#and grown adults thinking it was the funniest shit ever

[zanderbobs]

Thinking about that time when I was 10 and my dog (a puppy at the time) managed to get my homework book off the shelf and tear most of it to pieces. I was absolutely distraught (because nothing stressed 10 year old me out more than the possibility of getting told off for not having my homework) and when I brought the torn up book in to show the supply teacher we had that the dog had honest to god eaten my homework she just jokingly pretended to not believe me and laughed when I got even more distressed

[crazylittlejester]

I found a video that reminded me of modern War and it made me think

Do you think War just, randomly dances at times. Like, the kitchen timers going off? Sick beat, dance time. Fire alarm? Even better. Elevator music? A jam.

They've started testing what the funniest thing they can do to make War start dancing

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DA14QvHS1Cf/?igsh=OWU1bmMwdXF1MDh2

IM CRYIN THAT GUY ABSOLUTELY ATE THAT UP IN THAT VID HOLY SHIT

Wars absolutely will just randomly start dancing. if its to something like the microwave going off then he’d recreate that one freestyle dance teacher vine and Twi is absolutely joining him akjshkjshjksj or he and sky or twi will, what they call, “Quietly Breakdance” to a reminder alarm to take meds, and they don’t stop until the person who’s alarm went off does. if he has more space and is like, outside or something, and the opportunity presents itself and he decides to do it for the bit he’ll go nuts and make sky help him film a tiktok and he’ll have the same energy as the guy in that vid you sent. just because he thinks itd be funny. i’d say that he’s fun at parties but oh my god he has NO time to go, plus i think he’d get a bit overwhelmed, so i’ll say he’s fun during tech weeks and during that break between performances where theres two shows on saturday and everyone just kinda hangs out on the stage because the theater is closed to guests for a little bit. the vibes are always fantastic, last show i did my sister and her friend recreated a scene from high school musical and i moved a spot light on them literally just for the sake of it aljshkish

he’s definitely got unmedicated ADHD but it’s fine he has an outlet for his energy. he puts 100% into everything does (this poor mf is immune to caffeine so he’s running on a fucking prayer and a protein bar)

most of his experience is in ballet which his mother had him doing since he was 3 (and he has not quit that ever, so he’s been doing that for like 17 years) so if he’s going to randomly dance because he gets the Urge to and not because he just thinks it’d be funny 7/10 times its some kind of spin and he Will end up falling because either he slipped on the wood floor in his socks or it’s the classic “full grown adult with long legs vs tiny ass apartment” and he kicks something and knocks himself off balance. you’d think as a professional he would know you should never dance in your house like that because you’ll hurt yourself, but no he’ll never learn. their downstairs neighbors hate him (the downstairs neighbors are legend and hyrule)

[lobotomy-lady]

you're a wannabe artist and domestic terrorist. do you ever meaningfully advance your goals in any fashion or do you just like to think about what it would be like if you did them? you impotently post about wanting to commit terrorism, and yet never do it. you're a thin veil of a person. youre a bad perfomance. you narrativise everything you do it's so transparent and embarrassing! lack of self awareness is the pinnacle of cringe. i can't believe I ever liked your blog.

This is...literally the most ridiculously parasocial ask I've ever gotten (which I'm sure you know is really saying smth, I don't know why I attract these type of followers but it is what it is). I am actually deeply fascinated by your perception of me & the fact that I'm apparently on your mind enough for you to feel betrayed & offended by me like this?? Wild. But anyways I'm just gonna respond earnestly bc I'm working a double rn, no one is in the center so I'm bored as shit but just know that this is the funniest thing I've ever received & I laughed for like 5 minutes before starting to type anything.

So like...first of all idk why this needs to be said but I am not in fact seriously aspiring to a life of terrorism-are you saying that bc I post about wanting to kill rapists but am not actually out there killing them?? You wouldn't know if I was bc I'm not an idiot who posts about committing felonies, secondly I'm a grown adult with a job & responsibilities to my family so I can't exactly go & throw my life away to become a vigilante for a few weeks then spend forever in jail.

As for the artist part, I mean...I write literally every day (& I talk about my various ongoing projects on here sometimes so idk how you missed that, real parasocials would know, sad!) so yeah I'm advancing in that respect lol. When I talk about my chronic procrastination it's usually me ignoring my novel for my screenplay ( which is much less likely to turn into anything by virtue of needing a producer investing hundreds of thousands of dollars rather than the option of just self publishing an e-book). I have a novel, two screenplays, & an album of songs that I'm almost done with, plus a ton of ideas for future projects I want to work on. If anything my problem is flittering between too many projects at once, if I could stick to one I'd have completed it by now lol.

Also if there's one thing I have in abundance it's self awareness! I'm literally the most self aware person on earth why do you think I refer to my dreams as delusional...it's bc I know being a famous writer/director is a crazy aspiration to have for a working class nobody with no money or connections. Why do you think I'm working as a crisis counselor & pursuing a career in the mental health field in the mean time? Backup plan!

[biggie-chcese]

rain code age headcanons because i have literally only ever been choosing ages based on what's funniest but now i wanna cast away my grand layers of irony and be genuine for a moment. also. this goes pretty in depth so be prepped for the long haul when you click read more lmao.

spoilers for the whole game below and it's because of one specific character iykyk

Yakou - this man has the soul of a guy in his late 40s going through what would be his midlife crisis if not for the fact that he's fully aware he passed the midpoint years ago. but that soul is trapped in the body of a guy who doesnt look a day older than 28. what moisturizer does he use? i doubt he even uses anything other than that 13 in 1 shampoo. anyway, i think he's 32.

Halara - 26. nothing really to justify this other than they've got that mid 20s swag but 25 didn't feel right. adult enough to be as competent as they are yet young enough to look like that. moving on.

Desuhiko - 19. i think he's the youngest of the NDA because. well. idk man have you read his dialogue? he's got a whole lot of growing to do and is still very lost on his direction in life. he's giving 'bitch fresh outta high school (or in this case, detective training) and relishing in his freshly obtained freedom."

Vivia - 28? yeah i got nothing for this i am going purely on vibes here. 28 just feels right.

Fubuki - 23. she's clearly still a bit young but is also clearly a grown ass adult who wasn't raised right so i think this makes for a happy medium, especially if she's already been on some worldwide adventures n shit before the game. works out quite swimmingly methinks.

Kurumi - 18. for my personal comfort bc we'll get to yuma later but im not gonna sit here and ignore the way the game constantly grovels at the audience's feet to ship them so id rather she not be any younger than this. anyway, more about her: she tends to hold her own as an informant with more competence, maturity, and effecience than most of the NDA. but she also has a pretty childish black and white view on things, like believing her beloved detectives are always right (girl if you were real you would be ENTRENCHED in stan culture oml do NOT get into minecraft youtubers) but i've... seen 18 year olds on the internet that are exactly the same so whatever

Aetheria girls - putting them all at 17-18 because, based on honorifics, they are treated as upperclassmen by their peers in the Japanese dub. i think waruna is the youngest and kurane is the eldest.

Yomi - 25. he has that vibe. old enough to be taken seriously as an adult but young enough to act like That™. yknow?

Martina - 32. she's giving older woman sexy librarian vibes and generally carries herself with a certain level of poise and maturity but is also a freak in a way that can best be explained by being a woman in her 30s. not elaborating on this

Swank - 41. to me he's like those awful surly businessmen who go to cabaret clubs to drink and smoke their office job woes away and cheat on their wives. but he also has extreme mafia boss swag about it so i kinda love him for that. dunno what this has to do with age tho. moving on.

Seth - 22 because he's giving youngest brother. i think he's the youngest of the peacekeepers in general. guillaume definitely bullies him about this.

