#everybody hypes him up so much in the game but I have to do all the work

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

The conflicts of various characters in DOS2 are so funny... and inconvenient sometimes.

I killed Gareth because I couldn't convince him to stand down and stop him from trying to kill Alexandar (I failed a persuasion check with him long ago), only to let Ifan kill Alexandar like a minute later. The problem is that when you don't or can't persuade Gareth to stand down and you join him in attacking Alexandar, the game skips over Ifan and his personal quest completely. This is an encounter relevant and extremely important to him, a companion character and love interest, that the game has been building up for a long time. But if you let Gareth have his way, then Ifan's quest doesn't get properly resolved, you don't get his dialogue with Alexandar and thus miss out on crucial information, among other things, and you don't get the follow-up dialogue with Ifan, either.

I'm sorry, Gareth, that I failed you back on the Reaper's Coast, but you are not stronger than my love for the companions. I killed you for a couple of lines from the man I'm trying to seduce, and I would do it again.

[13eyond13]

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[shortcakesturns]

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - M. STURNIOLO.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧: 𝐘/𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐲/𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧?

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏,

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓)

The lights of the stadium are bright, the sky is a hue of pink and purple. You stand on the turf, the other cheerleaders holding a paper sign for the players to run through. You stand on the side ready to tumble once the music plays, you shake those nerves and lock in. Seeing the amount of people in the crowd made you nervous, and suddenly you snapped out of your thoughts when it’s your cue to tumble right before the boys go.

You feel your self flip in the air, and try your hardest to hit. Within seconds you’ve hit every move and run off to the track before the players can burst through the paper. You watch from afar as they fire themselves up and then you see Matt Sturniolo leading the boys and running towards the paper.

they burst through the paper and the game begins. Tension was elevated due to it being a rival game. The boys stand on the sidelines and the whistle blows.

*your pov*

I turn to face the crowd.

“M-O-V-E!” I yell out the start of the cheer.

“MOVE THAT BALL!” the rest of the cheerleaders join in, repeating this cheer 4 more times before facing the field yet again.

I look around on the sideline and see my boyfriend Brad in his little group, with the star player my enemy Matthew Sturniolo and I roll my eyes and return my eyes to the field.

*3rd person*

Matt stands there waiting to be put in when he overhears brad, “I have news everybody, so I fucked y/n, alright?” Matt glances back then back to the field as players dab brad up. “but that’s not it, so after I had gone to y/ns house I went over to Jamie’s house okay? Fucked that bitch too.” Matt looks back at brad.

“come on man, don’t you think that’s fucked up?” Matt asks.

“nah brother, listen if any of y’all wanna hit that- right back there,” he points to you. “after I break with her tonight, she’s free game.” all of the players hype Brad up as Matt stands there staring at brad blankly, matt glances back to you cheering. As much as he hates you. He can admit that no girl deserves what’s happening to you.

“Brad that’s disgusting, get a life dude.” Matt scoffs and turns to the field again, and brad pulls him to face him.

“why do you care? you hate her.” brad looks confused.

“Because no girl deserves that, I’ve had my fair share of being a player, but I’ve never fucked and dipped, I don’t cheat and as much as I hate her I’m man enough to tell you, that you're fucked up.” Matt looks back at Brad before being pulled into the game by the coach.

Time passes as countless cheers are cheered and your nerves began to go away, we were up 28-26.

Tension was still very high and it was the start of halftime, so you could go walk around and talk to Brad. You leave the track with an adrenaline high, and run to brad giving him a huge hug. Brad had played all 2nd quarter.

*your pov*

“Hey babe, how’s it going out there?” I say in a very bubbly mood, still high off the happiness.

His friends surround him, pat his back laughing, and leave into the locker room.

“it’s pretty good out there? am I gonna see you tonight?” he smiles.

“I don’t know, I have things to do.” I look around and glance at Matt all sweaty and slowly walk towards the locker room.

“Really, so you don’t have time for your boyfriend?” brad begins to get upset.

“I- um I’m sorry.” I look into his eyes, blackened with anger.

Brad grabs my wrist and puts me up against the concrete wall I feel the wind being knocked out of me and a sharp pain.

“your not sorry you bitch.” Brad groans.

“HEY, hey get off her!” Matt runs over, pushing Brad off.

“You don’t touch women like that.” Matt stands in front of me. I begin to walk back to the track and Matt blocks Brad from getting through.

Brad shoves Matt as I’m halfway back to the cheering spot of the track, still visibly shaken. As if it couldn’t get worse I hear Brad walking towards me angrily and I look at the crowd and all eyes are on Brad.

“Brad get away from me.” I put my arms in front of my body as if i’m shielding myself. I hear a loud slam, I look up and see Matt on top of him holding his hands down.

“y/n get the coach, now, run I don’t know how much longer I can hold him.” I nod and sprint towards the locker room, I don’t enter but I open the door and scream for the coach.

“Please, help, Brad is trying to hurt me and Matt is holding him down, please I don’t know how long he can hold off Brad.” I plead as the coach rushes out and spots the two on the field.

Brad and Matt are standing up now landing blows on eachother, I watch in shock as Matt yells out obscenities and the coach pulls him off. Matt has a bloodied lip and all i can do is put my hands over my mouth.

A coach pulls me to the side and asks me what happened while the other holds Matt back as he shouts at Brad still.

