making them grow up, i would forgive him for this one if abigail was like on the brink of death so he was like fuck i'll turn you into a vampire 2 he is an absent father 3 vibes ew skskksksks thats all really

this is like the one movie where i would love a 2nd movie diving deep into like world building of what is it like to have a crime family made up of vampires and its also clear that lazar does turn people he thinks are useful into vampires as well. Like its so interesting. But i am deathly afraid that they will destroy the first movie because I think it was written so well, great choreography, i loved the set, i loved the costumes, the characters were cool it ended great as well.

[vodika-vibes]

Reminder: get Rynn to go on more vacations ✍️

Rynn has to write a note for herself, and then she forgets, lol. Or she gets busy. It's hard being her. Luckily she has four very overprotective husbands.

@moonwrecked

"Three weeks," Rynn says from where she's lounging on the couch, "I'm impressed they waited that long." They, of course, refers to the Jedi Master standing on the beach waiting for one of them to come outside to speak to them. "I suppose someone should go and talk to him." Fixer grouches as he glares out the window. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going." Rynn says as she sits up, "I just need more clothes. And a scarf-" "Not you." Scorch replies as he drapes himself across Rynn, "Boss can go." Rynn huffs as she's pushed back to the couch due to Scorch's weight, "You can't just volunteer Boss for-" "It's fine, I don't have a problem with it." He absently ruffles his hair, "Come on, Fixer, you can come with me." "Should we put on more clothes?" Fixer asks, gesturing to his own swim shorts and then to Boss' nearly identical swimwear. "The Jedi want to bother us on vacation, then they have to deal with us being in vacation mode." Boss replies, "Sev, would you like to come with us?" Sev finally drags his gaze away from Rynn, "Do I want to go with you to talk to a crusty old jedi, or do I want to stay here and pay attention to my adorable and perfect girlfriend. Hard choice." "The sass isn't helpful, Sev." Fixer grumbles. "Not trying to help, vod." Sev replies as he turns his gaze back towards Rynn.