#credit to MEEE i made this :3

[paludal-paws]

tenma tsukasa nails hair hips heels edit. enough said

[celestialspritz]

🎨mini clutter set🎨

before i post the ds set i wanna put this stuff here cuz i havent uploaded for a bit. sorry if my categorisations are silly, i just can't stand how big my clutter category is getting and i want the categories to make sense

1 - rrtt sake bottles 4t2 - applicances/misc category - 600 polys, but i also made a file with two bottles where one is tipped over, that repo mesh is 1300 polys - 512px texture - 8 swatches - DOWNLOAD

2 - windows 7 boxes - meshed by meee - electronics/misc category - single box is 74 polys, the grouped stack for retail is 666 polys - 512px texture - 4 swatches - DOWNLOAD

3 - hollowbride simkindle deco only 4t2 - bookcase category - 216 polys - 6 swatches - DOWNLOAD

4 - swagsimsfairy vintage paintings - recolours of veranka's stacked painting mesh 4t2 - i have recategorised veranka's meshes so they show up in the easel category - 84 polys - 1024x512px texture - 5 swatches - DOWNLOAD

by the way, if you'd like to grab some extra sets i've not yet had the energy to share, click here for the folder of two sets (a laundromat and the ds set). pictures are included in the folder of the sets, clearly named corresponding to the rar file name.

credits - rrtt, hollowbride , swagsimsfairy, veranka

[pureh9neyy]

𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘈𝘐𝘚𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌.

hii! welcome to my blogg! my names honey/sade! i am 16 years old, and black. im here to learn things about manifesting/shifting! heres some more stuff about meee!!

i’ve been manifesting for 3 years but, im just now getting into shifting! my blog is for everyone of any age! my dms are open if you want to chat with me! 🤍

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i already made an introduction but i wanted to redo it lol. BYEEE MWA. 🤍 credit to @moonsdrs for the gif borders forgot to add!!

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

- classified

sas: rogue heroes ocs be upon ye. little introductory piece for my beloved Harry twins because they are everything to meee <3

tagging: @hellofanidea @saturnwisteria @moghraidhs @6thofapril1917

Afternoon sunlight glinted against the rim of Carmen's glass, the repetitive clink clink clink of metal against metal cutting through the low chatter that surrounded her as the needle in her hand knocked against her ring with each stitch. Her sunglasses had been pushed up, holding back her curls as she finished off the first wing of the insignia in her lap, offering herself a small, satisfied nod.

"Gettin' good at that," Her brother's voice caught her off guard, gaze snapping up to meet him as he pulled out a chair and took a seat opposite.

"Jesus," Carmen muttered, planting her feet on the floor and sitting up straight. "Yeah, well, Nan made me darn your socks enough times. Got you a beer," She nodded, gesturing to the full pint glass on the table.

"Oh, thanks," Jonah nodded, raising the glass to his lips and taking a long sip. Letting out a hum, he wiped the foam from his lips. "Yunno I've been stood down and sittin' around this city for two bloody weeks, you could've at least come by the barracks. The other blokes are all writing letters to their sisters and I'm getting ignored by mine in the same city, it's embarrassing."

"Well, that's 'cause I have a job. A more important job than yours, some might say."

"'Some' being you."

Carmen shrugged, letting out that low, irritated hum she always did when she couldn't think of something to retaliate with. Re-threading her needle, she raised the thread to her mouth, tugging it against the point of her canine until it snapped.

"What are you actually doing?" He asked, leaning forward on the edge of his seat to get a better look at the half-finished patch in her lap.

"Oh, it's just somethin' we're working on."

"It looks like insignia," Jonah pointed out with a nod.

She snorted slightly. "Well, you won't be seeing it around any time soon."

"One of your schemes, eh?"

"I'll give Clarke most of the credit. But yeah."

"And you can't tell me about it, of course."

"Well, it's c-"

"-Classified," He chuckled, finishing her sentence before the word could leave her lips. "God, don't you miss when we used to tell each other everything?"

Carmen's lip curled with a smile, putting down her sewing as she met his eye. "I miss all of it."

Jonah's jaw hung slack in an open-mouthed grin. "Has being a professional liar somehow made you more honest?"

"Shut up!" She squeaked, reaching across the table to smack him on the shoulder. "I never lie to you, I just... omit."

"Which is so normal of you, of course, great job."

"Hey, I tell you more than I tell Nan."

"You don't tell Nan anything."

"Exactly," Carmen smirked, eliciting a snort from her brother. The pair glanced up as one of the waiters approached, hands folded neatly across his front as he waited for their order. Jonah opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Carmen rattled off something indecipherable in Arabic, pointing to the items she wanted on the menu. If he'd be paying attention to the waiter's expression, he might have pieced together that her Arabic wasn't quite as good as it seemed, but from where he sat - to his untrained ear - it all seemed rather impressive.

With an apologetic smile, she handed over the menus, and the waiter departed with a polite nod. A flush of colour tinted her cheeks as she looked back at her brother, whose eyes had narrowed.

"Gettin' good at that too, Christ."

"Oh, God," Carmen cringed, running a hand across her face. "It's nowhere near as good as my German. I keep fucking up the grammar."

"Oh, woe is you." Jonah teased, voice laced with mock irritability as he rolled his eyes.

Even in the shelter of the cafe patio, the Cairo heat seemed relentless, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as a damp patch soaked through the back of his shirt. "Jesus, I'll never get used to the sun out here," He muttered, taking another long sip of his beer. Carmen reached for the wine list, cool air hitting his face as she fanned it back and forth. "Thanks," Jonah grinned, letting out a breathy laugh.

"You're such a bloody tourist," She spoke with a low chuckle. "Surprised you can even hold a gun with hands that sweaty."

"Fuck off," He groaned, head tilted back to face the plaster ceiling above. After a moment of silence, he sat upright, brow furrowed.

"Wait, you speak German?"

Carmen laughed.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The door to the office creaked as Carmen slipped inside, letting out a sigh as she removed her sunglasses, tousling her hair back into shape with the other hand. The place was quiet, save for the constant whirring of the desk fans, and it was difficult to move around without knocking into another precariously balanced pile of files and books and other various miscellanea.

"There's prostitutes outside again," She pointed out, hanging her bag up on the coat stand.

Dudley Clarke sat at his desk, feet crossed over and propped up against the table as he lounged back in his seat, arms folded tightly across his chest. He had appeared asleep when she'd first arrived, but Carmen knew better. Slowly peeling one eye open, he watched her sideways.

"You know, you're not high-ranking enough to disappear on me," He pointed out languidly, disregarding her remark. "You're meant to be here when I need you."

"Uh-huh," She shrugged without concern, coming to perch on the edge of his desk. "My brother's in town, I'm gonna go see him occasionally."

"You're on the clock."

"We're literally always on the clock," Carmen frowned. A beat passed, and she realised Clarke had nothing with which to counter that. "Anyway, I wasn't not working. Here ya go," She tossed the finished jump wings into his lap, and Clarke sat upright, examining the patch closely.

"Hm. Not too shabby."

"Figured it didn't need to be perfect. Just needed to look good in the photos."

"This'll do nicely," He nodded, rummaging among the piles of paper that littered his desk for the right file.

"I'll sew it on, then I can go take the photos in the morning," Carmen explained, only half expecting him to have listened as she watched him produce the papers.

Clarke hummed in acknowledgement. "Good. Excellent."

"... And-?" She prompted, arching a brow. He looked up from his desk, letting out a sigh as he registered her expression.

"Yes, thank you, Carmen," He nodded. Giving him a pat on the shoulder, she pushed herself up from the edge of the desk, heading back towards her own. Outside, a chorus of giggles sounded, a group of women gossiping like a gaggle of geese, their voices seeping through the wooden door. Clarke paused whatever he'd been writing, putting his pen down with a frustrated huff. "Are those prostitutes back again? Will you go out and send them off?"

