#crazy ass husbands gang

[slasherscream]

Hello Bee! First I want to say that I really love your writing and your characterization of the characters. I've read so much of your stuff over and over again, it's so good! Thank you so much for writing it all!

Secondly, I wanted to make a request. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could you please make a crazy ass husbands with an artisitic s/o? Like someone who may not necessarily create art, but is really passionate about like painting, and music, and just all the types of art? I saw you added Vincent Sinclair and thought of this 😄.

If not its fine, I still want you to know that I adore and enjoy your writing! Well wishes! 🩷🩷

Qimir (the acolyte) - Qimir likes the way you get carried away by music. The way you close your eyes when you walk into a cantina and musicians are playing. The little songs you hum to yourself when you’re piloting the ship, or fixing something. Music awakens something in your soul. You feel it deeply. Love songs and tragic laments alike light a fire in you. Every now and again he’ll have the two of you go to planets known for their music, their unique sounds, and singing styles. It’s always under a false pretense. The training or mission he sends you on are usually extra grueling before you’re given your “reward”. Otherwise, he feels like a slave to the whims of your joy. What wouldn’t he do to see you smile? To relish your little gasp the first time you hear a new instrument or song? He likes to reach out, using the connection you two share, and feel what you feel. He’s so glad he freed you from your shackles of repression. The way you indulge your passion is beautiful. 

Norman Bates - You’ve always loved flowers. The first thought you had about the motel was that it needed some nice flowers outside. You’ve traveled the country, visiting all sorts of gardens. It’s an odd hobby, but one you chased relentlessly. Until you met Norman, and settled into the hotel with him. But eventually you start to crave those gardens again, so you decide for the first time not to just admire gardens, but to cultivate one. There are a few false starts. Miserable failures. Mixed successes. But Norman is encouraging every step of the way, and eventually your little motel begins to shine. Ivy creeping up trellises you place against the house. Roses, peonies, lavender, poppies. All in ranges of colors and sizes. You repaint the motel when it begins to look shabby in comparison to the garden blooming around it. For the first time the motel starts to look… welcoming. Like a true home. People in town begin to stop by and spend the night just so they can have breakfast in the garden the next morning. People propose to each other at the Bates Motel. Get married there. Honeymoon. Have the celebrations for their baby’s christening among all your flowers and saplings. Norman doesn’t have a green thumb, but he brings you lemonade and kisses your cheek and thanks you earnestly for bringing color and life into his world. 

Hannibal Lecter - This is one of the ways you and Hannibal bond. You could talk about art for hours together. He’s a wonderful conversationalist, and your raw passion for the topic makes it so that you always have something new to say to one another. Date nights consist of going to art galleries for big and small artists. Something about being in one another’s presence sweetens the art itself. Hannibal often surprises you with trips to other countries just so you can go to their art museums and partake in new art scenes. Money is a small thing to Hannibal. The conversations you have about art? Those are priceless. 

Shane Walsh - He’s never been too interested in the arts. Not before the end of the world and certainly not after it. The only art that matters now is the art of survival. He tells you this often. Tells you to look to the future. Focus on surviving the day. On perfecting the skills he tries to teach you, day in and day out, so even if he’s gone, you’ll be okay. But you make him soft. For all that he bitches, he’s always giving in. Always looking to keep you alive, yes. But he wants you to be happy too. So he takes detours, and looks for libraries and bookstores that are beginning to cave in on themselves and smell of rotten pages and wood. He’s risked entire hoards of walkers to retrieve a book he knew was your favorite. He doesn’t mind when precious bag space is taken up by whatever paperbacks you can get your hands on. One day he might find a town that he likes enough and decide to go through the trouble of turning a library into a home for you. It will be well fortified, and he won’t like how many entry and exit points it might have. But he’d love to see you in your element, surrounded by what you love. 

V (from V for Vendetta) - So much art has been ruthlessly crushed beneath the boot of the fascist government you live under. Admiring the arts, any form of it, is like trying to hold sand in your hands. Your grip grows ever more desperate to hold onto anything. But there is no rhyme or reason to what is outlawed or taken away. Little bits of your soul are chipped away, with each new restriction, with each new burning or banning. Until V whisks you away to his hideout, and suddenly the world is made anew again. You are surrounded by art, art you didn’t even know existed. Things you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams. You inhale everything the gallery has to offer. You feel nearly gluttonous. In each room there is something new to see, hear, read. A feast for your senses anywhere you turn. You feel alive for the first time in years, maybe ever. V, in turn, feels his own form of gluttony. He cherishes every bit of delight he brings to your world. He feels like the worst kind of miser. The lowest of villains. What could be more precious than your smile? Or your laughter? Nothing. And by keeping you here, with him, he deprives the world of you and all you have to offer. But the world isn’t kind to precious things. So he keeps you like all the other treasures of this world. Hidden. Safe. Loved. 

Candyman - You collect book nook shelf inserts. Your home is covered in shelves, just to fit them. You have more book nooks than you do books separating them. Daniel is charmed to death by the collection. By the tender, diligent way you take care of them all. You spend hours of your week dusting. Fiddling. Making tiny adjustments. There must be something meditative about it, because you never complain. The joy he felt whenever he held a paintbrush is the same joy that flashes across your face when you open a new kit. He watches you assemble your precious, miniature worlds and ask you quiet questions, every now and again. He doesn’t want to break you from the beautiful trance you fall into, but he loves to peek into your mind. “What drew you to this scene, my love?” / “This one has an enchanting gloom to it. You have such an eye for art.” / “This one looks especially fragile, you might have to be more gentle, love.” He enjoys watching you lose yourself in your hobby. He loves the way you are unashamed in your joy. How you take pride in this work. You curl up into his side, after you’ve spent hours assembling one of your nooks, and the two of you will stare at it in all its completed glory. 

Robert Neville (I Am Legend) - At first he thought you were a hallucination. He’d been hearing things more often. Seeing things too. The human mind wasn’t built for isolation, as a scientist he was well aware of that. He tries to compensate as best he can. With his mannequins. With entertainment. By focusing on his research. He only has to stay sane long enough to fix the world he couldn’t save. That’s all. But then he sees you, while he’s hunting. The sun is still high in the sky, and you don’t move like a dark seeker. You’re cautious, slow. You also don’t move like a hallucination. You don’t really look like one either. He almost doesn’t approach you, afraid he’ll discover you were a mirage. He follows you all day long, until the sun is getting too low for comfort. Then Robert approaches you, fumbling through the obvious (it isn’t safe out here), barely remembering to introduce himself because people have names. Hoping desperately that you’ll trust a strange man instead of taking your chances with the dark. But the entire time he talks to you his eyes keep drifting to all the jewelry you’re wearing. Earrings. Bracelets. Necklaces. Rings. They glint in the light. Hypnotizing in their imperfections and intricacies. You move into his home, but you two drift around each other like ghosts. You’ve been alone so long, the both of you. You dreamed of meeting another living person. But faced with the reality of it, you’re overwhelmed. Until one night after dinner he finds you in the living room, making more of your jewelry. Slow and careful. He asks you about it, and you tell him it kept you sane while you were alone. Made you feel human. Then you look up at him, and he freezes under your gaze. (It’s been so long since he’s looked into someone’s eyes. It almost hurts. He can’t imagine ever looking away.) You ask him what kept him human. He’s not sure he still is. But he moves to sit beside you on the floor, hands you beads, and tells you he's been pretty fond of movies lately. 