After I explain, the coach escorts Brad off the field and the other lets Matt go. Matt walks over to me.

“Listen, I know you don’t like me, I know we’ve been shitty towards each other but I have to tell you, I heard Brad talking about how he fucked Jamie. I get y’all didn’t exactly break up…yet,” Matt looks down and then at me again. “go to homecoming with me tomorrow.”

i’m in shock from Brad cheating and Matt asking me to homecoming. “What??!!” my jaw is on the floor.

“close your mouth before you catch flies, just make him jealous. okay? I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” he nods and then walks away but turns around as he’s a short distance from me. “text me if you need me, I’m sorry, he’s a dick.” he turns back around before I can say anything.

“okay.” I say loud enough for him to hear me.

I began to walk back to my spot to cheer since the game wasn’t over. All I could think about was Matt.

[hysteria-things]

TOUR (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt’s been on tour for about a month, meaning he hasn’t seen or done anything with you in a month. he takes matters into his own hands when he’s finally alone, but he does need your help with it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, mentions underage drinking, swearing, male masturbation, overstimulation (kinda)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 830

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: umm guys i literally woke up to over a hundred notifications??? thank you SO much i didn’t expect this to happen at all. i’m having so much fun with this🥲

my notes app is COOKING right now and the ideas are ideaing. you guys and your support makes me low key emotional LMAO

i want to try and post once a day but i might do more than once sometimes instead because i am HYPE.

also conflicted if i should make a part two so let me know!

it’s friday night and you’re sitting in your best friend’s living room. the two of you and other close friends come together some weekends to hang out. you guys have been laughing, drinking (despite being underage by a year), watching TV, or playing games. in the middle of laughing, you feel your phone buzz repeatedly underneath your thigh. you lift your leg to retrieve it, seeing an incoming phone call from your boyfriend matt.

“hey, sorry. mind if i take this?” you ask the group, lifting your phone so they can see the screen.

“not at all.” your best friend smiles.

you get up from the couch. “thanks. continue the game without me.”

you speed walk to the bathroom and close the door accepting the call and bringing it to your ear. “hello?”

“hey.” he breathes out.

“hey, you.” you smile. “how are you doing?”

“fine,” he says. he’s silent for a beat before speaking again. “sorry i didn’t talk to you much today. it’s been busy, but we just finished the tampa show.”

you haven’t seen matt in over a month because he’s been touring with his brothers across the country. you couldn’t be more proud, but you guys miss each other like crazy.

“did you win?”

“damn right i did, baby,” he says hoarsely. he sounds a bit strange to you, but you shrug it off as exhaustion. doing shows almost every day can wear somebody out.

but oh boy are you wrong.

on the other line, matt sits on his bed in the tour bus with his hand wrapped around his dick. your recent post on instagram is displayed on his screen as you talk about your day on the other end, having no clue what’s happening.

the post consists of you posing, wearing a short navy blue dress. your tits practically spilled out of the top.

“…was crazy.” you finish. “anyway, is tour fun so far? it’s almost over already.”

“uh huh.” he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back. he hisses, his movements gradually becoming faster. he’s sensitive, and it hurts so fucking bad. he needs to release, but only you have the power to make him come undone.

“matt? you okay? you sound off.” you ask concerned.

“keep talking, baby. i’m so close.”

you go to say something, but instead, press your ear closer to the phone. you hear shuffling and grunting. it doesn’t take a mastermind to figure out what he’s doing.

“you’re being risky, matthew.” you say teasingly, a whine escaping his lips. he prefers being called matt, but with you, matthew rolls perfectly off of your tongue. “where’s everybody else, hm?”

“at the store,” he says shakily, his hand pumping faster. he takes his thumb and twirls it around his red tip where pre-cum is threatening to spew out. “i need to cum so bad.”

“then do it, baby. pretend it’s me making you feel so good,” you say seductively, biting your lip as you hear his sounds of pleasure.

you get that familiar feeling in your core, but because you’re at a friend's, you’ll feel weird doing it in her bathroom.

guess you’ll have to wait until you’re all alone.

“fuck.” he whispers, stomach jerking. he thrusts up into his fist a few times to finish the job. he whines as he makes a mess all over his stomach and thighs.

he whines again, purposely trying to overstimulate himself. “matt, don’t overdo it. you’re too sensitive.” you say, knowing he didn’t stop because you can still hear the commotion.

“please.” he exhales. “one more.”

“hold on,” you reply, opening the camera app on the phone. you pull the straps down of your dress and pull out your boobs, pushing them together and snapping a picture. you know how much matt goes crazy over them. you send the photo, waiting for his reaction.

you bring the phone back up to your ear to hear a sigh of “holy fuck” fall from his mouth.

“i need to fuck your tits so bad.” he groans, throwing his head back as he tries to reach his second orgasm.

you bite your lip to hide your smile, enjoying this a little too much. the wet noises on the other line drive you insane.

“i’m gonna— fuck, i’m cumming.” he lets out a loud moan as he makes another mess, his dick red and swollen. he’s still not satisfied, because you’re not there. he continues pumping his cramped hand, but you and he both know it’s no use.

“matt, that’s enough.” you say sternly. “don’t do it too much, okay? it’ll hurt.”

he obliges, removing his hand and lying there. his breathing starts to slow, but he’s still panting. “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too.” you coo. “just a few more days, okay?”

