#and my galaxy earbuds

[psykopaths]

Can you please compare your hand size to an object

[iz-belljolie]

Nerd!Art x reader

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕟, 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤ᯓ★

6:03 p.m.

You knocked on Arts door, standing patiently in the hallway, swaying your body slightly as you had a tote bag slung over your shoulder and a gift bag clenched in your hand. Just a moment later Art opened the door, wearing just his Stanford tennis shirt and shorts, his hair a mess and his glasses placed low on the bridge of his nose.

“Hi!” He said excitedly, stepping aside so you could come in. Art had a single room with just his twin sized bed in the corner, a perk that came with his scholarship.

“Hey” you said, smiling brightly as you stepped inside the room.

You walked over to his bed and set down your tote bag as Art closed the door and turned around to face you. He watched with a soft grin as you walked up to him with the gift bag held out in front of you.

“Here you go! I bought it yesterday when I was out with my friends, it made me think of you.” You said, smiling softly.

Art chuckled and grabbed the bag and placed it on his desk before reaching inside and taking out the book that was inside. His smile grew.

“Stargazers guide to the night sky” He read the title. “I love it!” He exclaimed, flipping through the page.

He turned to you and grinned widely. “Thank you!” He giggled and walked towards you and hugged you.

Your arms wrapped around him and squeezed.

“Your welcome.” You giggled. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it” He mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your body.

He pulled away and cupped your face, kissing your nose.

“Let’s go look at the sky, It’s nice and dark now.” He said, looking all giddy like he always did when you guys were about to look through his telescope.

You hummed and pet his head.

“It’s cold outside grab a sweater.” You said out of concern.

6:30 p.m.

You two were outside the dorm building, a quilt set up on the grass with some snacks laying on it. You were sitting criss cross apple sauce on the quilt, while Art was distracted by his telescope. As soon as he looked through that lense, everything else disappeared except what appeared in front of his eyes.

Ever since you’ve met him he’s always had some type of obsession, or hyper fixation that became his entire world.

When he fell in love with you, he realized he could have two obsessions at the same time.

For the past year, it’s been astronomy. Which has been enjoyable for you as well since you got to learn all these cool facts, stargaze, and look through the telescope he got from his grandmother on his birthday.

“Baby look at this” He murmured, glancing back at you.

You stood up and walked over to his side and looked through the eyepiece as he moved away. You could see the planet you knew as Venus, the planet of love as Art told you. Venus has been Arts official favorite planet.

“It’s beautiful Art, really beautiful.” You said softly, a smile on your face as you backed away from the telescope.

7:15 p.m.

After some time Art disassembled his telescope and put it into its box before laying down with you on the quilt, cuddling up to you for warmth. One arm was swung over your body while he other arm as tucked against his chest. His head nuzzling against your shoulder as he hummed softly.

A moment later he could feel you putting an earbud into his ear, the sound of “Pluto Projector” by Rex Orange County, filling his ears.

A small baby smile appeared on his lips. He could feel your hand stroking his curly locks as gently as possible.

“You could add up all the planets and the stars and galaxies in the universe and that still wouldn’t amount to how much I love you.”

He whispered into your ear, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“I love you Art” you whispered as your eyes began to droop.

“To Venus and back.”

[byhees]

is it love?.

엔하이픈 성훈 ・ female reader + word count 500 genre fluff high school au potential friends2lovers warnings not proof-read mention of ‘god’, ‘stupid’ — more

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no, sunghoon swears to himself that he doesn’t like you in that way; you’re just a friend to him. or rather, a best friend, but that doesn’t make a difference, right?

he just has a preference for nightly phone calls with you— only you. as if on automation, he finds himself scouring the school grounds for you, hoping to blurt out a random question just to snag a few more minutes with you.

it’s totally not exclusive that he allows you to borrow his ‘out of bounds’ hoodies, to share his cherished snacks with him, to poke his cheek, or brush a tiny strand of eyelash hair off his face.

yeah! he’d dash out of campus, purchase heaps of medicine and comfort foods, book the nearest taxi, and stay overnight to take care of a sick friend; of course, he’d do this for anyone.

sunghoon simply shakes his head at the winding train of thought— it’s stupid.

“hey, isn’t that yn?”

the mere mention of your name smacks the mental dissent right out the window. sunghoon’s head snaps towards the right, and he spots you, wired earphones shoved into both ears, hands busy with rearranging the contents of your locker.

“she’s been lookin’ really pretty, don’t you think?” pretty? that’s a severe understatement.

as sunghoon glances back at your direction, he starts to feel a little strange; why’s the light illuminating above you stronger than before?

closing the locker door, you turn on your heel, eyes interlocking with his.

sunghoon’s brows furrow slightly, and he cocks his head to the side. your eyes; it’s as though they transformed into twin orbs of celestial brilliance, its pair being incomparable when put beside the galaxies painted above, the sparkles twinkling beneath them brimming with a tint of pleasant surprise.

the smile that grows on your lips; if possible, it bores the warmth of a summer’s embrace, the kind that would be capable of setting the world ablaze with effervescence. if possible, it bores the airiness of a spring day, speaking whispered promises of tenderness.

you; it should be impossible, how you looked as though you were a delicate petal, kissed by morning dew.

oh my god. what’s wrong with you, sunghoon.

as you skip towards him, hand reaching to take off the earbud, music still blaring from the tiny device, you sing a short, “morning, hoon!” oh god, get a grip!

your voice; it sounds like a dulcet serenade in the midst of chaotic chatter and cacophonous laughter. albeit short, the two words that you uttered felt like a fragile butterfly taking flight, fluttering about lightly in the air.

woah.. why’s his heart pounding so damn fast?

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @crxzs @g4m3girl @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sp22sworld networks! @kflixnet @enhanet

[lisascorner]

omg omg omg another hc post?!?!?! in 2 days?!?!?! that's crazy

anyways here's the ninja and what tech they have!

nya

okay i think her battlestation would be like. slightly above average, but she most definitely uses linux since she's too annoyed by the mac price point and windows just didn't do it for her. BUT she has an iphone 13 in blue, duh

i don't think she'd have an ipad honestly...i feel like she just draws all her blueprints for the stuff she makes on paper then scans it because she likes the feeling on paper or sumn...

she probably only has wired earphones and trusts only wired earphones.

jay

jay has like three laptops all for different things and an ipad and a samsung tablet. no way he doesn't have allat to play games on their respective platforms frfr... (e.g. pjsk is region-locked and the japan and global versions of the game have some slight differences, so some people have to log out of their apple ids and change it to a jp one so that they can play the jp version. it was tedious, so jay just got 2 ipads.)

his iphone would be like the midnight blue 13 pro max or something. he'd probably have one of those stupid gaming phones too (he bought one off the market, found that it didn't run properly, and just made another one that actually worked himself. LMAO)

specifically has the apple wired earphones and airpods. i don't really think he's a headphone guy.

lloyd

the green ninja unfortunately does not have the option to buy a green macbook, so he settled with a space grey 13 inch air with the M1 chip and bought a green skin for it. 💀 fortunately, he could buy his phone in HIS green with the iphone 13 pro max once again!

