#david ur an idiot i love u

[maximus-gluteus]

nothing to see here

[heyybaejjk]

SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

Pairing: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

Summary: Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent.

warnings/notes: I haven't read the comics, so its OOC Miguel :( mb gng. not much of reader x miguel just yettt. profanity, awkward moment

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Everyone at school loves Multicultural day: The day where students are able to showcase a few variations from their culture, whether it be food, a dance, or a song. The day Multicultural day was announced, students who chose to participate in performing had 3 weeks to come up with something to show on the day.

Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent. Every day since the announcement, his friends in their shared group chat sent a daily reminder to Miguel, and Miguel only, knowing his anti-social ass wouldn't show up unless they annoyed him enough to do so.

(M.Ohara_99) mahi_sniffer has mentioned you in pussy eaterssssss

Miguel groans at his phone in his hand, as he pushes the trolley in front of him even faster, speeding up so his mother that was beside wouldn't see his lit up notification. Swiftly typing with one hand.

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 usi, you coming tmr?

M.Ohara_99: David, what the hell have I told you about our group chat name? My mum can see everything you type.

M.Ohara_99: I know what usi means. I've hung out around you idiots to know enough.

mahi_sniffer: mann 😞 it was fun when you were a plastic samoan mig

M.Ohara_99: I'm not Samoan

aluaigioukae: usi is a Tongan word stupid ass

mahi_sniffer: ohh u right

aluaigioukae: HOW DO YK NOT KNOW LOL UR TONGAN URSELF

mahi_sniffer: mb, thats what happens when im around your samoan speaking ass missus too much HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: stfu

mahi_sniffer: ilyt

mahi_sniffer: ANYWAY.

mahi_sniffer: miguel bruh, come tmr pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: i'll buy you food

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: YOU DIDNT LET ME FINISH MF.

mahi_sniffer: as i was saying 🌝

mahi_sniffer: I'll buy you food for a week, even at our expensive and very overpriced canteen because you're my bestest friend in the world and because kiuga is a dog😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

aluaigioukae: WHAT DID I DO

M.Ohara_99: okay. see you tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: IT WOKRED.

aluaigioukae: worked***

mahi_sniffer: fuck uppp, bet ur freshie ass missus can't spell that either

bololicker: can you both stfu

bololicker: @M.Ohara_99 I got you something to wear for tomorrow

M.Ohara_99: Nevermind, I'm not coming.

mahi_sniffer: YOU JUST SAID YES LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE AGO WHAT

Miguel chuckles to himself while smiling at his phone, abruptly coming to a stop when he feels the trolley crash into something. He looks up with widened eyes, seeing a bunch of packets and vegetables on the floor along with a basket.

"U-uh, fuck. I am so, so sorry," He apologizes instantly, shoving his phone into the middle pocket of his jumper loosely, making his way in front of the figure before getting on to his knees and picking everything up, paying no mind to who it was. Mentally cursing at himself as his knees click loudly, wanting to drown himself as he hears a soft giggle. He was grateful that whoever it was couldn't see his face, because his embarrassment grew even more and his face morphed into a little: 0-0. He grabbed everything and placed them neatly back into the basket before getting up and handing them to the person. Only to be face to face with her.

Fuck.

Manaia Fepuleai. The very girl that may have, or may have not piqued Miguel's interest since the very start of senior year. As well as year 11, 10, 9, 8, and 7...

Miguel found himself standing still in his spot like a complete idiot. This very moment was something he planned out as one of those scenarios he thinks of before going sleep. Always thinking of a plan if he ever sees her in public, that being: flirt.

"Hey, it's okay," Manaia smiled with kindness, sending a sense of relief down his body, though, he still couldn't help that little ink of a feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff.

"You okay? Hope my big basket didn't hurt you," she joked simply, covering her mouth with the back of her palm, the other hand holding the basket. Miguel looked back at Manaia dumbfounded. Looking back at the trolley he was previously pushing and the very obviously, smaller basket in her hand.

"Wh- huh?" He looked back awkwardly while she stood there with an uncomfortable silence, as well as an expecting look on her face. He stared at her for a few seconds with a straight face, braincells finally connecting and forming her words together.

"Oh- Ohhh!" "It was a joke."

The both of them spoke at the same time. She's the first one to speak, beating him and his cut-off apology.

This was going to be one of those embarrassing thoughts that makes him unable to sleep at night, indefinitely.

"You're so funny, Miguel," Manaia laughed once again, leaving Miguel unsure whether she was laughing at him thinking he was joking as well, but it didn't matter anymore. The somewhat awkward tension was gone, he thinks.

"So! Tomorrow.. Multicultural day, yaaaayyyyy.." Miguel slowly stretches the words while making jazz hands, smiling widely as she tried her best to contain her laughter.

Oh my fucking gosh, what the fuck am I doing, Miguel thought to himself.

"You're coming this year? Normally you'd skip out. I remember the other years when you wouldn't come."

"I- uh- well, I guess since it's our last year, I see no harm in going, I guess... Never knew you were so observant of me not coming."

Manaia feels her cheeks flush, smiling heavily as she pushes his shoulder playfully. Both smile shyly at each other.

"Shut up! I've got to get going, but I'd be happy to finally see you tomorrow. Me and the rest of the girls are going to be performing tomorrow."

"I'll come!" Miguel responded a bit too quick for his liking. Taking one step back, realising his excitement and awkwardness made them both stand so close. "Sorry. I mean, I'll come tomorrow for sure. If my friends manage to annoy me enough to come." He gives her a sincere smile.

She tilts her head playfully, a sly smile painted on her face, "I thought I'd be reason enough."

Miguel grew quiet, too flustered to hide his bashful smile. "We'll see tomorrow then."

M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Disregard what I said, I am coming tomorrow.

bololicker: "disregard 🥸☝️"

aluaigioukae: AINGG SAY MUMS SOUL YOU'RE COMINGG

mahi_sniffer: whose ass do i need to eat to give my thanks , my daddy is coming after a whole hundred years 😖😖

M.Ohara_99: No one's. I'll see you all tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: you reckon it was his missus??? you kno whoooo LOLOLO👀

aluaigioukae: did ms fepuleai finally talk to you into coming to see herrrrrrr

M.Ohara_99 has left the pussy eatersssss

bololicker: LMAO IT WAS, IT FUCKING WAS SEE

aluaigioukae has added M.Ohara_99 into pussy eaterssss

mahi_sniffer: we shall thank your future missus for the wonderful magic she placed on you

bololicker: amen, amen, amen

aluaigioukae: MANAIA 🔛🔝 ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

M.Ohara_99: Of me.

bololicker: OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mahi_sniffer: HE UNSENT IT LMAOOO

aluaigioukae: I ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED IT GUYS, DW DW DW

M.Ohara_99: Kefe

next chapter

andddd thats all from me for now!! i actually enjoyed this a lot. dont be afraid to leave a comment :DDD <33

likes, reblogs, a comment and a kind follow are much appreciated 😊💞

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC!!!!! i hope u r havin a GOOD DAY!!! i came 2 tell u that a) i watched ep 18 of pd s2 and i feel like i lost all of my braincells. businessman vyncent you are SO fucking cringefail. “it’s time for my four o’clock piss” ????? they brought in tony from tony’s pizza as a lawyer. this was so fuckign dumb oh my lord. what even was that episode i think my brain leaked out of my ears!!!! this is a got damn sitcom!!!!!! i had to pause every few minutes because i felt like i was losing my mind. genuinely surprised i did not have an aneurysm through that whole mess it was so fucking funny and so fucking stupid <3 ALSO!! things from the episode that immediately made me think of u: the wiwi danny phantom parody at the beginning!! as soon as i heard the beginning of the theme song i was like “YOOOOO MAC GHOSTIEZONE MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE PROBABLY WENT NUTS OVER THIS!!” also BRIEF GILLION TIDESTRIDER MENTION 🎉🎉🎉 charlie accidentally did the voice he does for gillion at some point in the episode and i was like!! that is mac’s fish guy!!!!! the he!!!

