#and ik this was like unnecessarily long

[wikitpowers]

imagine kit and ty getting ready together for a fancy party they need to attend for their quest, and they’re in their shared room looking all dressed up and for a moment, kit thinks of doing something reckless. although he knows exactly how to tie a tie bc jem taught him how to do it multiple times, something within him is screaming to be close to ty so without thinking he blurts out a question. he asks whether ty would do it for him. of course ty smiles softly and tells kit that he will help him, that julian taught him when the blackthorns attended helen and aline's wedding. so, gently he takes the tie from kit. then he comes close. and the whole time he's there, he's hyperfixated on every hitch of kit's breath, his lovely smell, the thought that his eyes are so so pretty up close, like there are stars inside of them, that his freckles look so kissable and the smoothness of his neck is hypnotising. naturally, the process takes way longer than necessary (while the whole time it's happening, kit struggles to breath). oh and after that party ends, that tie will be used to bring kit in for a (very) passionate kiss and then slowly be taken off and ending up on the floor as ty starts undoing the buttons of kit’s shirt

[carrionhearted]

Would you consider yourself to be religious, or do you wear cross necklaces simply as an outfit accessory?

I’m not religious persay, but I absolutely adore the anthropology of religion and Christian theology in specific (I don’t yap about it quite as often because I unavoidably sound like I’m leading a Bible study every time. But it’s a big interest 😅). I collect rosaries and regard them all as little works of art, despite my… criticism of the doctrines they’re associated with.

I’m also just a stereotypical goth. Cross/ crucifix imagery in the goth scene has less to do with religion itself, and more to do with the sacred “memento mori” of it all (and as an ode to gothic architecture).

[jefferythejelly]

If you had to choose, what is your favorite photo of Foolish? (Could be edit if you don’t want to choose photo)

i cannot make a decision to save my life so i am going to pick multiple sorry BUT within these limits: 1) only pictures i already have saved on my phone or laptop 2) one picture per stream/event

edit: the formatting is fucked up and idk why sorry if theyre all like individual and u gotta scroll more bc in post editor theyre next to each other in twos and threes lmao

second edit it’s fine on mobile??? fuckin idk man

some of these are probably just personal/recency bias (the one thats my pfp deffo is just like. familiarity from seeing it all the time lmao) and i know i'm missing ones i dont have saved so honorary mentions to

those pics where hes on the beach holding the boogie board u know the ones

the entirety of that one karl video where they're in the desert and he's wearing a flannel with like 3 buttons undone (i didn't have a specific screenshot that looked good from it but it is still very much worth mentioning)

the october 2022 name your price, specifically that moment at the very beginning where he winks at the camera (this was before i started obsessively saving pics/taking screenshots so i do not already have it saved but just know it changed my brain chemistry)

every other photo of foolish. they r all my favorite bc he is my favorite. amen

[phagodyke]

I will say while I've loved most of elden ring I'm really glad I'm down to just 2 more main boss fights (malenia + maliketh) before I start the endgame boss fights... whew 😮‍💨

[princessbrunette]

okay random thought, but ik you mentioned that kitty’s older sister briefly dated barry. so kitty and rafe probably met through barry im assuming? like one day kitty’s and her sister are over at barry’s and rafe walks in and kitty’s probably tryna convince herself he’s just a smug asshole 😒💔

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you’d only tagged along to get out the house for a little while, too cooped up — and there’s only so many tarot readings a girl can give herself before she gets bored. the lovers, four of wands — you’re going to meet someone soon! whatever.

your sister is smoking with barry out on the porch and you’re exiting your sisters boyfriends bathroom when you hear a semi-familiar voice. you try and be sneaky about it, something you can usually get away with — notorious for creeping up on people and slinking about undetected, and yet as you casually stroll the kitchen, peering out the patio doors you lock eyes with rafe cameron, stuffing his hands into his pockets. his eyes jump all across you as he attempts to identify you.

barry is rattling off about something to him, complaining about rafe overcharging unnecessarily and shooing off customers when the kook interrupts him, waving a hand as his eyes follow your form through the house, seeing you in that black mini skirt reaching up to get a glass from the cabinet. “yeah, yeah-yeah look shut up a sec. who’s that in the kitchen?” he drawls, and if your sister wasn’t so high she’d have been quicker to snap at him.

“nah, nah you’re not gonna go botherin’ that lil ass girl rafe. you’ here on business, act like it.” barry dismisses, putting his joint out in a half empty beer can and listening to it sizzle. your older sister lifts her head from the couch, frowning in disorientation at the sandy blonde.

“i didn’t say shit, okay — i just wanted to know who she is.” rafe defends irritably, ripping his eyes off you to blink at barry, wiping clammy hands down his shorts. not even a second passes before he asks another question. “how uh— how old is she anyway?”

“old enough for a real man, aka — not you.” your sister pushes her hands into the worn down patio seat and forces herself to her feet. “on that note we’re getting out of here. gonna get food.” she has the decency to alert barry of her plans for once, turning her head to watch you enter the patio with a nearly empty glass in your hand, looking a little wide eyed and curious as you swallow down your drink. you set it on the table, furrowing your eyebrows at barry.

people always thought you were fiesty, but compared to your sister you always seemed pretty meek and inoffensive.

“you finished the joint already?” you huff in a whiny tone, directed mostly towards your sisters boyfriend who lazily shrugs and gestures at your sister — pinning the blame. rafe huffs out an awkward chuckle, making his presence known and holding a hand out to you to shake.

“hey uh, i don’t think we’ve met — rafe cameron.” he introduces in that rich boy drawl. curiosity gets the better of you, and you slowly reach out to shake his hand only for your sister to smack your wrist away from his.