"Hm," Carmen mused, lowering herself into her desk chair and picking up the nearest file, thumbing through the pages. "Nah. Busy. I'm on the clock, remember? The SAS isn't going to make itself."

"... You're a terrible employee."

"No, I'm not."

She could feel his stare boring into her skull.

"... Hm."

[xotrashratxo]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die Quotebook

Comment any I missed LMAO

⚠️NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT⚠️

“I am only ONE MAN’s girl, and that man is JESUS CHRIST.” Grace Chastity

“SHUT UUUUUUPPPP.” Max Jagerman *Audience cackles* 

“THE ANSWER IS STILL NO….. by the way.” Max Jagerman

“RAAH” Max Jagerman and Grace Chastity

“the fucking BOW TIE KID???” Brenda the Cheerleader

“I know he’s RICH. But money isn’t everything! Looks are. “ Stacy the Cheerleader

“WAIFU MATERIAL” Richie Lipchitz

“SHE’S TOUCHING MEEE!! LUCKYYYY!” Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipchitz

“Woooow…. These toilets aren’t even in stalls! It’s better than I ever imagined!” Ruth Fleming

“Thats some cooool kid privilege right there.” Ruth Fleming OR Richie Lipchitz

“DESTROY HIM.” Grace Chastity

“God you suck, Grace.” Stephanie Lauter

“He’s made ALL OUR LIVES a living HECK.” Grace Chastity

“The most terrifying, HOTTEST bully in Hatchetfield” Grace Chastity

“BE COOL BEANS, KEEP THE BEANS COOL.” Grace Chastity

“We’ll fight sin with sin! Let the games begin!” ‘Nerdy Prudes’

“AM I READING AS GHOST OR LIN MANUEL MIRANDA” Peter Spankofvski

“YOU’RE FUCKING USLESS PETE.” (SO MANY PAUL REFERENCES.) Richie Lipchitz

“Ugh I gotta piss….” Max Jagerman

“Oh SHIT, where’s that creepy music coming from?” Max Jagerman

“Oh shit oh fuck it’s a fucking ghost!!!” Max Jagerman

“He thinks it’s real he’s just really fucking BRAVE.” Richie Lipchitz

“BOO HOO BITCH.” Max Jagerman

“I MAKE THE DEAD RUN IN FEAR! I AM GOD GOOOOO NIGHTHAWKS!” Max Jagerman

“Oh shit oh fuck I didn’t think there’d be a skele’in HERE!” Max Jagerman

“WOW… I uh… I thought you guys hated me. But uh, thanks! This was really great! No no no, this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me!” Max Jagerman

“That was really special.” *bows* Max Jagerman

“And with MY luck, no one will even BOTHER making me their BITCH.” Ruth Fleming

“It was an act of god!” Grace Chastity

“Oh no she’s snapping again!” Richie Lipchitz

“Oh my asthmas back…” Richie Lipchitz

“I just cut off his nips.” Ruth Fleming FORESHADOWING??? 

“Steph, you can keep it. It would bring down my GPA.” Peter Spankofvski

“I’m tryna feel bad but it’s hard when everything is objectively better.” Peter Spankofvski

“Never thought I could open my locker without the fear running through me.” Richie Lipchitz

“N-IG-HT-AWE AWE- ks!” Everyone

“FUCK clivesdale.” Everyone, repeatedly. 

“FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE WE’LL KILL YOU!” Cheerleaders and Jocks

“Zeke! The fighting nighthawk!” Jason the Football player

“We support and love you, but you fuckin’ stink man!” Jason the Football player

“FUCK CLIVESDALE! FUCK EM STRAIGHT TO HELL!” Richie Lipchitz

“I love being alive!” Richie Lipchitz

“YA BITCH.” Max Jagerman

“Of course not! But you’ve lost everything.” Max Jagerman HIT SO HARD 

“Mama I’m cured!” Grace Chastity

“HWAELL they didn’t say!” Mark Chastity

“Alright ima need the 3 of you to shut the FUDGE up about Max Jagerman.” Grace Chastity

“SHUT. THE FUCK UP. RUTHY.” Stephanie Lauter

“People tell me to die everyday!” Ruth Fleming

“Don’t be ridiculous! Wait-“ Grace Chastity

“DAN!” Angry Adult Mob

“Suddenly the show is real upsetting!” Angry Adult Mob

“Fuckin’ transcendent…..!” Cop Corey

“I wanna remember who I YAAAMmmm…” Trevor, who’s only other credit is Barbecue Monologues Man 2 

“I turned 40 today.” *pours alcohol* Ruth Fleming in Barbecue Monologues

“Oh shit not Clivesdale!” Officer Shapiro

*heavy breathing* “…… thank you.” Peter Spankofvski

“MY DAD sells WOMEN’S SHOES.” Peter Spankofvski

“Dork at the beany’s counter has more balls than you.” Stephanie Lauter

“LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS” Grace Chastity

“She’s bisexual and dead, where else could she be?” Grace Chastity, also GRACE DONT CALL ME OUT

“I’ve done horrible things! Like touching myself and lying to the police! I called god a son of a b word! Who am iiiiii…..” Grace Chastity

“Don’t comfort her, she’s fucking weird.” Stephanie Lauter

“KYUK KYUK KAH FUCK.” Max Jagerman

“I beg to differ, BITCH.” Max Jagerman

“I’ve got a gun.” Stephanie Lauter

“Are you a woman of god?” “Catholic.” “I’ll take that as a no.” Grace Chastity and Officer Shapiro (as a Catholic this is hilarious.) 

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” Peter Spankofvski (Me too Peter, me too.)

“My phone!” Stephanie Lauter

“WE DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR PHONE.” The Lords in Black

“Or fuck off!” The Lords in Black

“It’s you Steph. I’m into you.” Peter Spankofvski (IM CRYINGGGG)

“I just took a bullet for you bro!” Max Jagerman

“SO YOU DO KNOW THE BIBLE?” Grace Chastity

“But Jesus never threw a football like you Max.” Grace Chastity

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH HOLE SPANKOVSKI. I wanna hear this.” Max Jagerman

“FUCK. YEAH.” Max Jagerman

“GASP. That’s NASTY. I like it.” Max Jagerman

“WHAT. THE FUCK. IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.” Stephanie Lauter (That’s so me, Steph.)

“GRACE IS HAVING SEX WITH A FUCKING GHOST!” Peter Spankofvski

“I paid the price. Now fuck off!” *Spins* Grace Chastity

“WHAT ARE YOUUU-“ Max Jagerman

“You’re in my world now. Bitch.” One of the Lords in Black (Pokey I think???) 

“I…. Am gonna get some fucking coffee.” Officer Shapiro

“Did you guys know JASON goes to my CHURCH?” Grace Chastity

Total quotes: 85

[rei-does-stuff]

watched anymore episodes of the dub?

Yup! 4 eps! So this’ll be long!

SaH dub

Ep 7

-Bad voice acting strikes again!! They just can’t get it right

-They made Goseum a girl, #feminism???

-Please…Please stop using the same track over and over again I KNOW YOU HAVE DIFFERENT MUSIC PLEASE USE IT

-Drowing your enemies! You know, for kids!!!

-AGAIN WHY ARENT THEY CENSORING GEUM STABBING A GUY???

-They made Geum straight </3 this is so sad

-They talk about freedom so much…You are not the wolves Geum, you are no freedom loving American!!

-Also…Giving Geum a backstory of “oh I enrolled in the military with her blah blah blah” feels weird, ig just cuz im used to his regular backstory

-Everytime I hear Mul’s voice in this I wanna kill myself it’s so fucking irritating like HOW DO YOU MAKE IT THAT BAD??

