#burnt and chrispy

[thegreatlibraryofbrainrot]

fried nugget rot hours pt.2

dabi's outfit vs. touya's outfit

dabi (pre-touya reveal):

touya (post touya reveal):

analysis:

--> YasserMontasse5 on Twitter made a good point of how white is a colour worn for a funeral in Buddhism --> white can also represent peace as Touya has made peace with his reality or his peace with his two sides (ie. Dabi and Touya) --> one side who yearns for revenge and the other who yearns for his fathers recognition. --> Dabi to Touya reveal his outfits go from restricting to flowy from "simple" to more bold and extravagant designs and accents. --> clothes get more ripped man falling apart :> --> the majority black/dark colours to the slow transition change of his outfit to white could have foreshadowed his reveal but also his changing personality and goals he desired to/want to achieve

credits: gif (dabi's dance): @/pcrtgasdace gif (dabi's laugh after shoto blocked his fire): @/thena0315 divider: @/saradika

[whenthegoldrays]

boo i looked up the bollywood recs and theyre not on the site i was hoping id be able to find them on 🥲

(i think i am feeling burnt out from the usual c and k dramas and was gonna go refresh myself with something different 🥲)

aw nooo 🙁

okay, *lowers voice* I shouldn’t do this, but I’m gonna give you two recs that I haven’t seen yet, but come highly recommended by some lovely moots

Jab We Met, recommended by @inardentdaylight, available on Tubi. Synopsis: Aditya, a heartbroken tycoon on the verge of committing suicide, aimlessly boards a train. He meets Geet, a high-spirited girl who plans to elope with her lover, and finds himself pulled into her crazy life. It’s famous for a Really Good Rain Scene.

Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, recommended by @milkteawithrusk, available on Prime. Synopsis: From Europe's picturesque cityscapes to Punjab's vibrant yellow flower fields, Raj and Simran's soul-stirring love conquers everything, except for a disapproving patriarch's heart. Apparently this was SRK and Kajol’s first movie together?? Or at least the one where they became famous as an onscreen couple.

Both are supposed to be very romantic and very aesthetically pleasing, so I think you’d have fun with either one! Though I don’t know how they end. If either of the ladies who recommended these to me would like to say more, please do! And tag @chrispy-cronchy so she can see it 🙈

[scorpionstiing]

Squelch. Whatever the half cyborg had stepped on had popped under his boot but Kano obviously didn’t care. Instead a crimson spattered hand rose a cigarette to his lips.

“Eh. Heard yer ass kissin’ words about me from Hellion… Meh I’m offended on her behalf after her puttin up with being champion for Earthworld so long & savin our souls & you not respectin it. Fock yer compliments. Ahm glad ya stuck in this dump,” he decided on a whim, flicking the still burning embers at the other man’s feet before swaggering off.

The first punch was when he heard the crack of the other jaw underneath him, friend or not, he wouldn't be disrespected like that he had never once talked bad about Kano, yet here he was bluntly disrespecting him continuing on with the punches his fist lit up with fire

"Don't you ever disrespect me ever again. The next time I won't just leave you with a burnt face the next time I'll fucking char you to a Chrispy Unwanted Ugly drunken chicken Understand Fuck Wad"

[what-a-weird-rose]

Clarity in Death

tw : semi-graphic depictions of torture, bellatrix being a menace (as per usual), lots of cursing

The Mark burns as it takes to his skin, black ink curling like thick clouds in the pale white of his left forearm. It was a joke, not too long ago; he'd told Evan he'd do it if only to fuck with his father. And, to an extent, he got what he wanted.

The night after, once the burn sensation subsides and his head is almost clear, he is set loose upon the world. His first order of business is to find Regulus, Regulus who got the Mark first, Regulus who wouldn't- couldn't say anything about how it all went down; Barty understands it now. He understands how separate he feels from himself, as though someone else is within his skin, just beneath his bone. He understands how complete he feels, as well, how, so long as he stands near others with the Mark, he feels a part of something bigger, and really, that's all he's ever wanted. So, he finds Regulus, and- Regulus does not cheer, nor does he cry, he just kind of. . . stares, for a long, long time, Regulus stares at the inked skin before solemnly nodding and saying, "Okay."

The next thing Barty does is track down Evan. Despite his father and mother's strong suggestions, Evan, who remains hesitant to take the Mark, does not cheer, nor does he cry. Instead, Evan looks at Barty solemnly and says, "Okay."

Then, there are too many things that happen. And suddenly, Barty's list gets too long, then too short, then it's burnt to chrispy ashes by Bellatrix Lestrange, who promises him marvelous things in return for nothing at all, really. So. Barty starts playing God, and if you think about it, he's been doing it all along- pushing until right before the breaking point. And he starts hunting with the Inner Circle, as they dubbed themselves, and they think they're so cool, but they don't know Barty knows all their little secrets because he's smarter than they give him credit for.