Lestat De Lioncourt - You were a tailor in life, before he turned you. In death, in this eternity he’s given you, fabric is nearly your religion. With your vampiric eyes, you see even the tiniest flaw in stitching. All colors look more vibrant. The world looks more alive. Even though you can never see the way certain fabrics and colors catch the light of the sun, moonlight and starlight can be just as beautiful. You drag him to fashion shows in order to soak in the new styles, and cuts of clothing. You are as endeared by couture as you are the various counter cultures that arise throughout the decades you spend together. You spend exorbitant amounts of money on the finest bolts of cloth and thread. Sewing and tailoring and designing can be done entirely on your own. In fact, you’d probably be done quicker if you were just left to your work. But Lestat gets lonely when you lock yourself up in your work room for days on end. He likes to drape himself against your back, push himself into your side. Trail teasing fingers up your arm, to see if he can get your ever steady hands to falter (he cannot.) Looking over your shoulders and seeing what latest fashion has caught your eye is his hobby. You don’t mind the company of your muse. Sometimes you even sit him in front of you as you sew, and let the sound of him talking guide your needle and thread. He hardly wears anything you don’t make. Not only is your work superior, but every piece is made of love. 

Abe Sapien - You love everything about movies. How they’re made. Sound design. Light design. Set design. The difference between digital and film cameras. Abe was caught in your orbit the minute you were recruited. Talking to you, trying to form a connection, however, did not come as easy. Awkward nods as you passed one another in the hall. Stilted, dry conversation as you ate lunch at the same tables. It was enough to drive him mad. He didn’t know why he alone was unable to form any sort of acquaintanceship with you (especially when he wanted far more than that). This all changed during movie night. You were watching the voted on film play out on screen, entranced by every individual frame, it seemed. He’d never seen anyone smile so fetchingly, or blink so little. He bravely, and quietly, asked if you were enjoying the film. You began to eagerly whisper to him all sorts of details about how the film was made, the difference between the final product and script. Apparently, it was one of your favorites. With one conversation, the bridge between you two was crossed. Abe had been so caught up in enjoying literature, he hadn't explored much of the diverse realm of cinema. Happily, you appointed yourself the esteemed position as his guide. Somewhere between sharing your tastes, late night discussions, and dry eyes from sleepless nights, you leaned over to kiss him. He kissed you back, and you both forgot all about movies for a little while. 

Vincent Sinclair - You were an avid admirer of sculptures. You went to museums, and had to curl your hands into fists to resist the urge to reach out and touch the statues. There was something so beautiful about someone taking the time to carve human shapes out of stone and earth. To make marble resemble fabric as delicate as silk. It was breathtaking to you, really. Until you came across the House of Wax, you hadn’t really thought of wax as a means to make sculptures. Instantly, you are captivated. You forget that your car is being “repaired”, so closely do you look at every sculpture. You admire each one from several angles, for long periods of time, face giving away nothing. Vincent watches you, wanting to know what you’re thinking about his art so desperately he feels as if he’ll die. He interrupts Bo from the preparations to kill you and makes him ask you questions. Bo asks each one through gritted teeth, irritated to be playing a game of telephone, but even he is a little charmed by your thoughtful answers. When Vincent insists on not killing you Bo just shakes his head and washes his hands of the situation. You fall asleep in the town’s only motel, but when you wake up you’re in Vincent’s workshop. You’ll be able to admire his art for as long as you like now. 

Joel Miller - You tell him stories. You’re an avid collector of them. Wherever you go, you collect a story from someone. Sometimes they’re fantastical. Some myth or aesop fables that will be lost to the sands of time and the chaos of the apocalypse within just one more generation (if humanity makes it that long.) Other times they’re heartbreakingly real. The taste of an apple pie someone’s grandmother used to make for them. The memory of someone trying on their wedding dress for the first time. You have a way about you. It’s your eyes. The warmth in them. The understanding. Even after so many years of survival and fighting, you possess an empathy that should have gotten you killed by now. Instead you’re the keeper of people’s stories. You’ll be riding side by side on your horses, and Joel won’t sense any danger nearby, so he’ll say the magic words: You got a story for me today, L/N? And you always do. The sound of your voice keeps his head quiet. 

A/N: i blushed bugs bunny curled ears style. thank you for the compliments, made my day! i think yours is the first crazy ass husbands gang request i’ve written! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[silverselfshippingchaos]

he's such a fucking hater man

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ my muse (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : max verstappen x fem reader

summary : the chaotic private account of an artistic soul 💫

tw : fluff, a little chaos, suggestive

a/n : So this was requested anonymously, so if you are seeing this, Hope you like it 💫

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maxwife the italian view 💫 one for the day ☀️ one for the night 🌝

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albono you stare at him, he stares at the podium ✊🏻

max1 stop being sour about driving a cart

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maxwife Toto follows me -

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maxwife I was joking - fransisca.gnomes it's alright y/n, they all have a thing for Toto

totomercedes everyone, I am married and do not harbour any feelings for the same gender with all due respect

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lordperceval yet we drive each other crazy @ max1 max1 🤭💌

maxwife yall are banned, that's it, OUT 🤺

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maxwife the muse and the art 💫

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max1 she gifted me the painting y’all

max1 I won in life 😙😌

alexmiuex love, we need to visit the museums together 🫶🏻

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pierreneedsgas for gods sake, keep you wife away from mine

norriz did I miss something -

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pierreneedsgas ITS OUT NOW, I SHOULD JUST TELL IT

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pierreneedsgas STOP ALEX ALBON

fransiscka.gnomes amour ❤️ ?

pierreneedsgas well, I wanted to do this in person, but ig my mouth spoiled it

pierreneedsgas Happy April’s Fool day 😊

maxwife that’s it, YALL ARE OUT INCLUDING MY HUSBAND

fransisca.gnomes girls, number 44

hamsandwich what?

carmenvroom ignore the real number 44

lordperceval Pierre, Alexandra just left the house

albono so did lily … max1 so did this account user

maxwife I have a name

max1 you are the love of my life, the reason I look forward to every day, the muse and the thrill to win each and every race max1 if you were not there, I would have not survived the lowest of my life max1 I want you to know that whatever I may say, I hold you above anyone else, and if needed, I would die for you without anything asked maxwife I am crying now ��� I love you so much my wdc ❤️ Pierre, take tips pierreneedsgas yes ma’am 🫡

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Monkey y/n was like fry or Bender from futurama?