also. b) i heard. that in riptide. at some point in an episode. grizzly decided to write gay smut and have gillion read it. and i am too curious for my own good so i found the episode and the timestamp and watched it. head in hands. Grizzly What Is Wrong With You. THE THING IS IT WAS ACTUALLY LOWKEY WELL WRITTEN LIKE HE ACTUALLY CAPTURED THE FEELING OF READING EROTICA WRITTEN BACK IN LIKE THE 1800’S. I DONT FUCKING KNOW HOW HE WROTE THAT OR WHY. BUT I THINK IT ALTERED SOMETHING IN MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY IN A VERY STRANGE WAY. THAT IS NOT HIS FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT NO WAY IT IS HE HAS TO BE LYING. GRIZZLYPLAYS WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS. I DONT KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT ALL I KNOW IS THAT I LISTENED TO GILLION TIDESTRIDER READ GAY EROTICA AND THE TERM DARK PUCKERED HOLE WILL UNFORTUNATELY LIVE IN MY HEAD FOREVER

and c) THAT. ASIDE. lookit the lil guy i bought yesterday :3 he is a cat…….. BUT ALSO A SHARK!!!!

i wanna name him wiwi. not rly for william related purposes he just looks like an el wiwi. fuckin itty bitty thing!!!!!

anyway i’m gonna watch ep19 today <3 i hope ur havin a lovely day i am sending u one million hugs in the mail they’ll be there in five to ten business days

AHAAAA GOD THE HEIST EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING STUPID I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THEYRE SUCH IDIOTS. CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GOT OUT OF THERE IN ONE PIECE. anyway . hi! u just met david how do you feel about david!!!!!! stupid idiot fell for businessman vyncent.

AHA I FORGOT THAT WAS THE ONE WITH THE DP INTRO. u know whats really funny. the first post in my pd tag is a clip of that intro. i saw that when i was about halfway through riptide and my immediate reaction to it was "oh god i can never watch prime defenders now. ill be too insufferable about it if they lean into the dp angle for the ghost boy" and. well. look at me now. funny enough i think the second post in my pd tag is a piece of mark winters fanart where i was like "man idk this guy yet but he looks cool" LITTLE DID I FUCKING KNOW. points at past me. his ass is clueless!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD. FUCK. YOU DONT EVENFUCKING KNOW. YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. THE EXTENT. AT WHICH GRIZZLY WROTE OLD MAN SMUT. THE FUCKING VISCERAL REACTION THAT CLIP HAD ON ME. I HAD TO TAKE OFF MY HEADPHONES A FEW TIMES. I WAS ON CALL WITH JONESY AND THEY WERE LIKE. no. no. coward. put your headphones back on and listen to dark puckered hole like a man. i hate it here. and the fact that it was gillion who read it OUT LOUD who is the like. EXPLICITLY ASEXUAL CHARACTER. extremely funny to me. peepaw getting down. god i love riptide it sucks so much this podcast is so unserious. theres no way this is grizzlys first time writing fanfiction WHY IS IT SO WELL WRITTEN. fuck!!!!!!!! fuck you for making me think about dark puckered hole. this is not a single occurrence btw there are MULTIPLE readings of this book. jay cannot leave gillion and chip alone for five minutes or gill will start reading the smut book out loud again.

I LOVE WIWI THE CAT ALSO.................... OH MAN..... LITTLE SHARK KITTY........ he looks squishable. activating my cuteness aggression i think i need to bite him.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

WEVE BEEN FED ONCE AGAIN‼️‼️‼️‼️YIPPPEEEEE🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I was in a painting class when this dropped,, longest hour of my life, my hands are still covered in blue paint as I write this

first paragraph got me thinking I should leave freelancer alone w Dr. Brachium 😳....and of course he's the cutiest sweetie pie,,,, my baby girl 🤭🤭

not kody bru cmon now. and OF COURSE he's freaky about it what are we doing guys. KEEP THAT WIERDO AWAY FROM THE BODIES I DONT TRUST HIM.

sunshine pixie cut? blue car? *VERY LOUD CORRECT BUZZER* (pls tell me it was a nissan)

ok.. I always write my comments as I'm reading ur story

my face dropped and my heart just fucking sank,,,, kody what the fuck

I feel nauseous- that line just gave me whiplash....the rainstrom..I'm on the floor

it's these little details that make your writing so immersive for me. LMAO U DIDNT EVEN PUT HIM IN THE TAGS 😭😭 get clapped idiot hope they leave ur ass in a burning building

I was fortunately remedied by caelum content even thought its sad he's much better off w gavin and FL. BUT OKAYYYYY GAVIN 🤑🤑🤑🤑 4 DIGITS????

FL taking charge on checking tank, yeah girl this is what I'm talking about ++ THE ADVICE YEAH GIRL THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!! ugh.. guys can we all just pinky promise to be super nice to eachother and not be evil and we'll hold hands and get ice-cream and watch silly movies and-

AND DESPITE WHAT EVER THE FUCK IS HAPPENING FL is still talking about hot men,,,, same Freelancer,,, same 🫂🫂

the story just gets better and juicier with every upload, another great read keep it up bestie!!!!!

-🦀

Happy to provide for you my friend!! I'm so honored that this fic has you so excited!!

Oh yes, Freelancer is a giant flirt and pretty much spends all of their time observing how attractive the people around them are. Person after my own heart, when they see somebody hot, they are ogling.

Yeeaaaahhhh Kody is a creep. He's supposed to give "no empathy for the dead people" and he finds the fact that Brachium has so much empathy a little bit funny?? He just thinks it's stupid to talk to the bodies. Brachium is used to that, though. Some of his colleagues believe that it's unprofessional, but Brachium finds it to be a central part of his process when it comes to dealing with his job. He can't separate himself emotionally from death, so he has to plunge himself into the acceptance of it head first.

Thank you, thank you, I love a manic pixie dream Sunshine for sure. For you, crab anon, their car is now canonically a Nissan.

I'm sorry for the surprise, but I felt that was how the line had the most impact. I actually forgot to put Kody in the tags at all lol I will amend that. Yeah I wanted to line to come on fast, since that is often how these things happen. That single moment changed a lot for Freelancer, and so it abruptly changes the tone of the chapter. I'm so glad you liked it.

And yay Caelum!! He's a cutey, even when he's traumatized and in shock lol. He's for sure better off with Gav and FL, and Gavin will spare no expense when it comes to Caelum. He makes his fair share of money and he won't let Caelum want for anything ever again. It does result in Caelum being spoiled, but that's neither here nor there.

Freelancer is Capable and once they past their insecurity, they show it. Their greatest strength as a medical professional is their empathy, same as Brachium. The fact that they put their whole heart into things. The person who can help Darlin' through this moment is only that person because they were victimized. They can use that for good now. Not that that's required, of course, just how Freelancer prefers to deal with it.

Freelancer WILL drool over a hot man every chance they get. And David Shaw is a very hot man.

