#but it's such a cute mental image i cannot deny that.........

[marshmellowtea]

i have mixed feelings on the idea of chris as a father figure (as in i do see where it's coming from i just can't see this man being capable of taking care of even just a houseplant without accidentally killing it and spiraling about it for weeks lkgjdskf) but i do like the idea of his cast arguing about who his favorite of them is like a bunch of rowdy children which chris shuts down with an "i hate you all the same" a la my grandmother (he loves all of them so bad though <3)

[aweina]

ᰔ. wrong package : mike schmidt — suggestive warning !! + ft. secondhand embarrassment.

next door neighbor mike who randomly appears in front of your doorstep, an unusual flushed look in his tired features. neither of you have been formally acquainted, if you don’t count the forced awkward exchanges when getting the mail outside.

although, mike was good looking despite his unkempt demeanor — the remnant memories of his stiff politeness and husk voice had you fawning over him for as long as you were made aware of his presence. but it seems like he’d rather get to work or rest at home than getting to know any of his neighbors.

but now, he stands in front of you shifting one foot over the other — his wavering eyes settling onto the torn box in his grasp rather than your face. there was a bob to his throat, swallowing down on his thickening saliva in anticipation.

“uh sorry to bother you, but i’ve actually gotten your package on accident and ummm … i opened it.” his fumbling words shot through his lips like he’s in a rush, but you still manage to make his statement coherent.

he directs your curious eyes over the beaten package and immediately, your polite smile turned into a silent scream. the rabbit vibrator that you ordered online was hastily covered in some old newspaper — what mike probably did beforehand out respect of your already invaded privacy. the hot pink color and obnoxious packaging taunting you. your name was bold and printed on the delivery sticker, sparing you no excuses for your erotic purchase.

your dilated pupils and now flushed complexion made mike feel apologetic, yet somewhat amused. his encounters with you were a rarity, but he made sure to remember those moments. like when you would focus on reading the mail beside the shared mailbox, the way your face looked so cute carefully squinting and mumbling each word. or even that time you mistaken his sister as his daughter, the same dust of pink settled onto your cheeks like it did now.

mike formed an impression that you’re put together and tooth achingly innocent, but after accidentally opening your package — his superficial thoughts about you has gone down south and into the depths of a more lustrous head space.

how would you look like using it? what would you sound like? crude and carnal ideas spilling over the mental image of your face, his senses clouded with this new epiphany.

he carefully hovers his hand over yours and guides them with a phantom touch, placing the package gently in your stiffened grasp. the furrow in your brows and lack of response made him worried you might pass out — but then you began to sputter a shy “thank you”, your quivering eyes never meeting his. it was a nice look, he couldn’t deny it.

“i won’t tell, promise.” his previous nervous manner completely melted away as he teases you for a bit, his pointer finger pressed against his friendly smile — like it could somehow permanently seal his lips from exposing your status on your sex life.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak — not when you heart feels like it’s about to explode while your body temperature is fighting between haunting chills or overwhelming heat. the gaze in his eyes was much more darker and relaxed than before. weirdly enough, you trust him like you’ve known him your whole life. mike gives you a friendly farewell before he makes his way back into his house.

slowly shutting the door with a solid click, you immediately pathetically fall to your knees and shriek in absolute horror — the box crashing down with you and revealing the one thing that made this rare exchange so humiliating, embarrassment settling so thick in your core. your hot neighbor knowing you’re sexually active? currently getting off to a dingy sex toy? you cannot go back outside again, not if you’re going to possibly see him. hell, you cannot even use the toy without thinking of mike. it’s like he cursed it with some spell, the whispers of his name draw closer each passing second whenever you gaze at the toy.

his ears perk at the bloodcurdling scream that pierced through your closed windows — one so loud and dramatic, it sounded like an active crime scene. he couldn’t help but helplessly laugh into his baggy sleeves, prickles of tears in the corners of his eyes. it’s been awhile since he’s laughed like that, it was needed. returning back home felt less eventful, your embarrassment still making him chuckle under his breath and somewhat eager to see it on you again.

of course, there’s no shame of getting yourself off, but if you needed a helping hand — mike would gladly come over and do his due diligence to be the perfect neighbor. with his new image of you carved into his mind and colorful second impression of you, maybe it’s time for him to make a more formal introduction of himself, once you actually start recovering from your eternal embarrassment.

[sunnynwanda]

Hiiiii! can i request for a shy vampire and a willing victim?

you have such wonderful writing and can't wait for every of your updates, thank you!

Bite me

Warnings: not my usual content - vampire x victim dynamic, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood drinking (duh). Vic is short for victim.

So maybe walking through an abandoned park at night was not their smartest idea. So what? It's not like Vic was ever one to have genius ideas. It was late; they were lazy and entirely done with everything happening in their life. Sometimes, Vic just wished they could spend a lifetime sipping wine and staring at the moon with a woeful expression.

They'd look gorgeous too. Like one of those gothic paintings that their landlord insisted on keeping up. Vic did not mind, mostly because they were too numb to care. Yeah, apathy was what they felt - or rather, they didn't feel anything. It could be the reason for the desperate recklessness with which they treated life.

Hence, their lack of reaction would lead to an unexpected turn of events tonight.

When someone's arms grab Vic from behind, pressing them face-first against a wall, they don't struggle much. Vic expects to be robbed or perhaps killed, but when their attacker tilts their head to the side, exposing their neck, they let out a sigh that borders on relief.

Vampire.

They feel sharp fangs graze their skin tentatively, causing goosebumps to arise. The feeling makes Vic freeze. Fuck, why does this feel so hot?

They don't flinch, which seems to surprise the vampire holding them. It steps closer, pressing up against Vic from behind, sending a s hiver of arousal down their spine. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

They're grateful their attacker doesn't notice it, preoccupied with their own struggles. After another moment of hesitation, the vices around them loosen. The vampire steps back, their arms almost limp as they drop to their sides.

"I-" The vampire pauses, gulping thickly. "I can't do this. I can't." They shake their head in half-disappointment, half-conviction.

When Vic turns around to face them, they look so downcast that it chips away at Vic's heart. Poor thing. "Hey, it's alright." They try to sound as comforting as a victim possibly can.

"Excuse me?" The vampire looks up at them, their expression incredulous.

"I don't mind," Vic shrugs, catching their attacker off guard. They are equally surprised at their undeniable willingness to fall victim tonight. They already have the woeful gothic vibe down - might as well go for it. Just drink blood instead of wine while staring at the moon. Not that big of a difference.

"What do you mean you don't mind?" The vampire asks, their voice going off-pitch. "Are you bonkers?"

"Nope," Vic denies, though it's likely the case. "I'm a fan."

"EXCUSE ME?!" What the vampire truly wanted to ask was: 'What the everloving fuck are you on about?' but they had to maintain the intellectual image.

"You heard me," Vic responds their expression nothing short of nonchalance. They give the vampire a quick glance-over. "I didn't think you'd be this cute though."

"What?" The vampire exclaims, coughing to hide their flustered expression. Their eyes are blown so wide, they might as well pop out of their skull, not to mention the furious blush spreading over their face and neck. They didn't even know vampires could blush.

Before they can finish that, Vic interrupts them with a sneaky smirk. "Now, would you be a doll and bite me already?"

"I-" The vampire stutters, breaking character because they cannot process what's happening. "What the hell? You were supposed to scream and run away!"

"Oh, you like to play with your food, huh?" Vic's smirk widens into a wicked grin as they whisper. "Kinky, I like that."

"WHAT?!" Okay, the vampire is nearing a mental breakdown at this point - their brain has waved a white flag, surrendering to the utter unpredictability of the idiot in front of them.

The vampire watches in horror awe as Vic purses their lips, leaning against the wall behind them before speaking. "Surprised, baby?"

"B-baby..?" The vampire is convinced something in their brain is malfunctioning because they cannot have heard this correctly. "How drunk are you?"

"I'm slightly tipsy and overwhelmingly sad," they explain, raking their eyes over the vampire's form. They really are cute.

"Then why are you this... willing to-" they pause to find the right words, "to, uh, be turned or eaten?"

"I'd rather be turned, if I'm honest," Vic notes, as if that was not painfully obvious.

"Oh, thank god, I had doubts," the vampire retorts, sarcasm dripping from their tone and expression as they roll their eyes.

The victim giggles, crossing their arms in amusement. Maybe life wasn't turning out as shitty as they presumed.

"Stop giggling, for heaven's sake!" The vampire's exasperation brings another wave of soft giggles to their supposed victim.

Vic snorts, crossing their arms over their chest and quirking an eyebrow at the use of the phrase. "You're one to talk about heaven?"

"Fair," the vampire admits with a small smile, and Vic freezes, admiring the gentle curve of their lips.

Holy fuck, they need to get their mind out of the gutter.

"Seems to me I could go now?" Vic notes, turning around in a mock attempt at escaping.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," the vampire seizes them again, their hold firm yet gentle when their arm wraps around Vic's waist, pulling their back flush against their chest.

"Are you going to bite me, or should I look for someone braver to pierce me?" Vic chuckles, their teasing tone obvious to their attacker.

"Oh, you're fucking done for," the vampire lets out a low growl as their tongue darts out to swipe over the sensitive skin of Vic's neck, earning a muffled moan from their victim. "In more ways than one."

A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Thank you, I'm happy to hear you enjoy my writing! This is not my usual content but I enjoyed writing it immensely. <3 Love, Sunny xo

P.S. @m4iloblu3 I have no idea why I can't tag you properly.

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[thelazyhermits]

I admit that this question mainly came about because it's a trend in the TWST fandom for some reason and I am legitimately curious, but how do you think the TWST boys would react to a small child Fortune (blame someone spiking her lunch food with a potion or something)?