Bite my shiny metal ass-Bender

YAAAAH!-Philip J Fry

(Lmk Wukong)(Fry Monkey girl) Oh yeah it was a match made in heaven, if heaven was full of monkeys. You are a rather chill Monkey girl and Wukong's perfect half, with your shared laziness and lounging around the couch. You both love to chill at home, watching TV and playing games and chowing down on snacks. You're always a sweetheart to him being there for him and supporting him in the best and worse times, and trying to help him even though it may feel like it's not much. Over all Wukong and you are a brilliant chill couple and you both spend your days lazing together.

(NR Wukong)(Bender Monkey girl) Pff you men this batsh*t crazy monkey man when you stupidly tried to rob him🤣. He was coming home from the club until you popped out of the ally threatening him with a broken beer bottle, yelling at him to give you all his change. Wukong was more confused and turned on, then angry and threatened if anything he was more then happy to give you his wallet along with his phone number. Wukong loves to get into mischief and trouble with you, especially when it involves robbing different gangs and thugs. He all time favorite thing to do is also stay home with you as you smoke after a few hours of satisfying mating getting kisses and mutual affection. However there is a downside to this relationship, what is it you ask, is that HE CAN'T HIDE BOOZE FROM YOU TO SAVE HIS LIFE!!!! LIKE SERIOUSLY HE WOULD FIND NEW PLACES TO HIDE IT BUT YOU GET TO IT EVERYTIME!!!!! and he that his alcoholism was way out of control, he's worried that you think booze is the same as water.

(MKR Wukong)(Bender Monkey girl) You both met when you kidnapped the monk but not for the usual reason, you send a ransom to Wukong that if he ever wants to see his master again he will give you all the money they have. Wukong looked at you with so much audacity and anger but for some reason he kinda respect your insanity and bravado. Now what you both didn't expect was for the monk to drag you along the journey for now on to help you overcome your greed and kelptomania, however every other habit is a lost cause. You will always overly drink and smoke cigars blowing smoke 🚬🌬 in pigsy's face making Wukong laugh. Ok sure you can be alot to deal with but Wukong wouldn't change you that much, as you both cause trouble together.

(HIB Wukong)(Fry Monkey girl) You are the kindest and sweetest gal he's ever met but my god your stupid🙄😒. You remained him very much of his son Luier, your kind and care very much about him but you are not that bright to begin with. You also try to help Wukong relax because of how easily stress he is providing food and snacks for him and the children. You also would invite him to sit with you as you both watch plays or listen to soft music, it's the only time your laziness comes in handy. You get on his nerves alot sometimes but Wukong feels your love for him, as you often try to help him everyday🥰

(Netflix Wukong)(Fry Monkey girl) Wow Wukong never thought that he had to be the mature one in the marriage, but here we are as the years went by. However it's because you feeling very strongly for your husband and his self worth and mental health, you always hated how he trys to be someone he's not for people who will never respect or accept him. Which is why you instantly welcome him with open arms and never ending support for his endeavors. You care deeply for your husband and go the extra mild to help him even when it's hard, but Wukong registers your selflessness even with his pride. He can't thank and love you enough for it🥰

(BMW Wukong)(Bender Monkey girl) You both met when you stole treasures and jewelry from him, and in broad daylight at the matter. Wukong would be pissed at you if he wasn't impressed by your audacity and lack of control, you don't seem to care about who you stole from as long as you had what you wanted. You and Wukong were mortal enemies for a few years until both got into a physical fight, but for some reason you got aroused and not just you Wukong too interesting😏. After settling your rivalry against each other you both spend your days drinking together and terrorizing the celestials while adding to his treasures collection.

(Destined one)(Fry Monkey girl) Man the Destined one wishes he can be as chill and lazy as you are, the monkey man is always fighting, always traveling, always on the move it's admittedly exhausting but on the brightside that's how he met you. Inviting him to hang with you and chilling and relaxing in multiple hot springs, eating all kinds of snacks together, and watching plays and musicals. Just helping him slowdown and enjoy life before it passes him by, but with your time together the Destined one fell in love with you as you showed him kindness, care and the idea of laissez-faire.

(Lotmk Wukong)(Bender Monkey girl) YOU WOULD BE A GOD AWFUL INFLUENCE ON HIM!!!!!! Seriously, you are always drinking alcohol, smoking and robbing people, and stealing things. People would legit be thinking that Wukong was forced into the relationship, that was until some people realized you did that to everyone else but him. You have no problem robbing people and committing crimes against others, but you often make sure to get something nice and shiny to give him. Dispite all that you're very sweet and doting on him more then you like to admit but when he became your husband, he became the most important treasure to you.

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[11queensupreme11]

Hi my dumbass forgot to attach two percy memes to the first ask so lol here ya go

Percy in the baby!AU zooming her way out of atlantis:

now here's our creepy unc and daddyseidon 💙

Hades and the gang during chapter 34:

Im sooo curious on daddyseidon’s mental state rn because we all know that that guy’s already crazy af, an absolute lunatic. And now his first and only love got snatched by 2 gods – one being someone he respects(ed), the other a lil goofy dog – and then in the future, not only would his loony ass nephew also get to be her husband, but also a DEMIGOD (not just a demigod, but an OUTER GOD), and also the guy that literally fucked a horse, AND beelzebub, the very same god HE accepted to be percy’s nanny 😭 I am legit scared to think what’s going on in his mind rn oml 😭 Next up are anubis and cu!

THE FUCKING MATH MEME WAIT UR SUCH A GENIUS

WHY DID I NEVER THINK OF USING THAT MEME BEFORE AJHSFGAS

IT WORKS SO PERFECTLY THANK YOU FOR MAKING THAT 😭😭😭😭

and the last two, i was like "wait, did you accidentally send it twice???" until i saw the caption 💀 so true, poseidon would hate your guts if you hate or love percy, there's no winning with him 😭

also i love how you drew demeter, she's so hot and persephone's adorable 🥰 absolute menaces those two, but they're good looking and they gave us percades so who cares 🤪

[sickvictorianangel]

My "hot takes" about RDR2:

All the characters are well written, complex and well played. But that doesn't mean I need to like every one of them or defend them.

We all love John because of own bias (thanks to RDR1). His only redeemable point is after the end of the Epilogue. This man was irresponsible, a deadbeat, didn't listen to Abigail even at the end and caused his own death, leaving Abigail and Jack alone.

Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly and Sadie are the best women in the whole game and I will always stand up for them. Abigail fought for her son with teeth and nails, she always did her best for the ones she loved. Mary-Beth, Karen and Tilly were soulmates, who always defended each other and had each other's back all the time. They stood up for themselves many many times and were a girls girl. Being there for Abigail all the time when Jack was kidnapped and trying to pull Karen out of the hole she was burying herself. And of course, Sadie was a strong woman. She didn't just devote herself to avenge her late husband, but she devoted her time to stand up and move on. She was loyal to Arthur and such a good friend to Abigail, John and Charles. Her loyalty carried the love she felt even when the people she loved died.

Which also brings me to: I will always defend Molly! She abandoned everything she was and had for a narcissist that stole her youth and will to live. She tried to salvage her broken "relationship" in every way she could, always receiving the bad hand of Dutch's attitude. In the end, dying trying to show her feelings that were constantly dismissed. Molly deserved better.

Susan Grimshaw wasn't a bad woman, she lived for the well being of the gang and loyalty to Dutch. She was hard and cold, but because she learned that was the only way for survival. She died being loyal to the Van Der Linde gang. She died siding with Arthur and John.

Reverend Swanson was a sick man. Addiction is a disease! I will always love that man and defend him. And in the end, he also reached his redemption.

Hosea was the glue that kept everyone together, the gang only existed for so long and succeeded because of him. Until Dutch's ego talked louder and louder, putting everyone in such a fragile position that ended up taking his own life.

No, Dutch didn't get crazy. Dutch was always a narcissist and didn't want to carry the responsibility of his actions, always blaming everyone and pointing fingers around trying to frame someone for the downfall of the gang. For him to be happy and satisfied, you had to side with him and his decision no matter how crazy they were. Micah was just a mirror for his own actions to come to life. Making Arthur and John question if that was a "new Dutch" or if he was already like that. And don't make me even talk about how this man became a whole rap!st in RDR1.

Mary is a complex character and necessary for Arthur's growth. But, Mary is just a rich woman from the 1800s. The way she treated the other girls from the gang with such disdain, treating them like they were inferior? Fuck you, girl. She was always a red flag for me for the simple fact that Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly didn't like her at all. Only Abigail talking positive about her once. And no, I don't care that she "used Arthur" lmao That part is extremely important to Arthur's path of redemption, so get over that already (to all the annoying men in the fandom).

Charles, Lenny and Kieran are literal angels. Victims of their circumstances but acted with honor till the end of everything. Always ready to help. I've never seen these boys harassing anyone.

Javier was blind loyal, his ideals weren't real and depended on Dutch's empty words to hold it. When everything fell apart, Javier became the opposite of what he preached so much.

Bill was never a good person. Bill was a big drunk bully. He was always a coward, even before RDR1. His loyalty was with some of the members of the gang (as long as they were white... Tilly got his ass during the stagecoach mission and I love that).

Arthur is one of the best written characters I've ever seen. We see someone who was hurt since a child, who was forced to become a "hard man" by every person in his life. He was made to believe by everyone that he was just a strong and ugly motherfucker, whose only use was to do someone's dirty work. But in reality, he was soft. Arthur was an artist, and the people that actually knew that soft side of him, knew how reliable he was. His redemption story is actually beautiful. Arthur is the base of the gang and the pivotal point in the story. His actions and sacrifice started a butterfly effect so strong that it change the course of everyone's life.

And to end this huge mountain of nothing lol I just wanna say that those are MY OWN OPINIONS. I love that game so much and I hope we can see even more of the whole gang and other characters some day again.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

me n the outsiders show are in like a toxic relationship. the lows are SO low. but the highs are the best thing I've ever seen. (POST WATCH ME NOTE. THIS EP WAS A HIGH. A VERY HIGH HIGH) anyways. the bullshit continues. ep 10 (? I honestly lost track) tequila sunset notes🙂‍↕️

intro continues to fuck next question.

also. this is unrelated to anythin I just realized somethin. Tim n Darry in the show literally have the 'I could fix him but whatever is wrong with him is WAY funnier' except they BOTH thunk that

still on good ol 240p :( I wish someone would make a higher definition version of at LEAST the best intro of all time

is tim buyin a new car?? OH 'I promised I'd come look at this truck for darry' huh. ok. husband behavior but whatever.

tim n his ugly ass fuck ass glasses. if I were darry I'd BURN them things

tim is also cartoonishly short compared to like half the men in this show. I think like soda. is the only one shorter than tim.

FUCK ASS FEDORA??? TWO BIT. WHAT IS THAT HAT.

everytime two doesn't have something funny to say everyone needs to pipe down. that's my kid. n you've upset him. so now I gotta kick your ass.

if pony was an emoji he'd be this one 👁👁 he's just always lookin. nosy ass kid (affectionate)

Two's runnin? a bettin sceme? wait what is it FOR tho? Steves drag race?

the fact that the gang is always askin pony about the books he's readin is so important to me. n he's always makin them recommendations they won't read but he's actually thought about. aough.

guys no captions again n they're MUMBLIN

steve just said somethin to Soda n soda whipped around n just started open palm whackin em. every time these boys giggle n wrestle n whack each other around I gain 5 years on my life.

oh two's doin SPORTS bettin for their school team

wait the show made Steve canonically drop out too? huh I always thought Steve still wait to school. ok wait comin back to this cause I had to check but yeah the book implies Steve still goes to school. but the SHOW had him be a drop out too.

soda is against the school sports gamblin?? why??? this feels like it'd be right up his alley

pony reachin through the car window to fuck up two's hair before he leaves aww

is tim gonna cheat with this married woman. wowww. what about his husband. what about darry.

'you oughtta join. meet a nice girl.' 'I already did. a long time ago.' they really went. ok. we have give no love interest to tim or darry. whatever they got goin on is rapidly leavin subtext. we gotta do somethin about this.

two is so crazy. homie is tryin to get some guy to fix the game everyone is bettin on. also. he needs to lose this hat. now.

OH. two owes these guys money. that's why he's doin the bettin thing. ok.

two bit gettin pissed. ohhhh. this is so important to me. let this man get mad. let him not be funny. let him find his breakin point n walk right over it.

AOUGH. IN THE SHOW TWO DOESNT DRINK. AGHHHHH. APUGH. we'll or rather he doesn't drink that often. pony says as much. aoughhh.

TIM IN HIS FUCK ASS SUITTTT

'go on Darry. tell em why I'm wearin your suit n brand new shoes' *the vilest up n down look over from Darry. most jealous ass line delivery ive ever heard from a man* 'church'

'tim shepards goin to CHURCH' pony is CACKLIN biggest cheesiest smile I've EVER seen

darry is actually not beatin the jealous allegations even a little bit. this whole scene is doin NOTHIN to convince me

'hey mathews! Just wanna remind you it's great to be alive man!' tim shoutin at two while he's got the nastiest hangover knocked out on the couch

'is he really going to church?' 'yeah. but not to find god' darry the man you are. he's so funny.

