#dude you do not even know me. are you okay?

[galaxy-shapeshifter]

Laughing at the idea of Tim's friends slowly being stolen by his family

Tim: since when do you guys hang out together??

*Conner in a cucumber face mask, sandwiched between Cass and Stephanie while they take turns playing videogames*: since forever dude, I thought you were a detective.

Tim: okay, What's Bart doing here??

Jason: we needed a speedster. Plus Roy and Rose like him.

Tim: you were on a teamup with nightwing and troia and you didn't tell me??

Cassie: we're still *titans* Tim, I can't always keep you on the loop.

Tim: Bruce??

*Batman, with a ghost girl chilling next to him and eating Alfred's cookies*: yes?

Tim: how do you even know who Greta is?

Bruce: Secret was aiding me and Deadman with *insert paranormal case here*

Greta: tell Alfred his cookies are to die for

Tim:....

*Duke and Anita casually having a horror marathon in the living room*

Tim: I give up.

[suzukiblu]

First 1k of the 5k I promised y'all as a thank-you for helping me out with that car insurance bill behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He’d cry a lot harder, probably, but–no, he wouldn’t mind. Like . . . literally zero percent would he mind . . . mind anyone doing that for him. Even if Red Tornado only smells like metal and wires and machinery and, like, a little bit of clumsy scenting from Traya and maybe an even littler, subtle bit of it from, like–Kathy . . . 

Kon feels like an asshole for thinking it, but a dude who is a literal machine and doesn’t even have a designation or pheromones having, like–having even estranged packmates when he doesn’t even . . . when he’s never actually . . . 

Even in Hawaii, he didn’t have a pack. Like–Rex and Roxy had their family pack, and Tana had her family pack, and Dubbilex is a null and totally uninterested in packing up with anybody, which sometimes some shitty part of Kon’s wondered if that’s, like–if that’s why Cadmus picked Dubbilex to be his stupid fake “chaperone” or . . . whatever. Because Dubbilex–Dubbilex wouldn’t ever get too–too– 

Kon’s pretty fucking positive that Dubbilex doesn’t really think of him the way he’s sometimes wished the guy would either. And Roxy–Roxy’s the closest thing he’s ever had to a sibling unless he counts Match, who literally thinks he’s just a shitty prototype and nothing else, but she wasn’t–she wasn’t his pack sibling or anything like that. And even if she had been, he doesn’t even know where she is now; hasn’t even seen her in months. More months than he even actually remembers it being, since he spent a real significant portion of that time, like–literally out of his mind on gross fucked-up amnesia drugs that made him literally feral, so . . . 

And it’s not like it’s not, like–public, that he’s back and currently working for Cadmus and rolling with Young Justice and all that. If Roxy or Tana or anybody wanted to find him . . . they could find him, if they wanted to. 

But they haven’t. 

He misses Hawaii so bad right now. Like . . . all the time, really. But especially right now. 

“Then I will do it,” Red Tornado says. It sounds the same exact way he just said it, like he’s just replaying a recording or something. Like he saved a copy of it the first time, because he was already planning to say it again. 

Kon is definitely gonna be mortified about this later, he thinks as he scrubs the sleeve of his jacket across his wet eyes. 

“Okay,” he manages. “Uh–okay. Uh. Thanks.” 

He–he could use more stuff to nest with, definitely, and if Red Tornado brings it he won’t have to leave his nest for it, and like . . . the food and drinks or whatever wouldn’t hurt either, obviously. He didn’t think to get anything like that ready while he was distracted looking for stuff with everybody’s scents to nest with and when the Super-Cycle offered him a nesting pit to just–when the Super-Cycle made him a nesting pit in itself to use–well, like. Then he hadn’t really cared, after that. Like . . . that had not been a thing he was worried about, after that. So . . . so if Red Tornado doesn’t mind getting him some of that stuff before he goes . . . wherever he goes to, like, hang out when he’s on his own, well . . . like, that’d be . . . that’d be . . . 

Nice, Kon admits to himself, though that’s embarrassing to think even when he’s already all overemotional and weird anyway. 

But–but it would be. Nobody’s . . . nobody’s gonna come “attend” him, or even just . . . just be here with him, so . . . so it’d be nice, if Red Tornado would . . . would get him a couple things, and he could . . . could pretend like . . . like somebody–like he’d had somebody who– 

Red Tornado he guesses does count as somebody who’d, like, “attend” him a little, but like . . . not like a packmate would. Like . . . in a pack, somebody does . . . “attend” people who’re presenting in it. Somebody–stays, at least. 

Kon guesses the Super-Cycle’s technically volunteered to do that, so like . . . so that’s already better than he thought he was gonna get. And he did find everybody’s scents–or at least, almos everybody’s scents and Robin’s blockers–so if Red Tornado gets him more stuff to nest with too . . . 

That’s–definitely better than he thought he was gonna get, yeah. 

“Is there anyone I will need to make sure the security measure will allow entry to the base?” Red Tornado asks, and Kon–startles, a little. 

“Uh–what?” he asks stupidly, not understanding what he means. What’s . . . ? 

Red Tornado tilts his head, very slightly. 

“To attend to you,” he says. “Did you invite anyone without prior security clearance, or are they a member of the team?” 

“I–they’ve got packs,” Kon says reflexively, too confused to bite it back. But . . . “Like . . . they’ve all got–packs. And, like–school and shit, anyway. I wouldn’t . . . I wouldn’t bug ‘em with this.” 

He doesn’t even know if . . . like, why even would they come, if he actually . . . 

Red Tornado’s expression doesn’t change, obviously. Like, his expression is literally physically incapable of changing. He doesn’t even adjust the tilt of his head or shift his center of balance or–anything at all, really. Doesn’t even make that electric humming fridge-compressor sound again. 

Kon suddenly feels like something about him just changed, though. 

“I see,” Red Tornado says. “Who will I need to provide security clearance for, then?” 

“Um,” Kon says, and tries not to cringe. “You–don’t. It’s–fine. Like, I don’t–it’s fine. I didn’t, like . . . call anybody, or anything. I’m just gonna, you know–crash for a day or two, and then like, I’ll put everything away and run the scent-scrubbers and everything. That’s, like–that’s all. I don’t need, like . . . ‘attended’, or whatever. Like–I’m not gonna bother anybody with that.” 

Red Tornado’s just looking at him with the exact same expression, but it still feels like something’s changed.

[deepamuthukrishnan]

We Listen and We Don’t Judge

Pairings: Nico Hischier x OC

Warnings: Spoilers for That Sik Luv, King of Wrath, King of Sloth, God of Wrath, and God of Malice but just a lot of fluff.

Summary: You are a viral booktoker and after seeing the we listen and we don’t judge trend with couples, you put your own twist.

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It’s not a joke that you are mildly addicted to TikTok. After all, by day, you worked for the New Jersey Devils as a social media girl but by night, you are one of the most viral booktokers on BookTok.

Currently you were doomscrolling on TikTok, waiting for your boyfriend, Nico, to come home from hanging at Jack’s and Luke’s place.

You suddenly come across a video of a couple doing the We Listen and Don’t Judge trend which you weren’t that completely unaware of because you had seen it on your for you page for the last few days.

“We listen and we don’t judge.” The couple both said before the woman started to talk.

“I sometimes don’t wash our fruit because I feel lazy.” She said, trying not to laugh.

The man burst into laughter. “Jesus we’re gonna get worms! We probably have worms in our bodies!”

“Well we listen and we don’t judge!” She clapped back and you began to laugh.

After about three minutes of watching that video, an idea popped in your head. You walked to your massive bookshelf that Nico assembled for you for Christmas last year and got out your copies of That Sik Luv, King of Wrath, King of Sloth, God of Wrath, and God of Malice from your shelf before walking back to the living room.

As soon as you walked back, you saw Nico walk in, taking his shoes and beanie off.

“Hey Schatz.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, giving you a kiss.

You pulled away to greet him back, Nico pouting a bit. “Hey baby. How was the hangout at Jack’s and Luke’s place.”