Ah, the timeless age regression trope. No matter the fandom, it's always a classic lol

Just like in the world of BNHA, it's easy to imagine this happening in the world of TWST cause magic exists and cause ADeuce/Grim are a recipe for disaster during Alchemy class, so this happening to Yuu at some point is totally plausible 😂

Anyway, in regards to your question, I feel like this turn of events would be mostly welcomed by the Twst boys since they're all pretty good with children to various degrees, which is rather surprising considering how they all normally are lol

Leona would be the main exception since he doesn't like dealing with kids, but despite this, he wouldn't be mean to Yuu since he was taught to be respectful toward women. Plus, this is his favorite little herbivore. He'll put on a show, acting like he's hating every minute of this, but he's gonna take good care of her for as long as she's with him. If she wants to cuddle up with him and play with his hair, that's exactly what he's gonna let her do, and don't even think of doing anything to upset her while in his presence or you will soon regret it haha

Putting the rest under the cut since this post got kinda long.

Ruggie is already overprotective of Yuu as it is, so now, he's even more so cause she's a small vulnerable child. He's the ultimate babysitter thanks to his years of taking care of the kids in his neighborhood, so you really can't find a better guy than him for the job despite his overprotectiveness.

Jack is also the perfect babysitter since he's attentive and has experience looking after his two younger siblings. Seeing Yuu looking so small brings out his protective instincts, so he does whatever he can to look out for her since he doesn't want anything to happen to her.

The Pop Music Club absolutely adore tiny Yuu and want her to hang out with them as much as possible. Cater wants to get as many photos and videos for Magicam as he can, and Kalim just wants to spoil her and buy her everything her little heart desires and take her on a magic carpet ride.

Meanwhile, Lilia is in dad mode. He cannot deny the allure of adopting another adorable child, so he is having a total field day. Anyone watching over Yuu better keep a close eye on her at all times, or this man will snatch her while you're not looking 😂

When Lilia succeeds in kidnapping Yuu and taking her back to their dorm, Malleus quickly takes a liking to tiny Yuu since she's still not afraid of him. He'll take good care of his favorite child of man, so he'll keep her safe from Lilia's cooking lol

Silver is very chill about this turn of events. While he's not quite approving of his father's kidnapping methods, he just goes along with it and does whatever he can to take care of Yuu. They probably end up becoming napping buddies cause I love that adorable mental image.

Sebek unsurprisingly gets jealous of all the attention Yuu is getting from Malleus/Lilia, but at the same time, he's happy to see Yuu getting treated so well since he knows she didn't have the best childhood. That's why he's very protective of her and noticeably softer when interacting with her.

Like the Pop Music Club, Floyd wants to play with Yuu since he always wants to play with her no matter her age lol Azul and Jade are two students who aren't exactly enthusiastic about this turn of events, but they're willing to do their part to look after her if necessary since they don't want anything to happen to her, and they won't charge Yuu for their services either cause she wins them over with her cute charms haha

Riddle is so awkward around Yuu since he's not used to dealing with children, but he does his best to be a good babysitter since he quickly becomes endeared to her since she's not intimidated by him/is friendly with him.

Trey naturally is a pro at looking after her, and he absolutely spoils her rotten. He'll deny it if anyone calls him out for his behavior, but it's the truth haha

Deuce is even more protective of Yuu than usual when she becomes a child. If anyone even looks at this kid wrong, he will go on the offensive lol Meanwhile, Ace tries to act like watching over her is a pain, but there's no denying that Yuu has them both wrapped around her little fingers.

Jamil is another student who's not particularly enthusiastic about this turn of events, but he's very good at looking after Yuu. He's especially gentle with her and definitely more protective of her when she's this young, but he will deny it with all his might lol

Out of the Pomefiore trio, I'd say Rook is the most excited about this turn of events since he seems like the type who loves kids, so he'd have a grand time playing with Yuu.

When Rook successfully steals Yuu away and takes her to their dorm, Vil just rolls along with it and gives her a spa day and reads one of his scripts to her when she wants to be read to.

Epel would also just roll along with this and play with Yuu/give her apples. He's probably the most calm about this, out of Yuu's sons, but like Deuce, if anyone looks at her wrong, you better watch out.

Ortho is super excited about tiny Yuu cause now he gets to be a big brother! He intends to be an awesome one, just like Idia, so he'll play all sorts of games with Yuu and give her pretty much anything she wants.

At first, Idia makes a fuss, like Leona, since taking care of a kid sounds like a pain, and he has so many other things he'd much rather do. However, Yuu eventually wins this big brother over too, so he's soon joining Ortho in spoiling her.

All in all, I'd say child Yuu is well-received by the TWST boys since they all care about Yuu to various degrees, so they'd make sure she's well taken care of until she's finally back to normal.

How things would go on Yuu's end all depends on how young she is when she's turned into a kid. If she's 3 or younger, she'd be a normal child: full of energy, sweet, loves animals, physically affectionate.

If she's 4 or older, however, Yuu would be completely withdrawn and wary of everyone. She'd rarely, if ever, smile, because she was 4 when she got brought into the underworld and ended up with Mumei/Tokumei.

A withdrawn Yuu would set off pretty much all of the guys' protective instincts/internal alarms since this is clearly a child who has been through a lot and suffered as a result. They'd all be extra gentle with her since they wouldn't wanna hurt/scare her, and a lot of them would make the effort to try to get her to smile/laugh.

So this prompt can either be pure fluff or an angst/fluff hybrid lol

[lightlycareless]

How are the l/n siblings and their dad going to react if (IF) y/n will have a baby (or more 😶) with naoya

With the current events, everyone will go crazier if they get to hear that Naoya and Y/N are expecting, or have a kid already—but we already knew that didn’t we? The good stuff is how they would react during better terms ���

I think Y/N would keep the fact that she and Naoya want to have a baby in the beginning, Ren being the first one you’d tell.

You’d ask him to meet up in a café, with the excuse of just wanting to catch up, apparently nothing else—and then, you'd drop the bomb on him.

“There’s something I want to tell you” you begin, and your brother immediately tenses up. Nobody likes to be confronted like that, so anxiety is quick to shoot to the sky.

“Sure… what’s up?” He asks hesitantly, it’s not like he wanted to know but… well, he had to do it.

And the way he sees you falter for a second just makes him worry even more, like, does he need to beat up someone?? Are you dying??? Or worse, does it have to do with Naoya??

Yep, that's exactly it, but I don't think any kind of anticipation would have prepared him for what your about to say.

"Naoya and I are trying for a baby"

Ren would be the kind of person to snort out whatever he was drinking due to the shock of your statement.

He doesn't know what to say, but thankfully your excitement for having a family with the man you love is too big to notice anything else.

"That's wonderful" is what he settles for eventually, and while he was 100% shocked at the beginning, he'll slowly grow more supportive of you, and who knows… maybe he'll convince his gf to start a family too :) the idea of raising his kid alongside yours, having birthday parties together, going to the park and whatnot, is super cute to him.

Hinata, on the other hand, will resent you not because you're trying to have a family with one of the people she only tolerates for your sake, but rather, because you gave her a mental image she didn't want to have 😭😭

What I mean is that she's the kind of person that would look weird at a teacher after they announce they're pregnant. She'd be like "oh my god… they did that" and it's exactly the same with you.

More so if you're like "we're trying really hard "

She's going to deny it, but everyone knows Hinata is a huuuuuuge pervert when it comes to those things, and whenever she sees the two together, she'll only think about how you're "trying so hard" to have a baby.

Nonetheless she'll be very supportive, and can't wait to be the cool aunt :) Hinata and Ren will compete for your kid's attention.

Lastly, but not least… your dad. Eiichi is going to have the toughest time mainly because he cannot accept you're growing up. I mean, just a few weeks ago you were still going to middle school… right?? Right????

When did you grow so big???? You're married now???. And having a family too?!

But at the end of the day, he'll be very happy for you, because let's say he wasn't particularly fond of bringing Naoya into the mix… but after getting to know him a bit better, seeing how he treats you, and hearing of your decision to have a family with him, all reassures him he's a good partner and soon, a good father.

The only thing that saddens him is that his wife, your mom, won't be there to see it… but he'll be sure to make up for it by spoiling his grandchild twice as necessary. That kid is going to be the most loved, spoiled, cherished, adored child in the whole world, and it makes you super happy that after everything, you're finally able to have a happy family :)

This was very sweet anon, I have hope for the future 🥺❤️ and you got me right in my baby fever eraaaaaaaa prepare to get more stuff like this 😈

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!! Take care and hope to see you soon ❤️

[sunriseovergotham]

miketyedgar dynamic

edgar: look at my lovely cute wonderful boyfriend :) isnt he the cutest bear youve ever seen. i love trans bears. dont you love trans bears ty

ty, nearly crushing the teacup in his hand, through gritted teeth: Haha. Yes, they're quite lovely.

edgar: he really is :)

mikey, watching this whole exchange: 0_0

i dont see edgar as really possessive in most circumstances but i cannot deny how fucking funny the mental image of edgar casually resting his hand on mikeys ankle, or pecking him on the cheek, or wrapping his arm around mikeys waist, or kissing him far too passionately for company alll very intentionally in front of ty. its so fucking petty. and then ty going back and issuing some tiny barely unnoticeable correction so that edgar accidentally trips over something or wont be able to find where his coffee went (the pacific ocean)

[sevicia]

I got really mad about this 👆 exchange and then went on a rant with 18393 tangents and it doesn't even make sense

I HATE when ppl do this like OK. Context: this is a video of a girl just like, doing her makeup, and the first comment goes like "she's my type" (not a direct translation but u get it etc) and the last comment in the screenshot goes "they're the ones that will traumatize you the most! from experience!" (also not direct translation sorry)

shut UUUUUP SHUT UP SHUT UP I hate people like this so bad esp. when it's about girls cause it feels like girls literally cannot fucking win like OK a girl likes Sanrio stuff! so cute forever! and then some fucking idiot goes "she's probably mentally ill or some shit" like who ISN'T mentally ill in this day and age ?! It's literally normal to seek comfort in cutesy stuff when you're in a bad place mentally because that's what it's FOR !!!

