#and about teaching him some driving stuff like. HE IS HIS OWN PERSON. did you consider it is not you but yuki himself?

[chussyracing]

I agree the height jokes are not funny, it comes across as microaggressions at best. He's infantalized by so many in the sport and on the grid and this is just another example. It is literally belittling and needs to stop.

This!! Like, I don't mean to come out for everyone, because obviously he is a very pretty guy and I'm sure all of us called him cute at some point. But at what point does it stop being funny if short and cute are the only ways you find to describe him?

[yanderedrabbles]

Stupid question I got but how’d some of your OCs feel about thigh high socks, pantyhose, and just general borderline provocative clothing?

Also any of them prefer lingerie? Or don’t really care for it at all?

yandere boys and provocative clothing

Hmm interesting question. I think that each guy has his own version of provocative clothing - something you wear that immediately has him undoing his belt - and its not always what you expect.

Yandere! Cowboy is the happiest man around when it's sundress season. Pretty and flowy and showing off your tits just right. Not to mention the easy access. He'll probably come up behind you and pin you between the kitchen table and his body, hands trailing up your thighs and his nose pressed against your hair.

"Wearin' such a pretty dress means you want me to fuck your little brains out, don't it sugar?"

Yandere! Soldier goes feral when you wear his shirts and socks and nothing else. Nipples just visible through the thin cotton. He's much bigger than you, and his shirts usually fall between mid and upper thigh on you. Seeing the size difference manifested like that is so damn sexy. He's the type to tug at your hemline again and again until you snap at him and give him a reason to pull you onto his lap.

"так грубо - So rude. Shouldn't you be nicer to me when you're wearing my clothes?"

Yandere! Boyfriend buys you tiny, tight gym sets. The kind that toe the line between appropriate and not. HOWEVER you will absolutely not be wearing any of them out of the house. They're perfect for lifting weights in the garage, but no one gets to see you dressed like that besides him. After a long, brutal gym session he loves peeling your sports bra off. Totally ignoring you when you beg him to at least let you shower first.

"C'mon baby, as your personal trainer it's my job to take care of you after such a gruelling set."

Yandere! State Trooper gets turned on so damn easy by heels and pencil skirts. Loves the way your legs look a mile long and he can just make out the heart shape of your ass. Kinda corporate core, it makes him feel all the filthier to have you on your knees. Gets out all the tension after a long day of dealing with stuck up business assholes who think money puts them above the law.

"Say pretty please and maybe I won't handcuff you this time."

Yandere! Academic Rival has low-key Internet brainrot. He gets off to you whenever you look like an e-girl, complete with thigh high socks and a tight leather choker. He might be all old money on the outside, but deep down he's a total gooner. Did you figure it out early on and now constantly use it to your advantage? Who's to say...

"Goddammit, how am I supposed to study when you're dressed like that?!"

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary likes latex and neon, unsurprisingly. Bright body suits that glow fuschia and acid green under the blacklights, showing off your curves like a glow in the dark fuck toy. And tight latex catsuits so he can oil up your thighs and fuck himself silly between them.

"Aww pretty little rich girl doesn't know how to take cock? Don't worry darl', I'll teach you."

Yandere! Sugar Daddy loves designer lingerie. He wants his to girl to dress up for him in the rarest and finest sets, just so he can peel it away layer by layer. He's also got a thing for vintage lingerie. Stuff from older designer collections that's almost impossible to find. The thrill of tracking down a new piece is half the fun.

"My gorgeous girl, you look so good. Just stand still and let me admire you."

Yandere! Werewolf really loves the way you look in your cheerleader uniform. Short skirt, pigtails, so fucking cute he could just gobble you up. And he adores it when you wear his football jersey - his scent is all over it and it drives him crazy knowing it's rubbing off on you. In his dreams, you're usually wearing his jersey and nothing else.

"I'm panting because of training, not because of how good you look, I swear."

[desturns]

──── long day. m.s.

warnings. nada :) just something fluffy before i release this filthy oneshot on this man yall stay tuned. not proofread! <3

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matt was ready for this day to just fucking end already.

between two back-to-back hour long meetings, grocery shopping for the house, almost getting into a car accident because some idiot didn't know how to work his turn signals, driving around for a total of 7 hours, filming a car video, and having to review some stuff for his personal project; it was just all too much. not to mention the loads of laundry he'd have to do once he got home. if he even decided to do it tonight, that was.

he didn't want to whine, he wasn't like that. sometimes life wasn't all laughs and jokes and he'd have bad, long days. and that was okay. he was used to the long days by now. but, that didn't mean they never took a toll on him. much like now.

matt was driving home in silence after dropping nick and chris off at a friends house. they'd ask for him to stay for a bit, hang out and maybe play a couple of games, but really, all matt wanted was to sleep. wash all of their dirty shit and fold them, but sleep among all. because he knew he'd finally get to rest and that he'd finally be with you again.

you'd texted him just a few hours ago, letting him know you had gotten off work and brought him some cookies from some store that he didn't really take the time to read about. all he cared about was that you were home, waiting for him, and he just couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you like he did every night.

when he finally parked and made his way inside, he could hear the faint sounds of music playing. his ears perked up, his first genuine smile of the day making a brief appearance, and his feet moved one in front of the other until the music was louder and he was right outside of his bedroom.

…let the music groove you, let the melody move you…

he couldn't help but laugh to himself, shaking his head with slight disbelief. of course, out of all things you'd listen to when you were by yourself was the ‘lemonade mouth' soundtrack.

without hesitation, matt opened the door and the smile that was already on his face only softened at the sight of you, what he assumed you were doing, looking through clothes on the rack. your back was turned to him and you were moving back and forth on your feet, dancing along to the song played on the tv. if he listened closely enough, he was sure you were singing along, too.

he'd think after hours of teaching your dance class you'd be tired and already laying down with a face mask on, maybe watching one of your favorite reality tv shows and sipping on a hot chocolate despite it being the middle of spring. you hadn't noticed him yet and if you did, you weren't paying him any mind. you were just dancing to yourself, sorting through clothes, in your own little world with mumbled lyrics occasionally escaping you.

matt almost didn't want to disturb the moment. seeing you like this, where you were unapologetically yourself and unashamed about the things you enjoyed, only made him fall deeper in love with you. that's when he noticed his laundry hamper was empty and the clothes you were sorting through were his.

had you done what he's been dreading to do ever since leaving his brothers? he looked behind his shoulder and, low and behold, the washing machine was on. he could see it shake a little, something he didn't even notice as he walked by since he was too focused on you and your music.

you'd taken the time to do the laundry for him without even needing to ask him and suddenly disturbing the moment didn't bother him too much. you had taken this off his plate and with no complaints. his exhaustion faded away and after making his presence known, you two sharing a hug and you reminding him about the cookies, he gently guided you to the bed while placing small kisses on your neck.

you always knew how to make the long days just a bit more bearable and for that, he was going to show you just how thankful he was.

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desspeaks! honestly this is like a little filler of sorts. figured i'd give you guys one more fluff before getting into the nitty gritty of things. and thank u guys SM for the love on my last one, it truly means a lot to me especially since i didn't expect such attention.

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — sunoo + f!reader

WARNINGS — light bdsm, switch!noo, pegging, toys, descriptive with dialogues.

WORDCOUNT — 0.7K

NOTE — IT’S KINDA HARD WRITING NOONOO but i tried my best and i hope i did him some justice </3 also note these are personal opinions. lmk if i should add anything to warnings !

Sunoo might be sweet on the surface, but there's a glint of something much darker beneath that smile—an edge of control he reserves just for you. He wouldn’t go for the heavy stuff, but bondage or toys? Absolutely. He’d love seeing you tied up, your body at his mercy, a vibrator strapped to your soaked pussy. Watching as you squirm, trying to fight against the overwhelming sensations, would drive him wild.

“Oh, too much?” he’d tease, smirking as he cranked the vibrator to its highest setting. Your body would strain against the ropes, shaking uncontrollably, your moans filling the room. “So sensitive… but that’s what makes it fun, no?” His voice was laced with sadistic amusement as he traced a finger along your trembling thigh.

“C’mon, angel, fuck yourself on me,” he’d order, watching as you struggled to even move your hips. Your babbling, incoherent pleas only fueled him further as he leaned back, enjoying the show.

And don’t think Sunoo wouldn’t have a brat tamer side. He’d absolutely lose it if you dared to defy him, his sweetness vanishing in an instant.

“Stop whining and fucking take it,” he’d snap, his hand gripping your hair as he thrust into your mouth. Tears would spill down your cheeks as he groaned at the feeling of your throat tightening around him. “Should’ve known better than to be a brat, hmm? Now I’ve gotta teach your little mouth a lesson.” His words were sharp, cutting through the sound of your gagging and the obscene squelch of him fucking your face.

But let’s not forget about Sunoo’s secret indulgence—pegging. Even then, he’d still demand control, a dominant bottom through and through.

“Fuck into me, yes! Ah!” he’d moan, his ass high in the air as he pushed back against your strap. His face would be flushed, his thighs trembling as his own hand stroked his cock desperately, trying to chase his release. “God… you’re filling me up so good… mmph!” His voice would grow breathier with every thrust, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him.

He’d look up at you with those big, pleading eyes, completely undone. “Touch me… please, pretty please,” he’d beg, guiding your hand to wrap around his leaking cock, his hips rolling against you. “So good, oh god… you’re so fucking good.” His whimpers would turn into desperate cries as he neared his peak, utterly at your mercy but reveling in every second of it.

You loved taking your time with him, worshipping every inch of his body like he was the most precious thing you’d ever touched. Your lips trailed over his smooth skin, leaving soft kisses along his collarbones, his shoulders, and down his chest. The way his body shivered beneath your touch only encouraged you to go slower, savoring every little reaction.

“Hmm… W-wait—!” he yelped as your lips latched onto his right nipple, your tongue flicking over the sensitive bud while your hand lazily stroked his cock. His hips bucked slightly, his cheeks glowing red as he tried to stay still. “Need to show you how pretty you are, Sun…” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. You kissed your way down his stomach, taking your time to admire the way his muscles tensed under your lips, his breathing growing uneven. Finally, you settled on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with a small smirk before taking his leaking tip into your mouth. His head fell back against the pillow, a whimper escaping him as his hands clenched the sheets.

