#did you know braincells can have soulmates

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Look at them working so hard 💋

[cheeseceli]

With a hyper s/o

Pairing: Ot8 skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: hihi! i loved your skz with a quiet s/o! is it okay if i request skz with a extroverted and loud s/o? thank you!

Warnings: not proofread

A/n: stray kids comeback soon!! So excited what | fundraiser

Bang Chan

Honestly he gets a little bit worried every time you start to jump and run around lmao, but it's just his protective side showing out. He'd do everything to keep the smile on your face. The boys also are glad you are in his life, as since you came along he seems more carefree, like he can relax a bit more. Maybe you being so alive made him decide to live more as well.

Lee Know

Absolute chaos. When he is on those "I'll just start screaming and let's see what happens" moments, you both become unstoppable. And if you're up to joining in his crazy ideas, he might as well just have found the love of his life. But when he's on his calmer moments, he loves to just hear you talk about anything or just admire you. He finds you so endearing and loveable.

Changbin

I feel like you have scared him quite a few times by being loud but then he's being louder and you just click so well lmao. The boys love him, love you and love you both as a couple but they'd be rolling their eyes whenever you two got together😭 I feel like talking to him would be so easy too. Conversation just comes and goes so normally, you wouldn't even have to try.

Hyunjin

Honestly, he just loves how everything about you seems so bright. He can swear he sees colours more vivid because of you and your little habits. It's almost impossible for him to not smile along your antics and drama. Might even try to keep up with your hype sometimes (mostly fails but he doesn't mind that much, he just likes to see you be his sunshine).

Han

Yes he's an introvert but have you seen this man?? He's ready to set fire to everything most of the time. So this is kinda absolute chaos pt2. Such a good duo, you both share the same braincell. But when the situation calls for it, you are his vitamin and charger. And if you're the dramatic type as well, he's all in for that.

Felix

If Han is his sunshine twin you're his sunshine soulmate. Honestly, the room just brightens up the moment you two walk in. And people can always figure out where you both are just by following the sound of your laugh 😭 that's genuinely cute.

Seungmin

Teases you a little bit when it comes to you being extra hyper and happy about everything, but it's all in good fun. He actually finds it rather cute. It also gives me huge "If you dance I'll dance, if you don't I'll dance anyways" vibes (please someone understand what I mean). Most of the times he's wondering how you have such a big social battery tho lmao.

I.N

Honestly he loves to hear you yap. You always come up with the most random things to say, he never knows what to expect. And even though he doesn't say much back, you always know that he's listening. And it's even kinda cute because when he's only with the boys he'll randomly talk about what you said earlier that day. "Did you know you can hear a blue whale's heartbeat from two miles away?"

Masterlist | you'll probably like: with a quiet s/o

Thank you for reading <3

Taglist (open): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @isisjupiter

[abyssal808]

S1 Soulmate Au prompt inspired by @subbaculture 's prompt wherein "Eddie learns Tengwar just to be special and so Steve's been kicking around with "What's Kickin', Sexy?" on his body

What Tommy Hagan hadn’t been blessed with in terms of intelligence. God - in his allegedly infinite wisdom - had seen fit to redistribute into shoulder width.

Tommy, in turn, swanned around Hawkin’s High shoulder-checking every freak, geek and nerd into nearby lockers; with the kind of wingspan better suited to weirdly proportioned monkeys.

Hellfire members were no stranger to it. Two weeks ago Hagan had run into Gareth hard enough to leave a bruise. A “bump” with enough force behind it that he’d bounced off the lockers and landed on the floor.

Which, fine, two could play at that game. Even if Hagan could barely get his hand off Carol’s tits to realize there were counter-moves to be made at all.

A grade A dick move, even if it was also incredibly boring and pedestrian. The kind of thing jocks who barely had two braincells to rub together saw as peak comedy. Giggling like a cross between a group of cavemen and a flock of pre-school girls whenever their ring-leader du jour started herding freaks like a neurotic border collie.

“Watch it, freak.” Hagan hissed, skirting around Eddie without bothering to shove him at all. Giving a wide berth to whatever zone of contagious freak cooties being Eddie Munson brought to the table.

Behind him, Gareth - blocked from the rest of the hall by Eddie’s leather jacket, in a way only freshies were short enough to pull off - buried a laugh in a cough, muffled into the heel of his hand. Not missing the way that even Hagan - the most infamous asshole of them all - looked ready to bolt as soon as Eddie waved him off in a jaunty salute.

Victory tasted sweet and electric. Fizzing under his skin the way Wayne’s Miller Lites would bubble in the back of his throat, whenever Eddie stole a sip from the half open cans in the back of their fridge. It made him stupid in a way those brief tastes of beer hadn’t managed to yet.

Being The Freak came with perks. An untouchable radius that left Eddie drunk with power. Riding the high of knowing that maybe Highschool didn’t have to suck all the time. That he could play at being a rabid guard dog for the lost little sheep of the world, rail against dickheads like Hagan and win.

Maybe he could use it to plead temporary insanity for what he did next. Riding the high into a really, spectacularly stupid idea.

Everyone had their words.

Eddie’s were tucked away, hidden along the curve of his rib. A curly chicken scratch that mixed print and cursive into a barely legible mess.

‘Is that like, yiddish?’

A weird-ass question, until Eddie had pulled an all nighter on a now infamous school night, falling in love with Middle earth. Head filled with nothing but the dark halls of Khazad-dûm, the sweeping boughs of Lothlórien.

Speak friend and enter.

Pedo mellon a minno.

He’d traced the words over and over. Thrilled by the lilt, the cadence, the beautiful rise and fall of consonants no one else would understand.

Setting his heart there and then on the dorkiest greeting anyone could have come up with. But hey, it was original, which was half the battle people went through when picking soulmate greetings.

He’d gone through several variations. Always in Sindarin, because why the hell not.

People usually saved them, tucked them far away from casual conversation. Bizarre phrases, always non-sequitour, brought out only for special occasions. That lightning strike of instant attraction. People you could see yourself connecting with. Hoping they would be a part of you as much as you were theirs.

He couldn’t see himself connecting with Tommy Hagan in a million years. Not even if they waited in that hallway until the heat death of the universe.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t terrorize him with the possibility.

“What’s Kickin’ Sexy?”

He yelled after Hagan’s retreating back, with its fuck-off wide shoulders; elvish mangled, but passable. Enjoying the rictus of horror on his face, going from anger to fear and back again.

He shifted on his heel, pushing Gareth further behind him in case things got ugly. Herding him back towards Jeff with little bumps, as both of them tried to muscle down their cackling. Nerdy enough to piece together the gist of what Eddie had been hollering about. Even if Jeff was better at Quenya, because he was a weirdo and a purist about that kind of shit.

All in all, a job well done, assuming Hagan didn’t flip his shit and start throwing punches to assert dominance.

Or at least, it felt like it, until Harrington - trailing behind Hagan - sucked all the air out of the room. Hands on his hips, a furrow on his brow, blurting it out without even thinking about it.

“Is that like, Yiddish?”

You could have heard a pin drop.

Panic clamped around Eddie’s throat like a vice. The same way Gareth’s hand, tiny and tense - he had yet to hit his growth spurt - wrapped around the edge of Eddie’s leather jacket. Pushing past the waistband of his jeans to claw at skin.

The side that mattered, one they both knew had those words that wrapped around Eddie’s chest. Curving towards the sternum.

Whatever face he was making gave it away instantly.

Harrington’s face shuttered and fell. A whole host of micro expressions that passed through in a second before he scrubbed them away. A pair of shaking hands that rubbed at his eyes and dragged down his face. Peeking at Eddie through a gap in his fingers.

“Jesus Christ it’s you; isn’t it?”

Behind Eddie, Gareth tugged him half a step back, nails digging into his hip. Little half-moon crescents he barely felt now, but would find later.

“Steve?” The waver in Hagan’s voice would have been funny if it wasn’t nauseating.

Terrifying, when Steve waved him off and stepped towards Eddie. Jerky and halting, like a puppet with half it’s strings cut.

“I can’t fucking believe this Munson. You gotta tell me if it is.” Steve bit out, with a wobble that sounded too trembling and confused to be anger. Even if it would come later.

It was probably coming later.

Anger always got there in the end, with boys like Harrington. Sharp comebacks and sharper right hook always winning out, spurred on by that bone-deep, animal fear of losing your place in the social food chain.

