#but adam. please. my serotonin

[cowboyshit]

I really shouldn’t have built up the fact in my head that a va show means hangman has to return 😭😭😭

[heartsforvin]

Hi!! id love a hurt/comfort type fic. maybe reader hears Vin saying reader is too clingy or sees him flirting with someone else and they have a huge fight but make up at the end (i hope this makes sense lmao) <3

TOO CLINGY

thank you for the request !! i hope you enjoy <33

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, cussing, arguments, use of pet names, lmk if i forgot anything !!

summary: you overhear vinnie tell one of his friends that you’re too clingy, which results in an argument between the two of you

the night was going just fine until you overheard your boyfriend say something that completely ruined your mood.

you and vinnie were out at one of your guys’ friends house for a little get together. it’d been a bit since everyone got to hang out, so you decided to all get together again.

you were standing off to the side, chatting with one of your friends while vinnie was not too far from you, talking to his.

you don’t know how this subject came up, seeing as you could only hear parts of the conversation over the music.

when you did though, your whole body shut down and you just felt like crying.

“yeah lately she’s just been extra fuckin’ clingy, i don’t know what it’s about but it’s getting old real fuckin’ fast.”

anxiety ran through you faster than ever, and all you wanted to do was go in your room and hide from absolutely everyone and everything.

the only reason you’d been so clingy lately was because vinnie’s been in paris for a few days, not being able to see him.

so yeah, you’d say you have a pretty good reason.

pushing past people in the crowded house, you make your way to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it before going over to the sink.

you grip it harshly as you try to hold yourself together.

splashing water on your face you hear a knock come from the door behind you.

“occupied!” you shout, hoping whoever on the other side can hear through the loud noise.

when another knock came soon after you groaned and shouted again, only to be followed by an all too familiar voice calling out your name.

“let me in, sweetheart.” his voice, although a shout, sent instant serotonin through you.

you open the door just enough for vinnie to see your eyes, head barely peaking out.

“see, ‘m fine.” you say as if you didn’t just almost cry over his words.

vinnie though, knows you better than that. “let me in, please.” he says, just enough for you to hear.

opening the door wider, vinnie steps inside and shuts it behind him. you go to sit on the closed toilet seat while vinnie leans against the door.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, breaking the silence between the two of you.

sighing, your head is in your hands as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to let a tear slip.

you feel a hand on your knee and that’s when you move your hands from your face and see vinnie is now eye level with you.

“i heard you,” you say, making vinnie’s brows furrow. “heard what you were saying to adam and jett.”

vinnie sighed when he finally realized what you were talking about. he thought he was far enough out of earshot for you to hear.

“baby i— no, don’t try and excuse this, vinnie!” you shout at him.

vinnie stands and backs up, giving you space even though it’s a small space.

“i’m not gonna fuckin’ give you an excuse!” he shouts back. “maybe it’s true! maybe you have been a bit to clingy lately!”

you just sit there, taking his words in as he shouts at you. hearing it a second time is just as bad as the first.

he hasn’t been too busy lately up until he went to paris, so the two of you did spend a lot of time before then.

still didn’t excuse the fact that words hurt. clingy or not, you just loved spending time with vinnie.

“i haven’t seen you in days vinnie!” its just a screaming match at this point, hoping no one can hear your words to each other.

vinnie sighs as he rubs his hands over his face, listening to you speak. “you’ve been in europe for days, vin! sorry i’ve just wanted to spend time with my boyfriend.”

vinnie rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “you won’t leave me alone for five fucking minutes!”

his voice gets more stern which only spurs on tears faster. you want to let them spill, to let every tear that you have out, but you won’t.

he was right, you have been kind of up his ass lately, not letting him be. that’s only because he’s spent all his needed time in europe, now it was your time with him.

“all i want is five minutes to myself,” he sighs. “even when i stream, you’re standing right there, breathing over me.” he tells you.

your eyes become watery and suddenly you can’t hold them in anymore and you just let the tears fall.

with your head in your hands again, you silently cry as your body shakes, vinnie watching this all unfold.

“i’m sorry i just miss you!” you scream at him through your cries, voice straining as you do. “all it ever is, is work, work, work. i just want five minutes with you!”

vinnie gets down to your level again and places his hands on yours. he hears you, truly does, but you need to to understand one thing.

“this is my job, baby. you know this,” he says. “you think i like working, going out of the country this much?”

he does, don’t get him wrong, but he also loves to be home with you.

however, when you’re always up on him when he does come back from a five to seven day trip, that’s when he get irritated.

you shake your head at his question, he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs, making you smile.

you kiss his hand when he moves them to your cheeks. “there’s that pretty smile.” he says.

“i’m sorry for yelling, i just get so frustrated sometimes,” vinnie sighs. “i love you, you know that.”

you smile weakly at him. “i’m sorry too. i just miss you so much when you’re not with me, and when you finally are, i just like to be with you every second.”

vinnie caresses your cheek and smiles at you. “i know, sweetheart. you know i love our time together, but some things you do have to let me do on my own.” he chuckles.

you reciprocate with another smile, but finally leaning in to give him a proper kiss. tears are still on your cheeks, so he wipes them away as the two of you share this cute moment.

“are we good now?” he asks, pulling you up off the toilet seat.

you hug him tightly, nuzzling into his chest as his arms wrap around your waist.

“we’re good.” you smile up at him.

he kisses you once more before opening the bathroom door and the two of you join the others again.

hi hi !! thank yo for the request again !! i hope you loved it !!

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[neverchecking]

That Wild facesitting one was so good omfgjskdkk

It gave me the idea of what if reader thinks the Chain (don’t forget Sage) are just doing so great and wants to give them a reward/gift but doesn’t know what so reader asks what they want.

The Chain ofc are so excited cause THEIR GODDESS WANTS TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING??

As they all think of smt, a couple of them are saying something along the lines of “nothing as long as you’re here we’re happy :)” which ofc reader thinks is so sweet and gives them a hug (cue smug smirks at the other Links bc reader hugged them HA)

As they all mull over their options bc obviously they don’t want to mess up this opportunity, ONE OF THE CHAIN STRAIGHT UP JUST SAYS “Sit on my face” WHETHER INTENTIONALLY OR NOT, EVERYONE IS IN SHOCK AND BEFORE ANYONE CAN SAY ANYTHING— reader agrees red faced bc she loves her boys oh so much ;)

Cue everyone saying they want the same thing bc they would honestly happily die at the opportunity

So sorry if this is a bit much it just came to me

~💚

No-no, don't be sorry, I love requests like these bc the idea of Sage vs. the Chain brings me so much serotonin! Like Mhmmmmm-

Fun fact: someone flagged that post  😭Which you guys can find -> Here!

Sage is TotK Link if you didn't know!

Anyway, smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB! reader, face sitting with multiple partners, praise

・❥・So, we all know that Reader has the entire chain wrapped around their finger. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

・❥・Especially after Sage joins them.

・❥・While there is silent fighting between him and the others, they make an effort to show you a united front because you are who they are all fighting for.

・❥・As far as your concerned, they're all buddies. (that was so far from the truth it was laughable, but it kept you happy, so it was the assumption that would remain.)

・❥・That being said, when they're all together in Wind's Era (The boy was at home with his sister and Grandmother, leaving the adults to fend for themselves) and you're in ear shot, they do their best to be on their best behavior. Even if Wild and Sage are shooting the most passive aggressive insults at the other, since, as we've accomplished, Sage is adamant on knowing exactly where your food comes from.

・❥・He refuses to let that failure cook for you. Not when he can do so. He has a bigger repertoire of recipes and more skills to his name than the other does. That...man can barely get through a fucking swim without blacking out because of a memory let alone stay there long enough to ensure your food is as quality as it should be.

・❥・(AN: For legal reasons, I would never think of Wild like this, I absolutely love him with my whole heart. BUT Sage does think like this because he's an asshole.)

・❥・So, while the two are cooking, the others do their own things around the makeshift camp. Weapon maintenance, gathering firewood, admiring your perfect figure as you do nothing but read under a tree.

・❥・ Sage, of course, finishes your food first, settling beside you close enough your hips are touching his. You thank him, eagerly eating whatever was given you (They had to be sneaky about the fighting between himself and Wild, as you had no idea about the tension between them).

・❥・About mid-way through your meal, you set down your bowl, brows furrowed as a troubled expression muddled your features.