“Same old same old.” He said, his Swiss German accent being prominent.

You chuckled. “Why don’t you get changed.”

“Okay.” He gives you a quick kiss before walking into your shared bedroom before walking out in grey sweatpants and a devils hoodie.

“Hey Nico?”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“You love me right?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asked and you look at him gobsmacked.

“Okay no. I’m not breaking up with you-“

“Thank god.”

“I was literally gonna ask if you wanted to be in a TikTok baby.” You say.

Nico has been your biggest supporter and even though it was a mutual decision to keep your love life private, along with the occasional post of each other on your birthdays, anniversaries, and reposting posts of you guys in them.

“Oh okay. What TikTok?”

He plops down on the floor and looks at the pile of books on the coffee table. “What TikTok is it?”

You get your phone and open TikTok, going to make a new video, propping your phone on the little fake bonsai tree.

“Okay so we’re gonna do the we listen and we don’t judge trend except it’s with the books I read last month.” You say to your phone before stopping the recording.

“I say we listen and we don’t judge and tell you something about the book.” I explain.

“So I sit and look pretty?”

“Pretty much.” I answer.

I get out the first book, That Sik Luv, from the pile before clicking the button to record.

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you say, trying so hard not to laugh. “In this book, she’s in a religious cult, she doesn’t know that she is. Either way, the church that runs their town are trying to kill her so they hire this mercenary dude who becomes obsessed with her and stalks her and shows just how corrupt the church is. So one day, when she has to go to confession and he’s waiting for her in where she’s supposed to sit and they get their freak on when she’s giving her confession to the deacon and when he pulls back to curtain to pew pew her, he acts quickly and pew pews the deacon and they continue to get their freak on in front of the deacon’s now dead body.”

Nico mulls over what you said before saying, “I would read this book Schatzi.”

“What?!” You look at him horrified. “Like you’re not playing with me are you?”

“I mean I would skip over these kinda scenes but it seems interesting.”

“Oh my lord.” You muttered before grabbing King of Wrath.

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you said, forming her thoughts. “So in this book, both the characters are in an arranged marriage situation for reasons I can’t say. Anyway, one thing leads to another and he’s,” you mime fingering to him and he raises his eyebrows, “her and calls him an asshole and he replies with ‘I’m an asshole, yet youre dripping for me.’”

“Is this what you’re reading when your jaw is dropped?” He asks.

“Well like, you signed up for this.” You say.

“I love you too much.” He said, pulling you into him.

“I love you too.” You say and you grab King of Sloth.

“We listen and we don’t judge. So for context, her ex cheated on her-“

“He’s a dead man.” Nico fumes, his Swiss German accent becoming even more prominent.

“If you’ll let me finish.” You say, trying not to laugh at his outburst but you crack a smile. “Anyway, because of that, she has trust issues and when she’s telling him, so the mmc, her trust issues, instead of reassuring her, he sits her on her desk and goes to town with his mouth on her. He then proceeds to bend her over and goes to town on her and he puts duct tape over her mouth because she’s apparently loud.”

A beat of silence passes before Nico says, “If your ex cheated on you and you said that, I’d do the same.”

You whack the book on his head. “No you won’t.” You reply, both of you laughing.

“What, I need to remind him what he missed out on.” He responds chalantly.

You roll your eyes before grabbingGod of Wrath.

“We listen and we don’t judge. So in the first chapter, she wants to kill herself because her best friend killed himself and she on the edge of the cliff and she jumps, but then the mmc grabs onto her and he said that the only way he can save her life is if she performs a certain sexual act down there.”

“Like what do you mean?”

“He’s holding on to her and he’s like oh the only way I will save you if you do this certain sexual act down there for me.”

“And she does.”

“Well yeah. If we were in this exact situation, I’d do it because I value my life.” You respond.

“Okay true.” He says.

You get out your last book, God of Wrath, trying not to laugh.

“We listen and we don’t judge. In this book, she’s walking home at night with her headphones in and these two creeps are like following her but then, the mmc, who was stalking her, bears the guys up because in his eyes, he’s the only one that allowed to stalk her.”

“Oh.” He says. “That’s kinda stupid though.”

“What is?” You ask.

“Walking alone at night with headphones in. Like does she not have any sense?”

You burst into laughter at his words. “Literally the mmc asked her the exact question and it is pretty stupid.” You look at your phone before saying, “Guys, remember to not walk alone at night with headphones in. But also let me know if yall want a part 2.”

You hit the stop button and he pulls you further into him. “You know I love you, but this is the weirdest TikTok you made me do.”

You chuckle and kiss his jaw. “I know babe.”

[bookwor-mmm]

(bvz6 rant??🔥)

okay so I’m usually not impatient when it comes to waiting for the next episode of bvz but dude. IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT ALBUS IS GONNA DO AFTER FIGURING OUT THAT DEVLIN AND FAITH THINK HES STILL DEAD AFTER DRINKING WITH KARMOR. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS ⁉️⁉️

like… is he going to say something to Karmor, Hipswitch, and/or Doc about it? I’d presume not since he’s a little secretive when it comes to Faith and Kerano.. and he seemed relatively calm (upset but in lowercase) (so just sad) at the end of the episode so I don’t think he’s gonna lash out or anything .

—BUT IMAGINE IF HE DOES OMG CRASHOUT OF THE CENTURY

but maybe he WILL say something because he probably won’t just leave it alone…. perchance..

anyway I don’t think he’ll do anything brash like immediately get back to springrock and yell at Karmor or something. I’m like…. 90% sure he’s aware that he was the one who made the conscious decision to use Karmor’s ability to get free alcohol knowing that there could be consequences.. so I don’t think he blames Karmor

BUT ‼️‼️‼️ bear with me guys bear with me… if I’m remembering correctly, gba confirmed a little bit ago that Mad Crow dictates what the consequences of Karmor’s changes are- and so far they’ve been things that i ASSUME are meant to kill Karmor (based on his dialogue during the duel, it’s clear he wants him dead but just can’t do it himself): Karmor’s bounty (which might have not been Mad Crow’s doing but you never know), the zombies, the (FUCKING 🗣️) sandworms, and now Crow decides to make Albus’s family forget he’s alive 🤨 but why

it appears like the consequences Crow cooks up are meant to cause Karmor harm (except with the red mystic drink change.. nothing really happened.. ig the red mystic is just chill like that idk), so why target Albus and his family? is he trying to pit him against Karmor so there’s bad blood between them or so that maybe Albus can take him out ? maybe the “I could split you in two without breaking a sweat” line gave him that idea. but again, I don’t think Albus blames Karmor so I don’t think that’ll work out for Mad Crow

ANYWAY IM JUST CURIOUS AS TO WHY MAD CROW DECIDED TO MAKE THAT THE CONSEQUENCE. don’t even get me started about what could be different about the ending of BW now that this change was made

how i felt typing this

[beef-brisket]

When everything clicked off, Adam started laughing.

Lucifer: What?

Adam: That was a good one, dude. Eight years. 12 inches. What's up with you? You know, you don't HAVE to be the prince of lies all the time, right?

Lucifer raised an eyebrow as Adam stood and stretched.

Lucifer: I'm not lying. About either of those things, actually.

Adam: Oh, yeah, sure. And I'm green and invented chocolate. Listen, man, I understand giving the listeners a laugh, but some of that was too far- even for me!

As Adam walked away, Lucifer smirked: You're just scared that if you ever saw my dick, you'd have to blow me.

That made Adam stop and turn around: Okay, smart ass. 12 inches? Where? Those pants are tighter than my will to live. There's no way 12 inches is fitting in them.

Lucifer laughed: 12 inches hard, Adam. Not soft.

Adam: Oh yeah? So, when you're soft, you're dick is non existent?

Lucifer: No. It's there- you know what? You're looking at it.

As Lucifer stands and starts undoing his pants, Adam actually starts to panic: Hold on, man! Y-You can't just pull it out here! This room is fucking sacred, alright? And... if I'm seeing another guys cock, I need to at least be tipsy.

