#anyway this is the best recording i could get

[voxslays]

Radio Booth Nuisance ~ Alastor x Reader

In which >>> You decide to break one of the Radio Demon’s rules and get punished accordingly….

Warnings: Smut, AFAB Reader, Dub-Con??

1.3k Words. Lots and Lots of Smut. Bratty Reader. I literally only write Alastor Smut…why? THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP- Enjoy!

Don't go into Alastor's studio if he's on air, it was that simple. Yet, for some reason it was exhilarating to taunt and tease him. You knew he would usually tear apart anyone who would dare interrupt him…but you decided to try it anyway.

"I'm afraid I'm busy!" You hear Alastor holler from beyond the door, the superficial kindness in his tone was obvious. He hates it when people interrupt his work. You feel an odd nervous giddiness going through yourself at the prospect of opening this door. With a sharp intake of breath, you swing open the door and close it softly behind yourself. Though behind him you can see Alastor pinch the space between his eyebrows with an annoyed smile. His chair slowly turns to face you.

"What is it you need, dear?" Alastor asks, adjusting one of the knobs on the recording equipment in front of him to quiet it. His annoyed smile was evident. “Nothing.” You giggle as you run out of the booth. With the thrill of interrupting the Radio Demon, you quickly ran as far away from his recording studio as you could, a smile plastered on your face.

After the broadcast is over, Alastor leans back in his chair and stretches, his joints popping loudly. He gets up and exits the booth, finding you leaning against the wall in the lobby, a mischievous grin on your face. "You little..." He carries off. Alastor's eyes narrow slightly as he approaches you, his hands resting on his hips. "You're smiling like a cat who got the cream." He reaches out and gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. "What are you plotting, hmm?" He looks pissed. 

“Nothing.” You say a little too quickly for your own good. Alastor definitely knew you were lying now.

​​Alastor's grip on your chin tightens slightly, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "Liar." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "You know, payback's a dish best served cold. But I'm feeling quite warm right now..." He smiles, clearly planning something vile and malevolent. “And what is that supposed to mean, Mr. Radio Demon!?” You say sarcastically.

Alastor's eyes gleam with amusement as he smiles, his breath warm against your face. "It means, darling, that I've had just about enough of your teasing and interruptions." He reaches out and grabs you, pulling you into a nearby closet. The closet is dimly lit and filled with old records and props. Alastor backs you up against the wall, his hands on either side of your head. "Now, where were we?" He leans in close, his voice a low rumble. "Oh yes, payback."

​​Alastor's hands slowly trail down your sides, his touch gentle yet firm. He leans in and presses his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses and gentle nips. His hands continue to roam, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "You're playing with fire, you know," He says, his voice almost a whisper, as he leans close to your ear. His free hand reaches up to your face, tracing your jawline with his thumb before tilting your head back. "Oh, I know." You smirk. He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Alastor's hands continue to wander, caressing your chest and abs before they reach the waistband of your pants. He looks at you with a hungry expression, his eyes filled with desire. "I think it's time for some punishment, don't you?" You nod. Your heart racing with excitement and nerves. Alastor's hands quickly work to undo your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. "Good Girl." He praises, his voice low and husky. "Now, let's see how well you can take your punishment." He asserts.

Alastor smirks and unzips his own pants, freeing himself. He lifts you up and presses you against the wall, his hands gripping your thighs. He leans in close, his lips brushing against yours. "Hang on tight." He whispers.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Alastor enters you. He grins wickedly as you gasp and bury your face in his neck. "Shh, we wouldn't want anyone to hear us, now would we?" He starts to move, his hips thrusting slowly and deliberately. You cover your mouth. "Good." he praises as you stifle a moan. "Remember, the more noise you make, the longer this lasts."

Alastor's pace quickens, his breathing becoming heavier as he tries to suppress his own moans. "Alastor... please..." you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to hold back your sounds. Alastor's eyes flash with amusement as he continues to move, his thrusts becoming more powerful. "Please what?" he growls, his voice laced with desire. "Please stop? Or please keep going?"  He leans in and bites your earlobe gently.

“K-keep going.” You huff, out of breath. "Mmm, good choice." Alastor's voice is low and sultry. “But it seems as though you’ve earned yourself a new punishment...” He leans in and whispers into your ear what your punishment was. "Let's hope you can handle it.”

