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soulprompts · 1 year ago

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IDEAS FOR A DATE! ( A PROMPT LIST! )

now before i give this list, i want to address two things: 1) i'm enclosing a list of reasons for people to go on dates, because i want to, and also because there's some very good reasons for dates, and 2) i plan to write another list that's not as modern and contemporary, for my historical and fantastical and science-fictionally minded angels! for now, bon appetit: remember, your muses might be undercover, on a blind date, on a first date, matched online, a platonic date, trying to make other love interests jealous, like there are so many reasons, don't be shy, and DON'T ADD TO THIS LIST.

[ LEARN ]: the sender and receiver attend a class together (e.g. for cooking, baking, dancing, pottery, etc.) for a date.

[ ARCADE ]: the sender and receiver decide to visit an arcade together for a date.

[ DRINK ]: the sender and receiver meet each other at a bar for a date.

[ SANDY ]: the sender and receiver go to the beach together for a date involving strolling, a picnic, swimming and watching the sunset!

[ STRIKE! ]: the sender and receiver meet at a bowling alley for a date to practice their bowling skills.

[ MORNING ]: the sender and receiver decide to meet for a breakfast date rather than a dinner one.

[ FOREST ]: the sender and receiver take a weekend break in the woods, staying in a lovely cabin surrounded by nature.

[ TENT ]: alternatively, instead of finding a cabin to stay in for the night, the sender and receiver pack their tents and head out for a camping trip instead.

[ POPCORN ]: the sender and receiver opt for the classic date option of going to see a movie at the cinema together.

[ CAFÉ ]: going for a more relaxed option, the sender and receiver arrange to meet up for coffee and cake at a local café for a date.

[ MUSIC ]: finding tickets to their favorite band's concert, the sender and receiver head out for the night to listen to them play.

[ BICYCLE ]: the sender and receiver mount their bikes and head off to cycle in the countryside together.

[ DUO ]: the sender and receiver set up the bluetooth speakers and dance together in the peace of their own home to the sounds of their favorite songs.

[ DIY ]: the sender and receiver are about to go out for a date, but instead end up staying at home to complete a DIY project together.

[ ESCAPE ]: the sender and receiver attempt to solve an escape room together for a particularly exciting date.

[ COMMUNITY ]: the sender and receiver visit a local fair, festival, market or parade together for a date.

[ PLUS ONE ]: the sender and receiver put on their glad rags and attend a very fancy and prestigious event together.

[ WINNER ]: the sender and receiver set up a game night (card games, board games, video games, etc.) at home for their date.

[ GELATO ]: the sender and receiver head out to the best ice-cream parlour in town for a cold and sweet date.

[ SPEED ]: the sender and receiver go to a go-karting track for a particularly competitive date.

[ HIKE ]: the sender and receiver lace up their hiking boots and head out to a scenic hiking route together.

[ SADDLE UP ]: the sender and receiver take the reins and head out for a scenic horseback riding session together.

[ UP ]: the sender and receiver take an unforgettable ride in a hot air balloon for a date.

[ SING ]: the sender and receiver find a local karaoke bar and take turns singing solos and duets together.

[ PAGES ]: the sender and receiver find a cozy library-café and spend an enjoyable date reading books and drinking coffee together.

[ CHEF ]: deciding to stay in for the evening, the sender and receiver decide to make dinner together in the comfort of their own home.

[ HOLE IN ONE ]: the sender and receiver find a nearby mini-golf course and decide to play a few holes together.

[ MOVIE ]: the sender and receiver pick a few movies to watch for the evening and curl up on the sofa with some snacks to watch them together.

[ PAST ]: the sender and receiver go to a museum or an art gallery together to see the displays and get to know one another better.

[ CLUB ]: the sender and receiver get dolled up and go to a very popular and newly opened nightclub together.

[ PORTRAIT ]: the sender and receiver get canvases and paints and begin to paint one another at home, leaving plenty of peace and quiet to get to know each other.

[ AIM ]: the sender and receiver get suited up to go for a paintballing session together.

[ OUTSIDE ]: the sender and receiver get their nicest blanket, their favorite refreshments, and head out to a park for a nice relaxing picnic.

[ ITALIANO ]: the sender and receiver attempt to make their own pizzas at home together.

[ DINNER ]: the sender and receiver go to a nice restaurant together for a dinner date.

[ ROAD ]: the sender and the receiver embark on a long but worthwhile road trip together.

[ ROWING ]: the sender and receiver get into a rowboat together and guide the boat down the river.

[ QUICK ]: the sender and receiver meet one another for the first time at a speed dating event.

[ ROLLER ]: the sender and receiver put their roller-blades on and hit the rinks together.

[ RELAX ]: the sender and receiver head out to a luxurious spa resort together for some well-earned rest and massages.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender and receiver transform their home into a makeshift spa and give each other facials and massages for the evening.

[ STARS ]: the sender and receiver stretch out on the rooftop/lawn/back of a truck etc. for a night of star-gazing together.

[ WALK ]: the sender and the receiver go out for a nice, relaxing stroll together to see the sights.

[ POOL ]: the sender and receiver go out to the pool, beach or lake for a swimming session together.

[ SHARE ]: the sender and receiver split the evening in half to teach one another a skill that they're particularly good at (e.g. the sender teaching the receiver how to paint, etc.)

[ QUIZ ]: the sender and receiver go out together and find a local pub that's hosting a table quiz event, which they decide to enter.

[ AWAY ]: the sender and the receiver decide to indulge in a long vacation somewhere that they've both wanted to go for a long time.

[ BREAK ]: in the spirit of compromising, the sender and receiver book a nice quiet weekend break together.

[ SIP ]: the sender and receiver book tickets for a wine tasting event in a local vineyard.

[ SAIL ]: the sender and receiver go out on a yacht for the evening.

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layniapetrovnaaa · 3 months ago

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Rick Sanchez x Reader

I really want to make this a series but we all know how I do with those so for now it will remain a single fic sadly. also I need to stop making edits when I’m high cause I’m making inconsistencies lmaooo lemme just sit on my hands fr

Warnings: muchhh older man/younger woman, language, drugs, alcohol, underage substance abuse, flirting? Idk if I missed any lmk

Word count: 2.2k

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It had been a warm fall day when the sun was shining earlier. The kind of day that makes you dread the start of school and appreciate the beauty of summer transforming into autumn. Only a few short hours later, as the sun was already starting to set much sooner, the stars had come out and the warm day turned into a brisk night. The cool and zipping breeze was just a little too much for your bare arms and legs as you cruised casually down the bumpy street on your bike. Headphones in, off in outer space, the street lights flashing over your head along with the beat. It lulls you further into your daydreams and anxieties until you reach your destination: Summer Smith's end-of-summer house party. Should be a blast. You couldn't say the party scene wasn't your thing– cause it definitely is– but you weren't one to go dancing on tables and taking your top off (at least not at this sorta thing). Parties like these were for you to sell and do free drugs, maybe occasionally getting some head. The latter had not been the case lately and for the past month you had been celibate, a bit unlike you. Not one to give up the cookie too easily, you liked to have your partner work for it. Rather nothing than let some dumb teenage boy try to have his way with you.