Dominic - 34. bro is built like a jojo character what else do you want me to say. he's still got that youthfulness about him that makes me think he's still not going through his midlife crisis, so i wouldn't place him any older

Guillaume - 23. guillaume is so girlypop manic pixie dream girl core that she's definitely got the energy of someone who is young but also strikes the balance of being someone who has a job and a mortgage. dunno how she does it. id like to think she isnt even much older than seth but still bullies him for being the baby of the peacekeepers. do u understand my vision. please. they have so much annoying coworker potential.

shinigami - idk like 1000. she's a death god who cares.

yuma - okay. yeah. look i dont give a singular fuck about age discourse- headcanon whatever you want- but from looking at canon material i genuinely think that he could not possibly be any younger than 21. 20 if we wanna push it. yes, i know he looks young. i have eyes. but also, im in my 20s and the most common thing people tell me when i reveal my age is "oh, i thought you were 15." one time a person asked me if i was 12. at my job. that i was actively working at. i was 20. adults can look young, and contrary to the classic 1000 year old loli dragon trope he doesnt act overtly childish. he acts like a normal fuckin guy. yes he cries but like. you wouldn't in his position? bro speedruns lifelong trauma so skillfully that he's backwards long jumping into alternate universes where everything is somehow worse. i'd be freaked out if he didn't cry. also im aware that the child prodigy detective trope is a thing and that kodaka has written that before but... he was number one three years ago. and the training takes two years. which means, if he is a minor in the game's present day, he started working at the WDO at 12 and became number one at 14... at the oldest. have you ever met a 14 year old? forgive me for not suspending my disbelief here. and really the kicker for me is that yuma has a line where he says he's not sure if he's drinking age (which would be 20 in japan), but you know who would be sure? you know who knows yuma's age better than yuma?

makoto kagutsuchi - this megacorporation CEO has a fully stocked minibar installed in his penthouse. <- sentence i cannot bring myself to believe if it's about a child. since i also cant picture him becoming CEO at age 14 without yomi at least once angrily pointing that out (he only ever mentions that makoto is an outsider, or has his head in the clouds), id like to think both him and yuma, at their youngest, earned their top spots at their respective organizations at 18. it keeps their gifted kid syndrome and young prodigy-ness without making things comically ridiculous or uncomfortable for the sheer amount of sexual situations yuma gets put into.

anyway that's my silly little ramble on age headcanons. this was actually really fun to think about. shoutout to kodaka for leaving out the ages. funniest choice he could've made

[suffarustuffaru]

The fanbase is scaring me, the redesigns brought up some weird people that are REALLY passionate about Liliana being half naked

Like theres a whole war going on on twitter rn and the poor character designer got harassed

My problem is with the amount of people upset with this, like i knew we had a bunch of pedos around because of the way tappei writes the girls, but damn i didnt think there were this many of them 💀

yes ive heard about that....... im answering your ask late oops haah but i hope the situations a Bit better..... the toxic parts of this fandom give me a headache but my usual motto is to stay off twitter, touch grass, ignore people, and then hold onto my own viewpoints unless proven wrong alsjdflsdj but like. yeah this fandom is a bit tough to stay in when it comes to certain circles (for example the amount of people low quality shitposting / ranting about the fandom or whatever on rezero ao3 atm in the past days/weeks is. mm. interesting). not my first time being in larger fandoms that make you sometimes feel like youre fighting in the trenches (you could name off a few big fandoms notorious for being toxic that date back to like 2016 and odds are ive been in a couple lajdlf) but yeah seeing people complain about liliana and capella's designs and then overly fixate on emilia's boobs when these three characters have more to bring to the table than just that and theres lots and lots of good things to say about the s3 trailer and their designs..... mm. yeah. im squinting hard at a few of the things ive heard on that. but anyway!!

like the new designs are an Improvement. In General. like ok, as a boob haver myself ("boob haver" is the funniest phrase to me alsdjfls but it is true nonetheless, i am one) i do not give a shit about emilias larger boobs like ok?? her boobs are bigger?? she is still my fav ever and sometimes it just happens when youre still a growing teen/young adult and emilias back to her more revealing main outfit when she wore a different outfit in s2 so the difference in chest size is really not that much. but liliana and capella? those are Improved designs. i think ive talked abt the treatment of underage characters / characters who appear underage on my blog before (and i definitely couldve worded myself better then but i stand behind the fact that some of the stuff otsuka and tappei do regarding this in rezero is just Unnecessary).

could designs like emilia's still be improved on in other ways? yeah 100%, just in the sense that there could probably be changed a bit to fit her slightly more timid and soft spoken personality. or you could take different directions on it in general if you wanted. ive seen some great redesigns of her main outfit!! though her main outfit in of itself is pretty nice to look at imo and its iconic and well-known for a reason. im of the personal opinion that i wish it was a little less revealing in the same vein that her s2 main outfit was (i like that outfit a lot!!) but its still a really solid design overall.

i had some faith after seeing the anime designers fix up typhoon's original design to be More Appropriate, and i love how the essence of liliana and capella's designs were kept the same. like its not just that theyre a little less revealing (and even then, theyre both still showing a lot of skin!!! which is good!!! i like the improvement while keeping the main stuff the same), but stuff like liliana's pants aren't transparent (probably to make it easier to animate?) and the yellow/orange gradient in capella's hair looks great!! they also both look more like grown women which is a bonus. unless youre Weird about this shit which is unfortunately a small percentage of the rezero community. like you cant win with those sort of people ig, bc capella's boobs are bigger too ljasdlfj youd think that win more people over.

also i appreciate capella's sports bra bc unlike elsa's outfit it Actually looks like it's supporting her chest. if youre someone with boobs and you dont have a flat chest, youre gonna need support when being active or itll Hurt. and elsa Does Not have proper chest support okay. ill forever wince remembering elsa's design in that sense HAH....

anyway but i digress. i got no clue what to do with toxic people in fandoms despite spending a lot of time lurking in large fandoms with loud toxic people haah.... its hard to do much about it especially with increasingly declining media literacy rates everywhere.... the notorious misogyny/homophobia/etc that can happen sometimes in anime communities.... that sort of thing. i kinda just avoid it when it comes to rezero in specific, or briefly talk about it on here, or rant about it to myself in my head or chat with pals about it in private if it really frustrates me that much!! and id say im a pretty patient person hah... im not frustrated often. and the fandom is not all weird people of course and i can attest to that as ive chatted with a lot of people here... ive also seen a lot of people leave due to the fandom's Issues which is. totally fair tbh.

and i think rezero is often a "baby's first fandom" so to speak... i dont mean that in a bad way of course but its more like its the first exposure to fandom and fandom etiquette and fic etiquette and that sort of thing when it comes to english circles. or at least its a pattern ive noticed, so my theory is that that occasionally that combines with toxic fans and then you get a few people complaining about the community and how bad our fics are on rezero ao3 ig lajdlfjsdlf. which is false by the way :<< and an annoying misuse of ao3 as a free creative archive :<<

but ultimately i hope the rezero character designer's alright (and honestly theyve done super super great work - like the anime Did Not need to give emilia a bajillion outfits and go above and beyond with improving liliana, capella, giving the suwens and their hometown a whole unique aesthetic, etc). and also while i have stuff to criticize with otsuka and tappei... and the toxic parts of the fandom hah... i still enjoy rezero apart from that and the uproar with the designs has not chipped away at me too much!! ive been in this fandom long enough i guess lmao i just roll with punches at this point T^T but i also just try to look on the bright side a lot in general so ;-;;;

these are the sorts of things i like to be aware about but i dont like to get myself super involved with it (since itll probably make it worse and/or make me stressed for no good reason lmfaoo) and i wont let it enjoy the parts of rezero that i do enjoy a lot (which is to say like. the other 98% of rezero hah). so. getting off twitter is the biggest godsend i promise lajdlsfj.

but anyway!! yeah i dont have much organized thoughts on all of this, this is just me rambling my feelings on it. hope this all makes sense anon <3

[owmylasagna-blog]

5 for eene obv, 7 for ed and may, 12, 23, and then 25 for eddy!