To me, he seems like the type who thrives on control. He loves having you on top of him, completely at his mercy, your hands tied behind your back so all you can do is take what he gives. The way your body trembles, how your cries grow louder with each movement he commands—it fuels him.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, angel?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with amusement as he guided your hips up and down on his cock. Your whimpers grew more desperate, your face buried in his shoulder as you sobbed out incoherent words, a broken mix of his name and pleas about how sensitive you were.

“Awe, are you crying?” he cooed mockingly, feeling the warmth of your tears soaking into his skin. “But it must be because it feels good, hmm? Want more?” His grip tightened on your hips, controlling your movements even as your legs began to shake, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

TAGLIST — @kikidoul @rikiives @contyynishimura @ziiao @lilmarsh-t @bxcndd @laylasbunbunny @d-dilemma

[pilfappreciator]

Did another oopsie and accidentally deleted another ask (*bangs head on table*) BUT HOPEFULLY THE LOVELY ANON WHO SENT IT SEES THIS!!

DADZONE & Child! Reader: John Dory

Includes: GN! Reader, Child! Reader, Adopted! Reader, accidental DILF John Dory, slight angst

TW: mention of spiders and body horror near the end (nothing too graphic but just in case)

🥽 This man doesn't trust himself enough not to fuck up another meaningful relationship ://

🥽 Personally, how I see it, becoming a father is probably the last thing on JD's to-do list. I mean he's definitely got the skills (being the oldest of five and having to raise his brothers means he's picked up a few things), and I like to think that it's something he longs for deep down, but considering how BADLY he fumbled with his brothers the last time they were all in the same room...

🥽 So yeah. In theory would be SO down to start a family of his own, but in practice?? He is EXTREMELY hesitant

🥽 THAT BEING SAID!! Chances are he probably found you as an egg

🥽 He was out one day, hiking out in the forest or exploring coastal coves or rock climbing, when all of a sudden he just… stumbles across an egg. Just sitting there in a patch of moss or nestled into a log

🥽 Ends up taking the egg with him back to Ronda, but not before an actual HOUR of confused staring? Distressed pacing back and forth?? Panicked rambling all the while???

🥽 (the fact that Ronda tried to eat the egg upon his return doesn't help at all)

🥽 John Dory spends the next month or so visiting nearby troll villages and asking anyone who crosses his path "Hey man did you drop this? 😬"

🥽 In the end he decides to take you in himself. Partly because he's gotten tired of all the looks other trolls keep giving him for trying to force an egg into their hands, and also because he… may have grown attached to said egg in the past few weeks. I mean by the end of day 3 he'd already given you a name so you know he's screwed ahsjkakaa

🥽 He tells himself he's taking you in because it's what any good citizen would do (He is a lair. He is 100% doing it for himself)

🥽 The day you hatch is LITERALLY one of the best days of his life? Like he's just making himself some dinner and suddenly he hears crackling coming from his hair?? And then there's babbling???

🥽 This man is going about his day with you nestled in his hair (basically the troll equivalent to carrying a baby on your hip lol). He's choppin trees, foraging for food, and driving his armadillo van all while he's got an actual egg sitting on his head. Absolutely talks to you the whole time, too. He has no idea if you can actually hear him but like.. this man spent the last 20 years all alone in the woods, okay, his ass is lonely :((

🥽 Yknow that thing parents do where they hold up headphones to a woman's womb and play Mozart or whatever to make the baby "smarter" or some shit?? Yeah that's JD. He's doing the same thing to his egg

🥽 no Mozart tho ONLY BROZONE 😤😤 HIS BABY HAS GOTTA HAVE GOOD TASTE AND NOTHING LESS

🥽 If he's really feeling himself then he'll sing the songs himself. And then proceed to give unprompted lore behind the lyrics and the songs "true meaning" (songs include Brozone classics such as Baby Boy Got My Heart In A Headlock Boy and Baby Baby Love You Like A Pizza But Hate You Like There's Pineapple On It Babe)

🥽 "holy crap YOU'RE SO SMALL—"

🥽 UGLY CRYING HOLDING YOU IN THE CROOK OF HIS ARM CARESSING YOUR SOFT LITTLE FACE WITH HIS FINGER

🥽 Will die if you reach for him with your tiny baby hands or just smile up at him

🥽 He's still gonna carry you around in his hair while he goes about his day and stuff ngl. Like for him, it's a signature of your guys' bond and you bet your ass he's gonna be milking it for as long as he can (definitely dreads the day you become too big/old for it)

🥽 Most definitely tries to teach you survival skills as soon as possible. He's teaching you how to fish, he's demonstrating how to start a fire with the bare essentials, he's letting you DRIVE RONDA—

🥽 "It's an important skill to have, champ, trust me!"

"...but I'm only five."

"Never too early for a learner's permit!"

🥽 Defnitely tries to reel in that controlling/perfectionist mindset of his, at least for your sake. The last thing he wants is a repeat of what went down with his brothers. As a result he's probably more lenient when you get into trouble or do something wrong

🥽 Fr tho like... you'll accidentally(?) cause an explosion and his ass will be standing, hands on his hips like "I'm not mad, just disappointed 🤨"

🥽 You thought you were getting spoon fed Brozone content as an egg?? Well congrats on being born cuz now you're getting served Brozone content for BREAKFAST 👏 DINNER 👏 AND 👏 LUNCH

🥽 JDs most definitely the type of guy to break into song whenever he's doing the most mundane of tasks (laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc), and yes he fully expects you to join in and know all the lyrics helloooo?? You've basically been raised on Brozone songs at this point like cmon, don't leave him hanging!

🥽 FR THO!! If you grow up to be a Brozone stan, he's never gonna be more proud of himself <33

🥽 This man definitely has a physical collection of every song/album/cover his band has ever done (I'm mean this is the same guy who kept his brothers underwear in a frame for 20 years so ://). He treats every CD, record, cassette tape, etc. like the priceless artifacts they are and YES, HES GONNA PASS THEM ONTO YOU LIKE THEYR FAMILIY HEIRLOOMS DID YOU EXPECT ANY LESS

🥽 If you grow up to lean more towards a different genre of music or Brozone just doesn't end up being your cup of tea... JDs gonna be a lil devastating ngl

🥽 Pls assure him that he has not failed as a father

🥽 Jokes aside tho! I feel like despite his wounded ego, JD will at least TRY to see your point of view. I mean he's definitely gonna be a bit of a grandpa about it—

*while the two of you are listening to your favorite song*

"I mean, I GUESS it's okay... not nearly as lyrically genius as Brozone's hit single: Baby Girl Ur Sweet Like A Milkshake Girl But I'm Lactose Intolerant Baby 🙄"

"Dad. Please shut up."

—but rest assured that he WILL support you and your music taste <33

🥽 You want merch of your favorite band/artist? No worries he's (stealing it right off the shelf) got money to pay for it! Is there a new album about to drop? He's (breaking into a store in the middle of night like a rabid racoon) patiently waiting in line just to buy it for you! You wanna go to a concert? He's using Ronda to (break speed limits, run people over, disobey every known traffic rule) get good parking at the venue!!

🥽 SPEAKING OF CONCERTS!! I feel like he'd be able to offer solid advice on the do's and don'ts of attending a concert. Like... my guy was in a popular band back in the day and he knows first hand how outta hand concerts can get. He has SEEN some shit ajskskaka

🥽 JD definitely has a photo album full of pictures from back in the day. Some of them are snapshots of him and the rest of Brozone, but a majority of the pictures are just of him and his family— away from the stage and cameras. Just him and his brothers and grandma Rosiepuff too...

🥽 He remembers the exact moment every picture was taken, and he'll tell you every bit of context. Birthday, pranks gone wrong, holidays, first day of school— there's a snapshot for just about every milestone. All you have to do is ask and JD is more than happy to relay every childhood anecdote he can remember

🥽 It gets to the point where you eventually know just about everything about your uncles... WHO YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN MET YET AKSKSKAKAK

🥽 It's definitely something that freaks them out once you finally DO meet them

🥽 Like you'll have a conversation with Clay and they'll be like "yeah I'm not a big fan of spiders haha" and you just go "Oh that makes sense considering you used to have vivid nightmares about them crawling under your skin and tickling you to death" and Clay's just like "how the fuck did you know that????"

🥽 "Dude stop telling your kid everything about us"

"I haven't seen you guys in 20 years! I just wanted them to feel close to their uncles ;(("

"THEY DONT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW I USED TO PICK MY NOSE WHEN I WAS SEVEN"

🥽 John Dory, Older Brother Who Overshares About His Younger Siblings my beloved <33

Ermmm yeahhhh this was originally gonna be one big post including ALL the brothers... but then I started writing for JD and got carries away... so yeah this ask is gonna have to be a multi-parter AJSJSJAKKA SORRY ANON I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF 🤥

NEXT PARTS ARE IN THE WORKS!!