You fix your hair up a little from the wind and take out your headphones after you dismount the red bicycle and hide it as best you can in the bushes on the side of the house. You would have heard the music bumping two doors down had you not been in the moment with your own playlist. To your pleasant surprise, the music booming from the house wasn't terrible. It gave you a little hope this party wouldn't be as shitty as you thought. If the music's good it's difficult for you to have a bad time. Mix it with a lot of vodka, a lot of weed, and something to snort– that's a party.

The front door is already open when you make your way over so you head to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink.

You hear someone call your name and turn to see Morty pushing his way over to you.

“H-hey! How’s uhh how’s it goin?” he finally gets out and smiles sincerely at you. It was no secret that Morty had a small crush on you, but it was also no secret that he felt that way about all of Summer's friends, so it didn't phase you.

��Heyyy. What's up, Morty?” you lazily smile back, your muscles relaxed from the weed. You had eaten a few edibles earlier in the night and they hadn't started to kick in until you were riding over.

“O-oh, you know, j-just tryna enjoy the party…I guess.” he chuckles nervously and rubs his neck.

“Whattt? You're not having fun?”

“What?! NO– I mean yeah of course I'm having fun, I just, I don't know. Parties make me nervous sometimes I guess.” He chuckles awkwardly again.

“Go smoke a joint and feel better, man.” you pat his shoulder and walk away. Normally you liked chatting with Morty but he was kinda bummin you out and you just got there. Maybe later he could cry on your shoulder. You did feel a little bad brushing him off like that but the kid needed to learn to live a little.

After two drinks you decide it's time to roll up and while you are, someone offers you a line, which you gladly take.

“You wanna do some real shit?” Summer leans in and whispers to you, and you can't help but return the shit-eating grin she has on her face.

She leads you to the garage and the thumping music softens only to be replaced by the sound of summer rummaging through cabinets and storage bins and a victorious “AH-HA” once she finds whatever it is she's looking for. She holds the two radiant fuchsia crystals up to you and you give her a suspicious look. Your brow not falling until she proclaims with a smirk.

“Alien drugs, bitch. It's called k-lax and it's gonna rock your world.”

“At least I hope it does.” She adds dubiously and begins turning the crystals into powder.

“How did you even get alien drugs anyways?” you ask as she starts forming two lines of the brightly colored powder. Your eyes scan the garage and notice it's filled with what looks like more alien stuff and different gadgets. Maybe that was a dumb question.

“My grampas like-” she does her line and sniffs a little. “-like a biggg space nerd or whatever with crazyyy substance issues.”

You nod and switch spots with her, your turn, and damn did that shit burn. This better be worth it, you rub your nose a few times.

You had seen Summers' grandpa a few times when you were back in school. He'd come to pick them up multiple times in the very way he was currently entering the room. Crazy things had happened in the last few years, you'd quickly made your piece with otherworldly shit long ago, a green blob was nothing. That's not to say when it did just loudly and brightly appear behind you that you weren't a little startled.

“Oh shit.” Summer states flatly as a result of her drunkenness.

“Is that my fuckin k-lax, Summer?!” he roars, both feet not even past the green. You feel your body start to get tingly and you're almost certain it's the crystal at work. The portal that let in the old man begins to swirl around him, seeming to permeate the air and turn into a fog. The high was taking over and everything else became void. You reach out to touch the gas and as you do it starts to change color. The two others in the room were forgotten. An argument (if you could call it that) is raging next to you and poor summer is barely hanging on. Her high ruined by that spikey-haired asshole. Fuuuck I need to paint this briefly flashed in your brain but the sensation was too overwhelming. Each spot you touched was a new color and each color felt different.

The tingling sensation had heightened and felt like a nicotine buzz on steroids. To be quite frank it was close to orgasmic. But the colorsss. Did they each smell different? Taste different? You had to know. You had to be in it. You could somehow feel your soul in those colors. So incredibly lost in the way they twisted and turned and blended into each other. The fog was almost more smokey now. You take a deep breath in and it smells almost sweet but earthy, not floral. It's an odd mix, completely unfamiliar but not unlikeable. You feel the tingles start to leave with your breath as you exhale. Rapidly declining with each breath you take. The smoke– or fog disappearing with it.

“God, I neeed to do that again.” you slowly turn to look at summer. Your head, eyes, arms, and backpack all felt so heavy.

“It’s Rick, actually, and that’ll be at leeeast 50 flurbos.”

Were you still high? You blink a few times and look up at your friend's grandpa.

The old man eyes you up and down, lingering around your chest. Normally, you would have some quick-witted response to his somewhat pervy gaze and dick-ish response but the combination of substances was mixing just as you had planned. Everything had become deliciously fuzzy. “Shut up!” you blurt out. It seemed that a glance and your dimwitted response were all he needed.

“Get this bitch out of my garage. Now, Summer!” He growls the last part and goes over to the workbench, plopping himself down on the chair and swiping a finger over the crystal residue. His eyes close and he hums quietly when he brings the finger to his tongue. “Good shit.” He says under his breath but quickly after swiveling the chair around to look at Summer.

“You OWE me.” he shoots and swivels back, immediately tinkering with something on the desk.

You finally stop staring at the older man (which you didn't even realize you were doing) and turn to Summer silently asking if you two were going to listen to him. She groans loudly and starts to exit the garage back into the teen-infested kitchen. Taking one last look back into the garage, you follow her and slam the door behind you– which you really didn't mean to do– but you also couldn't be paid to care.

Your night carries on. You take a few more shots, hit your pen a few times, and soon enough your body is taking control and letting your brain take the back seat. You danced around a little, drank some more, and made out with a black-haired beauty. Before you knew it you had crashed and fell asleep on the small and kind of uncomfortable patio furniture outside.

When you awoke it was with a chill, the temperatures had dropped to the low 50s that night and all you had on was a hoodie you stole from summer's room. The cold was not what had woken you up, however, and it was the second time you had been started by the green portal. You sit up, keeping an eye on the portal and the man who is now coming through it while also feeling around the bench for your pack of cigarettes and your lighter. His eyes set on you.