Thanks for the ask!

5. Out of all your EENE fanworks, which is your favourite?

It’s weird I feel like I’ve had two distinct eras of eene fandom, you know? But I’d probably have to go with my magnum opus like me still. It’s been one of the most ambitious and challenging creative projects I’ve ever attempted for the show, and it’s honestly connected me with so many more amazing fans 🥰

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think ED/MAY is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

I’d love to figure out a way for Ed to repurpose his green jacket when he inevitably grows out of it. Maybe he makes a bunch of patches from it that he sticks on other stuff. I also had this idea for my adult AU where he only owns one pair of shoes and they are the most tattered blundstones you’ve ever seen. Idk I associate Ed with art handler fashion and memes (sorry this is probably a ridiculous niche thing).

May is a tricky one! I’m not sure I’ve nailed down her aesthetic 100% yet. Some mix of cottage-witch and millennial that was once an emo/scene kid but hasn’t really grown out of it. I think May really likes lounge clothes - massively oversized sweatpants she had to cut cropped because they dragged, worn in t-shirt she cant let go of even if it’s getting holes, fuzzy socks. I just think it’s cute.

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

I’ve definitely thought of some stupid shit, mostly through absurd crossovers. This would have been over 10 years ago now but I’d whipped up a RuPaul’s Drag Race AU where they were all contestants (in this version it was inclusive of all drag, not just queens). I truly hope nobody finds this thing lol.

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

I just genuinely love the three eds equally. I have an extra soft spot for Ed and always have. And eddeddy has been THE otp for over a decade. No change there.

25. What's your least favourite thing EDDY said or did?

I usually support Eddy’s many wrongs but I guess I was disappointed in how unsympathetic he was to Ed in Little Ed Blue. Like that’s your best bud, you’re not a little worried? Don’t get me wrong, it’s extremely in character and says a lot about his (and even Edd’s) upbringing and overall the episode is fucking hilarious “look at me, I’m a chicken. How bout I lay an egg?” I love this little jerk. I’m sure there are objectively worse things but that’s the first one that came to mind.

[pale-cheezit]

You guys ever seen/heard of E-Tabs?

Some of you might not have pull tabs in your state so you probably have no idea what that is, let alone an E-Tab. Look it up if youre curious.

But i watch grown adults play E-Tabs at my work all night and i think its the funniest thing ever

You give them an ipad and they play these little games where they just tap pictures of shit (depends on the theme of the game) and it reveals how much money they won. Or some of the games look more like slot machines.

I have watched people win over 15k on these machines but the concept is hilarious and i cannot imagine sitting at a bar and playing ipad games where you tap pictures

[elysian-flame]

What the hell is wrong with you all?

Do you really think you’re getting something out of this?

Do you think it makes you powerful to sling shit my way?

You really think you’re going to win something from this pathetic game?

Money? Clout? (I’m not even that popular, so what the hell’s your excuse?)

First, I thought it was just family, you know, your typical backstabbing relatives. But then, lo and behold, college joins the shitstorm too.

People come running to me like they’ve just uncovered the fucking Rosetta Stone.

You know what I do first? Laugh.

Because what the fuck is this weak-ass shit?

If you’re going to gossip and spread lies, at least make it smart—don’t insult my intelligence with this kindergarten-level bullshit.

Am I disappointed? Hell yeah. But surprised? Not a goddamn bit.🥰

And the funniest part?

Some of you think you can use me for your own twisted little gains.

It’s a joke, really.

When it’s about supporting me, you worry about your precious reputation, about looking good for others.

But when I support you, I don’t give a fuck—I just do it. I don’t weigh it on some moral scale.

And when I speak my truth, what do I get? “Oh, you’re older, you’re smarter, you should understand.”

You’re fucking kidding me, right?

I’m supposed to be the "understanding" one, the "mature" one, while you spread lies about me?

You treat me like your goddamn competition, and I don’t even see you as worth competing with. Cuz we are different. there can not be any comparison between two individuals

I’ve taught you things, I’ve supported you, and what do I get?

Insecure little pricks questioning me like I owe them something.

💫And the funniest part? Some of you leeches try to use me for your own damn benefit.

It’s a joke, really.

But let me make one thing clear

I stand against injustice, I fight against anyone who causes harm or brings pain to others.

And you really think I won’t lead a fucking insurrection for myself?

That’s how idiotic you all are.💫🤌

"The moment you speak the truth, the world tries to drown you out with lies."

Let me be clear love and trust? They’re the same fucking thing.

You can’t have one without the other.

I learned that from people who actually know what love means my real family. My brother , my sister. They trust me from their souls.

They don’t question me like I’m some kind of suspect. My brother, he trusts me without a fucking word.

They aren’t like you. They trust me without conditions;

they don’t interrogate me or play these ridiculous games. My sister never doubts me.

But the rest of you?

You expect me to be 'smarter,' 'more understanding,' while you weave lies and toss me your fake love.

If you can’t love someone truly, then keep your fake-ass affection to yourself.

Don’t fucking insult me with your hollow gestures.

I see right through your bullshit, through your crocodile tears, your fake apologies.

(Don’t insult me and yourself with your phony love. Never try to fake love or try to pretend it if it's not coming from heart don't fake it)

And then, when I finally stand up for myself, here you come again, whining, crying, manipulating, as if your empty tears will make me forget.

(Tears are really beautiful and precious to me, but when it's used to manipulate others or to cause pain to others. those kind of tears are nothing just bullshit)

Let me set one thing straight—I don’t hold grudges.

I’ll explain myself and try to make you understand once, twice, maybe even three fucking times.

But after that? I’m done. I forgive, but you don't hold the same place in my heart . I won’t trust you again.

I’ll help you if you really need it—because that’s who I am.

But don’t think for a second things will ever be the same.

I’m not your fucking babysitter. I don’t have time to hold the hands of grown-ass adults acting like helpless children.

And when it’s time for support, where the fuck are you?

Running to your loved ones, abandoning the cause.

All that "love" you claim to have for me? Fake as hell.

And if that too wasn't enough

You force me to give you love and respect. It's not something you can get by force and you know me I hate it when people forces me over anything

Even when I have hard evidence, you try to gaslight me, twist the story, manipulate me.

You tell me, “Oh, they didn’t mean it like that.” Or, “You’re just taking it the wrong way.”

In the end, I’m standing alone—and guess what, I don’t mind that.

But seriously, what the fuck do you gain from all your lies?

"Lies are chains; the truth is freedom, no matter how much it hurts."

One day, I’m wrong. The next, you’re using my stories, my experiences, as your shield, twisting my pain to justify your shit.

That’s disgusting.

I don’t need that kind of fake-ass support. Fuck your weak, cowardly nonsense.

"When the truth shines, all shadows of deceit fade away."

And don’t you dare fucking use me for your gain ever again. It’s ironic—your so-called concern is just a façade, a mask to hide your true intentions.

You hide behind false love,

Don’t use my life, my pain, my story, to boost your pathetic little ego.

One day, I’m wrong in your eyes, but when it benefits you, suddenly you’re using my words, my stories, my struggles in your own damn arguments, just to prove a point.

You steal my truth when it’s convenient, but can’t stand by me when I need you? I don’t need that kind of “support.” Fuck your childishness. Don’t you ever use me for your gain. Don’t use my stories, my pain, my situations to prop yourself up. I won’t tolerate it, and I’ll rise up against anyone who dares to hurt me or use me or try to cause me any suffering. I’ll lead a fucking insurrection against those who think they can manipulate or hurt me.

