#every nugget i get about this season scares me

[devondespresso]

TERRIFIED of watching arcane s2 because i know they're gonna put me through the ringer

[misshoneyimhome]

DAD WILLY okay I love the vids where babies are like shook when their dads shave off their beards so what about post season Will shaves his beard for the summer break and it’s the first time your lil nugget has seen him without one and he cries because like who tf is this strange man where is my dad…and Willy is so upset that your baby is scared of him but you’re cracking up because you love his beard too and go “he’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave” 🤣😉

Alright, so, I didn't really intend to post this today, but I just couldn't resist 🙈 I loved the idea for this scenario so so much, and I just had to create something out of it - even if it's a bit brief 😉

So, let's imagine it's set a few years earlier than this, with baby Eliot just over a year old during the off-season 🤗

[What can I say, I just love Willy with a good beard 🙈]

Dad!Willy x reader

Word count: 1.5K

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"He’s just as upset as I usually am when you shave"

"Hmm…" William mumbled to himself, running his hand over his beard while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Don't you dare," your voice came from behind him as you stood in the bathroom doorway, catching his attention.

"What do you mean?" your boyfriend chuckled lightly, as he contemplated what to do with his facial hair.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, babe... you know I don't like it when you shave it all off, which I know is what you're thinking of doing right now," you said firmly, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as you glanced at him, noticing the shaver on the counter.

"Well, it's my beard... I can do what I want with it," he countered with a mischievous grin, knowing he had some say in the matter. After all, it was his face and his choice. But you couldn't resist reminding him how much you preferred him with the beard, or at least some stubble.

"I know, Willy... it's just..." you said, offering a light smile. "You're just really hot with a beard – it gives you a rugged and manly look," you flirted your best.

"You mean I look like a tramp... or a monkey," he joked playfully, playing with the shaver.

"Well, maybe a little, but you're my monkey," you said with a sweet smile, walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his bare torso, resting your head on his shoulder after giving him a soft kiss.

"But babe, it's just too hot in the summer... And I prefer the clean look, you know," he explained with a gentle smile.

"I know, I know... just, please consider letting it grow back before the season starts," you pleaded, giving your best puppy-dog eyes.

"We'll see," he merely replied with a light chuckle. "But I am shaving my chest."

"Why though?" you asked.

"Because it's better for when I'm tanning," William chuckled.

"But I love your chest hair!" you whined playfully, adding a hint of mischief to your tone. "If I can't have your beard giving me love burns between my thighs, at least let me have something to grab onto on your chest," you winked teasingly, subtly hinting at potential sexual activities.

Causing William to burst into laughter, as he found your complaints about him shaving both his beard and chest every summer incredibly sweet and endearing. But nothing seemed to change his mind. Well, perhaps you had one little trick up your sleeve.

As he took hold of the shaver, you gazed intently at him through the mirror.

"Alright, but I'm warning you, if you keep shaving it off all summer, I won't shave my fanny for you…" you teased, testing the waters knowing how much he preferred your down stairs area to be neat and clean.

"You wouldn't!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, I would!"

"No, you wouldn't, babe," William chuckled. "We both know you won't be able to let it grow without getting irritated... especially not during summer when you'll be wearing a bikini."

And you knew he was right.

But before you could counter with a witty remark, cries suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

"You win this round, Nylander," you chuckled lightly, before heading back to the kitchen to comfort your little son, who seemed to indicate that you'd spent too much time chatting with Dad in the bathroom.

"Shh, mummy's here, love," you reassured Eliot, lifting him out of the high chair and holding him close until his crying softened.

And while comforting your child, you suddenly heard the familiar buzzing noise of a shaver coming from the bathroom.

"Oh fuck," you softly murmured to yourself in disappointment.

Truth be told, it's not that you didn't like William without a beard. You always found your boyfriend incredibly attractive to say the least, but you just had a preference for him with facial hair. And not the delicate little moustache he occasionally attempted to sport. It just made him look like a young teen who couldn’t grow a proper beard, or a creep. No, you adored the thick stubble that adorned his masculine jawline and trailed down his neck.

Well, at least when he kept it well-groomed.

William had a habit of neglecting to style his beard during the season, letting it grow a bit longer than usual. And then eventually, he'd grow tired and irritated with it, deciding to trim it. But just a bit.

You always felt that William looked more rugged with a beard. Given his particular fondness for fashion, jewellery, and his lack of prowess in handy crafts, he wasn't always the epitome of traditional masculinity. However, seeing him with some facial hair just added a touch of toughness that you appreciated. Especially given that you knew he had a rougher side, both on and off the ice.

In a way, you saw it as a primal biological attraction – a preference for a masculine male, someone robust for breeding, to ensure the growth of a strong child.

And truth be told, he had played his part in that aspect: giving you Eliot, your first son. Who at just one year old, he bore a striking resemblance to his father. His big blue eyes and bright blonde hair had been copied and pasted directly from William. And if that wasn’t enough, he was a solid and hungry child, much like his dad.

As you held the toddler close, finally managing to soothe his cries of feeling momentarily neglected – again, a perfect mimic of William, you handed him a pacifier, gently set him down, and guided him towards the play area scattered with his toys.

And for nearly ten minutes, you engaged in playtime with your son. However, the abrupt halt of the buzzing noise signalled the deed was done. You almost dreaded how your man would look upon his return from the bathroom.

And as he emerged in the doorway, you had to stifle a chuckle. The tough and strong hockey player had transformed into someone who could easily pass as a college frat boy. And it didn't exactly please you.

Yet, as he approached you and Eliot, wanting to join in the playtime, squatting and settling down with his little family, you accepted the outcome as it was. However, Eliot did not.

The young boy took one look at his father, then suddenly burst into tears as if something had deeply upset him.

"What the-?" William was genuine bewildered by his son's unexpected cries.

And you couldn't help but burst into laughter, watching Eliot’s reaction to the sight of his own dad.

"He's crying... why is he crying, babe? What did I do?" William sounded almost panicked as he attempted to reach for his son. However, Eliot instead tried his best to crawl away from the unfamiliar sight and reached out for you to pick him up and hold him close.

"Shh... it's okay, baby," you tried to comfort your son. "It's just daddy," you reassured him in a calm voice, though laughter was bubbling up inside you.

Eliot's wide, terrified eyes remained fixed on William, while seeking solace in your motherly embrace to stop crying. But every time William attempted to approach and touch him, Eliot turned away, crying even louder despite the pacifier in his mouth.

And you just couldn't contain yourself any longer.

"Shit, what's happening?" William asked, utterly confused.

"He's just as upset as I usually am when you shave," you chuckled deeply, still holding and comforting your son in your arms.

"He's seriously crying because I shaved?" your boyfriend asked, throwing his arms up in defeat as his son gradually calmed down and settled his breaths in his tiny lungs.

"Seems like it, Willy," you grinned. "Apparently, he doesn't quite recognise you," you added with a soft smile, feeling rather pleased that your son seemed to strongly agree with your opinion about William's facial hair.

"I shaved last summer too," he tried to justify.

"True, but then he was just a newborn, love," you smiled again. "He's only seen you with a beard for the past six or seven months as his little brain has developed more."

And this time, William had to concede defeat.

Eliot had made the verdict, and it seemed the beard had to make a comeback.

"Hmm... I guess I'll have to let it grow back then," William chuckled lightly, releasing a deep sigh.

"Yeah, I really think you have to," you replied with a content smirk, already looking forward to when the scruff would once again adorn his handsome face.

Luckily for you, your monkey of a boyfriend had a good dose of testosterone, resulting in rather fast hair growth. So, during your holiday in Sweden with the Nylander family, Eliot could once again recognise his father.

That was until you told the rather amusing story to William's brother and sisters, who then convinced him to shave again, just to witness Eliot's reaction. And as predicted, it led to another bout of tears from your little boy, this time expressing very clear disapproval of his father's altered appearance.

Amidst the laughter, both you and Camilla realised it wasn't fair to Eliot. He was genuinely distressed, unable to recognise his own father - only a strange-looking man attempting to interact with him.

So, you persuaded William to let his beard grow once more and resist any temptation from Alex or Sandy to shave it off again.

However, there was one concession: he insisted on shaving his chest hair. That was non-negotiable.

[the-gateway-to-madness]

Jack Frost Headcanons

Jack likes strong flavors, be they spicy, sweet, or savory. He likes mild stuff too- point is he'll try any food, pretty much.

Jack has good coordination and steady hands, and as such is very gentle when he handles most objects (and animals, and people).

Jack is a Ravenclaw with ADHD: he's not ambitious or trying to join the Guardians, who are powerful and well-known. His fighting style is more about maneuvering and strategizing than guts or power (unless you really upset him like when Sandy died). The being-easily-bored and good sense of humor would indicate intelligence as well.

Jack has a great sense of rhythm but dances like a dork on purpose.

Jack is a night owl.

Jack creates a proper hideaway for himself in Burgess after the movie. Something about the forming and confirmation of his identity in the movie makes me think he'd be ready to make a nice little home or even just a safe spot afterwards.

Jack's main love language is quality time, North's is words of affirmation, Bunny's is acts of service, Tooth's is gifts, and Sandy's is physical touch. Yes, I know North seems like he should be the gifts type, and he definitely does gifts like no one else- but he comforts Jack by talking with him, and Tooth tries to comfort Sophie with a (horrendous) gift.

Jack never yells during arguments. He's seen what it does to people who've been abused, watched kids and lovers be hurt and tried to stop it- so he refuses to even risk scaring anyone that way. Even before becoming a Guardian, Jack would never raise his voice in a fight- at the very least, never face-to-face.

Jack has a handful of scars, mostly from dumb accidents or crash-landings. He refuses to tell the stories. Everyone assumes they're horrible and traumatic, but in reality, Jack was just terrible at paying attention to stuff when he first started out as a spirit.

Emotions like anger, embarrassment, or attraction raise Jack's body temperature just enough for his blood to thaw and his heartbeat to get going. It startles him every single time.

Jack is fascinated by folklore and mythology and studied them extensively to try to track down other spirits to befriend, with little success.

Jack played at least one instrument in his past life (his hands would be suited to violin or piano, especially) and instrumental music still calms and focuses him.

Jack was a farmer in his past life and still has lean, strong muscle hidden under his hoodie. He could absolutely win an arm wrestle with Bunny.

Jack is a little insecure about his Adam's apple.

Jack's powers are stronger at night due to the lack of apricity.

Unlike the animosity that a lot of the fandom portrays Jack having with other potential seasonal spirits, I think he's buddies with the other seasons, they just don't see each other much due to minimal domain overlap. The spirit of autumn is his favorite, but he's very protective of spring (mirroring the fact spring relies on winter to nourish the earth). The other seasons all treat him like their baby brother.

Jack dips french fries in Wendy's frosties unironically. He probably dips their chicken nuggets in the frosties too.

Sophie made Jack watch gen 4 My Little Pony with her and he didn't think the songs were half bad. He would never admit this to Jamie or anybody else in a thousand years.

Jack thinks birds are cool.

Cats see Jack more often than dogs. He doesn't know why, but he's willing to pet most things that move.

Stay tuned for what will probably be a lot more of these-

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

ttwt character profiles - batch 4 (final)

McLovin

What's your best quality? I make a pretty great friend! Most of the time... Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

R&B

Yellow!