“Are you the bitch that stole my k-lax with Summer last night?” You perk up and focus your attention on just the old man who is now right in front of you, partially only because you had already found the cigarettes.

“Yeah and stop calling me a bitch.”

“Well, when you're worthy of another title I'll change it.”

You roll your eyes and ignore him, telling him your name and he gives his back.

“I thought it was god?” you say in a mock tone, still searching for your lighter.

"Surprised you can even remember that."

He fishes in his pocket and pulls one out for you as he sits next to you on the bench, sliding his thumb over the spark wheel to ignite the flame and holding it to the end of your cig. Mumbling a thank you, you offer him one and he takes it and lights it. The bit of tension that you felt between the two of you had dissipated, at least on your end. I mean you were the one with the real transgression, but something tells you that the scientist wouldn't have accepted the smoke if he was that upset with you and/or his granddaughter. You can feel him watching you as you both take a drag and you want to turn to him and ask what about you is so fascinating to him but you don't. You keep staring straight ahead and it's silent and awkward for a minute but then he speaks up.

“How old are you?” he flicks the butt of the cig to make the ashes fall, sniffles a little, and looks back at you. You take another drag before doing the same.

“I’m 19. My birthday was last week.”

You see something in his eyes change as you turn to look at him and say your age. It's almost an icky feeling but more so it makes you curious and so of course you quickly turn away to look back at the grass.

“The fuck you doin' at a high school party then? Shouldn't you be in college?”

“It’s still summer.” You defend.

“Fair enough.” He takes a drag.

“I but I dunno. I started late I guess? I just graduated this past June.” You shrug. “These kinda things aren't really my usual gig I’ll admit that but these kids are dumb and will buy pot for way too much money.” You take a final hit from the cigarette and drop it on the pavement, squishing it under your sneaker.

“These kids? You just graduated.” He deadpans and you can't help but chuckle a little, understanding how that probably does sound kind of ridiculous coming from your mouth.

“I just mean I come to these things to stay caught up, maybe distract myself a little but mostly to take advantage of rich kids.”

“Sounds kinda shady.” He burps and pulls a flask from his jacket pocket, taking a sip, but keeping the metal container in his hand he starts again. “I mean no judgment, I do the same thing just, you know, higher scale.” He offers you the flask and you take it.

“Well shit, I'd love to go with you sometime.” you take a sip from the flask and you weren't entirely sure what you were expecting but it wasn't that. You cough and sputter and try to regain some composure so as to not make a fool of yourself but it seems it's too late.

“Oh my god, what was that?! Everclear?!” you continue to wheeze and Rick looks too amused. You start to finally get yourself together and he stands.

“Maybe don't get too ahead of yourself, sweetcheeks.” Your ears perk up at the new nickname.

“What happened to bitch?” you smirk.

“I can easily change it back, don't get used to it.”

He walks towards the sliding doors and pulls it open, heading inside and leaving you out there again. Alone.

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atommadly · 2 months ago

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𝟑𝐀𝐌 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | H.R. Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | none.

Masterlist

You hadn’t meant to wake up. One second, you were nestled under warm blankets, lost in the depths of sleep, and the next, your throat was dry, and you were fumbling your way out of bed, blindly making your way to the kitchen for a drink.

The apartment was quiet, the kind of deep, early-morning silence that made every movement feel just a little too loud. The fridge hummed as you opened it, the cool light spilling into the dim kitchen as you grabbed a bottle of water.

And that’s when you heard it.

A dramatic gasp.

You yelped, nearly dropping the bottle as you whipped around to find H.R. standing in the doorway, hand over his heart like you’d just deeply offended him. His hair was a wild mess, sticking up at odd angles from sleep, and his pajama shirt was slightly askew like he’d thrown it on in a hurry.

"Sweetheart," he whispered in a scandalized tone, eyes wide, "are you… sneaking around without me?"

You blinked. "What? No, I just—"

"The betrayal," he cut in, stepping further into the kitchen, voice laced with dramatic sorrow. "Here I was, dreaming about us riding a tandem bicycle through a Parisian street, only to wake up and find my beloved has vanished."

"H.R., I got up for water."

"Ah, the classic ‘it’s just water’ excuse," he mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "That’s what they all say."

You sighed, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips. "What are you even doing awake?"

"Well, I sensed your absence, of course," he said, stepping closer, hands landing lightly on your waist. His voice lowered, playful but warm. "How am I supposed to sleep when the love of my life has disappeared into the night?"

Your heart did a ridiculous little flip at that. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you adore me," he quipped, pressing a quick, mischievous kiss to the tip of your nose before glancing past you into the open fridge. "Ooooh. Ice cream."

"H.R., no—"

But he was already reaching in, retrieving the carton with a victorious grin. "Well, now we have to eat it. It’s basically a rule. Late-night ice cream tastes better."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "That’s not a rule."

"It should be," he countered, grabbing two spoons before dramatically closing the fridge. The kitchen darkened again, save for the soft glow from the moonlight outside, but H.R. was already looping an arm around your waist, pulling you into an easy sway.

"It’s three in the morning," you pointed out, exasperated but melting against him anyway.

"And yet, here we are," he murmured, grinning as he spun you in a slow, lazy circle. "Dancing in the kitchen, basking in the undeniable romance of refrigerator light."

"You are such a dork."

"A charming dork," he corrected, dipping you suddenly, making you squeal.

"H.R.!"

"Shh, sweetheart, let me have this moment."

You giggled, breathless, as he pulled you back upright, his forehead resting against yours. His hands were warm against your back, his gaze soft as he studied you in the dim light.

"Feels like home," he murmured, brushing his nose against yours.

You squeaked. Audibly.

His grin widened. "Ah-ha! Gotcha!"

"That was unfair," you groaned, covering your face.

"Oh, sweetheart," he teased, nudging a spoon against your lips. "Here. Ice cream. To soothe your overwhelmed heart."

You took a bite, still glaring at him. But even as you sat on the counter together, feet swinging, eating ice cream straight from the carton, you couldn’t stop smiling.

Maybe three AM wasn’t so bad after all.

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anyamaris · 11 months ago

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Title-Golden Hour

Word Count-2273

Summary-You have no idea how you got here, and the people you encounter aren't helping. It's time for you to remember what they said.

Trope-Ateez lore au

Pairing-Lost!F!Reader x Ateez (Lore based au Ateez)

Warnings-None really, it's a little unhinged in a weird ass way. Mentions of drinking. Memory loss, lots of chickens. A cock to the face.

A/N-So I wanted to go completely off the rails and explore some of the fun of the mv as well as Ateez lore. I'm planning on exploring each member in upcoming fics based in this. This is just the intro!