or when a girl like dresses in more revealing clothes like OK she likes to look sexy she enjoys feeling attractive yk good for her !!! and then the two most common reactions are like "she's obviously a slut" (common douchebag logic) OR "she's obviously trying to get attention from men / provoking them" (incel-y logic) AND THE WORST PART IS THAT BOTH TYPES OF GUYS WANNA FUCK HER!!!!!!! And they still judge her so bad come ONNNNN

LIKE no matter what a girl does, a lot of guys will always have something negative and dehumanizing to say about her and then they're like "WAHHH why do no girls want me, why do all my girlfriends leave me, why why why" BECAUSE YOU DON'T SEE THEM AS PEOPLE ‼️‼️

IDK something about fitting girls specifically into boxes feels so so wrong because it's Literally always been like this, like "this girl is ONLY this and nothing else about her matters", whereas with guys it obviously happens too like the "fitting into boxes" thing, but it's different because guys have never been denied jobs or opportunities or relationships or BASIC FUCKING RESPECT based on said boxes IN FACT people will OVERLOOK most flaws a guy can have with excuses like "just how guys are" "he's too young" "he can learn to be better" ET FUCKING CETERA and NEVER extend that same attitude towards women ⁉️⁉️⁉️ DIE

I feel like it sounds shallow (?) coming from a guy but it genuinely pisses me off SO BAD like hearing stories from my friends, the women in my family, girls online, all about men who have been violent or creepy or just shitty in general to them and them having to just fucking shrug it off and continue to deal with it every single day of their lives because even if everyone's like "ugh the feminists are taking over" truth is that it's still the same for many, MANY people all around the world but now that it's not socially acceptable to be a violent misogynist, the violent misogynists who want to maintain their image will just be less loud about it!!!

This might be kinda weird of me to say but I'm like, glad that I'm not a cis guy because I HAVE experienced life as a girl in a lot of ways so I kinda know how it feels (even though I haven't had many shitty experiences with men myself due to the way I live) and while that obviously doesn't mean I can't ever be misogynistic, it feels like I'm a lot more conscious about things that cis guys don't even think twice about and it's not even BIG things, it's stuff like listening to what girls say and by that I mean like, literally physically listening, because some of the grown ass men in my family will interrupt women AS THEY ARE SPEAKING, or just straight up LEAVE in the middle of a conversation !?!!! Like it's SO EASY to just not be a shitty person.... ?! It's basic decency and it's crazy how they ONLY do this to women and will gladly sit and listen to other men speak.

Sorry this post is a mile long I just get really fucking mad about this and AGAIN I feel like I sound like those guys that are like "I'm such a feminist you should totally date me because I respect women did I mention I'm a feminist" but truth is all I do is listen to the girls & women I know and become pissed off in their behalf like I don't even know what to DO about it except support them and try to show them how much I love them I love my friends and my sister and my mom so much!!!!! but I can't just blast all the shitty men in their lives from existence!!!!!! I forgor where I was going with this or if I was ever going anywhere at all in the first place T_T

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time. 

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember. 

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.” 

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.” 

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].” 

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found. 

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.” 

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.” 

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.” 

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story. 

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.” 

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

[i-got-the-feels]

Things I don't see enough people talk about in Jessica Jones Season 2:

Jessica and Malcom:

• From Jessica calling Malcom her associate and them being all cute and smiley about it to telling him he is trading one addiction for another (drugs for sex) and that he needs to save himself first - which prompted their breaking off their friendship.

Jessica and Jeri Hogarth

•Hogarth telling Jessica about her ALS and only her vulnerability.

•Jessica telling she hasn't changed, physically, that is - because yes, her intentions did seem pure when she wanted to save Karl to help more people. Jessica telling her this, even when she knows Hogarth knows it deep inside her but helping her face the truth sooner than later.

Mother and Daughter relationships

Jessica knows that this monster isn't her mom entirely but she also knows that somewhere her mom is still there and when Trish's mom goes back to blaming Jessica for Trish's condition and calls her mom as monster she simultaneously defends her mom and calls out Trish's mom for her years of abuse when she says "My mother has brain damage. What's your excuse?"

How Trish can't let go of her mom even if she knows she was abusive and she has the means to do so- like when Trish asks her mother to hold her hand in hospital.

And the power both these mother daughter relationships have to events happening in the show is acknowledged by Detective Costa when Trish is in hospital recovering "We only get one mother. That's a powerful bond, no matter how batshit crazy they might be"

Karl Malus

Reminds of Jessica telling Kilgrave parents "they tried playing God" and that is exactly what Karl did.

While I still believe what he did is unethical with Alisa and Jessica, I also cannot deny he had good intentions and his actions showed that- when he saved kid Eric, continued to live with Alisa and tried to find cure for her dissociative rage episodes (agreed, scientific curiosity was a factor there but, it wasn't just that)

And that is why he even shoots himself - he knows that he cannot stop these experiments because even if he has good heart that doesn't negate the harm.

Kilgrave's shadow

It was nice to see how Kilgrave was very real for others as well - be it in the first support group in S1 or in the season with Costa and how that is why he trusts her. How he tells her, his nightamares about holding his own guns and seeing his colleagues and friends doing the same stopped when Jessica killed him.

Trish on finding and defining who she is:

Since Season 1 we have seen how she wants to be a suphero to help people, people like her and then in Season 2, in one of the later episodes she says about "living with an abusive mom and superpowered sister" and I understand that. Did she go the right way about it? No.

I see people saying she didn't use her privelge of being white, having fame and money and here is where I disagree. Because she did. She did use the Trish Talk show to talk about things that matter to her like super heroes, their mental health, how they were made, midland circle- but ratings dropped and she was pressured by people abover her. She couldn't do a more direct rebellion because people still see her as Patsy and she still survives on that image (as seen by paparazzi still calling her Patsy), even if she hates it. She needs to be independent to stay away from her abusive mom, which she did until her mom came and told her about IGH. So no, I will disagree when yall say she didn't try other means to help peope.

And even if Trish can't see how badass she is aa human alone, Jessica does she does tell her that "You alone almost bought down IGH with a sparkly dress and a wig" but Trish cannot see that because she is not who or where she wants to be.

Now going back to S2 moments Trish showed who she wanted to be:

•"I don't wanna be with Griffin. I want to be him"

I want to do what he does. Have a platform to be heard on things Make a difference.

•When she wakes up and the first thing she does is call Jessica an asshole for stopping the procedure and says "You piss this powers when you could use them save people who need help" when you could embrace it and do so much more goes unsaid.

But her mom, Alisa does say that to her which brings us to.

Alisa Jones helping Jessica embrace who she is

She was a victim in this as much as anyone else.(not to say when she attempted to do things the right way, she was regularly abused by Dale)

Having experiments conducted on her without consent, having to live away from her daughter who believes she is dead because if she was with her, she could be a threat to her.

Only way she survived it to some extent is besides understanding what Karl did and his support is that she accepts who she is, wholeheartedly. Even the dissociative rage episodes and murders she commits during the episode. She accepts that part of her.

And embraces Jessica to do so when she says to her, "They will always feel less than around us" and then telling her "hero is not a bad word. It just means someone who gives a shit and van do something about it." and when Jessica denies, "You do. You do and that is why it hurts so much"

And when she hears Costa's message - she realises she has to let Jessica go because if she is wanted fugitive, there is not a lot of chance for Jessica to be hero, is there?

But you could see the happiness she felt when she saved Vido or that family in a car accident with Jessica, and making plans about who all they could save on future. Hope for how she could use these powers for good now that she doesn't have to live in secrecy as everything about IGH is out and the person whose secret she was protecting is dead.

Jessica NOT letting others define who she is:

•When she looks into the glass and tells her reflection and Kilgrave she is better than her mother or him because she stopped before it was too late. For someone like Jessica who hates and is afraid of introspection and what she may find on doing so, her to say this while looking ather own reflection - beautiful.

•When she tells this to Trish who is angry at Jessica for stopping the procedure, "I didn't ask for the goddamn powers nor your judgement on them. I am tired of being in centre of your insecurity i didn't ask for"

•When she doesn't looser shit at Chang and says, "I am going to do my job because I am a good PI"

•This interaction between her and her mother:

"You are my cure"

"Don't put that on me"

and finally, scenes/quotes that were so so freaking emotional that I had to pause to drink water or cry:

•"The line keeps moving. I keep stepping over it. How far is too far?" - Jessica after threatning Eric's life in front of his father to know about IGH and Karl.

•"I don't want to be alone" to Oscar

•"You have a hole in your soul and I have one in mine, lets not use each other to fill it" - Malcom to Trish

• This scene between Jessica and Trish

"I lost the only family I had. Again."

"It was always gonna end that way"

It didn't have to be you. It didn't have to be you. "Because now all I see when I see you is the person who killed my mother"

• And obviously bouncing the ball against the wall for anger management scene.

Overall, I loved the show and I think not having one villian made all the character more grey and complex and it was interesting to watch their layers and unravel the meaning of their actions and choices.

Season 1

[sylverstorms]

Donna x Elena ----From Winter to Spring

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She doesn’t know how she escaped that nightmarish inferno. How she still draws breath. Why her body keeps running despite its condition and despite the fact that she has lost everything.

The village is gone. Everyone she knew is either dead or a monster. She watched her own father growl like a beast and cleave a woman in half, then soon after wail out her name and succumb to the flames swallowing up the building. There is nothing left. There is nothing left for her.

Why? Elena wonders. A trail of blood marks her path through the snow, towards the unknown. Why still fight?

It will be easier to surrender to the agonizing burns, to the open gashes and wood splinters stuck in her skin. It will be far, far simpler to stop pressuring her rattling lungs to provide oxygen and fall into the snow, instead. It looks… peaceful. Soft. Pure.

It will welcome her to a quiet death, she thinks, so she may join her friends and her father.

Her father. The man who had never reached his hand out to help her when she fell –either on the fields or when she tripped over hardships— yet had always been there in his own stubborn, strict way, telling her to pick herself up.