“c’mon. i’m hungry. don’t waste your time on him.” she rolls her red eyes, swaying her hips as she sashays off the patio somewhat elegantly for someone wearing chunky stompers.

you grab his hand before he can pull it away, muttering something along the lines of “i can shake his hand if i want to.” before rushing off to follow her without a glance behind you. rafe doesn’t miss certain things about you; the way your skirt has ridden up your ass cheeks a little as you bounce away, the slight brattiness in your tone that he couldn’t help but wanna correct, and the way his smirk lingered, only to warrant a long stare from barry.

“whatever you thinkin’ bro i suggest you don’t.”

“shit, i can’t just look at her? m’not doing anything.” rafe smiles simply, going to sit down opposite his friend on the patio seats. something about his tone made barry believe the opposite.

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[fleuraimer]

i NEED to hear your thoughts on reader's arguments with boxer!carmy. what's their first argument about? who usually caves first?

you, anon, are a hero and a scholar and are about to receive the greatest blurb in the history of the the tumblr industry (pls someone understand this reference 😭😭)

BUT IT ALL SERIOUSNESS, this is fucking gold; i love you for sending this.

tw!! ooooohh they get into it yall. carmen being a man (ik, i’m sorry). some suggestive content. happy ending.

bf boxer!carmy and reader fighting!!

concept 1. concept 2. bf boxer!carmy hcs.

ok, so, me thinks bf boxer!carmy and his pretty broad actually argue a lot. so often it teeters just on the edge of being unhealthy. but, they also know each other and realize they’re two petty asf ppl (😭😭). so, even though they argue often, it’s usually over stupid shit, or their little fears (like who was supposed to wash the dishes that night, or how carmy’s profession holds a great deal of power over his life, enough to take it away—

she tries hard not to think about it too much; that argument is a losing game).

if carmy’s being frank, it’s half the reason he’s so fucking obsessed in love with her. she’s feisty—she’s trouble, and carmy’s never been good at staying out of it, even before he was the one starting the fights.

however…

when they fight—oh boy! do they fight.

i’d like to think bf boxer!carmy has a hugeeeee jealousy problem (lil insecure loser ☹️🫶🏽), and so that’s usually how their more heated fights begin.

i think their very first BIG fight has to do with a mix of his jealousy issue and the nature of how their relationship came to be.

allow me to set the scene:

so carmy wins the fight against timmy boy (surprise??) and starts talking to his pretty broad, finds out her and timmy aren’t exclusive, just messing around, and takes the green light.

a few weeks go by and everything is going smoothly—you know, the usual, extravagant dates and expensive gifts, lots of pampering and affection from both ends; the rose-hued, honeymoon stage—and carmy invites her as his plus one to some big party/event for his job.

he knocks on the front door of her apartment at 7:15 pm on the dot with a stunning bouquet—baby’s breath and lilies and anemones—of flowers in his right hand. he’s dressed to the nines; a fitted black tux—double breasted, with peak lapels, and slightly high-waisted trousers—and a brown dress-shirt, first thee to four buttons undone (whore 🥸) with a black chiffon, nearly iridescent slip over it that makes that same brown look an earthy, rich green at a swift glance. one gold bracelet, one gold ring for each hand (middle and pinky fingers), his unnecessarily attractive little gold hoop earrings, and a simple gold crucifix hangin’ ‘round his neck.

he raps his busted knuckles against the door with his left hand, and then patiently leans against the frame and awaits the telltale sign of her heels against the hardwood floors.

he counts to seventeen before her front door is swinging open.

the first thing he notices is that smile (that smile, the one she only ever gives to him—not eddie (god forbid), or nacho, or benny, or fucking timmy—just him). pearly whites, with bow and cherry gems (i loveeee teeth gems if my pfp didn’t make that clear), on display, framed by those plump, painted lips—brown liner, blackberry pink lipstick, and a nice, shiny gloss—that never seem to leave his head; burned into his memory, melded to his mind.

his eyes drop to the baby pink toes he’s become far too fond of, the white strap and silver chain of her dior heels placed prettily over top. flits his appraising gaze up to her ankles, the left one wrapped in the anklet he gifted her on their fourth date, a (boxing) glove charm hanging from the gold link. up—up, up, up—they go, trailing the soft ruffles and tedious buttons lining her long sleeve knit dress, hem hitting just at her shin, tight fitting—cinched to her figure—with a swoop neckline that shows off just the right amount of cleavage.

he stops when his eyes find hers again, brown sugar and saccharine.

he pushes off the door frame and steps through, ‘til they’re standing toe to toe and her head is awkwardly bent backward so she can keep eye contact.

“hi, bear,” she chirps, soft and taunting. grins at him while her jewel adorned hands slide up the smooth lapels of his tux.

the left corner of his mouth kicks up into a smirk as he snakes his left arm around her waist, dragging her closer.

his head spins with the scent of cinnamon and evergreen, and he wants to nuzzle in her neck because of it.

“hey, cub,” he rumbles back, and neither of them acknowledge the way she practically melts into her, she just curls her fingers into his lapels, and he tightens his hold on her waist.

she looks at the flowers in his right hand, “those for me?”

carmy turns his head to look at the flowers, lifts his hand with a noisy crinkle to present ‘em to her.

still, he shakes his head, puts on his best poker face and huffs, “nah, i’m taking that real pretty broad down the hall on a date tonight. just dropping in to say ‘hi’.”

her grin drops, face flat, eyes narrowed.

she unfurls her fists from his jacket, starts pushing him away, out from where he came.