Bruce | Clay | Floyd | Branch

[accidentcache]

okay so anon put me in a dbhxs mood so here's some random poly dabihawks headcanons i have stuck in my head

pre war date nights are almost always nights in. if you're really antsy keigo will take you out one night and touya will take you out another night. keigo does the dinner dates, going downtown, shopping n all of that while touya takes you to do the more risky things. ie; vandalizing, going to abandoned buildings, fun stuff like that

post war dates are still majority nights in, but the three of you go out together if the weather / mood is right. nothing quite as risky and people give the three of you looks obviously but at this point all of you are far past letting judgement from the public affect any of you

touya likes to sleep in, go to bed late. sometimes he's a heavy sleeper, sometimes he's not. it really depends on how the day goes i think (he gets night terrors sometimes, so he goes on benders where he just doesn't sleep. often times you try to stay up with him but if you fall asleep, he lets you sleep next to him and it comforts him just a bit to see you so relaxed around him. you're warm and soft and even if he doesn't end up sleeping he enjoys the cuddles while he can)

keigo goes to bed late, wakes up early. fucked up sleep schedule. there's days where it starts fights, days where he shuts you out because he can't get his brain to shut up (he's being overworked and can't focus on giving you the proper attention you deserve) and usually after a pound town session he's apologizing and back to his usual self and usually sleeps through the night afterwards

keigo grocery shops, touya cooks.

post war while teaching keigo how to drive touya gets extremely frustrated with him and refuses to keep teaching him

cuddle pile almost every night. both of them love skin to skin so best believe

"hey babe, is this yours?" - is talking about some leftovers in the fridge "i think that's touya's actually" "oh ok" and he eats it anyway (he'd eat it anyways even if you did say it was yours)

oh my god oh my god you get hair chalk and semi permanent hair dye to play around with touya's hair since it's the perfect base <3 i personally think when you guys find a color he looks really fucking good in that's when you and keigo dye a strip of your own hair the same color just to match <3333 (ie; a little skunk stripe of like red or green or something)

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[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Kwazii And Tweak Dynamic Headcanons

<rough sketch sorry lol>

@traumatizedartist

They are ✨SIBLINGS✨ to me-

EDIT: I forgot to mention that I'm 1000% sure neither one remembers to do their laundry all the time so they totally steal eachothers clothes 😭

The big sister of thr octopod and our tiny daredevil gremlin?!!

cmon yall remember the earlier seasons though 🥺 hed crash a gup or sneak out in the middle of the night drive the gup b (and she always woke up whenever he left she has that rabbit hearing)- she has the Big Sister Authority, she just let's you use the gups 😔🙏 u better be grateful kwazii

Him KNOWING he'd be in so much trouble when he snuck out to *try* to teach shellington to drive-

(They canoncially ended up both crashing after shellington imitated kwazii CRASHING and then shellie was like "owh no! We should call tweak :o"

and kwazii immeditaly yelled out NO-i I i mean we can do it ourselves! Its fine! <:] no need to tell tweak matie"

Not to mention he looks up to her and calls her a genius???

Tweak loves this little guy and his antics though 😭 she loves to see him happy but she's really the type to either encourage the mischief (like girl we all know u did not need to make flying fish mode really ans truly u did that for the silly cat) or be the one yo get him into trouble 😭

He def doesn't crash the gups like before, but I feel like at a certain point she absolutely made him help her. I headcanon that he actually started helping her alot more with repairs and etc as time went on, hes not some engineering genius but he can help

They're also both so proud of eachother and trust eachother so deeply, esp in The Ring Of Fire where they both had to escape the flooded (and on fire???) Underwater base that tweak used for big gup repairs and upkeep

Tweak loves old classic games and kwazii never really had too much exposure to popular media, unless u count his comics lol, I feel like autism meets adhd with them yk? U can't convince me that tweak wouldn't have introduced him to sonic the hedgehog and that he wouldn't have LOVED it

They have banter and inside jokes and they know eachothers habits and needs yk?

They look out for eachother, whether its trying to prevent the other (kwazii cough cough) from getting into trouble or being the one willing to risk their own safety to make sure the other is ok 🥺

Also for my own au kwazii did spend a considerable amount of his teen years alone, meanwhile tweak just has the autism where u do not know how to "live normally and properly take care of urself"

They both have atrocious sleep schedules me thinks, with kwaziis adhd making him be up at random hours and tweak falling deep into the rabbit hole (pun INTENDED)of engineering and working

I think he helps remind her to take care of herself without any judgement you know

Tweak is the type of person to not judge anyone either and just hear you out i think and kwazii seems like the type who would go waddle in a seamp for hours to dig out the necklace you lost just so u could be happy

So yes they love eachother and they mean the world to me 🥺

Kwazii is just so excited about everything this woman does lol, and she's like oh God this guy really is somethin and I think thats great

Shes just like sure hun to him yapping for 3 + hours about his idea to add fcking canons or some sht to the gups as she's welding stuff together

Also I think kwazii would be a decent mechanic for the gups after all the years of practice with tweaks supervision and teaching i mean he has whole mini pirate ship replicas in jars for crying out loud, as long as he can keep his brain engaged i think he has the ability to do precision work and repairs, esp since he did sail on his own by himself for years anyways

Woods pretty different from metal but tweak is patient with him, even if her "oh u fcked up" glare (and the weight of its consequences) could absolutely smite you on the spot

I might be forgetting some stuff but yall see the vision right, but lmk yalls headcanons n all that lol

ALSO ANY CULTURAL HEADCANONS I HAVE ABOUT TWEAK IS OBJECTIVELY CORRECT CUZ IM FROM THERE TOO ( I'm joking lol people can have different opinions duh, but fr i just i feel connected to her in my soul 🥺)

(Like girlie kwaziis room is better than yours, why the fck don't u have a dresser but instead just a whole *ss kitchen table? Not bed frame, no decent lighting, repair parts on your floor its a mess- like i feel you tweak I've been there, but bbg its been years and im sure the other crew members have talked to u about this, atp its a CHOICE and honestly continueing to live like that is real)

[itsa-me-lily]

Here is your winnings from the poll. I hope you enjoy it. I did. I didn't suspect Simon to be so strange. I should have but I didn't.

Here is the MPS Au master playlist

Here is Simon & Thimble playlist

And here is Simon on his first med leave fic

Content warning

dentist, and dentist stuff, potentially odd use of teeth

You never did learn what had put Simon on his two weeks of med leave, but it did teach you that the man hated the idea of it. According to Simon, at least, med leave was a waste if a person wasn't nearly dying or missing a limb. Hell even major surgery seemed to toe the line to him.

All that to say it was rather surprising when one day Simon came to you looking grumpier than normal, which was saying for him, asking if you'd be willing to go to the dentist with him. Apparently at the last visit he was told he had to get his wisdom teeth removed, and that due to the anesthetic he wasn't allowed to drive himself home afterwards. And every member of his team was supposedly busy.

Mentally you called bullshit on that one. Because you were pretty sure that they'd drop out of their own wedding if it meant seeing Simon out of it after surgery. So whatever reason that they didn't want to be there only meant that it was going to be your pain in the ass.

But...technically speaking...Simon was your husband...and you didn't hate the guy. He was pretty decent some days, so you'd agreed be his ride home. You were starting to slightly regret the choice after waiting nearly an hour. The nurse had explained that depending on a few things getting one's wisdom teeth removed could take a bit, but Simon's surgery was suppose to be quick and easy. The supposed should have been foreshadowing.

Finally though someone poked their head into the lobby, a young woman in peach scrubs who didn't look nearly as perky as her voice tried to sound.

"Mrs. Riley?"

Oh thank god you lived on a base full of people who pretty much got manners drilled into them or else you would have completely assumed that they were calling for someone else.

"Here."

"He's all ready for you. Follow me."

The second bit of foreshadowing should have been the quick pace that the dental technician had as you followed her into the back offices.

The actual fucking warning you should have understood was the consistent low toned grumbling you heard as you pushed the door open, somehow unsuspecting of what you were about to walk into.

Hamster was the first thing that came to mind when you saw Simon. Even with his surgical mask back on you could tell that they had packed his mouth with gauze and cotton tubes by how much his cheeks puffed out.

Grumpy Cat was the second thing that came to mind when you saw him because holy fuck were his eyebrows pretty vocal about what he was feeling. They met in the middle of his forehead in a furrow that you were pretty sure was going to cause a permanent wrinkle.

Before you could say anything though, Simon was already making demands, sounding petulant the entire time.

"Make 'em put 'em back."

"Uh-"

"Mr. Riley like I-"

"Teef belong in my mouf"

"Yes but-"

"They's mine anyway"

"Simon-"

You could not giggle at the way Simon looked at you, eyes all big and trying to be serious, but looking more like a hound dog's droopy eyes. Really, you were going to be a supportive wife, in a few seconds.

"What are you going to do with your teeth Simon?"

You ignore the way the dentist was glaring at you, at least Simon had stopped demanding them back for the moment. In fact it gave you a blessed thirty seconds of quiet as he thought about.

"Gonna...gonna make rings."

Yeah that backfired on you.

"What?"

"Gonna make rings with yous and mines teef."

Why the fuck was he taking your teeth now?

"That's...nice? I guess?"

Thankfully Simon didn't seem to catch on to the hesitancy in your voice, nodding to himself very seriously.

"Gonna have matching rings with my missuses"

That...should not have almost sounded as romantic as you thought you did. God Simon's weirdness was starting to rub off on you. Fucking cohabitation. Thankfully though it seemed Simon was busy thinking about how to make matching rings with teeth because he was entertained enough for the dental surgeon to give you the timeline of healing, along with care instructions, and Simon's prescription of pain management medication. You were sure getting him to take those would so easy.

He seemed to still be engrossed in his design thoughts, because getting him out and to the car was simple enough. Getting him in the car was interesting. He kept insisting that he should have been the one driving, because he was the man and it was his job to take care of his wife. You kept reminding him that women had been driving for over a century now. This went on for a good five minutes.

You actually had to threaten to not wear your matching tooth ring for him to get in the car. Unfortunately the same threat did not work to keep him from passenger seat driving the entire time. To quote, the deal was already agreed on when he got in the car. You really should have just said you were going out of town.

By the time you were finally home you had felt like you'd failed your driving test five times and murdered your husband in your mind a dozen. Thankfully for both of your sakes, getting him from the car to your home was a smooth operation. And once he was inside? Not as smooth.

As soon as he had crossed the threshold, Simon wobbled his way over to the boys, nearly falling over when he tried to bend over to pet them. The only thing between him and a concussion was the fact that you'd managed to grab the back of his pants in time and pulled him back. Then he was looking at you with those same sad hound dog eyes, demanding to know why you were keeping his sons from him.

At least you knew he liked the pigs.

You'd managed to make up some lie about Simon needing to wash his hands first to keep him from trying again to pet his 'sons', and got him on the couch. You were only partially tempted to then turn on the TV to something like CocoMelon to see if it'd keep his attention. Only partially.