King Steve didn’t seem worried it yet though. Adding to the bizarre hilarity of the situation as he undid his belt and untucked his shirt to the concerned shouts of everyone left in the hall, witnesses to this trainwreck.

If Eddie hadn’t been convinced he’d died and gone to purgatory a minute earlier. He would have been convinced there and then.

As Steve Harrington turned around, bunched his striped polo up high and his khaki’s down low. Stripping down to show the athletic curve of a hip. The dip of a waist that looked small next to his swimmer’s shoulders - almost wide enough to rival Hagan’s - a scattering of moles that dusted across his lower back, framing his mark.

There, on King Steve’s back, bracketed by dimples, low enough to count as a truly slutty tramp stamp sat Eddie’s words. The swooping curves of Tengwar branded into his skin.

“What’s kickin’, Sexy?”

[sanjoongie]

𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅

👑Pairing: Wealthy born! Prince! Seonghwa x Inherited! Princess! Reader (f)

👑Au: Modern interpretation of Sweet Sorrow of Evil, royal au, modern royal au

👑Trope: established relationship (married), reincarnated, soulmate

👑Genre: smut, romance

👑Word Count: 2,294

👑Rating: 18+, MDNI

👑Warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, oral (m), aftercare

👑Summary: a peak into the life of evil queen! reader and guard! hwa reincarnate. their date night sure isn't private but what they do in private after said date is another story entirely...

👑A/N: this is for my small's birthday @smallfrye (modern! sweet sorrow guard hwa aka prince hwa au) this has been bubbling in our brains for MONTHS and i'm happy to put the first scene i tortured myself with into words so that you can read it. Thank you for being my braincell in this journey of our friendship. I am truly thankful for your presence in my life and i hope this fic shows it 😆

“Prince Seonghwa!”

Camera’s flash and click; all the cacophony that is due with a public appearance of a royal couple nowadays. You let go of Seonghwa’s hand, but not without some resistance from your husband. The tips of his fingers curl, indicating he doesn’t want to let go but knows what you’re doing. He sends you a small smile but then focuses on his public job.

He smiles and tilts his head, putting the hand that had been holding yours in his pants pocket in a pose. It was his job to look good and thus make the royal family look good. And he always did a good job in that regard.

“Prince Seonghwa! How’s date night?” One reporter shouted. 

Seonghwa laughed gently. “I was enjoying time with my wife, of course.”

The crowd of reporters laugh together as Seonghwa pokes at the fact that they in fact interrupted said time with questions and photos. 

Seonghwa informs a fashion magazine what his fit was dutifully. He brushes a strand of his bangs out of his eyes with a pinky finger and blinks and the camera’s click in quick succession. 

“Does the Princess like the long hair?” Another reporter shouts.

Seonghwa tilts his head flirtatiously. “Why do you think I’ve left it this long for so long?”

“What’s on the itinerary after this?”

Seonghwa shakes his head. “Oh, just some boring husband duties, nothing impressive. I’m afraid my social battery is much depleted now.”

Then your husband sends the longest, most goosebumps-inducing look that makes you have to bank your face but you still swallow in futile. Your court-trained husband knows exactly how to affect you in public. And he takes great delight in testing your public mask.

You swoop in to ‘save’ your husband. “That’s all for tonight folks,” You insist demurely. 

The yells continue as you take up Seonghwa’s hand and pull him to the car that’s waiting for you outside of the high-end restaurant. You both settle into the plush leather and take a sigh of relief being out of the eye of the public. 

Seonghwa’s thumb passes over the back of your hand, as if he’s winding the string of a fishing pole and you’re at the end of the string. “Princess,” he says your title softly but you’re not falling for that trick.

“Seonghwa,” You open your mouth to scold him but he places a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth to halt you. 

“I know. I won’t start anything in the car. But just so you know…” Seonghwa lets the words hang in the air to tempt you.

You stubbornly look out the tinted windows. “Yes, Dear.”

Seonghwa chuckles lightly. “Your tone might get you in trouble later, dear.”

You turn, head in hand, lifting a perfectly penned-in eyebrow. “Should I have not saved you from the crowd of reporters, husband?”

A polite, playful smile pulls the corner of Seonghwa’s lips. “We both know what really happened.”

You quickly glance towards the front of the car to make sure the window that separates driver from client is up and then lean over towards Seonghwa. With your entire back to the driver, you whine. “Seonghwa, you promised!” 

Seonghwa reaches out and runs his hand over your hair. His eyes travel over your face, your body, simply drinking you in. “You look gorgeous tonight, wife of mine.”

You sigh in gratitude, a bit relieved. “Pretty enough to distract you from the not-so-private date, I hope.”

“You know when I’m with you, it’s like the rest of the world melts away,” Seonghwa admits.

You grip Seonghwa’s hand. “I know. It’s part of the reason you married me.”

Seonghwa’s soft look twists into a darker, more lust-filled one. “And the other half?”

This time you can’t help but laugh. “Seonghwa, please.”

“You’ll show me when we get back home?” Seonghwa still prompts hopefully.

“Of course,” You agree. 

That is why you knelt before your husband, whose legs were spread on your thousand thread count sheet on your bed. You subserviently removed his designer shoes and put them to the side. Next came off his socks. You then stood up on your knees, reaching for his belt. 

Seonghwa’s fingers quickly grip your wrist tightly. “Slower, dear. You promised adoration, not a quickie.”

“Yes, Prince,” You intone quietly. 

Seonghwa lets go of your wrist and allows you to proceed. You place both of your hands on Seonghwa’s knees. You squeeze his thighs, that tense in response back. You methodically squeeze up his leg until you can see that he is hard under his baggy slacks. Swallowing loudly, you dip your head to mouth at the imprint of his cock. Seonghwa makes a low noise in the back of his throat and you take that as a sign of approval. 

“Your Highness,” you say conservatively. “May I remove your royal shirt?”

Seonghwa’s pupils are blown but his eyes are lidded. “You may,” he allows.

There aren’t a lot of buttons to undo, for Seonghwa had already popped many for his date night look. His jacket is already dutifully hung up in the walk-in closet, so all you have to do is push it easily off his shoulders. 

Your breath catches in the back of your throat at how tantalizing your husband is at this moment. His palms are flat on the sheet, leaning his weight back to watch you work your magic. You can’t help but linger as your hands caress down his torso, following the lines of his muscles. 

“This body is wasted,” you murmur under your breath.

“Wasted on what?” Seonghwa chuckles.

“You should be sold to the highest bidder and then fucked every hour upon the hour,” your mouth says without a filter.

If you weren’t admiring Seonghwa’s body so much, you might have glimpsed the slight blush that clung to his cheeks. “Dear one,” he drawls. “Your mouth is getting you into trouble again.”

You drop to your knees again. You lick your lips as your hands reach for his belt buckle a second time. “Let me keep it busy then.”

Seonghwa does not stop you as you manage to free his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers. You sigh dreamily at his curved, long cock. As your husband is a dream in of itself, so is his cock. You suck happily on his cockhead, swirling your tongue around it. 

With a loud gasp, Seonghwa’s hand flies to your hair, needing a handhold immediately. His desperate cries only fuel your hunger for his cock, as you then bob up and down his length. You let your throat adjust to the length with each bob, and eventually you can manage to get him completely inside of your mouth and throat. 

The room echoes with the wet, choking noises but it seems as if Seonghwa is feeding off them. “That’s it, dear, gobble me down, you greedy girl.”

Nothing tickles Seonghwa more pink than watching you give him a sloppy blowjob. The sucking noises only add to the way your mouth circles around his length, eyes trained on him. You don't use your hands; you simply let your lip and tongue do the work. There's saliva all over your chin and cheeks and the bed sheets but you know that's the way Seonghwa likes it. Seonghwa likes knowing you'll debase yourself for him.

You reach underneath your skirt, and rub your clit through your thong. You know you're creating a wet spot on expensive silk but the need to indulge yourself burns in your lower stomach. You let out a small whimper as your finger pad brushes against your throbbing nub. 

Seonghwa’s eyes snap open. “Dear,” he croons softly, dangerously. “The only pleasure you should be getting should be from wrapping those pretty lips around my cock.”

You whine around his length but remove your hand from between your legs. He's right. He hates the spotlight but goes on these public dates to satisfy your need to be among your people. And so, you rewarded his time by being the one to admire him. 

In this moment, as the princess, he is the only one who truly matters, and that's all he wants. Because Seonghwa, above all of his needs, loves you.