8 Mile

Banana muffin. Or a spicy sausage pattie between two slices of cake. It's awesome, trust!

Describe your craziest dream. One time I dreamed that I was the Statue of Liberty. Best memory from childhood? The first time I went into a corn maze without getting lost. My mom used to tape color-changing LED lights to my shirt in case I got lost and they had to send out another search party Most embarrassing moment at school? I have too many to count. Luckily, the good outweighs the bad most of the time! Describe the first job you ever had. I worked at that one hot dog stand after Joner quit. It was awesome! Free dogs and 10 dollars a day! Ten years from now, what are you doing? Sitting in a castle-slash-boat-slash-racecar. Yeah, I'm inventing one My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? My boyfriend Sha-Mod, obviously! Learning how to water skii or climbing that hill behind the Wal-Mart It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Hang out and chill

Peter

What's your best quality? I think I'm a lot wiser than people give me credit for. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Music... I guess alternative, or indie

Pink and blue!

Tough choice... maybe J'ai perdu mon corps

Salted almonds

Describe your craziest dream. I have so many, and I never remember them Best memory from childhood? Making friendship bracelets at summer camp. I didn't want to go but that was one of the best ways to help me adjust! Most embarrassing moment at school? Every awkward conversation ever... especially when my friends are fighting. Describe the first job you ever had. I can't imagine having a job on top of everything else Ten years from now, what are you doing? I don't know- hopefully something I love! My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? My girlfriend. I'd take her to the aquarium, then to dinner at a nice restaurant, and maybe give her something nice and hand-made! It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Reminisce

Sha-Mod

What's your best quality? I'm Sha-Awesome! Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Sha-Power ballads

Fuchsia

Hm...

Dinosaur chicken nuggets. I'm not ashamed to admit it

Describe your craziest dream. I was having tea with a human-sized monarch butterfly. Made me scared of butterflies for months Best memory from childhood? Moving snails off the pavement after the rain Most embarrassing moment at school? Winning a class award and having my face printed in the paper. What a Sha-Nightmare! Describe the first job you ever had. I sold biscuits door-to-door to afford my first PlayStation. Would do it again, if it was a viable career option. Why can't you go to university for biscuits? Ten years from now, what are you doing? Mm... biscuits... My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Hm- oh, yeah. McLovin, my guy! Probably picking snails off the pavement again. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Chill.

Scruffy

What's your best quality? I'm a non-stop kick-ass game-winning machine! Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

I mostly listen to the TDWT soundtrack. And Heather's new podcast. Has anyone here heard about it? It's about-

Green

Movies take up too much time, in my opinion

Baby carrots. They're good for energy, and portable

Describe your craziest dream. I wouldn't call it "crazy" but I'd love to win TTWT. World Tour is my favorite season of all time, so it'd be like a dream come true. Best memory from childhood? Watching my first episode of Total Drama. It was ROTI, episode 9. I'm planning on getting a tattoo for it- 4x9 on my shoulder. Most embarrassing moment at school? Apparently, pouring over training and mentally and physically conditioning myself is "weird", so I got my fair share of crap. Who's laughing now, Stephanie Parker?! I bet you can't even diffuse a live bomb! Describe the first job you ever had. I don't need a job. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Living off my TTWT winnings and running my own reality TV gossip mag. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Jules, probably. Off-camera, doing anything anywhere without being bothered. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Honestly? Panic.

Staci

What's your best quality? Not to pat myself on the back but I'm kiiiiiind of a genius Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

Industrial metal, duh

Pink!

Bridge on the River Kwai... or like, Mean Girls is pretty good, too

Pork gyoza

Describe your craziest dream. I've had so many kin dreams, I couldn't even begin to list them off. Best memory from childhood? I... don't really want to talk about that. Most embarrassing moment at school? I had a bad habit of not really realizing when people were making fun of me, so I got bullied through all of primary without even knowing it. After that, I kinda got a little reactionary to perceived slights Describe the first job you ever had. Never had a paying one! Running my blog is kind of a job in itself. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Um... something cool, hopefully! My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? I'd love to hang with any of my distant relatives. They seem pretty cool. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

Give my friends a hug

Scary

What's your best quality? Not being a total moron, probably. Faves? (music, colour, movie, food)

None.

Black.

None.

None.

Describe your craziest dream. Dreams are just a product of our minds trying to simulate situations, to increase preparedness. Well... that's the theory I believe, anyway. Best memory from childhood? Winning my first ever science fair. Most embarrassing moment at school? Losing my first ever science fair. Describe the first job you ever had. I've only really done interning. Ten years from now, what are you doing? Receiving awards and accolades. My dream date would be with ___________, doing what? Nothing and no one. My dream date would be me, Einstein, and Hawking, all in book form in my living room. It’s the last day on earth. In five words or less, what would you do?

This is a ridiculous hypothetical

[knuts-and-bolts]

yellowjackets as tma fear entities!!

Van- The Hunt: (obviously) girl’s rapidly going more and more feral and i love that for her. In an interview, Liv Henson talked about Van in season two dying on the inside and losing her humanity because she realizes that they have to survive one way or another. While many of the girls try to rely on humanity to save them, Van let’s her instinct take over and becomes more of a beast than a person. adult Van tries to hide it but there is a part of her (Lottie pointed it out in episode eight) that has died.

Tai- The Dark: my biggest influence on this one is Sammy. Tai’s biggest problem is that she sleepwalks and loses control of herself, especially at night. as an adult, she does so much to stay awake but still ends up becoming her own son’s nightmare. it reminds me of The Dark and how it’s specifically a fear that a lot of children have, and Tai has this childlike fear within her. The thing that Tai needs the most is reassurance and somebody to look after her even though she wants to be independent, which also just reminds me of innocence in a way.

Lottie- The Eye: My other top pick for her would be The Web, but I really the Eye fits better. Lottie has very big Tim energy in a very specific way. She doesn’t want to be a prophet, she doesn’t want the girls to follow or worship her, but she can’t stop it. Lottie can certainly see and understand things beyond what others can see and instead of being some kind of gift it scares the shit out of her. much like Tim, she wants to be martyr. Unfortunately, Lottie does not go kayaking. Something about her struggle with her visions and strange ability to just know things reminds me of the perverted nature of how Elias forces this power onto others.

Nat- The Hunt: While Van is closer to an avatar of The Hunt, Nat is a victim of it. Even before episode eight (when she literally is getting hunted) she’s the one they rely on for food, and reason she can do this goes back to horrific death of her father. The Hunt follows (hunts) her and she can do nothing to escape its inevitability. Adult Nat can still fell something following her, and goes to great lengths to prevent herself from thinking about it.

Shauna- The Slaughter: She says it herself a few times, Shauna wants to kill people. She’s the butcher of the group not because she’s good at it, but because she wants it. Shauna, sweet, browned-eyed Shauna, who tries so hard to push it down and pretend it isn’t there, wants to kill and tear flesh from bones.

Misty- The Spiral: At the very beginning, young Misty’s greatest fear is Loneliness. This might lead some to believe that she embodies the Lonely, but she doesn’t. Misty obsesses with the attention she gets and learns that she can manipulate people to love her in a sick and twisted way. While she fears loneliness, she embraces the insanity and deception of the Spiral, even as an adult.

Jackie- The End: Jackie is a girl who dies horribly. She is a vision of teenage girlhood and it’s innocence that hides behind surface level corruption. Jackie is afraid of so many things, but she’s terrified of dying. She’s so scared of her friends dying that she manages to survive for months longer than she should have. Like Nat, Jackie is a victim rather an avatar.

Laura Lee- The Web: Laura Lee fully believes that everything in her life is controlled by god. she thinks it’s her fault the plane crashed because she called somebody a cunt. When Laura Lee finally decides to do something about it, for possibly the first time in her life, she dies. Laura Lee’s every action is predestined, and when she steps out of line and does something unexpected, she burns to death.

Akilah- The Corruption: I wish we knew more about her, but Akilah is another victim here. She has a sense of wonder and joy even in the darkest times with Nugget. This is, of course, destroyed when she realized it’s been dead the whole time, and she follows the path many victims of the Corruption take. Like Matin with the Jane Prentiss stuff, Akilah physically curls up and tries to isolate and protect herself.

Ben- The Vast: Of course we need so Vast out here lost in the woods! Ben seems to feel the most isolated, which makes sense given that he’s an adult man stuck out there with all of these teenagers, none of which seem to know him well or care about him all that much. Even at home, Ben has nothing. There’s one scene that really sticks out to me about Ben being the Vast, and it’s when Misty stops him from jumping off the cliff. The best threat that Misty can come up with is to put him, thus further isolating him. even though he says “tell them” i noticed some fear there. Ben wants to be loved so badly that he hallucinates his boyfriend, but is so haunted by his loneliness that his hallucinations tell him to kill himself.

that’s all for now!! i’ll probably think of more later. if you read this far, i love you.

[4311osij]

(I wrote this poem: WARNING graffic content)

My last meal.

I think I've spent a great deal thinking of my last meal.

There's so many foods,

Melanzane,

An italian classic

It made me feel at home

Mac and cheese with the crust on the top.

Grabbing my fork I would thrive at the trust of its being.

Reminiscing of italy,

This little restaurant by the sea with thinly sliced octopus legs.

Not calamari,

Thin as paper. Lighter than a feather. Painted with olive oil.

And a little salt and pepper.

Putting up a show, eager to try. Eager to buy.

Or to finally try hot wings again on the superbowl.

Nachos and crab rolls.

And those tiny taco bell burritos.

With the cheese all about to leak.

Or some really large platters of meat.

Sushi, with my brother

Telling him about all the southerners.

All you could eat sushi. Only rule is, finish the plates and you wont get charged.

each round filled with 4 new sushi rolls.

Scallion pancakes

And steak lo mein with extra broccoli

Tempura rolls

and seasoned sticky white rice.

You eat so much it’s like you’re stomach is going to explode

It’s nauseating and a little humiliating but amazing.

Have you ever taken really salty fries, like the ones from five guys and drunk them into a double whipped vanilla milkshake.

How it tastes highly salty and way too sweet

Bobby's burger palace. Right outside the smith haven mall.

Buffalo burgers with potato chips crunched in the middle.

In and out animal style fries.

What will it taste like?

What does it feel like?

My friends are probably thinking…

But, you don't eat meat? Would it be a cheat?

You don't eat eggs and avoid breads.

And You never eat dairy?

They’d think this is scary.

But it's my last meal! And I don't care if I steal!

Because at the end of the day.

When i die, you will still hear the cry

When it's slaughterhouse time.

I wasn’t always this way.

I too ate lamb on Easter,

enjoyed dark gravy smothered on a turkey leg.

With stuffing and my aunt's infamous jelly.

I would eat the christmas pie

And frown at the sky as i felt my stomach rip in half from all the food.

I too, ate mcdonalds chicken nuggets.

Or those sonic hot dogs.

I too loved it all.

But I was far too young and extremely dumb. When I clicked on my first video.

I watched the cows fly, and be torn apart by the hands of a guy.

Did you know dairy cows after giving birth are immediately separated from their young?

Grieved over the realization of losing their child, they scream.

Yes, I heard it. Little 12 year old me, hear a mothers scream for her child.

And it doesn't stop.

They never stop.