Dedicated to @sanjoongie because you let me scream about this and support my unhinged ideas. I hope this helps to get you excited, don't worry. Bandit San is coming.

A huge thank you to @frenchkisstheabyss for beta reading it and supporting my insanity, I love you so much, hyung.

The song playing during the dance is Blind off the new album.

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo @woosanbby

@cafekitsune Thank you for banners and dividers! 🤍💜🤍

“Golden hour

The brightest moments in life

Those moments are like quick flashes

And never come back”

You’d been driving along this dusty road since before dawn, miles of desolate desert stretching behind you.

Blinking, you try to clear your head, the only memory you had were those softly spoken words and an almost hypnotizing hum bouncing around in your exhausted mind.

Then everything was static.

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you shield your eyes from the hot noonday sun.

Your old, reliable car was smoking behind you, the hiss of whatever had caused your breakdown filling the air.

Distant outcroppings of rock terrain are all that greet your eye beyond the rusted old buildings surrounding you.

The faint repetition of pickaxes echo through the open area as you survey where you’ve been stranded, the tings and clinks setting an almost eerie soundtrack for your current predicament.

Where in the world am I?

Turning to look towards the run down motel, you manage to catch a glimpse of some cowboy hats bobbing in conversation.

It must be nice to be drinking this early, you muse, studying the three figures in chairs gathered around a small table, the crystal of their whiskey glasses reflecting the sun's harsh rays.

A bell rings and your attention is drawn to a tiny building with a red door surrounded by green.

Is that…a diner?

Your stomach grumbles in response, causing you to take a step towards the sudden aroma of chicken hanging in the air.

It didn’t appear that anyone was at the gas station at the moment, though the sign proclaimed “mechanic on duty.”

Your stomach growls at you once more, and you decide that you can inquire inside the diner while you appease your appetite.

Walking towards the impossibly small building, the chime of a bicycle startles you and you leap out of the way as a pack of people ride by.

Not one of them looks back at you, but for some reason you feel as if each and every pair of eyes are on you.

You swear you didn’t even see his face, but you can almost picture the blonde man leading them with the beret grinning maniacally at you.

Hongjoong, a voice your own and not your own ping pongs around your brain.

Remember what I said.

A soft giggle echoes in your mind, tickling more than just your aural senses.

It’s as if you can feel that laughter under your very skin.

Trying your best to ignore the creeping confusion teasing at the edges of your mind, you step forward to push open the red doors.

The man behind the counter wearing a trucker hat turns to study you as you enter, tilting his head as he narrows his dark eyes.

His name tag reads, ‘Yunho’.

You glance away as you take in the inside of the diner, walls lined with gold albums, one L-shaped counter taking up the majority of the space.

There are other diners in colorful, flashy clothing seated on the red stools as your empty stomach gives another howl of protest.

Blushing at the embarrassingly loud noise, you nod your head to the other customers as they turn to eye you.

The tall man in the hat’s expression changes at the sound, tapping his spatula in his palm.

“Sounds like you could use a bite to eat.”

His blinding smile seems to take up your entire vision and suddenly you’re pushing open the red doors once more.

“Remember what I said!”

Your brow furrows, turning to see the cook waving to you as you leave.

Remember…?

Your memory is only filled with the buzz of static as you try to recall anything that happened after you entered the building.

Frowning, you realize you’re no longer hungry; your stomach is full and you can only scratch your head in confusion as you bid the strange man goodbye.

Yunho.

At least you recall something from the hazy lunch.

Glancing across the way, you notice that your car is no longer where you left it.

Instead, it’s on the side of the building, and the form of a man moves around inside of the building as the blue ‘ice cold’ sign flickers.

When did I move my car? You wonder, somehow knowing it’s being taken care of.

Rubbing your eyes, a sudden weariness takes over as you plod over to the run down motel, figuring it’s best to at least find out if there are lodgings.

The three men who were drinking before you entered the diner are nowhere to be seen as the old motel sign creaks and groans above you.

Entering the dilapidated building, you notice the silhouette of a man at the desk, his chair squeaking as he turns to glance at you in surprise.

As he opens his mouth, a rooster flies into your face with a flurry of feathers, causing you to reel backwards.

Landing on your ass, you find yourself in front of a motel room door, white chickens grazing around you as you ponder what the hell just happened.

“If you need anything, I’ll be around. And remember what I said.” a deep, velvet voice says, and you turn to watch the man who was in the office saunter back into the rusted main building.

Yeosang.

His name is all you can summon from the strange black hole of your mind, recalling the plaque on the desk that told you as much.

Looking down at the golden key in your hand, you just chalk your fuzzy memory up to exhaustion, slipping the key into the lock.

Before you can enter the room, you freeze as a man in a white suit and hat slowly strides towards the gas station.

Is he riding an ostrich?

He raises his a red lollipop to you, winking as if to say-

Remember what I said.

Seonghwa.

The moment you think it, he nods and turns to continue on, yet there’s no recollection of meeting him before.

Massaging your temples, you enter the small room, collapsing immediately upon the bed.

Remember what?

Why does everyone keep saying that?

Why do you know these random names but can’t recall any interactions?

It’s like you’re losing time here.

Maybe this is all a dream…

Before you can even open your heavy eyelids, you can hear music coming from the old television set on the dresser.

“All you need to do is remember what I-”

“Said.” you mutter, peeking an eye to glance at the screen.

The form of a purple clad man in a top hat with a cane beams back at you, looking almost satisfied that you finished his sentence.

Mingi.

It’s strange how you keep recalling these strangers' names, yet somehow…

You don’t even remember your own.

Rising from the strangely comfortable mattress, you finally glance around the room you’ve been sleeping in.

More framed albums, posters of random music shows, awards and accolades fill the walls.

Slipping your legs off the bed, you find yourself stepping on the litter of dollar bills all over the floor.

Frowning, you lean down to pick one up, rubbing your fingertips over the paper to see if it’s real.

This place is insane and you can’t help but feel like you’ve fallen down some kind of crazy rabbit hole.

Chicken hole, you think, eyeing a white chicken as it struts out of the bathroom, clucking at you happily.

Music plays from the television, drawing your attention to the spectacle of a man in a blue suit, with a red flower on his lapel.

A mariachi band plays in the background as he bows, looking up at the screen to give you a sassy little smirk.

“Tonight, we dance til the sunrise! Remember what I said.” He proclaims, causing you to flop back on the bed.

Wooyoung.

STOP IT!

Soft laughter fills your head as you glance over at the screen, a wanted poster of a man with a mask in all black on the screen.

“Have you seen the Masked Bandit? Call 1018-1117!”

That’s not even a real number, you think.