“okay,” he mumbles.

you lied.

what matt doesn’t know is that you have a plane ticket for tomorrow, to fly out to ft. lauderdale for the last show.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing

[theoutsiderslove]

Before the Rumble

Darry Curtis x Fem! Reader

Tags: Brief mentions of violence. 

Word Count: 2.5k

“Every one of us will be back here before you know it.”

Ponyboy and Sodapop had been talking about it for weeks.

It seemed like every other conversation focused on it. They talked about it at the dinner table, Soda yelled about it from the shower, and Pony would even take breaks from his homework to stop and chatter on.

When Steve and Two-Bit were around, and then all four of them got to going on about it? Then it was really a rousing conversation. 

While Darry was looking forward to it the same as they were, he was beginning to get a little annoyed with the constant talk of it. Sure, it wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and it was something they all got excited for.

Darry, however, preferred to wait until a day or two before to begin hyping up for it. There was no sense in being all tense for it when it was still two weeks out.

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind all the bubbly chatter. It made you happy to see them so excited for something. 

After all, it wasn’t every day that they had a rumble to look forward to.

Over the last several months, things had been extra heated between the Greasers and the Socs. More and more unprovoked fights, crossing over into territories, and just overall grievance between the two groups had become obvious – and it was time to cool things down a bit.

Rumbles were a decent way for the Socs and Greasers to blow off steam on one another. It was their chance to get in as many swings and kicks as they could without “breaking the rules.” 

It would settle things down at least…for now. 

Needless to say, the boys were stoked, and now that the night had arrived and the rumble was only a few hours out – they were off the walls.

“Hey! I saw that, Two-Bit,” You barked. “No knives.” 

His cheeks flushed pink at being caught shoving his blade into his pocket, but the grin on his face was as Two-Bit as ever.

“I wasn’t gonna use it!” He claimed, but you knew him all too well.

“You know what happens when a knife comes out at a skin fight,” You pointed at him with a knowing finger. “I don’t want to have to sew anyone back together tonight.”

Two-Bit cackled at that, his usual wisecracker of a personality shining brighter than ever. Nonetheless, he obliged to your scolding, removing his switchblade from his pocket and leaving it on the table in front of the couch.

It didn’t dampen his spirits whatsoever. If anything, everyone’s normal behaviors were doubled tonight.

The Curtis home was bustling with activity. The gang was on fire with energy tonight, all of them going through their separate routines to get prepped and ready for the rumble. Dallas was nowhere to be seen, but he usually showed up right when it was time to get going. 

They were spread out throughout the house, each of them piping up within the conversation.

“Y’all think the fuzz will show up?” Steve asked from the dining table, where he was playing some card game with Sodapop.

“Nah. I don’t think this is gonna be that kind of rumble,” Soda answered. “A couple of minutes at most.”

Your head popped out from the kitchen at the sound of that. While the women usually didn’t participate in rumbles, you were going to be on clean up duty when they returned to the house later that night. It was important to be sure that there was plenty of first aid, clean rags, and aspirin to fix everybody up…not to mention some kind of bedding so everybody had a place to crash, and towels so everyone could shower.

“Sodapop, do not get too comfortable with that,” You advised. “I also would prefer not to have to bail any of you out of jail.”

“Awh, come on, [Y/N]. You’re just bein’ paranoid.” Ponyboy said from the sofa, where he and Johnny were sitting quietly.

Pony and Johnny didn’t usually say much before a rumble. They were the smallest of the group, and these rumbles were physically much rougher on them than the rest of the gang. Still, they liked to pull their weight like everybody else, and bringing glory to the Greasers meant more than anything.

“Especially you,” You pointed again, but at Pony this time. “It’s one thing bailing Dally out. You’re a different story.”

You couldn’t help but be protective. When you and Darry started dating, you signed on with this gang. Each and every one of them meant something special to you. In some way or another, each of them had helped you out and been there for you in some way. They trusted you the same way you trusted them. It was the least you could do to pay it forward – keep them safe and clean them up afterwards when they weren’t.

Steve turned around in his chair to look at you, a goofy smirk plastered on his face.

“Why? You think Darry’s gonna yell at you if he does?” Steve laughed. “No chance that’ll ever happen.”

You couldn’t help but share a smile. The guys always teased Darry about how he was so serious and rough all the time. But the second you were around or if he was merely even thinking about you, that big man demeanor melted away. 

“What will never happen?” Darry asked as he entered the living room, only hearing the second half of the conversation.

Not wanting to argue with the big man in the house, Steve waved him off.

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Steve dismissed, returning to his card game with Soda. “Got any twos?”

Darry scoffed, rolling his eyes at his kid brother’s best pal. The man’s blue-green eyes met yours, a certain shimmer shining over them when he looked at you. He had a small, yet dashing grin on his face – an expression he showed when he was happily, but quietly thinking about you.

A moment was shared between your silent looks. He knew you were nervous, as you usually were before they all went off to go beat up a bunch of rich kids from the other side of town. He was sure that you had already given Pony and Soda the pep talk about getting away if the cops showed up. He was positive that you had already told Two-Bit to empty his pockets of any weapons.

He knew your thought process, and your caring nature for him and his family (both biological and not) made him feel like the most loved guy in the world.