It's only until their voice box has been destroyed and they are deemed “grounded”

Meaning unwilling to move.

That they are dragged by one foot,

Usually from a tractor or claw machine.

And dumped into slaughterhouse pens.

Pens were thousands of hands drag these cows to die, upside down.

Drowning in their blood, covered in mud.

And puss and sweat, and steroids.

Yes, your delicious milk and cheese.

It churns and yearns in a bucket after excretion. In a bucket filled to the brim with blood and puss.

There's so much of it due to mass production that not even the filters can clean it properly.

That's why dairy companies massively inject their products with dyes and chemicals to look more appealing to the eye.

Don't believe me? Watch it for yourself.

Cause I sure can forget it.

and of course this is America so it NEVER stops there.

No god forbid it stops there.

We need our double deep fried burgers and lard filled chicken tenders.

We need every single egg, as we ignore as the animals beg.

We even eat their young

Veal. What was the gain? What was the steal?

And yes little 12 year old me grew up, and started to throw up, every single meat i ever ingested.

For this was not fair! When did the food industry become such a scare?

When did cows stop being cows and become “meat”, “#9828674”

When did the babies become “veal tenders 2 for one sale!”

When did all of you close your eyes and pretend you actually care when in reality you still go to the same Mcdonalds every day, eat the same fried chicken every wednesday.

I'm going off track!

Im sorry

For I too will not care, when the day comes.

It will be my last meal.

I will eat the young, and I will slaughter the cows, I will steal all the eggs, and never make amends.

I will scarf down the lamb and ham, until I barf.

I will cut into my streak and reminisce as I, a 12 year old girl, watched a man deep dive his hand into a anus of a dairy cow.

To rape and impregnate her.

To continue the cycle

Don't believe it?

I assure you, I could not make this up even if I wanted to.

I would gaze at the stage, the conveyor belt would ring the chickens round and round.

As tiny blades sliced at their necks and watched as no one double checked.

If only they double checked.

These chickens most of the time do not die right away.

They live,

And have to stay alive again even as smaller blades cut into their veins and shaped their meat into dinosaur legs.

But it is my last meal!

And i could give a great deal.

Over how much I hate the food industry.

but even when I die.

You will always hear the cry

When it is slaughterhouse time.

I spent my entire life letting the mass production go to waste.

When I die, I will eat so much that it will no longer be for nothing.

Because who doesn't love a good burger and fries.

Who doesn't love needing to cry from having a lard induced heart attack.

This is america.

Bigger is better.

And we wait in these lines for our double deckers mounted sky high.

And we fantasize our fatty surprise.

Philly cheesesteaks.

Doubled loaded pizzas.

Lamb chops.

Steroid induced thanksgiving turkey.

Provolone,

And extra sweet Mascarpone,

Bacon egg and cheese.

And fudge filled ice cream.

Trust me when I say I will eat it ALL.

You know why?

For even when I die, no one will even try.

To stop the violence when it is slaughterhouse time.

[crowleywowley]

Movie Night | Javi Gutierrez X reader

Summary: Scary movie night with Javi.

Rating: super 18+++

Tags/warnings: smut, genitalia description, Javi is a fiend!

A/N: this is dedicated to my dear sweet kat (aka @guess-my-next-obsession ) who dropped this lil nugget in my ask box:

and it took me literal weeks to write, but here it is now just in time for spooky season! Enjoy!

“…I realized that what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply… evil.”

You scooted closer to Javi on the plush loveseat, tucking the throw blanket more securely around yourself. You weren’t scared of the movie, per say, but you were absolutely being put on edge by it. It was all Javi’s fault; he always went on and on about the importance of ambiance when watching a movie, and this evening was no different. The crackling fire in front of you paired with every light in the spacious movie room being turned off made for a particularly unsettling ambiance, especially for a “best horror movies of all time” marathon. You hadn’t told the man next to you that you actually hated horror movies- he was so excited about the evening and talked about it for weeks beforehand, and you couldn’t possibly kill that joy. So you toughed it out as best as you could, seeking comfort in his warm side.

“You’re not getting too scared, are you?” You heard him ask, his eyes not leaving the screen.

You shook your head. “No, not at all,” you hoped the lie sounded to him better than it did to you.

As the movie continued on, you found yourself steadily getting closer and closer to Javi, so much so that he took your cup of apple cider out of your hands and placed it on the end table next to him so you wouldn’t spill it in his lap. You tried your best to stay focused on the movie, but you were already a few scary films in, and your mind was wildly unsettled. Your brain was starting to play tricks on you, convincing yourself you were seeing moving figures in the open doorway in your peripheral vision. It started to get so bad that you physically jumped at a particularly gruesome scene in the movie, causing Javi to quickly grab the remote and pause it.

“Cariño,” he cooed, voice laced with concern.

You let out an exasperated laugh. “I’m sorry, I know I’m being a baby,” you rubbed a hand over your face.

Grabbing your wrist gently, he pulled your hand away to cup your jaw. “No, no. I think it’s cute.”

Rolling your eyes and snorting, you wrapped your arms tighter around his torso and snuggled into his neck. “I’m good, you can unpause it. I’ll just hide here.” Like this you could fully breathe in his expensive cologne tangling with his natural musk, the scents swirling together like a comforting blanket being pulled over you.

You felt his chest bounce as he laughed. You angled your neck to look up at him, meeting his warm eyes and that soft smile that made your heart melt. He shook his head, bending down to press a delicate kiss to your lips. You smiled against his mouth, your lips meeting once more. His kisses always made your chest light up- he was an impossibly good kisser. It was difficult to resist pulling him down to you completely and deepening the kiss into something more heated; so difficult, in fact, that you didn’t.

You slid your fingers into his soft curls and settled them there. Javi shifted his body slightly to get more of an angle on you, moving his mouth against yours slowly. His tongue slipped into your mouth, igniting a fire deep in your belly. You moved yours into his and they danced in harmony, both of you so familiar and in tune with each other.

One of his hands held the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair slightly, while the other slid around the curve of your waist to your back. You were putty in his hands like this and he knew it. He slowly moved your body down so he was almost on top of you, your upper back pressing into the arm of the couch. You hummed against him, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him against you more.

“What about the movie?” You asked coyly, pulling away and pressing your forehead against his.

Javi responded by burying his face into your neck and pressing soft pecks to it. When he reached that spot behind your ear, your breath sucked in sharply, and you felt him smirk against the sensitive skin. He swirled his tongue over the area and gave it several open mouthed kisses that had you softly whimpering, until you eventually tugged his face back to yours and sealed your lips again.

“The movie will be there, amor,” he said in between eager kisses. “Right now all I want is you.”

From its spot on your lower back, his hand grasped the hem of your thick sweater, pulling the forest green fabric up until you could shrug it over your head. Placing a kiss to the pillowy flesh left uncovered by your bra, he swiftly undid the clasp until you were bare. It never failed to impress you how quickly he could handle bra clasps; you’d dealt with many an ex boyfriend who struggled with them until you had to sigh and do it yourself. But the first time you’d slept together, Javi moved so swiftly you didn’t even realize he’d done it. It wasn’t something you expected from the walking ball of sunshine, but by no means were you complaining.

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, moving his tongue around it and biting just enough to make you gasp. He repeated the action on the other breast, heat pooling deep in your stomach. You swore he would be content like this all day, lavishing your breasts with sweet kisses and nips.

“Javi,” you breathed out, closing your eyes.

Speaking between kisses, he answered. “What is it? Que necesitas?” His face pressed to your sternum.

Scratching the back of his scalp, you looked down at him. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I love you too, hermosa. So much.” He kissed a trail down your stomach, stopping at your leggings. Hooking the top with his thumbs he pulled them down until you could shimmy out, then tossed the black fabric to the back of the couch. As the heat from the fire warmed your thighs you were suddenly made aware of how much clothing he was still wearing. Before he laid back on top of you, you scooted so you were sitting up more and reached for the hem of his own thick sweater.

“Off please,” you mumbled, moving quickly.

He assisted you by grabbing the white fabric by the shoulders and pulling it over his head, revealing his broad chest and soft tummy. You couldn’t contain your smile at the sight and ran your fingers over the light smattering of hair. Your fingers trailed up from his stomach to his arm to squeeze his thick bicep, relishing in the tense muscles there. You pulled on his shoulders until he smiled and moved back down to you, crashing your lips together.

His thigh wedged between yours and you found your hips rolling against it. The rough denim was delicious against your wet core, only covered by your now-soaked panties. As the two of you kissed for what felt like an eternity, he was finally the first to pull away.

“Can I take you on the floor?” He whispered in your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.

Your cheeks heated. “What?” You asked breathlessly.

Javi licked the length of your ear. “You heard me, corazón.”

He stood from the couch then, holding his hand out to you. You followed suit, interlocking your fingers as he guided you closer to the fire so you could lay on the smooth faux fur rug in front of it. After a moment of adjusting- and Javi undoing his pants while you tried to control yourself- he held himself over you, looking down at you with something so tender in his eyes that you had to look away. He loved to do that to you- he was your sun, burning so brightly and radiating such warmth that you almost couldn’t take it. Almost.

He ran a hand over your thigh, reaching under to squeeze your ass before pulling his fingers through your now bare wetness. Sultrily he moved his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them before slowly lowering them back to your entrance and sliding his middle finger in. The long, thick digit curled within you and you let out a stuttered gasp, fire spreading across your hips. Javi repeated the action again and again, the pressure already building within you. Your breathing became heavy, eyes tightly shut while he brought you to the edge and back cruelly.

“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore,” you whined, speaking softly.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You let out a hard sigh, as if he pulled the air right from your lungs.

“Only because I love you so much.” He teased, reaching down and grabbing his cock to line up at your center.

Moving his arm so he was now bracing himself on either side of your head, he slid into you with ease. A grunted sigh escaped his lips at the sensation of your walls squeezing him so tightly, and you clenched around him even more. He sat this way for a moment, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, before you wrapped your legs around his body and pushed at his backside. As if a switch flicked on, he began moving at a firm pace, jostling you just enough to make your breath come out in short pants.

“Yesyesyes,” you whined.

It was difficult to focus on anything outside of his thrusts, cock moving so deeply within you your brain was turning to mush. He looked even more beautiful from this angle, soft hair hanging in front of his forehead and brown eyes locked onto yours. You cupped his cheek and pulled yourself up to kiss him, swallowing a loud moan from him as he began to move faster. He was moving at a nearly bruising pace now- all you could do was lay back and take it.

“So fucking tight.” He swore in between the sinful noises escaping him. It was a far cry from the Javi most people got to see, and you loved being the only one that got this side of him. He was passionate and fiery and almost animalistic. He was yours.

You clawed at his back as he continued pounding into you, hard enough to leave marks that you’d see them tomorrow. He never seemed to mind, though.

“Do you like when I fuck you fast like this?” Javi spoke with gritted teeth.

You let out a small cry in response, unable to find words as his cock went so deeply within you.

“Respóndeme.” He hissed.

“Yes,” you panted. “I fucking- oh my god,” you swallowed as you felt his thumb stroke up and down on your clit, the pace only slightly slower than the colliding of his hips into yours.

“I want you to cum for me, amante,” Javi’s voice was strained as he spoke, clearly teetering on the edge as well but holding back.

