#britney stans

[onyxhotelprince]

Inside Out if it was made in my head.

[roseforviolet]

[myprer0gative]

my comfort human

[cindystor]

Thought this was Britney Spears for a sec

[maeve-14]

Britney is so real

[aspiringtrashpanda]

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME THINK OF RAPHTAN AFTER SEEING NO CONTENT OF THEM 🤬🤬🤬🤬 GRRRRRRR came from shootingstarr hehe anyways GRRRRRDRRRRR 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Raphtan came to @shootingstarrfish and I like some sort of shared fever dream and we woke up like "omg yes."

I cannot for the life of me tell if this is requesting more Raphtan or less, but regardless - HERE ARE SOME 🦔RAPHTAN🐈 THOUGHTS:

(whoops I went to write out some basic thoughts in bullet points and accidentally spit out a drabble, my bad.)

Satan finds Raphael intriguing at first. The moment they meet, Satan experiences a sort of pull towards him, and he isn't sure why. This bothers Satan, of course, because Satan values knowledge. Since making an effort to better understand his feelings with the help of the human exchange student and his brothers, he finds himself frustrated when he can't find the root of an emotion.

Thus, that invisible tether tugs persistently in Satan's mind and he can't for the life of him let it go.

He plays with it for a while, looping it between his fingers as he pretends to read in the library. His eyes fail to absorb any of the text before him, his brain too busy thinking of the newest angel visiting the Devildom. What is it about Raphael? Perhaps it's the strange sensation of knowing Raphael through Lucifer's eyes, but not his own. Perhaps it's the respect that his unruly family shows the young seraph, or the terror that flashes in their eyes at the mention of the punishments they had endured from Raphael in the Celestial Realm. It isn't often that Belphie shudders at the thought of someone out of genuine fear and not disgust or annoyance.

When he approaches Raphael in the RAD cafeteria and startles him as he's debating what snack to purchase from the vending machine, Satan gets it. Raphael nearly jumps a foot in the air - spinning on his heel with sapphire eyes narrowed menacingly, shoulders hunched to his ears and teeth bared in warning - and Satan sees nothing but a cautious stray.

It's amusing at first. Satan starts to notice just how cat-like Raphael has a tendency to act. He observes before reacting, doesn't bother decorating his words with fancy frills. He's guarded when it comes to affection from Simeon and Luke, and prefers to watch with an unreadable expression instead of throwing himself into the constant shenanigans lurking around each Devildom corner. Every step, every gesture, every blink is thought out and intentional. Satan would consider it admirable, if he didn't know just how painstakingly lonely maintaining such a facade can be.

There's one night. It must have been the beginning of November, as it was shortly after Lord Diavolo's birthday party. Satan finds Raphael curled up by a crackling fireplace in the RAD library.

It's late. Classes have been finished for hours, and yet, the fire remains roaring and Raphael sips a mug of tea while poring over thick textbooks. Satan had been planning on studying himself, away from the noise of the House of Lamentation, but it catches him off guard to feel a pleasant surprise blooming in his chest.

Raphael accepts Satan's request to join him, and it's then that Satan notices the types of books that surround the young seraph. Tomes on Devildom history, as well as texts on the Celestial Realm that were written by demons. When asked, Raphael frowns down at the pages. He mutters something about taking his position in the exchange program seriously, about learning all he can to assist Michael.

"I didn't realize Michael held Diavolo's goal of harmony between the three realms in such high regard," Satan smirks as he chooses an encyclopedia on torture from the nearest shelf.

Raphael doesn't know what to say to that. Satan thinks it's okay. He doesn't have to say it. Satan has a hunch that the Devildom isn't quite what Raphael expected, that perhaps the denizens are not as dangerous as previously believed. It's there in the crease between his brows, in the twitch of his lips towards the ground.

Satan understands, to a certain extent, how it feels to be unable to live up to the expectations you yourself believe others have thrust upon you.

He keeps it simple. Keeps it light. "Feeling your own thoughts and emotions does not make you a lesser being."

Raphael watches Satan then, flipping through pages of pain and gore in the flickering light of the hearth. He thinks maybe the demon is right. Maybe there is little harm in thinking for himself, after all.

It amuses Simeon to no end when Satan decides, out of the blue, that he's going to stay in the human world for a while. Conveniently, the same period of time that Raphael has decided to volunteer at the Angel's Halo. Lucifer protests Satan's request, to no one's surprise, but it's Diavolo who approves the paperwork. He claims that Satan, as the physical youngest of the brothers by far, has not had as much exposure to the human world as the rest of his family. They watched over the humans from the Celestial Realm, after all.