-“You kidnapped me for no good reason!” Like theres a GOOD reason to kidnap someone???

-Geum is a TERRIBLE liar in this, how the hell is he staying undercover??

-Goseum being a badass girlboss is pretty cool tho ngl

-Even here Jogjebi is like “Geum is my bestie he would never hurt meee”

-Goseum is only good voice actor in this whole show

-“I wanna shoot something!” Lmao

-“What is he talking abt” EVEN THEYRE CONFUSED

-THEY TOOK THE HOMOEROTICISM OUT OF THE GOSEUM-GEUM BOUQUET SCENE I HATE THIS

-AGAIN WITH THEY JUST CUT TO THE CREDITS??

-Also I’m rewatching some of these in 2x speed and it’s…Very Very funny but it also makes me see how slow paced the dub makes everything feel, in the original the slow pace works but the dub just fucks it up in a way that I can’t really describe

Ep 8

-“My boy!” They are so father-soncore

-Again the untranslated Korean, 4kids was able to at least remove Japanese text why can’t you?

-This is NOT a battle of wills everyone here is dumb as rocks

-Geum im so sorry they dont know your character like I do </3

-I do like aekkus voice in this ngl…

-Mul is ALWAYS having a bad day NO MATTER WHAT!!

-“I promise well stop acting stupid”

They are all so brothercore in this too I do like it ngl

-“Well if you say so” THAT QUICKLY??

-The way they cut to the next scene is insane…

-The quality shifts is insane

-END AT AN APPROPRIATE TIME FOR ONCE

Ep 9

-Oh god the Goseumdochi death ep…

-Rodia’s voice is different AND bad wtf…Why did they ruin the only good voice actor

-Beautiful sound effects…Don’t you just love the horrible mixing of everything?

-“Oh no, its broken” you sound SO devastated Rodia

-Dan green once again explains what’s happening on screen

-They removed a lot of context for this too

-NO SONG EITHER :(

-“Without weaponry” EXCUSE ME??? HAVE YOU MET GOSEUMDOCHI??

-“Fight for freedom” things Geum would never say

-Again with the quality shifts…

-“You talking to me little rat??” iconic

-Terror? He’s barely done shit!!

Ep 10

-JOEY WHEELER?? FROM YUGIOH???

-JUL! Time for the “were brothers!” Censorship!

-His voice….I dont like it….

-NOT THIS MUSIC—

-Not the running sounds 😭

-Bad video quality strikes again

-Again no translation of korean text

-Not the yellow filter coming back with a vengeance 😭

-Now daramis a girl??? Transgenderism…omg

Overall they suck, had some funny moments tho so ykyk, rlly recommend watching it on 2x speed makes it WAY more tolerable

[radskull-69]

TERRY ANN, HUMANITY CO (AI) SONG!

Everything was made by ai minus the lyrics, I take no credit!

LYRICS!

[Verse] Overworked and terrified, you’re overreacting!

what’s got you so worried?

Well, the boss is up to something and the ai is acting up!

Fuck this, I’ve had enough, now go clock out.

Your shift is done, not gonna acknowledge all this burn out

You wanna leave! You’re going to cry! Just go through the doors and you’re gonna be fine!

Uh oh..

How am I back at my desk…?

[Verse 2] Headphones on, dials and wires! Mind trapped in files, my anxiety fires!

I can’t escape this office job! Stuck looking at computer screens, coffee spills and lost files

It’s a miracle you can’t hear my screams!

Input commands, don’t talk back I can’t remember when I last seen the sun! My head is overwhelmed with static!

Wheres all the Humanity!?

Screens flash danger, can’t cut back and run. I pray someone finds a way out

[Chorus] Cycle spinning, clock never stops Cogs in the madness, anxiety drops Trapped in the circuit, nowhere to go Digital prison, heart's too slow

[Verse 3] Breakroom break-ins, secrets they keep Humans, machines, i’m in too deep Can’t trust the gossip, the walls got ears Paranoid heartbeat, I’ve got programmed fears

[Bridge] Can’t leave, can’t die, circuits closed tight.. someone tell pal to stop glaring at me!

Endless data streams, coding through the night. I can’t hear myself think over these computer keys!

Digitized nightmare, heart full of static Panic mode on, life mode on automatic!

I can’t trust myself, I need a way out, I just hope they finally let go of meee!

God knows they won’t let me quit…

[Chorus] Cycle spinning, clock never stops Cogs in the madness, anxiety drops Trapped in the circuit, nowhere to go Digital prison, heart's too slow

Headphones on, dials and wires! Mind trapped in files, my anxiety fires!

I can’t escape this office job! Stuck looking at computer screens, coffee spills and lost files

It’s a miracle you can’t hear my screams!

Input commands, don’t talk back I can’t remember when I last seen the sun! My head is overwhelmed with static!

Wheres all the Humanity!?

[chorus] Where’s all your humanity!?

These AI’s be acting too familiar to me.

Holding my briefcase tight, don’t wanna be here but I’m in too deep! Gonna cry if I don’t do this right!

Where’s all the humanity!?

[verse 4] I’m ripping out my hair trying to finish this work, gonna have an attack before I even make it to the desk

Got jitters and my fears taking over every room, coding to keep them happy. Just smile and try not to think hard about how they trapped me

I don’t wanna be here I just wanna go home! Back to mom, my farm and all my Froyos

I don’t belong here in this suit and tie, mom please answer my calls I’m gonna fucking cry

Headphones on, dials and wires! Mind trapped in files, my anxiety fires

I can’t escape this office job Stuck looking at computer screens, coffee spills and lost files

Why can’t you hear my screams?

[bwafficial]

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[zumpietoo]

Errmm....while this does quickly descend into batshit (cuz, again, Barfie isn’t endgame, etc....), and I’d say poor Jug was to Slizzy a placeholder, but “second choice” isn’t applicable.....and doesn’t really matter....

However, yes, she DID throw him away.....there’s no question there....cuz, the hilarious part in this? Slizzy’s shitty trash and always was.....so no cloo why she’s the prize each of them is so obsessed with....

Errmm....they were together for the entirety of season 6, culminating in an engagement, they were also essentially “together” on some level, for much of season 5----and, if you’re real about it? They started a deep emotional affair at the beginning of season TWO....

I hate Barfie, but it’s always been a thing...

Umm....dude? It IS what happened. Your “argument” is baffling, scarystarey, so now shit didn’t happen cuz peeps had a sad? Okaaayyyyy.....

And for you two? Umm....you should also go look at what YOU post...

Umm....dudes? Barfie’s canon, in every iteration, currently: depending on what’s returned to, we have:

A) Fuccbuddies about to try something moar serious

B) Engaged

C) Dullard HS sweethearts, with a side of pervy predatory in the mix.....

The show would have to go back, honestly, to moar like early season 4 (at the latest) to make jizzy work, etc, again....because most of season 4 turned into Slizzy seeking excuses to be a cheater....and then lying and then not bothering herself. Literally, it was the season where she shifted from emotionally cheating entitled hypocrite to just “fullbore selfish asshole”.

And I’M just convinced Snorty’s sending these to herself for attention...

TBF....MM has on a wedding ring, so I suspect it’s Pinkle wedding (or Gossip Clay?)---also, even if it IS “prom”, doubt it’ll be remotely epic, etc....cuzzz lammmmeeeee....but I think Slizzy enjoyed prom previously...and, again, so the Barfie is merely confirming that Slizzy was supremely unappreciative/not good enough for Jughead, so fine by meee....

Ummm.....that’s not what “star-crossed” means, either, Snorty....shouldn’t your fanfic writing/college edumacated ass know that?