・❥・Which just would not stand. Was the meal not to your liking? Was there something wrong? Would they have to dispose of that blasted bastard who dared to try and impose on their territory that good for nothing pest-

・❥・"I feel like I owe you guys some sort of thanks for all of this."

・❥・Oh.

・❥・So he would get to live another day. Pity.

・❥・"You don't owe us a thing, Angel. We are happy to do it." Wars beamed, sitting on your other side regardless of Sage's snarl pointed at him. "No reward needed." The captain smirked, leaning into your space.

・❥・You didn't seem pleased by the answer, brows pinching further together. "...It doesn't seem right."

・❥・"Songbird, your presence is thanks enough." Sky piped up, eyes so wide and earnest, Sage feared he'd cry over you. Again.

・❥・"Airhead is right, Darlin'," The cowboy added, dropping a stack of logs near the fire. "It's a blessin' in and of itself being able to treat you like 'da Goddess you are."

・❥・Sage prided himself on know you though. He knew you well. And he knew you well enough to know that once an idea like this entered your pretty little head, it wouldn't leave. No, not without a fight in the very least. And that was a fight he didn't want to go through. Not with you.

・❥・He just had to pick something that would benefit you more than him, hiding it under the guise of thanking him.

・❥・"As much as it pains me to say this, they're right." Legend piped up, moving to crouch in front of you, easily redirecting your attention from where you were watching Warriors to look at him with his index hooked under your chin. "As long as your happy, we're happy, sunshine."

・❥・"But I don't wanna take advantage of you guys! That would make me no better than Hylia. I can't just ask these things from you without any form of thanks. That's not right." You cupped Legend's cheeks with your own hands, either not noticing or ignoring the way his cheeks lit up under your touch.

・❥・No, you had too much of a heart of gold to let this go. It was what made you so much better than that fraud that placed this destiny upon them in the first place.

・❥・Like a stroke of genius, it hit him. It was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. While it would sound like it would benefit him, it really would all be for you. It would be perfect. A way to show his true devotion to you. His fidelity and dedication to you, his glorious deity.

・❥・"Sit on my face."

・❥・He wished he had the foresight to pull out his Purah pad to take a picture of your face, which lit up an absolute ruby red as your whipped around to face him. Sage merely shrugged like it was a reasonable request. In his mind, it was. What wasn't reasonable about it?

・❥・Shocked silence fell around the group, some angrily sputtering at the audacity while others had to question if that was a real option.

・❥・"You mooncalf! Have some class, would you?! Especially in the presence of-"

・❥・"Is that what you want?" Wars tirade was cut off by your meek voice as you pulled your hands away from Legend's face. The vet himself looked seconds away from crashing as he caught onto what you were hinting at.

・❥・Sage smirked, something sharp and devious as he cracked his knuckles in front of him. "Absolutely. I think it would be a pretty damn good way to thank me."

・❥・"You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Y/n." Hyrule quickly pipes up, stepping closer as he shot a glare too sharp for his soft features at the newcomer. How dare that filth sully you in such a way and how dare he think of it before he could-

・❥・You were silent for a moment, shuffling for a second before letting out a breath. "If that's what you want." You finally decided, and the group was descended into chaos once more.

・❥・Cries of 'that's an option?!' and 'Hey, wait! I want that too!' erupted as the others scrambled to separate you from that degenerate, but he had latched on. His smirk was wide and knowing as he pulled you from Wars and Legend, closer to himself.

・❥・"It's exactly what I want. Now, are you crawling up or am I gonna have to pull you up here, sun flower?" Sage nipped at your neck as your went from ruby to crimson.

・❥・"Right now?!" You squeaked, eyeing the other males around you.

・❥・"You asked, I answered." Sage didn't care. This was a way of staking a claim. Of showing them all that no matter what, he would win. That he would make you feel so much better than anything they could do.

・❥・Silence fell for a second.

・❥・"Dibs on going second!" Was Wild's sudden call before there was arguing once more.

・❥・"Ya can't call dibs!" Twilight barked. "This isn't some sorta playground game where you can call for turns-"

・❥・"Third." Time spoke solemnly, nodding his head slowly. Sage honestly forgot he was there.

・❥・Twilight looked scandalized at the single word before Four was calling his namesake for the turns. Realizing that he either called or went last (Which wasn't too bad of an option in his books), he quickly rectified his horror and instead went to shove Warrior's by the face to call for fifth.

・❥・ In the time it took for him to recover, Sky and Hyrule had already called sixth and seventh respectively. And, with a shake of his head, Legend smirked. "I'll go ninth then. Pretty boy can go in front of me. Besides, you know what they say about saving the best for last."

・❥・"That it'll be worth nothing since it could never top the first." Sage cheekily called back, pulling off his top throwing it to the side so his torso was bare for the world to see.

・❥・"Why are you stripping?!" Sweet, naive you squeaked, trying to advert your eyes. If only they weren't glancing back at the toned abs and chiseled pecs. Oh great golden Goddesses.

・❥・With a chuckle, Sage pulled you closer with firm hands locked around your calves, pulling them apart to slot himself between your legs. Your hips were pulled up onto his lap before he was leaning down, wrapping an arm around you with his hand resting in the arch of your back. He quickly fell back to you were sitting on his chest, your legs straddling his upper chest as he looked up at you with nothing but pure, devious intentions. "For one simple reason, my light." He chuckled pulling you further up his chest as he licked his lips.

・❥・"I don't plan on letting you go until the only name you can remember is mine."

[askew-d]

Can I ask, who are your top favorite romantic couples (can be canon or non canon) of all time from any media? Why you love them? Thx :D

here i go with another grand list that i was very happy to write! i’m in love with these asks, really. i’ll mention all of them, but at first i was in doubt if i could include one that isn’t ‘canon’, but rather rpf. either way, i added bonus couples for good reasoning! let’s go.

1. wangxian (lan wangji x wei wuxian), from mo dao zu shi — they are THE moment, they are THE couple, they are THE goals. who ever could have imagined someone would come up and write a troublemaker who falls into demonic arts and gets reincarnated to fight together with a sucker-for-rules expressionless man and make it work? they fit into any au as well, this fandom rocks. my lovely cultivators!

2. kagehina (kageyama tobio x hinata shouyou), from haikyuu!! — i dont even play volleyball. i dont even like sports! why do i love this anime and this duo specifically so much? they are so passionate about their hobbies, the rivalry and frenemy relationship? the POTENTIAL. the STORY they have. the "someone better will come and find you" promise. sheer beauty. they are silly and fresh and cute and i dont think i'll ever get tired of it.

3. yizhan (wang yibo x xiao zhan), from the untamed cast rpf — i know all the problematics about writing real person fiction. i KNOW, okay?? but people, let me like them and support them in peace?? 😔 i have so much love for these men, and its overall hella fun following their life unfold, even if they are not working together anymore. nonetheless, they are my dose of serotonin when i need it.

4. daiharu (kambe daisuke x katou haru), from fugou keiji: balance unlimited — i will not scream for a seson 2 here. i will scream for more FICS of them here! there ain't enough! its not even about the 'sugar daddy' appeal, its more about the 'partners in (solving) crime' appeal. oh and also the 'i hate you you arrogant prick but i WILL do anything for you' part. everything and every detail of this show.... seriously though: gold.

5. hilson (gregory house x james wilson), from house m.d — oh, my sweet stupid and repressed doctors, i would do unspeakable things for you. wilson has been through every hard moment of house's life. you can name them, he's been there. through every ridiculous situation of his too. it is overwhelming, honestly. the ending couldn't have been more reasonable and fitting for them, in my opinion.

6. hannigram (hannibal lecter x will graham), from hannibal — this gif alone of them with scratches and smiling conspiratorily to each other sums up their entire dynamic. they're toxic and no one's doing it like them. like, yeah, no shit, who would even dare, right? murder husbands can do anything and eat the rude as much as they want, i will be sipping on my drink and watching intently. (man truly looked at this detective he framed for murder and said he would remember their moment together forever??? just dont throw him in jail then???)