he's not an ipad kid. he doesn't have one, and he doesn't need one. he might have a borgwatch though.

lloyd however IS a headphone boy and he wears sony XM4s like the elite he is. augh.

kai

latest iphone, latest mac, latest ipad, that has red options. nothing else needs to be said for this social media DIVA ❤️‍🔥

airpod pros for this boy. he has red headphones from beats by dre but uses it purely for aesthetic.

cole

the bare minimum. HOWEVER, his phone would be a galaxy S23 bc i said so. and he has nothing earbuds! don't be fooled by the non-apple name those are the same price as a base airpod model i think. yeah but cole mainly uses his phone to browse and listen to stuff, so he's alright. 🙏

zane

i don't really think i need to explain this

arin

he probably has one of those limited edition ninja x xiaomi collabs where there's a subtle design of lloyd's gi (like the armoured robes from s11) or something like that. this guy is too big a fanboy to not have purchased every single thing the ninja were remotely associated with.

he wears bose quietcomfort 45 headphones. HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR

sora

also kind of enough said?? iphone 10,000 or something. or at imperium's rate of technology advancement there won't even be phones anymore. but strictly speaking if we were to talk real world terms she'd probably have an oppo or a vivo (trust me some of these brands from china are ridiculously good and RIDICULOUSLY CHEAP so yeah)

wyldfyre

she would much rather lay in the grass and smell the air than look at a screen. but, in case of emergencies, she has a nokia indestructible.

riyu

he's the ipad kid. he's the one with the 2 terrabyte ipad pro 13 inch 2020 that stores all his shows or something.

OKAY THAT WILL BE ALL! thank you for your kind attention and i shall shrink back into my corner of the internet now

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home : Chapter 28

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: You know Peter is going to get revenge, but how??

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Author’s Note: For my records this chapter ends on day 85 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4,946

The room was still dark when you woke. Nervous energy, along with the aid of an alarm, helped you wake early so you might get ahead of Peter, catch what prank he'd have inevitably set up for you during the night.

You checked everything- your boots for grease, above doors for water buckets (noting the advice Yondu had given you weeks ago about how those had been Peter's go-to pranks on his ship.) You also checked your toiletries for dye, just in case he'd revisit one of your best pranks to try and finally pull it over on you.

However, you found nothing. This surprised you, but you suspected maybe he wasn't so motivated that he'd sacrifice sleep to get you back. His revenge must be yet to come.

But it didn't.

At least, you hadn't noticed anything by breakfast, nor after. You kept a watchful eye, but there was still nothing by the afternoon. At most he would grin mischievously at you, or repeat the 'I'm watching you' signal from the day before.

Clearly he was waiting for something, or planning his attack carefully.

Regardless, you knew you needed to get out of the house for your own sanity. Should you stay to keep an eye on him? Probably. Would your absence give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted? Most likely, assuming Gamora didn't reign him in to keep him out of trouble- which she likely wouldn't. Still, you knew you needed a breather before your composure betrayed you. Before your anxiety started to crack your calm faćade and it be known how nervous you were over whatever hellfire would be coming your way.

If nothing else, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.

So, you decided today would be the day you finally check the tunnel, starting with the door behind your favorite tree. This would kill two birds with one stone. You could get in a 'nature walk', and once you reached the cellar, maybe you could take a minute to 'listen in' and see if you could possibly hear any plotting of Peter's plan while he thought you were away...

Checking your boots once again before putting them on, you started to get ready to go out, doing your best to be relatively quiet so no one would notice you getting ready and ask to join you, as certain members of the Guardians had been wont to do lately.

Luckily, everyone else seemed to be busy doing their own thing, either watching TV, playing cards, or lounging upstairs, so no one was around to notice you putting on your jacket in the hall, or making your way to the back door in the kitchen.

Just as you were about to leave, however, you stopped. It occurred to you that leaving without a trace was bound to concern some nosy someones, so you quickly grabbed a notepad from a drawer and jotted down a quick, "Went for walk. Be back later." before setting the pad down on the table. Surely one of them would be able to read it, you knew you'd seen at least a couple of them reading the books from the sitting room from time to time. And if anything happened, you knew they had a SHIELD phone, of which you were sure must have your number programmed into it.

Hopefully they would call you first, and not immediately Fury.

On that note, you put an earbud in one ear and left.

The walk through the woods was blissfully uneventful. You'd missed this; the leaves had changed color and had started to fall, leaving the starts of a beautiful orange and red carpet on the forest floor; the call of a rook occasionally breaching the music from your earbud; the smell of crisp autumn air...

Though, as much as you loved this alone, you couldn't help but think maybe you should offer to bring the others out here, like Yondu had suggested way back -on the same night he had insisted on following you out here. However, even before that night, the others seemed wary of venturing into the woods once they found out there were hunters in here, and that apprehension almost certainly would now be worse seeing as they had witnessed the aftermath of one having accidentally shot you...

Yeah, probably not a good idea.

In what felt like no time at all you reached the spot of your favorite tree. You looked up at it's mossy branches and considered taking a moment to just relax beneath it. Couldn't hurt, could it?

That thought was quickly brushed aside for the reality that you had already been pushing this off for weeks for one reason or another. Well, years actually, if you wanted to get technical about it...

Better to just get to it.

You let out a breath and make your way to the backside of the tree, where the old door was hidden under some brush. The plan was to open the door, and (assuming it didn't fall to pieces right there) climb down into the tunnel (assuming the ladder was still in good condition) and, if neither of those warranted immediate repair, make your way through the tunnel and inspect it all the way to the house, making a list of any repairs needed.

Bending over, you sweep the leaves and other brush away from the door to inspect the wear- only to receive quite a shock once said debris was cleared away.

* * *

Back at the house Peter was in his room, busy trying to think of the perfect revenge prank- but he couldn't for the life of him think of anything good. Also, it was hard trying to think of a 'master plan' that you'd 'never see coming' while you were in the same house, likely watching his every move in anticipation.

When he thought about it, what really was left that the two of you hadn't already done to each other? Fake spiders, dye in the soap, innocent food pranks, 'misplaced' items, etc. He was running out of ideas, and any he could think of just didn't seem good enough to compare with the remote prank. It was too good. And sure, he technically hadn't 'proved' it was you- and yes, he had never been able to find whatever you were using to do it- but he still knew it was you. Had to be.

Regardless, back to planning.

He wasn't going to try dye again- that really didn't work out for him last time. And bucket of water in the doorway just seemed like child's play. Sure, he could put jelly or something in your boots, but would that really be satisfying?

Should he consider teaming up with Rocket? He usually had good ideas? Then again, last Peter knew Rocket and you didn't get along so well- which might go well in convincing him to team up- but also he didn't want to risk whatever Rocket would plan winding up injuring you. Yes, he wanted revenge, but not like that.

Peter sighed. Maybe a snack would help- who can think of master plans on an empty stomach anyway? He stood up from lying on his bed and made his way downstairs into the kitchen. He'd just grabbed a bag of nuts from the pantry when he happened to notice a note on the table.

After a quick read his eyes brightened. So you weren't home... Meaning that plotting- or setting up- a prank would be much easier. It actually opened up a lot more possibilities! What possibilities? He wasn't sure yet, but possibilities nonetheless.