Uhhh....sheepbrain? You’re the one who hates a stranger for dumping your fave, thus costing you a teevee ship (oh and smoking, OFC, the ultimate evvollll), his current GF of 2 1/12 years for “being in the way” and anybody (i.e. yours truly) for daring to not hate him.....I think the “whacky” (no “h”) and “crazy” would be youuuu....

Can you imagine A) doing the above, like sheepbrain or B) sending these to yourself, Snorty? Cuzz.....

Jizzy won’t be erased, but “topped”? Errmmmm I hate Barfie, too, but it is a thing. Also, again, who knew it was a competition?

Oh yes, Snorty....and don’t forget, write bad fanfic.....dude, you live in the past. And while they’ll also be, they’ll only be there in the past, with you. And, again pretend....

Errmmm....Barfie IS canon, so not getting that.

Ummm.....seasons 5 and 6 very heavily pandered towards them. I think the ones “watching with that attitude” (lolz, WTF????) and hating half the show so passionately are yourselves....again, we didn’t “get 4 seasons.....we had one short, amazing one, then they were split for most of 2 (with Slizzy as an elitist, lying cuntwipe), together, but seldom interacting in season 3, largely separating, with lying, cheating Slizzy in season 4. And almost always using Jug as a placeholder, taking him granted, claiming credit for his accomplishments...

It’s not the serve YOU think it is....

And what “dropped storylines” afterwards? The ones you made up in fanfic/pretended Slizzy was Tabs?

Umm....no, Snorty, they legit HAD this last season. YOU’RE pressed because you know jizzy isn’t happening ever again....and you trusted RAS, too, so, again, glass houses?

Uhh....also, again, #hey#3????

Uhhh.....scarystarey, see above. Same applies to jizzy. AND Barfie WERE together all of season 6, so noooo....and I’d say you’re responding with VASTLY moar than a “blank stare and a shrug”....Again, dude, season 4 was NOT a jizzy season....nor, until well past the mid-point, was season TWO....and thanks to PP’s cheating/endlessly splitting up, they barely had screen time in season 3.

uhhhh.....Snorty??? Go do that rewatching....and then tell me what you see!

Nah, just BAV endgame.....also, you guys are the ones predicting they go “back in time thru the mines in season 5″----all so it’s before Jug kissed a black lady..and now think that happens in the finale. With jizzy fully reconciling, too.

I mean, she was instantly preggers (and knew it) by basically raping Douchie in the Vale, so, you know.....plus, again, no moar bizarro than YOUR theories....

Scarystarey, it’s Snorty, herself.....

Wait....weren’t y’all the ones insisting they “block film” now? Plus it’s 13 days and counting.....and one would tend to imagine the finale will take a bit longer to film, so, yeah....they’re quite likely on ep 20, now....

[emperornero]

alright. you win . are you satisfied

[this isnt super serious and i dont fully "kin" anything its more like finding something relatable in characters/things etc.]

more under the cut

1. gregor samsa. yes the beetle kafka guy. because im a beautiful giant bug and if i was in this guy's situation i would be extatic and live my life as a weird beetle. im built different 👍fortunatelly i havent started a family yet and I dont have a job so that wouldnt be a problem lol . image credit: some cover art for this book i had saved since 2021 idk

2. wayne hylics ! when the moon hits your eyes that. bombo-genesis . you died sorry. i always liked wayne and how carefree and laid back he is despite being on a mission of saving the world or whatever. who wouldnt want to be this guy. also little waynes are larvas which makes my bug side ever happier. image credit: hylids

3. andre delambre / the fly from. the fly 1958. IM A BUG CAN YOU TELL ALREADY . i watched the fly remake when i was a little kid and it did something to my brain. but i prefer this version because no gore no body horror yayy also i love this movie so much ..

4. the batter from OFF by mortis ghost. knew about this guy for a long time but i actually only played OFF last year but hoooly shit . not putting spoilers if you dont know the game but. its a good game play the game. image credit: mortis ghost

5.ITS ME hi its nero . more specifically not any specific "version" of nero but more like. The concept of nero. this makes no sense but just trust me its not like i believe im a historical figure im like some version of him im me its emperornero.tumblr.com. image credit: l0lbi3z [made for meee ]

6. the[odore] noise from pizza tower . WOAG. silly guy gets silly also ilook like him irl when hes in a normal outfit. scarey. image credit: horologiiiumart

7. blaziken from pokemon. not any specific blaziken just overall the species. image credit: official tcg art

8. axolotl[s] from real life. beautiful animals i wish i was them

9. airbus a380 from real life. yes the airplane . you will never understand and its ok. love you. image credit: planeyboys

[hanniiesuckle17]

Masterlist

A/n: we love committing to something right before the busy season of my job and starting labs for my major.

Tag List: @mini-meanhoe​ @leggomylino​ @hanstagram​ @desertofdessert​ @hoes4hoseok​ @jeonqqin​ @mrsunshine999​ @jisungsjheekies​ @hannie-squirrel00​ @cotccotc​ @yangs-jeongin​ @binniebutter​ @orangegyu​ @little-precious-baby​ @raethethey​ @sofie296​ @love-letters-2-jisungie​ @bluejayboys​​

SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader    

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

Updates: Completed

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)

Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.

✭  

Profiles Part One (Ateez)

Profiles Part Two (JINXX)

1. Pointy Elbows

2. Spit Fire

3. The Water Bottle

4. This Behemoth

5. The Uncle From Guam

6. Sunbae (🖋)

7. Bro

8. Stupid Goof Fuck

9. Finally Now It’s My Time

10. Playing Hooky (🖋)

11. I Made This Awkward   (🖋)

12. 82.4%?

13. Big Ass SAT Word

14. Battle of Lockscreens

15. Genius Idea

16. Boss Bitch

17. Best Friend’s Brother

18. Taeyong

19. Come Eat Meee

20. SEONGHWA HYUNG

21: Addicted

22. @ bby_yn Stan Account

23. Seatmates

24. Hongjoong the Wise Old Tree

25. Screw Reincarnation (🖋)

26. Glitter, Orgasms, and Self Esteem

27. Don’t Look At Other Oppas

28. Green Eyed Monster

29. Alexa, Play Now or Never

30. Subtweeting

31. Not A Total Lie

32. You’ve Got to Be Fucking Kidding Me

33. Fuck You, Hobbit

34. Matz Wine Time

35. Horny Song (title tbd)

36: Progress Not Perfection

37. Shadow in the Night

38. The Tour Fairy

39. You Do Drugs????

40. Queer Baiting

41. 15 Hours

42. Something With Tequila

43. Girly Pop

44. What’s The Point Of Knocking (🖋)

45. Playground Dating

46. 4 Days, 3 Hours, and 27 Minutes

47. Feet Pics

48. Melon Head

49. Himbo Agenda

50. Fan War

51. Cyber Bullied

52. This Bitch

53. Sugar Baby

54. Concerned in Swidish

55. 6 Million Punching Bags

56. Exposed (🖋)

57. Grapes

58. The Truth

59. Suteki

60. Big Biggie

61. Not Your Fandom

62. Missed Calls

63. I’m Outside🖤

64. How Does This Make You Feel?

65: Yeosang’s Credit Card

66. Ice Cream

67. Mister Monster

68. The Universe is a Masochist

69. Unbiased But Not Really (🖋)

70. Boca Boca

71. Choo Choo

72. Meme War

73. Dipshit

74. Xanax

75. Special Kind of Joy

76. 💛

77. My Knees (Finale)

[tundraghost]

【 INFO / ABOUT 】

I've been meaning to make of of these forever, just never actually did it. Anyhow, thanks for checking out my stuff! I like to draw feral animals, dragons, creatures etc, and Pokemon characters mainly. Sometimes a wild anime picture will enter the scene but it's rare nowadays

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Pokemon (esp Mystery Dungeon)

Monster Hunter

Resident Evil

Flight Rising

Mythical creatures

Animals

Birds

Monster girls/boys

Fantasy Life

Animal Crossing

Hades

Cult of the Lamb

The Witch and the Hundred Knight

Pressure (the Roblox game)

[kurisupersonalblog]

Why Sakura Nagashi is from Shinji’s POV  (Feelings for Kaworu and Grief)

Sakura Nagashi is the song that plays in the Rebuild 3.33 credits, the song starts to play in the end, when Asuka forces Shinji to walk, and with them is Rei

and also, there's a cover of Sakura Nagashi by Megumi Ogata, the Japanese voice actress of Shinji 

a very curious thing is that in the cover of Megumi Ogata, playing in the background we have a piano (instrument that Kaworu plays) and a cello (instrument that Shinji plays)

The song talks about grief, pain and the desire to have someone back, in case of this song really represents the feelings of a character, the only one I can think of, is Shinji.