“Hey,” Two-Bit called to Darry, suddenly re-inserting himself to the topic at hand…or the one that was attempted to be left behind. “Speaking of things that’ll never happen, when are you going to buy that poor girl a ring?”

Your smile was wiped clean off your face, and a scowl appeared in its place.

“Keith.” You said boldly and sternly before anyone else could get a word in.

Two-Bit sank into his chair at the usage of his real, government name – a telltale sign that (per usual) he had taken it too far.

That “girl” he was referring to was you, and it was something that he hassled Darry about all the time. 

Everyone knew that you and Darry wanted to get married and would get married…eventually. According to Ponyboy, Darry had wanted to ask you to marry him within the first six months that you were together. 

But you knew the situation that Darry was in. Their parents were gone, and things hadn’t been so smooth for them in the last few years. It had only been about a year since they had died when you met Darry and now, three years later, on the surface it seemed that your relationship was going nowhere. 

But you knew that things weren’t so black and white. Darry on numerous occasions had began to save up some money to buy you a ring and put it aside for a wedding, but it seemed that every time Darry was getting some decent cash saved, one of the boys would get hurt or something urgent around the house would need fixing, and Darry would have no option but to use the money elsewhere.

One time you even suggested to Darry to forget the ring and just have a small courthouse wedding. It was cheap and quick. It wasn’t like you needed a wedding ring or any kind of “real” wedding ceremony. Spending the rest of your life with Darry is what mattered the most, but Darry knew that (even if you wouldn’t admit it) you wanted a real wedding with at least some of the bells and whistles.

Darry was insecure about it. He knew that you were long overdue for a proper proposal. He wondered sometimes why you had stuck around the way you had without any promise of marriage. In many ways, Darry wondered why you were still with him at all – because he knew you deserved so much more than what he could give you.

You didn’t have to pitch in around their house like you did. You didn’t have to treat Sodapop and Ponyboy as if they were your own. You didn’t have to put up with the foul-mouthed, chainsmoking pack of people that you were around on a daily basis. And you surely didn’t have to be the caretaker of the aftermath of a good old-fashioned Greaser brawl.

But you loved Darry, so you did all of that anyway.

In Two-Bit’s defense, pretty much everyone had asked that question at some point…in their own personal style. Whether it was Johnny quietly whispering to Ponyboy or Dallas asking Darry when he was going to “get on with it,” everyone had wondered about it.

It was clear too that everyone was curious for an answer, considering that the entire house had now gone silent. Every pair of eyes in the room was on Darry, which made you feel worse than it did him.

While you were well aware that they had all thought about it, you didn’t like it when they said it out loud.

Darry had enough pressure on himself as it was, you didn’t want more weight to press down at your expense. Darry had gotten used to the guys poking him about this, and he usually knew what to do to change the subject.

“What about you, wise guy? Where’s your girl?” Darry mocked. “Where’s Kathy, huh?”

Believe it or not, Ponyboy was usually the first to jump in to defend Darry…even though he wanted the two of you to get married more than anybody.

“Did Kathy finally get sick of your jokes, Two-Bit?” Pony joked, and the volume in the house began to pick up again.

“Maybe she moved on to a Greaser that can actually make it to noon without getting piss drunk!” Sodapop howled, and now everyone was dogging on Two-Bit instead.

“I’ll have you all know that me and Kathy are doing just fine.” Two-Bit proclaimed, but that only seemed to make everyone mess with him more.

There was a distraction for now, and you jumped on the opportunity to have Darry to yourself for a minute.

“Hey, Darry?” You called calmly, darting your eyes to silently let him know that you wanted to talk privately.

Darry caught your look, and nonchalantly carried himself into the kitchen to avoid disrupting the bickering between Two-Bit and everyone else.

You didn’t try to hide the anxious look on your face once it was just you and Darry. His face morphed into a worried look, but he already knew what your nerves were for.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, just in case.

“Listen…I know you’re always careful but…just be careful.” You asked, smoothing out a wrinkle on his t-shirt.

“Always,” He confirmed. “I don’t think this will be a big rumble.”

You heard what he said and understood, but that didn’t stop you from continuing.

“And keep an eye on Ponyboy and Johnny if you can. I know they’re independent and can handle themselves, but they’re just so much smaller and I don’t want-”

“Hey, hey. I’ve got this,” He smiled in amusement, but appreciated your concern as always. “Every one of us will be back here before you know it.”

There was no sense in fussing over them at this point. They were going to do what they always did…fight for their glory and return victorious.

“Okay,” You swiped a stray hair from his forehead, placing it back with the rest of his greased hair. “Try to avoid the one that bites.”

Darry laughed gently, his memory flashing in remembrance of the Soc from last time that bit Darry so hard that he swore his teeth almost popped through the underside of his hand. 

“I’ll try.” He nodded.

You didn’t have much else to say. Darry’s reassurance had comforted you, and you felt a little better about everything.

But Darry still had one thing in the air to clear.

“And…” He sighed, glancing over his shoulder quickly to make sure that there were no wandering, listening ears. “About the ring – I’m gonna ask you to marry me one day, I swear. I just- things are even tighter than usual right now and-”

“Shh, shh. Stop,” You held a gentle finger to his lips. “I don’t need a ring, and you don’t need to explain yourself.”