TIM N HIS SQUEAKY ASS SHOES. everyone in that church was givin him the MEANEST side eye

'I gotta run over to the bowlin alley for a while. guy rentin the shoes called in sick' what the HELL does that line mean. either. a. pony works at the bowlin alley n we have literally never heard about this before. or. b. pony just runs around coverin for people's shifts. n I dunno which is funnier.

the way two just. lies. so smoothy. aough. my son. 'hey if you're in some kinda trouble-' 'not to worry ponyboy' aough. they just care abiut each other.

also. off topic. but the way two says ponyboy is so interestin to me. need to study his accent. the y in pony is like. an implication. he doesn't even really pronounce it. he somehow makes ponyboy into a 2 syllable word just by drawin it out all weird. sorry. side tracked. I fuckin love accents man.

two goin to shoot a basket n just. fully missin. apugh. I love that kid.

also this guy two's tryin to convince to fix the game plays basketball right. n two just said. 'you're the lucky one. you got this. you might even get out. go to college'. dare I say. mason mccormick. actually. or even Darry curtis core.

awww two shot again n made it in this time. n he also said 'man I still got it' like he didn't miss so embarrassingly bad 10 seconds ago.

'well everyone loved your shoes n your suit' 'really🥺' tim save those big ass wet eyes for DARRY.

'as we all know. Jesus was just a simple carpenter' 'yeah n look where that got em' god DAMN. every so often they have a line that just goes insanely hard.

'two bit what's goin on?' 'I'm scared ponyboy' YES YES YES LET THEM ADMIT THEIR FEELINS PLEASE GOD BOOM SHAKALAKA YAS LORD

pony shakin his head in disappointment while two tells him about his gamblin problems like literally last episode he didn't say 'I won't bet!' n Darry side eyed the hell out of him n went 'like LAST time' this is clown to clown communication

'pony this is my worry not yours' 'nuh uh I'm gonna go get Darry soda n Steve' pony really said since when has anythin ever been individual round here. were practically the communist party. YOUR worry. try again. yeah. OUR problem

two only pronounces ponys full name when he's upset

'everyone thinks I'm the fun guy yeah. the clown? that ain't me' TWO BIT MATHEWS THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOUUU. YOU COULD NEVER BE JUST FUNNY BEER MAN TO ME IN EVERY UNIVERSE

'sometimes I wake up in the mornin I'm so scared my stomach gets all nervous. I thought the alcohol would make me feel less' I'm goin to throw the fuck up. two bit mathews. Jesus. fuck. my god. that's my baby.

'wherever you're goin. lemme go with you' AOUGHHG. THEY CARE SO MUCH ABIUT EACH OTHER. PONYS GONNA HELP TWO LEARN TO READDDDD. IM GONNA BE SICKKKK

two listenin to the game alone in his car. drinkin. I'm sick to my stomach. someone help that poot boy.

why are tim n darry completely full side pressed against each other at the bar top 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓️

sick of seein tim n this girl. go back to your husband tim.

ohh no fuck. two's team lost. oh no. augh. oh no my baby.

SODA TRIED OUT FOR THE BASKETBALL TEAM N GOT ON BUT GOT KICKED OFF FOR SMOKIN

the way. two can just lie so easily. like soda asks where he's been when he was in his car spiralin n two lies so smoothy soda just. swallows it. aough.

aough. uh. two is drivin drunk with Soda n these two girls in the car. mama. I fear there's no way this ends well.

OVER tim n this GIRL. look. I like her. her characters actually real interestin. but tim. go back to Darry please.

'I'm just as good as she is!' 'yeah. we're both as good as anybody' two I fear yall are not talkin about the same thing even a little

NOOO THEYRE JUMPIN MY BABY TWO CALLIN OUT FOR SODA BEFORE HE COLLAPSES?? just SHOOT me already AOUGH

the cops show up n sodas like layin on the ground n the cops got a flashlight on him n he is like?? servin insanely hard. comes by that shit naturally I guess. somethin about the curtis brothers the second the cops try to talk to them they pull out the most lethal face cards know to man

one. darry lecturin soda n two while they're both absolutely poutin on the couch. two. two bits got darrys shit on. three. pony is also just there. I fear these boys are incapable of stayin out of each other's business.

'I've known you a long time two bit. what's with the drinkin?' AOUGH. AGH. OUGH. OUCH.

OH PONYS GONNA TELL SODA N DARRY WHATS GOIN ON WITH TWO

'pony told me n darry about the gamblin. wanna talk about it?' THEY CARE SO MUCH ABOUT EACH OTHER🗣 THEY ARE SO GENTLE WISH EACH OTHER🗣 AOUGH

two bits whole monolouge about. gamblin. n his mom. n school. n not belongin. n lettin soda hold him while he cries ohhhh. yeah. uh. um. excuse me. I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna lose my mind actually. like. ah. ok. hmm

DARRY N PONY WENT TO A DRAG RACE TOGETHER AWWW

'I'm better off with you outta my life.' 'yeah ok I deserved that' n then soda poutily stompin up the stairs

there ain't NO way they're gonna make me watch two get jumped for a THIRD TIME. Jesus he looks so SCARED. my BABY.

youre gonna jump THIS FACE?? my fuckin SON??

oh his homes rollin up nevermind. he brought the posse. if i was gonna jump someone n then the whole curtis gang n tim rolled up?? yeah hard pass. nevermind!!

TIM SODA N DARRY SPEAKIN UP FOR TWO APUGHHHH THE WHOLE GANG HUGGIN HIM. APUGHHHH. MY BABY.

'two swears he will never drink or gamble again. so far we're takin his good ambitions. one day at a time' GUYS I FEAR I GIGGLED

PONY HELPIN TWO LEARN TO READ DEAR GOD IM GONNA BE SICK THEM CURLED UP ON THE COUCH TOGETHER IM WAILIN

'darry never did trade in the truck. he said dad did always want me to learn to drive on old red so we'll be keepin it. at least til then' GUYS GIMME A SINGLE BREAK IM GONNA LOSE IT

[fangirl-docintraining]

A sequel to my The Curtis Gang as 90 Day Fiancé Quotes: Their Fav and Least Fav cast members from the 90 Day cinematic universe

Darry:

Fav: Florian (Stacey’s Albanian husband) Florian is always fed up with the whack shit that is happening around him. Darry feels it on a spiritual level.

Enemy: Ronald (of Tiffany and Ronald) of South Africa. Bro sold his mom’s fridge. Also Darry’s face at the “have you heard of human trafficking my boy?” Line was one of pure horror

Soda:

Fav: bro loves Darcey, he also is fascinated how she looks when she cries with all her Botox

Enemy: he hates Brandon of Brandon and Julia (he thinks he boring and agrees with Julia about everything)

Ponyboy:

Fav: Michael of Michael and Angela. “Just give him a visa and green card man’s has suffered enough”

Enemy: bro has had beef with Asuelu from the beginning, before we even knew he was so awful

Steve:

Fav: the Stacey to Soda’s Darcey. They quote them A LOT

Enemy: Gino of Gino and Jasmine. He wants to fight him so bad.