Whatever they had given him in the office must have been strong because Simon spent a good ten minutes just staring at the silent TV screen as if it was actually playing CocoMelon. You weren't going to complain as you got a quick plate together for the kids.

First unfortunate thing was, you never got the pigs their plate because as you were walking past him Simon decided to wrap his arms around you and pretty much haul you back onto the couch. Vegetables did go flying, but the plastic plate didn't break when it hit the ground. So small victories.

The second was that Simon Riley was like a fucking ton of rocks and you did not have any upper body strength. So when Simon decided that you both need to lay down on the couch, you were both gonna be on that couch. You had tried to wiggle out of his grasp but it only caused him to grumble and hold on tighter. At least you could still breath as the man decided to use you as his own personal body pillow for his afternoon nap.

The third was three little betrayed faces that you could just see over the curve of Simon's shoulder as they in fact did not get their snacks.

"Hey don't look at me like that. It isn't my fault your father's heavy."

With it obvious that you weren't going to go anywhere for the next while, you did at least manage to get your phone out of your pocket to shoot a message to Johnny.

'Y'all are fucking dicks.'

Rat bastard left you on read.

Simon woke up to his fucking mouth hurting. He had kept telling Price that his teeth were fucking fine, and then the Army dentist had to go and snitch on him. Then he didn't have a choice but to go and have his fucking teeth pulled, and of course supposedly all the guys were going to be too busy to drive him, so he had to go and ask you. And now he was going to be on med leave, again. For a bullshit reason. Again.

Probably the worst part about it all though is that he couldn't remember how he got home. The last thing Simon could remember was being in the stupid dentists office following the instructions to fucking count backwards as they gave him fucking propofol. So god only knows what happened between then and now.

At least you were decent enough to give him a pillow before he apparently fell asleep. He sighed as he shut his eyes and buried his face into it. You must had just washed the pillowcases because it really smelt like you and the detergent you used...though...why was it moving? Simon's eyes shot open as he took in his surroundings, namely whatever the fuck he was laying on.

Which was apparently you. Specifically a sleeping you. More specifically his pillow had been your...bosom. Simon was never more thankful that you were typically a deep sleeper because he did not need you to see the way he had a full body spasm over the fact he essentially had his face shoved into your chest.

Really Simon should get off of you. He should retreat and hide away in the bathroom while he tried to decide if he was going to pretend it never happened. But...you were rather comfortable, and he didn't know if he could slip out of the arms you'd wrapped around his shoulders without waking you. So he did the next best thing.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and messaged Soap.

'SOS Need you to come be distraction'

Rat bastard only sent him back the laughing face.

With another sigh, Simon thought over his options. Really he did. And well...his mouth fucking hurt and honestly a couple more hours of sleep weren't going to kill him.

You made a surprisingly good pillow.

Edit;

None of the boys wanted to get Simon because he's always super bull headed about driving and he is unsuspectingly cuddly after any kind of anesthesia. Price missed a meeting once because Simon refused to let go of him.

Johnny doesn't respond because he's a little scared of Thimble after she plucked what felt like half his bleeding eyebrows once.

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regressor aoyama yuuga headcanons !!

— requested by anon —

— cw: padded regression at the end —

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⭐️ - yuuga is a very bright and colorful regressor— always wearing a rainbow of clothing and buying the prettiest toys and gear he can find. he likes the vibrant stuff, not pastels, and will collect anything that’s shiny and covered in glitter (when I was fourteen, I accidentally regressed at school because my teacher gave me glitter and I put it everywhere on me and my assignment, proudly proclaiming myself to be a ‘glitter boy’; and that’s the exact energy im channeling into yuuga). he loves accessories— always wanting to decorate himself with pretty hair clips, bracelets that he makes himself, and makeup that he usually steals from one of the girls. he is constantly coloring on himself and his clothes/shoes with markers, pens, stickers, ect (which drives some of his poorer classmates up the wall because his outfits are so expensive) and he is FASCINATED by denim overalls because he can paint the pockets to be cute (I headcanon that he works with Jeanist post time skip and that they bond over fashion design, which is how yuuga gets into overalls because he’d never really seen them before).

⭐️ - yuuga mostly regresses to toddlerspace with babyspace as a omething that only happens when he’s really upset. he cries a lot and is generally very emotional while small. he’s very sensitive, particularly to being ignored, so he often has moments where everything overwhelms him and he needs comfort. he hates being alone and will cry if you leave him for even a couple minutes— but it isn’t loud, attention seeking crying. it’s always the cries of a little boy who is far too used to being ignored and will just carry on alone because he’s always had to. he often breaks the heart of his caregiver because the genuine relief on his face when they return is devastating. he’s never mad or upset about them leaving either, only so happy that they came back.

on a happier note, he grew up as an only child with no friends so he loves play dates with other regressors too! I personally really like pairing him up with hagakure because they both know what it’s like to be invisible (and it totally has nothing to do with the fact that I prefer either hagakure as the only UA traitor or her and yuuga put on a team for it).

⭐️ - it’s a bit difficult to tell when he’s regressed because, truthfully, there isn’t much difference to how colorful and eccentric he is between headspaces, but there is one major tell he has. when yuuga is feeling small, he speaks almost exclusively in french. it’s his first language and he’s not actually that good at japanese— his accent makes his words a little off and while he’s fluent reading it, writing it, and hearing other people speak it, he really struggles with his own ability to communicate in semi-broken fragments. his father is japanese and his mother is french so he did grow up learning both, but french always came to him more naturally since he was living in france and he’d been learning a variety of other languages in school (rich kid prep schools yk) alongside japanese so he struggled more keeping things straight. in fact, most of what he knows was crammed into him when he moved to join UA, only a couple weeks before the entrance exam. I actually tend to headcanon that yuuga speaks primarily english at UA (during most of year one, anyway) because it’s the only language he has in common with his classmates and it’s part of what makes him struggle to connect with everyone else.

anyways, all that to say that he speaks toddler french and has absolutely no idea why no one understands him. eventually, those he’s closest to pick up on what he means and learn a bit to respond back to him, which he is overjoyed by. little yuuga loves teaching people french and about france so he’s always very happy to babble away about it— though, it’s usually in an incomprehensible combination of japanese and french that mostly only makes sense to him.

⭐️ - he’s a very adventurous baby, willing to try any food at least once and always wanting to go out shopping. he’s terrible with money when he isn’t regressed and has no concept of it when he is so he tends to overspend on gifts for his friends— a little overzealous in his want to grow and maintain friendships. he just wants to spend time with people all the time and is incredibly social. he has no concept of social batteries either and would be perfectly fine fluttering around like a newly formed butterfly from person to person. this also means that he’s terrible with boundaries, both for other people and himself. he’ll never say no to anything if he thinks it might upset someone enough to leave and he can be a bit ignorant of people’s personal space or how close he really is to them, both literally and figuratively. he once assumed that he and monoma were best friends because they were both regressors and monoma liked french culture (even able to speak a very minuscule amount of french) despite the fact that they hadn’t had a single conversation prior to that point. he means well and his caregiver is working with him on being a little more aware of other people, but it does leave him to curl up and cry in his dorm when he’s inevitably rejected by someone socially.

⭐️ - loves giving and receiving affection! as established, he feels things very strongly, especially in headspace, and when he cares about someone, that love bursts out of him in the form of needing to touch them— cuddles, holding hands, or even just standing close to each other. yuuga soaks up affection from anyone and everyone because he truly does love every single one of his classmates and he even finds good and closeness in people that he doesn’t know (like those in class b). I mean, he’s also incredibly touch starved and prone to sickness and aches from his quirk that requires comfort, but that’s beyond the point! he’s very forward too and has absolutely no qualms with people knowing about his regression so sometimes he’ll just go up to someone and hand them his regression gear or cuddle up to them, effectively saddling the role of babysitter on them even if they have no idea what’s happening. again, not a great habit of his but he’s working on it!!

(CW: diapers and accidents!)

⭐️ - he’s a padded regressor! yuuga struggles a lot with how his quirk manifests in his body and it leads to him getting physically ill with severe tummy aches quite a lot. when he’s bigger, he still has issues, but he’s a bit more capable of handling it by himself and knowing his limits. when he’s small, however, he doesn’t have nearly as much control and has a lot of accidents. it’s the only thing he actually feels any shame about in regards to his regression, both because it is just generally embarrassing and because it’s another reminder of how he was born and what he’s done. his caregiver, who suggested diapers to him in the first place, is very kind to remind him that most heroes struggle medically with something at some point and it’s totally fine to do what he needs to for his own comfort and well-being 🫶

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@cwcthzl sorry to @ you again but I thought of more hijinks for Stanley and Richie to get up to in the freaky friday au and i thought it'd be weird to dm em.

•Adorable montage of them teaching each other how to act more like they normally do.

•When Richie arrives for Stanley's fancy admissions dinner Donald and Andrea try to introduce him to the stuffy school dean very first thing, but Richie makes a bee line for the table, plops his ass down with a menu, and says "Yeah, yeah whatever- do you think they serve chicken nuggets here?".

•Richie tries to nervously push up his glasses but he forgets hes stan so he doesnt have glasses and accidentally pokes himself in the eye out of nowhere and causes a scene.

•"Sorry! Sorry! I guess I'm kinda.... just not myself today."

•Then when Donald and Andrea point out that the old guy sitting across from him is the dean Richie folds IMMEDIATELY. "Oh my god, Mr. School Dean sir, i am SO sorry- i didn't mean to sit down and not introduce myself to you and- oh no don't shake my hand, i forgot to wash my hands when i left the bathroom.... uhm i don't NORMALLY do that, i was just very excited to get out here and meet you so i... forgot.".

•Donald tries to goade Richie into talking about birds since he thinks that'll impress the dean Richie has to pretend like he gives a fuck about birds. The dean asks richie what his favorite bird is and richie freaks and says "pigeon.". "Pigeons? Just pigeons?". "Yeah well they poop on big city guys and i think that's pretty funny.".

•When the conversation turns to talking about numbers richies like. "Oh yeah, i love numbers, i love math, i'm good at calculating things. Did you know that 6 × 4 is 24? I'm serious, look it up if you don't believe me."