“well, since we’ve finished swapping pleasantries—”

this time when he huffs, he’s huffing out a laugh, “i’m kidding. hey, baby, i’m kidding. swear.” he drops the flowers (unimportant; he can get more if she really wants them) to the ground at the side of their feet and wraps his other arm around her waist, crowding her space, barely giving her room to breathe, let alone slip from his grasp.

she wriggles in his hold, still shoving uselessly at his firm chest. “carmen, let go—”

and, well he’s definitely in trouble, but there’s not much to be done about that now, is there?

he takes both her tiny, pounding fists and locks them behind her back in one fell swoop “never. now look at me.”

she looks into the hallway, just over his shoulder, to piss him off.

his eye threatens to twitch.

“look at me, cub. don’t make me say it again.”

she rolls her brown sugar eyes, but does thereafter shift her gaze to look at him. raises an impatient brow.

“i’m sorry for saying that. it was a shitty joke—”

“it wasn’t fucking funny, carm.”

he grunts, “all right. wasn’t funny, i’m sorry, baby.”

she continues to glare at him for another 30 to 45 seconds, but then her shoulders are slumping and her face is scrunching in that cute little pout and she’s whining like a sweet little baby.

“wasn’t funny, bear,” she grumbles, and carmy snickers.

“y’already said that; gimme a kiss.”

she shakes her head, fussy, and now it’s carmy’s turn to raise an impatient brow.

“what was that? speak up, baby.”

“no,” she groans, stomping her foot, trying to free her hands from behind her back, but there’s no way she’s getting out now, not if she wants to act like a brat.

“try again.”

“n—”

he yanks her into his chest, “try the fuck again.”

but when has she ever just willingly rolled over?

“let me go, carmen.”

“give me a fucking kiss, cub.”

—

they show up to carmy’s work gathering an hour and a half late, but who’s fucking fault is that (this, too, is a losing game)?

when they step into the venue together, all eyes immediately fall on them. how could they not?

carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto, the bear, and his new girl.

timothy ‘timmy’ grayson’s ex girl.

they don’t let it phase them, the side eye and poorly disguised whispering, just find their way to their way to the open bar and mingle with their inner circle.

the night quickly descends from business to casual, but that could just be because they were so late. as the older patrons slip out, the inconsequential jazz humming in the background is shut off, and then the ceiling is shaking with the bass of keep it g by asap rocky.

somehow, carmy’s on his second glass of bourbon and his girl just finished her third glass of wine and they’re…tipsy.

it’s not even like the song playing is inherently sexual, at all, really, but carmy’s lips are trailing over the back of her neck, uncoordinated—messy—and his fingers are digging into her hips because the way she’s fucking grinding on him should not be legal.

“god, cub,” he grunts in her ear, rolling his hips back into her.

“mhmm,” she moans in the back of her throat, subdued, swallowed down, and places her hands over his that grip at her like a lifeline. she lets her head fall back, settle in the crook of his neck so she can nose at the hinge of his jaw and suck a pretty hickey there, too.

he fully thrusts into her, the bass of the speakers muffling the too audible slap of their bodies connecting.

she squirms and squeaks, “bear!”

he growls, “what?”

she giggles in the shell of his ear. “down, boy. i gotta hit the restroom.”

carmy, very reluctantly, lets her slip from his grasp and venture to find the woman’s room. he nurses on another drink—whiskey, this time—but paces himself as he waits for his girl’s return.

that is, until he sees his girl in question talking with timothy fucking grayson. then, he downs the rest of his drink like water and calmly—calmly—walks up to them.

now, if (and this is a very big fucking if) carmen wasn’t being a complete a***** ******* ****** ***** *****, then maybe he would’ve noticed the rather unkempt state of his pretty broad, her soured expression and guarded body language.

he was being a complete redacted though, so he just steps behind her with his chest puffed and his jaw set, just itching for timmy to say something fucking stupid.

and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face might scratch that itch just enough to satiate him.

“what’re y’doin’ with my girl, timmy?”

he doesn’t register the way she bristles against him at the term.

my girl.

“just makin’ friendly conversation,” he shrugs, still smirking, and carmy has never wanted his knuckles to split so fucking bad.

“friendly conversation?” he nearly coos back, the condescending, possessive prick. “why don’t y’find someone else to go make friendly conversation with, yeah? fuck off.”

he walks away before timmy boy gets the chance to respond, dragging his girl behind him.

when they make it back to the bar, he finally has the decency to assess his pretty broad. or, hound her, more like.

"what was he sayin' to you? and what the hell were you doin' with him in the fuckin' first place? if he bothers you again you come straight to me, understood?"

he's met with silence.

he frowns, looks down at his girl to find the same expression on her face, and goes to repeat himself. "i said, underst—"

"take me home, carmen."

his frown deepens. he bends in the knee to try and catch her eyes, but she turns her head away as soon as he glimpses her brown sugar irises.

"cub—"

"take me home, carmen. now."

and they've fought, all right? small tiffs here and there, "pick your fucking shoes up, carmen!", "stop fucking touching shit, carm!", "god, carmen, just leave me alone!" but this is different. deeper.

he's still frowning as he nods, mutters "okay," softly, as to not upset her any further, and places his hand on the small of her back to guide out of the venue doors and out to the valet.

usually, after a date, carmen will pull in to a parking space and get out first to open the passenger door for his girl and walk her up to her apartment, before either getting sent off with a goodnight kiss or getting tugged through her front door to continue where they'd left off.

this time, though, she out the door before the cars even full parked.

carmen rushes to keep up with her takes the stairs to her apartment two at a time.

"cub, wait up!"

she does no such thing.

in fact, she only seems to move faster in lieu of his request (brat).

he nearly misses his window to at least say goodnight to her, with the way she quickly keys into her home and tries to slam the door in his face, but a foot in the frame easily rectifies that.

"hey!" he barks at her, shoving the door open and slamming it shut after him.

"don't slam my damn door, carmen!"