“What?” You ask. "You'll have to keep quiet for the rest of the night, no matter what I do to you. And if you make even the slightest sound, I'll add an extra hour to our…’quiet time’… in the morning." He punctuates his threat with a particularly deep thrust, making you gasp silently. “F-fine~.” You moan. Alastor smirks, pleased with your submission. "Excellent." He continues to move, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and precise. He reaches down and covers your mouth with his hand, silencing any sounds you might make. "Remember, not a peep." He threatens. 

Alastor's movements become faster and harder, his own self-control slipping. He bites his lip to keep from making any noise, his eyes locked onto yours. He knows you're close, and he wants to watch you fall apart silently. "Eyes on me." he growls softly. You lock eyes with Alastor, your breath hitching as you struggle to stay quiet. Your body tenses, your fingers digging into his back as you reach the brink. Alastor's hand tightens over your mouth, muffling any sounds.

Your body tenses as you reach the edge, your eyes fluttering closed. Alastor's hand tightens over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. "No, look at me." he commands, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to see you." Your eyes fly open, meeting his as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body convulses silently, your eyes welling up with tears as you try desperately to stay quiet. Alastor's hand muffles your soft moan, his body tensing as he finds his own release. Alastor buries his face in your neck, his body shuddering as he comes down from his high. He keeps his hand over your mouth, his body still inside yours. "Good girl." he praises softly, his voice ragged. "You did so well." He praises. He carefully sets you down on your unsteady feet, keeping an arm around your waist to stabilize you. He leans in and kisses you gently, his touch tender and loving. "You may speak now." He smiles softly, his eyes filled with affection. "But only if you want to."

“Alastor…I think I'm in love with you.” Alastor freezes, his eyes widening slightly. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, it's a good thing." he says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I know I’m in love with you.” Alastor's smile widens as you pull him close, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He kisses you back passionately, pouring all his love and devotion into it. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his red eyes shining. "I'm yours. Forever. For the rest of our afterlives.”

"And I’m yours.” You say. He scoops you up in his arms, cradling you close. “Let’s go to bed, my love. We have all the time in the world now." Alastor carries you to the bedroom, his heart full of joy and love. He gently lays you down on the bed, climbing in beside you and wrapping his arms around you. He holds you close, feeling your warmth and presence, and finally allows himself to relax, feeling completely content and at peace.

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hi!! Huge fan of your work here!!

Been reading a Gilded Cage and the notepad thing gave me ideas since I thought to myself just how specific can we get with what we ask. And more importantly, what kind of ridiculousness can we as the reader put Jay through trying to get what we put down on here.

Here's a list of what I came up with just to either piss him off or get a good laugh at his expression as to why on earth we'd want something so specific and/or strange:

-The second last most recently used Green Latern Corp ring

- All of batman's left silk socks

- Nightwing's phone records

- *Insert very bizzare and niche painting that not even Batman himself knows what it is or where to even find it

- Poison Ivy's least favourite venus flytrap

- All of Damian's battarangs

-And lastly, a kiss from the Arkham Knight

How do you think he'd react to this list?

Also, I really really really love your work!! You and a few other blogs are part of the reason why I've gotten back into writing but I'm too shy to post anything just yet.

Xoxo

Rosa🧸

Hi, Rosa! Thank you! I'm so happy to hear you've gotten back into writing! Best of luck with your work. 💙

Now, allow me to ramble for a moment; anything you write on that notepad is yours. He has a very dedicated team whose one job is to get you your demands within twenty-four hours. And anything they can't get? He does himself.

Batman's left sock? Fine, he has all the codes to get into Wayne Manor, anyway. Green Lantern ring? Whatever, he never liked Hal, and how hard could it be to use one? If you want a specific ring, he'll get it.

Nightwings phone records? Love, he's been monitoring those for months, how far back do you want? A lost painting? If he can't find it, he'll employ someone who can. There's tons of people out there, magic user or not, who have the skills to find it for the right price. It's not like he doesn't have the cash to burn.

Posion Ivy's plants? Easy. If it takes a deal or just telling her it's going to a good home, it'll be yours within half an hour. Damian doesn't really exist in this timeline yet, but for arguments sake, he does? He'll grab them on the way out of the manor with Batman's socks. Or if he's gotta knock the kid out and steal his utility belt during patrol, he'll do that.