And if you think I’ll just stand by and let it happen you’re out of your damn mind.

"Truth is like fire—it burns away all the illusions."

This isn’t just about fighting back against your lies—it’s about standing up for the truth. This insurrection isn’t just against you, it’s against the entire cycle of deception that surrounds me.

Trust is violated when you try to bend the truth to fit your narrative.

I see through all of it—the way you try to use my pain for your gain. You think you can twist the script to suit you? Not anymore. I refuse to let your manipulation control my life.

"The moment you speak the truth, the world tries to drown you out with lies."Every time you attempt to gaslight me, you reveal your weakness.

You’re afraid of facing your own truths,

so you drag me into your chaos. I’m not here to fix your problems or soothe your insecurities. I’m here to demand respect and authenticity. The insurrection begins now. I will no longer be the silent witness to your deception. I will rise, fiercely and unapologetically.

"When the insurrection begins, the first casualty is the mask you wear."✨ This is your warning—don’t expect me to play along with your games any longer. If you can’t love me honestly, if you can’t stand with me in truth, then don’t expect me to stand by you.( Well I don't stand beside liars or lies )

This insurrection is about reclaiming my voice, my narrative, and my peace.

You may think you can manipulate the situation, but I refuse to be a pawn in your pathetic games. I’ll be the force that shatters your illusions, and I will rise up against anyone who tries to undermine my truth.

Let me spell it out—I don’t give a flying fuck about who you are.

Your gender? Don’t give a shit.

Your skin color? Irrelevant.

Your body shape, your age—whether you’re old, young, skinny, fat, or whatever the hell you identify as—I do not care.

Your nationality? Means absolutely nothing to me.

I will stand against whoever you are, with no hesitation, no second thought

So let’s see how long you can maintain this charade. I’m done playing along. If you can’t support me honestly, if you can’t stand with me in my truth and do not think I am like the kind of lover or relative who will stand with you in your liar no fucking never. I do not keep silence and I do not believe in standing there watching truth getting beaten up by liars.

And those who supports all these liars fucking maintain a distance from me.

The next time you think you can take advantage of me, think again. I am the storm, the insurrection. And I won’t just rise I’ll reign

-elsy 🔥

[lyranix1201]

I swear to god I'm never taking book recommendations from tiktok ever again. I was really bored yesterday and I saw this book recommendations, I don't really trust booktok but this book crossed my interest so I went online and read it for free as pdf, because I'm broke and I'm not wasting my money on something that might be ass.

Tell me why this book was actually ass. This book had to have come straight out of wattpad. This is the type of shit I would have read when I was 12-13. Ever time I read, I started having second-hand embarrassment for the author, not even the character, but for the author themself's. Ever second i read i had to laugh because what the fuck. The only thing i could think of was "who wrote this." read like 4 pages and than I had to deleted it, because i physically couldn't anymore.

The funniest thing is that a grown as adult was recommending this, what has our world come to.

I might do this again, just for the plot. Just so that I can laugh again.

Book was 2/10

Laugh was 8/10

Second hand embarrassment 9/10

In conclusion, I do not recommend book recommendations from tiktok

[reservoirreputation]

Idk how long ago you reblogged that fandom ask game thing, but 7, 12, 14, 15, 17, 18, 22, 24, 25 (all character-specific questions are for both Larry and Freddy) (I apologize in advance)

I believe I've found the one!

7. Regarding clothing, I think Freddy loves that leather jacket of his and just *believes* he looks so cool in it (he does). For Larry this is slightly cheating but his signet ring. That thing never leaves his hand throughout the whole movie (perhaps drawing our attention to Freddy's fake-ass ring? 👀).

12. Craziest/funniest AU, Freddy's fake-ass ring as told from the POV of the ring. That one will be crack treated seriously on my part, I'm gonna try and give that one a Bronte-style gothic backstory and everything. Another that would be seen as crazy, depending on your mileage for RPF, would be a ResDogs fic based loosely on the premise of Supernatural's The French Mistake, as in it's the actors of the movie interacting with the characters and vice versa.

14. Didn't even consider Orange/Pink at the start but here we are...

15. I've decided to stick to present tense all the way, now. I have dabbled in it and past tense in previous fics, but prefer present.

I used to think the more detailed a piece of writing is the better, but now my stuff is streamlined, bare bones info; if the setting is one we (or the characters) will be sitting with for an extended period of time, explain it in detail. Otherwise, don't sweat it. Those nitty gritty details will just bog you down, and unless it is plot. Relevant. I don't bother with it.

Style change in how I prepare to write/post a fic; I hold myself to the promise that I won't start posting a multichapter fic until it is 95% done. This is a lifesaver. I cannot stress enough how well this has worked out for me, especially in contrast to how badly I've been burned by being impatient in the past. It is a recent change for me, compared to how long I've been writing for, but it is also one of the biggest contributing factors to me getting so many fanfictions completed.

17. Freddy would be living for all of the comic book movies. He's got a clear preference for Marvel, but loves them all, especially compared to how little content there was when he was a kid. He's got a soft spot for the early 2000s movies (like a lot of us do) but also loves how far the genre has come.

I see Larry not being able to stand gangster movies, because they never get shit right. And when they do, it's because someone was a damn dirty snitch, and it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. I can see him liking old Hollywood romantic comedies, some real escapism stuff. I think he's willing to dabble in a little bit of everything, and will humor Freddy when it comes to his picks for movie night.

18. I'm doing this on PC : D

Hang on

Tried it on discord mobile for more *spicy* results and just got stuff like 'is' and 'and' 😩

22. Headcanon for Freddy; only child, always wanted to be a cop, parents disapproved. He's either agreed to undercover work because his parents are dead, or he's not on good terms with them. Seeing how his parents dislike his career choices makes him wonder if they'll disagree with his 'life choices' and makes him close himself off almost entirely. He otherwise had a good childhood, and has hung onto many of those childhood interests, like his comic books and posters and figurines and his awful diet. There's a sense of freedom likely, in being able to be true to himself now more than ever but not throwing away what made him happy before.

Larry; I think he really wanted to embrace the greaser look of the 50s, but couldn't afford many of the clothes/products. As a grown adult, he gets to do what he wants, when he wants, including emulating the trends he was so fond of as a teen. It really represents the height of cool/generational discontent that many people his age experienced, but especially for Larry with his home life. I think a young Larry Dimmick made his California Dreamin' play and met up with the first guy that would give him a job, that being Joe Cabot, and has been loyal to the guy since. After all, only father figure is best father figure.

24. Favorite thing about Freddy: we both have similar lifestyles and want to fuck that old man.

Favorite thing about Larry: Look at him. Need I say more? Oh, and we both want to fuck that young man.

25. Least favorite thing? Your honor, my men did nothing wrong. Yes they did all that, but I don't care. Yes they contradict each other, like I said I don't care. They match each others freak and look beautiful together. I accept Freddy's 'on my dick' so I can have him at his 'I'M DYIN' HERE'. I accept Larry casually discussing chopping digits so I can have him at his 'who's a tough guy?' I like my fictional men well-rounded and a little toxic.

Least favorite thing they did; die.