Lucifer: Adam. You remember how quickly you got drunk last time, right?

Adam rolled his eyes: Yeah, but I'll only have like... two shots.

Lucifer: ...Alright. Why are you so scared of seeing a dick?

Adam: I'm not scared! I've seen plenty of dicks, alright! I'm literally the dickmaster. Do you think I gave myself that name?! Ha! I can handle each and every cock thrown at me!

There was a cough in the doorway, which made Lucifer smirk and Adam spin around.

Vaggie: Are you guys done? Cause Adam's on cooking duty with Alastor...

Adam: Damn it- uh- yeah, we're done- you heard none of that by the way.

Vaggie rolled her eyes: Whatever, just go.

The Hotel Yard

Adam: So, Lucifer hadn't heard this yet but there is an AI version of our show already.

Lucifer: Shit, okay.

AI Lucifer: Hello everyone I'm with my co-host Adam. And might I say you look like you've escaped from a mental institution.

Adam: So already you start off with insulting me

Lucifer: Yeah but we take turns

Adam: Giving blows to each other

Lucifer: Yeah we take turns blowing each other.

Adam: HAHAHA!!

AI Adam: That's not nice Lu

AI Lucifer: No, but you want to know something else? We're gay for each other.

Lucifer: What!? Hahaha!

Adam: Fucking Jesus hahaha!

I love these goobers so much 😂

AI Adam: We love recording this podcast. But our fathers hate us.

Lucifer and Adam nearly die if laughing.

Lucifer: W-What the fuck?!

Adam: It's not fucking wrong, dude!

[livfastdieyoung69]

OH OH YK WHAT I NEED BAD? KO SIBLING X CODY OOOOO I NEED IT I NEEDDDD IT

NEW BEGINNINGS

(Cody Rhodes x Non-described!Owens!Reader, can be read as adopted or not)

Anger issues and complaining runned in the Owen’s family. It was what your family did, most of you on the side, but your brother, he did it for his literal career. Like seriously, Kevin just complained for a living- he got on a microphone and yelled. As jealous as you were, it wasn’t your gimmick unfortunately. The two of you grew up side by side, falling in love with wrestling together, and eventually even growing in the business together. Though you had pretty similar styles, Kevin loved being in the WWE and everything he stood for there, and you loved being in TNA, and all of the accomplishments you’ve made in the company.

Though you were on separate paths, whenever they happened to cross, you’d sit down and have lunch, or dinner, or whatever else you could manage and do what Owens’ did best- complain together.

“How’s working with all of the Bloodline guys, still?” You ask after taking a gulp from your soda. Before you can even finish, he’s rolling his eyes and groaning with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

“Still fucking terrible. There’s more of them! Like an endless amount, they just keep popping up out of nowhere, and the more that come, the crazier they fucking get,” His exasperated sound makes you laugh. “I’m serious!”

You shake your head while he takes another massive bite out of his burger.

“Who’d you just work with? Uh, what’s his name? That woo woo woo guy? Zak Ryder!” You nod, taking a bite of your own food after muttering the ‘You Know It’ part of the catchphrase.

“He’s Matt Cardona now- that’s his actual name. He’s a nice guy…a lot, but nice. Like so much, really, all smiles and enthusiasm all the time. When Chelsea won the title, he brought a replica the next day and everyone thought it was the real one.”

This was how it usually went- catch up through each others feuds and how annoying everyone else was, and eventually the chatter would die down and you’d eat for a little, and then someone would pick up an actual conversation. The only problem here though, was there was one more feud of Kevins you were trying to avoid, but it was kind of hard. He was a massive deal in the company and a massive part of Kevins life right now.

“I know what you’re doing.” Kevin states causally, leaning back in his chair after starting on his fries.

“What?” You try to laugh it off, but you don’t look up from your own plate.

“Cody. You don’t wanna ask me about him.”

“….I just figured you’d want to keep your mind off it with the match at the Royal Rumble coming up.” You try, but he shakes his head. That was still in a couple weeks.

“Dude. I know you’re a fan- you literally still have the shirt from when he did the Dashing thing years ago. You liked Stardust, you know who else liked Stardust? No one.“

“Okay, I get it, you don’t have to publicly shame me about it. You can complain about everyone else, that’s my exception.” The two of you are quick to go back to silence while you try to finish your meal, and he chugs down another soda. The man ate ridiculously fast, nothing could stop him.

“You know,” He broke the quiet again. “You would really like WWE. Paul keeps bugging me about talking to you.”

“So you’ve told me,” You shrug. “I don’t know. TNA’s my home at this point, I can’t imagine leaving.” A laugh rips through you at a sudden thought and he nods his head for you to continue. “Maybe, maybe if you got Cody to ask-“ His eyes close with a sigh, and he immediately starts shaking his head, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Don’t push it.”

That had been about a week ago. You’d both gone back to your regularly scheduled program, him on Fridays and you on Thursdays. His feud with Cody continued, with a whole bunch of shit happening over there, and you moved on to work with other TNA superstars. After another long Thursday night you’re ready to conk out from the very fun, but tiring, on top of the night of wrestling, celebration with Joe Hendry for his new, recent title win (you’d already given your condolences to Nic).

As soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone rings. And you know it’s Kevin because you had set his theme song for his ringtone.

“What’s wrong?” You answer on the first ring. It’s late, and this is unusual, the first thing your mind goes to is that something happened.

“Did you see the news?”

“What fucking news Kevin, you’re freaking me out-“

“WWE and TNA signed a contract, anyone can go anywhere,” He rushes out, your name following it. “Anyone can go anywhere.”

You aren’t even sure what to say, and the phone line goes quiet while you stammer before Kevin interrupts.

“I gave Paul your number- he wants you in the Rumble.”

And now, here you were. This was fucking crazy! Of the entire TNA roster, you, Joe Hendry, and Jordynne Grace had been picked to join the Royal Rumble. Everything was so different here, you could see why Kevin liked it. Everything reminded you of him, and to be able to see him this much was so great. You traveled together, for the first time since your teenage years, and with all of the excitement you felt that young again too.

The Guerrilla was packed. It was great to see people you had worked with in the past, like Naomi and AJ Styles, but it was also great to meet new faces. Maxxine Dupri was the nicest person you had ever met, and so pretty. And you finally got to meet Chelsea! She wanted to keep in touch in case Matt tried to take her actual belt next time, apparently she hadn’t known he bought the replica.

Right now, the women’s rumble was seconds from kicking everything off so it was mostly women in the area, but a couple guys were wandering around too. Joe Hendry had stayed near you, which both of you were thankful for, he was actually a pretty shy guy behind cameras and you hated being alone around so many people. Jordynne and Naomi were a lot more acquainted than you were with her, so they snuck off to the side to have a chat.

The match was quick to begin with Iyo Sky and Liv Morgan before others started to quickly fill in. Your number was later on, you’d gotten 22. You didn’t want to be so late, and had tried to fight Paul about it but he was adamant the crowd would be excited, plus you had enough spots behind you to stay in for a while. The crowd started to wear out in Geurilla, and eventually you found yourself in the small room everything led to, with about ten other entrants, Maxxine had just went through the curtain at number 14.

“So,” Kevin strolls up from behind you with a bowl of something from catering. “I don’t want to hear a single word of this. But I called in a favor.” Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to him, and he holds up a hand. “Not a word.” And then he walks out. What the fuck?

You don’t have time to think about that anyways, now you’re wishing Jordynne (number 19) good luck as the buzzer rushes. After her, is the great return of Alexa Bliss, who is granted the biggest pop so far, which Zelina Vega follows, and then all that’s left in front of you is the grey curtain covering the biggest opportunity you’ve received in your life.

That was both the longest and shortest minute and a half of your entire life, but when the crowd counts down, and the buzzer rings out, and your music starts playing, you’ve never heard anything louder. You fight to your last breath, and then you keep fighting. You make it pass Nia Jax’s mass elimination, and lots of other attempts, and somehow, its just you and Charlotte Flair. You give it your best, but the nerves get the best of you, and Charlotte ends up throwing you over the rope.