A kiss? Well, personally, I'd tell you to be careful what you asked for, but he's going to deliver if you've written it down. The Arkham Knight doesn't bat an eye to whatever you write, no matter how ridiculous it is.

[charmsponies]

💜💙🛵 Scooter Sprite Restoration 🛵💙💜

She had: Paint stains, cut hair.

Wip below the cut

The first thing this girl got was a deep scrub to get as much of the paint off as I could

Next up was marking where the hair changes color for later and removing all her hair: Cutting it and then pulling it out with my forceps. However, I ran into an issue that I never have with a My Little Pony Before: Scooter Sprite had a huuuge glob of glue in the front of her forhead that was blocking some of the hair holes. In fact, this glob of glue was so hard it was forming a bump on her plastic:

It was a struggle removing the hair from it (I usually pull the hair from inside the hair, but for that part I had to pull hair from the outside). It was even more of a struggle to try and remove the glue. I chipped at it for hours. Sharp scrapey tools. Boiling it to loosen it. Acetone. Nothing Worked. I don’t dare push my hairing needle through such hard glue (it wouldnt be able to penetrate without breaking the needle, anyways) so eventually I accepted “No one will care if she has a few unhaired plugs by her bangs”

Then the hairing process. Tail, then the hair stripes. Color matched her best I could and used both triple treat and applejack as hair length references. For the record I think these hair colors are firefly, angel and lilac from shimmerlocks. Glue the hair in and put her head back on and shes done :) I’ve had this girl since Christmas of last year but took so long to rehair her cuz I wasn’t sure how to go about the glue in her hair. About time

[curseofaphrodite]

PRE-OWNED RECORDS

Sirius Black x muggle!reader || fluff

summary: the time Sirius sneaked away from Hogwarts to see you.

The thrift store looked as cozy as ever, which was the obvious effect of a place filled with things that people had previously loved. The crooked statues and trinkets near the door, the sound of a Little Richard record playing somewhere behind the back, the huge stack of battered old books — all of them made you excited like the very first time you stepped inside.

You looked at the boy you came with and saw a gleam in his eyes that you haven't ever seen before.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you asked, taking a brown butterfly hairclip from the basket near him. Sirius still hasn't finished taking in the shop's eccentrics.

"It's so cool," he said in awe.

You laughed. You could see why he'd be so surprised. Sirius Black had been homeschooled all his life, or that's what he says anyway. All you know is that your strange, rich, pretty neighbour never comes out of his house unless it's the holiday season. When you ask him about it, he says his mother is old-fashioned and traditional. You hadn't understood what he meant until you saw her once yourself. From her attire to her cold glare, that particular cameo still gave you shudders.

Even the times you do see him, he's covered in leaves and dirt, as if he climbed down the window without anyone seeing. Sometimes you wonder if you ought to get him legal help to get him emancipated. But he never looked physically harmed, but he never looked completely okay either.

Str̥angely enough, your holiday friend wasn't out on a holiday though. This visit was right in the middle of the school year. When asked about it, he said something about apparition or desperation that you just decided not to ask further. He looked particularly worn out that day, so you decided to take him to somewhere he'd never been before, which happened to be a very long list. The thrift store was close, so that's the story of how he ended up gawking at the records beside you.

"Who's your favorite?" you asked, actually curious. Apart from his unusual attire and confused looks when you mention anything from music, you haven't had the faintest clue as to who he even listened to.

"Stubby Boardman?"

You blinked. "Uhm, you mean Buddy Holly?"

"Yeah, sure." Sirius looked more interested in the records before him. He brushed past the unorganized stack with a faraway look in his eyes. He then turned to you questioningly. You jumped a little and looked away because you realized you might have been staring a little too much at him.

"Look at this!" You were thankfully saved by the orange and red album in front of you. You reached for it gleefully, making a happy sound. "I've been looking for this edition for such a long time! Oh, I can't believe they have it!"

"Are they any good?" he asked, matching your level of excitement.

"The best," you sighed, hugging it closer.

This particularly sweet moment was cut short when you heard a small commotion at the front of the store.

Sirius's face showed immediate panic. "I knew that cat looked familiar!" He said, rushing to the cashier's area.

"The cat?" you blinked in confusion, then followed him.