'Oho- leaving was a mistake on your part,' he thought. He could almost see your face now, coming home to find whatever prank he set up for you.

Now all he had to do was think of one...

* * *

You looked down in disbelief, unsure if you were really seeing what you were seeing.

How was this possible? Who could have done this? Why had they done this?

You rubbed your eyes, just to be sure, but nope. The sight before you hadn't changed.

Someone, you didn't know who, had completely replaced the tunnel door. The old, weathered wood with the flaking paint that you remembered was now replaced by new wood, freshly painted in a color that matched well with the soil it lay in.

After the shock had mostly worn, you cautiously reach down to pull the door open. It was heavier than you remembered, and you quickly saw the reason for this was that the underside was now re-enforced with an aluminium frame.

This was certainly alarming. Who the hell could have done this?? No one knew this was here?? Other than you, the only other people who knew of this tunnel's existence were long dead. Not even Fury knew this was here, and he knew everything!

A glance down the hole showed that the door was not the only thing messed with. The stairs, while seemingly not in need of repair, looked a bit too clean for something that had supposedly been left alone for years underground. Could some crazy person have come along and just... commandeered your tunnel? Oh- that wouldn't be good at all, considering where it led to.

You quickly threw the door completely open and shined your phone flashlight down the hole, though it didn't really help you see much further than the floor directly below you. So, cautiously, you climbed down.

Once in the tunnel you debated if you should have closed the door behind you, but ultimately decided against it. If there was someone living down here, you might need a quick escape, considering you didn't bother to bring a weapon with you. Closing the door would only slow you down. If everything went well you'd close it on your way back out.

You shone your light down the tunnel, and for the most part it looked more or less how you remembered. Dirt and stone walls with many wood supports lining the entire length. Further in you started to notice that at least one of said supports looked new. This gave you a bad feeling, because the only way that could happen is if someone had been down here. You certainly hadn't been, not for years now.

You continued on, but realized once you came to the door at the other end leading into your cellar that you had found nothing out of place other than two replaced supports. No other signs of life, past or present.

This was truly bizarre. You debated opening up the door/false wall into your cellar closet for a few moments before carefully pulling it open to view the closet door itself, and then carefully opening that as well, doing your best to be as quiet as possible.

You gave the cellar a quick but thorough look-through, already knowing the door to the upstairs was locked from the other side. If anyone was down here they wouldn't have been able to make it into the house without someone knowing.

Finding no one, and nothing disturbed, you quietly made your way back into the tunnel, making sure to completely close the false wall and door leading into it.

You tried and failed to make sense of it as you journeyed back to the other end of the tunnel. No one else knew about this tunnel. You hadn't told anyone, not Fury, not Maria, you didn't even have any living family that knew about it.

Thoughts swirled in your head the entire walk back. Yondu had been the only one you ever brought out to the tree- could he? No. There's no way. Even if he somehow figured it out on his own, there was no way. Surely you'd notice his absence if he went out there, and where would he had gotten the materials from? He didn't seem to have much interest in your workshop at all.

Wait- your workshop... Could... Rocket-? No. That was even more absurd. Would he have been easier to miss tailing you on a walk to find the tunnel? Sure, but you still knew that even if he had, which you were sure he hadn't, you didn't have any aluminium in your shed, and you had doubts he could have pulled the wood out there unnoticed, or without help. He was a raccoon after all. And none of them could just leave to get more materials on their own. So it couldn't have been any of them.

Crawling up out of the tunnel you thought about how Fury found your home despite it supposedly having been kept off the books. He was Fury, and he knew everything. Is it possible that this also included the secret tunnel on your property? They had said he had vetted your property for weeks beforehand.

But he'd never said anything-? Though you supposed that wouldn't be unlike him. And if he did know, why only recently repair it? When you had been out here weeks ago to look at it, it had still been the same old weathered door. This had to have been done after that.

Is it possible he didn't know about it at first? Could he somehow had found out about it later? Or knew from the beginning but only decided to inspect it recently?

You closed the door and re-covered it with brush.

Ok, even if that was true. Why? And How?

Well, for all you knew he had hidden cameras around your property to keep watch while he wasn't there. If that was true- no. No it couldn't be that, could it? Because how would he know to set them up exactly in this area? Surely not even Fury could manage that.

You racked your brain for answers the entire way home, and the concern must have shown on your face as you came through the back door.

"You alright?" Gamora asked from the table, Mantis sitting beside her.

You blinked a moment before answering, undoing your jacket. "Uh, yeah. Just thinking." Clearly, you weren't going to let any of them in on your discovery.

"About Peter's prank?" Mantis asked. "Are you worried?"

You turn to her and raise an eyebrow, before shaking it off. You had been so busy thinking about the tunnel you had actually managed to completely forget about this prank feud with Peter. So shaken up, in fact, that you hadn't even bothered trying to listen in to see what Peter might be plotting while you were in the cellar, as you had entertained doing before you first left the house. Forcing a slight chuckle you ask, "Oh, has he finally figured out what he wants to do?"

Mantis shrugged. "I have no idea. He keeps saying it's a secret."

"Ah," you smile, shaking your head to appear completely unbothered as you left the kitchen to hang up your jacket and remove your boots. In reality, you were honestly a little worried, but you sure as hell weren't going to let any of them know that.

* * *

Over the next couple days no pranks happened, and you got increasingly paranoid.

You did your best not to show it, but it was increasingly difficult considering you had to constantly watch your back for Peter, and you still had the tunnel situation on your mind.

On the fourth day Fury made one of his visits, and you had to admit it was awkward. It didn't help that Maria didn't come with him this time, having been called away on another duty, as that only made this visit longer, which didn't help with your current stress.

For one, you were nervous the entire time that Peter was going to pull his prank while Fury was there- which wouldn't have been good at all. At one point in the visit you even pulled Peter aside and asked him what he was planning, and that he better not do it while Fury was here. He simply grinned in response and said he'd of course be on his best behavior. Little shit.

You didn't trust it, and therefore did your best to keep an eye on him the entire time.

Then there was also the matter of how you suspected Fury had something to do with the tunnel, but you couldn't just ask him because if he hadn't known about it, he would then. The whole visit was you mostly giving Peter side-eye and staring warily at Fury wondering if he knew, how much he knew if he did, and -if he did- did he now suspect that you knew that he knew by your behavior?

If he noticed you looked stressed he didn't mention it. Was that a sign that he knew? Or just a sign that he just did not care whatever antics might be going on because it was clear much of your stress was aimed towards Peter?

Luckily the visit ended soon enough without Peter pulling a prank to embarrass you in front of your boss, which was a relief. However, that didn't stop the paranoia. In fact, when nothing continued to happen well after the visit, combined with the fact that nothing had happened the past few days, it only made the paranoia worse because you knew the shoe was about to drop eventually.

That night you pulled him aside again, once again demanding to know what he had planned, only for Peter to smile and tell you "Oh, you'll know when you see it," and then walk away with a sinister laugh.

You were fucked.

* * *

Once again you woke early, just as you had the past few mornings in an effort to stave off whatever Peter might have planned. Like the other mornings you checked everything in your morning routine to make sure it hadn't been pranked before using it, and like the other mornings nothing had been messed with as far as you could tell.