Like a flip of a switch, you find yourself pressed against the foot of the bed. Your head is held in place against the mattress. Seonghwa is on his feet now, almost towering above you as you’re still on your knees. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips and your lower half tightens at the action. “Be a good Princess and swallow everything I give you.”

You drop your jaw in anticipation for Seonghwa to fuck your mouth. It’s still a sloppy job but it’s in no way rough like you expected. Seonghwa simply works in and out of your mouth of his own accord. Again, it’s very much about feeling like only he can do this to you; only he has the privilege to fuck the princess’s mouth. 

Your fists grab his slacks, one clutching to each thigh, to keep your wandering fingers away from pleasuring yourself. The only noises you can hear are the small, desperate gasps as Seonghwa chases his high and of course, the wet noise of his cock sliding in and out of your lips.

When Seonghwa reaches his climax, he tosses his head back, showing the line of his neck and jaws. You missed his nose scrunch because of this but his loud cry as he shoots down your throat more than makes up for it. You swallow everything, or at least attempt to, but when Seonghwa pulls out of your mouth, a tiny amount squirts on your cheek. 

Seonghwa clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You get so dirty when we do this.” He absentmindedly captures his cum with a swipe of his finger and pushes it into your mouth. 

Dirty is an understatement. You know your makeup is streaked, dry saliva and cum all over you. You’re sure your hair is a mess and so is your underwear. You are definitely in need of some much needed aftercare. But first!

You shoot to your feet, slanting your lips across Seonghwa’s eagerly. “You did wonderfully, my love,” you gasp between kisses. 

Seonghwa laughs under his breath, feeling a tad bit shy after the complete show of dominance. “You sure it wasn’t too much?”

You shake your head with a small, happy smile. “Nope. It was perfect. Help me in the bathroom? I’ll get a washcloth for you too.”

You walk to the bathroom and Seonghwa can’t help but note how, even now, after he just fucked your throat full of his cum, that you still manage to walk as if you are in public and waving to a crowd of your people. You can take the princess out of the grace, but you can’t take the grace out of the princess.

The two of you clean up and then lounge in the bath together. You have your princess crown back on, figuratively of course. You’re checking all the social media posts of your date, official and tabloids, scanning all the comments, good or bad. 

“Wooyoung,” You say your best friend’s name in part astonishment and part scolding. 

You hold your phone up to show Seonghwa. One of the reporters had perfectly captured Seonghwa’s bedroom eyes as he had peered at you earlier. Wooyoung had left a comment on said photo that was bordering on appropriate. 

Ym_ooyng: i’ll be performing my boring best friend duties tomorrow 😉

“Do you have a date with Wooyoung that I’m not aware of,” Seonghwa intones, not being able to hold his tongue when it comes to your best friend of a prince. 

“No,” You muse. “But I bet he’s planning an impromptu drop in to get the tea. You know how he is, husband of mine.”

You run your nails along Seonghwa’s inner thigh propped up beside you and he shudders delicately. You try to remind him through actions that Wooyoung can say whatever he wants, but you’re still in the bathtub with him right now. 

Seonghwa hums in acknowledgement. He dips his hand under the water and lets droplets fall from his fingertips onto your arm. “Dear…?”

“Seonghwa?” You put your phone away and give your husband your undivided attention. 

“You think we could schedule some getaway time?” Seonghwa asks.

You cannot help but turn around in the tub to look at Seonghwa’s face. He won’t meet your gaze so you use a wet hand to push up his downturned chin. “Seonghwa, look at me.”

Seonghwa tentatively looks up, eyes bearing his soul to you, and then looks away. “Just a little bit of time. To get away from the cameras.”

Your heart wrenches. You know that he’s become a public figure simply for you. But you’d throw it all away if he asked it of you. “Of course. I’ll speak to Jongho, get him to figure out what would be a good time--”

“Tomorrow.”

“Before Wooyoung can drop in?”

A small, conspiratorial smile pulls at Seonghwa’s lips. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” You agree. You turn back around and settle into Seonghwa’s chest, tucking his arms around your collarbone.

Seonghwa squeezes his arms so that they’re wrapped around you. “Okay.”

You slowly fall asleep as Seonghwa rocks you gently, humming a mindless tune under his breath. You are in and out of consciousness as he drains the bath and bundles you up in a robe. The last thing you remember is a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and then your lips before Seonghwa mumbles, “Goodnight my fair princess. Sleep well.”

[fl3shm4id3n]

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Tw: Age gap (Johnny is 58 and reader is 28), mentions of fans/people being weird.

A/N: Reader is heavily inspired by Doja Cat, I may write more stuff about this. I'll read any feedback of any kind.

Masterlist

When the public found out that you and thee Johnny Cage were in a relationship, a lot of people lost it. Some assumed that the only reason he was in a relationship with you was because so that he could still be famous or whatever other things they say. All you both did was just ignore those people comments.

That wasn't the first time some of your so called 'fans' tried bashing you for the decisions that you make. Same with Johnny. He isn't with you because of your fame and money, you and him actually had chemistry.

You and him were made for one another believe it or not. You both were like soulmates, literally. They were times where you and Johnny shared a braincell.

The thing about Johnny, as much as self absorbed that he is. He actually a very caring and sweet person to be around. He also is very good at making people laugh and get them to be flattered. That's what made you fall for him. He is a himbo in a way, but he is your himbo.

He is very supportive of you. He knows how much potential you got and you should show share it with the world.

Johnny likes to listen to your music, he's the type to listen to all kinds of music. At times you may hear him humming to your music and even singing under his breath while he's doing something.

He may not know very much about music, but he'll help in any way you need help in. For example, if you're having a difficult time trying to come up with lyrics or a beat for your song, he'll try and help. He loves to help you in all ways possible.

If that doesn't work with your writers block, you'll stop what you're doing and do something with Johnny. Whether is watching a movie, cooking together, simply just lay together in bed, or whatever you can think of.

A thing that he likes about you, is how you call out your some of your 'fans' on their weird and toxic behavior. He's had his fair share of his strange over the top fans. But he's never really had the guts to tell them off. He liked that you did, that gave him some sort of courage for him to do so as well.

You and Johnny have blast reading comments and watching videos in how you have become 'satanic'. It was funny because it all started when you began to work on other projects, that aren't what you normally do. This stuff isn't new though, every time a music artist does something new and is successful at it, then they've become a 'Satanist'. That's old news, probably as old as Johnny.

He's goes to your concerts and even on tour with you. He becomes your personal assistant in a way, because he knows you like the back of his hand. He doesn't mind it at all, he enjoys being your personal assistant. (He takes your kisses as payment.)

He also makes it his mission to record all most everything about the concert, mainly you since you're the star of the show. His star.

Johnny buys your merch. He doesn't have a shame in wearing it. He'll wear it 24/7. Whether is a shirt, hoodie, sweater, socks. He wears it.

Most of his social media, is of pictures of you and him, sometimes mainly just you. He also posts in his Instagram story your posts about your new album or shows. He loves to show you off to everyone. (He's probably do that one Will Smith meme when he is with you in public. Specially when it comes to events.)

Johnny is a dog person, but if you have pet cats. He'd end up spoiling the hell out of your cats. He'd also refer to them as yours and his kids.

[florallylly]

something along the lines of princess protection program of 2010s dcom fame. steve harrington prince of a small italian-adjacent principality forced to flee the country when a military coup takes place.

blah blah he's placed with the buckley family in hawkins, indiana. what i Think would be funny is if all of this is going on and the upside down is still happening.

like steve is obviously not disclosing his identity to anyone except for robin and the buckleys. and like this would cause a lot of shifts in the canon timeline but in my Head . just off the cuff no draft no braincell just gut instinct.

thinking of a steve harrington who relies on tropey examples of what he thinks american "commoner" school is like. he comes off kind of ditzy and a bit out of touch, but he's also hot and charming so he's pretty much a hit.

maybe steve and robin having a really bad first meeting and in retaliation robin comes up with some convoluted story about steve being her out of control drug addicted cousin who got kicked out of private school and sent to hawkins as punishment. or like some type of story along those lines but unfortunately it just makes steve more compelling.

eventually eventually they become the platonic soulmates that they were always destined to be and robin moves to the little italian principality and is finally able to regularly flex her italian skills

ALSO buckley family characterization something found family and the buckley adoption of steve harrington like... well yes....