Opening the door to go back outside, another commercial plays before you can shut the door.

“Don’t be like Jongho-remember what we said-”

Static overtakes your mind, and suddenly you’re outside, chickens pecking the ground at your feet.

The sun is dipping below the horizon, and you hear the loud laughter of a large mass of people in the distance.

A large red brick building looms and you can see some colorful banners as if decorated for a party.

Was that here earlier?

Following the sounds of music, you suddenly hear the loud roar of car engines and you rush over to see what is going on.

Cash litters the ground even out here, and your foggy brain starts to register more of your environment.

Dollar bills are being used as banners, hanging in windows, and thrown all over the ground like confetti.

As the sun sets, you approach the peculiar celebration going on, eyes wide at the sight of the colorful outfits, the loud music playing, the vast array of curious eyes as the turn to take in your arrival.

“You came.” A voice says, the hand on your back gentle yet firm as it guides you towards where everyone is gathered.

“San?” you ask, shocked that his name came out before you even thought about it.

The man in the black hat and vest grins at you in delight, dimples peeking out as he gives you a single nod.

Before you realize what’s happening, the sky is darkening and the blaze of a fire is lighting up the night.

Music seems to come from everywhere and nowhere as you turn in circles, the beat of the song coursing through your very bones.

Yeah, it spreads when I see you, fire

The sound of an accordion playing catches you off guard, and you notice the song is in so many different languages yet you seem to understand everything.

All you can interpret is the red moon rising, the blaze of the fire as the beat takes over.

Before you can take another breath, you’re being spun around into someone’s arms.

You barely sense the bodies writhing around you, compelled to sway your hips and get swept away with the atmosphere.

I feel an unbearable thirst, crazy

It’s as if you’re in a fever dream as you take in the gleaming eyes of the man holding you in his arms, his blonde hair tinged with red as you hear his delighted giggle.

I'll whisper to you until the sun rises, singing

You blink and suddenly your hand is in the man in the blue suit’s, as he twirls you around happily.

Dance just for you tonight, follow, follow

Another blink, a set of strong hands holding your hips, swaying them as he holds you close, his deep voice singing along to the song.

Singing only to you.

I'm tickled, I'm going to cut off all the perfect lines, babe

The man in the top hat and cane is dipping you, whispering yet another line,

Come closer, come dance with me-

Your hands are in the long, dark tendrils of a man with big doe eyes, his tongue darting out as he mouths the next line.

I know you want to, let’s dance

Strong arms pick you up and swing you around, a delighted laugh escaping your throat as you lose yourself to this fever dream.

His angelic voice rings in your mind, whisking you away to another world-

Until the break of dawn

My love I'll sing for you all night

A tall man yanks you to him, his large hands splayed over your lower back as he guides you through steps you shouldn’t know, yet you move confidently with him.

Matching steps under the moonlight, cha-cha-cha

Feel my heart getting hot, pam-pam-pam

Your hands meet the bare skin of a chiseled chest, the now familiar dimples greeting you as he grips your hips to sway in time with the music.

Over and over, you’re spun around, with each breath, a new face greets you, until you’re looping back around.

You’re becoming almost familiar with them each as you feel them draw you deeper into their forbidden dance.

Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Mingi, Seonghwa, Jongho, Yunho, San….

Over and over they blur in and out of your vision until the chorus builds and their voices combine gloriously, hypnotizing you;

Dance tonight, in this burning night

Queen of the night, star of my eyes

Wake me up with your gaze

Take my soul, take my heart, love is blind

Take my soul, take my heart, love is blind; Let's go

The night sky gleams golden as the edges of your vision start to fuzz, many sets of arms assuring you that you won’t fall as the world goes black.

The heat of the sun beats down upon you, the clucking of chickens invading your sleep hazed mind.

Holding your hand over your eyes to shield them, you look up at the men standing above you.

They're dressed much differently than the previous night, and you sit up slowly, wondering what happened.

Clad in wide brimmed work hats, shovels and pickaxes in hand, the maniacal eyes of the blonde man meet yours as he kneels beside you.

“Come on, love.” he says, his voice dancing as he tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear.

The sound of a clarinet fills the air as a distant rooster crows.

“What…where are we going?” You ask him, looking around at the eyes studying you.

“Gotta work.”

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thedevilsoftruth · 27 days ago

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Modern-ish songs I think Bucky would like!!

[ says while most of the songs on here are 30-40 years old. ]

Starting strong,

I am a huge believer that Bucky would loooove foreigner. This is because I love foreigner and so he has to like foreigner also. Just kidding. No, but I like to imagine that this would be his love song to his partner.

Next we go the

The same thing goes for the song Bicycle Race, I like to imagine he shows up to Sam's house on his motorbike and sings that song as he's approaching Sam, and he does a little dance. He wants to ride his bicycle, guys

No, but I think he'd love Fat Bottomed Girls, especially because it reminds him a little bit of something he'd hear in the 40s ( with the melodies and the overall flow of the chorus. ) maybe as like a bar song or a song he'd hear soilders sing out in the field.

Next up on the list

A calming song with a powerful meaning. I also think he'd really like The Police and you can't tell me otherwise.

We got

I said it before, and I'll say it again; Bucky don't like Marvin Gaye, but he likes Phill Collins. And of course, he doesn't like Marvin Gaye, Sam BECAUSE HES A WEIRD NERD SO HE HAS TO LIKE WEIRD NERD MUSIC.

Moving on. This one is a bit biased, and I fully deserve to be looked at weird for it.

I think he'd hear it on the radio, and I think that he'd find the chorus really nice to sing along to. I imagine he likes to keep his garage open and blast it on his speakers while he works on fixing malfunctions on his bike. Drink some beer, too, probably because divorced alcoholic flannel Ford f150 grunge dad rock has that sort effect on old men.

Next we got the

I think this would also be one of his love songs. He relates to it a lot. I think he'd really like the build up in it and the softness it has. Also I LOVE scorpions so he has to love them too.

I'm not going to explain this one.

I'm also not going to explain this one.

#marvel #marvel hcs #bucky #bucky hcs #bucky barnes hcs #bucky headcanon #bucky barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #marvel headcanons #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #bullets inner dialouge #Spotify

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floridaboiler · 11 months ago

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What a Young Man Should Know, 1933. A checklist for becoming a proper man.

This was published in the March 1933 issue of Harper’s Magazine.

The writer, Robert Littell, details the abilities, skills, accomplishments, and extra-curricular proficiencies that every man should have if they are to become a self-sufficient and well-rounded human being, ready for life, and eventually, marriage and raising their own children. The learning starts from a very young age.