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you're enjoying this piece buddy. I look forward to your asks every time I post. More soon!!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

For the book ask!! 25, 27, 29, 30! And I'm adding a question, what book/series would you like to be make into a movie or series (if done to the level that you love the book)??

Oh I love these!!! I got a little bit carried away, so I added a break🤭

25. a book that had u bawling ur eyes out?

The Stand! I’ve only cried because of 3 books in my entire life but that one made me stop reading to cry a couple times!!

27. a 'fanfiction' trope that u like to see in books?

Ooh, I don’t know… Idiots in love, maybe? Or friends to lovers (mostly bc I can relate most to that one haha).

29. do u annotate ur books?

Sometimes! I annotated The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto and used tabs on Vicious, Better than the Movies and The Two Towers.

30. give any 3 book recs to ur followers!

I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!

True Blue - David Baldacci (esp for Rookie/SWAT lovers)

Matterhorn - Christopher Reich

Smoke Screen - Terri Blackstock

Bonus question!

I’d love to see Vicious turned into a movie; specifically, an animated movie! I also think The Night Circus could make a really cool series if it was done well!! I would devour movies and series based on Terri Blackstock’s work, too! OH! True Blue would make such an epic movie!

book ask game

[chucktaylors]

Learn a bit about me with my top 10s, bc i'm sure we have at least something in common!

MY TOP 10...

• FACTIONS

Bullet Club: Mostly all eras, but especially the BTE era and the War Dogs era

The Elite: AEW version, specifically 2021 era is what im referring to, im not including this with bullet club, but i hold them close to heart

Best Friends: literal comfort group, everything thats going on rn with them is killing me. I talk abt Chuck and Trent more than i do my mother

House of Black: I've loved Malakai since he's started in NXT, and him, along with the whole group, are easily one of the most creative ppl in wrestling rn

Bullet Club Gold: I'm not including them with bullet club either bc this ones a lil diff. Im in love with all of them ...

United Empire: Will, Kyle, Mark, and TJP have my hearts. nothing less, nothing more

The Dark Order: Underrated, funny af, amazing merch, where could u go wrong?

G.o.D: specifically the Tama Tonga, Tanga Loa, Hikuleo, ELP era. theyre stupid.

The Bloodline: aka i just like tama tonga and tanga loa

The Judgement Day: Finn and Damien are pretty funny, and everyone likes rhea

• TAG TEAMS

The Young Bucks: number one young bucks defender for life, matt jackson is my legal husband, what else is there to know

Best Friends: yes they are here again but im talking about Chuck Taylor and Trent Beretta. Brain rot.

Aussie Open: Yo mark, tf u at dude?! KYLE AND WILL ARE IN THE CALIS FAMILY FOR GOD SAKES

Golden Lovers: no need to explain.

Lucha Bros: there is nothing not to like about them, im not explaining myself

Private Party: OH MY GOD IS THAT PRIVATE PARTY?!

G.o.D: idiots.

Darby and Sting: Darby was my first AEW love so we gotta rep

Chelsea Green and Piper Niven: they go together so well omg i love them so much. give them those belts back

The OC: i am the only person i know that finds karl anderson hot, so if ur out there and u get it, i understand you.

• MALE WRESTLERS

Will Ospreay: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Matt Jackson: he is a sassy drama queen that somehow got access to a mic.

Chuck Taylor: HES ADORABLE!! i hope he gets surgery and returns, i rlly love that man

Trent Beretta: His storyline and character right now is easily my fav current storyline, he is amazing omg

TJP: underrated underrated underrated underrated

Jay White: the way he talks puts me in a trance

David Finlay: i miss his white strip of hair, but he still serves cunt every look

Malakai Black: UNDER.RATED. OH MY GOD HES AMAZING.

ELP: idiot.

Tama Tonga: Idiot.

• WOMAN WRESTLERS

Willow Nightingale: i dont get how u cant love her

Kris Statlander: she is absolutely breathtaking omg and an absolute novice in the ring

Lola Vice: same damn thing i said abt Kris

Lash Legend: shes so funny omg 😭

Becky Lynch: Classic fav

Tiffany Stratton: Her character is amazing i love it

Chelsea Green: Same as Tiffany

Nia Jax: shes grown so much and is absolutely amazing and beautiful and hilarious

Rhea Ripley: Classic fav

Zelina Vega: ive honestly loved her since nxt, absolutely breathtaking

[bisamwilson]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

aw thank you for the ask <3

(i did this not too long ago here so here's 5 that aren't on that list, all sambucky as per usual)

religion (u can lay your hands on me) - M, 6.5k

He’s still not entirely sure how he got to this point in the first place, straddling Sam’s back and roaming his hands over his skin, but as he digs his thumbs into Sam’s shoulders and runs them down his bare back until he finds the pressure point on his spine, he can’t decide if this is a gift to be treasured or the world’s cruelest punishment.

Whatever he’s done in his life, both as hero and assassin, he doesn’t think he deserves it.

massage fic! i'm ngl i usually forget that i wrote this one? this was my second ever sambucky fic, but i reread it recently and i was like ???? i wrote this?????? hell yeah, me! lots of pining and bucky being an oblivious idiot

2. renaissance man - E, 4.4k

It’s a picture of an ass, and Sam’s eyes widen. They’d been sexting for weeks, sure, but they hadn’t progressed to pictures just yet. 

He blinks before he realizes it’s not actually Bucky’s ass, but one made out of literal white marble. 

davids ass aint got nothing on urs, sweetheart, the caption says. wish i was staring @ urs instead.

very recent fic! i wrote the first part of this almost entirely in bee's dms between like 7 and 8:30 am, and then the second part got written bc people kept asking for it! it was very much out of my comfort zone, and i'm really happy with how both chapters turned out

3. you were an army officer, and i just a rockette - E, 8.8k

Bucky buys a USO uniform, and Sam learns there are merits to being late.

this was my first smut fic ever, and i'm still really proud of it! i opened the floodgates w this one, i'll tell ya. anyways i still think abt sam and bucky both in that tiny uso uniform so often oops

4. tell him that his lonesome nights are over - E, 1.5k

Sam looks so pretty when he sleeps.

or, the one where Bucky doesn't always wait for Sam to wake up to express his affection

another newer fic! somnophilia was also pretty out of my comfort zone, but i'm a big fan of the consent conversation that happens in this one

5. la vie en rose - E, 6.1k

Sam ends up a contestant on this season of The Bachelorette. He finds one of his fellow contestants admittedly more interesting.

the bachelorette au that started as a crack fic and then ended up with real feelings! there's like,,,, a surprising amount of feelings in this one actually

[jannwrites]

ask meme: GROUPCHAT EDITION.

current groupchat name: diplomats of the bone zone. (the fruit chat)

[TEXT]: WORM OFF THE STRING, FIGHTING GOD

[TEXT]: i experienced years of trauma and all i got was this coupon for arson

[TEXT]: on all levels, Especially Physical, meatloaf is disgusting

[TEXT]: gender: collector’s edition

[TEXT]: me, in disgust: mormons...

[TEXT]: [timmy turner dad vc] mormons.......

[TEXT]: sir that’s my emotional support cryptid twink

[TEXT]: ur a certified pirate now.... all u need now is scurvy

[TEXT]: afab (assigned frog at birth)

[TEXT]: many frog vibes in the bone zone...

[TEXT]: all of my pets are commies

[TEXT]: who will win: straight father or gay frog

[TEXT]: [name]core is just. frogs and being too gay to work.