You made your way down stairs for a quick drink, considering if you might go back to sleep for a bit, when you stepped in something wet in the kitchen.

You groaned and inspected the damage- apparently just a bit of juice. First your tired mind went to thinking Peter finally pranked you, but after only a moment you realized it wasn't a prank. There was an overturned cup on the counter and you realized the actual culprit was likely just Groot having gotten up for a drink during the night again, and being messy with his cup when he was finished, judging by the fact that there had only been a tiny puddle on the floor that you'd stepped in.

At any rate, this still meant you needed a fresh pair of socks, so after tossing your soiled ones into the washer, you set off back to your room to grab some.

However, you couldn't help but notice that all the socks in your dresser were gone when you got there. Instead of being frustrated, you were actually relieved. Peter must have finally pulled his prank.

You could feel the stress leave your body as you exhaled. This was completely mild compared to what you had built it up to be in your head, but you weren't going to argue. That said, you did still need another set of socks. So, not bothering to close the dresser drawer, you leave the room with the intent to search for your missing socks.

However, no sooner had you stepped into the hall did you hear Peter's voice cry out, "YOU!"

He had exited his room a little before you and caught you just as you were leaving your own, but you only looked at him in confusion. Why was he yelling at you like you had just done something to him? Wasn't he was the one who had just pranked you?

You barely had time to react, but knew your three choices were to stay put, move left into a corner, or move right to head downstairs. Naturally, you attempted the third option, but he was on you too fast, quickly grabbing your shoulder to pull you back with a "No you don't!"

Just as quickly he pulled you into a headlock and started going on about "How dare you!" and something about taking his socks.

You started to protest but only managed out a "Hey!" when he then topped the headlock off with a noogie as you attempted to pry his arm from around your neck.

Before you could get another word in he stopped with the noogie and switched to scratching his fingers at your stomach, resulting in you letting out a stream of surprised laughter as he continued on about the unfairness of pranking him yet again when 'he still hadn't gotten you back for the last prank yet!'

You finally managed to speak again, but the most you could manage was a giggly, "Peter! No!" as your senses were overcome with the ticklish feeling.

Despite this, you couldn't help but think that this was definitely a confusing turn of events. You for sure hadn't done anything to him, regardless of what he was on about, and therefore you definitely didn't deserve this punishment. Fortunately this time you didn't have the handicap of two grown men sitting on top of you, so you were able to get out of his grasp easily enough. In no time the tables were turned and soon Peter was pinned beneath you on the floor with his arms behind his back.

You were just about to give him a taste of his own medicine when it actually hit you what he had said, now that you were no longer being tickled senseless. He'd accused you of taking his socks, but you hadn't taken his socks. He had taken yours- hadn't he?

"Hey- quit squirming! Listen- I didn't take your socks! You took mine." you scold as he did his best to try and turn the tables back in his favor.

"No I didn't!" Peter argued, clearly indignant at being accused.

You raised an eyebrow. "This wasn't your prank?"

"No-?" Peter answered, now fighting you less, and with more confusion creeping into his voice. "Wasn't it yours?"

"No." you respond flatly. "Wait- why should I believe you? I thought you were all about plotting a revenge prank on me? Why shouldn't I believe this is part of it?"

Peter stopped struggling now, and seemed a little reluctant to answer. "I uh... well, I was going to, but I couldn't think of one good enough... I was going to just keep stringing you along until I thought of something, and then I just kinda... forgot about it..." He sheepishly chuckled.

"You fecker- you were 'no-prank' pranking me?!" You started pinching his side, making him jolt with startled laughter.

"Wait-wait!" he pleaded, trying to reason through his laughter, "If neither of us pranked, then who took our socks?!"

You halt your torture. He was right- unless this was part of his prank and he was just messing with you, and/or trying to save himself.

Just then, as if on cue, Kraglin came out of his room looking annoyed. "Which one of ya two took my socks?"

You decided then to release Peter, and you both attempted to clear your names as you stood from the floor.

"I didn't touch them," you say, "I woke up and all mine were gone, look at him." You pointed at Peter.

Peter scoffed. "I didn't do it! I told you I didn't do it! Mine are gone too!"

Kraglin rolled his eyes. "I don't care which one of ya did it, but y'all better return my socks now."

Yondu appeared in the doorway behind him and just stood there, staring the two of you down with a glare that clearly said that he wasn't in the mood to mess around. It was easy to assume his socks were missing too, but he didn't feel the need to repeat what Kraglin already said when a decent glare could do the job.

You held up your hands in a placating gesture. "I can't return what I didn't take."

Peter frowned. "Well I can't either!"

Drax now entered the chat. "Mine are also missing. I would like you to return them, Peter."

Mantis now spoke up from behind you, "I can't find mine either, Peter- Why would you take all our socks?"

A strangled noise came from Peter's throat. "Wha- Why do you all assume it was me!" He then started wildly gesturing in your direction as if to say, "She's right here! Why does no one accuse her!??"

Gamora sighed from their doorway. "Because this type of thing is right up your alley.... and I want mine back too."

"Where's Groot?" Rocket asked, moving past Drax to get out of their room. His fur was messed up on one side of his face as if the commotion outside had only just woken him up. He didn't seem interested in the missing socks at all- probably because he didn't wear any.

"I am Groot!" Groot's tiny voice answered from the staircase, causing all the attention to turn to him.

"A fort? Where'd you do that?" Rocket answered, rubbing his eyes as he tried to fully wake up.

"I am Groot." he bounced excitedly. "I am Groot!"

"Can't it wait til after breakfast?"

"I am Groot!" The tree child now seemed to be pleading, like, well, a child. He turned his attention from Rocket to include the rest of you. "I am Groot!"

You couldn't understand him, but you gathered enough context clues from Rocket's responses to get half an idea of what he wanted.

"Sure, buddy. Let's go see." Peter answered, clearly happy for any distraction that took the heat off of him.

To your surprise, everyone else moved to follow- so you did too. Whether it was genuine curiosity or peer pressure that made you do so, you weren't quite sure at this point.

Little Groot lead you all into the sitting room to show you his "fort."

At first you were confused. You expected to see your sofa cushions pulled off and made into makeshift supports for blankets, but you walked in to instead see the sitting room was as clean as it was left the day before.

Then Groot motioned for you all to look behind the sofa, and it cleared up multiple questions from that morning. Firstly, where his 'fort' was. Secondly, you all got to see where all your socks had gone.

Admittedly, his 'fort' was actually kinda impressive, and you found that you weren't even annoyed by the revelation that he had taken everyone's socks to build it. It looked like he had somehow managed to make it two stories, and it even had a wall going about it- all made from twisted together socks and what looked to possibly be some wooden spoons from the kitchen.

"Hey, he's the one who took all our socks!" Drax declared redundantly.

Peter rolled his eyes at him while Groot said, "I am Groot!" indignantly at Drax.

Gamora knelt on the floor to speak to Groot. "Yes, and it's a lovely fort- but you shouldn't take other people's things without asking, ok?"

Groot nodded, almost solemnly. "I am Groot..."