Stopping to analyze the whole context of Rebuild 3.33, what was the character that was sad and devastated by the death of someone? that's right, Shinji

This song, in my opinion, talks about Shinji's feelings after Kaworu's death

if you want to listen the song with english lyrics, you can listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq0YZGjB5cI 

and the Megumi Ogata cover: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLHrirpuYtI 

(and pls guys, listen the version of the japanese voice actress of Shinji,is basically, Shinji crying and singing.. is so beautiful and sad)

Analyzing the lyrics

1.  “ Watching flowers just blossomed fall, “too early, this year” you said in disappointment, regret ”

Ok, if the song is about Shinji's perspective and feelings, so in this part of "Too early this year" is Kaworu speaking... then Kaworu may be referring not only to the falling flowers, but to the time they spent together, which unfortunately went very fast

 2. “If you could see me now, i wonder what you would think, me, living without you”

This hurts and totally defines what Shinji may be feeling after Kaworu's death 

maybe he must be thinking what Kaworu would think if he saw that "me” Shinji turned after Kaworu’s death, someone (like in EOE) is sad, hopeless, feeling guilty, grieving ... and most likely, wanting to die

3. “If you could hear the newborn’s cry, sound and healthy, Ringing in the town you protected, i know you would be so pleased”

This part seemed to me Shinji talking about Kaworu's sacrifice in 3.33, at the moment when everything went wrong, Kaworu preferred to die in order to save humanity, and this part seemed to me very much Shinji talking about it, how happy Kaworu would be if he were alive and seeing these little happy things

4. “Everybody finds love, in the end”

At first I didn't really know how to analyze this part of the song, but after my Kawoshin friend, Diko, explained to me her interpretation of that part, everything made sense

When people listen to this song for the first time, they think that "everybody finds love in the end" means that consequently, everyone finds love in the end, but it doesn't really mean that, she said some things very important here:

“ First of all, this is broken up into two lines. Utada Hikaru could have just sung it all in one single sentence "Everybody finds love in the end." << THIS is how I feel the audience is reading into the lyric: "Oh cool that's uplifting. Eventually, everyone finds love in the end, right?" NO. This changes the meaning and tone of the chorus. Go back on Youtube or Spotify, and listen to her singing it:

“Everybody fiiiiinds loooooveee...”

THERE IS A PAUSE BEFORE SHE SAYS

"...in the end....in the end..."

The tone in her voice SHIFTS from being happy, to being much more solemn.

In the poetry and lyrically written world, this term is called "Enjambment." It's supposed to be *a single thought separated by two different feelings or tones, broken up into two lines for emphasis*

So when she is saying "Everybody finds love" she is comforted by the thought that the person who is singing this song has FOUND a love, but when she says "...in the end," with her sad tone, she is reminded they are no longer there with her, she found love in the end when it was *too late to even blossom,* like the sakura. ”

Is not “Everybody finds love in the end”, is “Everybody finds love..... in the end...”

This part means that Shinji found love, but it was in the end... it was late, because now, the person that he loved, died.

5. “ I can’t believe that I’ll never see you again, i haven’t told you anything yet, i haven’t told you anything yet! ”

Of the whole song, this part is for sure the one that breaks my heart the most, I can't even describe all the emotional charge that this part of the song has, I can totally imagine Shinji thinking something like that, but let's analyze the sentence a little

Kaworu died, Kaworu sacrificed himself for humanity in the ending of 3.33 and Shinji couldn't say anything, he had so much to say, he hasn't said anything yet Now he don’t have time to say anything, it’s too late, but... what's so important that he didn't even tell Kaworu??

what does this " I haven't told you anything yet " really mean?

does he refer to his feelings about Kaworu? romantic feelings?

This part reminds me that in NGE, Shinji can never say "I love you too" to Kaworu, he never had the opportunity to show or talk about his love to Kaworu because of all the events

this happens in NGE and also in 3.33, Shinji was unable to talk about his feelings for Kaworu

He can never say anything about his love for Kaworu, because Kaworu always ends up dying, both in anime and in Rebuild,  He hasn't told Kaworu anything about how he feels towards Kaworu. 

 So.. is this "I haven't told you anything yet" can be the "I love you" ?

and well, the analysis ends here.

The last part of the song is  “ No matter how frightening it is, I won't look away, if there is love at the end of everything. “

but the problem is.. i really don’t know what this part means serious guys, i don’t have any idea about what that part of the song means, I really can't really analyze what that part means, it's basically the only positive and joyful part of this song 

but for now, I can't think about what it means if you have any interpretation, pls tell meee, but thank you guys for read this <3

[sarcastically-defensive17]

ahhh 25 and 12 or 6 with calum hood please!!

I AM SO SO SO SORRH RHAT THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAD A SUPER LONG HIATUS FOR PERSONAL REASONS AND I HOPE YOURE STILL INTERESTED AND NOT MAD AT MEEE 🥺LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL LOVIEEE

Help me - C. Hood

6: “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

12: “N-no, it’s alright, come here.”

25: “Please talk to me about it.”

GIF is not mine

TW: DEPICTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE/ ABUSE BY A PARENT. MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND WOUNDS, GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF FAMILIAL VIOLENCE, SELF-LOATHING THEMES AND PHYSICAL INJURY.

If this content can potentially trigger you, please do not read. Your mental and physical health is important, so please, take care of yourself. My inbox is always open.

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

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Not much was known about Y/N. In the entire school, she was the enigma. She had her friends, she was average in her classes, but still, her personal life was kept out of the general knowledge of the student body. Even the teachers knew little about the girl.

Her parents would come to every interview, every ceremony. She would go on trips, she would join in on the fun. She even attended the two week camp they held last semester, and it was the happiest that anybody had seen her.

Calum often watched the girl. He could see how her smile would drop when nobody was looking, how she would constantly flinch whenever anybody would raise a hand or wave an arm around her. He observed her more often than not, as stalkerish as that made him sound.

He was friends with the girl. They shared English and Math and some of the same friends. He enjoyed speaking to her, he loved to see her smile - genuinely smile.

He couldn’t deny the growing feelings he had for her. She was intelligent and kind, her smile could knock the breath out of him, and had done so many times. He seemed to lose all train of thought around her and the feeling was addictive. He had no idea if she felt the same, but he felt his own emotions grow tenfold every time she placed her hand on his arm, or offered her assistance when he was unsure about something, or simply when she laughed at a horrible joke that slipped from his lips.

She was angelic and he couldn’t put his finger on why such a beautiful person could look so skittish at a sudden movement.

He had his suspicions but he knew better than to pry.

However, his mind couldn’t be set at ease when they were placed into a group together. Their due date for their English project was impending, and as his mother was working from home, he chose not to offer his residence for the pair to gather.

“So, your house?” He was waiting by her car at the end of the day, unnoticed by Y/N as she rushed to her vehicle in the same manner she always did. She hadn’t expected him to be there, so when his voice travelled to her ears she couldn’t help but flinch and shy away. He frowned softly at her, “you okay?”