Dally:

Fav: Anfisa. He had much respect for her scamming and her ability to have an explosive fight.

Enemy: Jon of Jon and Rachel from England (dally: bro how do you get in so many fights you get forever banned from getting a US visa. Amateur 🙄)

Johnny:

Fav: bro lowkey rooted for Sumit and Jenny. Jaw was on the floor when that big reveal happened.

Enemy: Natalie (of Natalie and Mike, now Josh) she scares him with her crazy eyes and the way she screams a lot.

Two Bit:

Fav: Jose from 90 UK, bro thinks I love you chicken is the funniest thing he’s ever heard

Enemy: big Ed. He just wants five minutes in a room to kick his ass.

Betty:

Fav: the OG’s Danielle and Mohamed and the absolute garbage fire that was their entire plot line. Possibly the peak 90 storyline tbh.

Enemy: Andrei (why does he have to be toxic masculinity at all times??)

[slasherscream]

i just wanted to share my thoughts, don’t feel pressured to do anything with this but whenever i think of the crazy ass boys gang i think of It Will Come Back by Hozier…the vibes are magnificent…the entirety of the song fits all of them imo it just works so well…and the one line ‘cant be unlearned i’ve known the warmth of your doorway’ GOD i love my men possessive and insane!

REAL and true one of my favorite hozier songs of all time but i can't listen to it often lest it drive me to insanity

[thedevilsoftruth]

¿-The bad touch-?

Kyojuro Rengoku x Gn! Reader

You are on a double date with your husband Kyojuro and his best friend Tengen and his three wife's at a karaoke bar. Tengen and Kyojuro sing awful songs and become very very drunk.

Warning: Sexual humor, vomit/throw up, and drunk immature grown men.

I wrote this in like 30 minutes, so it's choppy and very incomplete but please enjoy and have a good chuckle.

[ Requests are open. Please see my pinned post for more information 💋 ]

It was a double date with you and Kyojuro and Tengen and his three wife's. You were really close to Tengens wife's because of the amount of double dates you had, but you weren't sure if you liked Tengen or hated his guts. And the reason for that was how he was able to make your husband the craziest man you had ever met.

Your husband, sweet and innocent, was now drunk off his ass and singing with his best friend on the karaoke stand. They had just finished California Girls and, if California Girls wasn't bad enough, now they were doing The Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang.

Kyojuro could barley sing without fumbling over his words. Tengen was taking the league for this song, and you weren't sure how to feel about it.

" Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex is a Texas drought... " Kyojuro slurred, his twitchy eyes scanning the screen as he sang. If Kyojuro was a live performer and on stage singing, Tengen would have been his backup dancer.

What the hell was he doing.

He had taken Sumas scarf from her neck and was rubbing it over his body like a towel, darting his tongue out of his lips and flicking his tongue up and down suggestively. As long as it was targeted at his wife's and not you, you were fine.

" So put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts! " Tengen interrupted Kyojuros rather... bad singing and strutted off the stage and wiggled his but in front of his wifes.

" Oh my god. " You exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands, preventing yourself from looking. You were having an awful night. You were in misery.

Tengen ran back up to the stage, and draped his arm over Kyojuros shoulder as they sang in " harmony. "

" You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals. " They sang, holding hands and dancing around eachother in a circle.

" So let's do it like they do in the discovery channel. " Tengen sang louder than Kyojuro, facing the audience and thrusting in the air violently. You looked down at your feet, incredibly embarrassed.

And if the air thrusting was bad enough, Tengen unbuttoned his shirt and threw it towards his wife's, Makio catching it. The wife's were giggling, you rubbing your temples in utter despair. But what you saw when you looked up was the worst thing you could ever feast your eyes upon.

Tengen and Kyojuro air thrusting at the same time.

Every thought you had of your husband being innocent was immediately erased from your mind. You wanted to bleach your eyes out. How was Tengen able to convince him to do that? You would rather have been not invited and let them screw off and do whatever than be there with them and have to witness their immaturity.

Hinatsuru poked you, laughing her ass off and holding a drink in her hand.

" They're crazy. " She wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye.

And while Tengen was shouting lyrics about something having to do with doggy style and swing his hips in a helicopter motion in front of his wife's, Kyojuro was stumbling back on the stage and falling on his ass. Tengen immediately stopped singing when the loud retching sound of someone vomiting was heard.

Kyojuro was so drunk that he vomited all over the stage.

And that was the final straw for you. You took him to the bathroom and supported him as he vomited into the toilet. You held his thick, long hair back so it was out of his face, handing him paper towels to clean his mouth occasionally.

" Who's driving? " He asked wobbly, cleaning his mouth and looking at you with heavily lidded eyes. You starred at him.

" Not you. " You told him firmly. He pouted.

" But... I.. ugh " He couldn't even talk without throwing up again.

When he was done, you helped him up and thanked the gods for blessing you with strength because your husband was not light.

" You're a good partner. " He mumbled, nuzzling his face in your chest as you walked out of the bar. You could smell the alcohol and vomit on him. " you smell nice. " He purred, running a hand through your hair.

" And you reek. " You groaned, taking him back to your car and strapping him in the passenger seat. He pouted at you again.

" You're mean. " He muttered under his drunk breath.

And on the way home, Kyojuro couldn't help but sing quietly to himself, " you and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel. "

[bluecottenswab]

Itto x f!y/n 🍋

Warnings ⚠️

Some language 

Kissing

Nipple play

Cumming

Aftercare 

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YOUR POV

"Kuki how have you and the gang been?"

"Difficult. Itto has bee-"

"Y/N! BABY HOW HAVE YOU BEEN!"

Strong arms wrap around my waist. Looking up I see Itto with a big smile stretched across his face. 

"Oh, Itto how are you?"

"Oh you know I've been being cool. You know fighting Sara, beating up monsters!"

Turning around to face Itto I give him a small peck on his lips. 

"Go get a room you too."

"Kuki it's just me and my babe. Anyway Kuki the boys need your help! So goooo help them!"

Chuckling at the two's interaction, I saw my good byes to Kuki. Dragging Itto, I take him to a near by alley. 

"WAIT, WAIT! Y/n, love let's go home if you want to get you know...CRAZY!"

"Itto...why are you so dirty minded? And anyway that's not why I brought you here. So I was wondering...you know what never mind, you're busy."

"No, no. Baby tell me. I want to know."

"Fineeee. Anyway... I was wondering if you wanted to have a date later tonight. I know, I know you have to meet with the gang."