BUT back to the upside down happening.

like i kind of want steve to arrive earlier, but i think narratively it would make most sense for steve to be the new kid in 1983. he lives with robin, but they're not really on the best terms because steve just so naturally fit in with the jocks and popular kids from the get go. and like. he's a spoiled kid who honestly robin is projecting onto because her dad is away fixing STEVE'S country like... it's a little his fault.

the timeline goes on as usual except like? idk how the barb and nancy party would work out while living with the buckleys, but perhaps it would have been held at tommy or carol's in this world.

i think it would be Hilarious if robin didn't find out about the upside down until season 3 like she did canonically, but in my heart i know that if steve came home all fucked up like he was after literally Any of the Seasons (???), she would not have been able to sit still. like regardless of the level of dislike that's someone she's been living with and Kind of Enjoys being around (reluctantly). so robin would be in the know sooner or perpetually pissed bc steve is remarkably persistent in keeping his mouth shut

maybe could cause more conflict in s3 with the russians and possibly knowing his identity but ALSO possibility for some type of robin buckley slayage a la her father like.... if that sentence made sense to anyone then it made sense to someone

but i think i think the funny thing is nobody else knowing steve's backstory or situation, just kind of assuming that robin's initial bitter story about steve being a reformed drug addict was the truth. Lol and weird dynamics with eddie munson bc uh oh... is this gonna affect sobriety or like his comfort or smth .... moment...

but mr buckley coming home and finding steve and being like :P hey you can go home now :P and steve breaking down crying like he never thought he'd be able to see the halls he grew up running down again. or see the ocean from his childhood bedroom again. or talk to the same neighbors he's talked to since he was five years old.

and everyone sans robin being like wow didn't know like. fuckin chicago was that meaningful to u ... damn... were u a fugitive or smth bc u had a car and a license.

the prince reveal would have me clawing at the walls gnawing my leg off i think ... eyes rolling to the back of my head i have no way to truly verbalize this

[popponn]

hair and lovers. [aryu jyubei x f!reader]

notes: this is intended to be read with 0 braincell on kind of crack fic. nonetheless, i tried to make them disgustingly sweet. the only thing that ever came close to mortal danger is aryu's hair.

“I love you, but I’m sick of this,” you said, grimness lacing both your face and tone. A pair of grass scissors rest in your hand like a murder weapon-to-be.

Aryu Jyubei—who had been and shall be forever called Aryu so the bitch wouldn’t pull a hissy fit—your boyfriend, your roommate, and unfortunately probably your soulmate for life too, stared at you in horror. “My beloved?! What—”

You didn’t let him finish. “Shut up. Or I will kill you.”

Dramatically, in return, Aryu gasped, “Was it Itoshi Rin?!”

At that, somehow, your temper immediately went down. You blinked owlishly, confused at what did that statement mean and how it came to be. You gaped, “What? Huh? How come?”

In front of you, Aryu—still in pigtails, eye cover still on his forehead all while wearing the bright ‘#1 OSHA!!!!!’ magenta custom pajama Bachira Meguru once gave him as a birthday gift—dropped his ass to the ground and waxed a poetry about style, Itoshi Rin, betrayal, also something akin to hoes before bros. With the last part, whatever desire you had to listen to him immediately evaporate to the thin air.

“Forget it,” you began. “I will really end you.”

Aryu turned his face to you, flipping his hair like some shampoo brand ambassador in the process. Dramatically, again, he proclaimed, “My darling! What has come into you?!”

“Your hair and our ruined date photo that’s what,” you replied, approaching him in a casual and lax manner—that actually translated into a walk that was as menacing as Barou Shouhei when he entered the field in Aryu’s point of view.

At your answer, your boyfriend’s eyes widened. A flash of memories flooded his mind—your sour face after every outdoor date in the last three months, your bitter smile every time you stare into the photo album. Stylishly, he understood everything. The scissors in your hand was without a doubt a weapon to part him with his hair.

“Beloved!” Aryu shouted at you, both of his hands raising up as if it could stop you. Within his hearts, he steeled himself shall it came to no choice and he should use his athletic capabilities to defend his hair—

“Oh, it seems you get it!” you stopped at your tracks, three steps away from him. You smiled sweetly, as you continued, “Then, let’s get to the point. Either I cut it or we can just break up.”

Aryu didn’t steel himself for that.

“What?!” he exclaimed. Immediately, Aryu stood back to his full height. You, who had been living under the same roof with him for quite a while, didn’t flinch even for a second. But, then again, it was you who had a sharp tool in hand.

“What do you mean what,” you deadpanned, every trace of smile vanishing away from your face. A small part of Aryu’s heart shed a tear at such loss—however, it shall be a story for another time.

“My stylish hair is part of this stylish me!” Aryu cried out as his hands clasped itself on your shoulder. He brought his face closer to you, begging, “How could you even thought of such thing?!”

Almost instantly, your face turned into an expression that was both adorable and painful for Aryu’s heart—your eyes sparkled as tears welled up in them and your lips grew into a quivering line. “I want a nice photo with you!” you cried back at him, your gaze thrown away from his. “And I’m your girlfriend! Is that so much to ask for?!”

A part of Aryu wilted at your question. To think he had become a man who made such thoughts exist within you. “Oh, my Dear…” he trailed off.

You ignored Aryu, expressing everything you had withheld within your heart for months. “I know you like your hair—but, it keeps hitting me! Sometimes it get in my mouth! Also, aren’t you a footballer?! It isn’t normal to have hair that long! And also, you spent so much time—”

“My beloved,” Aryu cut you off. Smoothly, his hands grasped both of yours as he dropped down to the floor, this time propping himself up with one knee. Gently, he took away the big scissors in your hand and put it as far as his hands would allow.

Feeling the tender stroke on the back of your palm, you finally let yourself meet his eyes again. Aryu looked at you with a determination as he once again opened his mouth, “Forgive me for making you feel in such unstylish way. However, I cannot let you, who I love, part this stylish me away from my stylish strands.”

At those words, you looked like you were about to cry. Without wasting a beat, Aryu continued quickly, unwilling to let even a drop of tear away from your eyes, “That’s why—let me propose to you a deal.”

You blinked at that, confused. Aryu silently cooed at that action, but nonetheless he had an important thing to do. Aryu slowly grabbed a part of his long hair and put it in your hand, entrapping them in between your fingers and his and Aryu knew he had made the right call.

“My beloved, from this day onwards,” he began, eyes never leaving yours. “Would you do me the honor of styling my hair to your heart contents, for every day, every time I will walk away from this house, whether it will be with your hand in mine or not?”

As Aryu finished his proposal, never once did the confusion leave your face. From the outside, as the daylight seeps from the window, Aryu could hear three series of chirping before suddenly the sound of your laugh broke out.

“Seriously?!” you tried to say in between your chortle. Aryu tried not to melt at the sight. It was both stylish and beautiful. Then, as you looked down at him and tightened your fingers around Aryu’s hair and fingers, you smiled—this time brightly and stylishly, “Sure, why not?”

Indeed, Aryu was a very happy man who did not made any wrong choice at that time.

[cranberrykissel]

starting the reread, I promised myself I won't give Crowley and Halt any queer side-eyes for funsies

these guys made it incredibly difficult tho? I'm in tears from laughter

-> Here's this grumpy runaway prince helping out a guy he barely met like he's a damsel in distress (he actually is) not once but TWICE

-> Halt: Morgarath is after us? PLEASE run away with me 👉👈

Crowley: Naur, let's kick Morgarath's ass together💍🧎

Halt: yes 😉 (I still have some gold coins and I'm going to follow this chirpy idiot around bc I've nothing to do, not like anyone would recognize me if I get involved in royal business lol) I'm Halt "danger" Halt afterall

-> Wouldn't be surprised if they'd actually eloped in these few days between Tournament at Gorlan and The Hiberian really, based on how they act. Top tier married banter

-> MAJOR offense Halt did to Crowley:

1) drink coffee with honey

2) calls potatoes a funny word

3) constantly grumpy (that's not even true, the amount of jokes he played in the meantime?? Crowley are you tone deaf)

-> MAJOR offense Crowley did to Halt:

1) is a redhead

2) sings

-> They share one (1) braincell and I think Copper has it most of the time. Crowley's zero acting skills, Halt using the same name he gave Morgarath, and always getting away with it. Bonus a free meal.