•At one point richie calls stans mom and dad "madre and padre" and they're so fucking confused.

•After the bomb of an admissions lunch richie feels terrible, so he wants to do something really nice for Stan. So he takes his allowance and goes shopping for stan some nice clothes, and NOT JUST CLOTHES RICHIE THINKS ARE NICE. He really does try to find stan something nice that fits his personality, but also gets stan out of his comfort zone! He wants him to look nice, not ridiculous.

•He also uses this as an oppertunity to wear some sunglasses because Richie's never actually gotten the chance to wear sunglasses. Prescription ones are too expensive, but now as stan he can flip em up like every stereotypical cool dude in the movies.

•When Stan sees his new look he's utterly horrified. Richie didn't even cut his hair or anything, he's just wearing sunglasses and some new clothes. When stan asks "what did you DO to me??" Richie just says "it's called color stanley, and you happen to look great in it. It's not the great depression anymore, we're allowed the luxury of dyes.".

•Stan also got his drivers license before Richie, because, lets face it, richie doesnt belong behind the wheel ever. So Richie gets to drive as Stan and stan is very upset by this.

•Richie also tries to slick stan's hair down with some gel but it just will NOT. STAY. SLICKED. DOWN. it's like stans medusa but instead of snakes he just had sentient locks of hair! It's like trying to wrap up an entire uncurled ball of yarn, it's impossible. The hair has a mind of it's own and it will not abide by what Richie thinks is cool.

•Richie also finds out that, despite stan being incredibly neat and detail orientated and tidy, there is one designated spot of Stan's room he keeps dirty, and that is a bed side table that's FILLED with just random junk stan can't bear to part with. Richie is utterly scandalized to know tidy ass stan has a hoarder drawer, and the stuff he hoardes isn't even really important stuff-- at least not at a first glance. He has a box of expired pasta, a case of broken hairtyes, a tape recorder with all the buttons fallen off and... a really ugly necklace richie made him when they were in second grade. It's got a bunch of tacky mismatched beads and it's so not Stanley's style, but... he didn't throw it out :,).

•Richie runs into Henry Bowers at one point (this is one of those no juniper hills aus) and he starts bullying him for being jewish and all richie can think while it's happening is. "Jeez, his jew jokes are way less funny than mine".

•Meanwhile Stan is confronted with his worst challenge yet: Hanging out in Richie's disgusting room. Eugghhh.

•Seriously the place is a jungle and it makes him long for when he woke up with blurry vision and couldn't see anything.

•Stan asks Maggie and Wentworth what's the cleanest spot in the whole house because "he cannot focus in such mess" and both very surprised. Richie's never talked like that before, and he has always been very insistent that he liked having his room a pig stye because it was easier to find everything. Now they see Richie walking around his room like he's manuevering through a mine field, but instead of land mines it's dirty underwear. Yuck!

•Also when they first woke up in each others bodies and were freaking each other out Stan accidentally stepped onto something wet and mushy feeling and, without even looking down, asked Richie. "Richie. What am i standing in right now? -_-". "Uhhhh, the pizza i had in here since fourth of July." "...." "...." "You should probably change your socks." "You're right Richie, which ones should i use? The ones that smell like sweat or the ones with black on the bottom? Oh you actually have a clean pair? Well my oh my the surprises never stop do they?".

•When he goes on his date with Connor he takes off Richie's glasses in an attempt to read the menu but ofc it just looks like blurry smudges. Stan just groans and says "Oh he's actually fucking blind- well this stinks.".

•Stanley forcing himself to like Connor goes pretty terribly. He could not give less of a crap about this dude, and the fact Connor has such a fuckin ego about himself makes it worse. Stan isn't someone who giggles and fusses over another person, especially not someone he doesn't like. Ofc he still loves his friends but he doesn't melt from flattery like Richie and he also has no interest in essentially being this dudes cheerleader. But he has to be Richie now, and Stanley's only frame of reference for him and Connors relationship is obsessively onesided cuteness from Richie. So alas... "Wow Connor. You're so... nice. Your arms are really... wow, and your teeth. They're so... clean. I can tell you brushed today.... tehee. -_-".

•When Stanley is hanging out with the rest of the losers he and Eddie have a disagreement about something really tiny and everyone's like "omg, here come the fireworks! Time for the to start squabbling!" and then they just don't. Stanley calmly gets out of the hammock and let's him have it, much to their sheer horror.

•Also when they are first getting used to each other's bodies Richie will not stop making ugly faces or doing weird poses at Stan to annoy him. He even does the robot at one point and Stan's mortified. There ain't shit he can do about it tho other than whine and complain, which isn't all too different from Stan normally.

•Bill is feeling down about random life troubles and he asks Stan if he can tell him a joke to cheer him up. Stan scratches the back of his neck and shuffles his feet all awkwardly, then settles on. "What did the bunny say to the other bunny? Don't be mad be hoppy. You see it's really funny because bunnies don't know how to talk.".

•Stan and Richie try to run back to the Jade of the Orient and talk to the lady that swapped their bodies, but when they get there multiple people are screaming at each other in chinese because they already know what happened and they're not happy. It's oddly reassuring to know SOMEONE is freaking out as much as they are, but Richie points out to stan that they're actually making fun of them while they do it. "Really Richie? I never knew you spoke mandarin." "I don't." "Then how do you know?" "Because that lady is cupping her hands around her eyes to make fun of my glasses and that other lady just straightened her posture to make fun of the way you stand." "...Oh." "Yeah..." "...Wait, am I crazy or are they immitating our voices too?" "-_- Yep.".

•Richie eats some fast food and Stan proceeds to have a heart attack over it.

•When Stan tries to tell his friends he's actually Stan and not Richie they all just laugh and assume it's another one of Richie's stupid bits. The more he doubles down the more the losers think he's just joking. Then when Stan tries to point out his vocabulary is totally different the losers are just like "yeah! Your impressions are getting so much better!".

•They try to switch back a number of ways, making a wish, prayer to multiple different types of god, deal with the devil, literally just running at each other and slamming their heads together. Nothing works.

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notes/remarks about jax in episode 4 (it’s a Little Bit long)

-its kinda believed that his only moment of trying to be a tiny bit better to interact with in the episode is when he asks pomni how she is after everything but i feel like even the beginning of the ep suggests him doing this . this has been stated 6000 times but he was making an attempt to participate in something with teaching gangle how to play baseball, and when ragatha got pissed at him for breaking her comedy mask he went “why are you always making me out to be a bad guy???im not a bad guy” and then when he follows gangle into zoobles room he just seems relaxed and docile, he keeps smiling throughout the entire interaction even when the focus isn’t on him, and he only ever looks annoyed when caine barges in . not necessarily jax-related but i noticed that was what happened in ep3 too! everyone just hanging out together and actually bonding on purpose and it being interrupted by caine taking them on an adventure. it’s interesting to me idk

-he’s put off by the direction of the adventure right off the bat. after pomni raises her hand and asks caine for a less intense adventure he’s frowning at her because in his mind she just ruined what sounded like a really fun violent thrilling adventure - especially after the way hes been kind of disappointed after the past two ones . despite this he is back to smiling and joking again by the time the suggestion box is brought up

his pout and angry eyes r so fucking cute god help me

-the part where zooble replies with “good” after he mockingly says that their submission was genuinely hurtful is special at least to me cuz it’s one of the only moments where instead of flat out ignoring it or getting angry at it, jax actually recognises and engages with someone expressing their distaste for him. and also onto a more possibly nothingburger thing that drives me crazy regardless that got pointed out to me through a youtube comment

this. this cycle of expressions here? if you squint really hard you can see the moment his feeling are hurt with your own two eyes!!!! at first i thought the comment was just about him looking down at gangle, but it’s actually the thing immediately before that where his smile drops slightly and he looks down, and then back at zooble for a split second. extremely small thing that might not even be real that i probably wouldn’t have noticed for ages if ever but regardless. Drives me up the wall. also this maybe possibly puts the “genuinely hurtful” line in a different light. i personally think that was actually just him joking and not really thinking about it though

-his “im really doing this” look. also the fact that he even went into it willingly gives me some questions like. does he actually just never skip on adventures ever no matter what they are just because he would So strongly rather not be left alone. did he see what happened to zooble and just assume the same would happen to him if he tried to get out of it

-it’s cute to me how fast he was to try and derail the adventure like he was probably calculating and remembering everything he knows about kitchen hazards/accidents and stuff. imagine all the fun he could’ve had with that if he was left uninterrupted

-it hurts

-he probably would’ve said “what are you gonna do about it though” as a response to anyone here but also this was definitely more initially enticing to him because typically he sees gangle as the one member who’s the most defenseless against him and will mostly take whatever he does. now him saying this was either him being like lol imagine YOU actually doing something to stop me; or a genuinely curious invitation as to what she was actually going to do after saying that. but either way whatever it was gets almost completely shattered after he hears caine agree to put a punishment in place, followed by gangle giving jax his first orders of the day. i deeply enjoy how genuinely unnerved he looks here. like i can imagine hes probably never been in a situation quite like this since he entered the circus -which kinda connects into another thing with jax in this episode that i think about a lot that’s just . was this entire episode how he felt in his real life before the circus. it’s pretty much a given that he could not and did not act at least exactly the way he does now in the circus in his old life, especially considered how he was still like sorta fresh into adulthood before getting trapped. this ties very very very deeply into my personal ‘jax cannot function in the real world is prone to becoming depressed and aggravated when he’s tested to even the smallest conditions against him’ belief. before this the only real support for this was how moody he got in ep 2 but the way he reacts to his circumstances in this one just. absolutely takes the cake im so fucking grateful

-“we wait until after hours for that” and then he immediately looks up at the clock to see how much time he has to wait until he can freely talk about how hates this one guy. Pointless animal