[butmakeitgayblog]

it’ll never fail to crack me up how b*lamy really placed himself as the “leader” of the 100 but the grounders literally never saw/treated him as such and then once the adults of the ark came down it was the 17/18 year old girl that stood up to them more 🤷‍♀️like ok so basically your leadership skills consist of being a grown ass man using a Batman voice to boss around a bunch of easily impressionable, formerly imprisoned teenagers but nothing more🤥

That's cuz Bellfart wasn't a leader, ever. He was terrible at it. Most of his decisions and actions at their core had a self-serving element, impetus, or end goal that wasn't actually for the betterment of anyone but himself and his own interests and it showed. The funniest part is the one time the dude was apparantly right (I guess idk for sure I didn't watch the final season except the finale for Lexa so I'm just taking people's word for it) about anything, everyone already had had enough of his shit and was like eeehhh nah man you sound crazy shut up, and then Clarke shot his ass 😂

Bellfart: I'm gonna save humanity

Clarke:

Also that fucking voice omg. Why. The actor, no offense, and I truly do mean no offense, has a somewhat nasally voice? And I just,,, did he practice that in the mirror? Did he really think ooo yeah, talking like I have lingering laryngitis sounds authoritative? I'm like 90% sure he thought it made him sound like Christian Bale Batman but real talk it gave more Patrick Bateman American Psycho 😬 idk but it was choice

[clavdialxpez]

I’m so excited, you are the best Brit what the fuck?! I am so excited! I had a look on the plane this morning what people are wearing, I feel like we gotta go full out sparkles and shit right? Like we can’t do this half assed. I can only imagine the boys out the back seeing us with this little white and pink robo dog just....confused how we’re grown adults.

Sure, sure, same, I can’t completely fault it but they look like they’re made from rubber or some shit. I think they’re the funniest shoes I’ve ever seen.  Thank you! That means a lot to me! I feel like it’s a new fresh gimmick ya know? Something serious, really raw and not at all a joke.

Don’t make me choose I feel like they’re watching me...listen I tend to hang around later on RAW but I can’t say I don’t like Smackdown either, I got a shit load of friends over there and the show is really good. NXT is also a good time honestly. But please, come over to London and come see the show. Having some people backstage that aren’t on high stress and running around like chickens with their heads cut off might be nice.  Oh shit, yeah, I’d kill for a match with you and Charlotte....or Mercedes as well. Damn. We gotta make that happen.  I got sent a link on twitter once because someone mentioned me on there?  Worst place I’ve ever been.

I really thought watching some TikToks would make me tired enough to sleep but now I’m down a rabbit hole.

[phantasmagoric-acquaintance]

Taako chucks a small plastic bag into his sister’s lap as he slides into the passenger seat of their car.

“What’s this?”

“Gift.”

A gift from Spencer’s, if the writing on the bag is any indication. Lup side-eyes Taako suspiciously. “For why?”

“Um, ‘cause I wanted to? Can’t a guy do something nice for his sister without being questioned like a damn criminal? Fuck.”

She crinkles her nose at him before turning her attention to the bag. Cautiously, she reaches in and removes a rolled-up black t-shirt. She unfurls it to find a well-endowed anime girl in lingerie staring demurely back at her.

“Taako, why the fuck did you buy me this?” she asks flatly.

“What, you don’t want matching hentai shirts with your favoritest brother?”

“I don’t think anyone on the goddamn fucking planet wants that.” Lup stuffs the shirt back into the tiny plastic bag and throws it back to Taako. “You’re fucking insane. I can’t believe you. Did you actually walk up to the cashier like, ‘Hi, yes, two hentai shirts for me, please’?”

Taako shrugs. “They work at fucking Spencer’s. Their whole job is to ring up weird shit for weird people.”

“Yeah, but—” She pauses, and squints at Taako. “When did you get your nose pierced.”

He raises a hand to the small sterling silver stud in the side of his nose. “Today. Lunch break. Right after Spencer’s.”

Lup raises an eyebrow. “Please don’t tell me—”

“Yes, Lup, I got it done at Claire’s.” Taako throws his head back, exasperated. “Please don’t make me hear a lecture about it.”

“No, you’re gonna hear a lecture about it.” She throws the gear shift into reverse and begins backing out. “Taako, why?”

He shrugs. “I got paid today. And I was bored.”

Lup throws him another funny look as she turns to face forward again. “I can’t believe you. You’re gonna get an infection.”

“You’re just jealous ‘cause I look so much cooler than you now.”

“You’re not gonna look cooler than me when you have a big nasty rotten bump on your nose, idiot.”

“’S fine. The guy looked like he knew what he was doing.”

“How does one ‘look like’ they know how to pierce a nose?”

“Oh, you know. Kinda goth. Lots of piercing himself.” Taako turns his face towards the passenger side window, away from his sister.

“Oh, my God,” Lup responds, and Taako says a few curse words in his head. Hiding his face isn’t enough to keep his sister from reading him like a picture book for babies. “Taako?”

He says nothing, keeping his eyes glued to the view through his window. She gives his shoulder a quick squeeze. “T, you did not get your nose pierced just because you thought the guy who works at Claire’s was hot.”

He turns back to face her, throwing his hands up defensively. “Oh, so you’re allowed to swoon over the guy at the creepy phone case stand all day, every day, but when I just happen to notice the guy who works at Claire’s is objectively attractive, I’m the weirdo?”

She’s grinning like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to her. “I didn’t get a sketchy-ass nose piercing from the guy I like.”

“You bought a phone case from him, that’s kind of the same thing.”

“It is not! I’m not going to get an infection from a phone case!” She is full-on laughing at him now “Why didn’t you just buy something normal?”

“Yeah, sure. ‘Hey, hot guy who works here, I’m a grown-ass fucking adult man and I’d like to purchase this, fucking… JoJo Siwa hairbow. I’m so not a creep-ass weirdo, please go on a date with me.’”

“As if getting your fucking nose pierced there makes you seem any more normal!”

“Whatever. You’re just jealous,” Taako repeats. He turns away once more, and crosses his arms, signaling a desire to end this conversation.

(more mall au here)

[hexachloro12butadiene]

while I love the project sekai story as is and think it’s fun having everyone in the same town and high school, I also think it’d be super cool to have more variety in ages, etc. anyways it’s the kind of thing I would write one of those huge in depth au fics for if I was into that kind of thing, but I’m more of a one-shot and leave it kinda person so instead I’ll write out my thoughts here.

Leo/Need

leave them the same lol. Leo/Need’s story is obviously very focused on the whole high school thing so changing it doesn’t make sense.

Vivid Bad Squad

honestly I’d say leave them the same but also it’s be funny if they were college students. akitoya have been performing together since high school still. kohane’s parents freaking out because their little girl went off to college and went wild. actually it’d be great if akito, Toya, and an are all from the area but kohane’s from some little town in miyagi or something. she’s got a bumpkin dialect.

More More Jump

listen. they’re the reason I started this thought process. there ARE plenty of high school idols and even middle school idols but the amount of drama and leaving and coming back it would make so much more sense for them to be older. and also! you can introduce so many more interesting subtleties by having them older. I think it would be interesting for Shizuku to be the oldest, and her to have “aged out” of being an idol at around 25 because she “looks too old” but after graduating realizes she still loves it and wants to come back. Airi, a bit younger, could keep her same story of having been pushed into variety. Haruka is then the youngest of the 3, and graduated early at like 21 for the same reasons as in the story. meanwhile, Minori is still a high schooler. Giving that age difference makes it more realistic for her to have looked up to the other ones as a kid. plus idol groups with wide age ranges are super fun!!! there’s a lot of shock to it in the actual story as well but having these three 20+ veteran idols be like we’re back and our BFF is a high schooler would be SO funny. bonuses to this change is it ups the age difference between Shizuku and Shiho to ~10 years which I think is SUPER interesting.

Wonderlands x showtime

ALSO want to age these guys up. nene has achieved some level of notoriety as an actress before her downfall. emu, like her siblings, is involved with management of Phoenix Wonderland but she still has her same personality and disagreements with them. Rui is Local Deranged Man. But the funniest thing is, by far, Tsukasa. Instead of this high schooler running around proclaiming his own greatness while getting no roles it is. A fully grown man. Just like with Shizuku, this would exaggerate his difference with Saki and let me tell u I have seen how 4 year olds act around their newborn siblings and yeah Tsukasa would kill or die for saki.