You loudly moaned, head pressing back into the soft rug beneath you. All you could feel was him, taking over your entire body until it was no longer your own.

“Do it, you’re right there,” he encouraged softly from above you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. “Oh my god.”

“That’s it,” he cooed, hearing your voice break as you finally flooded his cock.

You came so hard barely any noise came out; you could only writhe beneath him. Your hips rolled as you pulsed on his cock, barely even registering him spilling inside of you outside of his loud groan. Javi collapsed on top of you, your sweat mixing together and causing your skin to stick.

“You are way too good at that,” you laughed airily, stroking his arm with your nails.

He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “You flatter me too much.”

“Hmm, you think so? I don’t think I do it enough.”

You felt his cheeks move as he smiled against your bare skin. He sat this way for a moment before he pressed himself up, standing to stretch as you did the same.

“Let’s get back to the movie, amor.” He said with a kiss to your knuckles, helping pull you to your feet.

Letting out an overdramatic huff, you pulled your sweater back on.

“Only because I love you.”

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Brood of Harringtons

Steve Harrington x reader

Here’s a little Steve fic I wrote after finishing season 4 vol 2. Steve has always been one of my favourites and after the conversation he had with Nancy in the RV I had this idea and had to write it. Hope you enjoy.

“Hey Dustin. Could you help me move these boxes to that table.” (Y/n) asked the boy, who nodded and helped her, placing the boxes on the table.

“Thanks Dustin.” She said, before moving back to the table, taking the clothes out and sorting them into size order.

She could see Robin at the table opposite her talking to Vickie as they made PBJ’s. She smiled watching them interact, both as awkward as each other. She didn’t notice Steve coming up behind her until his arms were around her waist and he kissed the side of her head.

“God Steve you made me jump.” She laughed, folding up a t-shirt and placing it onto the pile of child’s clothing she had made.

“Sorry beautiful I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said sincerely running his hands up and down her arms as he looked at her softly.

“How you getting on over here.”

“Yeah it’s going ok. I’m just sorting through all the children and baby clothes. You wanna help?” She asked him, folding a baby grow and placing it on the pile with the others.

“Yeah of course.” She passed a box of clothes to Steve who took it and began to sorting through them.

They worked in silence for a while until Steve said, “How are you holding up (y/n). I know you and Eddie were close and we’ve all been through so much over the last few days.”

“I’m ok I guess. It’s just made me realise how fragile life is. Like anyone of us could have died that night and I can’t believe Eddies just gone.”

“I know what you mean. He was so full of life and…” Steve paused. “I can’t believe he’s gone.”

“I know,” (y/n) said taking hold of his hand and squeezing it. Steve smiled solemnly at his girlfriend.

Sighing he said, “you know when we were in the RV and I was telling you about how I used to dream of having six kids and going off on holidays exploring the country.”

“Yeah I remember.”

“Well I wasn’t completely truthful. There was one part of the story that I missed out and that’s you. I’ve always thought that you’d be there with us. Our own little brood of Harringtons. You will always be there (y/n).”

“Steve…” (y/n) began before he cut her off.

“Yeah I know it’s stupid, we’re only 19 I don’t know why I’m thinking of kids but (y/n) I want to be with you for the rest of my life. After everything that happened with Eddie and you nearly dying in the Upside Down I realised that I don’t want to spend a single day without you. I love you (y/n), God I love you so much.” He said, placing his hands on her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss. It was short and sweet but filled with so much passion and love that made (y/n) feel butterflies erupting in her stomach just like the first time she had kissed Steve.

When they pulled away (y/n) smiled. “I love you Steve Harrington and I’d love to travel in an RV with you and our brood of Harringtons. I’ve seen you with the boys and I know your going to be an amazing father. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Steve smiled widely back at her. His watery eyes crinkling at the edges. “Your the best thing that ever happened to me. Our six little nuggets are going to have the best mum ever. ”

“I know I am.” (Y/n) laughed, “now come on are you helping me sort these kids clothes or not.”

“Yes mam.” Steve said, picking up the nearest pile of clothes and beginning to fold them. It was true Steve would make an amazing father and (y/n) wanted to be with him for it every step of the way.

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[suguruverse]

Oh my god I love all your best friend hcs asjdlkzkfhsh could you do a poly relationship w/ tooru n iwa?

— POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH IWAOI

includes - oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime

a/n - my husbands <33 fem!reader

- if you could describe them in one word, it would be: whipped

- they love coming home from practice and surprising you with your favourite flowers and food because they love seeing you happy

- i feel like they both are naturally good at playing most instruments so when you can’t sleep, they play a really relaxing tune while humming to you

- when you guys are cuddling , it’s always either you or oikawa in the middle

- to be in a relationship with these two, i feel like you would have to be close friends with them for a while because it takes a little while for them to fully trust someone

- TERRITORIAL ‼️‼️

- oikawa is not embarrassed in the slightest to admit that y’all are in a poly relationship, he just see no point in trying to hide it

- on the other hand, iwaizumi was terrified to admit it be he was scared of people judging you guys but now he does not give two shits

- oikawa uses the fact that he has two partners as a way to insult some like “i managed to pull two people and you can’t even pull one, how pathetic, must be sad being such a loser"

- both you and oikawa steal iwaizumi's clothes all the time, and he acts like he hates it but he secretly loves it

- matsukawa and hanamaki jokingly flirt with you all the time to see iwaizumi and oikawa's reactions and it never ends well

- kyotani also has a strange respect for you, probably bc you're dating iwaizumi but like whenever he see you, he gives you a silent nod as a greeting, and sometimes he even tries to make conversation

- iwaizumi accidentally refers to you as his girlfriend and oikawa is always slapping him and is like "you mean our girlfriend?"

- you and oikawa do really dramatic fashion shows for iwaizumi where he's holding up his phone's flashlight looking unphased as ever with his other palm under his chin

- you and oikawa also bought a 'kiss the chef' apron for iwaizumi

- even though they're both dating you, they still have this rivalry between them about who can outdo the other

- oikawa is super strict about skin care and will force you and iwaizumi to join him

- they like to do the thing where they both kiss you on the cheeks at the same like, iwaizumi kisses your left cheek and oikawa kisses the right because why not

- if you're super tired after work or school, they both do your work for you so you get proper rest

- oikawa asks you the most stupidest questions like ‘if you had to choose me and iwa-chan, who would you marry?’ or ‘who’s kid would you rather have?’

- iwaizumi is the type of person who brings you a cupcake everyday when you’re at your desk or something

- it’s super poorly decorated but tastes really good

- oikawa tends to stress bake during his free time in volleyball season and he loves making brownies

- oikawa and iwaizumi never really agree on what types of dates to take you on, so you normally decide or y’all just stay in and watch a move with takeout

- kings of reassurance ‼️

- for you and iwaizumi’s birthday, oikawa got you mugs with his face on it, iwaizumi uses it every morning for his coffee

- if you decide to sleep in on the weekend, oikawa jumps on top of you to wake you up

- OIKAWA MAKES THIRST TRAPS WHEN HES HOME ALONE AND ONE TIME IWAIZUMI CAUGHT HIM MAKING ONE AND MADE HIM SLEEP ON THE COUCH

- both their wallpapers is like either a picture of you three or a secret live wallpaper of them hitting it 😳

- some nights when you just jump on top of them at like 3am, begging them to take you to mcdonald's for chicken nuggets, iwaizumi complains so hard but then why you grabbing your keys then hajime??????

- i also feel like iwaizumi also scrunches his face when he's concentrated so you and oikawa just kiss all over his face then he gets all blushy

- and surprisingly, as much as iwaizumi tries to hide it, it's so fucking easy to notice when he's flustered

- THEY PULL YOU IN BY YOUR WAIST WHEN THEY KISS U

- AND THEY SMILE INTO THE KISS AHHHHHHH EF EFHNA

- if you're ever in need of physical affection, oikawa teases you so bad until you don't want a hug anymore so you just walk away and he just comes running after you

- when the olympics came around, oikawa nearly started crying because he saw you wearing his argentina jersey and not the japan jersey

- they honestly take you on holidays like every couple months and it's always a new place each time

- iwaizumi gets touch deprived extremely easily and you unknowingly pout when he hasn't had time with you or oikawa

- whenever you have a late night at work, you always come home to dinner waiting for you wrapped up on the table, and iwaizumi and oikawa sleeping on top of each other

- one time oikawa excitedly came home with a knock off argentina jersey and was like "look at what they're selling, it's exactly like mine!! so i bought 2 so we all can match!!" and this dumb bitch didn't even realise that he just wasted money when he could literally get free ones from his manager

- oikawa has also definitely wrote a fanfiction on ao3 or wattpad about how you guys met

- iwaizumi's love language is scolding you to put on more layers before leaving the house

- you swear you've heard oikawa practice the vows of your non existent wedding

- you and oikawa have a shared albums of really pretty candid pictures of iwaizumi and squeal over it every so often

- iwaizumi speaks in aggressive pep talks

- oikawa whines you leave him in bed alone or he'll start screaming on the top of his lungs at like 7am because he feels cold

- iwaizumi sucks at flirting, that's all

- he also gives you extremely practical gifts for birthdays and christmas

- you and iwaizumi had to turn off the comments of your instagram posts because oikawa always left the most inappropriate and ungodly thirst comments

[poisoned-peppermint]

*unzips a comically small backpack, hands you this post* For you love

~~short of long post~~

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Bad: OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?! TIME OUT! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE! GET UP THERE!

Sapnap: *Climbing* THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!

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Tommy: How is spring not everyone’s favorite season? The trees are PINK, guys!

Ranboo: Allergies are also a problem, y'know.

Tommy: But pink.

Tubbo: And it's hot.

Tommy: PINK!

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Skeppy: You have your weirdly sincere humility.

Bad: I prefer the term "self-loathing", actually.

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Karl: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Sapnap?

Sapnap: No.

Karl: I think I speak for Sapnap when I say it sounds really super.

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Skeppy: You shouldn't be using a straw.

Bad: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff.

Skeppy: Yeah, but I mean... It's a weird way to eat spaghetti.

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Ranboo: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Tubbo: Oklahoma City, bitch!

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Wilbur: I wish I had acid. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

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Bad: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Skeppy: Bad- 

Skeppy: It- it was just an ant-

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Skeppy: You need to be more careful!

Bad, who was dragged into skeppy's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Ranboo: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

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Ranboo: The real treasure was the loot we took from the dead bodies along the way

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Skeppy: You just killed five men, what do you have to say for yourself!!!

Bad: Oops?

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Skeppy: I pity anyone who insults me, lies to me, wrongs me, takes advantage of me or abuses me. The deities that protect me never sleep and their love for Justice is as powerful as their love for Retribution.

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Skeppy: What kind of animal is the pink panther?

Bad, already taking his clothes off: Skeppy you’re so freakin stupid

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Sapnap: The inside of your butt is warm enough to hard boil an egg

Quackity: Oh no I’m not falling for this one again

Karl: What

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Quackity: Sapnap would throw themselves in front of a moving car for you.

Karl: Sapnap would throw themselves in front of a moving car for fun.

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Quackity: Is this your plan B?

Karl: Technically, this is plan P.

Quackity: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Karl: Yes, but I marry Sapnap in plan M.

Sapnap: I like plan M.