-i like how deadpan and honest he is in the scene leading up to the reevaluation where he’s talking with gangle. like he’s not in the mood for playing with the others but he’s not completely exhausted and flustered yet either he’s just. normal. neutral. extremely rare and specific angle of him we probably won’t ever see again. it’s like a complicated and intricate dish of food that you have to like wait until a certain time of year to be able to prepare. the “i like you better when you’re sad” is at least in my mind and my perception of him, the one single time in the show where jax’s behaviour is sincerely meant to be mean and malicious. there’s no jovial tone to it it’s not meant to be funny even to him, he just says it so flatly and with such purpose that it’s so obviously true, almost to the point where it feels like he didn’t even mean to say it but he sure did. this moment could also demonstrate the barely-theory of jax acting worse and more cutthroat the more bored/upset/angry he feels himself. extremely good moment of him Just being an Asshole with no fun side to it whatsoever . there should be more of those i think and there probably will be

-nothing to say about the reevaluation itself except that the flashing makes it pretty hard to see but you if you like zoom in / look closely you can tell that he’s quivering and his ears and eyebrows slowly lower. it’s way way clearer to see if you find the behind the scenes video for it and look there cause it doesn’t have the flashing. Personally i lost my shit when i first realised this and also i lowkey think this scene may have been my awakening for him being my favourite it just took about 3 weeks to take root

-the part where he gets out and sees the clock hasn’t moved at all is the first time in the show jax has actually raised his voice like Ever. hes never once reached the point of yelling at someone out of frustration before this

-i actually think he was super affected by ragatha saying she hates him while on the stupid sauce. both this and the moment with zooble earlier on in the episode supports the idea that he doesn’t exactly understand that the others mostly dislike him, or at least tries to never ever think about the possibility of it. him concluding that she’s drunk or something and stepping over her was both a tiny sarcastic remark and also something to make himself feel better and give a sort of explanation for why she said that. like oh surely that’s not how she really feels about me! no Pal

-AGAIN. everyone and their mother has talked about this but the part with him going up to pomni and asking how she is is like. I view everything as being evidence but this is like the most explicit “there is no other explanation other than this” evidence for the idea that jax almost solely relies on the other circus members no matter what the nature of the attention/reaction from them is. he purely seeks out anything he can get from them to feel seen and noticed and real. the most peculiar part of this interaction to me is that he doesn’t spin it around to talk about himself really except for the “wish i could say the same” statement. like you would think he’d be like Ughhh my day has been awfulll but no he apparently just wants to know if pomnis good? ???? thats the one thing that sorta perplexes me here lowkey

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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 7

satoru gojo x f!reader × suguru geto

plot: you moved to tokyo over the summer to take a teaching job. As you get settled in, you find yourself entangled in a toxic dynamic.

chapter summary: satoru teaches you to tolerate a place you dislike.

warnings: unaware reader while satoru does something he really shouldn’t

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7. Starry Skies

There was just a little extra something humiliating about being back in your old bedroom at your old house again; these four walls that were once both your comfort but also your prison had been left perfectly untouched with the help of your mother preserving it just as you had left it—a space locked in time, a haunting reminder of who you once were.

You grew uncomfortable at such a prospect as it was likely going to continue down that road for many more years to come, with or without your friends to help you through each and every single visit.

This room in particular once housed the person you didn’t want to be, after all, providing you a temporary shell for you to hermit inside of whenever you made your bed in it; you weren’t her anymore, but also, you were her at some point.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried succumbing to sleep to quickly pass this whole thing by, but you were used to much later bedtimes by now and we’re left staring off into the dark as slumber failed to take you under. The clock barely hit 9 in the night and you were left lying wide awake feeling restless and frustrated.

It was then that you reached for your phone, knowing that pretty much everyone else would be up at least. The texts did take their sweet time to deliver though; the spotty reception driving you just a little over the edge, making you more irritable than you had to be.

It was something about this place, that was the reason why, you were sure of it.

Shoko was the first priority in your texting queue, updating her with just about everything that had happened so far as she continued to approve of how Satoru was behaving, assuring you that he knows his stuff when it comes to unfair parents and that you have nothing to worry about.

It was a lighthearted moment of checking in, her texts half mocking you ‘goodnight’ as she had to continue to study while reminding you of the plum wine.

Suguru was next in queue, just to see if he was still going through whatever it was that made him feel so distant but he never replied. He always had his phone on him so you felt a little more hurt than usual knowing that he likely read your message but never bothered to reply.

Satoru was the next in line either way as you were a little concerned as to how he was holding up in the guest house but just as you typed something out to him, he got to you first.

“Your parents turned their lights off, let’s sneak out~?”

You stared at the screen as you laughed quietly at the idea, quickly feeling your worries evaporate—he was fine, of course he was fine. Staring at the text a little more, you also considered the idea. Your parents usually fell asleep quickly and you weren’t tired at all, so it would be nice to get away from this place for a while.

“Is it really sneaking out if it’s my own home and If I’m an adult?” you asked, sending a text back. You were twenty-two now, bordering twenty-three; a young adult at this point, but one either way.

“It is if it gets you into trouble,” he replied.

You gently scoffed as you realised the depressing reality of how it actually was. You likely would get into trouble because you still had to walk on eggshells around your own family even now, which made it all seem even bleaker.

Wanting to go against the system, you accepted his offer, wanting for things to go down a different route for a change if you could help it and as such, you told him that you’d be down in five and to meet you at the front of the house.

You then quietly left through the front door and met with Satoru in the driveway who quietly greeted you with a smile, suppressing his voice for now so as to not get you in trouble, a notion that he personally thought was a little amusing.

Together, the two of you walked side by side as your shoulders unintentionally slouched, feeling some strange discomfort from existing within town once again.

It was the shell of your former self manifesting who you once were, showing Satoru a side of you that he was aware of but one that you’d rather he didn’t know.

A side of you that felt just a little watched, a little judged in everything that you did.

He responded to your sunken body language with a pat on your back with some slight force in his hand, hoping to both straighten your posture as well as to snap you out of whatever it was you were going through.

“You know, I miss that girl that I got to know in the city,” he said as he looked up into the night sky, his eyes taking in the many stars blanketing over town, “you’re not really yourself out here, are you?”

You gulped as you listened to him talk, finding that his words were oddly profound for who he was and couldn’t form a proper response, at least not right away. Other parts of the question felt a little like a pick up line but you did your best to not overthink it, knowing that his personality was flirty by default and that it wasn’t personal even if he did mean it that way.

The walk led you to a nearby park where the lights were still shining bright under the lampposts scattered throughout, the two of you settling on a bench near the entrance. Some low grade cursed spirits loitered in the shadows further into the park, but neither of you cared enough to exorcise those.

The night sky was exceptionally beautiful tonight, completely devoid of clouds as a crescent moon smiled over the world; clusters of stars freckling around the dark canvas.

“I miss views like this back in the city. Even further out where it’s quiet, it’s never really exactly like this,” Satoru said after a while.

“Yeah, it’s the only thing I ended up really missing when I moved to Tokyo,” you replied in agreement.

Something about this whole thing felt strangely intimate, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It wasn’t generating as much tension as it had done so when you were alone with Suguru, but something was brewing that you couldn’t quite understand.

Regardless, you didn’t want it to go another wrong direction though so you kept your hands and body language to yourself.

Keeping your friends as friends was more important, you thought.

“So, there’s really nothing else out here?” Satoru asked.

“Well, that depends on how you look at it,” you considered, trying your best to not be completely negative, “there’s the night views, the nature and the clean air which is good for some people.”

“But not for you,” he speculated.

“I guess not.”

“There’s no shame in this place just being somewhere you had to live in, you know. You shouldn’t let it define you.” He said after a while, trying to help you feel better about being here while also trying to ease you into becoming more vulnerable so he could potentially chance a move on you.

“I mean… it’s easier said than done,” you replied as you let his words fester in your mind, talking a touch more spontaneously as your emotions stirred, “maybe you don’t get it because you were told that you were special your entire life-“

Wait. Oops.

You froze as you realised exactly what you had just said and just how terribly it was worded.

Satoru noticed this and didn’t even flinch nor did his demeanour change a single bit. He didn’t mind such sudden bluntness from you, in fact, he found it refreshing that you were capable of speaking your mind under the right conditions.

“It’s alright—you’re alright,” he laughed a little as he found himself momentarily stunned, “you’re right about that much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that,” you continued to blabber despite his attempts to talk you down from your spiralling unease.

“I just wanted to say that you’re not that ordinary either, even if you were told it,” he continued to explain without dwelling on what you hit him with, “you have something that a lot of people can’t even comprehend having.”

Sighing, you finally forced yourself to face the conversation.

“I know, but, I just feel like if I didn’t have anything going on then maybe I would actually have a chance to be normal.”

“But where’s the fun in that, [name]?” Satoru replied, scoffing just a little as though jokingly offended, “you could have had a boring normal life in a small town, yeah, but that’s all you would have done in your life.”

“And is that so bad…?”

“When you’re comparing it to what you have, I’d say so?” he asked as countered your question with one of his own, he didn’t show it but he was a little frustrated at how little credit you gave yourself, “your past here was a blip at best and all I’m getting at here is that you shouldn’t let it define you.”

“It’s just easier said than done,” you sighed, although you did agree with him. This topic was difficult to discuss, but it felt freeing to face a troubling truth.

Silence followed beyond that point, leaving you wondering if there was something wrong with you that drained the life from those around you given just how quiet people were.

In reality, or at least for Satoru’s case, it was that he felt comfortable enough to finally continue making a move on you despite the fact that he was starting to slowly become conflicted with doing so.

You were vulnerable as you had finally opened up to him in a way he was certain that you hadn’t to others before, but it didn’t feel right to do so completely.

Still, he chose to lean in for a kiss that managed to catch you so off guard that you immediately pulled away, wondering why this was happening a second time—hoping that you actually weren’t doing anything to lead anyone on without realising it.

Satoru pulled back too as he maintained his unserious expression, choosing to not present himself as offended even if the rejection did throw him off, even just a little. He quickly laughed it off either way, having a new idea in mind to ease you into giving in.

“My mistake, [name],” he smiled as he continued to stare into yours, “I thought we were supposed to be selling a lie up here.”