A woman stood in the spot, wearing the biggest black hat you'd ever seen. She had small spectacles and smart, shrewd eyes behind them. She looked exhaustingly mad, as if she'd been in plenty of situations like this before.

"I'm still learning the ropes of apparition?" Sirius tried, smiling meekly. "I've no clue how I've ended up here."

"Mr. Black, you've excelled in apparition and rest assured, even the most horrible student wouldn't end up hundreds of miles away from where they are. I'm sorry to interrupt your date but you're coming with me right this instant!"

"Who is this?" you asked. The woman turned her gaze on you, and the wheels seemed to turn in her head.

"Let's go," she said more sharply.

"I enrolled in a boarding school?" Sirius directed the answer at you, though it sounded more like a lame excuse. The woman did not look happy to be ignored. "I've to go now but I'll explain everything when I'm back okay?"

"No, you won't!" the woman said shrilly.

"I'm sorry but you all have to leave," the cashier said, looking like she's had enough. "We don't have squabbles inside the store."

Sirius looked a tiny bit sad. Being unofficially thrown out of the store was not how you thought how the day would go, but you sighed and walked out anyways.

Your phone rang. It was your father, asking you to pick up the groceries on your wy back. By the time you hung up, both Sirius and the lady was nowhere to be seen.

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"You're young and that's a fancy word for naive," Minerva said, walking or slightly running down the hall. Sirius struggled to keep up.

"She's going to understand."

She stopped in her tracks and Sirius almost crashed into her.

"That's not what I meant. How do you think your mother would take the fact that you're friends with a muggle? Let alone more than friends?"

Sirius blushed. "There's not more—"

"Oh, I'm not stupid. But that's not what this is about either. You're bringing her to her doom if you keep visiting her under Walburga's nose."

"She's all I have at that place!"

"That's not true. There's a person in your own house who needs you, but you seem to forget that."

"Regulus is like the rest of them. He's not who he was," Sirius said promptly. His words were harder than before. "If you doubt it, look for the mark in his arm."

Without waiting for her reply, he stormed away. To hell with the detentions, he thought. I have to do one more thing back in my town.

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The next morning, the first thing you thought of while waking up was the boy with dark long curls and brown pretty eyes. You wondered if you dreamt him up.

There was a part of you that wanted to be mad that he left without a goodbye, but you actually didn't mind. Something said he'd be back soon enough.

"Hey kiddo," your dad knocked on your door and walked in, holding something familiar in his hands. "Someone left this at the door. Must be for you."

You gasped, grabbing the red and orange record from his hands.

"How—?"

"There was no note." He shook his head. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a secret admirer. Now come down to the kitchen, we made pancakes."

"I'll be right there," you mumbled, examining the album once again. Once he left the room, you immediately went to the player.

While you took out the record, you noted something eerily familiar to dog hair sticking on the sides.

THE END

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[wispyxjae]

can you do what p1h reaction would be if they heard their partner singing while they were taking a shower/bath? thank youu

how p1harmony would react to hearing their partner sing in the shower

keeho: it would take him a moment to process what he's hearing from the bathroom. once he realizes what he's hearing is your singing on top of your phone blasting music, he would smile to himself, fighting the urge to join you but he'd give in anyway. you'd be so flustered if he just barged in the bathroom that you'd start laughing. "why did you stop singing? keep going!" he'd encourage you. "keeho i'm showering get out!!!" you'd flick water at him in embarrassment to get him away from you, but you'd both just be laughing so much at how ridiculous this situation is. "okay fine, but i want to hear this more often," he insists. you're rolling your eyes at him, shooing him out of the bathroom. he would obey and close the door behind him, but he's definitely pressing his ear against the wood just to hear you sing some more.

theo: he wouldn't bother you in the middle of it, but he'd definitely take note when he heard you singing from your shared bathroom. he'd be on the bed scrolling on his phone and once you walk into the bedroom, towel in hand scrunching at your wet hair, he'd be humming what you were just singing. your ears would perk up, but you wouldn't say anything until he did. you were pretty shy about singing, especially in front of him, and he'd use that to tease you about it too. "well aren't you a big fan of [insert artist here]?" your cheeks would flush red so fast. he could hear you singing?? he's smiling at you while reaching his arms out for you to step into and you'd instantly bury your face in his neck out of embarrassment. "you sounded great, honey," he'd compliment you, finding you absolutely adorable for getting so shy about it.