“But you deserve to know.” His gaze went even softer, his voice even finding a pillowy tone.

There was a beat. A brief silence. And a kiss.

“I already know.” 

Darry had never felt more loved. He didn’t know what kind of stars had aligned and what he had done to deserve such a wholesome, pure love. Whatever it was, he was thankful for it every single day. 

Darry stayed with you in the kitchen, sharing soft touches and sweet kisses, occasionally eavesdropping in on the ruckus going on in the living room. For a moment, Darry didn’t even want to go to the rumble. He wanted to stay right here with you, forever if he could’ve.

That was until-

“Dally’s here!” Johnny announced, peeking out the window to see Dallas cruising up the steps. 

Dallas’ arrival meant that it was showtime, and that the highlight of the night was about to begin. Dally’s appearance didn’t last long. Just long enough to rally his crew and get to where the rumble was being held. Everybody went scrambling out the front door (but not before Darry stole one more kiss from you), hooting and hollering all the way down the street until they were out of earshot from inside the house.

You knew that they would return much quieter and calmer, the post-adrenaline effect would have long been kicked in by then. But their spirits would be lifted, and there would be some improved tension between the Socs and the Greasers. 

It wouldn’t be long before things would get intense again. It was only a matter of time before you would be doing this all over again. That was just how it worked. It wasn’t an easy life. Some days felt harder than others, and some days were unbearable. But even if you had the choice, you wouldn’t change a single thing. As long as you had Darry, you would be fine.

Because you loved him no matter what – rumbles and all.

[roronoaswifey]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐂𝐒, monster trio

summary. inviting the monster trio to your annual family cookout

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x black!reader

warnings/tags. slight foul language, alcohol consumption, implied weed consumption, wholesome meeting the family content, reader is black but fic can be applied to all races

wc. 2.9k

kazu’s note. tee helped inspire me… even if the idea was all mine xo 💋 @sanjisblackasswife

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

“let’s fucking go!”

→ he’s oddly excited to go, mainly because of all the fun stories you’d told him in the past and food

→ wherever there’s a fun time and food, you know luffy’s down

→ the second you stepped in, you lost your boyfriend. in the overwhelming swarm of greetings and hugs and kisses, luffy was nowhere to be found

→ you were asked by all family members where was this boyfriend of yours and your left brow twitched in suspicion, cause where else would the bastard be at this ripe hour?

→ ding ding ding, the kitchen of course.

→ he leaned over the counter, eyes shimmering in want as he drooled over whatever seemed to be cooking in the crockpot

→ your mother eyed him suspiciously, lost and completely confused as to who this clearly non family member was doing in her kitchen

→ you found him and easily, smacking the back of his head while scolding him on proper etiquette, to which he pouted and argued that,

→ “but i’m hungry!”

→ “dumbass, where are your manners?”

→ your mom didn’t take it to heart, however. she appreciated how he could distinctively spot a good dish from away

→ after poutingly introducing himself, luffy beamed at the premade plate in front of him, thanking your mom endlessly with hugs before diving into his meal

→ though stunned by the way he inhaled his meal down, your mom was also impressed by his go-lucky nature, going as far as ruffling his hair affectionately

→ luffy’s definitely best friends with the younger cousins. he keeps up with their games, laughs along at anything and agrees when they ask him to bring them to a nearby park

→ they ask for story times of adventures when he’s at sea, and listen with heart eyes as he tells them about the amount of sea kings he’s slaughtered and bad men he’s defeated, going as far as re-enacting the situations

→ he’s also at the center of the mosh when adults ask the kids to dance for money. he isn’t even doing it for the money, he’s just so full of energy and everyone loves his vibe so much

→ he definitely makes money off it though

→ dinnertime is horrendous. he’s got a big appetite, and you warned your family beforehand, but naturally they’re still in shock at the way he basically SWALLOWS the table.

→ your mom is a huge fan, prepping beforehand containers of food so he doesn’t go hungry

→ even if he’s basically gobbling down his and other people’s share of food, luffy is known for his outgoing and warm personality, so of course he’s the center of entertainment

→ he’s cracking jokes, singing off key, dancing ridiculously and your family seems to be eating it up. they laugh like he’s the funniest man, sing along as if he was making sense, even hype him up when he dances foolishly

→ at some point in the day he’s so stuffed he ends up knocked out with some random kid in one of the rooms upstairs, snoring with the child snuggling into his torso, damn near rolling over him

→ nighttime falls before luffy wants, and eventually it’s time for y’all to go back, but lemme tell you this man is so bummed out

→ not only does your family bash you for “gatekeeping” him from them for so long, but luffy’s pressed because not everybody seems to have left but now you’re forcing him to go too??

→ “lu, we gotta set sail tonight or else nami’ll have both our heads on a platter!”

→ “i don’t care! i’m captain, and i decide we stay!”

→ you’re so ready to shove your fist down his throat when your mom shows up, containers full of food in her hold as she offers a simple solution that has luffy obeying uncharacteristically easily

→ you rolled your eyes, grabbing the packed food as your mom smothered luffy in kisses, thanking him for having shown up and expects to see him more often

→ she also gives him the sentimental “look after my daughter” speech as if he’s not the one that needs to be looked over

→ luffy replies with his infamous laugh, hugging your mom back as his answer makes your chest bloom with warmth,

→ “of course! y/n’s the love of my life.”