“I-I guess so but it feels too real-“

“—Just this once?” Satoru asked as he cut you off, not giving you room to think, “maybe with some luck someone will see.”

That was exactly what worried you, that someone from town would see you kissing him despite it already being so late into night—at least for this place. You knew that just from looking at Satoru that this was his attempt at something, but you didn’t want it to go down that road at all.

“Just think of it this way, if we have to sell it around your parents later, it’ll be easier to do,” he said as he continued to warm you up to the idea.

Your own bruised persona that existed within this town tried to justify it for you internally, telling you that this would be your chance at appearing normal for a change as your body slowly ended up leaning into the kiss, after all.

It wasn’t so bad as your lips finally connected, but you didn’t really feel anything at all as it all unfolded.

Maybe he was actually just playing you to see how easily you played into his cards, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious—at least a little, just to see what it was like to lock lips with someone else.

Satoru then pulled back after a moment had passed too, sensing your discomfort, not wanting to push you over your limit, at least not yet.

He could tell that it was your first kiss, but that just helped him savour it all the better.

***

It was a quiet walk back to the house and just as you were about to re-enter the front door, Satoru pulled you off into the garden along with him as an attempt to convince you that you would probably feel less bad if you spent the night with him than entirely alone.

“Please?” he playfully begged you, “don’t make me spend the night in there all alone.”

“It’s just for two nights though-“

“—Unless you want me to sneak up to your room~?”

Such an idea even if he was joking left you feeling a little mortified as the colour drained from your face. There was absolutely zero chance that he was going to see that side of you, so you reluctantly gave into the offer of a sleepover instead.

Even if he did steal a kiss from you, there was something about his entire being that made him seem somehow more trustworthy than Suguru to you.

Maybe it was the fact that he was open about it?

“Trust me, [name],” he continued to say as he tugged your wrist off to the guest house, “if we’re supposed to be together anyway, it wouldn’t even be that weird to be seen with me in the morning.”

“But my parents-“

“—They were young too at some point, trust me, they’ll get it.”

You understood that part fully well but you still felt a bit off about the whole thing. Sneaking out was one thing, being seen leaving the guest house with him was another due to the implications alone. You wanted to sell the lie too, but it was starting to feel all too real again and you didn’t want for him to get the wrong idea about just how much you were allowing him to get away with.

“Just to sleep, nothing more-“

“—Just to keep up appearances,” he assured you while smiling, “it smells in here, don’t make me suffer through that alone.”

You stared at him for a little longer, sighing as you continued to give into the idea; his smile growing wider as he watched you accept such a proposal.

“I won’t do anything,” he added along, “we’ll just sleep, yeah?”

You nodded as your mind quietly crumbled internally at the prospect of sharing a bed with a guy, so when you both got into bed together you made a conscious effort to stay at the edge of the bed while he read into your body language, backing himself up against the wall.

The bed was surely small though and such crowdedness radiated a heat between the two of you despite not touching each other at all.

The summer heat continued to fester and as a result, he slowly dressed down albeit to a respectable degree and you soon gave into surrendering your top for the camisole beneath, still keeping your bottoms on, just to make sleep even a little bearable.

Falling asleep within his shadow felt strange initially but the exhaustion quickly swept over you. He wasn’t being weird to you as you had initially feared and as such, you were successfully lulled into a false sense of security around him.

So by the time you were fast asleep, you didn’t even notice as he slowly crept ever so slightly closer to you, intending to brush it off as nighttime habits if you were to wake up from his advancement.

…But you never did.

He then attempted to close the distance between you even more as he pressed himself up ever so slightly against your back, feeling himself grow excited as he did so—a consequence of his own selfish thoughts.

Although, you did pull away subconsciously as the heat became overwhelming which prompted him to stop for a moment, thinking about how exactly to go through this, or if he should even do so at all.

The conflicting feeling came back again and he was beginning to feel strange in how he was treating you but at least for now, the arousal clouded his thoughts on the matter as he continued onwards.

Continuing, he pulled down his shorts even further while backing off a little. His semi-hard cock pitched slightly against his boxers as he did his best to keep it subtle enough, shuffling closer against your back without waking you up or bothering you.

Just to feel how you felt against himself, he wouldn’t go beyond that point.

You couldn’t feel him at all in your deep sleep regardless, your mind not even registering the fact that his tip pressed ever so slightly against the small of your back. He wanted to keep you close which is why he didn’t go further, making sure to act at least somewhat rationally so that he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret.

It surely did take him a good while until he broke away from you though, settling flat against his back instead as frustration enveloped him. He took care of himself at his own hand instead, the bed slightly shaking as he did so but never once breaking you away from slumber, finishing off into his shorts that he then threw off to the side.

Satoru sighed deep as he forced himself to behave around you, convincing himself that you’d ease into it another day—just not today, but maybe at another time.

It was because he liked you that he kept a boundary to begin with.

It was because he liked you that he didn’t want to hurt you.

(Unless you gave him a reason to.)

He surely wouldn’t.

…Would he?

[twilightjwy]

your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm

wooyoung x reader

friends to lovers fluff <3 reader is friends with ateez, there are mentions of all of the members :)

summary: you go on a ski trip and become a lot closer with wooyoung than you expected

wc: 1.5k

notes: my whole inspiration for this was from the lyric (that i made the title) in the song ‘abstract’ by hozier <3333 that song is soooooo good

💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ִ

the air was cold and snow was falling as you rode down the mountain one last time. everyone was getting pretty tired and yunho suggested that they call it quits for the day and head back to the resort to watch a movie and relax before driving home tomorrow so you all raced down the trail to get to the bottom. you and the guys had decided to take a road trip up to a ski resort, which ended up being a real bonding experience (especially because you all had to work together to teach yeosang how to ski since he had never gone before).

the whole trip had been so fun with your best friends, but you and wooyoung had definitely been flirting with each other the entire time (and everyone could tell). you and wooyoung had been friends for years and you’d been in love with him the whole time. you always thought you would never tell him, but after this weekend you were starting to rethink it all. you two were glued to each other the whole time — racing down the mountain together, sitting on the ski lift together (so close to each other you practically left enough room for a third person to squeeze on there with you). you swapped jackets some days to see how long it would take the others to notice and then giggle about it to yourselves. hongjoong would just roll his eyes. “i definitely think there’s something going on between them,” he said to seonghwa.

tonight was the night that everything really changed, though. you had packed up all your stuff and left it in the lodge for you all to pick up tomorrow before heading home. the resort was just a short walk from the mountain but it was cold. your shivering increased with every step you took. you kept rubbing your hands together and blowing hot air into them to keep them somewhat warm since you didn’t have any gloves with you. wooyoung, with his giant warm winter jacket, was walking right next to you and noticed how much you were shaking.

“you cold?” he asked.

“very.”

with his right hand he propped open his jacket pocket.

“put your hand in here,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at you and motioned with his head.

you slowly put your left hand into his pocket and you could feel as he rested his hand right on top of yours.

“there, now we can both stay warm,” he said.

“thanks,” you said softly, with a nervous smile to him.

wooyoung was a touchy person, so you’ve been close like this before, but something about this seemed different, more intimate. you could feel his soft hand on top of yours, suddenly every nerve in your body was on red alert. you’d never been so aware of your own hand before, how does he make you feel like this?

you kept walking along the path and you noticed mingi look back at you both from up ahead. he quickly turned back around and giggled with yunho, his hand covering his mouth. you turned to the side away from wooyoung and smiled to yourself.

after about 20 seconds of silence that felt like an hour, you felt his hand shift in the pocket. you noticed him moving his hand so that your palms were touching and then you felt him lace his fingers with yours. neither of you said anything but you felt butterflies in your stomach — did he really just do that? you walked the rest of the way to the resort, your hand in his pocket the whole time, only taking it out when you got to the suite.

the resort you were staying at had a huge apartment style suite with a living room, kitchen, and multiple bedrooms that you all were sharing. you sat down on the empty couch, hoping wooyoung would come along next and sit down right next to you. but san, completely unaware that something was going on between you guys, immediately took the seat next to you. he was acting so happy and excited with you to watch the movie that you didn’t have the heart to tell him you were trying to save his seat for wooyoung. wooyoung eventually sat down in a comfy chair right across from you. occasionally during the movie he would look over at you, make eye contact, and give you a cute, small smile. he was resting his head on his hand and the way he looked at you was so sweet it made you feel almost lightheaded.

eventually the movie ended and you all decided it was time to go to bed, since tomorrow was going to be a long day of packing and driving. jongho had already fallen asleep on the couch during the movie but no one wanted to wake him, so hongjoong just draped a blanket over him and turned off the lights in the living room.

the thing, though, was that you and jongho and wooyoung were sharing a room. and since jongho was on the couch it was just going to be you and wooyoung. you were starting to get a little nervous as you were getting ready for bed thinking about you and wooyoung alone. you were worried you might end up blurting out how you feel about him and then the whole friendship would be ruined if he didn’t feel the same. you tried to block the thought out of your mind as you slipped under your comforter.

wooyoung walked into the room, pajamas on and looking the cutest he ever has.

“our last slumber party of the weekend,” he said as he puffed out his lower lip, looking sad.

“i know!” you said, “we’re going to have to do it more often when we’re home.”

“i’ll definitely take you up on that sometime.”

he turned off the light, got into his bed and pulled out his phone. “i was going to finish one episode of the show i was watching before i sleep, do you wanna watch it with me?” he asked, hoping you would say yes.

“sure” you smiled. as you got up he lifted the covers for you to get in.

you crawled in right next to him in the dark, your bodies touching. you could feel the heat radiating from him, comforting as it was still so cold, even in the suite. he turned on the show and you leaned your head on his chest to see his phone screen better (which really was just an excuse to cuddle him closer). you wondered if he was feeling the same knots in his stomach as you were. he was invested in the episode but you started to feel your eyes closing and eventually you fell asleep. wooyoung felt the tension release from your body and the weight of your head above his heart, which he hoped you could not feel was beating a lot faster than normal.

you woke up suddenly when the episode ended as you felt wooyoung shift beside you to put his phone on the side table.