-> Crowley "The kingdom is in danger" Meratyn and his "the world is beautiful with a companion [Halt] like that" 🥰

-> Crowley's in his early 20s and Halt who's 18 acting 45 (now we know where Gilan got this condition) due to chronology shenanigans! Really makes you feel like the series was written by a medieval annalist making thing up whenever he has no idea

-> No idea why Pauline doesn't pull out the "That's my husband Halt, and that's his work husband Crowley" card. Shame

they're legitimately written as soulmates guys, one can be a cheeky redhead and another an emo teenage prince so chill

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

For the choose violence ask game: 3,4, and 7 for The Sandman

Thanks nonny! I see how hard people lit up for the Choose Violence ask game and I'm like...you know what I gotta give the people the salt we've all clearly been craving 🤣

3 and 4 (worst take you've ever seen on tumblr/what was the last strae that made you block someone) I'm combining into one cause I fortunately haven't dealt with anyone actually harassing me on here, over fandom drama specifically anyway (yet). OKAY so you all are going to hear about the cold take I saw that lives in my brain rent free that made me unfollow and block a mutual in a fit of rage and bafflement.

Picture being me, a month or two ago. I'd recently followed someone on the spot cause they'd had such a good meta about queer!Rose headcanons. They followed me back. Cool. Everything's Gucci. And then I realize how much of their blog is Dreamling. Okay, I can tag filter or unfollow if it bothers me.

And then I saw them dead ass go into the part of the comics where Ishtar is talking to Dream in Brief Lives, and she says "You really don't like women, do you?"

(Which, ouch, but given his previous behavior, not at all an unfair comment.)

And this person's takeaway was, I shitteth you not, a rambling diatribe about how maybe the reason all Dream's relationships keep failing meanwhile he's friends with Hob Gadling, is that maybe...he's not that Into Women!!

Yeah. Seriously. Definitely not the emotional problems, lack of consistent communication and ability to maintain a relationship long term for various reasons, Definitely not the pride and anger problem that got him to send Nada to hell, which literally the entire arc of Season of Mists involved him trying to fix, no, all this can be waved away with what might as well have been a longer-winded version of that corny ass 2000s era meme "Sometimes a man...hurts a woman...because his soulmate is a man!!" And before you ask - no, this person didn't appear to be joking. I seriously wanted to believe it was satire but NOPE. So now you all have to suffer the knowledge that some people (because it was being just reblogged uncritically to praise) seriously think like this. I swear I lost braincells that day.

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but the way the fandom acts about them? Well...oh you know. Hobert Gadling. Easy.

Look, I was never His Biggest Fan for. Obvious reasons stated below, but he's interesting when you look at him as a direct parallel and contrast to Dream - both of these men/man-shaped beings are immortal and have done absolutely horrendous, unforgivable things to others in their long lives, between Dream's sending a woman he supposedly loved to Hell for breaking it off with him, and Hob's participation in the slave trade. And now, the question is...what do they do with this? How do you live with yourselves, having done things you can never make up for? DO you choose to go on living? Then again the critical difference between them among others - Hob has the ability to choose to maintain his immortality, or not. Dream doesn't - or doesn't feel he can safely choose to abandon the role he was born into.

But the sheer SCALE to which the fandom has constantly, utterly erased the worst of this man's atrocities, like flat out refuses to acknowledge they even exist in both show and comics (it would be one thing entirely if they cut that bit out of the show I'd understand people going feral over show Hob then, but. They did not so where's people's excuse) so they can push him and Morpheus into the mold of their ship is...honestly kind of amazing (derogatory) and has driven me to wanting to grind my teeth every time I saw the ship and eventually, him, until I recently finally wised up and filtered tags. And what also irks me - that they've taken OVER the fandom to the point where it's getting genuinely hard to impossible to go into the tags of any other characters including Rose and Lucienne especially without MOST OF IT being about them being sidelined as cheerleaders in some way for this ship. And if you tag filter and block then that just means their tags are suddenly vastly diminished or full of "this post has filtered tags" "this post has filtered tags" "this post-" ughhhhhh.

[ilthit]

Ruby sent me numbers from the choose violence meme, so here we go!

1 - the character everyone gets wrong - Shen Jiu (Scum Villain's Self-Saving System) 7 - what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? - hate is a strong word but I have mentioned: John Childermass and the Gentleman with the Thistledown Hair (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell) 22 - your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores - this one is from Mo Dao Zu Shi (the novel)

Full discussion under the cut.

the character everyone gets wrong

Shen Jiu from Scum Villain's Self-Saving System. CAVEAT: You are allowed to write him anyway you like, let him fall into whatever character slot you that pleases your id. I'm not a cop, you do you. I too have even written some SJ fic that I didn't think was in canon character (the Golden Concubine one). But. If you want to be true to the character as he is written in the novel. He is not gay. Sorry. He hates men. Hairy chests make him want to vomit. He's more than a straight guy, he's like a male lesbian. Yue Qingyuan is his soulmate? Maybe, sure, if you want. Yue Qingyuan is such a big simp that Shen Jiu learned to trust him, like he doesn't trust anyone else, and then he sucker-punched that trust right out of him by appearing to have dumped him to pursue personal success. Shen Jiu is an abused, traumatized alley cat, too proud and too fragile to let anyone close. Whenever he's tried to extend a hand to make a connection with another man, such as asking Yue Qingyuan to explain, or protecting Liu Qingge in a fight, those men were unable to respond the right way*, and he immediately retreated back with all spikes out. He has to be the strongest, but he can't. He needs to be in control, but he isn't, even of his own anger and fear. The only time he can rest is in the arms of a woman, or when getting to spoil and protect an innocent girl, someone who is not trying to take his place. Also they're soft and they smell good. And I just think that's valid.

You know how many fics there are with Shen Jiu/female character on AO3? Last time I checked it was two, I think it must be three by now. Honestly, just let Shen Jiu like girls. It's fine.

*Their inability to respond correctly may be part of the critique of toxic masculinity that is a major theme of SVSSS, which is why I quite enjoy the idea that an AU where Shen Yuan meets Shen Jiu, this could change, because while SY certainly has piles of toxic masculinity, he has proven through the narrative to at least be able to respond differently. Shang Qinghua might have done it too, and he tried, but didn't have the power to push through his System and circumstances. That scene in the carriage where he tried to save Shen Jiu is one of my favourite SQH moments, it made me feel for both of them. It still doesn't mean I think canon-compliant SJ would sleep with either of those gross boys.

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Hate is a strong word, but I went from feeling vaguely positive about John Childermass, the holder of the braincell in Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, to feeling vaguely negative just because the fandom is so much about this one character that I feel like all other characters get pushed aside. I get that to some people it's specifically the Childermass fandom and they wouldn't be here except for Childermass, but… hey.

In the same fandom, I went from being entertainingly creeped out by the Gentleman with the Thistledown Hair to not wanting to read any fic with him in it at all, because I worry that the fic will treat Gentleman/Stephen Black as somehow romantic or desirable and, again, I don't want to judge, but that creeps me out in a way that is no longer entertaining.

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

In MDZS the book, aka The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, there is a scene in the extras where Wangxian are enjoying their honeymoon and overhear gossip at the inn where they talk about Nie Huaisang's recent political ascent, and Wei Wuxian muses briefly about how they might not be so happy with him for long, and then decides it's none of his business and he just wants to start living his life now. This is, to me, KEY to the whole story.

In The Untamed, the TV version, Lan Wangji is said to be ascending to the position of chief cultivator, and I am sure this is because on television, they wanted to say: Look, Wen Ruohan was evil, Jin Guangshan was evil, Jin Guangyao was evil--but now a good man will be Chief Cultivator and so everything will be fine!

The book, the author, is saying: It is not possible to be the leader and be a good person. It is not possible for those in control to be benevolent, because power will always fall in the hands of those who are willing to commit atrocities to gain it.

Nie Huaisang is my close second favourite character, I'm not bashing, but he is cunning and ruthless and was willing to let a lot of people die to get his revenge. Jin Guangyao was cunning and ruthless and was willing to let a lot of people die to get consequence and still wicked tongues. Jin Guangshan… You get the picture. In the book, the Wen aren't living on a volcano making zombies for fun like cartoon villains, they have a prosperous city and seem to be generally okay kinda leaders until they started overreaching with the outposts. That's all. Greed, the ambition for revenge and to attain material goods and earthly power, leads inevitably to evil. The only way to a happy ending is to refuse to participate.

You couldn't have that on TV, because it would imply the government may not be on your side. 🤫

MDZS fandom is wide, I am sure I am not the only person to discuss this aspect, but maybe it just seems so momentous to me that I am surprised I haven't yet seen more talk about it.

[findafight]

WAIT OKAY I just read your supernatural st au and AHHHHH now I need that one too holy shit token human Steve!! Token human Steve!!!