Here is the (short) list:

1. He should know how to swim at least a mile, dive creditably, and not feel panicky under water. He should be able also to revive those less skilful than himself by rolling them on a barrel and pumping their helpless arms.

2. He should be able to drive an automobile well. And he should not be altogether helpless when a car breaks down. He must know how to change a tire and offer some sort of diagnosis when the engine sputters and dies.

3. He ought to know how to clean, load, and shoot a revolver or a rifle.

4. As for self-defense, a man should certainly be able to take care of himself in a scrap. He need not learn jujitsu — old-fashioned boxing will be enough.

5. He ought to know the rudiments of camping, how to build a fire, how to chop wood, how to take a cinder out of his eye, how to deal with a severed artery, how to doctor himself for ordinary ailments.

6. He should also be able to take care of other people in emergencies, to apply first aid, set a broken bone, revive a drunk or a victim of gas, deal with a fainting fit, administer the right emetic or antidote for a case of poisoning.

7. And he should be able to feed himself, to cook, not only because some day he may need to, but because cooking is one of the fine arts, and a source of infinite pleasure. He should be able to scramble eggs, brew coffee, broil a steak, dress a salad, carve a chicken, and produce, on occasion, one first-class dish, such as onion soup. The more he can do, in these days of the delicatessen store and the kitchenette, the better. It is not effeminate, it is not beyond him, and the best chefs are all men.

8. He should know how to use paint brushes, a saw, a hammer, and other common tools.

9. He should also have a beautiful and distinguished handwriting. But the bulk of his writing, particularly if he is a professional man who has much of it to do, should be done on a typewriter, capable of turning out three thousand words an hour.

10. He should play one outdoor game well, and have a workable smattering of several more. An American who cannot throw and catch a ball seems pathetic and grotesque.

11. The bicycle has gone, yet every young man should know how to ride one.

12. He should also be able to skate, sail a boat, and handle a canoe passably.

13. Fishing is a specialty, like chess.

14. Walking is a noble but neglected sport. Americans “hike” once in a long while but seldom walk.

15. He should know a great deal about animals and how to take care of them.

16. He should know how to ride a horse.

17. He should learn how to stay in a saddle with pleasure to himself and a minimum of annoyance to his mount.

18. He should learn how to dance.

19. He should know to play at least one card game.

20. He must have knowledge of how to tip naturally, justly, without fear and without reproach.

21. On the matter of alcohol, he should learn his capacity and stick within its limits; he should know something about the different kinds of drink, and which drinks produce chaos within him when mixed.

22. Where s:x is concerned, nature clearly intended us to make many mistakes in her hope that some of them would be productive.

23. He should know the rudiments of gambling. But gambling might be placed on the same plane as drink — the less use one has for it the better.

24. Higher than almost any other accomplishment on the list is knowing music. There is no reason why any young man who is not absolutely tone-deaf should not learn how to play one musical instrument well enough for it to be a self-resource and a tolerable pleasure to others.

25. A civilized man should know how to read. The ability to read, or rather the habit of reading, is very rare even among intelligent people, and has to be taught and kept up if it is not to become rusty.

26. He should have knowledge of at least one foreign language. French or German preferably both. German children learn an amazingly good brand of English without ever crossing their borders. Why can’t we? For one thing, we don’t really want to. Yet we should. An American who knows only English is blind in one eye.

27. He should know to travel well, efficiently, without fuss or complaint.

28. A young man should be able to express himself clearly before a crowd of strangers, without shyness, muddle, or a pathetic resort to “so much has been said and well said” or “I did not expect to be called on.”

29. The British adult can get to his feet, propose a toast, introduce a stranger, voice a civic protest, heckle a windbag politician, and give utterance to an unembarrassed thought.

30. A a man should command the elementary tool of written language, and be able to put simple things on paper in clear words.

31. He should have a good workable understanding of the structure of business, investments, and banks.

32. Let every educated man, as a necessary part of his education, be thrown into the muddy stream of American industry and see what it is like to swim alone on daily wages.

33. He should before reaching twenty-two have done something because he wanted to, whether other people wanted him to do it or not.

34. He should not acquire property unless he needs it. Insensitiveness to his personal property, unless of course it is extraordinarily beautiful, is a desirable skill for any man to have; It must be learned and worked at.

35. Unusual though this young man may be, he should not seem so. Is not a parent’s basic ambition for his child that he be very different from other people, yet manage to seem almost exactly like them?

#Notmine #What a Young Man Should Know

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bondshotel · 8 months ago

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July 6, 1964 - The Beatles' first feature film, A Hard Day's Night, had its première at the London Pavilion.

A Hard Day's Night is a 1964 British musical comedy film directed by Richard Lester and starring the Beatles—John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr—during the height of Beatlemania. It was written by Alun Owen and originally released by United Artists. The film portrays 36 hours in the lives of the group.

The film was a financial and critical success. Forty years after its release, Time magazine rated it as one of the all-time great 100 films. In 1997, British critic Leslie Halliwell described it as a "comic fantasia with music; an enormous commercial success with the director trying every cinematic gag in the book" and awarded it a full four stars.[The film is credited as being one of the most influential of all musical films, inspiring numerous spy films, the Monkees' television show and pop music videos. In 1999, the British Film Institute ranked it the 88th greatest British film of the 20th century.

The movie's strange title originated from something said by Ringo Starr, who described it this way in an interview with disc jockey Dave Hull in 1964: "We went to do a job, and we'd worked all day and we happened to work all night. I came up still thinking it was day I suppose, and I said, 'It's been a hard day ...' and I looked around and saw it was dark so I said, '... night!' So we came to A Hard Day's Night."

PLOT

Bound for a London show from Liverpool, the Beatles escape a horde of fans ("A Hard Day's Night"). Once they are aboard the train and trying to relax, various interruptions test their patience: after a dalliance with a female passenger, Paul's grandfather is confined to the guard's van and the four lads join him there to keep him company. John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr play a card game, entertaining some schoolgirls before arriving at their desired destination ("I Should Have Known Better").

Upon arrival in London, the Beatles are driven to a hotel, only to feel trapped inside. They are tasked to answer numerous letters and fan mail in their hotel room but instead, they sneak out to party ("I Wanna Be Your Man", "Don't Bother Me", "All My Loving"). After being caught by their manager Norm (Norman Rossington), they return to find out that Paul's grandfather John (Wilfrid Brambell) went to the casino. After causing minor trouble at the casino, the group is taken to the theatre where their performance is to be televised. After rehearsals ("If I Fell"), the boys leave through a fire escape and dance around a field but are forced to leave by the owner of the property ("Can't Buy Me Love"). On their way back to the theatre, they are separated when a woman named Millie (Anna Quayle) recognizes John as someone famous but cannot recall who he is. George is also mistaken for an actor auditioning for a television show featuring a trendsetter hostess. The boys all return to rehearse another song ("And I Love Her") and after goofing around backstage, they play another song to impress the makeup artists ("I'm Happy Just to Dance with You").