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*playing twister*

Karl: Right hand red.

Quackity: *ends up on top of Sapnap*

Sapnap: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Karl: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

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Quackity: So, what is Karl to you?

Sapnap: The reason I wake up every morning.

Quackity: ...That’s adorable.

Karl earlier that morning, barging into Sapnap′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!! 

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Techno: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Skeppy: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Bad I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Skeppy, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Bad: Skeppy annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow.

Puffy: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

Bad: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over.

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Puffy: That shirt looks great, Bad.

Bad: Thanks.

Puffy: But I bet it would look even better on Skeppy's floor.

Skeppy: Are you hitting on Bad... for me?

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Puffy: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Bad: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Skeppy, scoffing: Oh, please.

Bad, to Skeppy: Hey, how you doin’?

Skeppy:

Skeppy: *giggles and blushes*

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Bad: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one

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Skeppy: I would never say that my husband is a bitch and I don’t don’t like him. That’s not true… My husband is a bitch and I like him so much!

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Bad: I'm feeling it! What am I feeling? Death, probably.

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Bad: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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racoon sleep now <3

[nightowlfandom]

Keith (Voltron)- Heat Season

EDIT- I took off the “AU” part because I legit forgot what I was doing lol. No AU here

Hey hey! ANON ASKS

omg. can u do a keith x reader mating szn smut? like it’s his first heat so he locked himself away(f’s in the chat for keith) but the reader went to check on him not knowing a thing(gasp!). keith rlly do be rough at first bc he’s not thinkin straight but then becomes more ✨passionate✨ rough smut at first, then some tenderness(like my dino nuggets. lmao im 20), but then heated passionate smut. *chefs kiss* oui oui baggett

Keith from Voltron?....Cuz that’s what I’m doing for my mental health....And I’m going to hope and pray that’s what you wanted....cuz im doing it. Prepare your diddly hole....that sounded wrong. Hope you like it! 

BTW You caught me on an off day, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.

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Leggo!

...

You were confused as to why everyone had insisted you go check up on Keith. Then again the last thing you said to him before he locked himself in his room for 3 days was. 

“Wow, it’s so hot in here. I need to change out of these clothes.”

It was a throwaway comment that usually earned you a laugh or two from him. Only this time, it ended with him taking one look at you, and zooming off. Three whole days since then and it felt like you were the only one who wasn’t aware of what was going through his head.

So here you were, standing outside his door. You hesitated for a while, frozen in place.

“He’s your friend.” you declared. “You can do this!” you nodded with determination. You slowly raised your hand and knocked. 

“Fuck!” you heard on the other side. “W-Who’s there!”

“It’s me?” you answered, slowly becoming unsure. “Is it a bad time?”

“Y/N!” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you! P-please let me in.” you sighed. 

“Y/N! It isn’t safe for you to be here!” he sounded in pain.

“Keith! It’s either you let me in or I melt the door down!” you warned. "I have a lighter on me, don’t test whether or not I’m serious.”

Suddenly the door slid open. Without another thought you walked in. His room looked normal. “Keith?”

Just as you got in, the door slammed shut, making you jump. A shirtless Keith stumbled out of the bathroom. His face was completely red and he was sweating. Without a pause, you rushed over to him.

“Y/N!” Keith shuddered. “P-please don’t-”

“Keith!” you cut him off. “You’re burning up!” you put a hand on his forehead. For some reason, he leaned into your touch. He shuddered, his eyes glazing over slowly. This was a side of his you’ve never seen before.

It wasn’t long bore you managed to connect the dots. You couldn’t stop the blush from rising onto your face. “Oh.” was all you could say.

“Y/N...” he dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. “It’s...t-too much.” he moaned. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

He rested his head against your stomach. “I want you so bad.” he cried. Like literally cried. “I c-can’t control it.” he whimpered.

“Keith? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, I could’ve-.”

“The only reason I didn’t tell you was because in order to calm it down...I’d have to...have my way with the object of my aggression.” you could tell he was very ashamed. It then dawned on you what he meant when he said he wanted you.

“And...that’s me?” you clarified, voice shaking.

He buried his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you. “Yes...”

“...Then do it.” you found yourself saying. This caused him to look up in surprise.

“You just made a big mistake, Y/N.” he glowered. A sadistic smile arose on his face. “You just opened yourself up to me.” he scrambled to his feet. Before you knew it, you felt your back hit the door. “Which means I can do whatever I want to you now.”

Keith grabbed a handful of your hair in his fist and bought your lips to his. You winced in pain, feeling him tighten his grip, as if he was scared to let you go. He must have detected this because he moved his hand to the side of your neck. 

Your body was flush against the wall and he was pressed against you, covering your body like a blanket. He yanked himself away from you and hoisted you up. 

Keith carried you to his bed and practically threw you on the plush surface. In that instant, the tables were flipped. Instead of looking up at you through hooded eyes with a shameful gaze, it was you who was now looking up at him.  Keith stared down at you with a glare. You probably looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care. 

“How do you want me?” you found yourself asking. 

“Fuck.” he whimpered. Just hearing you say that sent him crazy. He could smell sex coming off you, and he wanted to get his hands on you. His mouth, his dick, whatever he could touch you with. He could barely gather his thoughts. Every corner of his mind was occupied by visions of you, imagines, of you, thoughts of you. “Clothes...off...now.”

He didn’t wait for you, instead he ripped your shirt down the back, tearing it to shreds. He gently pushed on your chest, sending you down. Your back in the bed and you didn’t dare try and sit up.

“Is this a good time to mention I went commando today?” you asked aloud. Keith stopped everything he was doing and looked at you. He was expressionless. He didn’t say a word.

“...You’re not wearing any underwear?” he glowered.

“No?” you trailed off. “I didn’t do my laundry.” you admitted. 

The remained of your shirt fell in a pool around you. You and Keith had a stare-down, that glossy look returning to his eyes. He hooked his fingers around the hem of your pants and yanked them down. As expected, you were completely exposed to him. No undergarment in sight. Your smell filled his nostrils.

He instantly began fumbling with his pants, unable to control himself anymore. He could see that you were already excited down there and he was growing inpatient. 

He grabbed hold of your thighs and thrust himself into your tightness, earning a surprised moan from you. You felt better than he thought you would. You fit him perfectly, like a sheath built for a special type of sword. 

“Fu-...Ungh...-” He could barely make words as he pumped into your wetness. “Y/N.” he grunted. “You’re mine.” he growled. “Mine. If anyone else touches you after today, they’ll have me to answer to.” he croaked.

You were at a point where you couldn’t make any words, your body had reacted to him in a way where you felt like a slave to his touch. Was is pheromones? It was probably pheromones...you’d have to ask later.

“I wanna- I wanna kiss you.” Keith fought to speak as he slammed his hands on either side of your head. As promised, he lazily crashed his mouth over yours. His kiss was sloppy and lazily, his lips leaving a thin line of drool as he kissed down your neck. 

He rolled his hips against yours, groaning at each thrust. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to last long. That didn’t stop him from speeding up. 

“Y/N.” he moaned again. With each sloppy thrust, his name left your lips, sounding more and more guttural before he spilled into you. He yanked his length out of your hole, splattering the entire front of your body in his cum. 

You looked like a pretty sight. You were officially marked by him. When you looked up, that hungry gaze was still strewn across his face. You noticed his eyes were still focused on your heat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

He met your eyes for a split second before giving you a lewd smirk. He winked at you before scooting back to lay on his stomach. 

“K-keith. We just fin-ISHED.” you tried to say. Keith had attached his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“I know.” he stopped to speak for a bit. “I didn’t feel you cum for me though.”

“You can tell?!” you look down surprised. No, you didn’t fake it...but you didn’t think he would go this mile. 

“Of course I can fucking tell...you’re mine remember?” he giggled before lashing his mouth against you again. You could feel tears of pleasure welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your fists clenched the sheets under you.  It was like he had full control of you. You felt his fingers pump into you again, fucking his cum back into you. (I’m such a thot omg)

Your orgasm came like an avalanche. A mixture of loud cries and moans ripped through the air. Surely anyone who had been around could hear.

You were just worried about what would happen tomorrow.

...

“NOT A WORD!” you threateningly held up a butter knife to Lance not even three hours later.

“Just saying...I was on the other side of the-”

“SHUT UP!” you cut him off. 

“...Was he good though?”

“I said shut up!” you groaned, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying...those hickeys aren’t gonna heal for a while.” he shrugged, laughing out loud as he walked away.

“Fuck me!” you seethed, trailing your fingers over your aching skin.

“What was that?” Keith seemingly appeared out of nowhere. You dropped the butter knife, feeling his broad chest up against your back. “Did you say to-”

“In the kitchen though?!” you squeaked. “Bad dog! Very bad!” you whimpered, melting into his touch anyways.

“Don’t worry, it only lasts a week.” he giggled in your ear.

A week...lord help you.

“Maybe longer if I like you enough.”

....Fuck

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Took You Long Enough | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by @faithiebrock01​: Can you make one where Charlie and I are best friends (who secretly like each other, but are super oblivious and everyone around us can see it) on set of JATP and we end up having to do my car crash scene where get in the car accident (because in the show I die a few weeks after they do in the show, but I did in the accident also make that my character knew them before). When the scene ends with me in the hospital bed slowly dying, Charlie runs off looking sad. He then won't come out of his trailer for anyone until I get there saying "I'll handle it" to the crew member who was previously trying. I go in lay with him on his bed and ask him what's wrong then he says "it seemed so real" while crying and I calm him down then we end up confessing love for each other and then falling asleep cuddling. My name: y/n My nicknames: sweetheart, sweetie, love, Princess, queen, angel, nugget (Or whatever you can think of.)