7. shiguang (lu guang x cheng xiaoshi), from link click — these pretty boys traveling through time invented the concept of yearning, and i will not explain more to not give season 2 spoilers. i fell in love with them as soon as i saw the first shot of the anime. it doesnt help that they have the same dynamic as wangxian, too. cheng xiaoshi, my beloved, you would never do anything to harm anyone (not purposefully) and i (as well as lu guang) worship you 🙏

8. renga (hasegawa langa x kyan reki), from sk8: the infinity — let's be true tho, can they never do a sports anime without pulling up homosexuals?? not that im complaining at all. please continue, in fact. every couple in this story is valid (adam does not exist), and i love this spirited, young concept of redescovering the beauty of a hobbie. lovely, all of them, but most specially my langa and his admiration for reki. their dynamic has no complications, its just so sweet.

9. moshang (mobei jun x shang qinghua), from the scum villain self-saving system — i will not share a pic of moshang official art because i find shang qinghua appearence too much childlike and annoying, meanwhile i find him much more interesting in the book and fanarts. in any case, i love this couple more than the main couple simply because our airplane-bro can make everything so hilarious. there are fics of them out there which are peak entertainment (check this one!). mobei's tsundere attitude and shang qinghua's shamelessness are a great combo.

10. hualing (hua cheng x xie lian), from heaven official’s blessing — the longing is unbearable. hua cheng loves this man so much, for real. waiting 800 fucking years?? being his most devoted believer? can you believe the audacity?? my man, though he has low self-steem, does anything to protect his god. he doesnt care about any realm. he only cares for xie lian, his dear god. they are the cutest couple.

bonus: aziracrow, johnlock, tododeku, victuuri, blackbonnet, mafuyama, redblue (from this is how you lose the time war).

these are my favorite ships ever! they are what i scream about alternatively, and when i say so, i'm not joking. one week i'm freaking out over new link click content and in the other one i'm reviewing house m.d episodes. my life's a circle with my favorite ships in it and i ain't regretting anything.

thank you for asking, by the way! big hugs! 🤍

[the1975attheirverybest]

The Duexmoi submission that suggests Matty got uninvited from Jacks wedding is making me sad :( It’s an editor submission, and those are more likely to be true (it’s also the second time this rumor has gone around on the last couple weeks).

There’s a couple other celebrities people think it may be about, but I’ve seen a lot of speculation about the status of their friendship since Finsbury.

It’s all just gossip for now, but I really hope it’s not true.

Imagine, if you will, being MONUMENTALLY depressed, trying to do all you can to hang on to life. distract yourself. Do SOMETHING. ANYTHING. to stay sane, and you come on here for Matty serotonin but instead you come across this. Alright, fuck. Might as well I guess....

WELCOME to Critical Thinking 101.

I'm your Professor, The1975atvb dot Tumblr dot com. Please, have a seat, let me demonstrate the use of a human brain to you all.

What does the rational, mature, sane human being do upon encountering a piece of information and how does one decide whether to accept it as true or not? It's simple really,

Step 1: evaluate the content of the statement. Since you haven't done that yet, let me help you: "Matty has been disinvited from Jack Antonoff's wedding."

Ask yourself the following questions:

Do I know this to be true? No.

How can I go about knowing if it's true or not?

A. Ask Jack Antonoff himself

B. Ask Matty himself

C. Ask Margret (his partner/ soon to be wife)

D. Ask Ask Wedding Planner

E. Ask George, Adam, or Ross.

F. carry out a secret heist to obtain wedding invite list by means of deception and breaches of privacy.

Any other suggestions from the audience? can anyone think of any other means by which we could verify the truth of the statement "Matty has been disinvited from Jack's wedding"? No, y'all sure? think on it for a moment....alright then, we move on to

Step 2: Attempt each option until the statement "Matty has been disinvited from Jack's wedding" has been verified.

Option A. Anyone here a friend of Jack Antonoff and can just call him up and ask? No, aw shucks! too fuckin bad. Movin' along...

Option B. Anyone in a passionate love affair/ friendship with Matty and could ask HIM perhaps? No? that's really too bad.

Option C. Anyone happen to be besties/ cast mates/ acquaintances, etc. with Marget and can personally reach her and ask? No??? :( bummer.

D. Anyone know who her wedding planner is? ok, ok, y'all know where they're getting married? I'm sure if we call the venue and ask, they'll give us the info, cuz that's totally appropriate right? maybe we could ask THEM if Matty's been banned from their venue on the date that Jack and Margret are getting married, how about that? you missed THAT option. You gotta sharpen those critical thinking skills. Lucky for you, I'm a great teacher.

E. Y'all in a menage a trois with George and queen XCX? Anyone here identify as Adam's babysitter? Anyone hear Ross's new gf? No. Fuck, well we only have one option left! I really hope it works out!

F. Does anyone reading this happen to have CIA level training and can get into any home, wedding planning facility, electronic device, or personal documents to retrieve the relevant info and get back to us without getting caught? Yeah....didn't think so either.

Looks like we've struck out! I gotta say, my novice critical thinkers, this aint lookin too good for us.

Step 3: Examine the source of this information. Where does this info come from? It comes from * barfs in mouth* Deumoix *barfs on y'alls shoes*

I hate to ask.... but is DM a trust-worthy source? BUT PROFESSOR! HOW DO I KNOW WHAT TRUSTWORTHY SOURCES ARE?

Excellent question, my darlings. see sources A through F from step 2 where we have already established this.

Is DM any of the above? No.

Who is DM? a group of people who have published unverified, often derogatory information more than a few times, have contradicted and disagreed with each other on occasion due to "conflicting sources." Have admitted to lying in order to get people talking, is known to publish sensationalized, dramatic claims in order to garner attention and engagement at the expense of reality, truth, ethics, etc.

Does DM sound like the sort of source that a human brain should bother with? No.

If something is not verifiable as true, should we discuss it, speculate about it, weigh in with opinions, make up scenarios about why Jack may or may not have disinvited Matty, insinuate that there has been a falling out of this vital friendship? FUCKKKKKK NO.

Should we bring it on this blog? Not unless you're looking for a new lesson in critical thinking.

Hope this helps ❤️❤️

Going back offline cuz I can't deal with the rest of these messages. Bye.

PS EXISTING MESSAGES ABOUT THIS "RUMOR" WILL BE DELETED. THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING. SEE YOU SOONISH

[tickle-bugs]

This is probably going to be long lol so sorry You outdid yourself with the beetlejuice story! I am the anon who requested it and I am absolutely blown away. Everything about it was just pure perfection (including the way you described the musical compared to the movie and your disclaimer for beetlejuice and Lydia shippers) and I laughed out loud so many times. The vibe was exactly like the musical and it was just perfect. The characters were written so perfectly and so much like how they are in the musical. I loved the little Easter eggs like the spin your own yarn kit and the kombucha. Also, a coin collection is such an Adam thing to have. I love how you wrote Adam and Barbara’s relationship and how you wrote them as characters. The way you wrote Barbara was so flustering and wonderful and I am here for it. It was so cute and so accurate. Also beetlejuice eating the game pieces made cry from laughter it’s such a BJ thing to do. The back and forth between BJ and Lydia was just perfection especially how lydia described the maitlands 😭 and her saying she will bring bj back to life just to kill him. This is my new favorite fanfic I have ever read. Thank you so much for agreeing to write for beetlejuice! It was amazing

*cradles this in my hands* this ask can fit so much serotonin in it

First of all, thank you for swinging by to share this with me!! It always warms my heart when the original prompter comes back ;w; I'm so so so glad you enjoyed the fic. Thank you for requesting it!

This is like BEYOND sweet I'm blown away. This musical has a special little place in my heart and brain so it was a blast actually getting to bring parts of it to life!! I really love the way everyone's personalities shine through in the show ahhh!!

Listen. I wanted them to list more attic things in 'Barbara 2.0'. I know Adam and Barbara have the most USELESS stuff in their attic that they constantly just shuffled around until they died. If you made the kombucha and it tasted like armpit why did you keep it, please--

Also I just really love Barbara and Adam as characters?? They're really endearing to me. My favorite pottery barn and dry white wine duo. Had they lived any longer they would've hung a 'bless this mess' or 'live laugh love' sign above the door. Just a wifeguy and his beautiful wife. They both think mustard is too spicy but they'd go full poltergeist if a teenager called them dude. they're so!! yeah <3

AND YES BEETLEJUICE!! I'm so grateful to have seen the show live a few times because like. alex brightman (who played beetlejuice) always did and improvised the smallest but most random things and his mannerisms really stuck with me. There was a night where both he and Adam's actor (i believe he was a swing? or the adam after the original) kept messing with each other and they both broke character during 'fright of their lives' giggling like children and i was like yes. this is the vibe i need. BJ's the living embodiment of 'never let em know your next move'. He's super super fun to write. my beloved wretched little goblin <3

BJ and Lydia's friendship is truly so special to me they're just both so weird. It's one of the main reasons that I love the musical so much--you know where the show is going if you've seen the movie but you really feel like BJ and Lydia could be friends. It's sweet. She's got ghosts in her attic and they care about her, what more could she need?