She blinked, tilting her head to look at him. “Excuse me?” Her keys were clasped tightly in her hands and her gaze kept flicking between her door and Calum.

He chose not to focus on the tension she held in her body. “The project?” He reminded her. “It’s due in two weeks and if we keep showing up with nothing done, Stone will be on our asses until we graduate.” He snorted, the sound bringing a small smile to Y/N’s face.

“I, um, I don’t think my house is a good idea,” her voice was soft - fragile. “Wouldn’t it be easier to do it during study? I can’t be out too late.”

“All of my study’s are designated to soccer practice, sorry,” he pursed his lips, pushing off of her car. “I would offer my place but I think my mum would genuinely murder me. She’s working from home and my sister is in the process of taking over all available space in the house with her loser friends.”

Y/N seemed to think over it for a minute. She knew that it would be a bad idea to have Cal come over, but she had no choice. She sighed, nails working carefully to pick at the skin around her cuticles - a bad habit she had adopted.

“Alright,” she nodded. “Hop in, just, there are rules you need to follow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, pulling the drivers side door open for her when the lock mechanism clicked open.

Her heart pounded in her chest the whole way home. The mere sight of the two story residence made her feel queasy on a regular day, but the upbeat boy sitting beside her made the thought of being at home much worse. She put the car in park, turning to Calum.

Her eyes rarely met his, he noticed.

“Um, you can’t be here after 5. My parents get home around then and they don’t really like visitors.” She pulled her keys from the ignition, clamping her eyes shut for a brief moment. Sure, Calum was her friend - he was a great guy, and Y/N genuinely enjoyed his presence - but she couldn’t shake the feeling that having him at her house would end horribly. “No shoes inside, we need to stay in the dining room and please, if you use the bathroom, put the toilet seat down.”

She didn’t invite people over for a reason, but she dropped the desire to have friends over when her home began to break more. Y/N could barely remember a time when she fell asleep to anything but the sound of expletives, breaking glass or pure aggression.

Instead of questioning the barrage of instruction as she would expect, Calum simply fixed her with a warm smile, “Your wish is my command.”

She had long wished for her parents to go their separate ways strictly to save her from the fear that enveloped her the minute she stepped foot inside, however, she knew it fruitful because she couldn’t go anywhere but with one of them, and even when apart, they were harmful.

Calum followed her rigid form into the house, kicking his shoes off and placing them on the designated racking as instructed. The house was in pristine condition. It was as if there were no life in the environment unless a human was present - it felt cold.

The house was so different from his own. His mother had made sure to hang photos of both him and his sister, pictures from family outings, vacations. His father bought his mother flowers regularly and they always sat on the kitchen counter. His sister even had her own little belongings in the family areas as did he. Y/N’s house had nothing. There was not even a picture of her with her parents. The house was near void of any sort of familial comfort that it made him feel uncomfortable.

He followed her into the dining room, waiting for instruction. The atmosphere put him incredibly on edge and he could feel that there were many rules to be followed to perfection in the house.

Y/N pulled her bag open, placing her books on the table before stashing the bag into a designated nook in the entry way. The table caught his eye. Only two chairs. Both her parents lived with her, but there were only two chairs.

She returned, taking a seat at the small round table. Her eyes darted nervously to a clock mounted on the wall before softening and focusing on Calum’s standing form.

“Take a seat?” She offered. “We have just over an hour and a half until my parents get home.”

He nodded, slumping down in the seat and retrieving his own items for their project.

The time flew by quickly, it seemed. Calum’s presence was warm and he shone like a beacon in the barren home. She could barely take her eyes off of him for fear that he too would burn out like all who have entered before him.

If she could, she would have captured the moment in its entirety, preserving it for the lypophrenic moments that visit her almost nightly.

She was in the process of laughing at a joke that slipped from Calum’s lips when her eyes absentmindedly crossed over to the wall clock.

It was 3 minutes past 5.

Calum needed to leave. Fast.

She was on her feet, face paleing and her hands working to slam the books in front of her closed. She needed Calum gone and she needed to be in her room before either of them got home.

Calum raised an eyebrow at her, following her movements with caution. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“You need to go,” she was breathless despite the meager activity. It wasn’t the actions that made her breath escape, it was fear. She knew what would happen if either of her parents arrived home. She knew what would happen if they saw she was in the dining room, or if she had company. Nevermind if that company was a male.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled softly, helping her clean. “The time sorta slipped away from us. It’s only a few past 5, I’m sure your parents will understand-“

He was cut off as she shoved his books against his chest, “they can’t know that you were ever here.” She felt horrible for rushing him out; almost as horrible as she felt for her lack of hospitality, but she needed him to go. She couldn’t bear the consequences.

She handed him his shoes, opening the front door and pushing him out. His expression was full of confusion and for an instance she thought she saw hurt flash in his whiskey coloured eyes but her state of anxiety was growing and she couldn’t bring herself to react.

“Sorry about going overtime. I’ll see you-“ the door slammed in his face, footsteps hurrying away from the wooden barrier almost exactly after, “- tomorrow?” He finished dejectedly, slipping his shoes on and starting down the path to his house.

He lived in close proximity to Y/N, but the walk did little to quell the hurt in his chest.

Y/N rushed around as soon as the door was closed. She needed to clean everything up in the dining room before one of them got home, but her efforts were fruitless.

A few minutes after she rudely shoved Calum away, she heard an engine die in the front yard. The door opened carefully and closed very soon after. The sound of heels on the floorboards alerted her to the fact that her mother was home. She was in perfect view, still trying to clean away any evidence that she inhabited the dining room.

“What the hell have you done to my house?” Her mother hissed, the sound of keys being thrown onto the hall table bouncing off of the walls, setting the hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck on edge.

Y/N felt her shoulders flinch, acting on their own accord. “I’m sorry, mum. I just felt like studying down here today-“

Her mother was next to her within seconds, cold eyes scanning over every item in the room. “This is a pig sty!” She growled, despite the only objects out of the ordinary being y/N’s textbook, a single pen and a bottle of water. “I go to work, busting my ass to pay for things you need and this is the thanks I get?”

The laughter that fell from the older woman gave Y/N goosebumps. Both of her parents were vindictive and nasty, but her mother was the worse of the two. Quick with her hands, nastier with her words. She has once thrown a plate at Y/N because she dared to ask to add salt to her dinner.

Her father, on the other hand, was a drunk who would prefer to scream insults at his daughter and wife for anything. Despite this, y/n had less fear of the patriarch.

Y/N stayed quiet, too frightened to say anything or to even move to finish cleaning. Her mother didn’t like that and wound her hand in Y/N’s hair, gazing down at her with malice as she yanked her head back violently.

“You ungrateful little brat!” She growled. “You were the worst thing to happen to me, yet I still feed you, and clothe you and keep you here while you sick the life from me like the parasite you are, and this is how you repay me?”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes as she struggled against her mother’s hand, “Mum, mum please,” she pleaded. “You’re hurting me.”

“You hurt me every day that you’re still here, it’s the least I can do to repay the favour.”

Y/N grabbed her mother’s hand, attempting to pry it away from her hair, but in the process, her nail scratched her mother’s hand.

Y/N didn’t realise until she was knocked to the ground after a force connected with her cheek. Her head connected with the floor boards, blood quickly spilling from her brow and her lip and cheek throbbing.

“Don’t you ever touch me again, you little bitch!” Her mother screamed in her face, cradling her barely wounded hand like she would a baby.

Y/N struggled on the floor, slowly trying to climb to her feet despite the ache spreading through the left side of her face. She shuffled back, hoping to get closer to the hall so she could get up to her room. Her mother had other plans.