[TEXT]: i think david byrne in the once in a life time video kinda looks like [name]

[TEXT]: today’s gender is a live catfish, but tomorrow’s gender is gonna be an alcoholic baja blast

[TEXT]: my love language is ROCKS

[TEXT]: if a pisces tries to manifest in my home i’ll hit them

[TEXT]: cancel student loan debt and you get to sit at the kid’s table at thanksgiving

[TEXT]: the girl scouts are homophobic

[TEXT]: local caucasian woman goes insane in the target 2 minutes from her house, as opposed to going insane in the target 10 minutes from her house

[TEXT]: guess i’m gonna go to utah and commit a felony

[TEXT]: the bone zone is becoming the sleep zone

[TEXT]: if having an orgasm on the city bus is out of the question, the family car will do

[TEXT]: kermit the frog arrested for physical assault

[TEXT]: two fools try to navigate twitter in order to simp (2021, colorized)

[TEXT]: and the long awaited sequel, the fools simp

[TEXT]: every day the bone zone commits hate crimes

[TEXT]: mothma’am back at it again with the ass that won’t quit

[TEXT]: if i see a cat committing arson i will simply mind my business!

[TEXT]: THE VIEWS WERE IMMACULATE and so is my ass

[TEXT]: the bone zone is slowly becoming the simp society

[TEXT]: the physical vessel is a sham

[TEXT]: its MY rona and I get to choose to hoot and also holler!

[TEXT]: it’s MY rona and i get to pick the playlist!!

[TEXT]: FROGS BELONG TO THE GAYS

[TEXT]: can’t roast him for being pegged!!

[TEXT]: gender may be fake but our looks sure aren’t!!!

[TEXT]: me like gender is dumb but i’ve got an ass that won’t quit

[TEXT]: getting phobed in the back room of your local walmart [24hr] (gone WRONG???)

[TEXT]: YES IM A NERD. BUT IM ALSO AN IDIOT.

[TEXT]: her ass wont quit but neither will these HANDS

[TEXT]: meet me outside the cult pyramid!!!! full brawl beat down!!!!

[TEXT]: as long as he still has mental illnesses then it’s fine

[TEXT]: being a weeb is a mental disorder

[itwillbeall-dwight]

hi king,,, i saw u take drabble requests and i humbly ask for some fluff ft. the grandpas (overconti) if that's something u feel like doing. there's not enough ace fluff out there ;w;

me staring at this ask since last night like surprised pikachu.. tumblr user dweetwise give me ur autograph-

you are absolutely right, and it’s a crime that I haven’t made any content yet. this was more hurt/comfort than fluff, but there’s some cute in there, just for you <3 i rlly hope u enjoy this, it was a lot of fun to write!

likes < reblogs, any comments in the tags are appreciated

ao3 mirror in the reblogs!

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lovesick - ace visconti/bill overbeck; canon typical violence; tiny emeto tw; 2908 words

Preview: The two of them walked out of the basement side by side, Ace taking the lead to make sure the coast was clear before they left, taking the exit closest to them through the hole in the wall, heading towards a corner where a generator remained half-power, mechanisms slowly chugging from the inside. The soldier nodded to him, quickly taking over the lead and taking the long side over and leaving Ace to take one of the shorter sides, with the wires exposed. "Hey, Ace?" “Hm?” Ace looked up at the sound of his own name, odd coming from Bill, even now. “...Thanks.” “What for?” “Wh- what do you think?” “Oh, I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.” Bill scowled, though only momentarily, the shit-eating grin on the gambler’s face was enough to make him crack into a brief chuckle, even if it did make him a little (read: a lot) more punchable, before resuming work on the generator.

Ace was not the overtly romantic type.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He had the charisma to back him up, a backlog of dirty euphemisms and sultry compliments for him to cruise off of when spoken in a low whisper at the poker table, but that was only enough to get him one night of fun, maybe two if he pushed his luck (which he did, quite often). He was plastic flowers and Las Vegas weddings - the fake kind of love that you could easily replace once it got broken. And for a while, he was fine with that. At the craps table, you couldn’t count on a forever, so going from lover to lover was a fate he’d more than settled with. Hell, even if his engagement only lasted a few months (the man had some sense, at least - the last Ace heard he’d gotten hitched with another man much richer and happier up in Illinois), it made for one hell of a lie to cover his bluff for a losing hand.

Romance hadn’t been something he’d thought about a lot, in the fog. There were more important things to think about, weren’t there - whether it was those cocky kids from the Legion wanting to go for a swipe or the bony form of the Hag slashing at his heels, his main focus was on escaping first, and testing his luck second. That didn’t change, for a while. Or at least, didn’t change enough for him to notice, until, like an unstable cliffside, everything caved in and he realised just how much shit he was in. It was a gradual process, not like how he’d rush things from the casino floor to the bedroom day in and day out for years at a time, knowing that it was likely to be his only chance before they moved onto someone new and better.

Ace didn’t know why it was him. Bill was a hardass, a stickler for the rules, a self-sacrificing hardass who could just say was way too high up on his horse and leave it at that. And normally, he would. But this time… he didn’t. He watched the old soldier with intrigue, with the way he commanded the room despite them being in the forest, his biting wit and genuine strategy enough to straighten the backs of even Nea and David, and that was a task worse than freezing hell over. He would listen to the words he used, insults peppered in like salt to a cheap takeaway meal, half drunk and lost in the belly of the Californian night, how his brow furrowed and how his eyes flickered with intent between survivors, and how his lips quirked and moved as he talked, or didn’t talk. All these little details finally came to a head when he’d began noticing how his words would bounce off of him like glue to rubber, unfazed mostly - though one time, he got a laugh out of him, while making a joke about David’s recklessness as the two offered their assistance in patching him up behind a rock (“takes an idiot to know one, Visconti”, he’d said). And that small chuckle was all it took for Ace to realise he was in deep, deep shit.

While luck had always been on his side, courage had not. Ace had let his feelings sit for a long time, trial after trial, not sure whether to be grateful that he was finally yearning for attachment or cursing the heavens that it had to happen here, of all places, enough to the point where avoiding Bill had become as natural as breathing air. Wasn’t anywhere to run eventually, though, as a terrible trial in the Autohaven Wreckers, where generators remained powered down and Micheal patrolled in his usual, methodical way, had left the two of them the only ones left alive. Hiding behind a wall, they had been silent for a while, before the old soldier had pressed him about his odd behaviour, calling him out to the very centre of it. And for the first time in a long time, Ace didn’t have a retort - there was no shitty movie quote, no stupid joke he could bounce off of - leaving him stumbling and hanging slack-jawed as his face grew hot and he rubbed the back of his neck, enough to make Bill growl and start to stand to his feet, ready to take the fall as he’d done so many times. But as if on instinct, Ace had grabbed his wrist and pulled himself to his feet, asking him to take a chance, just this once. Bill had chastised him as he normally did, pulling his arm away as he did so. And Ace had swallowed hard and looked him head-on, letting his eyes fall on every feature of his face, before grabbing the old fool by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a long-overdue kiss that seemed to last too long but not long enough, hoping that that was enough of a message to say that he’d trade his life for Bill’s in a heartbeat. He did, evidently, meeting his end at the hand of a knife in his lungs, but behind tinted glasses where he quickly lost vision, he’d seen Bill running for the hatch, glaring daggers at him as Ace could only smile, and die. Words were said at the campfire when he got back, but the message had been sent, loud and clear, earning him another kiss back when the two were, pinned against a tree with the glow of the campfire on his back, an answer to the silent question that he had posed for if it was really okay to do this. And it was. 