Even here everyone’s just like I love him he’s a neat little guy he’s literally thrown himself around and been mortally wounded for the party when he’s literally the only human and everyone’s just like - him!!!! Selkie Robin and how they find out they’re soulmates!! Aaahh!!!! And that final line…… I am obsessed putting in my little request for a full fic when you can, pretty please!!!

Anon you're spoiling meeeee I love you I love hearing from people who like my writing/ideas!! Original post

This one is definitely something that has high potential of me actually writing too. Because like, yeah. The Party is Marge Simpson "I just think they're neat" potato meme about Steve. He's so shaped.

This has a readmore because it's actually got two different mini scenes in it. Enjoy~~~ (also note I included a bit of another non kinky kinkmeme prompt about supernatural baby sitter Steve in this!)

I imagine a scene where Dustin, early fall of '85, is complaining to Lucas and Mike about another failed attempt to get Steve Officially (as he can't actually be Pack unless he KNOWS he's pack, ya feel? Like he IS their pack but also he doesn't know so not really but yes but no...) In their pack at lunch, and Eddie, who as mentioned is a vampire that feeds off energy and is therefore The Most Dramatic Bitch Ever, overhears and is like

"Steve? Steve Harrington is part of your Pack??"

And Dustin goes "well he would if he stopped being DENSE about it!!! We've been trying to tell him-"

"you've been trying to tell him" says Mike.

"-since before Christmas last year! But he keeps thinking we're-"

"you're-"

"-talking about DnD!!"

Eddie is just a little shocked his newest sheepies have been trying for nine months to tell Steve, King Steve, of all people, that his preppy human ass is such a firm part of their Pack that they haven't given up on telling him.

Lucas pipes up. "To be fair to Steve, he was concussed before Christmas last year, and then again this summer."

Dustin shakes his head. "Need to get the guy a helmet. Protect the braincells he has left."

"did he have any to begin with?"

"oh, can it, Mike." Lucas says. "At least he knows about Robin, now. So maybe you should ask her for help. He believed her!"

Ohhh? Eddie was curious, because he had heard certain...rumours, about a Robin and her possible tie to Steve Harrington.

Dustin scoffs. "Okay, yeah, but she's his literal actual soulmate who he still refuses to date, and she transformed in front of him. But I don't want to freak him out. A seal is one thing, a wolf is another!"

"Dustin, you're basically a dachshund."

"fuck right off"

Eddie waves his hands in front of them. "Wait wait wait. Are you talking about Robin Buckley? The selkie in the marching band with Gareth?" The sheepies nod. "You're saying Steve Harrington, former captain of laundry basket sport-"

"actually pretty sure he wasn't ever basketball captain, just swim team-"

"-former Head Jock, is dorky little Robin Buckley's soulmate? Like full on, Selkie coat magic woo woo, Soulmate?"

They all nod, but it's Lucas who speaks. "Yeah. They worked together over the summer. Became, like, inseparable. She told him in August sometime I think."

Eddie does not know how to process that.

-----

ALSO!!!

I imagine Steves parents sitting him down, after his nineteenth birthday (which I headcanon as April first) and very carefully explaining to him that Monsters Are Real.

And Steve sitting there, nearly eight months into knowing that, trying to pretend he doesn't. Pretending that since Robin told him she was a Selkie and the Party told him about being werewolves, he'd sort of, kind of, become any supernatural beings' go to babysitter. Sort of.

It started with a litter of pups he stumbled across in the woods who seemed really friendly for being abandoned in the woods and welcomed the water he brought them and the ear scritches he gave, that he didn't even realize were werewolf children until a couple came crashing through the trees frantically and stopped to watch as he helped a puppy get a leaf off its paw. And the pups are waggled over to the woman and the man looked at Steve with a twitchy nose and then Steve realized they were scenting him because ohhhh. Werewolves.

And Steve went "uh. I think they forgot how to change back? Good luck?" And left. Because what else was he going to do?

So it became a thing. Little magical creatures were told that if all else fails, Steve Harrington will make sure you're safe and looked after until your parents could get to them. He amassed a Rolodex of the contact info near-human folk of Hawkins, and a reputation for being a damn good babysitter. And also somehow having a gaggle of kids around him whenever he went to the park.

So his parents go on and on about things Steve already knows about and he's wondering why they're telling him all of it and also how they know and then they mention how these things are dangerous. How they must be removed. Destroyed. Killed.

Because that's what Harringtons do, they hunt monsters in the night and keep the good, normal, human folks of america safe.

And Steve, who knows that there are supernatural creatures in Hawkins; who knows what actual monsters in Hawkins look like and has hit them with a spiked bat and an axe; who can't go three blocks before some pup or fae or gnome or whatever decides to follow him like a duckling; who little lost kids of all shapes and sizes flock to in order to get back home; sits there and listens as his parents tell him how to kill them. How to salt and burn the remains.

He grips the edge of the table with white knuckles and purposefully evens his breath. He will not betray The Party, or Robin, or any of the families who have found a safe haven in Hawkins to live their lives peacefully. And isn't it ironic, that the place the Harringtons supposedly live, the place they are barely in because of legitimate business and the family business takes them across the country, is a hotbed for supernatural activity. It happened right under their noses, and their only son and heir was at the centre of it. The Human in a Pack of werewolves, platonic soulmate to a Selkie, potential.... something to a vampire, babysitter of all the little creatures of the county.

So Steve tries to make a plan. He can't let his parents know that Hawkins is anything but a quiet human town, but he can't let them keep hurting innocents either. It's either a long con of taking up his family mantle and changing things from inside, manipulating the system like he did in highschool to his whims, or dismantling it loudly and more dramatically which could back fire.

Either way, as soon as his parents leave again (for human related business), he takes the family Grimoire, his birthright, and calls an All Party Meeting.

He slams the tome onto the table and says, simply,

"we've got a problem"

[chal-latte]

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y/i/n put these monkeys back in the zoo please!!!

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thecw when world crossed upside down

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fanpage38 I MISSED THEM SM 😭😭😭😭😭😭

fanpage10 FINALLY THEY MEET AGAIN MY COMFORT PEOPLE

fanpage89 THEY GIVE OFF ONE BRAINCELL LEFT VIBES 😭😭😭😭😭😭

y/i/n fun fact they almost fell and broke their necks

↪️ pauline.chalamet i hope timothee learned a thing or two

↪️ y/i/n oh you rly wanna know what happened after that?

↪️ tchalamet @pauline.chalamet anything y/n say is denied rejected its false its a hoax its not true she’s exaggerating

↪️ pauline.chalamet @tchalamet certainly didnt look like that

↪️ y/i/n im now pauline’s (real) sibling you can fuck off @tchalamet

fanpage49 waiiiit y/n chalamet then???? 👀👀👀

fanpage40 Y/N CHALAMET ❤️

fanpage39 place date & time when?

maudeapatow i’ll gladly be the pastor☺️

↪️ y/i/n mauds…

↪️ maudeapatow you may now kiss the bride @tchalamet

↪️ tchalamet @maudeapatow no need to tell me twice

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tchalamet shake that thang aye ayee

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y/i/n ya know the vibe😉 new video up NOW!

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tchalamet they actually dont know the vibe

↪️ y/i/n im aggressively asking u to gtfo

↪️ tchalamet no tpwk no poke bowl

↪️ y/i/n DO U SEE IT NOW WHEN I TOLD U TIMOTHEE ABUSED UR MOTTO 😡😡😡😡 @harrystyles

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fanpage40 i want what you & timmy have 🥺

fanpage36 it was long overdue mamas :( but im glad youre back!

↪️ y/i/n ik im sorry babes its been a packed month, hope you enjoy it 😘

fanpage49 y/n keeping us fed we love to see it

fanpage17 can u tell ur trick on how to be so calm all the time?

↪️ kjapa she carries a small ball, preferably a lemon, on set so if shes stressed or pissed she’d throw them at someone or something

↪️ y/i/n @kjapa YOURE MAKING IT LOOK LIKE ITS A BAD THING

fanpage19 so we shld just turn to violence in order to be calm all the time

↪️ fanpage20 NO😭😭😭😭😭

fanpage34 harry: tpwk y/n: tpwv (only when stressed)

hoooooyeony i miss you!

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sydney_sweeney he’s actually my double

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tchalamet this picture is embarrassing i wont forgive u

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marcellrev this is so funny😭😭😭

fanpage88 not cassie😭😭😭

fanpage92 i’d pay trillions to see timothee play cassie

↪️ fanpage40 AND ETHAN- THAT THEATRE SCENE

donni.davy just a bit of glitter here and there and he’ll be perfect

↪️ y/i/n ugh so true!!! @hbomax @a24 thoughts???