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x female!reader

Warnings: Hospital scene, mention of a car crash, fluff 

Words: 2043

A/N: This was cute to write! I worked on it during an online class so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes in there! Hope you like it!! :) 

Four years. Four years I’ve known Charlie Gillespie. Four years of us being best friends and only now we’re colleagues too. The both of us had booked Julie and the Phantoms a couple of months ago, and we’re now spending time together every day on set. It’s also been four years of me having the biggest crush on Charlie, but I will not tell him that. It’s just going to ruin our friendship and the dynamic in our friend group on set. The cast and crew have gotten close during the process of the bootcamp and filming. They constantly tease Charlie and me for having such a close relationship and that we should just date already. Charlie had laughed it off, and so I started to do it too. “Ready to go?” Charlie asks when he picks me up from my trailer before filming. I’d just gotten back from hair and makeup, and I was rehearsing my lines in the trailer to make sure I’ve gotten it down perfectly. “Yes! Let’s go.” He links his arm in mine as we walk off, letting the silence wrap around us in comfort. “What other scenes do you have today?” I ask, wanting to occupy my mind with something other than his skin touching mine. “I got some with the boys and Madi, and tonight, we’re doing the hot dog scene.” I pout, remembering that’s the scene where he’s going to die. Fake die. But still. It’s kind of sad. “Cool,” I respond with a smile, “Was going to ask you if you wanted to go grab dinner tonight, but I guess your hotdogs are dinner.” He snickers, and I can’t help but laugh too, hiding the fact my heart is racing. To me, his laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world. “Yeah, I doubt that’s a great idea,” he replies, “But I’d love to grab lunch? What time are you on break?” I bring my schedule in front of me in my mind, trying to remember it. “I think around two? Depending on how long the hospital scene will take.” Charlie nods his head, clearly thinking about how to make it work for us to eat lunch together. “I think we’re going to do the hospital scene too, so when we wrap that, we might be able to go?” “Yeah, sounds good!” I reply and let go off his arm as we reach the other boys and Kenny, ready for the first couple scenes of the day. “We’re going to do the Now or Never scene first,” Kenny tells the boys, to which they nod. “Y/N, you can watch from the side where their best-friend-slash-manager would be.” I nod my head curtly, telling him I understand his orders. “Give it your all, Rockstar,” I say to Charlie and bump my fist against his shoulder. He simply smiles at me, that perfect, award-winning smile that makes me go weak in the knees before I head off to my spot at the side of the stage. The four boys on stage are drenched in fake sweat at the start, and then rock out so hard on the first take, real sweat starts dripping down their faces. Charlie’s hair’s sticking to his forehead and his muscles gleam and glisten with sweat. I hope the camera won’t catch me drooling over my best friend’s hotness. Charlie himself catches my eye every now and then, his mouth curling up into a smirk. “Charlie,” Kenny starts after the third take, “Can you stop looking at Y/N, please?” My cheeks heat up when Owen, Jeremy and Taylor chuckle. “I know she’s your best friend, but Luke is focused on the soundcheck, yeah?” Charlie nods his head, and I swear I saw him blushing too. “Yes, Kenny. Sorry, Kenny.” Jeremy and Owen glance at each other, exchanging a knowing look. They’ve asked me multiple times if something’s going on between Charlie and me, but I told them there wasn’t until one night, I was crying about how much I loved him, and Owen and Jeremy were there to comfort me without judgement. Now, they don’t stop teasing me relentlessly. I know I’m going to get even more teasing comments about it later. I’m not ready for that.

Once the scene’s done, the boys and I get to catering to get a snack before heading back to set for the next scenes. The ones where I die. How fun. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. I know it’s all fake and I’m not actually going to be in a car accident, but it’s still scary. The ladies from costume and makeup get me ready for the hospital scene, taping fake wires on my arms and putting one in my nose as well while I’m covered in fake bruises and band-aids. “Ready, Y/N?” Kenny asks, and I nod my head. “If the tubes ever get annoying, just tell us and we’ll take a break, okay?” I nod again and Kenny steps away and behind the camera. Charlie’s there too, watching and being the greatest moral support puppy I could ever ask for. “Season one, episode one, scene three, take one,” Jaime says, working the clapperboard, and then Kenny yells “Action!” I lie entirely still on the uncomfortable hospital bed, breathing ever so subtly, and then holding my breath a second before the loud monotone beep sounds and doctors come rushing in. “And cut!” I open my eyes to find Charlie, and when I do, I catch him walking away with his head down. My eyebrows furrow, and I want to ask someone to go and check up on him, but the makeup team has already swarmed me to touch up the makeup a little. After a few more takes, Kenny tells us we’re all good and lets us go. Once the tubes are taken out of my nose and stripped away from my arms, I hop off the bed and go to find Charlie. Michel and Soyon An are in front of his trailer, knocking on the door and yelling his name. “What’s going on?” I ask Soyon An. “I’m not sure. He just ran off set with tears in his eyes and hasn’t come out of his trailer, but we need him for a fitting for tomorrow.” Worry sets in the pit of my stomach. Why would he run off crying after watching the scene I just taped? “I’ll handle it,” I tell them with a smile. The two people from the crew I’d grown closest to, offer me a smile in return and walk off. I take a deep breath before knocking on the door softly. “Char?” Ever so carefully, I open the door to his trailer and step inside the darkened room. I almost think he’s not even in here when a sob comes from the left-hand side of the trailer. “Hey,” I coo and sit down on the edge of the bed beside his curled up body. “What’s wrong?” “It just all seemed so real…” he whispers, and sniffles. “Why, thank you,” I joke, but Charlie’s sob makes me realize this is serious. “Hey, Char… Pumpkin…” My hand reaches out for his shoulder and start circling my thumb across his bare skin. “Sit up for a second, please?” He obeys my whispers and sits upwards, so I can scoot in next to him. He rests his head on my lap, sniffles taking over. “Why did you get so upset over a scene, Pumpkin? You know that’s my job?” “I know that, Angel,” my stomach flutters at the nickname, “I just…” He sits up and turns to face me, crossing his legs, “I couldn’t help thinking ‘what if something really happens to her?’, I couldn’t stop imagining losing you and it felt terrible. I don’t ever want to live without you, Angel…” He reaches for my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I can feel the tears dropping down to my skin. It breaks my heart in a thousand pieces seeing him this broken. “You’re my best friend.” Right, the friendzone. We’re still here. “I know, Pumpkin… I can’t even imagine my life without you,” I tell him honestly. “But nothing’s ever going to happen to me. Or you. You’re going to have to do a lot more to get rid of me, Char.” He chuckles lightly. I reach up to wipe his tears away with my thumbs, cupping his cheeks, and then resting my hands there as we stare at each other. The tiny beam of sunlight from the small window lights up his face enough for me to see the sparkles in his eyes. “I don’t know if this is going to change anything, Angel, but I have to tell you,” he whispers, bringing his hands up to take my wrists and removing my hands from his face. “I trust us enough for not ruining anything between us.” I furrow my eyebrows, worried about his sudden serious behavior. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’ve been in love with you since the first day I met you.” My breath hitches in my throat, and I wish I could say something, but my brain is not functioning correctly right now. “I never dared to say anything because I was scared something would change between us and you wouldn’t feel the same and it would make things awkward. I was scared to lose what we already have. You’re my best friend, but I am so desperately in love with you that it’s kind of embarrassing and kind of distracting me from my work, like you saw during that first scene today. I am so desperately in love with you, Y/N Y/L/N and I don’t ever want to lose you.” He looks at me with hope in his eyes. I still can’t say anything. Too much in shock over his confession. “I understand if you don’t feel the same, Angel. I just… We can forget I said anything tomorrow and just go back to—” I finally manage to move and grab his face in my hands, bringing him closer to meet me halfway for a kiss. He’s a little startled at first, but then melts into the kiss and kisses me back. “I’ve been so embarrassingly in love with you for years and I never dared to say anything either,” I tell him, his face lighting up even more. “I cried one night blabbing about how much I love you and Jere and Oh had to comfort me for hours. It’s been so painful but I’m so happy you—” he cuts me off by pressing his lips on mine again in another kiss. “Were you asking me out on a date earlier when you wanted to grab dinner together?” he asks as though the memory from this morning just flooded into his mind. “What?! No!” I reply but can’t help blushing either. Charlie raises his eyebrow at me. “Yeah, fine. It was a pathetic attempt,” I roll my eyes with an amused smile on my face. Charlie laughs whole-heartedly before leaning in to peck my lips once, twice, three times. The fourth time he captures my lips with his, it’s a deeper, more passionate kiss than the ones before. The both of us are too wrapped up into the kiss, we don’t even notice Charlie’s trailer door opening until loud cheers startle us to break apart. Jeremy and Owen are stood in the trailer, cheering and exchanging high-fives in elation. “Finally!” Owen shouts, throwing his fist up in the air. “Bro, this took you long enough.” “Yeah, I know,” Charlie replies with a smile tugging at his lips. “At least now this girl won’t come crying to us again about how much she loves you,” Jeremy exclaims, patting my head as if I’m a child. The four of us laugh, and I look at Charlie, who gives me the most tender smile. “So… When’s the wedding?” The two of us scoff, and then order the two to get out of the trailer to give us some time alone, which they give us gladly. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years, and now that it’s here, it’s more than I ever imagined.

Taglist: @hannahhistorian92 @marinettepotterandplagg​ @thequirkybookaholic @parkeret @lukeys-giggle @gingerxarmy @lovesanimals 

[chilling-seavey]

A blurb where the girls are fighting and one of them ends up hitting the other sending Flora & Daniel in shook✨

I really liked this idea and I thought it would work with something I ran past @randomlimelightxxx a bit ago…I can’t really see the girls arguing and hitting each other per se (but I’m sure it happened at least once!) but this idea I wrote below basically would be quite similar in the way Flora and Daniel would react in terms of your idea! Besides, the girls are more vicious with words than fists most often than not hehe ;)

Saturday, August 7, 2027

From the day Penelope got her diagnosis, Florence and Daniel made a point not to treat her different from her sisters. Of course, she sometimes needed a few accommodations and extra support but she would never be singled out and never be treated differently for any other reason. It was hard at first, trying to understand their middle daughter’s every needs – especially when she went non-vocal when her overloads were strongest – but they tried their best for her.

They always had a menu on the fridge with a schedule so they would know what meals to expect day to day. Penelope liked to be prepared. It just came with the diagnosis. Florence would always try to keep recipes simple for Penelope’s sake since she was kind of a picky eater. That also came with the diagnosis. Penelope never really had a problem eating food at home but she did have her plain favourites that tended to be the go to: chicken nuggets, pasta with tomato sauce, or baked potatoes with butter.

One day in particular was not a good day for Penelope. They had all gone out for the afternoon and everything was setting her off. Being seven-years-old now, she better understood what was happening to her when meltdowns hit but still couldn’t really control herself at all. It was everything piling up from the noise of the harbour front to the sudden toots of boat horns to overlapping chatter and all sorts of smells and Penelope just went into overwhelm.

Florence and Daniel had their responses at the ready and were able to calm her down – Florence taking her sisters a bit of a ways off while Daniel sat with the sobbing girl on the boardwalk edge and held his hands over her ears until she relaxed. She still cried the whole walk home for dinner and was a sniffling mess in Daniel’s arms as they took the elevator upstairs. She was getting a little big to be carried but Daniel would carry her as long as she needed him to.

Three-year-old Lucy kept tapping at his leg and insisting, “My turn!”

But he would whisper a gentle, “Not now.” and focus back to his shaken daughter in his arms.

Clementine stared from Florence’s other side, holding her mother’s hand. She knew well about her sister’s diagnosis – well, the best an eight-and-a-half-year-old could – but she still felt slightly embarrassed every time she melted down in public places.

Dinner that night was leftover roasted chicken and Florence got right to work to reheat it when they got home. Clementine and Lucy busied themselves in the living room and Penelope still clung onto Daniel as he followed his wife into the kitchen.

“Let’s give her something she wants to eat tonight.” Daniel offered quietly.

“Was thinking so too.” Florence agreed. She shifted over so she could look at her daughter, “What do you want to eat tonight, sweet girl? Some nuggets? Pasta?”

Penelope sniffled and cuddled into Daniel’s shoulder, mumbling out a quiet, “Pasta.”

“Please, Mommy?” Daniel whispered into her hair as a little reminder.

“Please, Mama.” Penelope added sleepily.

Daniel kissed her head.

It didn’t take long for dinner to be made since it was just leftovers and then boiling some pasta in a pot and soon the family of five was sitting around the dinner table. Penelope’s tears were drying on her cheeks but she had a tiny hint of a smile on her face as she ate her pasta quietly. Everyone else – even young Lucy – had seasoned chicken on their plates. Clementine eyed her middle sister and then looked down at her own plate.

“Why does she get something fun?” she frowned.