As disappointed as you are, you made it farther than you could’ve dreamed of, and as the fans yell for your attention while you walk back up the ramp, you can’t help but be proud. You walk through the curtain to find your fellow (past, and present) TNA stars cheering you on, and you’re too busy taking the praise with embarrassment and a shy gaze to the ground, that you don’t notice Kevins favor until you’re snapping a picture with HHH for media.

In all of his glory, standing directly across from you all the way across the room, is Cody Rhodes. Clapping. And staring at you, with that one smile. Y’know, the one, the Dashing Cody Rhodes shit eating grin.

“Oh my God, Kevin,” You mutter under your breath when the pictures are over and you can turn away. “What the fuck. Kevin. What the fuck.” Kevin is no where in sight, and Paul is laughing at you so hard.

“Heard you’re a pretty big fan,” You can hear him approaching from behind you and there’s nothing else you can do but face him and hope not to embarrass yourself any further.

“I’d say I’m an avid watcher, if that’s what you’d like to consider me, yes.” He’s still grinning at you like that, and it’s making this so much harder. The rest of the room is funneling out.

“Oh, okay, okay. Just a big Stardust fan, then?” Your lips purse into a fine line when you find you have no explanation.

“How much did he tell you, exactly?” God, you’re never coming back to this company ever again. Only to get back at Kevin for this. He shrugs.

“I’m just teasing, don’t worry,” His grin relaxed, and suddenly he looks more like the American Nightmare Cody, and his hand is resting on your shoulder. “I’m a pretty big fan, too. You were great out there.”

“Oh, I tried my best, thanks,” Your face is heating up again, and you try to push it off.

“Really, you were great. I hope I get to see you around some more.” You still can’t find any words, and the room seems to be getting hotter by the second. “Or, out of it either. Not to be this straight forward, and feel free to tell me to back off, but if you’re around tomorrow, I’d love to take you to dinner or something.”

“Uhm, uh-“ I’m between your sputtering you find yourself laughing. “You’re about to go fight to the death with my brother.” He laughs, looking down at his ring gear, and nods his head, because yes, he’s going to go beat the shit out of your brother.

“I’m guessing that’s a back off?” He looks back up through his eyelashes with the grin that makes you melt.

“No, no, please, bring him to hell and back.” You grin back, before nodding shyly. “Dinner would be great.” Before you have the chance to keep talking, Pauls calling him over, and he gives you an apologetic look and tells you somehow, he’ll get ahold of you before he rushes over to HHH. Kevin comes in shortly after, and laughs at you with no clue that his worst enemy thinks your fine as hell, and that you’re going to go chase Jey Uso down for his phone number. You sit in the Guerrilla for just a second longer and watch them both disappear behind the curtain before you run off to take a shower, and text everybody you’ve ever known that Cody Fucking Rhodes just asked you out.

Maybe you would be coming back to WWE a couple more times.

Wow look at me goooo it feels like its been so long since i wrote for Cody (prolly cuz it has been)

I’m hungry, sick, and tired but I’m ignoring all of my problems and sat down during raw and couldn’t stop so here you go ig

Enjoy this you probably wont get much more from me this month but im gonna try my best i think the seasonal depression hit me mostly last month but its supposed to snow on Wednesday so that’s when we’ll really see

[crimeronan]

im a teenager with seasonal depression and a shitty fatigue causing disability and adhd currently still in highschool and: the way you talk abt minors right to autonomy, and How School Sucks, and everything related to that is. The Most Soothing Shit i hear all day. like. reading some of your posts abt how Good graduating early and being a Problem Child was for you was So Damn Calming.

most ppl immediately go to sooth me with the "but you Are smart, and you just need to try harder!! your life isnt entirely ruined today :) just go to school tomorrow and be Good and Learn and you'll be fineee. you aren't one of the bad ones, Dont Worry :))" and that makes me. invent new types of panic attacks and neuroses on the spot.

but having an Actual Adult whos like "no. school can infact be the fucking Torture pit for some people and it is So Utterly Fucked Up how Anyone can make you do Anything, actually. you arent a bad or damaged person this is Normal and your value isnt dependant on Schooliness. do whatever makes you least likely to kill yourself. you dont owe them shit, especially not being Good. be a problem, take up space."

is. genuinely the nicest thing Ever. to me. like. Makes me Kinda Want To Cry nicest thing ever. anyway yea. thanks for that.

ahh, this is lovely to hear. but i'm so sorry you're going through this.

i remember being in high school in 2011 when the gay teen suicides were national headlines, and everyone had Opinions on it, and the "it gets better" trend was everywhere, and -- while those videos did do a lot of good!! -- they just kind of made me more furious?? because i was so mad at all these adults basically saying, "yeah, high school is an institutional pit of death and horror, but eventually you'll be 18!!" i was like hey. Help Us Now.

it was actually the song "make it stop" by rise against that gave me any peace or sense of belonging, because. here was a band i loved full of straight dudes (as far as i know, anyway) who were just fucking MAD. they were righteously angry!! they gave a fuck what was happening!! and lyrics like "the gatherings hold candles but not their tongues" rang SO true to me, as someone who was dealing with endless "oh, so sad he died, but there was something wrong with his brain" discourse.

the memory of that has made it REALLY easy to hold onto my anger in adulthood. because sometimes kids don't need "it'll be fine, just hang on :)" they need "you're gonna be okay, but FUCK ALL THIS."

it's truly fucking Unconscionable to do what we do even to neurotypical, able-bodied teens with good home lives. i want to say i can't imagine being a teen with chronic fatigue and ADHD going to classes eight hours a day.... but i can!! i did that!! and almost died!!

i honestly think the lack of autonomy in the US school system is traumatic For Everybody. different levels of trauma, for sure! but i think that's part of why adults seem so disconnected from our teen years and can't remember the realities of being an adolescent. we overwrite the horrors.

the good news is: it Does get better after school. astonishingly so.

in the meantime: you don't owe anyone Anything. literally your only job right now is to survive. do whatever you need to do to not kill yourself or end up in jail. don't worry about anything else. i promise it Does Not Matter As Much As People Say It Does.

[loveharlow]

SEVEN Blurb

The Pogues Realize You're Missing

set during s2:005, swearing

“POPE, SIT THE HELL DOWN, MAN…” John B groaned from where he was sat on the patio sofa, feet kicked up with his hands clasped over his stomach as Pope paced the length of the outdoor deck and JJ’s blue eyes trailed the boy’s every step, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong with you?”

Pope just gave the brunette a side-glance, his thumb going in between his teeth quickly as he gnawed on the limb. He didn’t want to say anything — he wanted to let you handle it. You told him you’d be fine. But you also told him that you’d pick up his calls and answer his texts…and you didn’t. You still weren’t.

3 Missed Calls. 7 Unread Messages...

You okay? I called you twice. At least react to the message or something… Dude. Say something or I’m calling again. That’s three calls. Hello??? You said you’d respond. I’m getting worried. Y/N I’m shitting bricks here, so if you’re joking it’s not funny. This is the last text.

Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he quickly jammed his thumb against your contact and put the device to his ear, still pacing the balcony. “I shouldn’t have let you go by yourself…” The boy mumbled to himself.

“Dude, who do you keep calling?” JJ asked from his place in the lounge chair, combat boots kicked up on the coffee table. Pope simply ignored him, whether it was for JJ’s sanity or his own safety, he didn’t know.

The line rang until it didn’t.

“252-414-0313 is not available. At the tone, please leave your message…” The automated female voice directed the stressed boy once again, but he angrily hung up before the beep could even sound — groaning and tugging dangerously at the roots of his hair. 

“Okay, seriously,” The blonde started, sitting up straight in his seat. “Hell’s wrong with you, dude? You’re freakin’ me out…”

Pope simply sighed, letting out a large gust of air as his hands fell limply to his sides before turning around to look at his two friends, both of their eyes on him — wide and waiting. “...It’s Y/N.” He gave up, tossing his arms out carelessly as he spoke, defeat in his tone.