jiung: oh he'd absolutely melt if you were singing all alone in the bathroom. everyone knows that's where the best acoustics are so he's just glad you're comfortable enough to not care what he thinks about your singing. would sneakily audio record your singing and keep it as a special memento for himself. he wouldn't even tell you that he heard you sing, not wanting to draw unwanted attention knowing you might be shy about it. although he contradicts himself by ending up using it in the background of a birthday post for you. once you recognized the voice as yourself (and not some other girl) you're launching at him, squealing about how embarrassing it is for so many people to hear you in a vulnerable state. he would just laugh at you and kiss you in reassurance. "i love hearing you sing, silly," he'd say between smooches at your face. "but i'm sorry, i'll keep them private from now on," he adds. "just for me to hear, okay?" you nod in agreement. "thank you, ji."

intak: big BIG sweetheart about it. would looove hearing you sing and would shower you in compliments nonstop. "baby, you need to sing more," he's pouting at you while holding you in his arms. "what do you mean?" you ask, unaware and shocked that he had heard you having a concert in the bathroom half an hour prior. "i heard you singing earlier and you sounded so pretty," he's smiling at you before pressing kisses all over your face. "i didn't know you heard me," you muttered, cheeks puffing out in embarrassment. he'd hold your face with both of his hands as he smothers you in pecks. "i did and i wish i could hear you sing more often," he flashes a toothy smile, big round puppy eyes sparkling up at you. how could you resist his request when he was that cute? "whatever you say, handsome," you smile back, unable to deny him.

a/n: this is such a cute request thank you for sending this in! and shoutout to @jiungsdaisy for helping me out with this bc im rusty with writing fluff 😭

[the-clockwork-three]

Day 12: Possession and Mutations

Tags: @charlataninred @rusalkaandtheshepherdgirl @bella-daonna @unseeliethot @grimalkinsquill

Written version under the cut

Dia daoibh, mo chairde! Today we will cover mutations in Irish through the possessive pronouns. Possessive pronouns are my, your, his, her, our, your (pl), and their. In Irish they are: 

Mo, do, a, a, ár, bhur, a

The eagle eyed among you may have noticed that three of those words are the same. How would one tell the difference between his coat and her coat? That's where mutations come in.

Séimhiú:

Also known as lenation in English

A seimhiú is a h that slips just after the first consonant in a word and the rest of the word. This softens the sound of that first syllable, as we talked about yesterday. So “bord” (table) becomes “bhord”, and as séimhiú can also be applied to consonant clusters,  “gruaig” (hair) becomes “ghruaig”. Words starting with L, N, R, H, vowels, and some S clusters (specifically SC, SM, SP, and ST) do not take a séimhiú, however every other letter does. You can remember this by the mnemonic Elenenor (L,N,R).

When do you use a séimhiú? With the prepositions do (to), faoi (under), ó (from), sa (in the) and a few others. Sa becomes san in front of vowels, and because FH is silent and sa gives it a séimhiú, we use san in front of words starting with F followed by a vowel. Eg. sa theach (in the house), san uisce (in the water), san fhuineóg (in the window). They also occur in some circumstances with verbs and numbers. Do not worry about this for now.

What we care about now is how they work with possessive pronouns. Words after mo (my), do (your singular), a (his) all take a séimhiú. For the sake of example I will use the word cotá  which is coat, so my coat would be “mo chota”. Also notice how in yesterday’s seanfhocail, “tinteán” goes to  “do thinteán”, and to open this lesson I said “mo chairde” when friends is normally just cairde. Once you begin to notice how séimhiú works you will see them everywhere, which is good for learning how to use it.

Urú

Or eclipses in English 

An urú is a letter that goes before a word, eclipsing or overshadowing the original first letter. The letter a word takes as an urú is dependent on its first letter. Not all letters take an urú. A mnemonic for remembering urú is given below:

My Brother

Got Caught

Not Doing

Dishes Tonight

Nobody Gets

Blueberry Pie

Before He Finishes

Or for a word starting with B, such as bord, gets an urú of an M, forming “mbord”, so on so forth. Again, this works for consonant clusters too, so gruaig becomes ngrauig. The only notable thing from the mnemonic is the last line, as words beginning with F get an urú of BH, such as “bhfinneog”.