Also LMAO I'm glad you thought the disclaimer was funny. I made myself laugh writing it. I've unfortunately always gotta put disclaimers on certain things I write but I figured lets at least have some fun with it hehe

ALSO ANON LOOK AT ME. LOOK. NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG ASKS IT MAKES MY DAY!! seriously like!! the fact that you were moved enough to write this much about my silly little fic means the actual world for me. never ever apologize, there's nothing to apologize for <3

[spider-man-timepeace]

Since polls get engagement, let's do one (because I'm sure as h🕷🕷🕷 not gonna "blaze" a post. I tried that with my Bionicle Instagram page, what a waste of money...):

You have 1 week. I'll abide by the results of the poll 😉

- 🕷🧍‍♂️⏳️✌️

P.S. I'm not Peter Parker btw. If I disclose my alter ego, I'll throw in a few more details about myself, too!

P.P.S. If you vote, please like the post! It really helps my serotonin levels

P.P.P.S. I said P.P. that's funny right there.

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#5

and here we draw hands and shirts for adam cole bay bay ~

29 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

Wrestleblr Secret Santa

welcome! this is just a fun little thing to spread some serotonin this holiday season. not necessarily holiday related, but something to pick up our spirits this holiday season ~

here is the form to fill out (i hope it works i haven't made one before lol). there's something for everyone here: writers, gif makers, editors, all artists welcome!!

i will be accepting applications for a week so they will close at midnight est on december 4th. then i will start assigning people! will be done through tumblr messenger so if you're not cool with that let me know please.

pieces are due to your partner by the end of the year, december 31st, but you absolutely can post sooner! if something comes up and you're unable to complete, let me know! we will have an option to be a back up artist, and i will also be a back up artist for anyone that's unable to complete on time.

most important, have fun! this is a super casual thing (i've never thrown one of these before so it's a learning process lol) so enjoying yourself is the most important thing. let me know if you have any questions, and share to tell your friends!!

43 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#3

happy death before dishonor day, part two. beloved boi yoots, cause ofc i had to get all those emotions out of my system oof

45 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

hey guys

so i wanna put together a fund of sorts to get night back to the states for a con in february. not much has been fleshed out as they're just announcing people, but there's a sentimental one for night and i just really want this to happen. cause who knows when we'll get to do this again. and i just. really miss my best friend

i know this is a long shot, especially before the holidays, but any little bit helps. i'm linking my ko-fi here that has the goal. i have some tiers set up as well as commission options. i'll also add the art i have for sale over time too.

share and tell your friends. let's start 2023 off great for night <33

55 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

babe made me a sheet to make things easier to share, but im taking sketch commissions! these will be on smaller paper, around 5x7 and 7x9, and can be shipped to you! only one person per page tho as they're smaller. will also do non-wrestling. these are for trip funds so please share and tell your friends!!

68 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

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[shy-nightmare]

The Toonz Twins: Toontown Sleuths

Chapter Two: Right Place, Wrong Time?

Summary: After a long road trip, the twins finally arrive in the city of Los Angeles, and they get here first! But something seems off when the Red Car doors open. And what’s this about a job?

Hi, guys! I know I said this chapter was going to be posted tomorrow morning, but let’s just say I’m gonna be busy for most of the day and I didn’t wanna leave you guys hanging. So here you go! Enjoy 😊

Credit for inspiration goes to @imaginarytoon1, author of “The Birchwood Twins: Toontown Investigators” and @its-metal-mistress, author of “Bendy and the Ink Machine: Learning How to Live”. Please check out their own wonderful content ^^!

I would also like to give a special shoutout to @imaginarytoon1 and our special guests @marinerainbow, @weaselnerd and @slashingdisneypasta 😊! Thank you four so much for your kind words of encouragement! Please accept the following chapters as my Thank You gifts, and I hope this one gives you guys a silly dose of serotonin lol

BTW, if you guys think this chapter is hilarious, comment “Herman, you absolute BIST!” LMAO

This chapter contains some profanity, silly cartoon shenanigans, Raoul being a dick to Roger 😑, and Herman being an absolute bist -_-. Don’t worry, Tom’s gonna put him in his place XD

The morning sun shone brightly, striking Tom in the eyes when he first woke up. He let out a low, soft growl at the sun’s harsh glare while rubbing his eyelids to get rid of the discomfort. Once his eyes recovered, he turned to his sister who was in a slumber. Twyla, bless her heart, was laying her head on his shoulder wrapped in a snuggly blanket he pulled out for her, her long raven hair tufted up in messy, adorable curls.

Tom smirked at the sight, shaking his head with a smile gracing his lips and he lightly laughed at his sweet baby sister. However, his smile faltered when he saw the concealer starting to wear off, revealing the bruises that probably started healing. The memory of that night filled his heart with rage, but he had to extinguish his fury. That part of their lives is over. They are free now, miles and miles away from that Hellhole.

The Red Car pulled over, signaling Tom to wake up his sister. He nudged her shoulder gently, “Twyla, wake up. Wake up, sis.”

Her amethyst eyes slowly fluttered open, and she groaned groggily. “Tom?” she asked, letting out a puppy-like yawn that never failed to make Tom internally gush. So cute! She rubbed her eyes, “What’s up?”

“We’re here.” her brother responded, adjusting the collar of his jacket while grabbing his hat. He slowly sat up, grabbing onto the handgrip pole to keep himself steady as his feet were still asleep while helping Twyla up. Once the post-travel jetlag vanished, the twins grabbed their belongings, their hats, and walked over to the doors. Tom pulled out an extra $20 for the driver. “Thanks for the ride,” he thanked the elderly vulture, who only grumbled.

The Red Car doors opened…and the twins were greeted by an unusual sight.

When Tom and Adam first checked out Hyperion Avenue, the town was swarming with booming businesses operated by humans and Toons. The streets were packed with vehicles, human-made and Toon-drawn (of course, some Toons do drive real-life vehicles). And the El Rey Theatre was ablaze with life and light, brightening the darkness of night with its flashing colors of red, green, blue, and purple like stars.

Instead of having Toon-operated businesses, there were only a few buildings and businesses operated by humans surrounded by palm trees, a few bars, restaurants, and stores that didn’t look too convincing to them. And instead of seeing Toon-drawn vehicles or Toons driving modern-styled cars, there were Packards, Sedans, Cadillacs, and Convertibles. All designed during the 1930s. The El Rey Theatre was there, but…it was smaller, less colorful. And more suburban.

But what confused the twins most was the outfits the humans wore. The men were wearing 1940’s suits consisting of long-sleeved dress shirts, trousers with suspenders, fedoras, and jackets designed to look narrower and threaded in dull colors. And the ladies strolled around the streets wearing square-shouldered jackets with simple blouses, matching skirts, and a few wore tail hats accented by flowers, bows or feathers.

“Uh…are they doing a cosplay convention?” Tom asked his twin, who only shrugged.

“This is your stop.” The driver spoke, lifting his winged arm. “Good luck.” He swung down and pushed the twins out of the Red Car.

“What the hell?!” Tom shouted, pulling his sister close to keep her from falling as he struggled to stand from the rough impact. The doors behind them slid shut, and the Red Car drove away, leaving the twins in the dust. “Asshole!” Tom snarled, flipping the driver off.

“Uh, Tommy?” Twyla tapped her seething brother’s shoulder, not looking at him. “I don’t think there’s a cosplay going on.”

Tom rose a brow. “Why?”

“Because there’s no sign saying anything about it. Also, people are judging us.”

The Rubberhose wolf looked around and did see a couple folks giving the twins odd, funny looks. And a few guys were checking his sister out, which he did not like. He bared his teeth, revealing humongous, bone-crunching fangs and growled at them menacingly. They instantly got the message and scurried away. Tom wrapped a protective arm around his sister’s shoulders. “I think we should go somewhere a bit more Toon-friendly.” He spoke.