“I didn’t raise no quitter.”

Ah, is that why.

Perhaps part of her feels it owes it to him to try. She did miraculously survive the fiery wreckage she’d initially thought would be her grave. But… the odds just aren’t with her.

Elena is only human. She’s lost too much blood, been through too much punishment. Her vision is growing blurrier by the second, her legs more sluggish. When she steps on grass instead of snow, she believes her mind is now playing tricks on her, too.

Something smells sweet, like wildflowers.

That is the last thing Elena is aware of, before she drops to her knees and blacks out.

-

-

When she blinks her eyes open, she is… confused.

She never thought heaven nor hell would have a wooden ceiling. She wouldn’t have guessed pain follows one into the afterlife, either, yet there she is, prone and throbbing with every weak breath on a bed too comfortable to be her own.

Unless…

Unless she’s not dead. Unless, against all odds, she survived a second time only to suffer some more. Elena wants to cry. What cruel game is the universe playing with her? The luck she never had in life is suddenly gracing her in extreme bursts now that she doesn’twant it.

“She’s awakeeee!” an overly excited voice exclaims somewhere around the room. Elena is too dizzy to tell.

“Shh.” A second presence makes itself known, calming the first.

“Who…” Who are you, Elena tries to say, but the words never make it past her dry throat.

Heels tap against the floor, until a black-clad figure comes to peer down at her. Elena expected to see the face of her savior, yet all she sees is a ghost, its visage hidden behind a mourning veil. The image is jarring; it sends her heartbeat skyrocketing, which doesn’t help her condition.

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord what… Elena wants to tell herself she’s dreaming. It isn’t real, none of this is real—

Until a doll jumps into the edge of her bed and says something she doesn’t hear over the sound of her hoarse scream.

The ghost flinches backwards as the world turns dark once more.

-

-

The second time she opens her eyes, hours or days later, the pain has subsided somewhat.

Elena can feel her body, at least. All the wounded parts are carefully wrapped in gauzes and all her burns are covered by a soothing salve. Her lungs no longer hiss when she inhales, so long as she does so slowly, evenly.

That, of course, is not so easy to do when she turns to her left and sees the ghost sitting there, an open book in her lap. The veil is still on, obscuring her features, but Elena takes note of her fingers as they cradle the spine of the tome, long and pale, manicured black.

Appearances aside, there is a certain calm about her that doesn’t feel threatening.

“I… I’m not hallucinating, am I?” she whispers, not trusting her voice to go any higher.

The mystery woman tenses as though her voice has startled her. “…No.” she eventually replies. Her voice is quiet, like the rest of her.

“Did… you save me…?” A single nod is all she gets in return. Her company doesn’t seem very comfortable speaking, but Elena has questions that she needs answered. “Where am I?”

“The Beneviento estate.”

Elena would gasp if she could. I made it that far? And this woman… is she really Donna Beneviento? Her father told her all she needed to know about the four Lords residing at the outskirts of the village. He had also told her to avoid them at all costs.

“Um. I’m Elena—” A cough cuts her off. The sudden motion causes every injury across her body to burn.

“…I know.”

She is too much pain, in that moment, to ask how Donna knows.

-

-

In the following days, Elena comes to accept a few things that would have normally made her question her sanity;

The doll is alive. Her name is Angie and she is Donna’s friend. Donna is the adopted daughter of Mother Miranda, who, upon the former’s request, has given her permission for Elena to remain in the mansion. When she asked what would have happened had she denied, the doll only sing-songed that she doesn’t really want to know.

It still plagues her mind, probably because she has far too much time to think and this is the only thing she can focus on, lest she starts crying over and over again.

When Donna comes to change her bandages, it is a relief.

The woman sits at the edge of her bed, at the absolute maximum distance. Elena slowly brings her body to a semi-reclining position to assist. Angie hops on the bed and pulls the covers to the side… and that is when they arrive to a standstill. Donna doesn’t move, Elena doesn’t know what to do.

“Um. May I?” the veiled woman motions with her –admittedly very elegant— hands. It’s… endearing, how she approaches the subject of touching her.

Elena nods and tries to be a good patient for her. Tries being the key word. When she’s not fighting for her life, she is not nearly as brave in the face of pain. Her teeth are gritted as Donna’s cool hands unwrap the gauzes at her right arm, her eyes closed, breath held.

“…Am I hurting you?” Donna asks, quiet as ever.

“No.” Elena forces herself to exhale. “No, you’re… very gentle.”

Donna nods and continues with the same measured movements. Elena doesn’t want to look at her wounds, afraid of what she’ll find there, so she turns to the veiled visage of her companion. She wishes she could see her face. Wonders what she may look like, what flaw she’s trying to hide.

Until a bandage catches on a particularly bad burn and Elena cries out.

Her whole body jumps—

Donna’s hands fly to her shoulders, keeping her steady with surprising strength, yet she steps away the very next second as though she’s been scorched.

Elena bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. There you go, making her uncomfortable…

Angie takes over for a while, also quite precise. Elena peeks down to realize she isn’t in as terrible a condition as she may have imagined. Scars will be left, no doubt, but she will probably heal well enough.

Then the last difficult spot comes up. She knows it when Angie warns: “You need to stay still here.”

“No, no wait!” Elena pleads. “I—I can’t.” I can’t, I can’t deal with this again, not again—

But Donna sits back next to her and her mere presence calms her down. “You are very strong, Elena. This is the last one.” she says.

“Hold me down.” Elena requests.

Donna doesn’t seem to like the idea. Still, she slowly brings her hand back over the uninjured part of Elena’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright.” she whispers.

“On three.” Angie says. “One… Two…”

She pulls the bandage on two and Elena would jump high enough to burst through the ceiling if it wasn’t for Donna. When the agony subsidies she realizes she’s sobbing helplessly, clutching at the dollmaker’s sleeves for dear life.

“Shh, I’m sorry, it’s over now. It’s over.” Donna’s slender fingers comb through her unruly hair.

The brunette closes her eyes and lets her head drop back down into her pillow, but she doesn’t let go of the dollmaker right away. She smells like the flowers outside her house,she thinks.

She feels like a safe space, steady, in a world that’s broken and tilted for Elena.

-

-

Gradually, Donna talks to her more. Gradually, Elena tests her body’s limits until she is strong enough to walk around the house on her own.

Angie is with her, most of the time, but she knows it’s less a security measure and more one for her safety. Her mental connection to Donna is something Elena cannot grasp nor understand, but she tries to.

The first time she manages to get to the living room, Elena stops and stares at the painting of Donna adorning the wall opposite her.

“…is that her?” she asks Angie.

“Of course!” the doll replies excitedly. “I am so proud of that one, the artist did a great job! Mistress Donna looks splendid, but it is me who steals the show!”

Elena can’t look away from the canvas. Why is she so familiar…? “Is that what she looks like?”

“Well, excluding a scar she wishes to hide. Kind of like my face. We match.” Angie answers, giving her version of a grin.

For the rest of the day, Elena sneaks glances at Donna, then the painting. It isn’t proper, she knows, but she’s curious. And… surely, no scar is enough to justify hiding that cute face from the world?

-

-

Weeks pass. Elena has healed well and she owes it all to Donna.

The two of them have grown closer in the time the former’s injuries have forced them together, close enough to have tea in the mornings and brief chats over common interests throughout the day.

When the weather grows a tad warmer, Elena asks the dollmaker to take a stroll with her outside. She sees the decorated graves, of course, but she knows better than to ask. She doesn’t want their time to be poisoned by grief. The scars of losing loved ones run deep, she knows this too well and they never really heal.

The two of them are basking in comfortable silence for a while, until a thought that feels impossible not to be voiced strikes Elena.

“Donna.” she speaks.

“Hm?”

“When I first woke up and I told you my name… you said ‘I know’.”

“…yes.”

“I’m sure we’ve never met before…?” Elena stops and turns to face her companion. Donna mirrors her.

“How certain are you?” she asks. Upon Elena’s obvious confusion, she elaborates; “As a child, I used to visit the village with my father. In one of those visits, some of the kids made fun of my scar. A boy, especially, was saying some very mean things.”

Elena starts to recall one such incident in the blurry images of her childhood.

“You stopped him.” Donna says. Pauses. “…with a punch to the face.”

Elena raises a hand to her mouth, but a quick laugh escapes her anyway. “I did?” A nod. “No way.”

“You did.”

“It couldn’t have been a strong one, though.” Elena giggles.

“I don’t know. Rumor has it he still hasn’t gotten up, to this day…” The little exhale of a chuckle that escapes Donna makes something in Elena bloom and flutter.

She wants nothing more in that moment than to lift the damned veil and see the face of the gentlest, kindest woman she’s ever met.

-

-

The winter eventually gives way to spring. The earth heals from the wounds of the cold like Elena has, under Donna’s care.

She no longer has doubts about what she feels, what she wants. It is only a matter of overcoming her fears and nervousness. Only a matter of finding the right timing and the appropriate setting.

Elena has rehearsed the words she needs to say many times in her dreams and thoughts, yet she finds herself tongue-tied and completely lost on what to do in reality. She has asked Donna to walk with her, taken her to where the waterfall calms into a river… and now struggles to summon her voice.

“What is it, Elena?” Donna, ever the sweetheart, asks. “You know you can tell me anything… right?”

“What if…” she hesitantly begins. “What if I can’t tell you? …can I show you, instead?”

“Of course.”

Elena takes a deep breath and chastises herself to woman up. One little step brings her into Donna’s personal space. Her hand raises to the edge of the veil, blue eyes searching for a sign she should stop. The dollmaker is tense, but she hasn’t made a move to back away, nor lower Elena’s hand.

She trusts her.

And that’s all Elena needs to finally, finally remove the barrier separating them for months. The cute girl she defended as a child is a beautiful woman now, looking back at her with gentle, dark eyes. The jagged scar running down the right side of her face does nothing to retract from that beauty.

“You don’t need that.” she breathes. “You never did.”