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

→ “uh…”

→ that’s the face he made the second y’all entered the house, greeted by your skeptical dad who gave him an offish look

→ “so you the thug my baby’s dating?”

→ “dad.” you gave your dad a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes, waving off as he claimed he was joking, but the way zoro was frozen is fear (?) suggested otherwise

→ so, rough start, but zoro decides he’s gonna try his best to make your family approve of him. i guess it helps he brought a bottle of wine (selected by sanji ofc) to woo the fam

→ he follows as you make your way towards the backyard, greeted with love and hollers as everyone chants how it’s been so long since they last saw you

→ you get hugs and kisses from uncles, aunties, grandparents, family friends and cousins, whole time zoro stands behind you like 🧍waiting for you to finish

→ “gonna introduce us to your hunk of a man?” some thirsty auntie practically ogles zoro and he’s frozen to pieces again at the attention on him

→ you roll your eyes and nudge zoro forward to introduce himself, and he inwardly curses you for setting him up like that

→ “roronoa zoro… ma’am.” you nearly decked him up the head for the unneeded formal greeting, but your family laughed it off, amused by his sternness

→ “your name roronoa?”

→ “no sir. i’m japanese.”

→ “well that’s new.” you glared at the same thirsty auntie, hoping she wasn’t somewhat shading you for your taste in men

→ regardless, zoro went through the crowd and attempted to present himself, though it was unnecessarily stiff, you rubbed your hand on his back for his efforts

→ zoro finds it really hard to find peace and quiet at events like these, though he doesn’t hate it but isn’t exactly used to so much familial love in one place especially with the lack of family growing up

→ he does find peace in the normality of everything, no piracy or wild government issues involved

→ your dad manages to find him and challenges him alongside the other uncles to a drinking contest, but because you know you have an advantage, you decide to place bets on winners

→ bets are predictable enough; everyone besides your mom and you bet on the undefeated champion that was your dad. joke’s on them cause naturally zoro won

→ he swipes his hand over his mouth, smirking at your dad across the table as you stand next to him, arms crossed over your chest and smirking tauntingly back you guys looked so badass

→ your dad eyes you both saltily, and zoro fears he fucked up yet again by taking the challenge too seriously, but when your dad breaks out in laughter and gives his hand to shake, a sweat dropped from his hairline in relief

→ you made about 350$

→ your (single) aunties cannot get over how good looking he is. they swarm around him, praising him for his out-of-this-world visuals and smother all over him, pulling at his cheeks and tugging at his biceps

→ and in returns he’s just like “uh, thank you.” while giving you a look to save him, but you’re evil and let him suffer alone

→ now when the kids get ahold of this man, just wish him goodnight at this point cause you’re not seeing this man for the rest of the night

→ they love this man ☠️ is it the fact that he seems so unappeased and stoic, or the fact that he’s a new piece of meat to bother, he really couldn’t tell

→ they tug on his arms, sit on his lap, play with his hair, and ask for stories of what it’s like to be at sea while being such a strong pirate

→ “you got three swords?!” “i do.” “can i use them?! please?!” “i’m pretty sure y/n would kill me.” “no she wouldn’t! she lets me play with swords all the time!” “uh…”

→ when you caught him giving piggyback and airplane rides to your very happy younger sister, you leaned against the doorframe and teased him about how well they got along to which he bluntly denied

→ you saw the fond smile on his face tho

→ still you drag him downstairs to meet up with your older cousins and family friends, slipping on some slides as your dad corners y’all at the entrance

→ “we’re gonna go take a walk.” you smile sheepishly, kissing his cheek and your father gives you a look, seeing easily past your lame excuse but does nothing to stop y’all

→ “we are?” your confused boyfriend mumbled, tugging your sundress and your cousins and friends laughed at his naivety, saying something along the lines that they’d get along just well

→ the walk taught him a few things; weed is definitely not for him nor his throat, you get overly affectionate when you’re high and your one short friend is hilarious when he’s hungry

→ he gets along well with other significant others of family members, all in the same “freshly arrived” boat. he and your sister’s boyfriend actually bonded over the kendo matches airing on the sports channel

→ when night comes, he’s almost drained by how much social interaction he was put through. you wish everybody a goodnight and they threaten you to bring him back to the next function “or else”.

→ you’re at the door with leftovers and drinks, and when you leave the door, zoro realizes he probably should privately share his goodbyes to your dad, and so he goes back when you don’t notice

→ you noticed you were talking to yourself for a while, so you frown and wonder if your man got lost while you were busy ranting about how happy you were

→ you head back to the house, ready to search for a lost moss but you halt your step when you hear familiar voices talking

→ “you take good care of my baby, roronoa. she better be in one piece next time y’all come ‘round. got it?”

→ you roll your eyes at your dad’s usual protectiveness, ready to counter on his behalf but you’re cut to the chase by your boyfriend,

→ “i love her, sir. nothing bad’s ever gonna happen as long as i’m around, i swear.”

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

→ “sounds like a good idea, my love!”