Twyla nodded in agreement, before she spotted something and pointed. “How about that studio?” she asked.

Tom looked over his shoulder to see where she was pointing at. A massive building reigned over the smaller businesses in North Cahuenga Blvd, governing 100,000 square feet. It was painted in pearl and ivory, standing out in comparison to the dull, brick buildings. The main entrance was designed with a wide archway styled with a set of embellishments that looked like TV screens, and on top of the main screen stood the American flag. Below the screens held a set of two signs written in bold black:

Maroon Cartoons.

“Maroon Cartoons?” Tom raised a brow, giving the impressive studio a once-over. Then he glanced at his sister and jerked his head forward.

The twins were able to sneak into the studio’s main doors, and the room was filled with a set of projections, camera lights, and a crew arranging their chairs and equipment.

“HEY, YOU TWO!” a man shouted at the twins.

Tom pointed at himself, “Us?”

“Yeah, you! Settle down back there! We’re about to start our take!”

Twyla held her hands up nonchalantly, gently pulling her snarling brother to the side just as the lights slowly dimmed.

“LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!” the man, possibly the director, shouted.

Opening cartoon music began to play.

The cartoon begins with a Toon baby, only wearing a pink bow and a diaper, babbling innocently while sitting in his…or her…or their…play pen. A lady wearing a blue dress splotched with white polka dots and white heels walks over, only revealing her legs. “Mommy’s going to the beauty parlor, darling.” She speaks, rubbing the child’s head lovingly. “But I’m leaving you with your favorite friend Roger.”

She turns around and walks down the purple-carpeted hallway to find a sleeping Toon rabbit, and then he wakes up. He was goofy, and kind of cute. He was a white Toon rabbit, with ears as long as his large feet and a cute fluffy tail. He wore red overalls adorned with two yellow buttons holding the straps, yellow gloves, and a blue-and-yellow polka-dot bow, accenting his goofy Toon personality. His eyes were sky blue, had a pink rabbit nose with whiskers, a tuft of carrot-red hair, and tiny little buck teeth.

“He’s going to take very, very good care of you.” The woman continues, “Because if he doesn’t…” she presses her index finger on his nose harshly. “HE’S GOING BACK TO THE SCIENCE LAB!!!”

Science lab? The twins’ brows raised, perturbed. What the fuck?!

“P-p-p-p-p-please, don’t worry,” Roger says with a slight lisp. “Yes, ma’am! Aye-aye, sir! Okey-dokey!” He does some random salutes as the mother opens the door, leaving. “Why, I’ll take care of him like he was my own brother, or my own sister!” He accidentally hits his face on the door. Twyla giggled a bit. “Ow! Or my brother’s sister, or my second cousin…”

While Roger absentmindedly begins to count the number of relatives, the baby manages to squeeze through the play pen bars with their milk bottle, and flies across the hallway leading to the checkerboarded kitchen floor. “Cookie.” the baby cooed, looking up at the top of the imposing refrigerator where a jar of cookies stood.

The scene goes back to Roger, whose ears were twisted like a goofball rabbit ear pretzel. “Or like my seventeenth cousin, who was a hundred-and-fifty-six times removed from any side!”

He trails off when he hears a banging noise and finds the play pen empty. He sees the baby in the kitchen climbing up the counter, knocking off a drawer full of kitchen utensils. Roger flips out and screams, his blue eyes bulging with sheer horror as the infant crawls across the stove and their little foot accidentally switches on the burner control knob.

“I’LL SAVE YA, BABY!!!” Roger shouts and takes off into the kitchen.

“Cookie,” the infant smiles, knocking off the rolling pan.

“Don’t burn yourself, Baby Herman!” Roger pleads before he accidentally slips on the rolling pan. He flails his hands around to steady himself, but there wasn’t anything for him to hold on to. He rolls around the whole kitchen and misses every time. The infant, Baby Herman, knocks down an aluminum tea kettle and falls directly on Roger’s face, blocking his vision.

“Who turned off the lights? Boy, it’s dark in here!” Roger exclaims.

As the rabbit continues to roll, Baby Herman’s foot slips and pushes the oven lid down just as his “roommate” rolls straight into the oven, and the lid closes on him. The child’s foot slips on the knob, and it spins to off, on, hot…and VOLCANO HEAT.             

“Uh-oh,” both the twins mouthed silently, their eyes wide.

Baby Herman, that accursed foot-slipping infant, continues his quest for the jar of cookies by literally crawling across a sink full of soapy water and dishes. “Cookie,” he giggles again, but then becomes distracted by a swinging clock pendulum. He reaches out to grab it, but instead his hand lands on the faucet handle, causing the sink to overflow with soapy water.

The oven dings, WELL DONE.

Oh shit, here it comes!

Roger bursts out of the oven, still blocked by the tea kettle, and runs around the whole kitchen with his tail on fire, leaving behind a long trail of smoke. He runs around circle after circle, creating a cloud of thick Toon smoke around the kitchen. Meanwhile, Baby Herman somehow manages to climb on a stack of boxes containing deadly mouse poison. Roger slips on the bar of soap, causing him to fly up into the air and the soap ricochets against the stand-in iron board before it hits Baby Herman on the tush. He grabs onto the pendulum, still in his little dreamland quest to get the cookies.

Roger’s foot lands on the soap, causing him to slip again, and nearly slams into the wall when two of his fingers stick into the outlet plug sockets. Sparks of electricity zap through his entire body, sending him violent waves of shock as he begins slamming his kettle-blocked cranium against the wall repeatedly, creating a crack on the wall. The crack leads up to a top shelf holding pots, pans, pasta drains, and plates, and splits the shelf. A waterfall of metal and steel falls onto Roger’s head, banging and clashing, until all there’s left is a bottle of Extra Hot Acme Chili Sauce. The bottle falls and lands on the spout, and Roger accidentally drinks the sauce. The kettle turns bright steaming red before Roger finally explodes the kettle off his head, only to fly straight towards the iron board.

Baby Herman grabs onto another shelf, high above a stack of sharp kitchen knives, but the shelf gives away, causing a jar of pickles to fall on the stack and soar across the kitchen. The little brat jumps off a toilet plunger and lands on a high stack of bread, finally getting his hands on the cookie jar.

“I’m here, Baby—AAAAAAHHHH!!!!” Roger screams as the knives pin him against the walls like deadly darts, and an axe lands just one inch away from his family jewels. Tom’s dark eyes bulged while Twyla cupped her mouth, horrified. Ohhhhhh, fuck!    

A small toaster holding the plunger tilts over, and the plunger flies directly into Roger’s face. Baby Herman starts kicking off the slices of bread while the rabbit struggles to pull the plunger off his face. He flies off the wall while he was still stuck, but he eventually pulls off the plunger. Unfortunately, he now lands headfirst into an Acme Suck-O-Lux vacuum cleaner.

“Suck-O-Lux?” Twyla tilted her head confusedly while her brother did a double take and gave the crew and the focused director a deadpan look. I see what you did.

Poor Roger starts inflating into a balloon as Baby Herman finally pulls out his precious cookie. When Roger is full of air, he starts deflating all around the ceiling, knocking off teapots and other utensils before he head-dives into the bottom of the refrigerator, causing it to wobble and make Baby Herman lose his footing. With the refrigerator pinning down his head, Roger begins bouncing and the child falls off the top of the fridge. He lands on Roger’s squishy stomach. The rabbit lifts the fridge and grabs the baby, smiling with joy.

“Cookie.” Baby Herman smiles, admiring his cookie.

Then, Roger looks up and looks at the audience with horror before the fridge lands on his head. The camera zooms in on the fridge door, opening to reveal Roger with Toon birds flying around his head.

“CUT!” the director shouted, storming over to the duo holding a script. “CUT, CUT, CUT, CUT, CUT, CUT!”

“What the hell was wrong with that take?!” Baby Herman shouted, but not in a childlike voice. His voice was deep, like a disgruntled 50-year-old man.

The twins gaped at him, stupefied. Did that cookie-happy brat just speak?!

“Nothing with you, Baby Herman,” the director knelt to the manchild’s level, beaming at him, “You were great. You were perfect. You were better than perfect! It’s Roger. HE KEEPS BLOWING HIS LINES!!!” he shouted, glaring at Herman’s coworker. “Roger, what’s this?” he yanked one of the birds.