"Yeah buddy, time to give the hummies back their socks. You had your fun." Rocket told him firmly, but followed it up with, "I'll teach you how to build a better one later that doesn't smell like feet."

You wrinkled your nose at that. Hopefully Groot had only taken the clean ones, but just in case you'd probably be throwing yours into the wash once you got them back...

While you waited for Groot to untangle all the socks you and Peter retreated into the hall, both only half-willing to apologize for accusing the other.

"So, um... Guess we could call it a draw? I guess I technically got you back with the 'no-prank' prank. I mean- you did look pretty stressed the last few days." He grinned wide, seeming satisfied with himself.

You weren't about to argue, it was better than worrying about what he had planned, and if he'd execute it in front of your boss. Without admitting to it, however, you reply, "Yeah. Let's call it a draw."

He poked you in the stomach, making you twitch. "Admit it first. Admit I had you stressed and then we'll call the truce." He crossed his arms and grinned at you smugly.

You glared at him, and weighed your options. You could refuse on grounds of pride, and risk him taking it as a declaration of war. Or, you could give in, and save yourself all the trouble that usually came with one of your prank wars.

The answer was made up for you, when you noticed Yondu standing in the doorway behind Peter, clearly having listened in, now staring daggers into both of your souls at any prospect that another prank war might be started when it could be easily avoided at just the cost of your pride.

Concerned that he would find a way to make your life hell, and realizing that he was honestly probably scarier than anything Peter could throw at you, you rolled your eyes and gave Peter an answer.

"Fine. I 'admit it.'" You held out your hand, telling him this time you would shake on it.

Peter grinned and accepted your handshake. Before he left, however, he paused just long enough to whisper some infuriating parting words into your ear, "Told you, I'm the prank master!"

[danieleansworth]

(Open Starter)

Date: Late March, 2023 Location: KBW - Observation Room

So far, working on a smuggling ship was shaping up to be a deeply confusing experience. It was quite thrilling (in a terrifying sort of way) to be able to say now that he had been to Earth, though the trip had hardly seemed focused on smuggling at all - instead, the crew had gone to see... a concert? Daniel had never heard of My Chemical Romance prior to joining up on the Prosperity, but he could now safely say that some of their music was a little frightening. He’d quite liked some of the theatricality seen on stage though, so it had been a good experience overall. Until the subsequent realization that the crew had accidentally smuggled a human, somehow. That had led to several days of solid panic, during which Daniel’s primary focus had been getting through the day with his work done and sanity in place. Knowing that there was some sort of plan that seemed likely to keep everyone out of jail had helped on that front, at least enough that he was able to start enjoying life somewhat again alongside being terrified of the turn his had taken.

Being at the Kuiper Belt Waystation again helped as well. It wasn’t solid land, not even close - but still, it was quite nice to have a bit more room to move around as compared to the typical living and working space on the Prosperity. With the plants on the ship tended to and the cleaning that was his responsibility done, Daniel had a bit of time to himself, and so he made his way over to one of the KBW’s observation rooms - viewing the galaxy was one of the activities at the waystation that was in the range of what he could afford (free). Better still, there was a good amount of open space - and with the smuggling event over, he had the observation room to himself for the time being. After looking out at the stars for a bit, he got out his comm and began playing some of the Taylor Swift music that Ryder had shown him, through his earbuds so as not to be a disturbance. Truly though, there wasn’t anyone around... maybe now would be a good time to get some dancing in. With space limited on the Prosperity, he’d have to take his opportunities when he could find them.

The downside to having his earbuds in was that he didn’t notice as quickly as he otherwise might have when he was no longer alone - he jumped, startled when he saw a fellow crew member, and promptly stopped dancing. “Oh - sorry! I hope I wasn’t in your way,” he said sheepishly. He had been between them and the observation window, technically, though there was still plenty of space to see around him.

[ygodmyy20]

🎵, 🐰, 🎧, 🧸, 🦖, 🐸, and 🌸, please?

SO MANY TEXAS hahha

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Odo by Ado hehehe I’m effing obsessed right now

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

I think being genuine is a big thing. I dunno just...be honest with yourself and others. Don't be a jerk? Yeah hahah

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Answered in another one but headphones!

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

I don't nap much soooo my bed I suppose. With the windows open and the fan on.

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Oh I am not sure....probably the Dodo. Because they seemed like they were pretty cool.

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

God I love space. If I could dress in galaxy-themed outfits I would. I need to get my hands on some galaxy sweatshirts, and pants, and shirts, andnnnnnnnnd yes. I want to be a walking space nebula thing!

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

I answered this already too!!

[petalsfm]

if you’re hearing PARANOID by POST MALONE playing, you have to know HUNTER CLARKE (HE / HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the TWENTY-EIGHT year old LAWN CARE TECHNICIAN has been in denver for, like, THREE MONTHS. they’re known to be quite SECRETIVE, but being ASTUTE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble NICK ROBINSON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those THE SMELL OF CIGARETTES AND WEED LINGERING LONG AFTER YOU'VE LEFT, THE ECHO OF AN UNFURNISHED APARTMENT, ALWAYS HAVING YOUR ( WIRED ) EARBUDS IN YOUR EARS, THE FEELING OF THE WIND AGAINST YOUR SKIN AS YOU BIKE AROUND TOWN vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough!

STATS:

full name :       hunter theodore clarke nickname(s) :     n / a birthplace :      montrose, colorado date of birth :       02 / 14 / 1995 parentage :      georgia hansen clarke & jonathan clarke sibling(s) :      n / a relationship status :     single gender identity :     cis man ( he/him ) sexual orientation :      heterosexual faceclaim :      nick robinson

BACKGROUND: ( tw: emotional abuse, running away, homelessness )

never stays in one place too long. honestly he’s surprised he’s been in denver for 3 months. staying places and making connections isnt really his thing

EMOTIONAL ABUSE TW ! grew up with two parents who had more interest in arguing with each other than raising their own son

hunter was not a bad kid by any means, his parents were simply unfit for their roles. becoming parents at the age of eighteen and twenty-three, they were forced into a shotgun wedding and ended up living in a trailer home. neither of them actually WANTED to be parents-- they didn't want to hear any noise, be disturbed, nor did they want to help him with any problem he may have had-- academic or personal

being the cause of many of their arguments was not good for the young boy. hearing the two scream back and forth about who went wrong in what area of raising their son made it incredibly difficult for him to want to stick around TW END !

so, at the age of fourteen he snuck out in the middle of the night ( with nothing but his birth certificate, social security card, and cash he'd stolen from his parents ) in hopes that everything would just be over

he didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t officially start working for another two years so he had to improvise. he began going to different neighborhoods and offering to mow the lawns of rich people with yards bigger than his old house. only a few people said yes, but it was enough to keep him afloat for a little bit. 

obviously, once that money was gone he had to look for some other way to at least keep eating. as stupid as it sounds, he resorted to stealing phone chargers and selling them / phone parts for cheap. iphones and galaxy’s were really gaining popularity back then so he was lowkey making bank

he hated stealing but you gotta do what you gotta do sometimes

he didn't really have enough money to leave montrose for awhile so he just hung around parts he knew his parents would never go to

the one place he could find solace was at the few churches he could find that left their doors unlocked overnight. he'd grown accustomed to being a light sleeper, but being able to lay down in the pews and just close his eyes gave him some comfort.