↪️ hbomax @y/i/n thoughts are being thunken

euphoria 😭

fanpage60 WTFFF DO YALL SEE HBOMAX’S COMMENT???

fanpage77 DOES THAT MEAN???? THEYRE CONSIDERING TIMMY??????? FOR EUPHORIA?????

fanpage50 TIMOTHEE AND TOM HOLLAND IN EUPHORIA PLEASE FOR THE NEXT SEASON

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tchalamet you might not notice this but i like to count ur freckles when ur asleep and u seem to like it when i caress ur hair i wish u could see how precious you are

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fanpage32 LET ME JUST- 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

devonleecarlson she owns my heart

fanpage66 IM SOBBING SO HARD RN

fanpage26 u guys are really soulmates huh

tomholland2013 cheers mates! 🖤

fanpage40 this to me when?

y/i/n timmm whats this for🥺🥺

↪️ tchalamet to remind you that love u and everything abt you that u dont like

↪️ y/i/n oh shut up☹️

fanpage82 she talked abt how she was insecure with her freckles in the cosmopolitan interview and this post made my heart melt🥺❤️

onwardwanna yall so cute

↪️ y/i/n baby bro🥺🥺🥺

maudeapatow kiss the bride! NOW!!!

jacobelordi america’s favorite lovebirds

fanpage31 MY HEART😭😭😭😭😭😭

fanpage90 maude is me. im maude.

fanpage66 and they say romance is dead

[hannie-dul-set]

who in nct dream would agree to platonically kiss you

i said i was busy but i got too tired putting my braincells to work so i decided to give them a three hour vacation. i already did mark and haechan in the 127 version, but i believe that 127 markhyuck and dream markhyuck are completely different entities so here is an alternative. enjoy.

127 ver. / seventeen ver.

mark: okay. he's a little bit iffy about premarital hand holding, so kissing is out of the question. but since it's you, he's willing to swallow his virtues and agree if and ONLY if: (1) the won't last longer than 2 seconds, (2) no one else is looking, (3) there is no tongue involved and if you can do it without any lip-to-lip contact as well, even better, and (4) in the case of any violation of the aforementioned, he will call his mom and lawyer (doyoung) to have you write a handwritten apology and keep you away from his line of vision in case he starts projecting himself into the sun | rating: 4/10 do u need a third party mediator as well, marky.

renjun: will NOT do it for the life of him wtf how dare you present the idea of kissing without feelings? unless. unless you provoke him like "tch, never thought you had the balls anyway" and then his longtime desire to have a slowburn 40k soulmate au-esque f2l romance gets underhandedly overpowered by the sudden desire to prove you wrong— then he will kiss you. not only kiss you. he will date you. marry you. start a family with you because huang renjun's spite knows no bounds | rating: 6/10 you got more than you bargained unless that was your aim in the first place then good job.

jeno: you probably asked him because you know jeno is innately unable to say no to anything anyone asks of him. you know he'll say yes without even fully ingesting the weight of your request. fuck he can't back out now, you'll probably hate him. oh shit wait you're getting close already what the fuck oh my god he isn't ready yet holy shit WAIT— and he's a goner. you barely grazed his lips because he's suddenly not moving anymore. it took him ten days to look at you without his face immediately turning beet red | rating: 8/10 he'll get over it, maybe.

haechan: his reaction will pretty much be the same as here, but if you really want to kiss him with no strings attached, you just have to mask it as a musical rehearsal then he will go above and beyond what you asked him to. he will even swear revenge for you, his now dead lover, against the evil forces that took you away from him "hyuck, we don't have to do this part of the (fake) script" "MY DEAREST MOST ARDENT LOVE, I WILL SACRIFICE MY BLOOD TO AVENGE YOU" "donghyuck" | rating: 3/10 because he finds out you tricked him and now you're forced to rent an entire theatre so that his rehearsals will not go to waste.

jaemin: do you....think....you need to ask..? one look and he's already pouncing on you. you don't know how long he's been waiting for this shit. | rating: 10/10. emphasis on the platonic. don't get your hopes up.

chenle: it depends on how you ask. and his mood. and the time of day. it's a gamble. if the question arises while you're three hours into digging around renjun's room because there's nothing else to do, he's up for a smooch or two. but if it's something that you need help with— like a ploy to fool your ex or friends or something— then be prepared to sacrifice a quarter of a limb, more than half of your dignity, and maybe even a span of your life because chenle is gonna exploit your helplessness for the sake of entertainment. this is the prologue of the fake dating scenario. plan meticulously, soldier | rating: ??? like i said, it depends.

jisung: immediately says no because he doesn't want you to get pregnant | rating: 0/10 jisung can't be a dad yet.

[laismoura-art]

OF COURSE THEY DO! WHAT ELSE DID YOU EXPECT FROM THEM??🤣🤣

As a father, Hanzo has DEFINITELY watched Peppa and he most definitely HATES her! Bro would kick most kid shows main characters if the chance was given!

Jataaka is holding tightly onto her braincells, bracing for impact and always expecting the worse!

Sareena: *elevator song is playing*

Bi-Han: *elevator song plays in perfect sync*

Jataaka: Oh no, they are meant to be!

(Soulmate AU where you share the same braincell as your soulmate)

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GIRL YAAAS! I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA OF A PETER PORKER AU! IT WOULD BE AWESOME!

I haven't had the time to write it all down but I'm so tempted to write a MK Legends Animality AU! Can you imagine that👀👀

I'm still brainstorming, but some things I've been pondering are some Animalities for characters that don't have them!

Such as:

Our girl Harumi!

I wanted an Animality for her for both this AU and the Scorpion!Harumi AU, and as much as having the entire Hasashi family as cute penguins would be great I just can't shake the thought of Harumi as a fox! Idk she gives me fox vibes!🦊🩷

Quan Chi

Rat🙃 Not only because duh, but also cause I wanted an animal that would be even smaller than our fave penguin and would be naturally overestimated, just to be like "bitch you thought" and wreck all his enemies with his magic!

Also the snake was already taken--

I'm still undecided on Satoshi so I'm taking suggestions!

He can be anything really, as long as it suits him, maybe a seal or an otter or an meerkat. And please don't ask how a fox and a penguin had a baby

And also don't ask how an anteater and a polar bear are brothers.

Or else🔫

I also have some particularities and specifications I wanted each character to have, like I wanted Raiden to have a a mobile aquarium (as he's an eel) and I also Jax get to be specifically a Atlas Lion and Bi-Han a Giant Anteater and so on!

Girl! Every time I talk to you a new AU is born! You better know you own me some serious child support!

Don't be a deadbeat, Bi-Han is on your walls

I'm partly joking, thank you for all the inspo!!😘😘😘

And please, I'm taking all kinds of suggestions 👀👀💕

Reusing a @subscorp-week drawing to add yet another joke to my fine Short Hanzo collection!

Guess who's messaging💀

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For all my gringo moots: Toddynho is a Chocolate Milk brand, and a couple years ago it launched this packaging:

And it was the death of all shorties cause this milk packaging mascot is freaking 1 metre and 65 centimetres tall!

Like... The heck is this box so tall for???

And Brazilians being Brazilians made lots of memes out of it:

And me being me made SubScorp/Bitter-in-Laws content out of it!

Enjoy some good Brazilian comedy, meus amores!💙💛🩵

[cinnaminsvga]

#67 please and thank u kind miss zee <3

premise: “Someone just handed you a cat?” genre: roommate!au, humor || wc: 1K+ a/n: you didn't specify a member, so i hope it's fine that i chose yoongi for this (for reasons i am sure you understand) anyway this is so absurd i hope that's okay <5

The moment you entered your shared apartment with a nervous smile and an armful of blankets that definitely should not have been wriggling as much as it was supposed to, Yoongi knew that he was in for another batshit day. Or you know, just a regular Tuesday night.

"Please tell me that you aren't going to say what I think you're going to say," he starts, rubbing his temples with a weariness that would put war veterans to shame.

You pause, considering. "Well, I could maybe give you $5 if you can guess what I'm going to say."

Yoongi stares at the yellow-striped blanket in your arms which seems to have stopped moving, as if sensing his imposing gaze. "Please tell me that is not the cat from the 5th floor that you think you have a psychic connection with."