Nightcord

LET! THEM! LIVE! IN DIFFERENT PLACES!!!

when have you EVER had a group of four online friends all live in the same town? NEVER

if they live in separate places, that makes the sekai itself even more special as a meet up place because. it’s the only way they get to see each other. also we’re changing their ages too. kanade is an adult & the oldest but still the least capable of taking care of herself. constantly gets mistaken for a middle schooler. mafuyu is still a high schooler because that’s too integral to her story. I feel like her being the youngest of the group also emphasizes her prodigy vibes and ena’s annoyance and admiration of her. ena is going to art school, and unlike Akito she moved away to a different town. he’s the only member of her family that she calls. she loves and hates art school all at once. mizuki.... so I actually feel this is super fun for mizuki? the others don’t know SHIT about mizuki. their age, gender, job/school status, where they live, etc. it’s SO much easier to keep your life hidden when you never see each other irl. when they discover the sekai for the first time, mizuki has a panic attack afterwards about having been Seen.

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so those are my thoughts... I get that if it were done this way it’d be harder to have everyone meet & be friends but I also think some of the relationships could be interesting (Nene retires to be a vocal instructor & takes ichika and minori as students? emu meeting mafuyu at some volunteer event and not having the “you’re older than me” excuse, mizuki & rui being online friends since middle school and having so so so much dirt on each other. they don’t know each other’s real names., etc.) I also think it’d be super fun to have them interacting with vocaloids who are younger than them. akito and meiko sitting at the bar watching the kagamines up to some shenanigans like Is This What High Schoolers Do Now but then kaito joins in and it’s like ah no. they’re just idiots.

hmmm tumblr might’ve broken the post so I’ll stop here and see if it’s posts correctly or not.

[messier-47]

tobirama going for butsuma's throat is expected. the old bastard still being ALIVE in the first place is not !! somebody come put him down! think of it like a horse! hashirama please stop preaching i know youre charismatic but please your brother is immune to your talk-no-jutsu. also who cares if the plan DIDNT HAPPEN???? butsuma PLANNED to do it! what if it HAD happened???? tobirama doesnt need to put aside his hatred for anyone. he should take his bamboo hat and leave this dump

Oh absolutely he leaves that dump, have you seen Konoha lately?

infrastructure wise, it's like if there were 3 different cities being built. there's about a dozen different city planners tryna talk over one another. Ninja still running in and out of the hokage tower unsure who to report to other than the Hokage, and don't even get me started on the woes of the noncombatants.

There's no equal resources. Entire neighborhoods would be built without a grocery store or a restaurant to proved prepared meals for those that don't have the means to cook for themselves. People in need of water for their job have the hike across the entire village to get 2 buckets. There's no organization of what people do outside of what their Clan Head dictates, which means shinobi children are either being told to train by themselves or thrown into the chaotic mess of trying to help build a village with no overseer.

and my poor little meow meow Madara is just trying his best to hold it all together.

It's his dream for Konoha to work, for a village to provide a space where shinobi didn't have to fight, where children could choose their careers, where the worry of war is no longer on their doorstep so while he's not exacly happy with the backbreaking work he has to put in to get shit down, he doesn't dare complain.

Oh he needles Hashirama to do his share but he's not a fucking babysitter, he can't be wasting time hunting down his idiot friend when he could be using that time going over more paperwork and projects. And honestly, he shouldn't have to be a babysitter. Hashirama is a grown ass adult and if the adult is irresponsible then that's their own flaw that they need to deal with, not coddled and permissed by those around him or by provided crutches. (ops, let my own bias leak right there)

Tobirama came and went. Madara just shrugged his shoulders cause it was kinda obvious that the pale man had his own life and worries to think about and wasn't gonna take up the mantle of being a Senju once again (he still wore that bamboo hat! it's kinda obvious!). Madara just needed to get back to work and in the weeks that follow he'll admit it's a relief to have the merchants on hand to provide provisions and resources but there's still a fuckton of work on his desk.

And then he gets a letter.

Non-descript, addressed to him as co-Hokage and not as the Uchiha Clan Head or something more personal. MAdara even put th letter to the side in favor or 'more important matters' only opening the scroll when he was taking his alotted break over a cup of tea.

Only to spew the tea fucking everywhere cause it was the most insulting, funniest, scathing reveiw of Konoha he'd ever been witness to. Oh man, you could almost smell the salt coming from the letter. It's both the most glorious piece of writing he's ever held in his hands and the most embarressing cause it feels like an assessment of his skill cause as the designated 'City Planner' that Madara always felt like he isn't, every single observation felt like a barb aimed directly at his ego.

And then he read between the lines.

There was...some pretty helpful tips here and there. A few arceticual references. Reflections on history bits. Madara had half a mind to send the letter to the Nara to crack the fucking code cause while it definetely was a brutal opinion on their village...it also provided more than a few reference points to fix it.

Signed, the White Fox.

[leossmoonn]

Dear Y/n

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note  / request - “OMFG FINALLY SOMEONE WRITES FOR RECENT CARL GALLAGHER. Can we get one where the reader is Kev and V’s daughter so they grew up together. And maybe Carl is her secret admirer” so i made debbie and you seniors and carl a junior since he is technically a year younger than debbie. so let’s pretend that debbie stayed in school and carl never went to military school lol, just for the sake of this imagine. enjoy!

summary - you find a note in your locker from a secret admirer and try to figure it out who is your secret admirer

warnings - language

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*gif isn't mine*

“Hey, girl!” Debbie exclaimed. You looked up from your phone, smiling as you spotted your friend. 

“Hey,” you smiled while walking up to her. Your attention when to Franny, who was sitting in her stroller. You crouched down and smiled at the baby. 

“Hi, baby. How are you? Do you like going to school with Mommy? You know, some day you’ll be going to school. I’ll be an adult and with kids, too!” You babbled to the baby. Franny squealed and held her hands up to you. You giggled, bopping her nose before going up back to talk to Debbie. 

“You’re really good with her,” Debbie complimented.  

“Thanks, kids kinda like me,” you giggled. 

Debbie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, we know. Anyways, can we hang at your house?” 

You two started walking to your guys’s lockers. “Sure. I have to babysit Jems and Ames, though. Mom and Dad don’t get off work until like, midnight.”

Debbie nodded. “Franny can play with them.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded. You unlocked your locker, a piece of paper falling out. 

“What’s that?” Debbie asked.

“I don't know,” you muttered, furrowing your brows. You picked up the paper, unfolding it. Your eyes widened as you saw its contents. It read:

Dear Y/n,

I thought your outfit looked really good. Not that your outfits don’t always look good, but today’s my favorite. I really like your jeans and your red shirt. Red really looks good with your eyes. 

From,

Secret Admirer

Debbie read the note with you, laughing as she got to the end. “You have a secret admirer!”

You smiled, “Yeah. This is cute. I wonder who it’s from.”

“Maybe it’s from Dean Kepner,” Debbie said, nudging your shoulder teasingly. 

You rolled your eyes, “That is the funniest shit I have ever heard.”

“Well, what if it is! I noticed him staring at your shirt today,” Debbie said.

You scoffed, “Yeah, more like staring at my tits. This note said nothing about my  tits. It’s probably not him. Plus, I’m pretty sure Dean can’t make compound sentences. He’s worse at speaking than Ames and Jems, and they’re 3 years old.

Debbie chuckled, “True. Well, we should try to figure it out.”

“Eh. It's probably some jackass who wants to get in my head, and then embarrass me because I thought someone liked me,” you said. 

“Be more optimistic!” Debbie exclaimed. 

“Hm, I will if I get a second note. Let’s go, Jems and Ames are expecting me to pick them up from daycare,” you said. You grabbed a few textbooks and shut your locker. “Is Carl coming home with us?” You asked. 