"don't try to slam your damn door in my damn face, then!"

she frustratedly groans, arms flailing in exclamation. he watches her cautiously as she looks frantically for something—something, anything—before she's bending down to take off her dior heels.

clearly, something has pent up—boiled, festered—within her, because she chucks a shoe at his head (and for someone so unassuming, she has a damn good arm).

he ducks just before it can hit him, instead banging into the wall.

"what the fu— ow!"

she doesn't miss the second time.

"fuck you, carmen!" she screams at him.

"fuck you! you just threw your fucking shoe at my head! twice!"

"and you fucking deserved it," she cries, taking a step closer to him, pointing an accusatory finger. "you dick!"

"what the fuck did i do?" he shouts back, taking a step forward himself, brows furrowed in frustrated confusion.

"you— y-you—"

he takes another step toward her, "huh? i what? spit it the fuck out, baby."

not for the first time, she pouts like a kicked puppy, and her hands brace on his sturdy shoulders, and she pushes at him, angry. but, certainly for the first, carmy actually loses his balance. nearly trips over his feet with the way he stumbles backward.

"ugh, asshole! you made a bet!"

he frowns, bewildered. "what?"

"don't fucking lie to me, carm—"

"baby, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"stop fucking calling me that!" she screams, "with timothy! you made a bet with him before the fight, a bet on me!"

carmy's mouth hangs open, forming to phantom explanations that all fall too short or get too intimate—personal; she doesn't need to know the backstory, the why in his road to success. she can't, not yet. not so soon.

she shoves him again at his lack of response, and, for the second time, carmy stumbles back.

"fuck you, carmy!" she screams, eyes brimming and— fuck, she was not supposed to find out this way (well, ever, really, but surely not in this way). he racks his brain for sufficient a justification.

"fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! is that how you fucking see me? i'm just another belt you meatheads pass around and compete for? fucking kill yourselves over?"

"that's not true, baby—"

"i'm not your fucking baby!" she goes to shove him again, but he's ready this time, steeled. she throws her weight into each nudge and push and shove she gives to him, grunts and grumbles through the exertion of it, but he's stock-still like a statue now, and immovable force to be reckoned with.

"you done?" he mutters when she's huffin' and puffin' too hard to keep going.

her eyes snap from his chest to his baby blues, glaring. "fuck—!"

"—me? yeah, you've already said that, several times actually. now are you gonna let me explain, or do you wanna keep screamin'?"

her eyes, somehow, narrow further, teeth barred.

carmy prepares himself.

"do i wanna keep screamin'? well, since you fucking offered," she gripes, pounding her fists into his chest again. and he lets her. "you don't fucking think, do you? just puff your chest and fucking take it if you want it, right? god, carmen, i'm not some fucking toy—"

"i never implied that you were—"

"so you didn't bet you could fuck me better than timothy at the weigh-in?"

he snaps his mouth shut.

she scoffs, shakes her head. "un-fucking-believable," she mutters under her breath.

she sighs, and the (arguably) worst is over. but it's not like he necessarily welcomes the tears, either.

she sniffles, red-rimmed eyes sparkling in a pool of saltwater, and weakly shoves at his chest again.

"f-fuck you, bear," she weeps softly, voice cracking, head hanging, and carmy's never wanted to fix something so badly in his whole goddamn life. more than mikey. "i thought you fucking liked me—

"i do—!"

"stop lying—!"

and suddenly, carmen's had enough.

"be quiet," he barks.

the room falls silent.

he sighs, grips hers arms to keep her close and up right. drops his head to rest on hers, eye-to-eye, and she's too tuckered out to fight it.

his adams apple bobs, "i'm sorry, y/n," he whispers, and she doesn't think she's ever heard him so earnest before, so sad. "i'm sorry i made a bet on you, and hurt your feelings because of it. you're not a toy, or a belt, or any other prize, boxing or not; you're a human fucking being. and i'm sorry."

she sniffles again, and he takes her lack of shoving and yelling as clearance to continue.

"i'm not fucking sorry it worked, though." he can feel her tense, so he hurries on before she gets the wrong idea. "i'm not fucking sorry i saw you in that damn pink dress, in your damn pink heels, with you fucking pink toes. i'm not sorry that i talked to you after the match, and made good on my promise to timmy."

"carmen—"

he squeezes the sides of her shoulders, "i'm not sorry 'cause i do like you, cub, so fucking much."

she lifts her head, teary eyes blearily finding his, and she frowns up at him, like she doesn't believe him.

"why're lying?" she whimpers, all watery and sad sounding, and carmy just wants to swaddle her in a blanket and kiss her tears away.

he smiles gently at her, "m'not lyin', baby. do you think i'd still be here if all i wanted was a fuck and duck? that's what the ring girls are for, cub."

she makes a face at him, "ew! g-ross, carmy, don't—!"

he bites back a smirk. "you drive me insane," cuts her off, sliding his hands from her arms to her shea butter smooth palms. "you drive me up the fuckin' wall, actually. but i love that about you. i love that you don't take anyone's shit, including mine. love that you put me in my place, and tell me off when i step out of line." his tongue peaks out to lick his chapped bottom lip before he continues. "i love the way you curl up in a ball every night before bed because you can't sleep any other way, and i love the way you bitch and moan about your bones feelin' too stiff in the morning because of it." he regards her fondly, eyes flitting over every feature. “i love your teeth gems, and your long ass nails. i love it when you’re bare-faced and bushy-tailed, or when you’ve got a— what is it?”

she chokes on a snotty laugh, “a full beat?”

“a full beat!” he repeats, enthusiastic and beaming. they both take a moment to giggle, carmy’s hands finding purchase on her hips to draw her in, chest to chest. “i am sorry i hurt your feelings, cub, so fucking sorry. but i would make that bet ten fuckin’ thousand times over if it meant i’d end up anywhere with you.”

and now she’s crying for a whole different, much sweeter reason.

she pouts at him cutely, “bearrr!”

and it’s like nothing even happened.