The blue-eyed blonde boy immediately perked up at the mention of you, shoulders once relaxed now square and tense. “What about her?” He asked, mildly confused as John B sat up slowly, the same look of confusion etched onto his face.

“I…” Pope stuttered, shifting on his feet. “She didn’t want me to say anything and I was trying to let her handle it on her own-”

“Pope, what’re you talking about?” JJ pressed, standing from his seat — John B looking up at his two friends from where he sat on the sofa, wondering what exactly you had done to have Pope losing his mind on the patio of The Chateau.

“...She left.” Pope blurted, rising and dropping his shoulders awkwardly.

JJ’s eyes went wide, his neck lurching as his lips contorted, a sentence forming itself. “Left? What do you mean she left?” He asked, incredulously. “Left and went where? I thought she was inside.”

“She went to get Marley, or try to-”

“The fuck?” JJ reacted. “And you didn’t stop her?”

“I offered to go with her but she wouldn’t let me-”

“Why didn’t you say something?” JJ countered — eyes squinted, cheeks flushing an angry shade of red.

“She told me not to!”

“Why would you listen to her?!”

“Okay!” John B finally stepped in, standing up and in between the boys who’d grown dangerously close to each other — a hand on each of their chests. “Yelling at each other isn’t going to fix anything. So, chill out…” John B directed, slowly lowering his hands and angling his body more towards Pope. “You said she went to get Marley back, right? So why are you freaking out?”

Pope swallowed harshly, rubbing a hand over the top of his head as he spoke. “She thinks Barry has her at his trailer and you know how that part of town is…” Pope alluded, referring to the countless criminals and dealers who lived under the radar and in that exact trailer park. “I offered to go,” He reiterated, eyes on JJ. “But she said it was too dangerous for me and that she’d dealt with them before. But we agreed that if I didn’t hear from her then I’d tell you guys.”

“Stupid fuckin’ agreement…” JJ scoffed, turning and taking a few steps away from his friends — running his fingers through his hair. “Is she fucking crazy? Why would she….” He trailed off angrily, balling and un-balling his fists trying to quell his anger, to no avail. “Dammit!” He screamed, kicking the coffee table causing the objects on top of it to shake and fall.

“Calm down-” John B tried.

“Don’t tell me to calm down-” JJ warned, swiping the boy’s hand off of his shoulder and stepping closer.

“Why can I hear you idiots from all the way outside?” Kiara appeared, the screen door closing behind her — a look on her face between annoyance and confusion.

“Pope let Y/N go to Barry’s alone and now no one can get a hold of her-”

“I didn’t have a choice!” The distressed boy defended.

“Yeah fuckin’ right…” JJ dismissed.

“Screw you-”

“Shut up!” Kie screamed, hands in front of her. The boys went silent, eyes going to the brown-haired girl closest to the door. “She went to Barry’s? Alone?”

“Yup.” JJ said, drawing his lips into a thin line before scoffing unbelievably. “And you just let her leave without saying shit to anyone…” He threw out at Pope once again.

“It’s not his fault, JJ.” John B defended. “We all know how she is, none of us could’ve stopped her from going. And let’s not jump the gun here, alright?” JB tried, locking eyes with each of his friends. “It’s just Barry, right? Rafe’s in jail and Barry wouldn’t do any-”

“No, he’s not.” Kiara added, all heads whipping in her direction — the girl standing with a hand clasped over her mouth, her eyes pointed aimlessly at the ground as she came to several realizations at once. 

“...What?” Pope blurted, brown eyes going astronomically wide.

“The hell do you mean he’s not?” JJ questioned aggressively. 

“They…” Kie stuttered, trying to think and speak all at once — her hands waving wildly in front of her as she struggled to get her words out. “They let him out like, an hour ago.” She said, voice and hands shaking.

“You don’t know that.” John B immediately dismissed, fear and anger coursing through his veins at the new world of possibilities of things that could happen, could’ve happened, or could be happening to you. “...How do you know that?”

That’s when Kiara took a single step to her left, revealing a mourning Sarah standing by herself outside — arms wrapped around herself like a child as she made eye contact with everyone on the patio. No one had expected to see her so soon after what happened.

Seeing someone die. Seeing someone you love die…It sticks with you. For a long time.

“...Because she told me.”

The environment fell into a tense silence, everyone’s eyes trained ahead of them or at the floor or at nothing at all. Until they all heard the familiar pattering of paws approaching — everyone’s heads whipping towards the sound to find Marley running towards The Chateau. 

“What the hell…” JJ mumbled under his breath, running to let the animal in as she ran up the steps and jumped onto the sofa. Everyone looked at each other — confused, angry, worried…

Suddenly, John B’s jaw was clenching, the boy swiping his car keys up from the coffee table with no hesitation. “..The van. Now.”

©loveharlow.

[r3d-ca9]

OHG HI HI HELLO HELLO

1. Because of Bloodwing and Talon, I usually associate him with vultures!! Something like a bearded vulture, usually. Or other birds of prey.

2. I'd make him a necklace or draw him something!! He's not used to receiving gifts, and isn't too picky, so he'd like pretty much anything I got for him. But a handmade item would mean a LOT more to him, for sure.

3. Exploring Pandora, poking around for secrets and loot. Although if we don't have the energy for that, nothing beats catching up on some drama shows. 😫

4. Y'know.....we uh. Don't really have a house. WHOOPS. I'm gonna say...he'd love any chores involving taking care of the birds, of course. S tier chore. And...just like me, he'd probably HATE dishes. Because dishes suck ass.

5. Oh hell yeah. Dude's basically a stunt driver. If you can successfully survive driving on Pandora for any period of time, you get an A+ from me.

6. Fuckin...hawk screech. You know, the one people always use for eagle noises, even though it's not an eagle sound LMAO.

7. He hates being online. It's stressful. It's dumb. He hates the shit other people post. BUT....maybe, yeah.

8. Mmmmmmm....I wanna say...no...I mean, maybe at some point he did? But he's too cynical for that sort of thing now. Besides...it's more satisfying to view relationships as this thing you work really hard for, rather than some magic that happens out of your control. Soulmates may not be real. But it doesn't mean love is any less powerful.

9. Super casual like, the same way I do everything LMAO. "Hey guys. This is my boyfriend. And these are his birds. Ain't that fuckin' sick? Hell yeah."

10. 👀 cough cough

11. They both seem cool and intimidating, are actually enormous nerds. 👉😎��

12. It's a toss up between red and green!

13. Also pretty casually! Although. A bit more shy about it. They'd probably know already, or have suspicions, and then be like "I FUCKING KNEW IT"

14. Okay, see...he'd. He'd wanna say something that he thinks is cute. Which isn't a lot of things, maybe a baby bird or some shit. But the OBVIOUS answer is a skag, because I'm very dog.

15. Chocolate. Anyone who knows me at all knows that chocolate is the way to my heart. (Also jerky.)

16. We don't really do pet names? At least, I...haven't really thought of any decent ones. Probably a simple "babe", I guess?? (SORRY MORDY, THE CUTE AND CRINGE PET NAMES ARE RESERVED FOR MY IRL HUSBAND 😤😤😤)

17. 👀👀 COUGH COUGH ............ nah i'm messin', he really loves just chilling!!! Life on Pandora is chaotic, messy, and stressful...any chance to just sit and do something low-key is always appreciated.

18. Acts of service, for sure! Helping me solve problems, getting stuff for me, comforting me, he just likes checking on me and making sure I'm doing well!!

19. My winning personality 🫡

20. GRAH, I don't know. I guess he likes how resilient I can be, and how even in the face of stress and danger, I still try to crack jokes and break the tension for the benefit of those around me. He has a hard time seeing the brighter side of life sometimes, and so do I, but I'll be DAMNED if I'm just gonna sit by and let despair swallow me up.