When do you use urú? Well it goes after many prepositions when paired with the definite article “an”. “Ag an” (belonging to the), ar an (on the), leis an (with the), faoin (under the), and ón (from the) all apply urú. Urús are also applied after the word i (in), which like sa becomes in before a vowel. And again, some situations of counting and verbs take urú, however we will come back to this. 

So we use urú when we are talking about ár (our), bhur (your) and a (their) stuff, meaning our coat is “ár gcotá”.

What about a (her)? Well the word just stays the same, so it would be “a cota”.

For words beginning in a vowel, such as “each”  for horse, there are different rules. Mo and do drop their Os and become m’ and d’, forming “m’each” and “d’each”. A (his) does nothing, “a each”, a (hers) adds a “h” to the front of the word “a heach”, and ár, bhur, and a (their) add an “n-” to form “ár n-each”, “bhur n-each”, and “a n-each”.

And what if you wanted to describe possession without a possessive pronoun? How would one say “the man’s coat”? Well, you would say “cota an fhir”. However the word for man is usually “fear” not “fir”. The noun that the object belongs to is put into the tuiseal ginideach, or the genitive case. We have a whole lesson on the genitive coming up so do not worry about it for now. 

Unfortunately, the only way to get good at using mutations is to practice. You will just have to make a conscious effort to notice which words take urú or séimhiú when reading and when writing. 

Final test! If geata means gate, how would you say your (sing) gate, or your (pl) gate. And what does “a geata” mean?

Today’s seanfhocail is “Aithníonn ciaróg ciaróg eile” which means “One beetle recognises another beetle” or “Takes one to know one”. 

I’ll see you tomorrow for the evil, but necessary, world of how to conjugate verbs. Slán libh!

[starflungwaddledee]

some rather strong first impressions were made.

required reading for the magical "voice" headcanon and another for starstruck's signature in particular. asked by @trainerbob23 !

[junotter]

Legitimately can't explain what caused me to get just get really into this hetaliaAU that exists solely in my brain but I couldn't stop

At first it was just imagining like a Japanese woman in kimono in like 19th century New York and then I started thinking about how amazing fem japan is and like then ameripan came in and now I'm like losing it

[coolnonsenseworld]

Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰

linktr.ee/Mezzy

[royalarchivist]

Tina: It smells like [Bagi] in here. Kinda awesome.

Tina: [Sniffs] Mmm. Bagi's smell.

[bonetrousledbones]

yknow guys i have to confess something. aside from the story-relevent details i have fully been making up a Lot of the worldbuilding for ebony's au on the spot this entire time. so aside from the characters themselves the au's basic characteristics are now

underfell-like aesthetics but still very undertale in Mood (more underfell in other aspects that i actually cannot elaborate on lmao)

slightly duller color pallette and also a bit cooler/more Purple

some things are just a liiiitttle Off, including character designs but Especially the names. because i think its funny <3

(NEW!) everyone's design looks sick as fuck. just because

[tapewormsoda]

breakups are so fucking weird. three years and just like that it's gone. huh

[theminecraftbee]

also i'm still more a ygo nerd than a magic one, but i HAVE been playing more magic lately than ygo and also i see a bunch of people who are new to card games being introduced to things like "why do these people enjoy the game differently than me" so i do think maybe you should be introduced to timmy, johnny, and spike,

[nugatorysheep]

Sometimes I think about how, back when the roster was much bigger, me and my old friend group all picked out WTL characters that we thought the others were the most like, and almost universally people thought Druid was the most like me. That probably should've been my first clue that none of them knew a single thing about me, but hindsight is 20/20

I also often think about how, after several days of going through things that had happened to me over the last four or so years, I was told 'You seem like a person who wants to be understood', and it hit me that until then, I had never met someone who ever really got me. Now that I have, I could never settle for less.

[annabelle--cane]

uh oh gang I miss musicals

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

me, listening to a podcast about a guy in prison based entirely on a coerced confession: what do you mean the members of the jury still think hes guilty now that they know about coerced confessions??? did you not hear four police officers interrogating and shouting at a 19-year-old while hes sobbing through a story inconsistent with the actual evidence???? there was no other evidence, how do you still think hes guilty???

me, ten minutes later: ...oh, right. if they say hes not guilty, that means they sent an innocent kid to prison. yeah, now that uh makes sense.