“whaaat?” he groans, feigning annoyance. “snotty girl, look at those tears,” he tuts, “such a crybaby.”

“that’s not fair—!”

“hush,” he muses, walking them back toward her bedroom, deft fingers working to unfasten the many buttons of her dress. “you talk too much, anyone ever told you that? whatever, you should let me fuck you.”

“what?”

“you should let me fuck you.”

“you literally ate me out for an hour before we left, that’s why we were so fucking late. and who says you fuckin’ deserve it?”

carmy smirks, that’s his girl.

fuckin’ trouble.

he quirks a brow at her, fingers pausing their decent.

“you gonna let me earn it?”

—

a/n: hope u like it babies bc getting this done made me SICK (im serious i can’t fucking breathe right or swallow properly anymore 🙂‍↔️🫶🏽)

not proofread!!

[lesbianyosano]

ok elaborating on this, dead apple has to take place before the doa arc, but looking at the interaction between dazai and fyodor, its also after cannibalism

these are from chapter 46, the first panel implies that dazai has heard of fyodor before/encountered im briefly, enough to have an idea of what "a classic move on his part" is, but the latter part of the conversation and the way fyodor reacts suggest he doesnt really know dazai all that well, likely has only heard of him in passing

that would mean dead apple happens somewhere after the cannibalism arc ends, but we know there isn’t really that much time between that and start of the next arc, likely only a few days, during which we know ranpo and tanizaki to be serving their punishments and kunikida to be in jail

so that would mean the only time in the main timeline during which dead apple could reasonably take place be somewhere between nikolai’s first appearance/mushitarou warning the agency and the hostage thing ada was called to help with, but there’s absolutely no way this is what happened since dead apple also takes places over the course of a few days

not to mention, the whole thing was a massive deal, and there’s no mention of it anywhere. it being an alternate reality would solve this problem, i imagine it’s a world very similar to our main one but in which maybe one of the arcs doesn’t take place? like maybe the doa doesn’t really exist therefore we see fyodor on his own?? i’m just spitballing here but that’s the only way i can make this make sense while still keeping it canon

actually. wouldnt it be possible for dead apple to be an alternate beast like universe? bc thats the only way i can think of that would make it make sense timeline wise

[xeoxov]

johnnyboy headcanons?😁

• Their cuddling is insane, pony is just sprawled on the bed and Johnny is holding him for dear life

• Pony feels so guilty all the time about the stupid things he says when he’s not thinking and Johnnys just there like ik u didn’t mean it

“PLEASE I DIDNT MEAN WHAT I SAID JOHNNY U CAN BREAK UP W ME ITS OK🙁😣”

“I’m not gunna break up w u I’m Alr over it pone”

• Doesn’t tell the gang just to see how long it takes them to find out, Dallas thought they were dating months before they were

• pony came out in the church, Johnny in the hospital (johnnys alive idgaf)

• Unnecessarily competitive these mf cannot play cards tg they will fight (Johnny let’s pony win)

• Johnny thinks teasing him is the funniest thing cuz he’s so sensitive

“Haha pony u look like a hippie”

“Do I really 😟😟”

[willowisapillow]

🐺❤️ He Ate My Heart Out ❤️🐺

*Rock eyebrow raise and Vine boom sound effect intensifies*

Sharandy my beloved,, oh how I’ve missed drawing these two together again (even though it wasn’t that long since I’ve last drawn them). Guess I just can’t quit these two.

Had the urge to draw these two again because I'm so sick and tired of seeing so much discourse and detractors about them as a couple on TikTok and YouTube. I’ve recently stumbled onto some edits of them getting a divorce, and while I respect others opinions on Sharon settling with a better man- y’all acting like Randy can’t get his act together and act like a normal husband towards her, which he’s done during the series like multiple times 💀

Though for the most part, I kinda blame the flanderization of him in recent years for this, especially with that one recent special where he bodyshames her, like, what the literal hell was that nonsense? I hate it sm, Randy would never do that 😣

My apologies if I sound like a broken record for saying this for the 200th time, Ik these two are an imperfect couple, but that’s what I like about ‘em. They don’t always act like a mushy, lovey-dovey, squeaky-clean, Disney-esque couple (not a jab at Disney couples, I live and breathe them, but you get my point). Both of them have their flaws like quarreling and bickering and that’s what makes their relationship realistic, because, newsflash, some irl couples act like that too. If their relationship were sunshine and rainbows all the time, then it would just be boring to watch. They’ve had plenty of moments to prove that they have a decent marriage. One of my DA friends said this a while back and I fully agree with them; a couple with their ups and downs is a lot better than a toxic marriage happening every single episode.

And at least Randy doesn’t treat Sharon awfully 24/7, cheats on her with other people, married her solely for her looks, or told her that he hates being with his kids. And imo they’re a healthier couple then the other parents like Staurt and Carol and Stephen and Linda don’t @ me plz-

So sorry if I went off on yet another tangent, I’m just your average online yapper who gets unnecessarily defensive over my fav fictional characters 💅🏾✨

My silly rant out of the way, when I was younger I had this habit of inserting my favorite franchises into random fairytales. I don’t know why I did it so much, I just liked the concept of it. I’ve done it with Mario, Banjo-Kazooie and Cuphead, now I’m doing it with South Park. The theme I wanted to go for was Red Riding Hood after binge watching those “Dark origins of your childhood fairytales” videos, bumping into some other fairytale AUs on here for some inspo, and listening to Monster by Lady Gaga and Won’t Bite by Doja Cat one too many times.