And he starts singing, in his spare time, small little tunes- Muggle mostly, because it peeves off Rabastian to no end, and Bellatrix thinks that's fucking hilarious. But really, he sings to Regulus, who sits in the corner of his tiny bedroom in whatever hideout the Dark Lord has gifted to them, and Regulus sits there, quiet and still, and he listens to Barty sing. And Barty knows he's there; he fucking knows it, alright? It doesn't matter what Bellatrix or the Lestrange brothers, or any of the other fuckwads say because he's right there! Then, not too much later, he picks up the piano, not that he's any good. Actually, he's quite shit. Still, he plays anyways because Evan likes to lay on top of the instrument, staring into Barty's not-quite-there-anymore soul as he plays Mary Had a Little Lamb over and over and over and over and over again.

There is some time after that when everything is fuzzy in his brain, and he's not quite sure if it's the repeated Imperios he's suffered from Bellatrix or the mixture of ancient liquor and cheap weed. He remembers people dying. He remembers killing people. He remembers screaming and crying and throwing Avada Kedavera around like a ragdoll. He remembers anger, pain, betrayal, and quiet.

Dorcas dies. He's not sure when, but he knows she went out swinging, and he shouldn't be surprised. The Dark Lord himself had to be the one to do it; she was too much for the others- they would never admit it, he knows, but he could see the dread when she was mentioned. And, perhaps he should feel worse, unbridled rage at the death of someone who held him as he sobbed over his father and shame at having some part in causing it. But really, truthfully, he doesn't care- because she's not actually dead. See, Dorcas survived the Dark Lord's Avada Kedavera, and Barty doesn't know how she did it, but she did, and now she stands near the window of his permanent room in the Lestrange Manor.

And he stays like that, right on the brink of insanity, for so long- too long. And then James fucking Potter had to go and ruin everything- he had to go have a baby savior, didn't he? And his savior baby just had to kill the Dark Lord! So, as any reasonable follower would do, Barty went with his patrons and fucked with those two little Aurors- Longbottom. What a cruel name to give someone! And, oh, you should've heard them, Evan! The way they screamed- and I just, fuck! But, then, Bellatrix goes screeching on and on and on and on about purity and babies and her infinite love of the Dark Lord and-

You always had such lovely eyes, Evan.

She just starts hammering away at the wife. . . Alex? Anywho, she goes crucio, crucio, crucio, over and over and over and over again until little Allie stops moving and-

for a hot second, I thought she was dead; I'll be honest with you, Ev

But then she starts gurgling like a mermaid, and I tell Rodolphus, "Looks like she wants more," and Bellatrix goes back to crucio, crucio, crucio, and we're all in, like, a trance, you know? Except then the husband, Frank- Merlin, how could I forget such a bland name! Frank Frank Frank Frank Frank

I miss you so much, Evan, your hair, your smile, the way you laugh; all of you, really

And Frank starts screaming, saying, "Hurt me! Kill me! Stop hurting her! Alice, please, stay with me!" and, fuck, that's her name, Alice. Anyway! So, he's begging Bellatrix to make some trade, right? As if he's in any position to bargain, right? But Bellatrix, shit, she's so fucking good at it, makes Reggie look like a toddler- she says to Frank, "Alright, baby, I'll stop hurting her- but you've gotta make it worth my while," and she leans into him, and fuck, I thought he'd actually puke on her! But, alas, he just went limp- noodle-like, yeah, Ev? And he let her get up on him, and I could see Rodolph watching like some pervy teen whose wife wasn't trying to get down and dirty on some half-insane blood traitor. So, Longbottom is disassociated at this point, and I suppose at some point, Bellatrix realizes that he's neither enjoying nor hating the whole experience, so instead, she grabs his hand, gropes her tit, and crucios his wife- all at the same time! Fucking brilliant, that woman!

So then, Rodolphus starts screeching about Aurors and the Dark Lord, and, honestly, I'm not quite sure what happened, but suddenly magic is shooting left and right. And I'm launched backward into the wall, and I hear a baby crying and- fuck, babies are so annoying, Evan! Anyways, some auror grabs me from behind -not like that, Ev- and says, like, 'You're under arrest,' and I'm all like, 'Fuck you.'

And I suppose that's how I ended up here, in this godawful place, in a damp, filthy cell next to some guy who is definitely on his way out that wakes up from his delirium to scream about pixies and gargoyles.