→ sanji blends in with your family alarmingly well. it’s barely been a few minutes since y’all got in, and he presents himself with bouquets of flowers and wine, and the whole house has fallen head over heels for him

→ sanji used to be a waiter alongside a sous chef, so his conversational skills are flawless. he knows exactly what to say to make your members feel listened, nods when they speak and engage in their stories

→ your mom is in love with this man. when he presented himself, he reached out his hand and when she laid hers in his, he kissed her knuckles all gentlemanly and gave a wink, and she was weak in the knees

→ you had no worries about sanji meeting your family, you knew they’d fall for his charms just as you did

→ unsurprisingly, most of his time is spent in the kitchen with the ladies, even though they tell him he can go relax elsewhere with the men. he presses that he’s fine and he’s willing to help with the preparation, as he is the chef’s cook

→ you find him minutes later wearing an apron cutting up vegetables, laughing brightly at whatever story your mother had to share

→ while he spends his time in there, the tipsy aunties spill and rant all the family’s tea, from unplanned pregnancies to cheating scandals, and sanji’s nosy ass is all in for the business, going as far as asking questions and throwing in his own opinions

→ like imagine “you’re joking! is that not her sister’s ex man?! what a low blow!” “i know right? she’s been shady as fuck.” he gasps dramatically, hand on his hip as he pauses from mincing the garlic

→ dramatic bastard

→ he offers to help set up the table as he’s used to doing it on the ship, and your mom almost feels bad for making her guest help her with everything, but he expertly holds plates in his hands as he winks, “anything for my mother-in-law, mademoiselle.”

→ he’s so used to eating last, making sure everyone’s gotten a good taste before he can sit back, so he’s taken aback when your mom slides him a plate on the counter

→ you’re rolling your eyes playfully as sanji tries to push the plate back respectfully and offers that your mom eats before he does, since she did make everything

→ “give it a rest, she’s as stubborn as you are.” you nudge your shoulder against his, and he straight up pouts, before nodding and thanking her for the meal

→ he was stunned at the outburst of flavours, not having ever tasted anything as unique as soul food in his life. he has literal hearts out of his eyes and his mother mentions warmheartedly how cartoon-like it was little does she know

→ though you underestimated sanji’s stubbornness when you caught him doing the dishes, claiming he was unloading the amount of work your mom would have to do

→ she was baffled by his kindness, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss at his temple, chanting how he was her new favorite and you teasingly scoffed at the bashful blush that crept at sanji’s face

→ your younger sister is in love with him. like, actual love. she wants to marry him and keep him in her room for the rest of her life, so she says.

→ when nobody wanted to play dollhouse with her, he felt his chest ache at the way she seemed defeated, instantly reminded by his own childhood, so he offered to play with her and she was immediately crushing

→ “sanji, i love you! be my husband!”

→ he chuckles sheepishly, “but what about your sister, darling? it wouldn’t be room nice if i left her alone.”

→ your sister pouts and has tears swelling in her eyes, and sanji is such a sucker he gets swept in by her manipulative tactics, that he leans forward on a knee and holds her hand reassuringly.

→ “how about you get older first, then we’ll talk, okay? you’re still my favorite after all.” he ruffled her hair and revelled in the way she looked away so shyly, nodding before running away

→ “i’m wounded, sanji.” you flatly spoke, a smirk on your lips as he rose to his feet, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment

→ while you laid in the living room and digested dessert, you suddenly missed the presence of your boyfriend as he was hogged by your mom all day

→ you got up and made your way to the kitchen, to which you saw sanji sat across the counter, notepad and pen in his hands as he scribbled on the paper while your mother rambled

→ “what’s going on here?” you eyed the two suspiciously, who both froze mid-action, before turning to you like a deer caught in headlights

→ they both denied that anything was happening, that they were just catching up on their lives as if that wasn’t what they’d been doing all night. you sighed, letting it slide as you beckoned him over, complaining you missed him

→ eventually the night came to an end, and everyone was bummed that he was leaving. it almost made you feel like they could care less about you ☠️

→ everyone sent sanji kisses and hugs, forcing him to come by and visit, and to bring something he made next time so they can ogle at yet another skill of his. he promised he’d blow their minds away, with a kiss at their knuckles ofc

→ your little sister was so bummed, tearing up at the door as she watched you guys get ready to leave, and sanji desperately didn’t want her to be mad with him, so he told her to turn around, and he unclasped her necklace and slipped one of his rings on her chain, before putting it back on her neck.

→ her eyes mimicked his similar heart eyes expression, dropping her teddy on the floor as sanji kissed her knuckles. you thumped him up the head and told him to hurry up so y’all could leave

→ deep down you were happy that he was getting along with your bitter baby sister you were just tired

→ your mom was the last guest to watch you off, and after hugging you goodbye, she moved onto her new favorite and hugged him too, before pulling away and holding his hands affectionately

→ “i’m so glad y/n found you. keep her happy sanji, you’re a great boy.” she had tears swelling in her eyes, and when sanji tightened the hold on her hands, you watched him with hidden admiration,

→ “i’m the lucky one, mademoiselle. i’ll do my damn hardest to give her the happy life she deserves.”

i gave up halfway leave me alone 💀

[peijizerojournal]

re: 'khaos reigns'

i have SO much to say about it lol but i'm still gathering my thoughts. all i know for sure is : even though the bar (in regards to quality of story and characterization) was on the floor, i am still, yet again, extremely disappointed !