Wanted to go for a stylish but sultry look for Riding Hood!Sharon, and as for Werewolf!Randy I definitely went full on furry on him in this picture. I am not sorry at all. Now I just kinda picture some scenarios where he acts like an actual dog. Like, Sharon has him on a leash and takes him on walks, sprays him with a spray bottle anytime he starts actin’ up, or giving him some weed to calm him down when he enters feral mode. Randy is also very loyal and protective of his wifey, and will not hesitate to bite, scratch (and probably kill) you if you lay a finger on her. Also like the idea of him enjoying being scratched behind the ears and getting belly rubs haha

And I had a thought of having Stan playing the role of the huntsman, ‘cause I think it would be adorbs for him to help out his mama <3

🌲 🐺 ❤️ 🐺 🌲

[books-and-dragons]

Ik it's been awhile since I have dropped a HC on you, but consider: Akira doing some unnecessarily dangerous stunt in the Metaverse and feeling so proud of himself... and then he's shocked when the team gets angry/worried that he risked his own safety like that.

"Guys, it's fine, only I would have gotten hurt!"

And then they just get even angrier and he's confused and startled they're so worked up about it. He's not used to people worrying about him.

omg june, hi!!! aaa i yelled when i saw your user pop up, hope you're doing well!!

your brainworms are angsty as ever and oh how i love it

i'm such a believer in the akira-is-passively-reckless-about-his-own-life concept, you'll have to rip it from my cold, dead hands

considering the in-game clues we get about how he's not great about keeping himself well-fed and has an automatic tendency to throw himself aside for the sake of other people's safety, akira's probably got a huge lack of self preservation to add to that (maybe even, a complete lack of care for his own wellbeing) (i'm absolutely blaming his home life for this)

which works well enough for someone in a leadership position, he'd make sacrifices for others very easily and yeah!! he's just so used to not putting himself into consideration- he doesn't even think about his own safety. nobody else ever has, so why should he?

it trickles into everything he does. the last healing item goes to a teammate, whatever funds he makes from part-time jobs goes into the phantom thieves (nevermind that he's living on sojiro's patronage curry and instant noodles, that's unimportant, he's unimportant), he offers unconditional support and a listening ear to every confidant he meets, and helps them with all their problems- even if it is to his own detriment. on the battlefield against a new enemy, joker will do his best to find the weakness- because if they repel anything, at least then he carries the brunt of the backlash. it's natural, instinctive, and therefore he sees no wrong in it.

and for a long time, he gets away with this reckless abandon for his own safety.

except he goes a step too far, maybe he decides to distract another hoard of shadows on his own? or makes what should be an impossible zipline move to cross to the other side of a chasm. against a rampaging enemy, he throws himself in the firing line. after months of excusing the passing recklessness, this is a step too far for the phantom thieves.

when they're reunited with joker, he's not greeted by praise for his dramatic flourish, or impressed and spirited cheers for carving a path deeper into the palace, but instead worried frowns and scolding reprimands. flurries of hands which search for his injuries and want to heal, and he doesn't need it he's fine-

and oh you're so right it would hurt so much because akira would be so confused by their concern!! at first, he probably assumes they're talking about anything but him. did he accidentally break a treasure on his landing? for some reason, had the thieves not wanted that shadow hurt? what was it this time, what had he done wrong- because he had to have done something wrong he always does something wrong, eventually

when it gets through to akira that no, they're worried about his safety the boy blue-screens there and then.

it's not something he's ever been used to- care, affection....attention. nobody's cared enough to look close enough before, and suddenly akira doesn't know what to do with this worry, with this obvious sign that people care about him, that someone values akira kurusu....he's in a bit of a fugue as the diarahan washes over him, so much do he can't even scold what he'd deem an unnecessary use of energy

they call it a day in the palace not long after.

learning to value your own life isn't something that's easy, but akira's surrounded by people who care about him now- they can be patient. this time, they're taking the lead to help akira, not the other way around.

maybe makoto challenges him to find a more safe plan, that doesn't involve reckless action. ryuji helps him be more open about his feelings. ann teaches akira how to appreciate himself. futaba shows him how to trust in what people promise. yusuke guides him through self-appreciation in his own, artistic style. haru helps akira define himself, outside of the parameters his parents set for him. morgana stays at his side through it all.

in their own way, they'll help akira find some self-worth, and hope to see the fruits of their labour in akira guarding a bit more often in battle, turning to his teammates instead of charging in headfirst and bearing the weight of shadows' attentions himself. they'll wait patiently for the day he asks for help, and be proud when he does.

for now, they'll accept the occasional willingness to head back to a saferoom, or retreat from battle. they'll mentally cheer when he uses one of their few healing items to patch a gash in his side. it's all about the small steps.

[ankmankpank]

Summer with 4*town🤍

♫ Real Love Baby by Father John Misty

Singing one of the band’s fuckboy songs with Aaron T. on the street, who you spent the weekend with. Not just with him, but his family since they invited you over. After the two of you played with his little brothers, helped his mother make dinner and grilled with his father in the garden, you lay down on his bed, limbs all over the sheets as you two fall asleep. Correction, you three. Which is, his smallest brother between the two of you, head on T.’s chest but legs on yours.

♫ Kids by MGMT

Going to a playground in the woods with Tae Young, the two of you trying to climb everything in there before you set up a picnic in the grass. Just you, him and the unnecessarily much food he bought. Though it ended up being just enough, since by his decision, you two ended up watching the sunset too by the beach next to the woods. And after the much tries of trying to get a good picture of the pink colors on the sky, you went home with him and slept on the couch. To be woken up to him kicking you in the throat, but that’s another case..

♫ Cold Water by Major Lazer

Going to the park because you asked Aaron Z. to play basketball with you. He has his own court at his house, sure, but yay other people!! He’s not so happy about them but decides to go with you, for you anyway. Deep down he knew that at the end of the day you would get tired of it anyway, no matter if he let you win or not. So, he can buy ice cream for you. And insist on paying, even if you shove the money into his hand he will put it back into your wallet when you’re not looking. Oh, and let’s not forget, he won’t forget the look on your face when he got twirly ice cream taller than his head, and ate it within ten minutes while walking home.