Donna glances to the side, a hint of color spreading over her pale cheeks. Elena chases her chin with her fingers, then slowly inches closer, making sure the dollmaker has ample time to decide if she wants this, too.

When their lips meet, color blooms behind her shut eyelids, within her chest. Donna’s mouth is as soft and sweet as her personality, Elena discovers. It is a short, chaste kiss but it is also a promise for many more to come.

It is the gratitude Elena will eternally hold for Donna, who found her at the ending of her life and nursed her back to this,

A new beginning.

[tarantulas4davey]

my stupid ass thots for youtuber au:

after als first video with face cam, people noticed a keyboard in the background and now he gets multiple questions abt and requests to play something and hes so embarrassed that he doesnt even acknowledge it

race will randomly barge into als room while filming and despite the fact that its literally his career to play horror games, it scares the mess out of him every single time

once either race or als stream accidentally started with out them noticing but instead of it like idk revealing some other big secret its literally just them simping for each other and al being like “idk i just know that im ugly” and you can see race just going ???

al has a tiktok account but it only has one video on it and its al hiding behind a wall and inching out to reveal race in their kitchen with very minimal lighting wearing a blanket as a cape stirring mac n cheese at 3 am while humming the 1812 overture. it got really popular

al cant take a compliment to save his life and denies being strong so race posts on twitter “albert: im not that buff! also albert: *a video of him doing the salmon ladder*

THESE ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL WAIT

- people originally ask if it’s race’s, and he’s just like “uh- yeaaah totally not mine or anything” cause he’s Shy™️ but they call bs and ask him to play something. he changes the subject every. single. time. race eventually just tweets a video of him playing that he took and deals with albert pouting about it until he reads all the super positive replies (cause all of their fans are literal angels i said what i said)

- oh race is TERRIFIED of all things horror. he barely sat through the IT movie when al and jack begged him to go see it. literally just the idea of it being a horror game scares him, but he’s also an adhd nightmare (same) so he forgets and bursts through the door in the middle of filming anyway, already talking about whatever, just to promptly freeze, scream and sprint out of the room like a child who saw a tiny spider

- all of stan twitter tried to fight al that day <3 he has a really unclear and negative mental image of himself so he genuinely says stuff like that constantly AND actually means it meanwhile absolutely everyone simps for him. also race’s brain just,,, cannot?? compute??? this??? like he literally shortcircuits whenever albert says anything like that cause pardon me beautiful boy say w h a t. the ‘racer.exe has stopped working’ meme is slightly overused but also totally isnt cause it’s always 100% accurate.

- i have absolutely nothing to add to this one you nailed it perfectly. race also has a tiktok, started right after al’s face reveal, where he just posts his backlog of snapchat videos of albert doing dumb or cute things. he has more tiktok followers than albert and makes sure everyone knows it cause of course he does it’s all exclusive red content

- albert is just,,,, very fit? and like??? that unclear mental image we were talking about earlier? 100% applies to this as well. like 195 bench 1 rep max, 320 deadlift, etc etc. (i’m a crossfit nerd sorry y’all. don’t exercise, just have a weird amount of knowledge shoved in my brain about it, if you wanna hear more about athletic al lmk) and he just NEVER seems to talk about it??? so yeah race is just constantly posting al doing the most athletic, outta pocket things with sarcastic captions just so everyone can see how amazing al is (also i hc that albert was a gymnast for most of his life but got injured so he stopped competing but still can do most of the tricks and race will randomly post albert throwing back handspring-back tucks while everyone sits around like 👁👄👁)

✨this was so therapeutic everyone please send me all the things i love this✨

[crimson-snowfall]

One Big Happy Family, pt. 2.1/3

Word Count: 1315

Genre: Crack/Comedy

One Big Happy Family, Part 2.1/3: Hideyoshi & Mitsuhide edition

Additional Notes: Hi! Sorry this took a really long time, but I’ve been going through a lot irl so yea idk if anyone was actually looking forward to this but nonetheless sorry for the wait!

Hideyoshi choked on and spat out his tea.

"Lord Hideyoshi! Please maintain your composure!" The reporting vassal cried out as he hurriedly retrieved a rug to clean after his lord's unexpected mess.

Hideyoshi took a few deep breaths to recover from the initial shock, then wagered to hear the news again. After all, quelling a rebellion on one of the Oda territories left him without adequate sleep lately, and he considered the possibility that he might've just heard things wrong.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for that, but can you repeat what you just said?"

The vassal shifted about uncomfortably on his spot. Saying it for the first time already took a lot of courage, and having to repeat the news after seeing his lord's reaction wasn’t certainly any easier. However, he cannot keep him waiting forever, so swallowing the lump of fear in his throat, he repeated,

"It's about Lady Hikari. Yesterday, she was spotted holding hands with--"

"Father! Sorry I'm late!" The lady in question, Hikari Toyotomi, burst into the room just before the vassal could finish his statement. The vassal let out a sigh of relief as his opportunity to get out of his current predicament came into the room, because knowing Hideyoshi, almost everything else is irrelevant when one of his daughters is within his presence. The vassal wasted no time in getting out of the room, and his lord let him.

"Were you running in the corridors again? You know I would rather wait than have you running around," Hideyoshi gently scolded his eldest daughter. He hasn't seen her for weeks, and he honestly didn't feel like starting their tea time with the unpleasant rumor he'd probably misheard to begin with.

"You're such a worrywart, Father. I'm no longer a child, you know," Hikari said as she took out the snacks a certain someone had given her that morning. She had begun pouring tea for both of them when her father noticed her new hairpin.

"That hairpin suits you very well, Hikari. Did your mother pick it for you during the festival yesterday?"

"No, mother didn't accompany me to the festival this year," she replied nonchalantly, and Hideyoshi's worries began to resurface. 

"Then did you go to the festival alone?" Concern was evident in his voice, but deep down he hoped that that was the case. Sure, he'd still end up scolding her for going alone, but at least, it wasn't  as bad as the alternate scenario. Hideyoshi silently prayed over and over in his mind to hear a 'yes,' but alas, he wasn't meant to hear such a comforting response in that situation. Not being the type to beat around the bush, Hikari braved the situation and went straight to the point.

"No, I wasn't alone. I attended the festival with Mitsuyoshi, and he's the one who gave me this hairpin," Hikari confessed as she touched the ornament affectionately, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Hideyoshi's abstinence from drinking tea or having any of the sweets after asking such questions quickly paid off, because he certainly would've ended up repeating his reaction from a while ago upon his daughter's confirmation of his worst nightmares.

"What do you mean-- I mean, why are you with Mitsuyoshi? Didn't I forbid you from going out with him? Don't you know there's been rumors going around that the two of you are lovers because you went to the festival together?" Hideyoshi was starting to get riled up, but Hikari knew her father well enough and she had been mentally preparing for this moment for quite some time now.

"Those were no mere rumors, my dear father. Our feelings for each other are mutual, whether you like it or not," Hikari calmly stated before taking a sip on her tea, hoping that the warmth of the drink would reinforce her nerves for the scolding she knew her revelation had warranted.

"Is that so, Hikari? So you're not even going to try to deny the rumors that you two are… are lo… lov-"

"But you were the one who raised me to be an honest person," she didn't want to cut her father off, but Hideyoshi looked like he was in pain just trying to get the words out of his mouth.

"Exactly! That's why I don't understand why you're so taken with that son of a snake! What's so great about--"

Hikari just silently hung her head as her father went on a tirade against her lover. She thought that the least she could do for her father was to let him scold her to his heart’s content, but at the same time she also had an upcoming appointment with her lover, which meant that she needed to go soon. After finishing her tea and listening to her father just scold her for another half an hour, she finally decided it was time to go.

"I'm sorry father, but I have somewhere I need to be right now," Hikari apologetically said as she stood up to leave, bowing her head as deeply as she could, before running out of the room.

Of course, Hideyoshi wasn't just about to let his eldest daughter run off again and so he gave chase, but Hikari thanked her lucky stars when she spotted her little sister as soon as she turned a corner. Pulling out a small pouch of the younger girl's favorite candies from the sleeves of her kimono, Hikari bribed her  with it. She leaned down and placed the pouch on her sister's hands, then gave out a quick instruction,

"Hitomi-chan, won't you cool father's head off for big sister? I'll get you more candies if you do, okay?"

Hitomi gave her older sister a cheerful nod at the mention of more candies, before Hikari took off once more. It didn't take long before their enraged father came into sight, and in retrospect Hitomi thought that her father would have definitely accidentally run her over had she not called him out the way she did.

"No running in the hallways, Father!"

Hideyoshi froze on his tracks upon hearing his younger daughter's high-pitched voice, and he was greeted by her cute, albeit frowning face as he looked down.

"But your sister is off to meet that--"

"No buts! You told me so too yourself!" The little girl huffed indignantly at her father. Whereas Hikari was a perfect blend between him and his wife, Hitomi was quite the spitting image of himself. Hearing someone who looks like him scold him for not following his own teachings, even though that someone was a little girl, had quite the effect on him. Hideyoshi sighed in defeat, before picking up his younger daughter in one arm.

"Father is so sorry, Hitomi-chan. Now, will you tell me what's that you're holding in your hand?"

"Candies! Now, will you help me with them? I know you won't let me finish all these by myself anyway," Hitomi asked her father earnestly, and the moment Hideyoshi saw his little Hitomi flash those pleading eyes on him, he knew that there's no point in even trying to argue about the candy.

"Okay, okay. Will Hitomi-chan join her stressed out father for tea then?"

"Yes, I'd love to!"

Tea time with his younger daughter went off smoothly in comparison to the one with his older daughter, save for the time the little girl tried pouring tea for him and almost ended up scalding him with the hot water. Watching Hitomi as she is now reminded him of how Hikari used to be when she was younger and more obedient, but now he had to accept that she might have entered her rebellious years.

"And since when did she learn to be so sneaky anyway, using her sweet little sister to escape me like that? That Akechi boy is really a bad influence on her…" Hideyoshi groaned under his breath.