“A tweeting bird,” Roger replied, smiling nervously.

“‘A tweeting bird’”, the director mocked, slamming the poor bird down. “Roger, read the script. Look what is says,” he pulls the script to Roger, “It says, ‘Rabbit gets clunked. Rabbit sees stars’. Not birds! STARS!” he looked over his shoulder, “Can we lose the playback, please?!” he shouted, “Roger, you’re killing me! Killing me!”

“For crying out loud, Roger! How the hell many times do we have to do this damn scene?!” Herman pointed at Roger’s nose before he started storming off, “Raoul! I’ll be in my trailer taking a nap!” he snuck his way underneath a lady’s skirt, “`Scuse me, toots.”

Tom and Twyla looked at each other. “What just happened?”

“Hey, you two!” Herman startled the twins, pointing at them.

“You talkin’ to us?” Tom asked, motioning to Twyla and himself.

“Yeah! I gotta talk to you two in my trailer!”

The twins shared a glance, then reluctantly followed him. Twyla cast a glance at Roger begging his employer, and another man wearing a trench coat drinking a flask.

“Twyla!” Tom called.

“Oh, sorry!” she replied and followed her brother and the…uh, baby.

________________

“So, is there anything that you need from us, um…Mr. Herman?” Tom asked once he and Twyla sat in their chairs at Herman’s “office”. The trailer was a fucking wreck reeking of cigar smoke and expired baby powder.

“You must be the investigators that I called for! I want you to investigate Roger!” Baby Herman exclaimed while he lit up a cigar.

Investigators? The twins shared a feigned confused glance. A couple of Toon twins show up at a studio, unannounced and uninvited, and this little fucker assumes that they’re professional investigators? “Uh, do we look like investigators to you?” Tom asked, playing the innocent bystander.

Baby Herman took a long draw of his cigar and blew out a huge puff of smoke. “If you’re not the sleuths I called for, then who the hell are you?” he demanded impatiently, “And where are ya from?”

Tom didn’t want to take any risks giving information to strangers, so he came up with a lie. “Well, my sister and I just showed up here and we have no idea where the fuck we are. What is this place?” he asked.

“You’re in Los Angeles, California…” the pint-sized actor answered, puffing on his stogie.

The twins’ brows raised. So they are in Los Angeles.

“…and if you’re confused on the time, this is the year 1947.” He finished, not noticing the twins’ reactions.

Tom and Twyla gaped at him in utter disbelief, their jaws dropped to the floor. They…they traveled back in time? They somehow found a Tardis operated as the Red Car, and now they’re in the year 1947?! WHAT THE FU—?!

“There is no way in hell we hitched a ride all way the way from Chicago to Los Angeles and traveled back in time!” Tom whispered-shouted. “What is this, some fuckin’ Doctor Who rip-off?!”

Baby Herman rose a brow but didn’t hear the last two parts. “So you’re from Chicago? Well, this is better than the last goons I called for. I would have called Valiant, but…” he grumbled, trailing off. He shook it off, “Anyways, I want to hire you two to find out why Roger keeps screwing up his lines! This is the twenty-third time we had to do this fuckin’ cartoon on the set, and I have a damn good feeling it’s Jessica.”

“Jessica?” Tom rose a brow.

“His wife. There’s been a streamline of rumors sayin’ that she’s having an affair with some schmuck, and I don’t know if those rumors are true.”

“So, you just want us to follow her around the town and see for ourselves?” Tom asked, glancing at his sister who only shrugged.

“Exactly, pal!” Herman exclaimed, exhaling another large puff. “I want you guys to gather some evidence and bring it back to me. If the rumors are true, then Roger’s gotta dump that broad. If it’s all a lie, then you’s two gotta help me do something with the rumors.”

“Do something, you say?” Tom asked coolly, his lips pulled into a wicked smile. “You mean, take care of the situation?” his voice darkened, his smile dropping down zero degrees and making the walls of the trailer freeze. But Baby Herman’s smug smile only widened, unaware of the danger he just unleashed for himself.

The twins shared a sinister smirk, then nodded. “OK. What’s in it for us, though?” Tom spoke, catching the baby’s attention.

“I’ll pay you both $500 grand for taking this job,” he replied, pulling out a real-life case. He unlocked it and pulled the lid up, revealing the stacks of green to prove himself.

Tom and Twyla peered at the stacks. It was real cash. Hand-printed, not Toon-drawn. And the money could be useful for…future purposes. They shared a quick silent chat, then nodded in agreement.

“All right,” Tom said, “We’ll help ya. But there’s just one problem.”

“What, cold feet?”

“No. Since we don’t know the ups and downs of this town, we’re going to need professional help. We may be good, but it’s experience versus practice, if you catch my drift. Do you know anyone who can help?” he asked.

Baby Herman coughed on his cigar, earning him raised brows. He fisted his chest, hacking out the smoke that somehow got in the wrong spot before he stopped coughing. He cleared his throat, then looked at the twins right in the eye.

“There’s only one fella who could help ya out. His name’s Eddie Valiant,” he said, his voice low and grave. “He’s a professional private investigator.” He reached over to tap his ashtray before taking another puff, “Back then, whenever a Toon’s in trouble, they’d go to him for help. He’s the only detective in Los Angeles who’s worked with Toons.”

The only detective? The twins glanced at each other, noting the slightly somber tone in Herman’s voice. Tom broke the silence, “OK, but that was then. What is he like now?”

“He stinks up the whole town, wastin’ his time and money on the booze. And he doesn’t take Toon cases anymore.” Herman answered, not making eye contact.

“Doesn’t take Toon cases anymore?” Tom raised a brow, his fur rubbed the wrong way. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then after a moment he turned his focus on Herman. He leaned over and patted the older Toon’s shoulder. “Look, how about this? You send us his way and we’ll take our chances. If he refuses, then my sister and I will see what we can dig up. OK?”

Herman lifted his chin up to meet Tom’s gaze, then smiled that smug grin again. “Perfect! I knew I can count on you two!” He pressed a button on the vintage intercom. “Hey, Maroon! Good news! I got you some assistant sleuths!”

“Oh, you did?” A man’s voice exclaimed excitedly, “That’s wonderful! How many?”

“A pair of twins from the other side of the state. Also, tell Valiant to freshen up, ‘cuz he’s got some Toon youngsters to train!”

“Toons?!” another voice, deeper and gruffer, shouted from the intercom. “You never said anything about me working with Toons! I am not training some ink-blood runts while on the job!”

“Oh, great. Another racist.” Tom rolled his eyes with a growl. Twyla only flipped the intercom off.

“Up yours too, asshole!” Herman barked back, joining Twyla. “And watch your fuckin’ mouth! There’s a lady present.”

“Now, now, boys. There’s no need for that,” the first voice broke up the confrontation, “Herman, my assistant will be around to escort our guests. Would you please send them my way?”

“Yeah, sure.” Herman said, glowering at the intercom before it turned off. Then, he turned to the twins, his eyes tense. “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”

“Thanks. We’ll be in touch soon,” Tom shook hands with their new “client” and put on his fedora. He and Twyla made their way to the door when Tom stopped.

“Oh, and Herman?”

“Yeah?” Baby Herman looked up, only to nearly jump off his chair when Tom suddenly grabbed him by the chest and roughly pinned him against the wall. The smaller Toon tried to pry his tiny hands off the wolf’s grip, but it was futile. He wiggled around until he stopped dead in his tracks when his terrified blue eyes met two pitch-black orbs, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw a tiny glowing streak of red.

Tom’s eyes glinted hellishly, and a trail of ink dripped down his forehead. “Listen closely, you cigar-chomping little shit.” he growled, his voice dropping down a few octaves. “You keep your part of the bargain, or I’ll tear you apart and eat your insides while you’re still alive.” His lips pulled into a wicked, fanged-like grin as he reveled in the bone-chilling fear and horror in Herman’s eyes. He watched the little man quiver in his diaper. Hell, he probably pissed himself. “And Hermie?” Tom leaned towards him until their noses touched. “If you try to blab on us, just remember…my sister hates snitches.”

Baby Herman dared to look over his attacker’s shoulder, and paled when Twyla gave him a sinister little smirk while filing her manicured, deadly claws. Quaking, he looked back at Tom and nodded frantically.