eventually, though, with his limited amount of money, he was able to go back and forth between colorado and utah, just finding any place he could work himself into

as he got older he got into stealing more things because it was easier than trying to get a job ( which is almost impossible when you have no address ) and was definitely almost caught multiple times

once he got enough money ( and barely missed getting arrested ) he skipped town and went to las vegas for awhile. he thought it’d be easier because there are so many people there and he could start a new life. however, he ran out of money quick and couldnt find anyone. he’ll tell you he likes and prefers being on his own but he’s really bad at life without a little help / push in the right direction

so he’s back in colorado!! he found his way to denver back in june, which seemed like the perfect time to get back into the lawn care business

honestly now ?? he’s tired of stealing so he’s probably just mowing grass and pulling weeds to stay afloat. it's the easiest job he can picture for someone who dropped out in the ninth grade

he never means to hurt anyones feelings but if it happens it happens

doesn’t really apologize lol hes GARBAGE!

never ??? sees when hes in the wrong ??? nothing is ever his fault.

MISCELLANEOUS / HEADCANONS: ( tw: drug mention )

has never spoken a coherent sentence in his life

he probably gives everybody a fake name. it started at first because he didn't somehow want his parents to catch wind of where he was ( not like they'd care much ), but continued as he grew older just because he feels his real name isn't actually that important to learn

he also never remembers the names he gives people. you could be calling "james !!! james !!!" and he'd have no clue you were calling him fjdhgfdkjgh

speaking of names, he's horrible at remembering other people's names. you will have to tell him a hundred times

definitely owns an iphone 8 he bought off craigslist. was mad as hell he had to buy a dongle to make his wired earbuds usable, but he's never letting the wired earbuds go.

also, definitely doesn't have any numbers saved in his phone. every time he gets a text his automatic reply is "who's this?" even if there's text history

he steals shit and barely has money but he’s definitely the type to flex on these hoes! smh probably goes into an expensive ass store and tries on a watch, takes a selfie with it, then says hes not gonna buy the watch. if u ever ask him abt it he says he lost it or he chooses not to wear it bc time is a social construct.

really bad with feelings. like so bad. he doesn’t know them. has never felt an emotion ever, actually.

the least confrontational man on the planet. he hears a raised voice? he's gone faster than you can say the fake name he's given you. will literally never argue and has never argued in his life.

his most prized possession is his bike, which is the one nice thing he's ever bought for himself. he doesn’t even want a car he really does not. he’s such a fuckin loser but he just loves riding all around denver. new route every day.

the only piece of furniture he owns is an air mattress that lays in the center of the living room in his studio apartment.

probably always wearing a hoodie. he likes looking ~mysterious~ cus hes a LOSER

trying to save up his money for vegas 2.0 but definitely spends it all on cigs and weed LOL hashtag grown man things

[bowtied-pasta]

I’m having galaxy brain rn… im so high but just hear me out

A horror movie with a scene in it where a character is wearing some knockoff airpods that have a connectivity light thing that just kinda periodically lights up for like a moment, like flashing.

And this character. Is walking down this dark hall or smth because horror movies gotta be like that. And like, it gives the audience that tension feeling because we can see the bad guy moving around in the background, but the character with the earbuds in cant hear anything over their music.

I think, for added effect, the bad guy/monster shouldnt be easily spotted by the audience, and the music in the characters ears is all we can hear too. And those in the audience that can spot the monster are forced to sit there and wait for the jump, but the ones that can’t see the monster at first or at all, those are the people that’ll give you the genuine reactions.

I’m gonna stop. I’m so rambling rn and my train of thought is shifting.

[taperwolf]

"Truly wireless" earbuds are so anxiety inducing! I had a few sets of the kind with a wire between them — since I can't plug headphones into my phone without an adapter with its own DAC — and was swapping between them, but my sister in law sent us her Galaxy Buds or whatever and when my wife didn't like them, I got them. They sound great, and they've got good battery life, and the portable charging pod is convenient.

But!

I periodically have to take one out to, y'know, interact with people or listen to something else, and once any small object is in my hand, I have a tendency to put it down someplace. I already misplace my phone and my keys this way, and they're much larger and easier to find! I've been lucky so far, but sooner or later I'm going to be restricted to mono.

I tried, once, taking the other one out and playing the phone audio really loud to see if I could find it by ear, but without success; I only found it after that by sheer coincidence. Oof.

[tussive]

I was probably working on a post for like the past hour, just talking about how I Samsung Galaxy Buds and while I love them as earbuds, I don't really like any of the accessories I've found for them, which is very disappointing because I love pointlessly accessorizing ad decorating things. It's just so much fun!

I included at least like 10 images as examples, and i had probably another good 15-20 that I just didn't include because despite everything I'm saying, I was actively making an effort to be less annoying lmoa.

But then I just happened to think to search on Google for accessories, to see if I could find any nicer ones anywhere else I hadn't been and Etsy comes up and as soon as the page loads, I just immediately like all of the lmao. So Ihad to delete the thing just spent an hour working and now I'm sad!

But also I"m happy because now i may be able to get a cute case for my earbuds!

I may post examples, but there's so many to look at now and i want to hurry up and post this so I can start viewing other posts on Tumblr again and i dont' want to open yet another tab because I'm already at something like 300 tabs open lmao.

[to-many-wips]

Chapter 1

“In all of time, on all the planets of the galaxies in space. What civilizations have risen, looked into the night, seen what we see, asked the questions we asked? Are we alone? Is earth the only chapter in the story of life? The answers lie somewhere in distant space- and distant time. For the first time, the truth is finally within our reach. The search will reveal who we are and who we might become—“

“Kya!” The shout cut through the video I was listening to,

I pulled out my earbud but didn’t move from my bed. I lay there and heard for him to continue. When he didn’t, I shouted back,

“Yeah?” No response “Yeah?!” I tried again and sat up a bit and listened, then I sighed and rolled off my bed, forgetting that it was over three feet off the ground, and fell on my face. I got to my feet and tripped over a half-unpacked box on the way out of my new room. It’d been two days since we got all our stuff dropped off at the new house in Jasper, but I was lazy and still hadn’t finished unpacking. I padded down the hardwood hallway with bare feet, the cool wood a nice respite from the oppressive desert heat, and the flooring changed from hardwood to luxury vinyl. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my brother standing in front of a half-unpacked box. He was looking very lost.

“Hey, Kya, do you want anything for dinner?” He asked while examining a mug from the box.

“No, not particularly,” he nodded

“Okay, I’ll see if there are any pizza places nearby then, are you packed for tomorrow?” He pulled out a plate

“Yeah, I’ve got everything packed. Just need to set out clothes,” Alex nodded as he put the plate in the cabinet. I walked up and started to help him unpack. It was just him and me here, but honestly, getting sent to live with my 25-year-old brother was actually pretty nice. While having to switch schools mid-year was not as favorable, but beggars can’t be choosers, can they?

“Have you got your telescope up, or do you need help?”