21. Oh my HEART. I don't think he's much of an artist, but I will fold it up and keep it in my wallet forever, no matter what it looks like. <3

22. Mordy doesn't really like eating, so no. He only eats what he has to, so I would never try to snatch any snacks from him, tbh. I am actively throwing protein bars at him.

23. Lol. Red. ❤️

F/O Ask Game!!

A list of questions to answer about your f/o!! You guys can just go down the list and answer them all (I'd love to see it!!!) in a reblog, orrr you can reblog and have others ask you these questions in your inbox! Have fun!! PR.OSHI.P, NOT FOR YOU!

What animal does your f/o remind you of?

If you got your f/o a gift, what would you get them? 

What is your favorite hobby to think about doing with your f/o?

What chores would your f/o do around the house? Are there any they REALLY dislike?

Would you trust your f/o to drive a car?

What kind of ringtone or notification sound would you have for your f/o?

Would your f/o fight someone online? 

Does your f/o believe in soulmates?

How would you introduce your f/o to your friends? How do you think that would go? 

What's the first scenario that comes to your head when you think of being with your f/o?

What dynamic would you use to describe you and your f/o? 

What color do you associate with your f/o? 

How would your f/o introduce you to those they care about? How do you think that would go?

What animal do you remind your f/o of?

What would your f/o get you for Valentine's day, if anything? 

What does your f/o call you in their head? What do they call you aloud/to others?

What does your f/o like doing with you the most? 

How does your f/o show their love best? 

What's your f/o's favorite feature of yours?

What're your f/o's favorite personality traits of yours?

If your f/o drew you, how would you describe the art piece?

Does your f/o share food with you?

What color would your f/o associate you with?

What?? Who's tagging their friends again?- not me... I just really wanna see yalls answers. Formal invitation lest you become worried I don't wanna see it. @jpeg-indulgence @starshakez @moxanji-real @frankys-wife @katsenbergs-soulmate @katanahusband @fl0ralsxgar @one-winged-dreams AND LITERALLY ANYONE WHO SEES THIS.

[forabeatofadrum]

Bagagedrager

Summary: Kurt is biking around the city, but to his annoyance, a tourist is obstructing his way. Luckily, this pesky interaction leads to something else.

Notes: Sometimes, an annoying moment takes place in your day and the best way to deal with it is to think "How can I blorbo-fy this?" and that has led to this fic.

Thank you @cerriddwenluna for helping me brainstorm!

Title is from Gers Pardoel's number Bagagedrager, which I actually don't even like that much, but it's iconic. A bagagedrager is the rack on the back of your bike that's used to store your bags, or people can use it as an uncomfortable backseat.

Enjoy.

AO3 | S&C

--

Spring maar achter op bij mij, achter op me fiets

En ik weet nog niet waar we naartoe gaan samen, maar dat boeit me ook helemaal niets.

--

Kurt loves cycling. It makes living in the Netherlands way more enjoyable than America. He would like to think he's assimilated enough to get the cycling rules. Sure, he's fucked up once by not extending his hand when he braked in order to turn left, and he almost created a chain collision, but that was weeks ago! He's gotten better!

And because he's gotten better, he now knows what's rude and what's not. And what is happening in front of him now, is rude.

There’s a man standing in the middle of Kurt’s path, and he’s holding up a phone to make a photo of a beautiful building.

Tourists.

Kurt cannot blame him. He remembers when he first moved to Groningen and he also spent a lot of time taking in the sights. But he can blame him for the fact that this asshole is obstructing his path. He waits for this man to finish taking his photo, but then to Kurt’s dismay, the man doesn’t move when he’s done and instead takes his sweet time to post it online, or whatever.

Seriously?

It's a narrow road, so it's not like Kurt can go past him, unless he decides to bike on the pavement.

Kurt rings the bell.

The man startles and looks at Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt gestures towards the path, and the man realises what he's doing.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, sounding apologetic, but he's still not moving from his spot.

"Sam, come on," they hear. And then another man appears to gracefully whisk away his friend from his spot on the road.

"Thanks," Kurt says, and turns towards his saviour.

And he almost falls of his bike.

This guy is very cute!

"Oh. Uh. Thanks," Kurt stutters out, "Again."

"No biggie. Sorry for my friend," the guy says.

"Dude. Damn, I was so caught up in this," the first guy says, "Let me make it up to you!"

"That's not-" Kurt starts. He'd rather just go on with his day.

"Please, let me!" he sounds maybe a bit too desperate.

"Sam-" the hot one cuts in.

"Trust me, bro, trust me," the first guy, Sam, says to his bro.

"Uh," is all that Kurt can muster.

"Okay?"

Sam takes out a note and a pen and quickly scribbles something down.

"Here. My number. I'll pay a coffee or whatever. Maybe a muffin."

"That's not need-"

Sam shoves the note in Kurt's hand.

"Send me a message."

"Are you... hitting on me?" Kurt asks to be sure. How else can he explain Sam's utter glee at asking Kurt out?

Sam laughs.

"No, I have a girlfriend."

"Okay?"

This is getting weirder and weirder.

"Sam, I think he just wants to continue his trip," the hot one says and he gives Kurt an apologetic look.

"Yes. I would like that," Kurt says with a pointed tone in his voice.

Sam apologises again, but then finally, he lets Kurt go on with his day. Kurt gives an awkward nod as a farewell and bikes on.

What just happened?

--

A couple of hours later, he texts Sam. He almost didn't plan to do it, but he's craving a coffee, and maybe a muffin, and if the offer stands, it stands. Kurt's not going to pass up free coffee. And Kurt wants to know if Sam is serious.

It seems so, because Sam is once again apologetic and asks Kurt to meet up at Toet, a café that specialises in desserts.

Kurt has nothing better to do, so he goes. He bikes towards Toet, because of course he does, this is the Netherlands, and waits for Sam inside.

But to Kurt's surprise, Sam isn't the one who arrives.

It's the hot one.

"Hi," he says.

"Uh. Hello?" Kurt says back.

"I hope you weren't too hopeful about seeing Sam, cause he sent me!"

"Hello," Kurt says again. Truly, this entire ordeal did not go as planned.

But he also doesn't mind. He only came here for the free coffee and muffin, so he has to admit that he's not too bothered about Sam not showing up.

"My name is Blaine," the hot guy introduces himself.

"Kurt," Kurt says back. He had sent his name to Sam in his message, but he doesn't know if Sam told Blaine. "So, uh, what exactly is going on here?"

Blaine turns a bit red.

Or maybe it is just the cosy lightning.

"Sam, uhm... Okay, I will be upfront. I think you're cute and Sam is setting us up."

Kurt's eyes widen.

"I mean, if you're- That's- If it makes you uncomfortable- Argh, sorry! Let me just buy you the coffee and muffin and I'll go," Blaine stutters out and turns around to see if he can order.

"Wait," Kurt leaps out of his seat and grabs Blaine's arm.

Blaine looks over his shoulder.

"I don't mind!" Kurt says quickly, "Truly. I'd rather have you here than Sam. No offense to him."

"None taken," Blaine says.

"Kurt lets go of Blaine, so that Blaine can finally, properly, take a seat."Kurt lets go of Blaine, so that Blaine can finally, properly, take a seat.

"I admit I think you're hot too," Kurt says. It is true, but he's also glad to have gotten the option to get to know Blaine.

Damn, was this all one big elaborate scheme from Sam?

"Sam is truly sorry, though," Blaine says, "He didn't think. He was too busy sending a nice photo to his girlfriend, that he didn't notice he was blocking your way."

Okay, still an honest mistake, with a nice consequence.

It would be a bit creepy if Sam knew him before today and deliberately looked up Kurt's route just to play wingman.

Blaine tells Kurt that he's been living in Groningen for as long as him, and that Sam's visiting him. Kurt also tells Blaine more about his life and how he ended up here.

It's nice. They're hitting it off.

They order two coffees and a piece of cake to share.

"Sam's buying," Blaine says gleefully, and Kurt is grateful for Sam's convoluted plan.

After two hours and another piece of cake, it's time for them to part. It was an unexpected, but succesful, first date.