"OF COURSE! You know what all meetings canceled for 3 days. Every day a date!"

"I will gladly do that."

Getting on my tippy toes I kiss him. Putting his hands on my waist I find myself more desperate. My arms make their way up to his neck to get even closer. Our tongues fight for dominance. Lips smashing against each other over and over. 

"Y/n... w-we better stop."

Itto says moans out between kisses. Pulling away,  saliva drips down each other's lips. Smoothing out the wrinkles on my top I ask where we should meet for the date. 

"Uhhh how about at my house we can then pick a place to eat."

Nodding we split ways. Arriving at my house, I look for a nice dress to wear. Putting on a nice black lingerie I notice the small marks that are on my thighs and chest. Blushing I quickly put on my dress and do my makeup. 

AT ITTO'S HOUSE

Knocking on the door, I hear foot steps approaching. 

"Y/N!!"

The door bursts open. Going inside I notice Itto's wearing his usual outfit. Looking at how I'm dressed, Itto pouts and mumbles something under his breath.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not, but I wish I dressed better. I mean look at you. You're beautiful and I'm...just Itto...a-and you might leave me for someone better. W-wa-"

Reaching up to rub his cheeks, I feel tears land on my hand. Closing the space between each other, I softly kiss each tear. Kissing  his fore head, down to his nose, then to his lips.

"Itto... you are everything I could ever want. You make me feel loved, calm, happy, everything. You are what I need in life. YOU are Arataki Itto, my husband. Here....let me make you feel special. Loved."

"WAIT!"

Taking his hands in mine I lead him to our room. Opening up the door I feel the wetness between my legs start to form. Closing the door I lock it and pull Itto into a deep kiss.  Moans come out from the both of us. Wrapping my arms around his neck, Itto pulled my ass up into his arms. 

"Y/n please fuck me""

Itto moans out. Taking me to the bed, Itto lays me on to my back. Spreading my legs open, Itto's eyes widened at the wetness on my panties. Ducking underneath my dress I feel Itto slowly takes off my panties. Moaning at the contact, my back arches. 

"I-Itto please fuck me!"

Nodding at my words Itto starts licking my clit. Moaning his name, he plunges his tongue deeper. My climax soon begins. Licking more and more everything starts the blur. The pit in my stomach snaps. Cumming on his face. He licks it all up.

"Sweetie you taste amazing. But I think it my turn to feel pleasure."

Lifting me up. Itto lays me on the bed with me on top of him. Tugging at my dress, he lifts it over my head and unclips my bra. Staring in awe at my hard nipples, he slowly starts to suck. The sensation makes me moan out. The pit in my stomach increases. I grind on his clothed member to get friction, my pussy feeling empty without anything in it. 

"Itto please~"

Finally leaving my breast, Itto tugs down at his pants. In only his underwear, I could see the precum leave a wet spot. Taking off his underwear, this member springs out. Looking at its size I wonder how it will fit in me. Even though we've had sex so many times, it still surprises me. Slowly lifting myself I get myself lined up. Slamming down, we both moan our hearts out. Tears run down my cheeks. Letting myself adjust I see the bulge in my stomach.

"Y/n... move"

At command I ride him. Going up and slamming back down. Moaning at every move. Itto's grunts and moans turn me on even more. After a couple more thrusts, me walls squeeze Itto's member, it twitching with every squeeze.

"I-Itto!"

"Me too!"

With one last thrust both of us cum. Our juices mixing. The tiredness washes over me. Laying on top of Itto with his member still in me, my pussy  milks his member empty. 

"Y/n... you did amazing."

As my eyes get heavier and heavier, Itto lays me on the sheets and goes to get a towel. Cleaning me up, Itto gets into bed and wrap his around me. Snuggling closer to his chest I listen to the sound of his heart beat. 

"Y/n... thank you for always being with me. I will protect you from everything."

With his final words both of us fall into a deep slumber.

✨BONUS✨

"Do you know where boss is?"

"Somewhere in his house. Wanna go get him for our meeting?"

"Sure!"

As some of the members of the Arataki gang head over to Itto's house, they go by one of the windows for a quick entrance. Once they get by the window they hear people yelling or making noise. Poking their heads up they see the two of you making out. 

"OMG! BOSS!"

"Keep it down all of you!"

All of them jump at Kuki'a voice.

"None of you guys know what love is so leave them alone!"

The guys run away, scared of what might happen. As Kuki walks away she leaves a note on the door step saying some words of warning.

'If you two are gonna hang out, tell me. You guys are gonna get caught!"

[hellpersonnnn666]

Dating Patrick Hockstetter hc

꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦

Y'all match pfp together on everywhere I feel like it would like chucky and Tiffany

Pretty much it's well know that you are dating Patrick you would sit on his lap or kiss him publicly once there was a rumor going around that you and him made out in the girls restroom

You wear his jewelry your favorite jewelry is his bracelets and his rings

He loves getting you hickeys on your neck,legs,shoulder really anywhere really

Gave you his lighter one time

Henry bowers kinda has a crush on you but he knows that Patrick would go fucking crazy if he knew about it so he just keeps it to himself

His nicknames are patty,cockstetter,bea,

His nicknames for you sexy,doll face,beloved,pookie,

If you ever settle down with Patrick like got house together s (I can't see Patrick getting married) he would definitely be stay home type person Patrick isn't a house husband so you would be working and doing basic things to keep the house clean Patrick just smokes,watch movies,watch corn and that is it

He would sometimes ditch the bowers gang to talk to you if he sees you in the hallways he would walk right next to you maybe even kisses your face

Made you a necklace out of animals bone you found it creepy and cute? At the same time you question him on how he even found animal bones he just said "oh the bones are fake"

Just because you are dating Patrick doesn't mean he is loyal he still looks at girls one time Patrick was looking at a cheerleader ass in front of you you were piss off

Patrick has your bra and panties in his drawer for reasons one day his mom was putting his clothes in his drawers when she found your bra she knew that it wasn't hers due to the bra being a different size so when Patrick went home the bra was on table with his mom arms crossed Patrick hockstetter lets just stay he had a long talking to

Sorry I have been dead but I made it... Patrick you whore

꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦

[darryscrow]

I don't know when I've written enough to comfortably start posting the chapters of this fic,

but here's a little snippet of the first chapter under the cut because I just wanna share some of it already

“I’ll be back in the evening, later Ponyboy.”

Sodapop ruffles my hair as he says his goodbyes to me for the evening. I hate how it feels without grease in it, but I haven't had the energy to put it in. That's only if I use Two-bits's tub too, and I don't think I can handle that like Sodapop can.

Soda was grinning at me but his sad eyes were telling me the truth. He’s been working like a dog day and night for the hospital bills. I just wish I could help- if only my limp wasn’t making it so damn annoying to walk.