While waiting to perform, Ringo is forced to look after Paul's grandfather and decides to spend some time alone reading a book. Paul's grandfather, a "villain, a real mixer", convinces him to go outside to experience life rather than reading books. Ringo goes off by himself ("This Boy" instrumental). He tries to have a quiet drink in a pub, takes pictures, walks alongside a canal, and rides a bicycle along a railway station platform. While the rest of the band frantically and unsuccessfully attempts to find Ringo, he is arrested for acting in a suspicious manner. Paul's grandfather joins him shortly after attempting to sell photographs wherein he forged the boys' signatures. Paul's grandfather eventually makes a run for it and tells the rest of the band where Ringo is. The boys all go to the station to rescue Ringo but end up running away from the police back to the theatre ("Can't Buy Me Love") and the concert goes ahead as planned. After the concert ("Tell Me Why", "If I Fell", "I Should Have Known Better", "She Loves You"), the band is taken away from the hordes of fans via helicopter.

From beatlesbible:

The première was attended by The Beatles and their wives and girlfriends, and a host of important guests including Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon. Nearby Piccadilly Circus was closed to traffic as 12,000 fans jostled for a glimpse of the group.

“I remember Piccadilly being completely filled. We thought we would just show up in our limo, but it couldn't get through for all the people. It wasn't frightening - we never seemed to get worried by crowds. It always appeared to be a friendly crowd; there never seemed to be a violent face.”

~ Paul McCartney, Anthology

It was a charity event held in support of the Variety Club Heart Fund and the Docklands Settlements, and the most expensive tickets cost 15 guineas (£15.75).

After the screening The Beatles, the royal party and other guests including The Rolling Stones enjoyed a champagne supper party at the Dorchester Hotel, after which some of them adjourned to the Ad Lib Club until the early hours of the morning.

#the beatles

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porterdavis · 1 year ago

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Well, I'm not much at dancing...

What a Young Man Should Know, 1933. A checklist for becoming a proper man.

This was published in the March 1933 issue of Harper’s Magazine.

Here is the (short) list:

3. He ought to know how to clean, load, and shoot a revolver or a rifle.

4. As for self-defense, a man should certainly be able to take care of himself in a scrap. He need not learn jujitsu — old-fashioned boxing will be enough.

8. He should know how to use paint brushes, a saw, a hammer, and other common tools.

10. He should play one outdoor game well, and have a workable smattering of several more. An American who cannot throw and catch a ball seems pathetic and grotesque.

11. The bicycle has gone, yet every young man should know how to ride one.

12. He should also be able to skate, sail a boat, and handle a canoe passably.

13. Fishing is a specialty, like chess.

14. Walking is a noble but neglected sport. Americans “hike” once in a long while but seldom walk.

15. He should know a great deal about animals and how to take care of them.

16. He should know how to ride a horse.

17. He should learn how to stay in a saddle with pleasure to himself and a minimum of annoyance to his mount.

18. He should learn how to dance.

19. He should know to play at least one card game.

20. He must have knowledge of how to tip naturally, justly, without fear and without reproach.

22. Where s:x is concerned, nature clearly intended us to make many mistakes in her hope that some of them would be productive.

23. He should know the rudiments of gambling. But gambling might be placed on the same plane as drink — the less use one has for it the better.

27. He should know to travel well, efficiently, without fuss or complaint.

29. The American adult can get to his feet, propose a toast, introduce a stranger, voice a civic protest, heckle a windbag politician, and give utterance to an unembarrassed thought.

30. A a man should command the elementary tool of written language, and be able to put simple things on paper in clear words.

31. He should have a good workable understanding of the structure of business, investments, and banks.

32. Let every educated man, as a necessary part of his education, be thrown into the muddy stream of American industry and see what it is like to swim alone on daily wages.

33. He should before reaching twenty-two have done something because he wanted to, whether other people wanted him to do it or not.

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iwanttobepersephone · 6 months ago

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Sometimes I feel bad for my family because my "toxic trait" is that I romanticize literally everything that happens to me, which makes it impossible to talk about all the bad houses we've lived in lol

"Oh living at Meme and Papa's sucked we all had to sleep in one tiny room that barely fit a bed, desk, and cot in it" yeah but the curtains were so pretty and I'd look out the window every morning and see Papa's retired livestock dog chasing the guinea hens and I could crawl into bed with momma whenever I wanted so I loved it actually!!

"Oh those blue apartments sucked, half our neighbors were drug addicts and they would just leave cigarettes and once a couple needles just on the street and we didn't have a washer and the air conditioner sucked and it was just horrible living there" yeah but whenever I drew with chalk outside our door someone in the apartments across the way + above us would be playing jazz music with their window open and I felt like the main character in a gibli movie walking across the apartment complex to put our laundry in the washer and one time when momma let me sleep on the couch she woke me up at 11pm so we could go get Dairy Queen and I first learned how to use a dishwasher there and that's the house we got our current cat, JJ in, so it was awesome, really!!

"Oh the duplex was horrible our neighbors sold drugs and brought all kinds of shady people to our neighborhood and because we shared a wall with them they gave us cockroaches that we couldn't get rid of and there were kids all up and down the street who would literally climb onto our car just to hang out and we never got our backyard under control so it was always messy and dead" yeah but I would drink tea and read while hanging up laundry on the clothes line outside in the summer and I would go out just after sunset each night while dinner was being made and throw our dogs ball into the cul-de-sac and for the first time in 5 years I had friends who lived on the same street and I could ride my bicycle to the nearby river park with ease and I once danced with the neighbors 5 year old in the driveway because she was kicked out and needed some company and I don't know how I couldn't love that life with all my heart

#when you're so much of a lover it gets annoying to talk to lol #like yeah those houses did kinda suck but like. they were so wonderful too #how could they ever expect me to regret living there?#I had to live somewhere #funny #rambles #lovecore #ghiblicore #suncore #hopecore #how many “core”s can I get away with so this gets to my intended audience #✨️✨️#povertycore #✨️#lol

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little-mouse-gardens · 1 year ago

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Rottmnt ocs

So..I just finished up making my rottmnt ocs, just basically an overview of them.

Note - none of the images belong to me. The picrew I used is by @baby_carrot_art

Full name : sunny rose mora

Nicknames : sunshine, sunny-D, sunflower, sunrise

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a cougar at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + pan

Age : 23 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty three or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Raphael in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : November 2nd

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’6

Body type : triangle

Skin : freckled deep brown

Eye color : dark brown

Hair : black with dark brown undertones under lighting, curly when it’s down but she usually keeps her hair in braids.