It had been a good while since that moment, though Ace played it in his head over and over as if it was some crazy dream that he was getting to live in. Things hadn’t really changed between them - he was still just as stupid, if not more so, trying to impress the man who made the mistake of liking him back, and Bill was still as much of a hardass - but there were moments now that made every injury, every lost chase and terrible mistake, and every death, so much more worth it. The soldier shared with him small smiles, laughs and jokes and tales of old friends, his doubts and his anguish, but most of all, showed him a side of himself that wasn’t as harsh, a side of himself that was vulnerable, and kind - a bleeding heart, as it were, and that was the side where their hands interlocked walking back from the campfire, where they’d joke and slow dance and laugh like normal lovers did, out on the edge of the campfire. They had each other’s back, and out here, that’s what they needed most. 

Another trial was underway now, as one always was, and the forest of the Macmillan Estate was cold as it always had been, especially around the old ironworks. The atmosphere in the old factory giving off ice cold vibes of unhappiness and solitude. Ace felt a shiver run its icy fingers up his spine from under his shirt, pulling his hands away from the generator for a moment as his head twitched a little from the moment, recovering quickly with a quiet sigh before he got back to work. The trial had been rather relaxed, as of now; one generator was already powered (he’d watched Dwight and Nea work on that together, which was like seeing snow in July, as far as he was concerned) and he’d only heard a few yells of pain after that as he was searching around the factory through chests for a key (no luck this time) before hoping down again. Over the sound of the mechanisms powering up like a beating heart, the fountain behind him flowed, the sound of pure water almost calming, if not for the sign that the Plague was roaming around.

Two wires he was holding sparked together, and that was enough to get the generator to flicker on. Perfect. Ace stood to his feet and took off his hat for a moment, scratching the top of his head before he put it back on again, as if it would help him figure out his next move. As if just going for a stroll (the poor priestess was making this trial seem like a cakewalk, after all), he slid his hands into his pockets, beginning to head out of the factory-

Running towards him made him step back inside, pinning his back against the wall near the door, his heart lurching into his mouth. From out of the corner of the doorway, he saw Bill sprinting past, the tall form of the Plague not too far behind. Ace smiled despite himself, though that soon faded as he heard the gagging coming from the woman, before she swallowed down her own vomit as the soldier turned a corner, and then subsequently hit her with a palette as she tried to follow after him. 

With the threat gone, though that wasn’t as reassuring as it ought to have been, knowing it wasn’t far behind the man he loved - Bill was capable enough, though, so there wasn’t much to worry about, was there? Right? - Ace moved away from the wall and sighed. Better to head in the opposite direction of the scary lady with the sacrificial censor and the terrible disease. But as he started to make his way towards the hole in the wall under the stairs, his eyes fell onto another set of stairs that were all too familiar. The whispers of the basement were calling for him. Ace swallowed, fiddling with the collar of his jacket. ...Bill had this, right? And if not, Nea and Dwight would have his back, surely. It was fine for him to dig around for another key, right? He looked around. No one was here to tell him not to, so the only other choice…

He descended the basement stairs carefully, a hand running along the rotting and misshapen planks of the old wooden wall the didn’t fit with the rest of the factory at all, as if it had been stolen and shifted from another building entirely. Those whispers of death were louder now, as he turned a corner and saw it, the chest at the back. Ace rubbed his hands together, hoping to channel some sort of magic to get this thing to open up. The gambler got down on one knee, picking at the lock of the chest while grumbling and talking to himself, praying for a key, or a flashlight to toss to the feisty young Swede if he saw her again. It didn’t take long to open, though nothing was waiting for him inside but a crusty old medkit. Ace stood up again with a frown, cursing Lady Luck for turning her back on him-

Heavy hands hitting the wall of the killer shack startled him, heart in his mouth. The Plague was probably already mad enough with how things had been going, he didn’t need to be spotted hiding out in the basement to make matters worse. Scrambling to his feet, the gambler lept for the locker just behind him, and clambered inside, hoping not to alert the tall, diseased woman that he was an easy target. But instead of sickly breaths and the sound of bare feet on concrete, the stumbling, heavy footsteps down the stairs and strained, pained breathing were enough to get him to poke his head out-

“Oh, shit- Bill!” 

The panicked whisper made the soldier look up, watching as Ace climbed out of the locker, leaving the doors to close on their own as he jogged over. Bill gritted his teeth, knuckles white as he clung to the edge of the wall beside the stairs with one hand, the other clutching his stomach. “Dammit, Visconti, what’re you doin’-”

“Don’t matter. C’mere.”

“No- get off me, dammit.” He tried to swat the gambler away, but lost his balance as he did and slipped from under his feet, yelling quietly as Ace rushed to grab him and help him stand, his hand grabbing hard at the side Bill was holding.

“Ah, shit- sorry, babe. Come on, there’s a medkit over here-”

“Oh, of course you were fuckin’ around in here-”

“You want the help or not?”

Bill paused, about to open his mouth again before catching the look on Ace’s face, an oddly solemn frown that seemed out of place, before sighing in resignation, if only to see the small smirk that overtook the other man as he led him over to the chest, letting him lean against the locker and slide down to sit.

“You’ll thank me later, trust me.”

“Just get it done.”

Ace nodded, taking the medkit out of the chest and opening it up, fishing through what little supplies were in there to try and help, hands shaking ever so slightly. For as long as the two of them had been here, you’d think he’d be used to this by now - but he was as cowardly at heart as always, it seemed.

He wasn’t an expert medic, but in the fog, you had to adapt fast, so Ace had picked up a few things from watching Claudette patch people up (and watch Nea complain about how wrong it was, but even he would doubt her judgement in that department), enough that he thought he was doing a pretty good job as he slowly wrapped the gauze around Bill’s torso, watching at the heavy bruising was slowly covered, and listening for a wince of pain every so often to tell him he was doing it a little too tight. Ace glanced up to him as his glasses fell down his face from looking down, just catching the soft expression he was giving before he grumbled and look away, making the gambler chuckle to himself as he finished tying off the gauze, moving his hand to gently hold his shoulder.

“She get you up there?”

Bill looked back again, an eyebrow raised.

“Vomit Queen up there. You caught anythin’?”

“Oh, hell no. Saw Karlsson instead, went after her ass. Considerin’ the run around she’s been givin’ her, ain’t surprised.” He paused, trying to push himself up now. “I gotta help her-”

“Aht, aht. Down, boy.” Ace put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down to sit. “C’mon, Bill, she’ll look at you funny and you’ll go down if you go up there again, ‘Sides, Nea ain’t a damsel. A few more minutes, yeah?”

“And Dwight?”

“He’s no idiot either. He’s our leader for a reason.”

He stared, before looking away again.

“We’ve talked about this, Bill. I know you gotta stick your neck out for everyone else, but you can only go so far.”

He didn’t say anything else, but from the way he tapped his fingers against the concrete floor, he wasn’t happy about it.

“There… no worries, you old coot, I got you.” Ace laughed as he got a punch to the chest, moving to hold a hand where the impact had been made, expression going soft as Bill laughed too, albeit it was quieter. He stood to his feet and wiped the dust and blood off of his knees where he’d been kneeling before offering the soldier a hand, which he took, helping him stand to his feet with only minor wobbling. "You good?"

"Yeah... yeah. Just... give me a second."

"Take all the time you need."

The soldier kept his grip tight in Ace's hand, sighing to himself before he went to move his hand away.

Though Ace kept his grip, if only to bring the hand up to his lips and gently kissed Bill’s knuckles, skin old and weathered on his lips, before pulling away and running his thumb across them. “Now come on. We've got a trial to finish."