♫ Let Me Love You by DJ Snake

Going wall climbing with Robaire, him always laughing at you when you fall, but never failing to catch your hand in time if he’s close enough. If not, then he just falls after you, seeing no issue in starting over. You two have all day, he cleared his schedule for the day just for you! He goes shirtless after a while because it’s hot, but on the way to the car to put his shirt down, you two decide to go on a ride instead. Sunset, rich ass car, Robaire himself, you, perfect summer day.

♫ Ready or Not by Bridgit Mendler

You and Jesse had the idea of going into an adventure park for a long time, and finally living with it. Just the two of you, in shorts and sleeveless shirts, looking best on Jesse sadly, high in the woods. He goes first to tell you how to do it and how easy it is, though he also likes laughing at you being scared at some extra hard parts. He always catches you when he can, so it’ll be easier for you and you know he’s there, which is not hard to notice because fuck he looks hot. It was a long day of Jesse being sweet, then teasing because he saw how you looked at the women who were looking at him, but it was definitely good.

♫ Best Day Of My Life by American Authors

Going to the beach with all of the boys together, that being the only plan for the day. It being spent by watching Z. eat the ice cream what was longer than his head in one sitting(Ik I already mentioned this but cmon I just know this man eats bigass foods everytime he has the chance😭), Z. and T. throwing you into the water then laughing at you, Robaire putting sunscreen on you back GOD ROBAIRE putting sunscreen ON YOUR BACK before you two lay down and talk, catching fish with Tae in little trash cans you two bought just for that, poking the water and poor fishes with the reed with Aaron T., then at the end of the day, getting on Jesse’s jetski, hugging him from the back as he tells you stories about the members.

[wikitpowers]

analysis of the new kitty art bc i'm in shambles and can't stop thinking about it;

✨prepare yourself for an unnecessarily long post✨

THE PRIDE FLAG! MY HEART! 🏳️‍🌈 i want to know the reason why they have it! are they going to pride together? is it for shits and giggles bc ty comes out to kit? OR i have another theory ->

ty has got some sort of bruise or wound on his cheek and his tshirt is a bit ripped at the top and i need to know why; does that mean that he had a hard time getting to cirenworth (which is where i'm assuming the scene is taking place)? was he attacked by someone or something and maybe kit is putting the flag on him to warm him up (seems kinda silly ik but maybe... let me think my silly thoughts...). and maybe that’s how ty find out kit is into boys!!!! anyhow, i need to know who hurt him tho bc nobody touches my baby /:(

kit is wearing pink! and it looks so lovely on him! he's a jumper person people! and it's really not surprsing considering he's living in england now & the uk ain't known for its warmth let me tell u

THE LONGING LOOKS! we are getting simps kitty in tlkof and it's only the first book oh we are gonna be fed so well mark my words

hair and eye colour contrasts = ✨insane✨

the door for some reason makes me think this is in fact, in cirenworth and might possibly be taking place not long after their reunion? but maybe that's just me but who knows

KIT'S ARMS AROUND TY! PHYSICAL CONTACT GUYS! WE HAVE PHYSICAL CONTACT THIS IS NOT A DRILL! i just know they are both describing electricity and warmth and my heart won't be able to take it i'm afraid

iconic kit jacket appearance ahhhhh! cassie wasn't lying about making him wear it in twp (i'm so so happi heheheheeh🫶🏻) -> also,,, there are some scuff marks on it i swear! are the years of usage finally coming through?

their runes,,,, i'm obsessed! like they are both officially full-on shadowhunter boyfriends :( and something about seeing kit's skin covered in them has me emotional like he's all grown up :(

HERONDALE AND BLACKTHORN NECKLACES ON TY ARE CRAZY! as if ty could be even more obvious about his feelings. he's really out here wearing the heron necklace, practically declaring that he's been thinking about kit for the whole time they were apart *cries*

kit’s herondale ring. yes, i am watching u.

hyperfocusing on kit’s dimple don’t mind me -> but where. is. his. freckle? i’m sad

[side note] i knew kit is the type to wear ripped jeans, i knew it.

i'm excited to see if i'm right about some of these theories once the book actually comes out! i just hope it gets here quick! HURRY UP RELEASE DATE!

[ravenbloodshot]

Kim Young Dae (Actor)...Red + Green Flags

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He may curse like a sailor, hard for him to hold back his words

He's quite manipulative and may be the type to take advantage of others weakness for his own benefit

He could have a hard time holding himself accountable for his wrongdoings (or just bad at admitting his faults). Also, he could not like criticism of any kind

He may be the type to run from his problems (could lead to addcition) and unnecessarily feel bad for himself when he's the problem (like if you called him out for doing something wrong, he could start saying self depreciating things like "ik I'm a fuck up" which is sort of manipulation and how he truly feels mixed together. In the end he could get free from accountability if the person starts to pity him or feel bad for him)

I don't think he handles confrontation well at all. He's not good at arguing and he can't convey his point of view well whatsoever (like the type of guy to not speak coherently when he argues or mumble his words a lot). I definitely think he uses a sweeter/harmless image to get away with a lot of things (like giving puppy eyes 🥺, hoping the person pities him enough to forgive him)

He's too nostalgic and up in lala land (Pisces tings). He also idolizes/glamorizes other ppls lives too much (its like he thinks the things he sees on Instagram is all real and he ends up feeling bad for himself or catching FOMO when he sees ppl on Instagram supposedly living their best life). Basically he has grass is greener on the other side syndrome

In love: He has codependent tendencies and is too clingy, has abandonment issues and runs from the relationship when problems arise. He also could love others more than they love him and stay in such a relationship, maybe due to fear of being alone (not really the kind of guy to catch onto hints that his crush doesn't want him, you literally have to spell that out to him)

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He's good at getting rid of ppl that aren't serving him and that are just using him, his intuition is pretty strong so it could lead him away from bad ppl when he listens to it

He could be pretty good at reading ppl or their energy (could do well as a tarot reader), like he knows when the ppl around him are in a bad mood and can read others wants/wishes well.