Anyway, this is part 2.1 of 3 because this one turned out longer than expected so I decided to just split it into two parts, which means there will still be a part 2.2 to this before part 3 (which I’ll keep a secret as to who will be involved in it for now)... also yea I know the name Mitsuyoshi is just a mash-up of Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi’s names ahgshghaf pardon my lack of creativity lmao

See also: [[Part 1: Ieyasu & Mitsunari edition]]

[prioritysope]

Cheating

Reader: Female

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 10/26

please read the prologue first!

A couple of days has passed since that special date. Iwaizumi still hasn't returned to the apartment, nor has he left a message for Gaby, which seemed strange to her; however, she no longer cared about him in the least. Since that date with Oikawa, she still wants to write to Scarlett and have her come to her house, as if it were a normal day with only girls, but clearly it is to confront her and stop her for being a fake ass friend.

ME

hey bestieee, could you come over?

there are many things to talk about, and I miss you.

Gaby felt a lot of cringe while reading her own message, because she hated having to pretend.

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎��

sup hoe!

i'm on my way

Gaby, without being able to avoid it, laughed at the fact that her plan was already being implemented as she wanted. She put the cell phone on the coffee table in the living room. She proposed to make some snacks and drinks.

"How's everything with school? We hardly speak at lunch or in class." Scarlett asked while she took some of her soda.

They both were on the couch watching the movie of their favorite anime, Given. Now Gaby was with her back to the sofa while she looked at her phone, she was talking with Oikawa about the plan.

Tooru was kinda nervous about the whole thing, but he trust Gaby so much, so he knows that everything will end well.

"Sorry about that. I've been focused on the classes." She answered without taking her eyes off the phone.

"But you hang out with Shittykawa. That's sus." There goes Scarlett with her tone when she's ready to put in a mess.

"Sus? C'mon, Scar. We're just two best friends hanging out, that's pretty normal." Gaby said with that same tone. If she wants to play that game, I can too. "Anyway, don't you think it's more suspicious how my own best friend and my boyfriend have gotten closer in the last eight months until now? Plus the fact that he's currently staying at your house."

The face that Scarlett made would be the perfect model to make a thousand stickers and memes. She cursed to herself, trying to hide her distinct surprise that Gaby knew everything.

"I-I don't know what are you talking about? I don't have anything with Hajime." She murmured with some nervousness in her voice.

"Please, Scarlett. I have enough evidence." Gaby murmurs as she searched her gallery for that video of the party.

She showed it to her, raising an eyebrow with a sly smile.

At first she was angry with herself for never realizing everything in time. Now she was smiling proud of finally being able to put an end to everything. Although she now she will have to wait to talk to Iwaizumi about the subject, that she knowing him will deny everything and everything will get worse; However, Gaby is already fed up with the whole situation and she wants to get out of it as soon as possible. The whole situation was shitty, but Gaby has faith that everything will end in his favor, or so she hopes.

"I can explain, I promise," she said quickly when she finished watching the video.

Gaby tossed the phone on the center table. She crosses her arms, waiting for another word from the blonde. She hated the fact that Scarlett will try to make her typical victim role.

"Do you know why to explain? When it's pretty obvious. Iwaizumi doesn't love you anymore, nor does he want you. He prefers me." She said with a proud smile.

Disgusting.

"Does this make you proud? He just looks for you whenever I don't want to fuck with him. He practically has you as a second course, and it's gross that you're proud of it," Gaby shook her head, unable to believe it all. "It's amazing how bad I felt about being unfaithful to Hajime with Tooru, but since I found out that my own best friend was picking on my boyfriend, I realized that I shouldn't feel bad about it because the betrayal started with you two."

"In the end the one who stays with Iwaizumi Hajime is me, not you." Scarlett shrugged her shoulders, dismissing the matter.

"Stay with him tho, I don't care. I prefer Oikawa a thousand times." Gaby shrugged her shoulders as well, with a smile.

An hour ago Scarlett stormed out of the apartment, without first threatening Gaby to tell Iwaizumi everything, receiving a wink from Gaby, which made her even more angry. How she was talking with Oikawa about the situation.

"So we're one step closer to being together, I like that." He gave a nasal laugh, but you could tell in his voice that he was nervous about it. "Although I admit that I am nervous about what will happen, but I am not afraid of Hajime. From the beginning I knew very well that something like this would happen."

And that was true. From the beginning Oikawa knew very well that by hookin' up with Gaby would be good, because it is; however, they could not always be hidden. Right now the only thing that worries him is that Iwaizumi arrives at their apartment and cannot be there to defend her.

"You're so dumb, I swear." Gaby gave a laugh, which reassured Tooru. "But you're right. Now it's just a matter of waiting for Iwaizumi to come and talk to him."

"You know very well that with Iwa everything is yelling and fighting. And in that case, I'll go to your apartment now." In the background you could hear some keys.

"Don't you think that will make things worse?" Gaby whispered, now totally flustered about it.

She brought her free hand to her hair, tugging at it a bit, being a hobby she has always had when she's nervous. She bit her lower lip a bit, falling silent, waiting for an answer from Oikawa.

"Believe me, I better go because if that bastard dares to put a hand on you, I'll bust him. And I'm not kidding." Tooru hissed with the simple mental image of Iwaizumi hitting her.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. I love you." Gaby whispered, totally shy.

"You are so cute, I love you too little one." Oikawa said and he end up hanging with a huge smile on his face.

[not-sewell]

hey there! how about 41 & 44 for all of your detectives? 😌

hi! sorry for getting back so late! 🙈

thank you so much for the ask tho! i love the choice of questions. 💕

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

to answer the first part, all of my detectives are bisexual women. now, getting to answering the rest of it:

Mona's attention, when talking about physical characteristics, is most easily caught by someone's eyes and the way they carry themself. eyes, to her, are one of the most expressive features that one has and reflect one's character, to an extent. eyes that reflect warmth and gentleness, eyes that seem to have an ever-present, non-threatening twinkle in them, eyes that reflect friendliness – all draw her in the most. effectively, that means she's most drawn to kindness and general ease and openness that a person may have about themself. this is also something she needs in a relationship: warmth and ease and openness. she needs reassurance.

Nate ticks a lot of boxes for her here, but so did Bobby, at one point; he was as charming as Nate is, and somewhere, throws her off a bit. Nate is still far more genuine and respectful than Bobby ever was, and yet, his polite deflection of matters about his life keeps her on edge, even if she respects his wishes. so, there's that.

talking purely of physical characteristics, Dinah is really drawn to people who dress stylishly and put some effort into their appearance, as a whole. one of the first things she notices in a person is also their smile and the ease with which they let it adorn their face. it makes sense, then, that she'd be attracted to people who smile often and have this friendly aura and are easy to get along with. however, she tends to admire such people more if they also don't hesitate to back themself (and their values) up, if need be. besides that, she finds herself drawn to people who know how to chill, given her struggle with doing just that in the past. what she needs in a relationship is thoughtfulness. she needs effort and some space for vulnerability.

clearly, Adam is not the kind of person she’d usually experience attraction for. the fact that she does anyway puzzled her for a while before she just kind of resigned to it; she’s not one to deny her feelings. but she also recongises that Adam needs time, and she can see how good this can be, so she holds on.

Arzoo doesn’t really have a particular preference when it comes to physical features but she does find a confident walk very attractive. that is something she notices in everyone she meets - the way they walk. in fact, confidence is something she finds deeply attractive. she also admires the quality of wanting to work on growing as a person because, to her, there's always an opportunity to grow. she needs that in a relationship too – an opportunity to grow. but she also needs to feel safe. and wanted. a gentle reassurance that what they have is worthwhile.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

Arzoo's not sure what attracted her to Morgan, even if it's all "casual". the only thing Morgan has going for her is her confidence. but that cannot be it, GOD. Morgan is so full of herself. and Arzoo strongly believes that one cannot be completely satisfied with oneself, ever. it's something that she's based her whole personality on. and Morgan challenges that. she reflects confidence not just in herself but also shows such unshaking faith in Arzoo that it sets her heart alight with a flicker of a familiar feeling that she quashes too quickly to take notice.

Nimah takes notice of people's smiles and how they brighten the features of their face. she also thinks dimples are kinda cute??? when it comes to personality, Nimah finds it attractive when someone is unabashedly themself, given how much she actually struggles with it herself. she’s also drawn to people who are warm and kinda hospitable (?), and ensure that others are at ease. that’s also something that she looks for in a relationship: acceptance, the space to be whatever (and however) the hell she wishes to be, and effortlessness.

Farah’s nature did overwhelm Nimah at the very beginning but she didn’t miss simply how comfortable Farah seemed with herself, a reckless abandon that was so unmistakably her. and just how easy it was to be in Farah's company: as a colleague, as a friend, as...something more. Nimah loves how she can be unapologetically herself around Farah, without being bound by things like "image". what she has with Farah is something she's never had the fortune to have – an effortless relationship; something that flows with the ease of serene water that takes her in, completely.

i’ve already answered for Mona right here! a one-line description would be: whatever season (and weather!) it is for the brief transition period between winter and spring!

Dinah really loves spring. she loves the liveliness, the vibrancy, the colours that the season brings. she loves how pleasant it usually is. the best days, though, are ones when the sky is adorned with just the right number of clouds for it to be bright without any actual heat from the sun. at least there’s light at the end of a wintery tunnel. that’s probably the only redeeming factor about winter. that, and the festive season. but mostly the former, given how no amount of cheer and excitement can keep her hands from getting cold. and her teeth from chattering annoyingly. just another thing to hate about winters.