"Can I get your number?" Kurt asks once they're outside. He'd rather have Blaine's number up front, instead of having Sam be a messenger.

"Sure, of course," Blaine looks happy.

"I'd like to see you again," Kurt adds.

"Same," Blaine says with a smile.

They quickly exchange numbers.

"See you," Blaine says with a wave.

"Yes. Definitely," Kurt says back.

He watches Blaine unlock a bike and then bike away. Kurt smiles. He also unlocks his bike to go home. During his way home, he passes the building that Sam was photographing.

"Thanks!" he yells towards the building, which leads to some confused bystanders, but Kurt doesn't care. He bikes on, happily humming a tune. He can't wait to text Blaine.

--

En spring maar achterop bij mij, dan gaan we samen weg,

En ik weet nog niet waar naar toe, maar dat maakt niet uit want ik weet wel de weg.

--

End notes: Shhhh don't think too much about why Kurt and Blaine are living in Groningen. I chose that city because I recently visited it for the first time and I liked it. Also, since I've only been to Groningen once, I have no clue where their initial meeting is taking place, or if a place like that even exists. I actually didn't go to Toet, although it was recommended to me. I preferred to go to the cat café, but Toet felt like a fitting place for them to have their first date.

Hope you enjoyed.

[sturniololuvz]

The Sleepiest Sturniolo

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings: none , just a sleepy girl 🩷

The camera was rolling, the Sturniolo triplets were seated, and in between them was their tiny, four-year-old sister, Y/N. Today’s video was supposed to be a fun vlog where they let Y/N take over their channel, but there was one little problem—Y/N was exhausted.

Matt was holding her in his lap while Chris adjusted the camera. Nick, sitting on the other side of her, smirked. “Alright, guys, today we’re letting Y/N take over the channel.”

Chris grinned. “Y/N, tell everyone what we’re doing today.”

Y/N blinked slowly at the camera, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Ummmm…” She wiggled a little in Matt’s arms. “I wanna watch Bluey.”

Matt laughed. “Yeah, but we’re making a video, remember?”

Y/N frowned dramatically. “I ’member… but I tired.”

Nick chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair. “We know, dude. You’ve been yawning since we started.”

Chris turned to her. “Okay, Y/N, how about we show everyone your cool dance moves?”

Y/N lifted her head, blinking at him. “No.”

Matt snorted. “No?”

Y/N shook her head, her messy hair flopping into her face. “I too sweepy.”

Nick covered his mouth to stop from laughing. “Alright, alright. No dancing. What if we—”

Before he could finish, Y/N suddenly flopped forward, her tiny arms wrapping around Matt’s torso. “Mattie, I wanna snuggle.”

Matt’s heart melted instantly. “Dude, you’re gonna make me cry. You wanna finish the video first?”

Y/N yawned so hard her whole body moved. “Noooooo,” she whined dramatically.

Chris threw his hands in the air. “Guys, this video is literally just Y/N fighting for her life against sleep.”

Nick grinned. “We should just change the title to Trying to Film with a Toddler Who’s Running on 2% Battery.”

Matt rubbed Y/N’s back. “Alright, guys, I think we lost our special guest.” He looked down at her, and sure enough, her eyes were fluttering shut.

Chris sighed, shaking his head with a smile. “Welp, that’s a wrap. Say bye, Y/N!”

Y/N barely lifted her head, mumbling, “Bye-bye…” before snuggling deeper into Matt’s hoodie.

Nick leaned into the camera. “Alright, guys, don’t forget to like and subscribe, and if you’re sleepy like Y/N… go take a nap.”

Chris clicked off the camera and stretched. “Well, that was a successful video.”

Matt rolled his eyes, adjusting Y/N in his arms. “Yeah, if the goal was to watch a four-year-old pass out on camera.”

Nick grinned. “Honestly? Kinda iconic.”

And with that, the triplets carried their tiny, sleeping sister upstairs—because even YouTube videos came second to making sure Y/N got her nap.

[ammyamarant]

Kamen Rider Gavv ep 1 thoughts

Just going to watch one episode right now because I need to finish Kabuto and I need to Know what Kabuto has up its sleeve. But, the tl;dr of Gavv: Cute show, I can see how traumatized this poor kid will get by the end

Gavv ep 1

okay so I’m already reminded of W. Wonder if there will be a mentor figure that dies like Soukichi does in the first fucking five minutes of W

oh neat doors. I’ve seen Labyrinth too.

jfc how old is this kid he looks baby

yeet out of a plane and the tinkly “oh this is the world mom is from” music lmao

lbr considering the environment you just escaped from and the way you were happy to be freefalling because you were where your mom is from, I think needing some food is understating it.

"what do you have? Do you eat it?" has the same energy as my "what is gender? do you eat it?" joke

WHAT IS YOUR BODY MADE OF

Karakida I want your jacket. Give

Ah you have no communication skills. Understood

"This isn't a monster case" "So what is it?" "Woman fucking killed her own husband and shh keep your fucking voice down"

"today's harvest" and it looks like bloody organs. Hey I've seen 12 Hour Shift too.

oh you've never been allowed actual food have you

oh goddamn it I can hear Apollo aiming the dodgeball already

my dude. you got a tummy ache then gave birth to something. human women would kill for that to be their normal gestation cycle.

mm, cgi is kinda……………………

"hey now I've been fed actual food and have real energy I can make minions" yeah I mean that makes sense. People get all kinds of bodily processes back once they've been properly fed. Usually takes a while for their body to recover but hey you ain't human so I get it

this kid is so sweet and kind giving obvious main character (yeah I know it's shouma) a place to stay and some sweets to eat.

oh right the street drugs WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HENTAI ASS THING

oh it's just a mouth. Wicked teeth.

Shouma is such a sweetheart

Also ye, I can see why Shouma is enchanted by sweets if his mom never let him have any of the family drugs.

excuse me I need to figure out a way to get into this world and beat down this addict before he hurts this kid

Shouma I would like a full rundown of what you can do because was that super speed and running perpendicular on a vertical surface? My dude? Answers?

Mm, sick monster design

Yeah, the monster and the kid both being like "hey what the fuck" to Shouma is fucking hilarious.

oh fucking ow

your mom turned into a bloody organ thing. Are we sure this isn't just a horror movie?

I feel like these minion things showing up saying "eat gummy!" shouldn't feel as threatening as they do.

OH GOD THE CRYING EYES. I'M HOWLING

"oh with the other one" lmao

I wonder what this show is like on edibles because the bright colours are fun and I had a blast watching Ex-Aid baked. Tho I'd consider that a little too on the nose considering the street drug metaphor of those dark candies

little dudes go somewhere safe that isn't under the fighting feet!

oh interesting so if he gets a lot of battle damage he can repair it by using another minion. Very neat. Wish more "battle damage" was repairable that easily. Looking at you, 3rd Birthday.

oh calling both of them monsters and Shouma just taking it is heartbreaking.

I'm definitely feeling the difference between Takaiwa and whoever the suit actor for Gavv is, but it's more "huh, that's a different way of doing the stunts" than anything bad. I do miss Takaiwa but that's mostly because he's a fucking legend. This guy's doing great, tho.

did… they repurpose the build driver for this?

takaiwa usually stood upright, even for meek characters like Ryotaro, while it seems like this guy's default stance is hunched over. iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting. Says a lot about Shouma in this form

okay I was about to say this Rider Kick is lame, but nah, it's pretty good.

Shouma you are sunshine and joy wrapped in ptsd. That's not even a joke I know you're fucking riddled with ptsd from just your memories of your mother alone

Shouma you are not Eiji stop being a hobo

Cute show.

[tadc-and-md-sideblog]

"When Your Boyfriend's Also Your Best Friend"

Chapter 3: Minecraft and Karaoke and Pillow Fights and Anime

AO3 link

They made a list of things to do for the night. A mental one, at least; a set of suggestions that they called back and forth to each other as they flew back to the Doorman apartment.

Watching anime was the given.

N suggested they play Minecraft.