He's not one to baby others, he's good at reassuring and advising but he won't coddle you. He's more of a "lick your wounds so you can get up and fight at life another day" type of guy so I do think to his friends and loved ones he can be very helpful to them when their down n out

Youngdae is quite sarcastic and a jokester, he could be a very entertaining guy to be around and knows how to uplift the energy in a room (he could be the type to show his true feelings through jokes, others may not be able to pick up on it though if they only take his jokes at face value)

He lives in the present and has no problem putting his phone away, going on long drives to release himself from social media and the internet (which I think is good for him since he doesn't have a healthy view of those that floss on social media and protray a fabulous life). He is really good at "being there" with those that he's with, he doesnt look through his phone while at a dinner with friends/lovers, instead he's fully present and there with them, engaging with them

I'm getting the vibe that he loves music but he sucks at making music (could be a bad dancer, bad singer, lack of rhythm). But he does laugh at himself and make jokes about his musical faults

In love: he's very loving and sweet to his partner, loves to flirt and entice them. He can be very affectionate and touchy, gentlemanly as well but he may lose his manners when he gets too excited. He loves to be asked out and confessed to, he's just a sweet and romantic guy when in love

Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine is a song that fits this readings energy

[adultingcosplaying]

IT'S THEIR FAULT!!!

....sheesh, that was unnecessarily accusatory, but I'm sure it piques the curiosity of anyone to know what (or who) drives anyone to cosplay the characters they... cosplay. It might be an equally unnecessary thing to share, but as someone whose time is now mostly dedicated to being a (somewhat) useful member of society, I will 100000% drop everything to yap about the characters I have (and will) attempt (attempted and/or attempting) to cosplay.

I do have an inclination to prefer male anime characters, given it's relatively easier for me to match my personal fashion tastes with theirs. I find it difficult to do so with female anime characters before (exemption on the seifukus bc that was my favorite) since I actually rejected femininity growing up; viewing it as garish and time-consuming to do. Ofc, it's a different case now, and I am making amends with my little self and healing her by making my current self the prettiest princess ever.

That being said, my initial preference with cosplaying male characters still wins these days, but perhaps a good consolidation to it is that I prefer characters who take more androgynous appearances; ones that can confuse the normal person's eyes when seen strutting around the mall (I think this is the mission God gave me before sending me to Earth.) So characters with long hair are an immediate check for me.

Edward Elric is already a fine choice since I see myself in him physique and personality-wise: short, hot-headed, and unstoppable. These, alongside the fact that he's a great character from a great and beloved franchise, are the reasons why he's in my list.

Perhaps a semi-spoiler to the next few ones you'll see around here will be characters sporting blond hair! You may attribute it to the fact that I currently only have one blond wig to work with and frankly speaking, it can be surprising how many blond characters I know and adore to my core. In the meantime, I have listed many anime characters who are boosting me to continue:

•Grell Sutcliff (and tbh everyone from the Black Butler franchise) - all of them are beautiful to the point I cry every time I rewatch the show.

•Leviathan from Obey Me! - lovable nerd and bc I have a wig that can go well with a fem! version~ though ngl otome fantasy games and their lovely costumes somehow deter me from trying to cosplay them bc it's quite complex, but I really love the Obey Me! cast and I miss Levi

•Hitoshi Shinsou from MHA - idk man, I loved Shinsou's character the moment he appeared in S2. Haven't seen him in the recent seasons, but ik he rocks!

•Caren from Mermaid Melody! Pichi Pichi Pitch - also bc of the wig lmao bUTTT I'M REWATCHING THE SHOW AND I REALLY WANTED TO BE A MERMAID NOW

•Hijikata Toshirou from Gintama - .... I have a short black wig aaaa okay but to be fair, Toshi is like a failure of a man and I totally relate to him being a formidable person but also a nerd so yeah, I will!

•Shinobu Kocho from Demon Slayer - milady deserved so much T^T

wait.....

[phagodyke]

my graduation is supposed to be in august + im requesting to graduate in absentia but i feel terrible abt it bc im not telling my parents 😑

[nottsangel]

okay so ik you said you're looking for new shows to watch, and I have some recs:

-surviving summer (its a rlly cute show)

-umbrella academy

-riverdale (still dk if I should have put this on here bc this show is UNNECESSARILY long but still pretty entertaining if you wanna binge)

-jane the virgin

-Maid (there is dv in this show so if you dont prefer that stuff then I wouldn't recomend)

-jujusu kaisen (idk if you watch anime or not but this show is one of my favs anime wise)

-Heartbreak high (not for everyone but I rlly enjoyed it)

-the walking dead

I can totally recommend more btw! I LOVE talking to people about shows and movies. I literally LOVE your blog but im low key scared to send in asks n stuff so this is a lil out of my comfort zone but you also seem like a really genuine and fun person to talk to 😁

And I would love talking to u abt some of the shows I mentioned 🤭

ANYWAYSSSSS LOVE UUUU

omg aww baby please don’t be scared !!!! you can always talk to me !!! and tysm for sending me this, so sweet of you ily!!! 💕

the only shows i’ve watched on here are riverdale (like the first two seasons way back but then it got weird) and the walking dead (until like season 6 and then i got bored). i’m interested in maybe watching jujutsu kaisen, i remember when living in japan everyone was obsessedddd with it so it must be very good !!