The sound of the cupboard door opening was evident and Y/N barely pushed her disheveled hair from her eyes to see a glass hurtling towards her, connecting with the wall next to her.

The sound was near ear-piercing, a few glasses catching her arms and shredding the skin in various places. Crash after crash - she finally ran out of glasses, starting to move to the next cupboard.

Y/N took the opportunity to get to her feet and run. Her feet carried her to the door, and she was thankful that she always kept we car keys on her person for fear of moments like this.

Her mother called out expletives behind her, but she didn’t bother to turn, instead allowing her body to act on its own volition, climbing into her car and pulling out of the drive as fast as she could.

Her vision was blurring, tears staining the clarity of her sight. Her hands were shaking so ferociously that she could feel the muscles in her shoulders twitching. Her mind was anywhere but the road, but it felt like she moved between destinations so fast, barely paying mind to the road in front of her until she pulled up at a park in the next suburb.

Her fingers worked on the screen of her phone, acting of their own volition until a voice was sounding through the speaker into Y/N’s ear.

“Y/N?” The voice asked, confused, anxious even.

“I’m at the park, on Macquarie Street. I need help.”

To anybody outside, Y/N would have been a terrifying sight. Blood pouring down her face, starting at her brow, a bruise forming quickly on her left cheek, a slight swell misshaping her lip and cuts all over her arm with their own trails of blood.

For Calum, his heart near stopped when he saw her sat on a park bench with her knees pulled to her chest. The sight was a beat more than terrifying. There were no more tears in her eyes, but her cheeks were wet with recent drops. She was staring out into the green landscape as if she no longer inhabited her body. The sun was starting to set behind her.

It took all of his willpower not to rush towards her, simply so he didn’t spook her. She was as rigid as a scared animal, any sudden sounds causing her to flinch.

“Y/N?” He tried softly, stepping cautiously. Her bleary eyes shifted towards him slowly, looking down at his feet before settling into his eyes. Her face shifted into a small smile as she locked onto the warm brown. “What happened?”

With his words, the semblance of a smile dropped. She frowned deeply, a dimple forming softly on her chin before a sob ripped through her chest. Her breathing heaved her body, rocking aggressively as she poured the emotion onto her knees once again. He walked to her faster, resting a hand on her knee and the other on her head.

“Y/N?” She shook his hands off, flinching away from his touch. “Y/N, baby? What happened? Please talk to me about it.”

She gasped, knees unfurling from her near iron grip. She knew the feeling well, it being her third panic attack since she left her home - not her home - the place she used to live. She couldn’t go back there.

Calum knew the signs. He had helped Michael through many attacks before and he acted beyond thought as he sunk to his knees before her, kneeling between her opened legs. His fingers moved to the side of her face gently, as to not cause her any more fear.

The tears had halted again, but she could barely catch her breath. He pulled her head down into his chest, thankful that with his added height against the small park bench, it was not so much of an awkward angle for the frightened girl.

It took all of 2 minutes for her breathing to balance. It was a trick he learned long ago - sometimes physical contact could help Michael with his attacks, and it had proven to be helpful to Y/N.

The silence that followed was pregnant as she rested her head against him. Her fingers had clasped so tightly in his hoodie that he could barely move until she loosened her grip. Slowly, she began to peel her body away from him.

“I- I’m sorry. There’s blood everywhere. I’ll let you go,” she sniffed, her voice airy as she tried to relax her muscles.

“N-no, Y/N,” he stood slowly, choosing to sit next to her instead of on the ground in front of her. “It’s alright, come here. Only if you want to.” He held his arm out, allowing her to make her decision. Slowly, and cautiously, she moved towards him, seeking the comfort of his soft hoodie and his warmth. She let out a shaky breath as she settled in to him. He shushed her softly, moving his arm to loop around her back slowly. “It’s alright, you’re safe, darling. I won’t let you go.”

She mumbled a soft “thank you,” wrapping her arms around his waist delicately. Her forehead nestled into his collarbone, allowing the lower portion of her face to be angled so she could resume her breath maintenance.

“Who did this to you, daring?” His voice was soft, his eyes anywhere but the girl below him. The mere sight of her eliciting a burning rage within his chest. Y/N was so pure, so happy. So kind. The thought that anybody would dare to hurt her - to him, it was blasphemy. “What happened after I left?”

“It was my mum,” her words were incredibly faint, yet Calum’s attentive ears heard every syllable. He tightened his arm around her slightly. “It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.”

He moved his hands to her shoulders, pulling her off of his chest so that he could survey her face. His fingers were calloused from the strings of his bass, but he made sure to keep his touch featherlight as he ran his finger along her wounded cheek.

It was no, that he finally realized the small scars decorating her eyebrow, her jawline, and even her neck.

“She hurts you?” The thought was unbearable, how could a mother hurt their child in such a way. Y/N was in bad shape, and to know that it was somebody who should love and protect her that did so - he was shaking from fury. “What about your father? Does he-“

“Dads always too drunk to care. He spends his time sucking down beers and verbally abusing us rather than paying attention to the constant crap I get from my mum,” her scoff was full of malice. On the outside, Y/F/N had it all but in reality, her world was a steaming dumpster fire and she spent her time yearning for love. “My parents never wanted me and they have made it obvious. This,” she gestured to her face with a sliced up arm, wincing slightly at the shift of her flesh. “Is because I had stuff in the dining room. Mother prefers I keep my life confined to my bedroom where she can pretend I don’t exist.”

Guilt washed over Calum’s face, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have pushed to go to your house.”

“It’s fine, Cal. There was bound to be an issue tonight anyways, it’s just our routine,” she sent him a small smile, eyes full of apology and sadness. “Thank you, for coming to my rescue.”

He let his thumb run across her cheekbone, relishing in the feeling of her skin underneath his palm. “Whenever you call, I’ll be there for you Y/N.” There was nothing in his actions to suggest anything but sincerity, specifically in the way his eyes lingered on hers for a second longer than normal. “You can’t go back there, darling.”

Her head hung slightly. She had nowhere to go but there. Of all of her friends, not one of them would take her in and her closest family was out of state. She had no options.

“That’s the only place I have,” she smiled at him, a miserable smile, but a reassuring one. “I’ll be okay.”

“Come to my house,” he offered, eyebrows raising slightly, a pleading pout on his lips.

“Cal, I can’t impose-“

“You’re never imposing, Y/N.” His brows furrowed. “I’ll always keep you safe, I promise.”

A sigh left her chest, her breathing smoothing and functioning correctly on its own accord, before she nodded. Fighting against Calum was a losing battle, but she wasn’t entirely against the idea. There was something drawing her in to him. Something that she couldn’t identify. Whether it be the damsel-in-distress complex that she had adopted that night, or the butterflies that erupted in her belly when he held her close, she wanted to go with him. She wanted to be safe in his arms.

So she nodded, smiling small up at him, her fingers reaching up to hold his own that were still resting on her scarred face.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, a delicate gesture full of comfort and with an inkling of the love that she so desired. “I’ll always protect you, darling.”

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[FIC] A Little Miracle In The Volume Part 4

A/N: Here’s Part 4 of my fic contribution to PEDRO PASCAL APPRECIATION WEEK 2021! The #ppaw2021 theme of Day 4 is Favorite pics/videos from Pedro’s IG or Twitter. I love any pic of Pedro with Oscar Isaac, but I love these two the most (the first one coming from Pedro’s IG).

Again many thanks to @pedrohub​ for PPAW and to @pedrocentric​ for patiently hearing this frustrated writer’s complaints about the plotting and writing process. 

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A Little Miracle In The Volume

By

Rory

Part Four

Oscar was having a strange dream as he slept in his bed in Brooklyn. It had started out quite beautifully in fact – there he was, walking in a field of sunflowers, with the sun shining down on his head. Suddenly, he heard a loud buzzing noise, coming from a short distance away from him. His eyes grew wide as a dark cloud rose from those blossoms. To his even greater horror, that cloud began to head his way.