“I got it all set up,” I pick up a bundle of forks

“Do you have enough space for your physical therapy stuff?”

“Yeah, it’s just mainly bands anyway. They don’t take up a lot of room,” he nods

“I know you can’t train here, but you need to keep your fitness up or else ya know…” I’ll be in pain again, my mind subconsciously finishing the sentence as I put away a mug.

“I think I’m going to go for a run tonight, I can’t vault here, but I can still run,” I pick up a glass

“That sounds like a good idea. You should probably go soon. It’s going to be getting dark,” I open the cabinet and put the glass with the others, and pick up a plate

“Yeah, I think I’ll go now,” I put the plate away and walked out of the kitchen and back to my room. I walk into my room and look around. I see the box with my exercise clothes and dig through until I find a pair of dark ashy purple Capri leggings and a light ashy purple short sleeve crop top that came halfway down my upper arm. It came down just far enough to cover my scar. I picked up my running shoes. They were white with hints of dark blue, coral pink, and turquoise. Why are running shoes always so bright? I thought to myself as I slipped them on. I took my hair and twisted my bangs around the left side of my head and then tied it back into a ponytail. I grabbed my phone and earbuds off my bed and slipped them into my pockets. I pulled 20 bucks out of my wallet and put it in my phone case just in case I needed something on the way back. I double-checked everything and then walked out. I gave my brother a little two-finger salute as I headed out the door, and he returned with a little salute of his own.

“Be back before 8,”

“Mkay!” I trotted out the door and put in my earbuds, and pulled out my phone. I paused and contemplated, podcast or music? I chose music popping on a playlist. A loud drum picks up, and I put my phone in my pocket

You thought nothing could surprise you

You thought you’d seen everything

But you never saw me coming

All eyes on me!

Ready or not!

I start down the street and turn left at the intersection. I let myself get lost in the music as my lungs burned a bit, and I felt my muscles firing. I let my mind wander back to a different street in a different town in a different state, with a different state of company. I turn to ask her a question to find empty space, reality hitting me like a brick wall right no pace partners in Jasper. I turned back to the street and kept running. I started doing equations in my mind in a vain effort to distract myself from any physical or mental pain. I was halfway through figuring out how many minutes were in a year when my ankle rolled and I stumbled. I fell off the curb and hit a parked car. My left shoulder just bumped the car but it was enough, I hissed in pain as all the damaged nerves went haywire from the sudden impact, the scar tissue a weird mix of numbness and fire. I sit up, hand on the painful angry scar, and look at the car I hit. It was a yellow muscle car with black stripes. I check my ankle and see it’s fine and stand up and try to put weight on my ankle. At first it’s tender and it gives way slightly, my hand automatically reaches out to find something to balance on. I find the back of the car and slam into it a bit, an emblem I didn’t recognize bit into my hand.

“Oh damn, sorry,” I said to the car, then mentally chastised myself for apologizing to inanimate objects again. When I tried again my ankle didn’t buckle and I started to walk, testing it to be sure. Even I decided it was okay to run on it again and pick up a light jog.

I ran out of the neighborhoods and started along the road, some trucks drove by but overall the road was pretty empty. I came up on a dry concrete river bed, I turned right and ran along the top of it. I saw almost no one my entire run, it was like Jasper was a living ghost town. My heart ached as I ran along the red and orange dirt, I longed for the fresh crisp air as I ran through the trees of point defiance. I shook the mental image away and noticed I had inadvertently circled back to the neighborhoods. I ran in but realized I had no clue where I actually was. I looked around and didn’t see anyone. I walk down the street and see one person. I see a boy about my age with dark hair walking towards me across the street. I take out my earbuds and suck in a breath.

Time to meet the neighbors

|-o-|

I was minding my own business walking home from Raf’s when I met her

“Hey, excuse me?”

My head snaps up and I looked around when I spot a girl about 6 inches shorter than me and at least twice as tan with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail but it was fancy somehow, her work out clothes and obvious sweat betrayed her going anywhere fancy though

“Uh yes?” I was confused on why she was talking to me

“Hi I just moved here and uh I’m lost,” she said almost sheepishly “Can you give me directions to 19th?”

“Oh yeah i'm actually walking that way too, so if you want we can walk together instead of awkwardly walking the same direction,” I said beginning rubbing the back of my neck in a vain attempt to quell my rising anxiety, she laughs and says

“Yeah that’d be preferable,” she stuck out her hand

“Kyanna but you can call me Kya.”

“Jackson but you can call me Jack .” I introduced myself

“Nice to meet Jack,” we start down the street “so I’m assuming you're also in high school?”

“Yeah I’m a sophomore, you?”

“I’m a sophomore as well, anyone to watch out for?” My mind automatically flashes to a bright red head of hair

“Oh that’s easy, his name is Vince and he’s—“

“A total asshole?”

“Yeah exactly!”

“Every town’s got one,”

“Yeah he takes up the space for two though,” I sigh

“Damn,” silence followed for a minute, my anxiety rose in the silence so I asked

“So why’d your parents move you to the middle of nowhere Nevada?”

“Ah no parents just me and my older brother,”

“Oh sorry,”

Oh now you’ve done it idiot!

“Nah It’s fine, besides I can see the stars way better here anyway”

“You like space?” I ask slightly absentmindedly

“An maith liom spás?” I was at first confused, used to only hearing people switch to Spanish occasionally, and this was not Spanish. I look over to see her roll her eyes a bit then jump and say “Fuck yeah!” Pumping her arms, I stepped back surprised “I wanna study astrophysics and maybe even go to mars!”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she paused as if pondering something. “Do you believe in aliens?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the question,

Aliens, why did she have to ask about aliens!

“I mean It’s just as hard to believe they aren’t out there as they are,”

“Exactly! So what, we don’t have any evidence proving that aliens exist, we also don’t have any proof that they don’t exist!” She say exuberantly

“I mean yeah they could be out there but I doubt we’ll see any in our lifetime,” i said trying to reel her in

“Yeah you're probably right,” she looked down at her shoes, seemingly disappointed?

“But ya never know right?” I said quickly, she looked up a smile on her face

“Yeah you're right! You never know!”

Oh god she’s like Miko, she’s gonna discover the autobots through sheer optimism!

We turned the corner and she seemed to recognize something,

“Hey I recognize this one!”

“This is 18th, I live here,” I motioned to a house behind me. I turn and start up the driveway when Kya shouts

“Hey, we should exchange numbers!” She stands awkwardly as I turn around then adds “ya know if you want?”

“That sounds like a good idea, let me just grab my phone I left it inside,” I approached the garage door and she followed up the drive, the garage door started to open. I saw Arcee sitting there same as always

“Holy shit!” She said I turn “That's the most beautiful bike I’ve ever seen!” She rushed inside “now this is a bike! She’s so gorgeous and sleek! Jack if your bike was a person I’d say she’d be really fuckin hot.”

“She?” My heart just about lept in my throat when Kya said she

“There’s no way something this naturally beautiful is anything but female! No offense.” Breath returned to my lungs and my heart beat again

“None taken,” I chuckled trying to blow off the near cardiac arrest I just went through , “I’ll be right back,” I headed into the house to grab my phone and was back in less than a minute, we exchanged numbers quickly.