“Just focus on your own dinner.” Florence answered gently.

Clementine didn’t even need an answer to know why her sister always seemed to get what she wanted and the near jealousy that was filling her stomach was apparent in her little glare. She leaned in a little to whisper in a tone filled with distaste, “It’s because you’re autistic.”

The sound of cutlery clattering onto the table and the chair scraping back against the floor startled the family as Daniel got up and grabbed Clementine by the arm before Penelope could even so much as look up from her plate. He pulled the eldest daughter to her feet, right out of her chair, and she gasped lightly.

“Room. Now.” he ordered and led her purposefully down the hallway.

Clementine’s eyes were wide in shock at her father’s sudden aggression – although he of course didn’t grab her enough to hurt her – and he pulled her down the hallway and into her bedroom. Daniel closed the door behind her and let go of her arm and Clementine took a few steps back in surprise and hesitation.

Daniel crossed his arms over his chest as he stared sternly at his eldest, “You don’t ever use that against your sister.”

Clementine nodded quickly.

“Just because she needs different things sometimes does not give you the right to be vicious towards her.”

Clementine nodded again.

“You are her big sister so you need to protect her, not belittle her. Do you understand me?”

Clementine nodded a third time.

“With your words, Clementine Ophelia.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Clementine hurried out, her voice wavering at the obvious seriousness of her father’s orders.

Daniel was rarely angry so she was extra frightened, staring up at him with nervous and shamed tears brimming in her eyes.

He wasn’t done, speaking strongly to her from a few short paces away, “You don’t need to understand what she goes through or what she needs and why but you don’t ever use that tone with her again. Yes, your sister is autistic, but she has done nothing to deserve to have that used against her.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Clementine sniffled, her vision blurring with tears as he scolded her.

“You treat her the same way you treat Lucy; with compassion. The three of you are very different people but that is not something to be ridiculed. Ever. For any reason.”

“Okay!” Clementine shouted, tears starting to drip down her cheeks as she let out a sob. “I’m sorry!”

“You’re going to sit on your bed for a ten minute timeout and when I come to get you again you will apologize to Penelope and continue eating your nice supper that your mother worked hard to make yesterday and I don’t want to hear one complaint.”

Clementine nodded through her tears and climbed up onto her bed, sitting cross-legged in the middle as she sobbed. Daniel sighed and stood at the end of her bed and curled a finger at her to get her to come here. She sniffled loudly as she crawled over to him and knelt in front of him, staining her cheeks in tears.

Daniel took her face in his hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead and whispering against the same spot, “I love you.”

He always tried to tell his daughters he loved them. Even when he was his most angry.

Clementine sobbed louder in shame.

“Hey,” Daniel called gently to get her eyes focused back on his, “I said I love you.”

“I-I love you.” Clementine hiccupped in reply.

With one more kiss, he left her there for her ten minute timeout, returning to a quiet dinner table in the meantime. Penelope had her cheek resting on her hand as she fed herself spoons of pasta tiredly and Lucy was picking up her little pieces of chicken with her fingers like it was the most interesting thing. Florence glanced up as Daniel approached and he apologized to her quietly as he sat back down and picked up his cutlery again and checked his watch to note the time.

“Everything okay?” Florence asked softly.

“Mhm.” Daniel fed himself a forkful of lukewarm supper before whispering to his wife, “I don’t want either of them…anyone for that matter…treating her differently. Using that shit against her for any reason.”

“Me neither.” Florence set her hand on his on the tabletop.

When the ten minutes was up and Daniel brought Clementine back to the table, the eldest took her seat again quietly, sniffling back her drying tears. She looked at her expectant father and he nodded her on towards her sister. She looked beside her to Penelope.

“Nelly?”

The younger sister looked up shyly behind bangs of frazzled brown hair and her own tear filled blue eyes.

Clementine shifted nervously in her chair, “I’m sorry I got upset.”

Penelope only gave her a half nod and looked back down to her plate. Clementine frowned and looked to her parents for help.

“Just let her eat, angel.” Daniel whispered gently. “She heard you…she’ll talk when she’s comfortable to.”

Clementine nodded and focused on her own dinner. From that day on – with sense nearly scared into her – Clementine declared herself Penelope’s own defence squad, especially while at school.

[lucifer-nanezgani]

Mankai at McDonald’s (crack headcanon)

That’s right, I’m back again with even more crack headcanons- this time brought to you by an afternoon I spent sitting in a McDonald’s (or Maccas as we call it down under) listening to the soundtrack again. What can I say, music makes me daydream. So, here we go!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: Isn’t a regular customer, but tends to pick up a cheeseburger meal after a big test at school. Gets enough fries to share with everyone but they’re all cold by the time he gets home.

Masumi: Gets a family meal to share with the director and runs home to make sure it’s still hot. Ends up crying into his nuggets when the director turns him down. Gives it to Sakuya or Itaru when it gets cold.

Tsuzuru: Works at the Maccas. Resting “I hate working customer service” face. Uses the employee discounts to buy it for everyone else (because they won’t stop asking). Orders their coffee for delivery when working on a script.

Itaru: Rolls into the driveway at 3 am and orders 20-piece nuggets, everything off the breakfast menu and an extra strong coffee. Employees think he’s a cryptid. Eats it all while gaming

Citron: Always has coupons for some reason. Gets “The Biggest of Macs, please!” Steals their sauce packets for the dorm. Nobody understands him and they’re too scared to call the cops.

Chikage: Goes when there’s a limited edition spicy range to review for his blog. Asks for extra spice and is alway disappointed. Ends up bringing his own hot sauce out of habit.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: Heard about it from the other at the dorm for the first time. Now regularly goes to get fries in between shoots, school and rehearsal. Refuses to share.

Yuki: Grabs a frozen coke or frappe if someone asks him to go with them, but wouldn’t be seen dead there on his own. Has a long-standing grievance with happy meal toy choices from childhood.

Muku: N U G G I E S. Always forgets to ask for tomato sauce and is then too nervous to go get more, so he just sits in the corner and eats them sadly.

Misumi: Asks the staff to make him McNuggets shaped like triangles. Bursts into the kitchen and yells at the employees when they give him regular ones. Everyone fears the triangle nuggies man.

Kazunari: Buys it for the troupe whenever they finish a play or hang out together. His go-to order is a quarter pounder, extra cheese and shaker fries. On good terms with every cashier there- they love his energy.

Kumon: Hasn’t eaten Maccas since he was 7. Refuses to eat anything but the apple slices that come with happy meals because “it’s so unhealthy!!” Gives Muku his nuggies and sauce.

Autumn Troupe

Banri: Once ate 3 Big Mac meals in one sitting just to feel something. Now only goes to McDonald’s to charge his phone and use their wifi. Begrudgingly accompanies Juza there when he wants dessert and gets a coke.

Juza: Orders an Oreo McFlurry, sundae, apple pie and the entire McCafe dessert cabinet in one go. Is extremely embarrassed while doing all this. Gets chewed out by Banri, Omi and Sakyo when he gets home

Taichi: Always knows when there’s a deal or promotion on. Stole like... 50 Szechuan sauce packets to use at home. Orders a Happy Meal in his high school uniform with no shame to collect the toys.

Omi: Are you kidding? This man has never even been to Maccas. Why would he? He can make nuggets at home- ends up confused as to why everyone still goes when HE CAN MAKE NUGGETS AT HOME

Sakyo: The drive-through black coffee dad in the flesh. He’s a cheapskate but even his standards aren’t that low. Does try stealing everyone else’s fries if they bring them home, though.

Azami: His dads never got him Maccas as a kid and now he is filled with the rage of a thousand suns. Bought a happy meal with Taichi once just for the experience. Is in the “only eats the apple slices” club with Kumon- he found out the hard way that everything else is bad for the skin.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: Used to work at the Maccas Tsuzuru works at now. Never passes up a McFlurry if someone’s ordering. Mostly just funds everyone else’s food though

Tasuku: Tsumugi took him once in uni when they were super broke and needed an assignment done. Partial to a Chicken Caesar wrap, but that’s it. Sits in the corner and grumbles about it when the rest of the troupe goes

Hisoka: Orders exclusively off the dessert menu. Tsumugi told him about a limited marshamallow McFlurry once and he hacked into and emptied Homare’s bank account ordering it every day. Has been spotted passed out in the play place at midday before

Homare: Occasionally used to pen his poems over a coffee there when he was younger. Buys Hisoka the limited desserts, but had to change his bank details after the marshmallow McFlurry incident. Now harbours a grudge with the company.

Azuma: Only ever went there when he was working as a cuddler if his client wanted it. Developed a fondness for the Sakura season range and goes once a year for the limited menu items. Also funds Hisoka’s dessert escapades

Guy: First tried Maccas with Citron after moving back to Japan. Oddly fond of the salads. Mostly just gets coupons for Citron. Tried a Filet o Fish once and was personally offended on multiple levels

[calibancangetit]

What if a witch did the spell to call a familiar (the one used by Sabrina in season 1) but messes up and ends up linked to Caliban? Could that be a good request? I really like your writing btw 💖

This is such a brilliant request! I’m sorry it’s kind of short, but I thought it was kinda cute. I hope I did it justice, and thank you I really appreciate it! 😖💕

The Familiar’s Fury (Caliban Imagine)

Fear clouded your mind, and the farther you walked into the forest the more scared you became. Sabrina assures you that this was the best way to find a familiar, but something told you that it was probably better to get one off that catalog Aunt Zelda told you about. You knew Sabrina meant well, but ever since the pagans were destroyed and her second self took over Hell, she’s been having a very lassez-faire attitude about the world.

“Why does everything always turn out so well for her?” You mumbled as you kicked some stray rocks in your path.

You loved Sabrina. She was so kind to you when her family took you in a couple months after Sabrina’s first failed attempt to sign her name in the Book of the Beasts. You were a long lost cousin of sorts to the Spellmens, and they did everything they could to make you feel like a true Spellmen, including being a witch. However, you were certain Sabrina’s ways of the dark arts would only lead to a worse path for you.

A cold breeze blew through the trees, creating a worse mood throughout the forest. You pulled your cardigan closer to you and immediately regretted not wearing warmer clothing.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You groaned as you began the ritual.

You tried to remember every detail you could from Sabrina’s instructions. You were sure you did it right, but when you finished absolutely nothing happened. You pouted when the silence of the forest answered the question you were thinking.

“It didn’t work.”

You shrugged your shoulders before grabbing your bag that you put down before the ritual. You adjusted the things inside before spinning on your heel to head home. However, your face was met with a broad chest.

You looked up and saw a pair of green eyes and a beautiful smile facing you.

“Well, if I knew a woman as beautiful as you was going to be the one to take me out of that rock, I would have dressed better.”

You screamed as you pushed him from you; the force of your push had him stumbling backwards for a second, but he recovered swiftly. Your eyes went wide as you were completely dumbfounded by the whole ordeal.

“W-who the hell are you?” You asked as you reached into your bag for some kind of weapon.

Unfortunately, you only had a small, dull pocket knife. You raised it up and aimed it at him with as much confidence as you could muster. The man only eyed the knife before waving his hand causing it to fly from your hands. Your chest heaved as you tried to make a run for the knife once more, but the man had already grabbed you by your arm. You pulled against him, but he just tightened his grip on your wrist.