The two of them walked out of the basement side by side, Ace taking the lead to make sure the coast was clear before they left, taking the exit closest to them through the hole in the wall, heading towards a corner where a generator remained half-power, mechanisms slowly chugging from the inside. The soldier nodded to him, quickly taking over the lead and taking the long side over and leaving Ace to take one of the shorter sides, with the wires exposed.

"Hey, Ace?"

“Hm?” Ace looked up at the sound of his own name, odd coming from Bill, even now.

“...Thanks.”

“What for?”

“Wh- what do you think?”

“Oh, I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Bill scowled, though only momentarily, the shit-eating grin on the gambler’s face was enough to make him crack into a brief chuckle, even if it did make him a little (read: a lot) more punchable, before resuming work on the generator.

They got out of that game alive, thankfully, Bill saving Dwight from a last-minute hook and the two of them shielding him on their way out. As the two younger survivors rushed on ahead to give their friends the good news, Ace and Bill hung behind, strolling back hand in hand. It wasn’t an ideal world, but it was theirs, and having each other was a hell of a lot better than not.

[hippohead]

I was recently tagged by the wonderful @jazziergin to list my top ten female characters and today I was tagged by the equally wonderful @anderhummel to list my top ten male characters so here they all are:

Also, wait - I am absolutely going to overthink this so bare with me. Also also feel free to ignore this as I will absolutely be rambling rather than listing.

1. Ann Perkins from Parks and Recreation. This slot is very easy to fill because she is my absolute favourite character, period. My whole heart belongs to her truly and if I could go back in time, I would go back to 2009 and let the Parks writers know that she’s a lesbian (someone let me do my Operation Ann re-write, PLEASE) 2. The next one is easy as well and it’s Leslie Knope, also from Parks and Recreation. Have I expressed how much Parks means to me? Anyway, ily to my favourite blonde steamroller xx 3. This is where I get stressed? I love so many women. Help. Okay I am going to say Abbi Abrams from Broad City because I am literally her and she is wonderful and fills my heart with happiness. 4. Can I say characters from novels or are we just doing shows? I am making up the rules and I say I can so: Anne Elliot from Persuasion by Jane Austen. i love u, u pining idiot, i do! 5. And continuing with making up the rules, I am going to do movies, too: Catherine Stewart of Cutie Pies from Amy Poehler’s film directorial debut, Wine Country (2019). If you haven’t already, watch this film and then agree with me that Cath & Tammy are in love and then read my fic about it 6 & 7. Okay the next two are both from Glee and I adore them: Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen Chang. I wish we got more and I’m grateful for everything we were given 8 & 9. Paris Geller and Lorelai Gilmore from Gilmore Girls. Paris falls into the same category as Ann in the sense that she, too, is a lesbian! or at least sapphic. ASP let me chat to you! And, I mean, Lauren Graham? Need I say more? 10. Last spot goes to Valencia Perez from Crazy Ex Girlfriend. Honestly I LOVE all the women on that show but Valencia has my heart the most (don’t worry Paula, ur right there too xx) and her s4 storyline? thank you to god (Rachel Bloom) for that amen

1. This spot belong to Kurt E. Hummel and as it should! God, I just adore him so much and I WILL get emotional if I get into it too much so I won’t but. he’s number one and that’s important. 2. I feel like a monster for not immediately putting Blaine but if I am being totally honest, number two spot belongs to Patrick Brewster in my heart. Watching Schitt’s Creek was such a special experience for me and meeting Patrick for the first time and watching his arc unfold was so very, very important to me.  3. Ok and NOW it is time for Kurt’s HUSBAND Blaine Devon Anderson. what a dummy! i love him so much! My relationship with is Blaine is this: Blaine is Mona-Lisa Saperstein saying, “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life” and I am Dr. Saperstein saying, “I know this, and I love you” 4. For legal reasons, I have to put the ice clown himself, Ben Wyatt from Parks and Recreation, here because, like, are you kidding me? That man is the ONLY man. i love u calzone-boy xo 5. I keep splitting up the husbands and I’m so sorry but David Rose from Schitt’s Creek because he’s everything and also a mess and I love him. 6. WILL COOPER I LOVE YOU. Ok I almost forgot about Will for a hot sec but I take back what I said when I said that Ben Wyatt is the only man because there are two men and the second one is Will Cooper from Single Parents (rip to my little heart sitcom i miss you dearly every single day) 6. Mr. Darcy but SPECIFICALLY Colin Firth’s Darcy from the 1995 BBC miniseries of Pride and Prejudice. I would die for that man.  7. Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place for being a Hot Mess and relatable and listen,,, William Harper Jackson can Get It  8. I must not forget my moody diner-owner Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. If I knew that man in real life I would simply have to shake some sense into him sometimes but alas, I cannot blame Luke for ASP’s downfalls and really what I must do is listen to my heart and my heart say ily Luke Danes.  9. I’m going to give this one to Burt Hummel because I love him. Everybody else was just playing around but Mike O’Malley was doing the most.  10. I’m running out of men so... Remus Lupin, because even though we don’t acknowledge the terf, this man has lived in my heart since the Prisoner of Azkaban book release and that’s special.

I... apologise. It’s just that when I’m given an opportunity to talk about something I love I tend to take it and run with it and, anyway, feel free to skim this or not read it at all. But here is some of my heart! I’m absolutely going to think of people I missed and stress (already: Xena! Donna Meagle! Katherine Mayfair!) but this was fun!

[dweetwise]

Hope ur doing ok fam! Ok, can I get uhhh a David headcannon where he meets the reader who is a new survivor but is also British? And they just have banter and stuff? (Thx for doing this if u do it and u don’t have to if u don’t want to 💛 I’m also too chicken to come off anon 😅)

[ayy thanks for requesting! i’m sorry if i butchered these and they’re uhh... kind of crack-y! you didn’t say if you wanted shippy or not so have some platonic british bff hcs! and feel free to request a sequel if you did want a piece of dat ass 👀]

under the cut because long!

David and British survivor reader bff headcanons

David’s initial reaction when you first arrive at the campfire and start chatting with the others? Mortification

I hc that David occasionally really plays up his accent and pretends not to understand some American terms to make the others laugh. It’s become kind of a running gag and he’s worried you’re gonna blow his cover

“Since I hadn’t seen him in a while, we started just shooting the shit--” Ash is in the middle of telling a story to break the ice.  “--Shootin’ a-what-now? Right there or in the loo?” David interrupts, comically confused.  The others laugh and you look at David like WTF is this dude even--  “Haha wow y/n, do they really not use that term in the UK?” Dwight will ask, giggling.  A lightbulb goes off in your head.  “Oi mate, I'm pretty sure the lads just went for a scrap,” you 'explain’ to David, playing along in his dumb little game and amping up your own accent.  Cue more snickers from the others and Kate cooing over ‘another adorable Brit’.  Claudette, bless her heart, quietly explains the meaning of the phrase so as not to embarrass you while Ash resumes his story.  But your eyes are mostly on David who’s grinning at you like an idiot from across the campfire.  “Name’s David, what’s yours luv?”

From that moment on, you are his partner in crime. He makes it his mission to mentor you in trials and he always seeks you out at the campfire

Sometimes in front of the others, you have conversations in the most obnoxious accents you can muster up. You’re pretty sure you went Scottish to Liverpool to Cockney in a single sentence once. David loves that he can go full on Manchester slang with you.