Ear piercings and nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets sunflowers and wildflowers tattooed Along her arms and across her back when she’s older.

Personality traits - nurturing , strong willed, level-headed and outspoken

Likes : plants, cottage-core aesthetic, scented candles/wax melts, riding her Bicycle through the park and city, collecting squish-mallows, and

Hobbies - clay charms, pottery, cooking, gardening, sewing/making plushies

Favorites

- favorite food - raspberry lemon muffins

- favorite drink - iced vanilla coconut milk

- Favorite color - pastel yellow

- Favorite animal -humpback whale

- Favorite aesthetic - cottagecore

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters Marcy, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her orange tabby cat pumpkin and her duck cinnamon

Full name : Marcy Sofia mora

Nicknames : Mar-mar, mars, m&m, mariposa, marshmallow, dr fashion

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + demi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Donatello in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : august 8th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : bottom hourglass, a little bit rectangle

Eye color : soft brown

Skin : warm honey beige with a beauty mark on her cheek close to her right eye

Hair : short curly black hair styled into a curly pixie cut

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Wears glasses : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets fossils and types of fish tattooed Along her arms

Personality traits - clever, creative, understanding, sarcastic

Likes : digital art, fashion design, shopping or picking up books at the local library or bookstore, thrift shopping for clothes, remaking old machines into something new, playing video games, 80s and 90s music

Hobbies - sewing, digital art, gardening, painting (both digital and traditional), journaling, reading, roller skating, woodworking, video game design, insect collecting, fish keeping, programming and dancing

Favorites

- favorite food - stir Frye and rice

- favorite drink - fruit flavored water or fruit punch

- Favorite color - orange or just anything fall related

- Favorite animal - beta fish

- Favorite aesthetic - artist, cozy core or dark academia

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her many fishes, with her largest being a koi fish she calls sindel

Full name : skye renato mora

Nicknames : Skyfall, sky-sky, skyler, breezy, cloudy

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Bi + Bi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Leonardo in season 1, 2 and the movie. Also she is just a few months younger than her sister Marcy)

Birthday : August 7th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : rectangle leaning slightly hourglass

Eye color : greenish brown

Skin : warm reddish brown with a heart shaped birth mark on her left shoulder blade

Hair : short wavy almost curly black hair that stops at her shoulders, usually keeps it half up half down

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets butterflies and types of bats tattooed Along her arms, across her back and down to her hips

Personality traits - Confident, laid back, fun-loving, impulsive

Likes : skateboarding and customizing them with stickers, space and stargazing, sitting on the rooftop listening to music, playing guitar

Hobbies - roller skating, skateboarding, video games, singing, playing instruments such as the keyboard or guitar, stargazing, swimming, writing, surf boarding, parkour, volleyball, listening to music, collecting records and cds, customizing things

Favorites

- favorite food - empanadas

- favorite drink - soda

- Favorite color - green

- Favorite animal - Luna moth

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and skater

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - a tarantula she named godfather

Full name : Angie ciara mora

Nicknames : Angela, cupcake, angel, Angelica, Angie-pie, Angelina, angette

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Pan + Pan

Age : 20 (*aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Michelangelo in season 1, 2 and the movie*)

Birthday : June 5th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’4

Body type : pear leaning round

Eye color : warm green

Skin : warm golden brown

Hair : waist length curly dark brown hair, usually keeps it up in a bun but her hairstyle tends to change based on how she feels each day

Ear piercings: yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets a bunch of different cute tattoos across her arms and scattered randomly throughout her body

Personality traits - Sweet, energetic, imaginative, feisty

Likes : soft things, anime, drawing or just art forms of any kind, scrapbooking, baking and cooking, collecting manga, fairy lights, being with her friends and family, naps

Hobbies - baking, cooking, collecting manga, watching anime, skateboarding, video games, exploring abandoned buildings or places, hair styling, collecting plushies, drawing, trying new forms of art, DIY, making jewelry, hiking, bird watching

- favorite food - fruit pancakes

- favorite drink - strawberry boba tea

- Favorite color - pink

- Favorite animal - pika

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and soft core

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Marcy and Skye, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - three rats named peach, Daisy and Rosalie and her horse sugar

#rottmnt ocs #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ocs #writing stuff #oc : sunny #oc : marcy #oc : Skye #oc : Angie #oc moodboard #picrew

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hannahwatcheshorror · 8 months ago

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A CURE FOR WELLNESS (2016)

Stunning visuals and cinematography. The scenes and colors are so soothing, everything is so beautiful, just the glasses of water look incredible. Wild ride from start to finish. Creepy, weird, odd, and strangely fairytale like? Save for the medical aspects of it and the violence and blood… This movie is pretty fucking wonderful. I was grinning violently by the end. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys artistic horror but still wants a story to follow. (For more artistic horror films see MIDSOMMAR review)

⭐⭐⭐.5

Blue eyed baby boy is a young Wall Street gent, goes into a castle in the mountains to fetch a partner from the spa (as one does). Has a freak accident that causes him to become a patient of the sanatorium and hobbles around on his broken leg for more than half the film.

Beautiful as it may be, this place is creepy as hell, but there is a girl named Hannah! She has no eyebrows, but does have great tittle litties. Hannah is special and Hannah No Eyebrows is also special. Her and Blue Eyes try to escape but never get to pass GO or collect 200 dollars (or whatever currency they use here, I believe that it's teeth). Also eels are everywhere. In your drinks, in your blood, and obviously in the toilet.

Daddy dearest finds his daughter of age and, due to historical significance or indifference, he is inclined to sleep with her so they can have the third inbred child of this line. Hannah No Eyebrows, shockingly, doesn't wanna fuck her dad. He responds like anyone would by deeply smelling her vagina (something that will stay with me long past watching the film). Blue Eyes comes around to set dad on fire (because the first time it didn't really take) but is chucked down a set of stairs. It is up to our beautiful Hannah to stab a shovel into papas head and send him swimming with the fishes, I mean eels.

Fire cleanses the rest of the damned place while the unwell dance. Blue Eyes and Hannah No Eyebrows escape via bicycle and he is offered his old position at work�� He declines and rides away grinning like a madman, covered in blood. Truly a fairytale ending.

-----------------------HANNAH WATCHES HORROR--------------------

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oskarlevant · 1 year ago

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What The Young Man Should Know, 1933. A checklist for becoming a proper man.

What A Young Man Should Know, 1933. A checklist for becoming a proper man.