“I think so,” Debbie said. “Alright. Where is he?” You asked. 

“Probably making out with some slut in the bathrooms,” Debbie said.

“Probably,” you snorted.

You and Debbie walked to the nearest bathroom, peeking behind the corner to see if you could hear any noise. Surprisingly, it was quiet. 

“What are you guys doing?” 

You both jumped, turning around and seeing a confused Carl behind you. 

Carl was Debbie’s little brother. They were both Gallagher’s. They were children of the alcoholic and drug addict Frank and Monica. They lived on the South Side of Chicago, which was where you also lived. 

You were Y/n Ball. Daughter of Veronica Fisher and Kevin Ball. You had lived next to the Gallagher’s all your life. You were their best friend. Well, their only best friend, really. Your mom and their older sister, Fiona, had been friends since forever. You had been born around the same time as Debbie, who was the third oldest out of the 6 Gallagher children, so you two have been basically best friends since birth. Carl was also one of the Gallagher kids you were also the close with, too, him being just a year younger than you. You three had basically grown up together, so being best friends was pretty natural. 

“We were seeing if you were fucking anyone,” Debbie answered. 

Carl scrunched his face up in disgust. “I don’t do that.”

You laughed, “Sure you don’t. C’mon, C-Dog, I gotta pick up the little missies.”

“Alright, Y/n/n,” Carl smiled at the nickname you had given him ever since you two had gotten closer. 

You two hadn’t always been close before. Debbie and you were by far the closest, with being in the same grade and all. You and Carl hung out a lot, but it wasn’t really until he started high school when you two actually hung out one-on-one. He had come to you for relationship advice when he was dating this one girl, Dominique, who turned out to be a horrible person. You two have since bonded about your past, failed relationships, and how shitty life is. 

Since getting closer with him, you had kind of developed a little crush on him. He had always been cute, but when puberty hit him, he became really hot, really quick. You never showed any other feelings for him than platonic, though. You didn’t want to deal with all the drama that it would bring between you and your families. 

“Stop eye-fucking each other, please,” Debbie groaned, walking away from you two.

You rolled your eyes, “Like you should talk. Every guy you meet you imagine sleeping with them.”

“Not true!” Debbie defended herself. 

“Yeah, right. That’s why you have a baby,” Carl joked. 

“You guys are so mean,” Debbie muttered. 

“That one was pretty mean, but at least it didn’t come from me,” you smiled. 

“Yeah, it came from the asshole who got circumcised for a girl,” Debbie laughed. 

You laughed with her, Carl rolling his eyes and blushing. He looked to you and noticed a piece of paper peeking out from your jeans. 

“What's that?” He asked and pointed.

“Oh, it’s a note that someone gave me,” you said. You took it out and gave it to Carl. He opened it and read it. 

“This is nice,” he said. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty cute,” you agreed. He handed you the note back. “Who do you think it is?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I’m kind of thinking it’s a joke, so I wanna wait till I get another one,” you said, folding it back into your pocket. 

“I think it’s Dean Kepner,” Debbie stated.  You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, you're the only one.”

“Is that the popular football guy? In your grade?” Carl asked. 

“Yep. He’s so hot,” Debbie sighed dreamily. 

“I don’t think so,” you stated.

Carl looked at you and nodded. “Yeah, I heard he does hard drugs.”

“Yeah, another reason why I don’t fuck with him. I mean, I have a beer every other night, but never am I gonna do drugs. That shit messes you up,” you sighed. 

“Yeah, we know. We had Monica as our mother,” Debbie said. 

You chuckled, walking over to your car. You got in the driver seat, Carl sitting in the passengers. Debbie usually sat there, but since she has a baby, you told her it wasn’t safe to put Franny in the passenger seat, especially since if the even of an accident, the airbag goes off and hurts Franny. 

You drove to daycare, humming songs from the radio while doing so. While you were driving, Carl couldn’t help but stare between your face and the note in your pocket. You didn’t know, but the person who wrote you the note was him. 

Carl was usually pretty confident and outgoing. All of his family like that. You had to do that to survive the South Side. But when it came to you, he was like jello. He didn’t know how to act, speak, whether he could look at you two seconds longer than normal. You never noticed his behaviour change, though. To you, he was always quiet and low-key. He was thankful that he never questioned why he was so quiet around you, especially since he was a loud, annoying kid when he was younger. 

With these notes, he would be able to say what he was afraid to say to your face. He didn’t want to face rejection, especially by the pretty senior girl that had lived next to him since the day he was born. It would be awkward if you did reject him, so he just kept quiet until maybe he worked up the courage to ask you out depending on wether you liked the notes or not. 

You parked in a handicap parking spot. “Alright, one of you wanna go and help me get Ames and Jems?” You asked. 

“Carl, can you do it, I wanna stay with Franny,” Debbie said.

“Yeah, sure,” Carl nodded. He got out of the car with you, walking into the daycare. 

You walked up to front desk. “Hi, I’m here for Amy and Jemma Ball. I'm their older sister, Y/n,” you said.

“Alright, can I see ID?” The woman asked. 

You nodded and got your wallet out of your back pocket. You handed her your ID. She handed it back to you. 

“Alright, go ahead and head in,” she said.

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

She hummed a ‘you’re welcome’ as you and Carl went into the play room. 

“Why do you have to give her your ID?” Carl asked. 

“I think it’s because she’s new, and also I didn’t drop them off this morning. They wanna make sure no one kidnaps children,” you explained. 

Carl nodded. “Ah, makes sense.”

“Yeah, the usual woman here, Julie, moved to Florida. She always gave me and the girls a mint when we left, and never asked for my ID,” you said.

“Wow, she sounds cool,” Carl said. 

“Yep, she was,” you smiled. 

You walked into the room, spotting Jemma and Amy immediately. They spotted you two, smiling and running up to you. 

“Hi, babes!” You exclaimed, crouching down and catching them in your arms. 

“Hi, Y/n!” They both squealed. 

“Ready to go home?” You asked. 

They both nodded. 

“Alright. Let me go get your stuff, hang out with Uncle Carl for a few minutes, okay?” You said. 

“Okay,” Jemma said.

You walked over to their cubby, grabbing their baby bags. You went back over to Carl, taking a hold of both of the girls’s hands. 

“Let’s go, babes,” you said. 

“I’m hungry!” Amy exclaimed. 

“I’ll get you a snack when we get home, alright?” You asked. 

Amy nodded, smiling excitedly. You smiled at her, looking up to see Carl opening the door for you. 

“Thanks,” you smiled at him. 

“No problem,” he nodded and followed behind you. You put the girls in the backseat with Debbie, unloading their bags in the trunk. You got in the front seat, starting the car. 

“Do you want to be dropped off at your house or stay with us at my place?” You asked Carl. 

“I'll hang with you guys,” Carl said. 

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

You drove back home, parking the car on the side. You unlocked the front door, immediately dropping all the bags you had. You slumped on the couch, taking a breather. 

“Can we have a snack?” Jemma asked. 

“Oh, yeah, right,” you said, getting up. “You guys want some fruit snacks?” “Yeah!” Amy exclaimed. 

You nodded, going to the pantry and getting two packs of fruit snacks for each of them. You led them back to the couch, turning on the tv. 

“Watch TV with Franny, okay? Sissy has to do homework,” you said. 

The twins nodded, looking at Paw Patrol, which was what was playing. You went to the kitchen table, unloading your backpack. 

“You’re really good at taking care of them,” Carl said, sitting next to you. 

You smiled, “Thanks. Mom and Dad do a lot, but since they are a little older and so am I, they let me have more responsibility. They have to work and stuff to make sure we can afford everything. I’d like to say I’m an expert at taking care of Amy and Jemma.”