He walks away from me, going into Two-bit's room; Darry was sleeping there, or at least he's meant to be asleep. If he could get out of bed, I feel like he'd be like those cats scratching at the door that have been left out in the rain, begging to be let in; or in his case, let out. He’s gonna go downright crazy soon from staying in bed, but he has to. Doctor’s orders. He hasn't given himself a proper chance to heal ever since we got out of the hospital. We just about had to tie him down to the bed last night, he kept trying to clean all around Ms Matthews house; it was a bit of a funny sight sure, seeing my big brother on his tippy toes trying to clean the top of a fridge, but his scrunched up, pained face, took all the laughter out of me.

He felt guilty for staying here indefinitely, hell I do too, but I'm taking this gift without a second thought because we sure need it.

But at least Darry got assigned Two-bit’s bed. I had to sleep in Karen’s obnoxiously pink room; being a fourteen year old greaser in a preteen girl’s frilly pink bed was embarrassing, to say the least. I have a feeling there was a slight advantage to our rooms though- aside from the bed sizes, Karen's room didn’t stink like Two-bit’s room, it's no wonder Darry can't fall asleep.

Even if all I did today was walk to the kitchen, make a bologna sandwich and plant my ass on the couch; I sure felt tired.

I settled my head deeper into the dirty couch pillow, it don't smell too good and it was lumpy but it was better than the hospital bed so I hugged it gratefully. My vision goes as I close my eyes, starting to think about why all this had all happened in the first place..

…

I wonder what it’s like in a burning ember..

I stared at my cigarette’s burning, almost glowing end instead of reading the book I had propped wide open in my lap, the words sitting patiently right in front of me. It was some dusty old book I’ve read multiple times- if the bent corners weren't already enough to tell, the scribbles of my thoughts would be. None of that has never stopped me from reading a book before though. If you knew my family, or what side of the town we’re on, you’d know that we don’t have a good flow of money; I just have to make do with what I have.

Unless Darry was in a good mood and let me go out on a trip to the library; I’d pretend the books I’ve had sitting around for years weren't mine, dust never collected on the books in the first place from how often I handle them. Instead, I’d pretend they’re brand new books I’ve bought recently, ignoring the highlights and anecdotes in between the lines I've made myself.

I was smoking peacefully in my room, which wasn’t exactly allowed but the whole gang was away for the day, at least for now. Darry would always send us out when a cigarette was lit, he got that from mom; she’d never let anyone smoke in her lovely home, not even her own husband, said it gave her headaches.

Both of my brothers were working and the rest of the guys were probably out in the town causing trouble like the hoods they are, which was the usual. I can’t lie, I really did hate them a little bit for hanging out without me, but at the same time I know I shouldn’t, seeing how it wasn’t their fault that I got grounded. Well, at least not this time.

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Cellbit, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

Cellbit, it's not much but there's proof

You crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue

Redemption lies plainly in truth

Just humor us, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

——

Cellbit, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no me without you

Soldier on, Cellbit, Cellbit, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

Loathe the way they light candles in Rome

But love the sweet air of the votives

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the pain as a motive

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

——

Forever, Forever, Forever, jump now

You are absent of cause or excuse

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No audience could ever want you

You crave the applause yet hate the attention

Then miss it, your act is a ruse

It is empty, Forever, so end it all now

It's a pointless resistance for you

——

Forever, Forever, just put down the bottle

Don't listen to what you've consumed

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing

It's all just conjecture and gloom

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

Do not waste yourself on this roof

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul

Chiming away for a moment

Feel your breath course frankly below

And see life as a worthy opponent

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to love

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

——

(Song: Achilles come down by gang of youths)

(In which Cellbit is comforted by his husband and others as he starts tear at the seams because of his double life

~

Tubbo meanwhile uses his past experiences to save Forever from himself)

[featherwurm]

After fighting a tree, our gang returns the first lifestone to the Wizard of Wines, much to the joy and celebration (and shock) of the family. No more fuckin' crazy druids and their stupid stupid blights.

Milan shows off the stone, the younger family members almost afraid to touch it, but excited to have it returned.

Osry explains our plan of "Bury it deep, then put a DECOY rock above it, then put a heavy-ass pile of rocks on top of it using some of the absurd strength of the party." The family is keeping an eye on it though.

Garland, with a moment in private, at last asks Milan to channel the husband he had who passed while they were in the mists. The spirit implies some... interesting, though unclear, things.

As seasons change to winter, the party prepares to overwinter in various reasonable places until they can meet again in the spring. Vol has a hard time saying goodbye.

[acreaturecalledgreed]

Something something Silco in the world of One Piece, what devilfruit powers would he have? Sorry if the terminology is wrong idk anything about OP lol

ive unsurprisingly put a lot of thought into this bc i will cross the beams at any chance i get i totally have not been making a one piece crossover au version of silco and gang do Not look at me

(for quick context; df=cool ability But also means the ocean Literally Hates You, you cannot swim in ocean water, you Will sink like a bag of rocks, and even sea water touching you can drain the absolute fuck out of your energy and make you feel like shit. luffy spends an alarming amount of time in canon in sea water but thats bc hes a dipshit and just trusts his friends to fish him out)

anyway silco wouldnt have a df power i think hed be personally repulsed at the idea of making himself actively More In Danger in regards to water than your standard "will drown" weakness

which is a hell of a quirk for him to have since i decided hes half fishman (some kinda shark maybe ill say nurse shark this time bc theyre cute and they make me happy, or frill shark bc they are also cute and make me happy) and he actually Does have gills that Would allow him to breath underwater were they not 100% completely fucked via toxic smog in the mines he worked in as a kid

piltover/zaun works bizarrely well in the op verse with just a bit of tweaking and shoving things around and a fun little pile of world building

anyway hes taken up piracy in a bid to amass enough power/money to seize zaun from piltover and like in canon hes doing this with good intentions and bad, bad methods

jinx is there and Wants to find a df, Any df, to eat bc shes fixated on the idea that df=rly cool and more importantly to her df= potentially more "useful" despite that fact that shes already a horrifically powerful marksman, explosives and big guns specialist

sil desperately do Not want her to eat one bc shes already prone to flinging her crazy ass off the ship and she really does not need the trait of "sinks like a literal rock"

singed is ship medic and thats just as horrible as it sounds; hes still developed shimmer and its distributed liberally among the crew which makes them a Lot more dangerous than they'd usually be; silco also views most the crew as pretty disposable

sevika is first mate because Of Course She Fucking Is No One Else Is That Competent; her and sils dynamic is much the same as in canon with him trusting her entirely while still being kind of a dick and her being fully willing to murk his ass if she ever gets fed up with him. they love eachother theyre platonically married lesbian wife and gay ass husband.

theres also a giant axolotl that hangs out around the waters of the ship theyre pretty sure singed is feeding it but its not rly aggressive so its whatever