One time, you try to whisper something to David, when Nea bursts out like “WHAT’S THE POINT WE CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU ANYWAY”

David loves talking about the country with you, and since he used to travel for his rugby games he’s seen quite a bit of it. It makes him homesick for the first time--but it’s ok, since now he has someone to share that sentiment with

He calls you luv or wanker depending on his mood--there is no in between

You and David, cussing out a killer that is camping Meg:  David: “Piss off of our mate, ya manky git!”  You: “Look’t this ���ere campin’ arsemonger!”  David: “Let ‘er go ya bloody knob head!”  You: “Daft, are ya? Bugger off already!”  The killer: (stares at you two confused and slightly concerned)  Meg: “Not this shit again”

You start picking up some Mancunian slang from David

The first time you excitedly blurt out that something is ‘mint’, David lifts you up and crushes you in a hug “YER proper mint y/n”

David is a terrible influence but he adores you and you wouldn’t change a thing

[this got out of hand holy fuqq hope you like it anon ily ❤️]

[sammyloomis]

fic writer tag meme

god damn yall i got tagged by @love-fireflysong AND @queenofbaws, flattered so i am not much of a writer these days but lets give it a whirl ;w;

author name: fudgeroach :V

fandom(s) you write for: almost exclusivley until dawn!! but ive dabbled in some azumanga daioh and danganronpa stuff, and if we go WAY back i used to write twilight fanfic,,,,, it never saw the light of day so dont even try lookin for it

where you post: ao3

most popular one shot: Hot Mess which is a story abt ashleys drunk ass falling out from behind the partition and foiling the prank and thus saving everyones fkn lives :’] idk if i was expecting this one to be the most popular but thats p rad!!

most popular multi chapter fic: the squad be lit fam which is one of those chat fic things where everyones just chattin shit in a group text. i made it cause i wanted to do something goofy n fun between more serious stuff but reading it back its kinda just.... bad... not too keen on my characterisations, they all feel kinda samey

favorite story you wrote: hoooo boy idk if i even have a fave tbh tho maybe Dead Air cause i remember bein really hyped about posting it. even if it doesnt feature the ud kids that heavily, i rly Love my ghost au n thought it was a fun idea to have a couple of idiot internet people try and tackle the story of the blackwood tragedy 

story you were nervous to post: okay warning cause its porn. Closet Boinking. as im sure you can guess Why i was nervous to post it cause its fkn porn and thats all there really is to say on the matter (tho it IS my second most popular one shot so,,, clearly u guys like it)

how do you chose your titles?: sometimes i like bein rly cagey abt it and making it some obscure reference thats like 10 thoughts removed from the original concept, and sometimes its just as simple as me not being creative enough and just slapping something last minute into the title bar

how many of your stories are complete?: 13/17 and thats only cause theyre one shots fghjkl i Suck at multichap stuff

in progress?: uhhh 2 i guess?? the other 2 are vague enough that i could stop em now but tbh im probably not gonna be finishing any multichap stuff hh tho Hopefully the last chapter of Grapevine

coming soon: uhhHH NOT MUCH TBH FGHJK i cant even think of anything im writing that ill actually Finish rn. i have a few bits n bobs laying around, couple danganronpa one shots n half finished chapters, but im not rly confident in my writing skills to make more atm ;w;

upcoming story ur most excited to write: see above

do you accept prompts?: ahh not really, not for writing stuff anyway. but im always down for a drawing prompt!! lord knows im lookin for ideas all the time fghjkl cant garuntee ill do it tho

top 5 authors: hhHHH i HATE pickin people i know, im always scared im gonna forget someone so, in lieu of that, just assume that if ive left a review on ur stuff it means ur one of my faves (but it we’re talking like, published fiction authors i love me some ‘david wong’ for cosmic horror and ‘becky chambers’ for gay n emotional science fiction)

tag 6 people: DFGHJ AGAIN IDK WHO TO TAG FOR THIS so if u read this n wanna do it go for it!! i think everyone i woulda tagged already did this meme anyway ;w;

[bagels-and-seagulls]

Hey, I love your fanfiction hot jocks David + Matteo bad boy 💞 I thought of something like: David invites Matteo to one of his games and he makes a goal and it's for matteo (and Matteo is like😳😍 and the people 😯🤨) hahah

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

“There he is! There he is!” Jonas said and pointed down to the field with an overenthusiastic shout. Amira smacked his arm down, hissing that people were starting to stare, idiot. Matteo just tucked his hands further into his hoodie pockets and slid further down where he was sitting in the bleachers, sticking his face into the neck and trying to ignore where people were, indeed, staring up at the three of them in the corner of stands. 

David ran out onto the field, throwing his arms in big circles before stretching them across himself, and Jonas shouted something out again. But Matteo wasn’t really listening at that point, instead being a little consumed by the way David’s shoulders looked stretched across his back in his jersey. He bent down to touch his toes, and Matteo felt his face go red when Jonas wolf whistled and nudged him with his elbow. Amira hissed at him for that, too, and Matteo remembered why he asked her to come along. David stood back straight, shook out his feet, and then looked towards the stands. 

He found Matteo pretty easily, like he always did since Matteo became a permanent fixture at all of his games. He usually sat in the top corner, a little bit away from everybody else, but sometimes, he liked to switch it up to see if David would still find him like he had a honing device in Matteo’s shoes, and he did. Every time. He would be able to look up in the stands and within milliseconds, he always landed on where Matteo was slouched, pretending he wasn’t there. Matteo used to be a little weirded out by it, the way that David tracked him so easily, but now he finds it kind of nice, being seen. 

David waves up and smiles a big smile. Jonas whoops, stands up and waves his hand up in the air. Amira even waves above her head with a chuckle at Jonas’ enthusiasm. 

Matteo just slinks down a little bit more into himself when he feels everyone’s eyes on Jonas and the people around him, when he feels their eyes on him. David keeps looking up, waiting for Matteo to do something, another thing he always does, and with Matteo’s face on fire, he pulls one of his hands out of his pockets to wave low at his chest. David smiles bigger, if that were possible, and turns back towards the field. 

Matteo has never found football to be particularly interesting. He thought maybe he would get into it because David loved it so much, because he spends most of his Friday afternoons now smelling turf and watching boys run around and take themselves a bit too seriously. But he usually finds himself watching the clock while he smokes a couple cigarettes or looking at the way David’s shorts ride up when he runs, sucking on the end of the cig just a little bit harder. He comes to support, he tells himself, though he knows he just comes for the view. 

The game seems uneventful so far. The ball bounces between the two teams and never seems to get too close to either team’s goal. The goalies look bored out of their minds, toeing at the grass in the box, and Matteo can tell that David was a little frustrated with the way that every time he has the ball, it ends up between someone else’s toes only a couple seconds later. 

Half time starts with no one scoring or getting close to it, and Jonas and Amira start rambling about what the team was going to have to do to get the ball on the other side of the field, about what David should do to make it happen. Matteo ignores them, knowing neither one of them has played a game of football in their life. 

He pulls out his phone. He opens his front camera and takes a quick picture of himself with his eyes up in his skull and a cigarette half hanging out of his mouth, Jonas and Amira both engaged in a hot conversation next to him with their arms flying around and their mouths a blur. Matteo sends it to David with the text, they think they’re the coaches. 

A text comes back quicker than he thought it would. He was honestly surprised he got one at all. Usually David doesn’t text back when he’s in the locker room. They could probably play as well as us right now. 

ur doing great, Matteo responds. 

You have to say that. 

i don’t have to say anything i think ur doing good

That’s because you know shit about football. 

i know how good u look running on the field tho

Matteo doesn’t get a response to that one. David probably got pulled away by the team or the coach or something, but he likes to think that he made David blush at least a little bit at that one, that maybe he was looking down at his phone with a shocked little smile and something red spreading on the top of his cheeks and one of his teammates catches him and yells at him to focus on the game. 