Arzoo’s favourite season’s got to be winter. she loves the chill it brings, the warmth that it promises: a cup of hot coffee, the fireplace, the company of her cosiest blanket and her favourite book from childhood - all of it, sure. but what she likes a tad more is the general cheerfulness that winters bring. she does not really celebrate the holidays, but the whole place seems to buzz with energy around that time. what she loathes, though, is monsoon. the sludge, the puddles, the general inconvenience that it brings with it. honestly, the only thing that monsoon has got it right with is the lovely petrichor that it leaves behind. that’s it. so, obviously, one would find her in an extra-grouchy mood on particularly rainy days.

there’s something about the period of a slow transition between autumn and winter that Nimah absolutely adores. the wind gets chillier but it’s not cold, everyone readies themselves for cosier days, the skies get a little clearer, and yet, sunsets are scenic as ever, and days are speckled with the brief and gentle warmth of the sun. it’s just...perfect. what isn’t perfect is spring, only because she cannot handle the pollens in the air, about which she’ll groan internally for the larger part of the season but yeah. she’s also not a big fan of summers, complaining the most about how hot it is because she cannot handle the heat; it’s annoying enough as is, and it keeps taking away her focus from matters at hand.

[sunritual]

Let’s try this again

They should make a law where if the police don’t read you your Miranda rights you get out of jail free, like if you don’t get your receipt at fast food restaurants you get a mail free

The shaggy law - There should be a law that if you continuously and shamelessly deny doing something, no matter how indisputably obvious it is that you did it, you should get off free for pure savegery.

Confederates as “rebels for tradition” is laughable

Ram rainbow spiral horns profile.

People think grammar rules are etched into the universe — they’re not. When people say AAve is incorrect and ignorant, they say that their conception of how one should speak is inherently correct despite no evidence/truth. Grammar is agreed upon not mandated

Hippie sauce infusion pizza joint

Plain nude balconette with little purple and pink flowers at wiring

How could anyone predict anything happening but how could any be surpised either

Hierarchies - nahhhh

Humans aren’t inherently higher than any other creature or thing, but as humans i don’t think it’s wrong to prioritize other humans. There no better or worse but there is optimal for certain environments and lifestyles.

What differentiates a piece of art from a slightly different replica - when is it an entirely different piece altogether? Moving a figure slightly? Adding a splash of paint ? Changing a color to the point where no one could tell? Is the persons perception the deciding factor or what’s actually on the canvas. If abstract art is about the perception, and the waning behind it - does it change with these things?

An exhibit where people are invited to paint over and destroy or change the art

The differences between us and other. Are feeble - not illusory but

Periwinkle sky blue black and white each of a half circle . Faded out

Uni should be about exploring ideas — new and old famillar and foreign - honeing writing reading reasoning debating listening etc skills.

Umm, Karen were your parents married when you were born?

Ummmm no, umm i mean , uh ,yes —what??

Then why are you policing what other people do?

Dark blue light blue orange lemon circles layer on top of each other, several difffent sizes

Job apps tip!! For every job you apply to , Change your last name on your resume to the last name of the hiring manager and they will think you are related to them and hire you with nepotism. ( then, or coarse, legally when you get the job)

Unpopular opinion: i don’t really mind diarrhea

I for one think it’s incredibly brave of the brats girls to reclaim such a derogatory term

Starting every Describtion of every British show with “its kind of like skins but..”

Beanie baskin took that treat she snatched it - she ain’t even askin

The squad bod - a group of ghost friends share one body in which they have to live their lives -

My playlists are a matter of fact, not opinion. They reveal truths about the human experience

A cats gorilla imeritive of aesthetics.

I don’t chose them, they are not for joy but for truth. They are not intelligible but feel able

📝 narrative - longing

👼 chaotic

🌾 childlike wonder

Things that seem homo and phobic ATST

- Woodstock

- Brown eyed girl

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on ya when you think everything BG a gone wrong and everything bows up in your face

If women can’t do drag because they have an advantage then what is drag? Is it having good looking tits and a waist ? Looking like woman? or is it about having charisma uniqueness nerve and talent?

Examining Tik toks through different philosophical lenses

What makes it so they put parenthesis around lyrics in a song? What intonations and such make it parenthesis worthy

What’s an article of clothing from your childhood that you viscerally remember for seemingly no reason

I feel like the problem with the property brothers is they had too good of a childhood

Do you ever wonder if personality traits would be diffferntnin different cultures? Would a quiet person be even quieter if they were brought up in North Korea? Or the same amount of talkativity? Do we have the traits no matter what, or are we inclined to be more of one way than the others around us. Are personality traits created by comparison to those around?

Maybe the anxiety comes from knowing your not “supposed” to be as quiet as you are. You don’t really want to talk, that’s okay , but it’s expected that you do. So you are anxiety that your not living up

I find happiness every single day

This feeling has made me so appreciative of my mental state usually. How many people feel like this on the regular? How many people have this as their default? I am so lucky. My default is happy. I have my issues, but i need to appreciate the gift i was given. I was given elation. Childlike wonder. Curiosity. Adventurousness. Self completion and fullness. The rest will come.

If you see a celebrity you want to talk to in public but don’t want to bother them, make sure they don’t see that you saw them and start a fake conversation telling a friend that they should buy a product they are a sponsor for, and that they should use their coupon code. When they approach you to thank you for being such a loyal fan, obviously pretend to be shocked that they just so happened to be there

Christianity excuses selfish politics and beliefs

Things i never would’ve noticed if they weren’t pointed out to me:

-Left and right handed ness

Rating sports teams by uniform colors

Balloon animals but make it clothing!

Logics doesn’t care about your feelings, but it certainly cares about your biasees.

He who findeth keepith, whilst he who loosith weepith.

Religious thought often starts at the conclusion they want and attempts to make arguments justifying it.

Jewish debate starts with an agreement that we are going to follow the book, but argues about what the book truly says. Not good enough when you are still just following the book

Why did Jesus need to die for our sins

Dream - swimming in a lake and bump into something you think is a human tying to save to but is it! Oct 29 9:03

Candle company logo etc

I’m sorry for your loss

It’s not oka

If people can accept that stupid bad jokes can be

Is there a reason for each thing existing? Sufficient reason

Understanding if an area is a matter of perspective or fact? Is it Emperical ?

If you assume you have free will you limit your critical thinking ability and therefor stour actual free will - you need to navigate technology such as algorithms that show you why at you want to see or you completely loose free will - you cannot chose when you don’t even know a choice. there is Somthing controlling you

Revelation is within it doesn’t involve others - can happen in a moment

Revolution- requires work and years and years of convincing others m

What counts as a second chance? What counts as a first chance? What does giving someone the benefit of the doubt entail ? Letting them out of jail , or letting them have a 2nd term as president.

**Picture of coke or Pepsi book**

Trump supporters be like: THIS is the BALLOt sleepy crooked joe SEND to MY neighbor. So much FOR democracy

One flew over the coup coups nest

Ashge-nazi = Jewish trump supporter

The heathers of the USA are Cali, New York and Texas. Florida, too

Shape shifting would solve all of this. I could go to Washington DC, pretend to be trump, concede then leave. It would be hilarious, however if me and trump looked identical and had to so the most idiotic crazy shit to prove to America that we indeed are the true DJ.

Coup busting outfit - light cute short sleeve camo shirts , army green super utalitarian cargo pants , double sash belts in leather with grommets studs or spikes (to be decided by team (with democracy) or left up to the individual) leather (vegan available) lace up knee high boots (maybe with spikes if not too 2012) and the pies de resistance two army green denim shoulder high gloves that fold down as far as needed for the comfort of the fighter. Will be adorned with patches decided by the wearer. Edges will be frayed to honor to the coup busting aesthetic and spirit of the endeavor. We can decide on a signature lip color, but spf is required for all fighters. Of coarse we will have those football stripes below the eyes, don’t be stupid.

How far away can something be from a face and still have humans think it’s a face

Senator Portman - i hope you are well, and want to thank you for the hard work you have put in to this election. However, it has become abundantly clear that joe Biden and Kamala Harris have secured more than enough electoral and popular votes to warrant recognition as president and vice elect. Upon reading the transcripts of he hopeless court cases, there is absolutely no evidence of vote measurable fraud. is time you stand up for democracy and face reality by congratulating he pair on their success. Americans and scared and they need a powerful republican voice to demounce the unsubstantiated conspircy theories that attempt to thwart democracy in this beautiful county. Please do the right thing , and stand with sanity, freedom and democracy. History books and citizens will thank you. May god bless you, your staff and loved ones

Could mermaids exist through evolution in the future

Me learning about real us history - all the nations destroyed by the USA—- I’m the baaad Guy

The rest of the world - duh dodododosodo

Print that looks like a page of writing that has been sourced in water so it’s bleeding and darker in speckles

Zamps= examples

Clothes with green screen cut outs

Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.

Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides

A veritcal line stretch waistband

Cross cross and straps back

Square high neck

Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front

Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font

Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category

Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish

Move your mouth in a differ way

Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner

Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font

Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table

An app that familiarizes people with science - through experimental learning ― hands on experiences that make it seem less top down and authoritarian , and more like a set of steps that we take, things that anyone can do to get closer with nature and the world

A social media philosophy app - teaches what others said and gives people a chance to express their views , postulate, argue, etc gadfly? How would be avoid a shit show, how can we make social media more humanitarian. how can we care about people while also expressing deeply held ideas , how can we encourage users to examine their deeply held ideas without alienating them. How can we discourage hatred and abuse and groupthink with design? How do we slow people down and encourage them to recognize the human behind the screen. Street epistemology? Socratic dialogue?

Socrates - asking questions. Breaking it down to bits. Deeply understanding their argument. Asking about different possibilities and circumstances. Take vast assumptions and show scenarios that make go against them.

Build fact checking into apps

Narrative self vs experiential

Walks you through steps of the sciefitifc method and encourages you to explain how you feel each step actually helped you- then walks you through a scientist doing the same for their reasarch

Republicans only want to be free in the specific ways that benefit corporations

Are Christians more willing to support the death pen early because they already believe in the cruel and overstepping punishment of hell?