“Thank you again Jack, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said simply

“Yeah I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” she waved and walked out of the garage. As soon as the garage door Arcee said

“You sure know how to pick ‘em don’t ya,” Arcee rolled forward a little bit. “I could hear her around the corner, how'd you pick up the cute alien fanatic?”

“She just moved here with her brother got lost—“ just then what Arcee said registered “Hey! I literally just met her 15 minutes ago!”

“Eh I’m just teasing, but honestly an alien fanatic?”

“She’s more of a general space nut loves astrophysics,” I sigh and walk towards the house “anyways I have homework so I’ll talk to you later”

“Talk to you later.”

[shepbal]

tagged by @basket-of-loquats tyy 🥺💕❣️💞💗💖

wallpaper • song • last saved image

wallpaper from Samsung Galaxy earbuds theme thing

song... honestly idk if this even counts bc I play music while I sleep and I was possibly asleep by the time this came on lmao

and last saved image is an amazing artwork by @/sanchos_o on Instagram to go into my Style Inspo folder u_u 💜💜💜

tagging @amethystbats and @steverin0 if they want but uhhh idk I don't think I post enough to have friends on here so uh ._. yeah if anyone sees this who wants to, take this as a personal tagging 😎👉👉

[merlilica]

For the ask game you reblogged I’m going for ivy, taro, orchid and edelweiss (you don’t have to do all of them if you don’t want to). Besides that, I hope life has been kind to you and that you are doing well! 💖

Ooo these are tough and under a cut because I like to talk a lot

Ivy: what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

When I talk i use my hands a lot so I know that when I’m excited I like. just go EVERYWHERE. I have hit multiple people and I feel so bad about it. when I’m happy about something I have caught myself hand stimming a few times/jumping up and down.

Usually when I’m tired/done in a conversation I just completely tune out and space so far I reach the andromeda galaxy lol. If it’s way too much I’ll put in earbuds because a solid consistent bass/beat gives me a kind of undertone to focus on.

Taro: if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

I really hate to say this but I probably wouldn’t respond. I am uh. Very Not Social. Phone calls/texting/emails kinda freak me out because I can’t read the conversation as well.

If someone came up to me in person though, I’d definitely respond. Probably just say like hi, how’s it going, still working at [place], how’s [university] is it fun, etc.

Orchid: what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

Bear with me because I’m about to show my whole soul here. Ik it’s like cringe or whatever but I’m cringe and I am free. Imagine dragons Amsterdam. I listened to it when I was like 15 and cried. Very personal song to me.

I’ve also gotta say some weathers songs of course. Rehab, Umbrella company, sucker, casual mondays, shallow water. Not in any particular order but I did make about 36 gifs from the rehab music video so I think you’ll know which one if my favorite. I wish wish wish I could add carsick because I SCREAM it whenever it comes on my playlist but there’s one. single. line. That I just don’t like. Yes it’s the words cut like a knife line.

Everything else about that song is stunning though. 10/10 would destroy my vocal chords

Edelweiss: how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

So uh. Bear with me again here. As a kid my username for EVERYTHING was preppycat. It is still saved somehow in my phone’s autocorrect (even though I didn’t have a phone at the time) and I think my early early days roblox account still exists. It was taken from this. I’m so sorry that you had to listen to that.

We travel a few years after that and holy shit the original marvel avengers is everywhere. My friends and I decide to draw each other that cat avengers. Catvengers if you will. We made fun little portmanteaus of our names with avengers characters and/or words related to cats. (I.e. Lokitty. Adorable.)

All that to say it’s like 3 generations of changes from my name with an avenger and a cat, now completely unrecognizable to what it once was. I love it.

Now it’s definitely associated with the semi-persona that goes with it for me. I think “lica” And I don’t think of me watching avengers, I think of some funky little [gender] with a mask and some suspenders.

Thanks for asking because I had a great time completely exposing myself to the world lmao. Hope you’re doing well also and be sure to drink water and have some snacks!!

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[maryellencarter]

I blame Apple. Friggin everyone at this homeless shelter blasts their music/tiktoks/audiobooks/etc, and my theory is that this shift in society is because, starting with the iPhone 8, Apple stopped putting headphone jacks in their phones. Presumably this was to sell more Airpods. Samsung copied this move the next year (ish) to sell more Galaxy Buds.

Because the minimum effort and cost to use headphones was suddenly so much higher -- you had to buy and keep track of the little "plug your headphones into the power socket" adapter, or buy and charge Bluetooth headphones -- an enormous proportion of people suddenly went "fuck it" and started just playing their music on speakers. Then, because phone speakers are kind of crappy, demand for Bluetooth speakers skyrocketed, and now you can literally buy a Bluetooth speaker at Walmart for cheaper than either a set of Bluetooth earbuds or a set of wired earbuds plus the adapter doogly.

And now we've got people walking around thinking it's somehow socially acceptable to say "I have a right to blast my music and if you don't like it you should put in earplugs".

We failed as a society when everyone stopped wearing headphones.

[lgcminkyu]

samsung contest : vlog.

The vlog opens with Minkyu strolling down the street, the city buzzing softly around him as he makes his way toward the Legacy Agency building. The selfie stick allows for a smooth, effortless shot, framing his profile - the sharp lines of his jaw, the way the morning light catches on the sleek silver Galaxy Buds nestled in his ears.

A quiet hum drifts from his lips, his voice blending with the faint melody of his favorite IU song. Then, as if suddenly aware of the camera, he turns with a bright grin, lifting a hand in an easy wave.

"Morning, morning, everyone!" His smile widens, eyes crinkling with a warmth that feels effortlessly inviting. "Did you know? Starting your day with good music can set the mood for everything that follows. That’s why you’ll never catch me walking without my Samsung Galaxy Buds." He taps the earbud in demonstration, expression playful yet sincere. "I'm definitely in the best mood for working today!"

The screen cuts to black for a fraction of a second before transitioning into the next scene. Now, Minkyu sits alone in what appears to be a conference room, the space quiet save for the rustling of papers and the soft sound of his own voice as he rehearses.

Scripts and notes are scattered across the table before him, the earbuds still in place as he sings through his solo from The Hidden Enemy musical. Even now, the success of the show feels surreal, the doors it has opened overseas an opportunity he never takes for granted.

Eventually, he pauses, shifting his attention to the camera, his expression softening.

"With the musical doing so well, I want to keep giving my best, to make every project I take on just as meaningful, just as successful." He dips his head slightly, cheek resting against his palm, and suddenly, it’s as if there’s no screen between him and the viewer. The way he looks into the camera; gentle, familiar, as if he’s speaking to just one person; makes it impossible not to be drawn in.

"You'll always be there to watch me, right?" His voice is honeyed, teasing, and just as the words settle, he seals the moment with a sly wink before the screen fades out.

The next scene opens with Minkyu on his way home, earbuds back in place, the world winding down into the evening. He lifts a plastic bag, giving it a little shake as if to showcase the contents inside.

"Nine hours of practice," he sighs, before breaking into a knowing grin. "I'd say that’s earned me a reward: instant ramen." A quiet chuckle escapes him, light and playful. "I'll make sure to enjoy it for you."