Uzi suggested they listen to all their favorite songs and maybe have a karaoke party.

They landed at the door, and Uzi marched in, pulling N by the hand behind her. “Hi, Mom,” she called into the living room, where Nori— in her recently rebuilt body— was reading with headphones on, reclining horizontally on the couch with her legs slung over the armrest. N had theorized that was where Uzi had gotten her bad posture.

“Hey, babe,” Nori said back, lifting a hand to wave without looking away from her book. As Uzi and N headed for Uzi’s room, she glanced at them over the top of her book, then rolled her eyes and continued reading.

“Kay, what’s first on the list, dude?” Uzi hopped up onto her bed and immediately swung herself into a criss-cross-applesauce position.

N tapped his fingers together for a few seconds. “How much do you think the finale is going to, uh… ‘damage’ me?”

Uzi clapped her hands once, loudly. “You’re gonna cry. I know it.”

“Okay!” He laughed nervously. “Minecraft? On creative mode?”

Uzi pretended to pout. “Dang it, no death by zombies or creepers. Okay, boot it up!”

N set to doing just that, while Uzi rolled her desk chair up next to her bed to better face the TV. N let himself drop backwards into it as he handed Uzi one of the controllers. She jumped back onto her bed, snickering. “I’m gonna build a tower to the sun. What’re you gonna do?”

He studied the load-up screen, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think I’m gonna build a cabin out of glowstone. It’s gonna be so pretty at night!”

Uzi stuck out a foot and patted him on the head with it a couple times. “You do that. Can’t wait to see it.”

The game opened, and the soft background piano music began to play. Uzi watched the instant smile of relaxation cross her boyfriend’s face as it did, and that warmed her.

N set to creating his glowing little cabin, with a foundation and everything, while Uzi began stacking block after block on top of each other until her side of the screen was nothing but a high-up, distant view of the whole rest of the map. As N continued to build his cabin, she could’ve sworn she saw it glowing in the distance below as the in-game sun set.

After a minute or so, Uzi got bored with her tower and made her character jump off, cackling to herself as she watched its POV fall. It hit the ground with no consequences, and she sighed.

N got so preoccupied with building his cabin, arranging the windows in convenient places, and making a glass roof, that he didn’t notice the farm animals rapidly getting spawned into the main part of his house. Uzi did her best to stifle her giggles, but N was too zoned into his methodical work to wonder what she was laughing about.

It wasn’t until she created a door to lock all the animals inside and ran off that he finally took his character back downstairs to find the place completely overrun by square chickens, pigs, sheep, and cows.

He shrieked. “What? Where did all these—?!”

And Uzi lost it. Doubled over laughing, dropping her controller onto the bed beside her, wheezing for air. N spun in his chair and tried to shoot her a look, but her hysterical joy was contagious. He couldn’t help smiling, even seeing her revel in the results of her prank on him.

He got her back five minutes later by spawning at least five hundred chickens on top of her tower, planting a bomb at the base of it, then blowing it up and making it rain chickens for thirty seconds straight.

Both of them had the giggles after that.

They meddled around in the digital world for another twenty minutes or so, then decided to switch to something else.

One of Uzi’s missions over the past couple weeks had been to introduce N to as many songs as she possibly could. When she’d asked him what his favorite song was, or at least his favorite genre, he’d more or less given her a blank stare. He hadn’t known. He’d all but never actually listened to music for fun.

So Uzi had shown him a ton of songs that she liked, then she’d shown him other kinds of songs that might’ve been more his style. So far he’d loved her favorites, and especially loved the anime theme songs he’d heard. (It helped that they could automatically translate the Japanese.)

He’d also taken a liking to a certain style of country music, the fun ones that had dances created to them, and although Uzi was initially horrified at this, she’d brushed it off with a sort of satisfaction that he was getting to discover more things that he liked for himself.

They listened and jammed out to a bunch of their favorite songs, then did the same thing with the same songs in nightcore. Khan poked his head in during a particularly loud and off-key match of Don’t Stop Believin’, and Uzi used the solver to throw a pillow at him.

During a brief famine of finding good songs to play, N found a drawer labeled with something about baby cows and started looking through Uzi’s collection of photos. Uzi caught him, and then the two spent the next few minutes gushing over the pictures together.

The drawer was closed, and Uzi flopped back onto her bed, staring up at her re-crafted ceiling conspiracy board. Amidst all the ramblings and morbid sketches were N’s drawings of the two of them, cards he’d written to her, and random doodles of dogs. They were like bright little stars amidst the dark night sky she’d plastered up there.

She rolled to the side of the bed and peered down. N had sprawled himself out across the floor and was also looking at the ceiling, though his eyes darted to meet hers when he realized she was in sight.

He waved lazily. “Hi.”

Uzi took her pillow and dropped it on his face.

N made a muffled noise, then sat up and tossed it back at her. She blocked it with another pillow, snickering, then threw them both back down at him.

“It’s on,” he challenged, jumping back to his feet, at the same time she stood up on her bed, bundling up her blanket as another fake pillow.

Their pillow “battle” was rather anticlimactic; Uzi tossed the blanket over N’s head and he tripped over it and wiped out. When she jumped down to try and help him up, he scooped her up and dumped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then wrapped her up in her blanket like a burrito and set her back on her bed.

“Cheater,” she said, muffled by the blanket.

He patted her head, grinning too cutely for her to have any genuine annoyance at all.

“Don’t laugh, this is gonna be you in an hour when we finish season 1.”

“Oh, boy.”

That was the cue for them to finally pull up whatever sketchy website Uzi had been watching all her anime on to find the last few episodes of said season. The last good season, Uzi kept insisting.

Sure enough, for the last episode, N wound up huddled up in the blanket himself, staring weepy-eyed and in horror at the screen, all while Uzi held onto his arm, half-comforting him and half-taking comfort herself.

The credits rolled as the final scene panned out, and he leaned back until he was staring with the same shell-shocked expression at the ceiling.

“Is she alive?” he squeaked. “How is he alive. I thought they all died—!”

“I’ll explain more of that to you sometime,” Uzi insisted. “It gets a little confusing.”

He sat up again and flexed his fingers, taking a moment to check the time in his own visor. 12:14 A.M.

Maybe it was time to get some rest. They’d all been programmed with a day/night, active/recharge type schedule to match humans, which unfortunately meant they couldn’t just stay up all night goofing off.

N poked Uzi in the shoulder. “I think it’s bedtime.”

“Aww… but…” Uzi grabbed onto his arm and keeled over. “But fun.”

He cupped her face. “But recharge.”

As if on cue, a loud knock on the door startled them both as footsteps walked by in the hall outside. “Listen to the idiot, Uzi,” Nori’s voice yelled. “Go to sleep, or I’ll knock you both out myself.”

“Uuuuuggghhhhhh.” Uzi sat up again, running a couple fingers through her hair. “Fine. Whatever. Dumb recharge. Fine.”

“There we go!” N took her by the face again and kissed her on the forehead. “Goodnight. I love you.”

She melted into the embrace, smiling deliriously. “I love you.”

He climbed off the bed and took to his usual hanging-upside-down-from-the-ceiling-by-his-tail-like-a-vampire-bat sleeping position, extending his wings only to fold them around himself like a shield blanket thing. His face was barely visible through a sliver between some of his wing blades, but Uzi could see he’d already closed his eyes.

She gave him one last soft look, then lay down and drifted off herself, contented.

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next up, V joins the party and everyone goes on a spontaneous treasure hunt adventure thing

[musashi]

it's been years and im still mad about the tiktok therapyspeak crowd invading this website and making it cool and trendy to psychoanalyze people who enjoy doing acts of service for their loved ones. absolutely insane behaviour. i was taking a uquiz once and it told me my way of loving people wasn't valid because OP decided it came from some deep-seated childhood trauma. because i like to clean for my girlfriend when she is tired. y'all just let that happen

[egophiliac]

(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....

can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.

fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[opikiquu]

(disappears for a month and reappears with a slightly obscure hyperfixation) Hey guys