Bees!  

“WHOA!” Oscar cried out as he turned tail and ran for his life. 

But the bee swarm was relentless, following him down the hill and into the woods. In his fear of getting stung, Oscar would whirl back often to see how far the swarm was. The bees were, however, slowly but surely closing the gap between them. It was when he turned to look back again that he failed to see the thick root of an oak jutting out from the leaves-covered ground ahead of him. With a surprised “Woof!” Oscar tripped on the root and fell face first on the ground. 

As he turned onto his back, he raised his left arm to protect his face and closed his eyes. “No! Don’t! Please!” But the painful sting he dreaded never came. 

Instead, he felt something small alight on his arm. As Oscar looked at the thing, his jaw dropped in shock.

The bee on his arm had Pedro’s tearful face! As he trained his eyes on the swarm hovering above him, he saw that all of the bees had his best friend’s face!

“Help meee!” The bee made a high-pitched wail. The swarm followed suit, again, with that plaintive cry of “HELP MEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Oscar sat up from his bed with a gasp, wiping the sweat from his face. He glanced at his wife Elvira beside him, but thankfully, he had not woken her up. 

Now that he was fully awake, Oscar’s heart started to race again when he realized that he could still hear that buzzing sound inside the room. Peering through the darkness, he traced the sound to be coming from the floor on his side of the bed. Sure enough, it was his phone that was vibrating non-stop. He must have knocked it over the night stand while thrashing from his nightmare. Not wanting to wake up his wife, Oscar picked up the phone, went outside the bedroom, and tiptoed down to the kitchen. 

As he switched on the light, Oscar pressed “Answer” on his phone, without peeking at the screen to find out who was calling him, and spoke a single “Yeah?” 

The hairs on Oscar’s arms stood on end when his mysterious caller moaned, “GRUMMPPPYYYY!”

“What the f—” All of a sudden, Oscar remembered his dream and he knew who he was talking to. “Baby Chicken, is that you?” A bit pissed off, he added, “Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorrryyyy!” Pedro whined back on the other end. “But…but…”

Hearing how distraught his friend was, Oscar was seized by fear and apprehension. “Hey, hey! It’s okay. Did something happen on set? Heaven forbid…did they…did they fire you?”

“No, no! I’ve actually finished a few scenes already.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

A brief pause. Then, there was a choked sob and Pedro wailed, “Werner Herzog is picking on me!”

Both of Oscar’s eyebrows rose at that revelation. From his own personal experience, he knew that a lot of things can happen on a film set, but he never expected that to happen to his friend, who was noted in the industry as one of the friendliest and kindest actors. On the other hand, Werner Herzog was notorious for his eccentric behavior. He couldn’t fathom how his cheerful and so desperately eager-to-please friend could’ve gotten on the bad side of an infamous director like Herzog.

“Now, calm down, Baby Chicken,” Oscar tried to comfort Pedro, as he sat down on a stool. “Tell me what’s been happening.”

For twenty minutes, Oscar listened carefully as Pedro told him about the events of the past few days – about Herzog’s overprotectiveness of the puppet and his determination to keep it away from Pedro. It sounded like lunatic behavior. Then again, this was Werner Herzog they were talking about. Hollywood has gotten used to the director’s eccentricities.

But not poor Pedro.

“Werner has already finished filming his last episode,” Pedro was bringing his narrative to its conclusion. “But he refused to leave the set. He said that he wanted to watch us film Episode 8 in the backlot. Because there were going to be explosions and flamethrowers, he wanted to make sure that the baby would be safe. His wife Lena has been calling the production offices, asking when he was going home. But Werner won’t leave.”

“I have to give credit to the man,” Oscar remarked with a cluck of his tongue. “He certainly is committed to this delusion of his.”

“What’ll I do? I’m having difficulty concentrating with him lurking around like an evil shadow. I constantly feel like I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. And…and…” The quiet admission came. “…I want to spend more time with Grogu.”

So, you fell in love with the puppet too, huh! It must be that cute if you like him this much, Oscar mused to himself. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, he admitted, “Having never met or worked with Werner Herzog before, I’m not sure what advice I could give you. The way I see it, you need to man up to this guy. I mean, you’re the lead actor, for chrissake, and he’s just a guest star! You need to be with that puppet more if you want to develop a convincing on-screen bond with it.”

“My point exactly! But I’m terrified of him. His mood swings scare me.”

“Well, he is an old man. Maybe he misses his kids and grandkids. Hey, I know! Why don’t you give him a nice big cake as a peace offering? Because of their age, a lot of Seniors can no longer eat the foods they loved when they were younger.”

Pedro let out a snort. “Why should I give Werner a cake? He’s the one who’s been terrorizing me!”

“Then I think you have no choice but to man up to him. Maybe not a direct confrontation. Maybe show him something which he can’t do.”

“Well, I can’t think of anything. This is THE Werner Herzog we’re talking about here. He’s done a lot of things in lifetime. Hell, he even ate a shoe on a bet!”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something. With your charms, you’ll have Herzog eating out of your hand.”

“I doubt it,” Pedro said dubiously. There was an exhalation on the other end. “I wish you were here to give me a hug, man, coz I really need it.”

“Well, consider yourself virtually hugged and here’s a smooch for good measure.” Oscar then made a loud “Mwah!” on the phone. 

“Thanks, Oscar. And I’m sorry to have woken you up. I…I just needed to hear your voice right now.”

“It’s okay. Just keep in touch, alright? Keep me updated on what’s been happening on set and with Herzog.”

“I will. Bye, Grumpy Eagle!”

“Bye and take care, Baby Chicken!”

There was a soft click as the call ended. 

“Honey?” A sleepy voice spoke behind him. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Oscar apologized to his wife Elvira. She was standing at the kitchen doorway, rubbing her eyes and yawning. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Elvira wandered over to her husband, who wrapped his arms around her waist and settled her down on his lap. “Was that Pedro on the phone? Is he okay?”

“He’s having some problems with Werner Herzog.”

“THE Werner Herzog? I’ve heard he is quite a character.”

“Judging from what Pedro told me right now, he is certainly that!”

Briefly, Oscar gave his wife a rundown of what’s been happening to his best friend.

Elvira clucked her tongue in dismay and shook her head. “What a silly old man! With Pedro fretting and carrying on about the baby like this, doesn’t Herzog see that Pedro is already acting like a real father?”

Hearing that comment, Oscar could only stare at his wife in amazement at her astuteness.

“I guess Herzog hasn’t noticed it or refuses to see it,” Oscar agreed with her. “Then again, I don’t think Pedro has realized that he has become a Dad to that Child either.”

TO BE CONTINUED

[angelhummel]

jake for ur ask game!

This ask game is literally like 5 questions long and I’ve been going at a damn snail’s pace to answer it lmao what is wrong with meee

my fave trait of theirs: ugh okay I love that he’s like set up to be the next bad boy but he’s actually a big softie who takes ballet and loves his mom and his friends and stuff. He’s just such a cutie and I think it’s cool we got a male character that could have a softer side and not get made fun of. Cause you know if he came in in s1-3 he would’ve gotten made fun of (:

who i ship them with: Marley! One of the actual canon pairings I can stand. But also I like him and Tina, and him and Blaine

which of their friendships is my fave: Jake and Ryder! I swear they have a heart to heart every damn episode. There’s so much content 

my fave solo of theirs: My Prerogative. He sounded great and got to show off his dancing skills <3 

my fave duet or group song of theirs: I really like Everybody Talks with Kitty. Omg and Nasty/Rhythm Nation is literally one of the most iconic songs on the show and doesn’t get enough credit 

send me a glee character!