Where did the idea come from that you need to remain impartial when trying to persuade

The idea that there is someone in a similar but different dwelling, hearing similar but different sounds and feeling similar but different feelings is wild

We synthesize sets of traits, and particular actions in a super biased culturally constructed way

With the way we see things as humans- we categorize things into groups that aren’t really reaaal ― paratheletic groups

I just want the people and jobs that benefit society

Connection to nietzsches Dionysian art and eckheart tolle/Taoism

No matter your personality, there is probably a part of the world that you would fit in with naturally.

An ordinary girl is selected as one of the representatives of earth in the first meeting of various alien species after one advanced planet discovered and United 10. Confused as to why she was chosen, she goes on her journey meeting

Wha ba Bada da da da da dada he’s a wha ba ba dadada as a matter of fact it’s not my fault if you came up here thinking that you would win

Wanting to break boundaries and rules for the sake those who are hurt by the rules

You are imagining the best case scenario of the life you want to have and experience Ming the reality of the life you so have.

Yes her drips cosmetics line to students i. Class

Chez it people can goldfish people

Your personality flows where a system needs it to go to maintain balance

[forunfeltimaginations]

Let’s try this again

They should make a law where if the police don’t read you your Miranda rights you get out of jail free, like if you don’t get your receipt at fast food restaurants you get a mail free

The shaggy law - There should be a law that if you continuously and shamelessly deny doing something, no matter how indisputably obvious it is that you did it, you should get off free for pure savegery.

Confederates as “rebels for tradition” is laughable

Ram rainbow spiral horns profile.

People think grammar rules are etched into the universe — they’re not. When people say AAve is incorrect and ignorant, they say that their conception of how one should speak is inherently correct despite no evidence/truth. Grammar is agreed upon not mandated

Hippie sauce infusion pizza joint

Plain nude balconette with little purple and pink flowers at wiring

How could anyone predict anything happening but how could any be surpised either

Hierarchies - nahhhh

Humans aren’t inherently higher than any other creature or thing, but as humans i don’t think it’s wrong to prioritize other humans. There no better or worse but there is optimal for certain environments and lifestyles.

What differentiates a piece of art from a slightly different replica - when is it an entirely different piece altogether? Moving a figure slightly? Adding a splash of paint ? Changing a color to the point where no one could tell? Is the persons perception the deciding factor or what’s actually on the canvas. If abstract art is about the perception, and the waning behind it - does it change with these things?

An exhibit where people are invited to paint over and destroy or change the art

The differences between us and other. Are feeble - not illusory but

Periwinkle sky blue black and white each of a half circle . Faded out

Uni should be about exploring ideas — new and old famillar and foreign - honeing writing reading reasoning debating listening etc skills.

Umm, Karen were your parents married when you were born?

Ummmm no, umm i mean , uh ,yes —what??

Then why are you policing what other people do?

Dark blue light blue orange lemon circles layer on top of each other, several difffent sizes

Job apps tip!! For every job you apply to , Change your last name on your resume to the last name of the hiring manager and they will think you are related to them and hire you with nepotism. ( then, or coarse, legally when you get the job)

Unpopular opinion: i don’t really mind diarrhea

I for one think it’s incredibly brave of the brats girls to reclaim such a derogatory term

Starting every Describtion of every British show with “its kind of like skins but..”

Beanie baskin took that treat she snatched it - she ain’t even askin

The squad bod - a group of ghost friends share one body in which they have to live their lives -

My playlists are a matter of fact, not opinion. They reveal truths about the human experience

A cats gorilla imeritive of aesthetics.

I don’t chose them, they are not for joy but for truth. They are not intelligible but feel able

📝 narrative - longing

👼 chaotic

🌾 childlike wonder

Things that seem homo and phobic ATST

- Woodstock

- Brown eyed girl

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on ya when you think everything BG a gone wrong and everything bows up in your face

If women can’t do drag because they have an advantage then what is drag? Is it having good looking tits and a waist ? Looking like woman? or is it about having charisma uniqueness nerve and talent?

Examining Tik toks through different philosophical lenses

What makes it so they put parenthesis around lyrics in a song? What intonations and such make it parenthesis worthy

What’s an article of clothing from your childhood that you viscerally remember for seemingly no reason

I feel like the problem with the property brothers is they had too good of a childhood

Do you ever wonder if personality traits would be diffferntnin different cultures? Would a quiet person be even quieter if they were brought up in North Korea? Or the same amount of talkativity? Do we have the traits no matter what, or are we inclined to be more of one way than the others around us. Are personality traits created by comparison to those around?

Maybe the anxiety comes from knowing your not “supposed” to be as quiet as you are. You don’t really want to talk, that’s okay , but it’s expected that you do. So you are anxiety that your not living up

I find happiness every single day

This feeling has made me so appreciative of my mental state usually. How many people feel like this on the regular? How many people have this as their default? I am so lucky. My default is happy. I have my issues, but i need to appreciate the gift i was given. I was given elation. Childlike wonder. Curiosity. Adventurousness. Self completion and fullness. The rest will come.

If you see a celebrity you want to talk to in public but don’t want to bother them, make sure they don’t see that you saw them and start a fake conversation telling a friend that they should buy a product they are a sponsor for, and that they should use their coupon code. When they approach you to thank you for being such a loyal fan, obviously pretend to be shocked that they just so happened to be there

Christianity excuses selfish politics and beliefs

Things i never would’ve noticed if they weren’t pointed out to me:

-Left and right handed ness

Rating sports teams by uniform colors

Balloon animals but make it clothing!

Logics doesn’t care about your feelings, but it certainly cares about your biasees.

He who findeth keepith, whilst he who loosith weepith.

Religious thought often starts at the conclusion they want and attempts to make arguments justifying it.

Jewish debate starts with an agreement that we are going to follow the book, but argues about what the book truly says. Not good enough when you are still just following the book

Why did Jesus need to die for our sins

Dream - swimming in a lake and bump into something you think is a human tying to save to but is it! Oct 29 9:03

Candle company logo etc

I’m sorry for your loss

It’s not oka

If people can accept that stupid bad jokes can be

Is there a reason for each thing existing? Sufficient reason

Understanding if an area is a matter of perspective or fact? Is it Emperical ?

If you assume you have free will you limit your critical thinking ability and therefor stour actual free will - you need to navigate technology such as algorithms that show you why at you want to see or you completely loose free will - you cannot chose when you don’t even know a choice. there is Somthing controlling you

Revelation is within it doesn’t involve others - can happen in a moment

Revolution- requires work and years and years of convincing others m

What counts as a second chance? What counts as a first chance? What does giving someone the benefit of the doubt entail ? Letting them out of jail , or letting them have a 2nd term as president.

**Picture of coke or Pepsi book**

Trump supporters be like: THIS is the BALLOt sleepy crooked joe SEND to MY neighbor. So much FOR democracy

One flew over the coup coups nest

Ashge-nazi = Jewish trump supporter

The heathers of the USA are Cali, New York and Texas. Florida, too

Shape shifting would solve all of this. I could go to Washington DC, pretend to be trump, concede then leave. It would be hilarious, however if me and trump looked identical and had to so the most idiotic crazy shit to prove to America that we indeed are the true DJ.

Coup busting outfit - light cute short sleeve camo shirts , army green super utalitarian cargo pants , double sash belts in leather with grommets studs or spikes (to be decided by team (with democracy) or left up to the individual) leather (vegan available) lace up knee high boots (maybe with spikes if not too 2012) and the pies de resistance two army green denim shoulder high gloves that fold down as far as needed for the comfort of the fighter. Will be adorned with patches decided by the wearer. Edges will be frayed to honor to the coup busting aesthetic and spirit of the endeavor. We can decide on a signature lip color, but spf is required for all fighters. Of coarse we will have those football stripes below the eyes, don’t be stupid.

How far away can something be from a face and still have humans think it’s a face

Senator Portman - i hope you are well, and want to thank you for the hard work you have put in to this election. However, it has become abundantly clear that joe Biden and Kamala Harris have secured more than enough electoral and popular votes to warrant recognition as president and vice elect. Upon reading the transcripts of he hopeless court cases, there is absolutely no evidence of vote measurable fraud. is time you stand up for democracy and face reality by congratulating he pair on their success. Americans and scared and they need a powerful republican voice to demounce the unsubstantiated conspircy theories that attempt to thwart democracy in this beautiful county. Please do the right thing , and stand with sanity, freedom and democracy. History books and citizens will thank you. May god bless you, your staff and loved ones

Could mermaids exist through evolution in the future

Me learning about real us history - all the nations destroyed by the USA—- I’m the baaad Guy

The rest of the world - duh dodododosodo

Print that looks like a page of writing that has been sourced in water so it’s bleeding and darker in speckles

Zamps= examples

Clothes with green screen cut outs

Robots don’t need to be sentient to destroy us.

Navy mock neck long sleeves big orange and little white stripe on tube cage sides

A veritcal line stretch waistband

Cross cross and straps back

Square high neck

Scarlet polka dots around can light blue text and beach image as front

Blue stroke red inside square, blue triangle rainbow with eye and funky font

Y either know a particular topic or not , but it’s hard to pin down intelligence on one category

Cream background , ice cream pink script name kinda bev hills hotel script looking ish

Move your mouth in a differ way

Supersonic vibrating butt cleaner

Half magenta half red violet a blue teacup in the center with white floral frills thick serif font

Pink background am orange flower in a vase white present ribbon n red as a table

An app that familiarizes people with science - through experimental learning ― hands on experiences that make it seem less top down and authoritarian , and more like a set of steps that we take, things that anyone can do to get closer with nature and the world

A social media philosophy app - teaches what others said and gives people a chance to express their views , postulate, argue, etc gadfly? How would be avoid a shit show, how can we make social media more humanitarian. how can we care about people while also expressing deeply held ideas , how can we encourage users to examine their deeply held ideas without alienating them. How can we discourage hatred and abuse and groupthink with design? How do we slow people down and encourage them to recognize the human behind the screen. Street epistemology? Socratic dialogue?

Socrates - asking questions. Breaking it down to bits. Deeply understanding their argument. Asking about different possibilities and circumstances. Take vast assumptions and show scenarios that make go against them.

Narrative self vs experiential