“I don’t usually illicit such a response from a woman like this; well, except one.” He mumbled but you only continued to stare at him in horror.

“W-What do you want?”

He smiled at your question before slowly releasing your arm. You rubbed your sore wrist before frowning at him and patting your clothes off.

“You summoned me here and out of my imprisonment. I just wanted to thank you is all.”

You cleared your throat awkwardly as you held onto the strap of your bag, “Oh, well, you’re welcome. Was that all?”

His face dropped suddenly and you felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, “Well, I guess so then. I guess I’ll be off,”

A circle of fire surrounded him as he disappeared into thin air. Your fingers played over the skin he touch, and you swore you felt like he was still touching you.”

You shook your head when suddenly a spark of fire started in front of you. As it died out the man from earlier fell to the floor in front of you.

“What the-” he whispered as he took a look around his surroundings. His eyes landed on you and he quickly scrambled up to his feet before pointing a finger at you.

“Look I get it. It was fun the first time, but quit summoning me. Don’t you think once was enough?”

You scoffed as you face contorted into one of disbelief, “I didn’t summon you at all. I was summoning a familiar. I don’t even know who you are,”

“Caliban. Prince of Hell. Ring a bell?”

“How could you be prince of Hell, while Sabrina is queen?”

Rage filled his eyes as he stomped over to you as backed you up to a tree.

“You know, Sabrina! How the hell do you know her? I never saw you with her when she was fighting for the crown!” He interrogated.

A rush of confidence hit you at the mention of your cousin’s name. “Let’s just say I was doing some soul searching during that time, asshole!”

You pushed him off of you before making a run for it. You heard his footsteps chase after you, and just before you saw the treeline, you were tackled to the ground.

“Get off!”

“Would you shut up! Someone’s here!” Caliban hushed you.

Your voice went quiet when he saw who he was talking about. Four men creeped through the forest as they snickered to themselves.

“I know I saw her. She was a witch, doing some kind of spell. She was chanting. We can’t have any witches here.” One of them explained as he held his rifle tighter.

Caliban moved off of you before casting a glamour to hide you both from the men. You hid yourself as far against the ground as you could.

“Witch hunters.” Caliban whispered.

You nodded as you watched the men leave further into the forest. As soon as they were out of earshot, Caliban took off the glamour. You let out a deep breath before thanking him shyly. He kneeled beside your laying form before chuckling.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You kneeled and brushed off the dirt and leaves that clinged to your clothing. Caliban stood up and lent a hand to help you up.

“Why did you help me?” You asked as he handed you your bag that fell.

“It would seem that I am now obligated to help you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows before asking him to explain further. He sighed and showed you his arm that had your name scrawled across his wrist. Your fingers traced your name on his skin before staring up at him amazed. You didn’t notice the way Caliban’s breath hitched at the way your fingers danced across his skin, or the way you he couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. He quickly shook himself out of it and recovered smoothly.

“Well, (Y/N), it would seem that I am your familiar,” he said with a smug smirk.

“Shit. I’m gonna kill Sabrina.”

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dw ask game 1-36 and 38-100 DON'T ANSWER NUMBER 37 I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT CRYING

DaThanks, anon who is probably @truestoriesaboutme!

CHILDHOOD

1. Did you like DW as a child?

Depends. What do you consider a child? I saw Doctor Who for the first time when I was 16 or 17. Does that count? Let’s say that it does. I did enjoy it.

2. Your age at the time of the revival?

16.

3. First DW episode you ever saw?

An Unearthly Child. I wanted to watch it all in order! Still do! My first New Who episode was “Blink,” as forced upon me by @raisegrate. I did enjoy it.

4. Did you have any of the toys?

I didn’t at the time, but I do now. I have a couple of screwdrivers, a Fourth Doctor, an Ice Warrior, and not-quite-Legos of Doctors 1-11. (-WD)

5. Which DW character did you play on the playground?

N/A.

6. Monster(s) that scared you most as a child?

N/A. Nothing scares me.

7. Joke/story you didn’t get as a kid?

N/A. I get all jokes/stories.

8. DW opinion that has changed since you were a kid?

That the only way to watch it was from the very beginning. I eventually gave in and watched New Who before finishing Classic Who.

9. Who introduced you to DW?

Pretty sure I heard about it initially on a forum I went to called The Douglas Adams Continuum. That’s when I started watching the First Doctor. Again, @raisegrate showed me my first New Who. Eventually, I started watching New Who in its entirety with @catastrofries and they started watching Classic Who with me for @rassilonwatchathon.

10. Did you like Sarah Jane Adventures as a child?

Didn’t even know it existed as a child. But I liked it as an adult.

Read more under the cut. There’s a lot!

DOCTOR

11. Who is your Doctor?

One. He’s the first I saw and I’ve went through some of his more than once, due to the podcast, so he has a special place in my heart.

12. Your favourite Doctor?

It varies depending on the day. I quite like Two, Eleven, and Twelve, though.

13. Least favourite Doctor?

Possibly 5 or 13? More because they don’t get a whole lot to do, than them being bad.

14. Best regeneration?

Technically speaking, there’s something about that first one that is still so good. Emotionally speaking, Two’s regeneration is terrifying and I quite like Twelve’s speech before regenerating.

15. Do you like “Doctor-Lite” episodes?

Yeah! They’re all pretty good! Even “Love and Monsters!” Yeah, I said it! (The end is bad, but the rest is good.)

16. Who is the most human Doctor?

One calls himself human a handful of times. Does that count? If not, definitely Five. He seems the most like a regular guy in a weird situation out of all of them.

17. Best multi-Doctor story?

The Day of the Doctor, for sure.

18. Best Doctor monologue?

Eleven’s speech to young Amy in “The Big Bang.” That episode is just solid all around.

19. What do you think TenToo/MetaCrisis Doctor is doing now?

He’s definitely fucked off somewhere and abandoned Rose. He runs a cat cafe that is definitely a front for something, but no one can quite figure out what.

20. Best Doctor/companion pairing?

One/Barbara, Two/Jamie, Three/Jo, Four/Leela, Five/Tegan, (haven’t seen enough of Six, any of Seven, and I honestly don’t remember the companion for Eight), Nine/Rose (that’s the only option!), Ten/Donna, Eleven/Amy-Rory, Twelve/Clara, Ruth/Thirteen.

COMPANIONS

21. Favourite companion?

Classic Who: This is hard. Jamie? Sarah Jane? Leela? New Who: Donna Noble.

22. Favourite secondary companion?

Not sure what this means exactly... My second favorite? If so, I gave three for favorite Classic Who, so one of them. New Who: Rory.

23. Least favourite companion?

Classic: Ben Jackson or Peri. New: Ryan.

24. Best TARDIS Team?

Classic: Two, Jamie, and Zoe. New: Eleven, Amy, and Rory.

25. Most underrated companion?

I love Steven Taylor. I feel like he doesn’t get mentioned enough.

26. Most overrated companion?

Probably gonna get some hate for this, but Romana II. She’s good and I like her, but I was expecting a lot more. I honestly prefer Romana I.

27. Favourite companion’s family?

I love Rory’s dad.

28. Who should have been a companion but wasn’t?

Kamelion. AM I RIGHT? But seriously, Amelia Rumford from “The Stones of Blood.”

29. Favourite (canon or non-canon) DW universe relationship?

Amy/Rory.

30. Who did you not used to like, but really like now?

I hated Tegan when she first came on, but now I love her.

EPISODES

31. Favourite episode ever?

“Heaven Sent.”

32. Least favourite episode?

“Time-Flight” gave me a literal headache.

33. Which episodes do you skip?

NONE. Of course, I’ve not done any rewatches. YET.

34. Best two-parter?

“The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances” are the first New Who episodes that fully sold me on the show.

35. Historical, present day or futuristic episodes?

Give me the future and make it weird!

36. Episode that will always make you smile?

“The Myth Makers.”

37 HAS BEEN REDACTED.

38. Best run of episodes?

“Vincent and the Doctor” through “Day of the Moon” is pretty solid.

39. Best cliffhanger?

“Vengeance on Varos.” Hands fucking down.

40. Favourite Christmas special?

The answer to question 37. “A Christmas Carol.”

SERIES

41. Classic Who or New Who?

Yes please! (Though New Who will take this a little just because the pace is generally a lot better.)

42. Favourite series?

I’m not sure about Classic (I have a harder time thinking of them as different series), but New is definitely 5.

43. Least favourite series?

11.

44. Which series do you skip?

See 33.

45. Favourite series opening?

“The Eleventh Hour.” It’s just a lot of fun.

46. Favourite series finale?

“The Big Bang.” IT’S A GOOD SERIES.

47. Best series arc?

So I don’t sound repetitive and say Series 5 again, Clara’s arc in her last season is great.

48. Thoughts on series 11/12?

I find it largely boring and not well-written. Though there are some things I like! I love Ruth a bunch.

49. How much of Classic Who have you seen?

I’ve seen from “An Unearthly Child” to “The Two Doctors.” And the movie.

50. Who should have had another series?

Doctor: Nine. Or Eight. Or Ruth. Companion: Kamelion, but done better.

MONSTERS

51. Favourite monster/villain?

I love them Fuzzy Chicken Nuggets. (The Yeti.)

52. Most creative monster?

The Silence are an interesting concept.

53. Monster(s) that scares you most?

OAK AND QUILL from “Fury From the Deep.” Fuck those guys.

54. Monster you think is too easy to defeat?

I hate power level questions. Next.

55. Least favourite monster/villain?

I get really tired of the Daleks sometimes, y’all.

56. Monster you want to return?

Chumblies or quarks.

57. In your opinion, what makes a monster good?

The writing. You can do great things with most of them. Even the ones you dislike. Like, I hate the farting aliens, but they are occasionally used well.

58. Daleks, Cybermen or Weeping Angels?

If I had to pick, I’d say... Cybermen. Daleks are very samey and loud. Weeping Angels get less interesting every time they are used. But there’s a human element to the Cybermen that, when utilized, can be very effective and unsettling.

59. Best Dalek story?

The one where Two rides around on ones he made nice.

60. Best one time villain/monster?

I don’t know what it is, but whatever it is in “Midnight.”

ADDITIONAL MATERIAL

61. Torchwood or Sarah Jane Adventures?

SJA is more consistent, but the highs of Torchwood are higher.

62. Favourite Torchwood Team member?

Owen. But like... not season one Owen.

63. Which Torchwood death made you saddest?

See 62.

64. Do you rewatch COE or MD?

I haven’t rewatched anything yet. But I would rewatch COE before MD.

65. Favourite SJA Team member?

Clyde.

66. Mr Smith or K-9?

Mr. Smith is way more interesting. He had a villain arc!

67. Maria or Rani?

Rani.

68. Do you read the comics/novels or listen to Big Finish?

Some. I’m doing them as Patreon bonus episodes for @rassilonwatchathon​. I haven’t done much though.

69. If you do, your favourite additional stories?

“The Chimes of Midnight.” I’ve listened to it twice.

70. Do you like DW analysis (video essays, fan theories, etc)?

I do DW analysis for @rassilonwatchathon AND The Dipp. So yes. My fave is TARDIS Eruditorum, though.

I’LL ANSWER THE REST AT A LATER TIME. I MUST BE WITH MY PEOPLE NOW.