Carl chuckled, “Yeah, I couldn’t imagine taking care of a kid.”

“Well, you have been taking care of Liam since he was born, right?” You asked. 

Carl shrugged, “I guess.”

“Taking care of kids is easy if you like them,” you shrugged. 

“Makes sense,” he said.

You hummed. 

“So, are you waiting for another note?” Carl asked. 

“Hm, kind of, yeah. I would be lying if I didn’t say I hoped this will turn into some cute, romantic love story with someone,” you chuckled. 

Carl blushed a little, focusing on his own homework. “Yeah, that’d be nice. 

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“Yeah, Mom, I got it. No problem, see you later,” you said, hanging up the call. You sighed, walking slowly to your locker. 

Your mom had just called you to come to the Alibi to help out since business was buzzing. Word was, Frank was up to one of his schemes again and got the Alibi full and drunk. You couldn’t wait to deal with perky, 50 year-old men catcalling you. You were wearing a sweatshirt, too, which you knew would make it worse since the men always would try to have you take it off, and never stopped pushing. Luckily, you had pepper spray with you at all times so if someone ever got too much, you wouldn’t hesitate to spray them. 

You opened your locker, putting away a few binders when you noticed another note. You grabbed it, unfolding it with a hint of excitement. You would be lying if you said you hadn't been looking forward to this all day. 

You opened the note, smiling widely as its contents. 

Dear Y/n,

Your makeup looks amazing today. You’re really talented with the eyeliner and stuff. Oh, and your lipstick matches really well with your outfit, too.

From,  Secret Admirer

“Another note, huh?” Debbie said, approaching you. 

You smiled and nodded. “Yep.”

“What's that?” Carl asked. 

“Another note from Y/n’s admirer,” Debbie smiled. 

Carl flushed a little. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I hope this is for real. I want to meet this person.”

“Maybe you will,” Carl said. You looked to him, a worried expression settling on your face. 

“You okay, C-Dog?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I’m gonna catch the bus. See you guys later,” he said, walking off quickly. 

You furrowed your brows. “What's got his dick in a twist?”

“I have no idea. Maybe he likes you,” Debbie smirked. 

Your heart fluttered a little at the thought of him liking you. Debbie knew you liked Carl, so maybe she was fucking with you, but you had to ask to be sure. 

“Does he?” 

“I think,” Debbie said. 

“Oh,” you muttered. “Cool,” you smiled. 

You weren’t going to confront him just yet, but you prayed to God your secret admirer was Carl. 

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“Hey, there’s something for you in the mail,” Veronica said. 

You furrowed your brows. “Who’s it from?”

“It doesn’t have a name,” Veronica said, hanging you an envelope. “It just has your name on it.”

“Huh,” you said, taking the envelope. You tore it open, your eyes widening as you saw another note it in. 

“What is it?” Kevin asked. 

“A note,” you said. “From my secret admirer.”

“You have a secret admirer! Wow,” Kevin said. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled. You sat on the couch, opening the note. 

Dear Y/n,

I thought you looked really pretty today. I hope you don’t find it weird I mailed this to your house, I actually live close to you, so I saw you crossing the street today. Anyways, I just thought I would let you know you look pretty. 

From, 

Secret Admirer

You found yourself giggling, setting the note down. Even though you were flattered, you found it a little weird this person knew where you lived, even if they supposedly lived near. You didn’t know why they couldn’t just tell you all these things in person. 

“What does it say?” Veronica asked.

“The note calls me pretty,” you said, putting it back in its envelope. 

“Hm, well, whoever this is isn’t wrong,” Veronica grinned. “Do you have any idea who it is?”

You sighed, “Nope. It says they live close to me, though.”

“Maybe it’s one of the Gallagher’s,” Kevin suggested. 

Your eyes went wide, remembering what Debbie had said to a few days ago when you got the second note. You shook your head, though. Carl was out with his friends right now, you had just left his house, too, and there was no sign of him. 

“Nah, no offence to them, none of them are this romantic or anything. Well, except Ian, but he’s gay,” you said. 

“Maybe ask about it, though? All of our other neighbours are old men, and that does not look like old man handwriting,” Veronica said. 

“Maybe I will. I mean, Debbie said Carl liked me, and when I got the second note, Carl was acting all weird and shit,” you said.

Veronica eyes widened. “Carl?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I don’t care if it's him, though, it'd be kind of weird.”

Veronica sat down on the couch next to you. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Kind of,” you said sheepishly. 

“Well, I think you should ask him about it. If he says no, then don’t mention your feelings for him. If he says yes the notes are from him, then confess,” Veronica said.

“Should I do that?” You asked. 

“I think so, baby. Carl’s a good kid, especially with you around. I wouldn’t have a problem with you two dating.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Mom. I’ll go to his place tomorrow.”

“My baby is about to get a boyfriend!” Kevin whooped. “If he hurts you, I will kill him.”

You chuckled, “Thanks, Dad.”

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You walked into the Gallagher’s house, spotting Fiona in the kitchen.

“Hey, Fi,” you smiled. 

“Hey, Y/n!��Are you here fo Debbie? She went out,” Fiona said.

“No, actually. I’m here for Carl,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Well, he’s upstairs,” Fiona said.

“Thanks, Fi,” you smiled and made your way up to Carl’s room. You saw that the door was wide open.

You went in, not seeing Carl anywhere.

Where is he? You thought.

You went around his room, walking around the room. His room was ridiculously messy. Clothes everywhere, food and plates all over the dresser, weird liquid on the floor. You chuckled to yourself as you had to step over the puddle. 

“Boys are horrific,” you muttered to yourself. 

You went to the desk, sitting down in the desk chair. You looked around on the desk, seeing court date papers, old homework, and cigarette boxes. As you looked more to your right, something had caught your eye. There was a paper with your name on it on the back. 

You picked it up hesitantly, slowly unfolding it. Your eyes widened as you saw the words “Dear Y/n”. You knew you shouldn't, but you went ahead and read it anyways. You just wanted to make sure you were correct of your suspicions. 

Dear Y/n,

After these few weeks, I have decided to try and be brave and go up to ask you out. I think you’re really pretty and you’re so funny and nice. I’ve liked you since I started high school, and even if I get rejected, I know I would regret not trying to ask you out. So, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?

From, 

Secret Admirer, aka Carl (Gallagher)

“Y/n?” You snapped your head back, seeing Carl in a towel. Your eyes quickly ran past his chest, seeing the toned muscles in his arms and stomach. You eyes went up to his face, lingering on his lips. You then went up to his eyes, seeing them wide and filled with wonder. 

“Sorry, I’ll, uh, go,” you muttered and stood up, leaving the note on the desk. 

“What?” Carl asked. He was beyond confused, but when he saw you and the note, he put the pieces together. As you went to walk out of his room, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back gently so you two were face-to-face.  

“Did read the note?” He asked.

You looked up at him sheepishly, “Yeah, I’m sorry for invading your privacy.”

Carl sighed, “It’s alright. I’m, uh, sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting or anything. I know I’m probably not the person you like or anything, but I just wanted to try and see if you liked me. Ian and Lip said that was a cute idea, the notes.”

Your eyes lit up with he voiced his concerns. Your lips upturned into a smile, your eyes staring into his. 

“Carl, I like you, too,” you said. 

Carl’s eyes widened. “Wha-what?”

You took his hands in yours. “It was a cute idea. And I’ve liked you for the last 3 years, too. I was hoping it was you, actually.”

Carl blushed, a big smile appearing on his face. “Really?” “Yep,” you nodded. 

“Awesome!” Carl chuckled. “So, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” you smiled. 

“Cool,” he smiled. “Well, I need to get dressed. You can stay and watch if you want,” he smirked. 

You giggled at his words. “Don’t mind if I do.”

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