It's quiet here, sometimes. Or, I suppose, it's quiet when I block out all the horrid sounds of souls being devoured and pleas for death. But it's quiet nonetheless.

There are moments, though, when I think about what could have been. If I hadn't taken the Mark; if Regulus hadn't died; if Dorcas and Pandora had come with us; if you, Regulus, and I had gone with them. Most of all, I think about what will be.

I can feel my mind slipping away from me. It's like a constant game of chase, except I was never all that good on a broom and always seemed to be losing.

I don't know how long I'll be here, Dad said for the rest of my 'miserable life,' indicating that I'll be here a long time.

Sometimes I hear whispers of a breakout. I'm not sure what to think of it.

I'd like to leave. I'd also like to see your grave- Regulus and Dorcas'. I'd like to visit Pandora if she'll have me. But also, I have these moments where I remember Hogwarts and those long corridors where we'd race each other up and down the halls until Ol' Sluggy caught us. I remember Dorcas telling us to be quiet when we'd spy on Regulus' brother's friends and screw up their stupid schemes. I remember being happy away from Dad, where there were no expectations of me to be something greater than myself. I remember you, Regulus, Pandora, and Dorcas, and I think about how if you all saw me -how I am now- you would recognize me, you'd be scared of me.

So really, I think I'm better off here, at least for now. Maybe I'll leave with the rest: Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and the lot if only to see what will happen. But, as it stands, I deserve to be here, where I can rot and suffer and remember everything I no longer have.

[thecrackedamethyst]

The terrible thing I've been dreading has finally happened.

I burnt myself with my wood burner.

[itsyoru]

I’m a little Chrispy😂😂😂😂 walked round as burnt Nyx for a bit!

[bamboo-muse]

If they weren't going to go with the original VA'S I'm livid that they didn't have Anna Faris as Peach

Also fuck off Hollywood with the fucking age difference bullshit they keep pulling in casting, Anya is 25 and Chrispy Burnt Rat is in his 40's

[thirdhostage]

Protection (Chris Evans x FemReader) Fluff

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Boi this is probably the quickest I have ever made a plot lordy

Request:  33, 48 with Chris Evans

33. Just hold my hand

48. I’m never letting go

Warnings: Yo, protective Chris comes with fluff

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Strolling wasn’t uncommon for an New Yorker. Especially both (Y/n) and Chris, walks around town were mandatory.

Even when it was eccentrically hot, as was it today.

Heat bringing jeans lower in (Y/n)’s fancy, she decided on a polite sun dress that she chose because it fit her body type well and she felt settled in it.

Chris went with a cute pair of simple board shorts and a grey t-shirt that had a short v-neckline.

“Look,” (Y/n) cheered softly as the pair passed a fresh fruit stand “These strawberries look like you, Chrispy!”

Chris smiled at the given pet name and turned to look at said berries.

“Oh, and how’s that?” He pondered aloud.

“Sun burnt and shiny with sweat.” the girl laughed.

“Oh ha ha.” Chris mocked and began to walk away “You hurt me in various ways, (L/n).”

“That’s my job, slick.”

She giggled and re-joined Chris on his right side. Her skirt flaring peacefully as she skipped.

It wasn’t long after when (Y/n) started to get uneasy.

“Oh damn, what’s good sexy?”

They both could hear it, and they both knew it was directed towards (Y/n).

“Oooo, nice tits!”

She began to bow her head.

Chris didn’t even give it a second thought before he decided to help. The actor was never around when anyone took the time to attack (Y/n); he kicked himself for that. A thought floated across his mind of what might have happened if he hadn't been there then and now. He was ultimately appalled.

“Hold my hand.” he whispered to her, kind urgence in his voice. Chris wanted to make this as simple as he could.

“What..?” (Y/n) asked in a solemn tone. She quaintly fixated her gaze on his face.

“Just hold my hand.”

“Alright….” she agreed and tied her hand with his own.

The comments were actually quick to die back. Maybe from the menacing wall upon Chris's expression; that stayed unknown to the girl.

(Y/n) was really thankful. And honestly, so was Chris.

He had a silent duty where he felt the need to protect (Y/n). He knew in God’s name she was more than capable of being assertive but she was at the same time too kind.

“Chris,” she mumbled and squeezed his fingers in recognition.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I appreciate what you did back there. A lot.” (Y/n) continued “Thank you.”

“Never thank me for doing my part.” Chris smiled.

You grinned back whole heartedly.

“But your hand, Chrispy.” she commented, looking down at their hands still tied soundly.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, (nickname),” Chris laughed “I’m never letting go.”

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(A/n): lmao this is actually pretty shit, wow

[diaryofadyke]

i found a dead frog today so my friend and i gave it a funeral and i cried :(