"Well, first of all, I don't like what you're implying! I definitely do have a connection with Mr. Sprinkles and we both think you're very rude!" you say, scowling. "And second of all, no, this is not Mr. Sprinkles. I know for a fact that he loves his sweet ol' Kitty Bitties very much and I would never do anything to separate soulmates—"

Yoongi wonders, not for the first time, if he should have read the fine print of your roommate advertisement before he'd unknowingly run headfirst into the worst decision of his life. Every word from your mouth feels like a hammer playing whack-a-mole with his braincells.

"Then tell me why on earth you have a fucking cat wrapped in a blanket burrito?"

"What makes you think it's a cat? What if it was a baby? Didn't think of that, did you?" you retort smugly.

Yoongi gawks at you, the urge to strangle you becoming unbearable. "Why are you saying that as if that's any better?! Do you actually think about what you say before speaking?"

You wave him off, ignoring his question. You brush past him and plopped yourself unceremoniously on the couch. Your rough jostling angers the mysterious bundle of fuzz in your arms, causing it to meow loudly in annoyance.

"Oops, sorry about that," you coo at the blanket, gently petting it as an apology. You turn back to Yoongi, smiling at him guilelessly. "So yeah, you were right, it's a cat. But it's not Mr. Sprinkles, so no $5 for you. I could settle for $2.50 if you're really bummed out about being wrong though. It was a valiant effort."

"Really? That's all you're going to say? You weren't going to run this by me before randomly adopting a cat? What about the roommate agreement?" he splutters, trying to make sense of it all. Which, for the most part, was a lost cause when it came to you.

You tsk, wagging a condescending finger at his face. "Wrong! The roommate agreement only says we need to discuss if one of us adopts a pet."

Yoongi gesticulates wildly to the pile of fur in your arms. "Is? That not? A fucking? Cat?"

You nod sagely, rubbing your chin. "Indeed. I am glad that we are in agreement on this."

Yoongi stares at you, shell-shocked. There have been many things in his short six months of living with you that have left him speechless. There were the alchemy experiments in the bathroom, the short-lived crystal buttplug small business venture, and even the haunted doll collection phase that you went through yet none of them have felt as insane as the conversation the two of you were having right now.

(Okay, that was an exaggeration. Yoongi still has nightmares from waking up at 3 AM with fucking Yo Gabba Gabba staring at him from across his bedroom.)

Noting his 100-yard stare, you decide to graciously offer a better explanation. "You see, I technically didn't break the agreement because I did not adopt this cat."

"What? So you're fostering it or something?" he asks, confused. "Why didn't you just start off with that?!"

"Well, no. I do own this cat," you explain. "Like, I've even named them Yoongi Junior in your honor!"

"What the fuck? You named me after a cat?" he hissed, like a cat. "That's the last straw."

You roll your eyes, tutting in exasperation. "Oh come on! Everyone knows you're a little cat boy. Hell, this cat looks exactly like you!"

There's no way in hell that this cat looks anything like him—

"Oh my god, it fucking looks like me," Yoongi says in awe.

When you unsheathe the cat from its soft blanket, Yoongi is shocked to find a tuxedo cat wearing a tiny black hoodie with the words "Lil Gangsta" written across its back with studs. Atop its head is a small grey beanie, almost identical to the one on top of Yoongi's own head.

"Holy shit," Yoongi mutters, his hand subconsciously going to pet his twin the cat of its own volition. "Holy shit," he repeats.

You smirk, self-satisfied. "I fucking knew you'd like him."

"T-that doesn't mean I'm okay with him staying! You needed to clear this with me before you adopted him! What if I was allergic or something?" Yoongi counters, but the fight in him has already left. The damned cat already has his cold, Grinch heart in a chokehold.

"You can't be allergic to your species, obviously," you scoff. "Besides, I already told you I didn't adopt him! Someone just handed it to me on the streets and no one said anything about getting free cats, right?"

Yoongi stops mid-pet, gaining a soft ireful meow from Yoongi Junior in response. "Wait, did you just say someone just handed you a cat?"

You shrug. "Yeah. What about it? It's pretty neat, huh?"

Yoongi steps away from you and the cat, his common sense returning to him. "Y/N, that's fucking shady as hell. What if this cat is chipped? What if they're tracking it and getting doxxing us as we speak? Holy shit, I knew this was going to be bad. We need to get rid of that cat, now!"

You and the cat pout back at him, hurt brimming in your equally doleful eyes. "Ouch, Yoongi. And here I thought we got something good going on..."

"The only thing 'going' here is that fucking cat," Yoongi humphs, grabbing the cat unceremoniously.

You stand up, chasing after him. "Wait! Where are you going?"

"I am going insane, that's where I'm going," he mutters, before turning back to face you. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll bring him to the shelter. They'll probably know what to do with him better than we do, anyway."

"But... But..." you start, eyes already beginning to fill up with unshed tears.

Oh shit. Here it comes.

And just like every single time your insanity has caused Yoongi's quality of life to worsen, he finds himself melting under your gaze. Curse the soft piece of bread he calls his heart!

After what feels like an eternity, Yoongi sighs. "Fine. We'll keep him."

You cheer, whopping in celebration.

"But—"

You deflate immediately. "There's always a but and never enough butts..." you whine petulantly.

"But," Yoongi repeats, as if you had never said anything. "We still need to take him to the shelter and report him. If they find that there's nothing sketchy about him, and check if it's clean and healthy and whatever, then maybe..."

"Hell yes! You're the best, Yongo Bongo! I knew I could trust you, my beloved cat boy!" You say, jumping up to envelop him in a hug.

In response, he elbows you in the tit. He says he did it because he had a cat in his arms, but mostly it's because he doesn't do well with physical touch. You know, just cat boy things.

"You owe me, by the way," he grumbles as you both make your way to his car. You skip happily beside him, not missing the way his hands have not stopped caressing Yoongi Junior the whole while.

"Sure, sure. I'll transfer the $2.50 to you as soon as we get back."

"That really wasn't what I meant." He sighs, shaking his head in defeat. In his arms, Yoongi Junior meows happily, his eyes closed in contentment. Yoongi finds himself doing the same.

[notasapleasure]

I watched a famous YA fantasy adaptation on Netflix this week. I have some dumb and salty thoughts:

Foremost in my head is: why you make [musketeers actor who is my canon Jerott dream casting] a liddol creechure?? What is his deal? When swashbuckle?

Shortly followed by: I think the gay gambler should be allowed to keep the creechur after it throws a book at him.

Which leads me to: most of the main ships in this are...so unappealing??? Like there's the famous ship, grumpy magician with a limp/his knife wife, which is fine (but needed more screen time/backstory/context) and that one scene with gay gambler/stablehand which had more chemistry then the entire rest of the show put together, but...everyone else was so? Boring?? I loved the Irish(?) fighty witch and brooding Scandi prude until they actually spent time together and then their dialogue devolved into something I could have written myself on FF.net twenty plus years ago. Around each other they lost all their braincells. And I don't know what make-up witch sees in the creechur because we are never told anything about him?? Don't get me started on the main character sorry she is the wettest of wet ya heroines and had me yelling at the screen every time she made some petulant naive decision because orphan soulmate a) wasn't writing - I will throw myself at the Immortal Tortured Villain! - b) wasn't there - oh noes I can't use my power because I am too worried about him! Flashbacks to that time I read the ya prequel for R1....is this the standard fare of ya heroines these days? I'm so sorry girls you deserve better.

Anyway just to be perverse I would ship the creechur with the gay gambler or the Immortal Tortured Villain. I think the make-up witch and the witch-who-is-a-bitch-until-she-isn't should hang out. Or make-up witch and wet heroine can make declarative speeches about who understands whose trauma best and then get together. I think orphaned soulmate has a really great face and should just. Hm. Hang out with the heist crew and have a good time. I've given up on Irish fighty witch and brooding Scandi prude because they clearly have brain rot. They'll be fine once she breaks him out jail and he forgives her again.

I did enjoy the mini-musketeers reunion though! The Captain seems to be playing the same character, d'art needs to get out of that purple, and Howie!!!! Howie it's been too long and you were an excellent slimy little man with no moral compass, I loved your dinky glasses they suited you so well.

Basically I did not have great expectations for this but it was both prettier than expected and more infuriatingly ya. It's an interesting world, though I guess like in SW I tend to prefer the stories of the lower echelons finding ways to exist in it rather than the '*shocked Kirk.gif* our noble rulers are corrupt?!' stories.

Also Jesus stag blah blah, go and read Riddley Walker for a good Jesus stag.