“Good.” He dropped the “baby” and fixed the collar of his jacket. “Come on, Twyla.”

He opened the door for his sister and followed, closing the door behind him. Baby Herman sat in his chair, alone and frozen with fear, then sipped on his milk bottle.           

[magpie-blues]

I wanted to reblog the post I found about this but I can’t find it but it’s ok I’ll improvise

So like it was a picture of a tweet abt someone talking abt how people can just tell the difference between a ‘good movie’ and a ‘bad movie’ when like 90% of the time they just walk out of the theater and they’re like ‘I had fun watching that movie’

Like

That’s just me. Well, there are exceptions but please tell me I’m not the only one. Like, I went and watched DC Black Adam right? You know, with Dwayne Johnson, and I was baffled because people were like ‘that movie sucked wtf’

And I’m just sitting there like ‘I had fun watching that movie’ and then didn’t go into further analysis about it. I just enjoyed and forgot to critique, is that what you’re supposed to do or do I zone out to much. I seem to turn off my brain when watching a movie and just let the little monkey up there clap it’s lil symbols and giggle and it gives me serotonin.

[blackcatrph]

»  ━━  UNHINGED  DISCORD  SERVER  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

quotes  taken  from  a  chaotic  discord  server.  nsfw  themes  present.  please  alter  any  pronouns  if  required  when  sending.

“  kittens are ... lesbians ?  ”

“  does anyone remember why i’m deep fried cock  ?  ”

“  i’ll dick you to death if you want.  ”

“  time is forks.  ”

“  do they think they'll accidently slip inside their pals butt or smth i dont get it.  ”

“  no kink shaming only kink asking why.  ” 

“  what happened to all the lube in this server.  ”

“  god why's it that deep anyway.  ”

“  mom come get me the brits are scaring me again.  ”

“  I feel like it'd piss him off if I got something dick flavoured.  ”

“  i accidentally called my cat mom and then accidentally called my cat a milf.  ”

“  golden showers for daddy.  ”

“  i woof at you real good.  ”

“  i was going to say ‘ aren’t you going to woof for your daddy’.  ”

“  i dropped my phone because it was making my butt hurt.  ”

“  and today i walk into private spicy dick.  ”

“  mamma mia, i am moist again.  ”

“  maybe i want to cream my muffin.  ”

“  when did you get rid of the lube?  ”

“  my noses are much more supportive than my parents.  ”

“  i don’t stop coming for 10 hours.  ”

“  penetration on the first date.  ”

“  i love the wet place.  ”

“  do you often eat monkey anus?  ”

“  imagine being moo’d at by catherine tate.  ”

“  well well well, if it isn’t a conversation i have no recollection of seeing.  ”

“  her wolf form is hot.  ”

“  i don’t kink shame. clearly, as i am a furry.  ”

“  they’re weak and will not survive the winter.  ”

“  i once had a potato salad that tasted the way horses smell.  ”

“  ah yes, lube up some wheat for free serotonin.  ”

“  do you not like dong oil ?  ”

“  good morning, would you rather be vored or cannibalised  ?  ”

“  woofing or pegging or woofing while pegging ?  ”

“  please don’t use lick and moan so close together.  ”

“  sinning ? in my good christian metacrisis brainmeld ?  ”

“  woof woof daddy.  ”

“  i cause chaos by pegging gay america.  ”

“  the vapour rub made him a vapour sub.  ”

“  drop a bare ass, fuck your ankle a bit, cause some chaos.  ”

“  i prefer the idea of getting a boner over a broken leg...  ”

“  a lot of hand jobs for sperm donations...  ”

“  i’ve got the milf.  ”

“  lick warm fluffy dicks.  ”

“  yes  daddy  pig.  ”

“  oh I thought u were on about the adam driver golden showers...  ” 

[jaeminscoffee]

Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"

[adamwarlock]

how do you feel know adam warlock is coming to the mcu 🎤

Nervous!!!!!!!!!!! 🥴

It like hasn't even REALLY settled in yet... I'll start properly freaking out once I actually see him in action it's not real until then.

I'm really excited but I also have SOOOOO many problems with the mcu overall that I'm sure I'll be mad in some capacity regardless of what they do to Adam, expect a lot of complaining for years to come :'^]

In other ways I'm pretty easy to please, I unfortunately enjoy watching even the most garbage mcu flick so they'll have to fuck up REALLY BAD for me to 100% fully detest it. Like I just can't bring myself to hate mcu!Thanos despite my endless bitching and moaning over how they chose to portray him lol. The pure lizard brain serotonin rush I get from seeing him punch Tony in the face outweighs all dodgy characterization I guess!

Even tho they barely reflect the comics I have a fondness for Gunn's GOTG films in particular, GOTG v2 is my favorite mcu movie so I'm hoping 3 will dethrone it but we shall see!! I do at least trust Gunn to deliver some actual themes and hopefully interesting characterization... I'm very curious (NERVOUS) to see what he has planned....... 👁️👁️

MOSTLY I'm just dreading the inevitable discourse lmao mcu fans have the worst takes in the world and they're soooooo weird about Thanos already. Help.

[moonlightflower21]

Since we're on the Raph train I was wondering (mafia or not) how would react to his S/O being shot whilst also being pregnant with his baby? You don't have to do this if you don't want to tho! ❤

i loved this ask! this is totally also based on my one of my fave series because i thought it fit well.

disclaimer: mentions of shooting and hospitals. angst with fluff. kinda long, sorry bout that.

"You're not alone Raph. I know-" "Just stop please just stop, I can't take yer false optimism. It's not helping me, just stop" Raph growled at April, twirling his sais in his hands. It was a habit for whenever he was scared or nervous and she could really see both as clear as day in his face. For possibly the first she can tell just how scared the brute is.

Normally he would be laughing in the face of danger but it seems now that he's cowering away. April understood the outburst, knowing she would be falling apart if she was in his shoes. She left him for some peace but his mind was a prison, trying to remember every detail of this horrific accident.

His hands tremble when he notices your blood spattered against them, taking him back to when you were shot. That particular moment is forever burnt into his head, his heart dropped all the way to the ground when he first saw you in that state. You both had just even talking, laughing until the shot was fired.

Your mouth parted, gasping for air frantic to stop the flow of blood but it was impossible. The bullet penetrated deep through the muscle, embedded within your stomach. But what the worst was is that you were pregnant, halfway through month five. He rushed you to the hospital which thankfully wasn't far. The doctors rushed forwards to help you, shouting for the needles and the IV drip to stabilise yours and the baby's heartbeat. But once they went to the surgery room, no doctors had confirmed anything either. It felt like hell waiting and waiting for a word of confirmation. Anything to tell him that you and the baby were okay.

His brothers were trying to track down the gunman along with Chief Vincent and her team but Leo refused for Raph to join, claiming that he was also a potential target. That it would be too much to take on. He blew up on him, of course but Leo was adamant, taking him off the case. That killed him even more.

Donatello held the warm cup between his hands, watching his brother through the glass. He was scowling, angry that Leo hadn't given him much information about the whole incident. And as much as he understood Raph's pain, he knew why Leo refused for him to take part.

Donnie took a deep breath entering the room, shooting a small smile at the terrapin. Raphael looked up, a deep frown on his face as he paced trying to think but coming to no avail. Hearing his brother come in, he paused and raised a brow. He wished it was April, providing any useful information to take down the killer. He knew how to analyse the humans, but his brothers were harder to get information out of. Raphs shoulders deflated when he realised it was Donnie instead. He didn't even bother to try and hide his discontent from him.

"Were you with April?" He asked roughly, looking at him if he were a complete stranger.

"Here, I brought you a green tea. It won't make you as jittery as coffee" Donatello handed the warm cup to Raph who held it but kept his focus solely upon the purple banded turtle.

"You came instead of April because you knew I'd be able to read her" He spoke almost hoarsely, trying to hold back all his fustrations but it was clear they were slowly being let free.

Donnie's tongue ran across his bottom lip, trying to think of something that could diffuse his tension. But there was nothing he could say that could alleviate the pain Raph was feeling. Dancing around the bush simply meant he would become infuriated which was the last thing anyone needed.

"That is correct" He began but Raph was quick to speak again.

"And Leo sent ya here to see if I'm stable" He scoffed. "He didn't say that but..." Donnie trailed off, a soft nod of agreement at the statement.