The team comes back out, and both Amira and Jonas yelp at that, having found a new enthusiasm for the team over the break once they apparently determined how the team was going to win it. “Come on, Luigi. Get on your feet for your boy!” Jonas says and tries to hoist Matteo up by his arm. He begrudgingly let’s him yank him up, ignoring the way that your boy makes him feel a little giddy in his toes. 

The second half of the game goes very similar to the first half. No one is really getting anywhere with it, no attempts on either goal yet. About ten minutes after that, they all sit back down again with Jonas and Amira grumbling about how they should have had it then and there and how the ref was clearly against them. Matteo pulls out his pack and starts smoking another, just trying to find something for his hands to do. 

It’s the 89th minute, and the stands are looking sparse at this point. People started leaving about halfway through the second half when it wasn’t looking up for any team, and the idea of watching a better game on tv was starting to look better and better. 

“Matteo!” Jonas screams and grabs onto Matteo’s shoulder. “I think he’s got it! He’s got it!” 

Matteo looks up from his phone when Jonas yanks on his sleeve as he’s standing up, and Amira and him both start screaming at the top of their lungs. “Go! Go! You got it!” 

David’s got the ball, rushing down the field with the ball between his feet and his elbows swinging by his side, and no one is even close. Matteo stumbles to his feet and finds it in him to even yell a little bit, too. “Come on, David!” He shouts, and David is just going, running like he’s going all the way. The crowd is cheering, jumping up and down, and yelling for him to keep going. The defenders are trailing behind him. It’s like he’s got an open field!

The goalie seems to perk up a little bit in his place in the goal, a little slow and sleepy from not having down anything except kick some grass around all game. And the delay works in David’s favor because he’s going, and going, and going, and he kicks the ball hard aiming towards the top corner of the goal and-

“He got it! He got it, Luigi!” Jonas screamed and jumped on top of Matteo, nearly toppling him over. “David scored!” 

Matteo gripped at his wrist and felt a little breathless, watching the whole thing in slow motion. 

David pumps his fist into the air and runs over to the side of the field, looking right up at Matteo and where Jonas and Amira are still cheering and yelling, tugging on Matteo’s sleeve like he wasn’t paying attention to the way that David is practically smoldering at him. He stops at the sidelines, brings his fingers to his mouth and blows and exaggerated kiss up towards Matteo with a cheeky grin on his face, knowing what he’s doing. 

The rest of David’s team comes up behind him and starts jumping on top of him, slapping his back and screaming in his ear. It doesn’t seem to faze him though, where he’s still looking up at Matteo, waiting for him to do something patiently as everything is chaos around him. 

“Did you see that, Matteo!?” Jonas yells. “Did you see?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he responds and brushes Jonas off of him, who just goes back to facing front and cheering some more. David is still watching, even with a teammate on his back, and Matteo feels like he owes him something with the way he’s staring right into Matteo’s heart. He blows a little kiss back, lifting his edges of his fingers up to his lips and pulling them in front of his face before he drops his hand to his side. He ignores the way it feels like everyone is staring at him when David’s smile seems to brighten up his shoulders, and his chest, and his toes and he turns to run back to the field. 

When he’s waiting for David at the end of the game, after saying goodbye to his friends, he checks his messages again, somehow missing one from earlier. 

I’ll look great when I score one for you. 

[jordieyeetveld]

hey hey I'm planning on making David "Dangerous Dai" Llewellyn, quidditch legend and idiot. he's early 20s, plays for the Caerphilly Catapults, and thinks everyone is out to get him. I would love the following:

teammates!! I kind of envision that the Catapults were kind of crappy and Dai is meant to be the "savior" of the team?? potential for tension!! disruption of pre-established team dynamics!!

a publicist who has to deal with this child running his mouth

a nemesis p l s. I want a Tom and Jerry type plot. they hate each other. no reason. just pure hatred.

just other quidditch players!!!

people who have "offended" Dai. if u say anything shady to the media he WILL assume ur talking about him.

Dai, anytime someone speaks:

[aasfandoms]

Current mood: dying in anticipation of A Story of Titans

ASKJDHASKDHASKHD UR SO KIND THANK U!!! This gave me motivation to stop fucking around and actually write, so here is a snippet for you!!

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David dove so Daniel did too. They swam between some large rocks and into a little cavern in the side of the island. This tunneled for a short distance, then ended abruptly. They surface in a hollow under the island. Daniel guessed it was remnants of an old volcano, based on the fact that there was a hole straight above leading to the surface. Light filtered in from it, but not much.

Overall, the cavern was dark. Too dark for humans to see much, but he and David could see fine. There was a big ledge where Daniel could exit the water. The walls were shiny and slick. It was underwhelming. “This is it? A dark hole in the ground?”

David pouted, pulling himself out of the water to his waist. “We just have to wait for the sun to get in the right place! Then it lights up!” He smiled, “you’re going to love it!”

“I told you, I don’t love anything.”

“You have to love something.”

“Mmm,” Daniel thought on it for just a moment. “Being worshipped.”

David’s smile fell, expression turning to one of irritation. 

“You asked,” Daniel teased.

“Anyway.” He smiled again, “when the sun comes through it makes all the walls shine! They’re made of really colorful rocks. I chip chunks off and bring them to my people and that’s what we trade with! Other people really really like them!”

“Wait-” Daniel grabbed a rough area of wall, “are you telling me…” he squeezed until a chunk came off. He held it under the weak beam of light trickling in. It was a deep red. Daniel couldn’t believe it. “Your island is full of rubies and you just- what? Give them away for whatever??”

David pursed his lips and tilted his head. “Well, we like them but we need things and the people from far away give us those things in exchange for these pretty rocks. We can’t eat or wear or build with them, so…”

“David,” Daniel leaned down to his level, trying to reason with him. “These are valuable. Humans love them. Nations go to war for shiny rocks, okay? This island has an incredibly valuable commodity and I’m a little worried you’re underselling it.”

“I don’t understand?”

“How much stuff do you get for a rock this big?”

“Oh, I don’t know. A few things. The French give us some sugar and clothes for them, usually.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

Daniel looked down at the gem in his hand. These idiots were being taken advantage of, he was sure of it. They had no idea how much this shiny rock was worth. It gave him an idea. A way to put himself in a seat of control. To make them rely on him far more than they did David. Oh, it was brilliant. “Let’s get back to the village. I think your people are being cheated.”

[emersonseyeball]

the always lovely @kadygrants tagged me to spell my url with song titles. i swear i need to get a shorter url bc of stuff like this (ily)

i - idiot prayer by nick cave and the bad seeds)

l - lifestyle by mason love (y’all should go stream him he’s a really small artist with great vocals)

l - lilo by the japanese house

u - unsaid by flor

s - sleep by my chemical romance

i - i wanna live in your bedroom by david ramirez

o - orpheus under the influence by the buttertones

n - no children by the mountain goats

o - only you by yoke lore

f - fireside by arctic monkeys (don’t @ me you know it’s good)

m - marceline by willow

y - you by keaton henson

s - sweet hibiscus tea by penelope scott (another small artist y’all should stream the fuck out of)

e - eat your heart out by saint motel

l - lonely star by oh wonder

f - friday night big screen by girli

and i’m going to tag @scorpiasun @crostiina @pextuple and @haesiel ! also anyone else who wants to do it should bc ur music taste is probably great