Diavolo urges Satan to learn from the humans, to try and think of ways to bring the realms closer together during his stay. Satan - for entirely selfless reasons - rents a storefront with an apartment above, and opens a shop. Located directly beside the Angel's Halo, he names it the Devil's Horns: Curated Collection and Cats.

Shortly after opening, the bell above the door chimes and Satan looks up from a book he reads behind the front desk. Raphael peers into the shop, a completely indifferent expression accompanying a dry, "So, it isn't false advertising."

He points to the cats roaming throughout the aisles of shelves, curled on the cushioned chairs by the large front window. Another glance around the room, and Raphael adds, "You won't get much business without bookstore on your sign."

Satan smirks. That is intentional, actually. He doesn't want to deal with just anyone wandering into his shop and seeking out the latest popular manga release. No, he's looking to peddle Devildom authors to humans. Nothing particularly dangerous, of course. Simply works that could be considered folklore, or spell books that would draw those interested in the occult. The list of books he carries was approved by Barbatos and Solomon, so he knows Lucifer can't throw a fit over it.

Raphael begins taking his breaks from the café in Satan's shop, making himself at home in the cozy sitting area designed for light reading. He always brings Satan a coffee of sorts. It's a little bit different each time. Satan thinks his favorite is the apple pie latte that Raphael creates in September. They went to a local orchard to pick the apples together. Satan can't remember the last time he smiled that much.

Satan, in turn, begins to hoard books - of human and demon authors alike - that he believes Raphael may find interesting. Eventually, their hours of quiet, filled with warm company and the rustle of pages, move upstairs to Satan's apartment. Sometimes, Raphael brings his shadow hedgehog, a strange, prickly pet that is just as slow to trust others as his owner. The cats leave the tiny beast alone, their instincts assuring them that they do not want to feel the sting of those needles. This earns Hella Britney Spears the shadow hedgehog Satan's approval. Smart little thing.

One night, Raphael wakes to silence, concern prickling at his skin. Hella Spears is nocturnal, for the most part, and so he is often heard rummaging through the sawdust and cotton fluff of his cage, his nails tapping on the plastic wheel fixed to the side. Raphael leaps out of bed, just to discover that the cage is completely empty.

He finds Satan in the kitchen, a steaming mug and book in front of him. Hella Spears is burrowing into the hood of the sweater he had pulled on, sniffling it that affectionate snort that means he likes someone. It is then that the final piece of the puzzle falls into place, and Raphael understands what the tightness in his chest has meant all along.

It's 3am, but he doesn't go back to bed. He makes himself a tea and takes the seat across from Satan. Satan does not lift his head, but his lips curl upwards. Even more so when Raphael reaches over the table and rests his hand over Satan's knuckles.

When Satan returns to the Devildom, he says nothing. He holds his memories close to his heart and doesn't wish to stain them with his family's irritating complaints.

Though, he doesn't need to say anything.

He figures that summoning The Rain of Spears to punish Mammon after finding his most rare and prized books pillaged from his room is confirmation enough.

Satan walking past Hella Britney Spears Obey Me's cage in the middle of the night like >:( Hella Spears: *hisses* Satan: ... :D

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[ashleynothere]

Past 3 months of music

[fancylala4]

Britney stans are so unhinged going after a fucking kid. In the end of the day, we don’t know anything about the relationship between them. Her son knows her better than any of her stans in the world and from what he said about her, she wasn’t an easy person to be around.

Also, I’m pretty sure that if Britney had a daughter she would have the same feelings as her sons. Anyone would react the same way if their mom talked trash about them on her social media and got her unhinged stans to attack them all over social media.

[likeafantasy]

[teeng1rl]

✮ qweens ✮

[roseforviolet]

[whalesharkgummer]

emmaeboddy on depop

[victor-aguilar]

i like to imagine this is richie taking selfies in the locker room before games

[soadscrawl]

combining my weirdly specific interests time heres what i think all the voltron casts fav britney spears song would be:

pidge: overprotected

shiro: stronger

keith: kill the lights (also hes a britney stan and ill die on this hill)

lance: womanizer

hunk: hot as ice (also a britney stan)

coran: not a girl not yet a woman (he cries to it every day)

allura: piece of me (guess what. also a stan)