Raph shook his head, placing the cup on the table. "I don't get jittery" His brows furrowed, sighing impatiently.

"Usually you don't, but your carotid tells a different story. I've counted 10 heartbeats in the last 3 seconds, it's about 20 percent higher than usual when you're stress-"

"Don I know yer only trying to protect me, I get it, but knock it off! I just want to know what you've learned" Raph fought the urge to punch something, anything, desperate to know if you were okay. Desprate to kill the fucker who messed with you. Donnie cleared his throat, placing his hands in his pockets as his eyes focused on his older brother. He decided to take another approach, hopefully one that will allow Raph to see this in another light.

"When you first told me about Y/N, I'd never seen you like that. The decreased levels of central serotonin in your brain cause intrusive thinking. When I finally saw you guys together, that's when I knew for sure. Your pupils dilated, your posture changed, and I saw you involuntarily reach for her hand. Science confirmed it. You found the one. Do you believe that?" He asked, stepping closer to Raph. His older brother was never one for showing his true emotions, never one for crying or asking for help. But the unshed tears in his eyes, the pained expression tell another story. One that doesn't need a genius to see that it is killing him inside.

"Yes..." He whispered softly, the hardened stance slowly softening just a crack.

"Then believe this. Our team loves you, and we are not going to stop until we find whoever did this. But we can only do that with a completely dispassionate and unprejudiced point of view. Paternal instinct is a deadly bias that we just can't risk. It's for your protection, Raph. I swear" Donnie's eyes were warm, comforting. That even though he couldn't relate to this situation he understood the fear that coursed through the terrapins body. But no matter what happened, he wasn't there to go through the pain alone.

"I hate ya...." Raph rumbled, but he let out a small smile knowing he was grateful for his brother in times like these.

"Me too bro"

[shiverandqueeef]

Would you like to explain the canucks one?

Thank you from a little(I promise only a little bit) confused Canucks fan

You got it anon! buckle up for a long and possibly non-nonsensical answer! moving from left to right, top row to bottom:

Brock Boeser: one of his nicknames is Mr.Sensitive (unless you ask him 😂) plus he has the saddest of sad boi post-loss playlists over on spotify

Elias Pettersson: AKA Pistol Petey! so named for his insane wrist and slap shots. and ofc it’s gotta be in gold - only the best most unnecessarily expensive for our Drip King Petey 😉 im serious tho. the man spent $280 on a flippin t-shirt.

Jake Virtanen: AKA Big Tuna! and uh...i mean i don’t think either chunky nor cornball need to be explained 😂

Quinn Hughes: AKA Huggy Bear! only the best nickname on the nucks roster in my humble (and correct) opinion. everybody say thank you brandon sutter

Bo Horvat: our captain’s full name is actually Bowie - he was named after the musician. the pic is from Bowie’s role in the movie Labyrinth (which, sidenote: everyone should see at least once.  it is... well it sure is something.) the baby made it perfect, as Bo and his wife Holly had their son Gunnar this year

Nils Höglander: okay. so. canucks announcer John Shorthouse has taken to calling nils a “little pepper-pot!”. no one knows why. but he says it lovingly and with admiration. the team has started calling him hog/hoggy. and uh. pepper pot + hoggy gives you? peppa pig!  (if you live in my brain 😂)

Adam Gaudette: oh gauds. my favourite boston greaseball 😌.  so gaudette has a long and proud history of being a massive hoe. then he got married. you would think this would have dimmed his bright beautiful sluttiness - but no! being in love has only compounded his thot ways! so he gets the Iconique Cardi B vine. for video evidence of said ways and also free serotonin please refer to Micaela Kim Gaudette’s tiktok and insta.  also this shirt from the always on point @broadscastpod

Antoine Roussel: AKA Rooster! he is a chirpy french bird with criminal tendencies - currently second on the team in most penalty minutes at 29 (myers has 35, but he also plays roughly twice the minutes roussel has per game) basically rooster is our brad marchand, but with less intent to injure.  also less licking.

Alex Edler: his nickname is eagle. that’s it that’s the explanation 😂. although, if i could have found a pic of a grizzled elderly eagle i would’ve gone with that, as the team delights in reminding him he is (in hockey years) a full on grandpa

Braden Holtby: our newest canuck is - when at his best - a solid brick wall in the net. he and his awesome wife brandi are also LGBT allies 🌈❤️  hence the rainbow brick wall (he also chose not to visit the white house after winning the cup, alongside teammates Devante-smith Pelly and Brent Connelly, and he puts his money were his mouth is)

Tyler Motte: love of my hockey life. short king. mental /health /advocate. Champion of the Penalty Kill. I will eventually get to the explanation i just love him a lot. we motter fans are a small but passionate few. okay so fans have bestowed the nickname of Applesauce on account of the applesauce brand Mott’s. afaik this is a fan only nickname and the team just calls him motter.    

and last but certainly not least

Zack Macewen: aka Zack Attack! Mac Attack! the man comes in like a Mack Truck and defends his teammates like a handsome knight in hockey pads. he’s also a wholesome marshmallow off the ice, elite giver of hugs, and as previously stated, very not hard on the eyes. please refer to @churchofrileytanev ‘s blog for quality zack content. 

not included due to the hockey gods being cruel and unfeeling deities (and also jim benning being a moron):

Troy “From Richmond” Stecher

Chris “Tequila” Tanev

Jacob “Marky” Markstrom

and that’s it! apologies if some of the info was redundant for you anon, i just figured i would provide some extra context for non-canucks fans; even tho it’s unlikely this post will ever make it to them...but i had fun compiling it all so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thanks for giving me an excuse to go on about some of my fav boys!

[gingerly-writing]

hi! i'm not the previous anon, but i'd love to hear your advice on being a short story/prompt filler kind of writer if you have the time ^^ (love your stuff and your prompts btw)

sorry I'm getting to this so late, but here's some advice!

if you're Machiavelli/want to max your followers ASAP:

pick big prompt blogs who reblog people who fill their prompts, fill one of their prompts and tag them in it. rinse and repeat

write to popular tropes (hero/villain is obviously popular around these parts), preferably with a snazzy and clever twist

romance and sexual tension are more likely to blow up big

don't use names, use nouns. I don't know why saying 'hero' and 'villain' gets more notes than 'Adam and Clark' but for some reason it does (I suspect it's because nouns take less brain power to process but who knows?)

reblog + comment on all the writing you can find from people in the niche you want to join. befriend them. chat to them. chances are they will reblog + comment on your writing right back

controversial but: don't take requests unless you love it or you're being paid for it. chances are your ideas are more engaging and more enjoyable to write than anything most people will feed you. making one anon happy is fun, but if you're chasing notes you want to be pleasing the whole crowd

write short things. you can maximise your content output and keep people with short attention spans reading

strategically place your read-mores after something exciting/intriguing/snappy just happened. also, use read-mores on all long content or people will start to resent you filling up their entire dashboard

reblog your own content for different timezones and anyone who might have missed it the first time. if you feel awkward doing this, reply to people who leave nice comments in a reblog yourself as it performs the same function of showing off your content again

only post writing content. keep it as close to your core thing as possible (don’t be reblogging random WIP content and fandom stuff and memes like me lol)

keep going! it took me five years and hmmm 2700 prompts to get this far? persistence and consistency is key to getting big

if you just want to have fun:

make friends! writing is infinitely more fun when you have buddies to scream with

write what you enjoy, not what other people want you to write (in terms of niches or requests)

do! not! burn! yourself! out! taking requests and trying to write something every day are the number one ways I have seen MANY MANY bloggers burn themselves right out. (now, obviously I do both of these so take it with a pinch of salt, but I am experienced, stable, and have lots of fallback plans and coping mechanisms)

closing your askbox to anons will cut the bullshit and your non-writing blog workload by 70%+

follow lots of writing blogs and suck up all their ideas and prose quirks and snazzy styles for that sweet sweet serotonin and inspiration combo

never agree to do anything that doesn't fill your heart with joy

now, obviously there's a lot of overlap in these two sections because, surprise, having fun with your blog and your writing is a key component of sticking around long enough for your content to get big! I personally do a few bullet points from both of these sections--if I took all of my own advice I would probably get much bigger much faster, but I haven't stuck around for five years without learning how I prefer to operate!

I hope this helps! <3