“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” he said sweetly as he laid down.

“it’s okay, i should probably get back to my bed now,” you said.

“you know you can just stay here if you want to, i really don’t mind, i’d actually kind of like it if you did,” he said shyly. “but totally no pressure,” he added in a hurry, his eyes wide.

you blushed and cuddled in next to him again, this time with his arm around you. you looked up at him and met his eyes in the dark.

“i really don’t want to ruin what we have now, but i really like you,” he whispered to you.

“don’t worry, i really like you too,” you held back, not mentioning how in love with him you have been since the day you met. that would be for another time.

he took his hand and ran his fingers through your hair, still looking into your eyes. you lifted your head to meet his and gently connected your lips. he kissed you back even deeper, cupping your face in his hand.

you pulled away and you both breathed.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that,” he said as he closed his eyes and shook his head with a smile on his face.

“me too,” you said and pulled him back in for another kiss. eventually you went to sleep, your body on top of his, legs entangled together, his arms fully wrapped around you, and your head buried in his neck.

it turned out to be a pretty good ski trip — definitely a lot of bonding.

[saltygilmores]

(Gilmore Girls) talking points I can and will discuss for hours at any time (mostly Jess stuff though)

Saw someone do this on Instagram and thought I'd do it too.

Dean is An Abomination and his own parents tried to abandon him on the side of the road (he made his way back somehow, crafty son of a bitch) Lorelai is a terrible horrible no good immature person, a gignatic hypocrite, a bad mother, and she dismisses and often encourages Dean’s abuse towards Rory How Lorelai married into Jess' family and now there SHOULD BE a cloud of shame hanging over her head that she treated her nephew like shit for no reason for years and now she has to look him in the eye at every holiday and family gathering for the rest of time, but she has no shame. Aunt Lorelai remember when I was 17 you said I should die in a fire and you'd rather save your shoes? Anyway, Pass the turkey. How much does Rory tell Jess about what Lorelai says about him behind his back Lorelai and Dean's affair (The DALA)

Justice for Lindsay Lister Nearly any Pre and Post Stars Hollow Jess Headcanon (That Usually Do Not Involve Rory) (his entire childhood, his entire adulthood, his ho life, his success as a popular author, Jess as a brother to Doula, life in Philadelphia, stories with his Truncheon buddies, Jess as a mediocre drug dealer in NYC #heytawd), Jess traveling cross country (love that one so much I made an absolutely massive Spotify playlist to accompany it), did he ever go to college? Among the carousel of rotating Mom's Boyfriends and Stepfathers did he ever have a few good ones in the mix? Liz likely didn't have a car and would never care to teach him, so who taught him how to drive?

If Jess had such a terrible childhood did Luke ever try to intervene? How much did he know? How much did he see Jess as a kid? Was Jess ever in foster care? Liz Danes...just Liz Danes. Could probably discuss this trainwreck and the people in her orbit until i was blue in the face. I have thoughts. Headcanon: Jess has had sex with any other similarly-aged existing character on the show besides Rory at some point (this would be in the future, during his Ho Years.. I don't really find any joy in the thought of him cheating on Rory) Where do Rory and Jess go on the dates that are (infrequently) implied they have Why does Luke always bring up how severely he underpays Jess for working a the diner? How often does Jess wait on Rory and Lorelai's table? Do they actually tip him, ever? Shane, Shane’s murder The date of Jess' birthday (it's late August or early September, babes. I'm unflinching on this but willing to hear all sides)

The origin of Jess’ unusual name How do Jess and Rory celebrate birthday and holidays together (within the OG series timeline)? If they actually do? Does Jess actually want to celebrate his birthday or Christmas? What gifts do they buy each other? The prom that never was Rory loses her virginity to a stupid butthead but doesn't put out for Jess for like 8 months and frequently teases him while the poor thing doesn’t even have the privacy to jack it once in a while to a Maxim magazine (but also, did they or did they not come fairly close off screen at some point, when and where?) gurl you interrupted a steamy makeout session so you could run home and talk to your mom! You talk to your mom every second of every day! And before that, you run away after your first real make out sesh so you could go talk to Dean! You are beyond help. What is up with that "We haven't seen each other in four years" comment between Jess and Rory in AYITL? What the hell happened in 2012? What is the day to day life in Stars Hollow High like between Jess, Dean, Lane, Lindsay without Rory around? Do Dean and Jess have any classes together? Where do they sit in the cafeteria? How come Lane and Dean never told Rory that Jess was skipping school? Especially when Dean has an incentive to spill the tea (getting Jess in trouble) and Lane is a hopeless gossip and there's no effing way she could keep something like that from Rory for that long

What is The Subsect actually about

What would it be like if Jess went to Chilton with Rory? How would he even get in (I really have to stretch the limits of my imagination but I have a few weak theories)

Madelyn and Louise (they’re awesome)

The friendships that could have been between Jess and Paris or Jess and Lane

How Rory is too dopey to see that Paris is in love with her

How disaster follows every female character who loses their virginity (even when in the confines of marriage)

The child bride epidemic on this show

Dave Ryglaski is mediocre. Alex is under rated and it’s a shame the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole probably sucked him in like Dave was, never to be seen again.

I don’t even care about her storyline: April as a character is so incredibly annoying I can’t watch any scene she is in.

Jason DiggerStiles is so uninteresting and his chemistry with Lorelai is so weak and the insurance storylines are so fucking insipid I have to skip all of those scenes too.

The only characters who emerged from season 6 with any sort of diginity intact were Jess and Paul Anka.

[ofironandivory]

I feel like over sharing so here's some insane bullshit my abusive father put me through (outside of the BAD BAD stuff):

Doesn't have the balls to call himself a nazi but unironically believes the whole "Hitler was a good person and a great leader" bullshit. He's latino, which makes the whole debacle a million times more ridiculous

Made me create a facebook account pretending to be just a random person who was really passionate about his store and generally motivating me to lie about a bunch of things. When I got called out on it by other people he blew up on me for "not lying good enough"

Invited himself over for lunch one day, got butt hurt that we "didn't make anything special for him" and threw a hissy fit when I told him that we weren't expecting guests nor did we invite him over in the first place

Pointed a gun at me while he was teaching me how to use it and asked "would you hate me if I shot you right now?" while laughing and acting like it was the funniest joke he had ever heard or told in his life

Forgot me at our store multiple times and blamed me for "not being around him enough to make my presence known" even though he'd be the one to force me to go there. I'd usually end up being babysat by a nice teen that worked at a nearby pet shop (I was around 9-12)

Drove around multiple neighborhoods with a gun pointed at random people after I had gotten robbed. None of the neighborhoods were near where the theft happened and I just wanted to go home and get rid of the shock and anxiety

Would constantly compare me and/or my mom to the villains of any movie or media we enjoyed, even though their characteristics matched his own way more than ours

Drove me to the middle of nowhere after school and left me there for almost an hour after driving off, to "teach me what happens to people with bad grades". Acted like nothing happened once he drove back to pick me up and was offended that I was upset and scared

Spent my whole childhood telling me he wasn't my friend, just my parent. When I called him out on it, when he tried to get close to me after I had cut contact, tried to come up with stupid excuses to "it's different now" his way out of it

Claimed he was unemployed and broke to convince my mom not to get him to pay pension but was always bragging and posting about going to huge rock concerts and posting travel pictures

Told me to "get up and tidy myself up because my mom's almost home" once I fell from the roof of the house, doing handyman's work that he couldn't be assed to do himself. It was a 25-ish ft fall and I wasn't taken to the hospital or medicated afterwards

Hid my braces when I forgot them at our hotel table and had me and my mom dig through the trash to look for it, only showed it to my mom once she was sobbing because of it, told her he wanted to "teach her a lesson about responsibility"

Had to beg my mom to make me apologize to him once he grounded me and made me "live life without his help" because he saw that I was doing just fine, and even better than usual, because he wasn't around

Complained about "wasting pricy gas" every time he had to drive me to the hospital, including when I first attempted suicide, made up for it by letting me play on his phone while my wrist was gushing all over the waiting room

Would randomly give me a bunch of gifts and/or money then start treating me horribly and claim that I was "being a cunt now that I got what I wanted"

Printed out a picture of my cousin and kept chasing after me and tormenting me with it once she had to cancel our sleepover. I was very upset because I was only around 6 years old

[satlun]

JOHNNY UTAH AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER AND YOU ARE HIS YOUNGER SISTER HEADCANON

I needed to writeee I was really inspired from my own writing hahaha please enjoy!! 🏄‍♂️♥️

Johnny Utah would be the protective big brother type; defending you at any cost. If you were bullied or treated badly by anyone, he would definitely beat the shit out of them.

Johnny Utah would take you to the beach to meet his new friends after you keep begging him to take you. [ even though he does not feel like it because you know his new friends are foolhardy and reckless ] However, he would stick with you all the time and wouldn't let you do everything that his friends wanted you to if those things can harm you.

Johnny Utah would buy you a very cute gift for your birthday; a teddy bear or animal stuff, and perhaps he would take you to an ice cream shop and spend the rest of the day with his younger sister.

Johnny Utah would teach you how to surf because since was good at it. He would laugh but be worried if you fell off your surfboard.

Johnny Utah would still spend the rest of the day with you after a long day of work, or if he came home late, he would sit and talk with you or also watch your favorite movies with you until late.

Johnny Utah would definitely make sure that the person you date is a good person; he would make sure that you return home on time after your date, or that the person does not hurt you in any way and if the person does, just get ready to be dead.

Johnny Utah would an be an easygoing brother. On weekends, he would not take you shopping, but rather to the beach or to do adventurous activities.

Johnny Utah would introduce you to his girlfriend, and you three would spend weekends together at the beach. He would not always neglect you for his girlfriend. [ but, you know, he also needs some alone time with his girlfriend ]

Johnny Utah would laugh at your silly jokes that you made when you noticed how stressed out he was about his work.

I believe Johnny Utah would also teach you to drive if you kept asking him. He would complain if you did something stupid or dangerous, but he would still teach you anyway.

© SATLUN, 2024