(rant/review/spoilers below. will maybe add to this, but also maybe not. just purging some of my thoughts lol)

in a nutshell,

the way liu kang, kuai liang, cyrax, sektor and bi-han's characters were all deviously misrepresented was just appalling.

kuai liang is depicted as heartless, arrogant and temperamental. posturing as a 'grandmaster' even though he's done nothing but usurp authority by establishing a 'clan of his own' and pointing the finger at everybody but himself. lecturing cyrax about honour... pfft.

liu kang is strangely unforgiving and not very compassionate (he was literally more gracious in how he handled shang tsung/quan chi over bi-han?? like what??) not to mention his lack of urgency with dispatching of havik and rescuing geras. instead of extending some authentic benevolence to bi-han, he instead goads and chastises him after his transformation, and fails to elaborate further when they have their brief interaction regarding his hopes for a different future. the miscommunication between them -- in other words -- continues to be infuriating.

sektor doing nothing but being comically op and fawning over bi-han every three seconds is so all over the place, like they couldn't decide or couldn't find a nuanced balance in her persona (an issue with many characters, it seems...). while i thought she was the most accurately characterized out of all of these major players, her defining traits such as her obsession with the cyber initiative and boosting the lin kuei's position are not made so clear in the actual story? instead the writers chose to focus on her over-the-top, one-sided adulation toward bi-han. it makes her so hard to take seriously as a threat or as the next acting-grandmaster. another storytelling fail!

cyrax starts off the dlc defiantly, standing up for what she believes in and deciding to help the shirai ryu, yet during the rest of the story, she has no agency and just follows kuai around profusely apologizing for something she didn't even do (and kuai was relishing in that shift of power.... gross.)

and bi-han... i think that situation speaks for itself. missing chunks of the leak script and clever editing in the trailers left most of the fanbase baited and switched, and not to mention literally anything could happen next because of the lack of commitment to any of the lore and to even the timeline itself. many of the tower endings contradict much of the intro dialogue and the campaign itself. i guess by introducing alternate timelines and universes so early on, it gives the writers fair game to retcon anything and everything. which, effectively, pulvarizes any meaning for liu kang's 'new era' going forward.

i could keep ranting but, in short: 'khaos reigns' was rushed, boring, full of poor characterization and enough 'macguffins' and 'red herrings' fit for a superhero movie. so many plot holes and loose ends that weren't followed up on (like hello, what's with the hand on noob's hip? and where the hell did titan havik go at the end? was he banished? what about the kamidogu???). there were so many missed opportunities to flesh out preexisting conflicts too, and the pacing of everything from dialogue to the transitions between chapters was completely disjointed. all the characters actions were seemingly shortsighted and many of the decisions made led to nowhere and nothing really changed by the end. nobody went through any real character arc or growth, nobody knows what happened to our over-hyped 'villain of the week,' and the tower endings cancel out the dlc's true ending, essentially making all of it, and none of it, 'canonically accurate.'

it's clear whoever's writing this has no respect or insight for the source material, and is just doing whatever they want: whatever's popular, whatever sells, right? the one thing about a multiverse story is, you can keep that going forever. the possibilities are endless, and if they don't like something... it can be changed with a snap of the finger. kind of reminds me of one of supernatural's awful later seasons, or destiny 2's "shadowkeep" expansion. 'khaos reigns' comes across as a shoehorned seasonal narrative that exists solely to sell noob, cyrax and sektor and little else.

oh yeah, and the future dlc's that are sure to come.

[morganbritton132]

Idk why this popped into my brain but it occurred to me that Eddie was probably on those celebrity editions of game shows. Celebrity Jeopardy, Celebrity Who Wants to be a Millionaire, etc…

And it just made me laugh so hard. The idea of Eddie Munson with Regis. Of calling Steve as a phone a friend for a basketball question and Steve being like Eddie I don’t know everything about basketball. But the answer is Larry Bird.

Just TikTok finding clips of Eddie yelling “suck it, Dan Cortese!” after obliterating them all at final jeopardy.

This fills me with so much joy! I love it so much.

Eddie does not go on Celebrity Who Wants to be a Millionaire by choice. He pissed off the band’s manager just enough that they signed him up for it without his knowledge, and he’s not doing it. He got the letter in the mail and it’s not happening.

Eddie ‘Six Years of High School’ Munson is not going on national television and making himself look like an idiot when he doesn’t even get to be in on the joke. No way.

“Dick move, man,” Gareth shrugs after Eddie put his foot down. “Even if you fuck the first question, they’re still gonna donate to your charity of choice. And like, maybe this is just the amount of money needed to cure cancer. Or epilepsy.”

“…You fucking suck, Gareth.”

“Yeah, I do!”

Eddie begrudgingly shows up and goes through the whole rigmarole to get mic’ed up, just ready to make a fool out of himself and call it a day. It turns out that he knows a lot more than he thought he did because he breezes through the first round of questions.

He knows enough about history, music, and the arts just from planning his D&D campaigns and reading about things he likes. He’s surprised by how much surface knowledge he’s gained from listening to the kids logic their way through their science and math homework, but sports are a bust.

He gets lucky on a few questions, but ends up using his Phone a Friend to call his partner, Steve. Steve and Eddie spend the first fifteen seconds arguing about how Eddie shouldn’t have wasted his phone a friend on Steve because he doesn’t know anything. And then once he hears the question, he’s like, “Larry Bird” and hangs up.

Eddie doesn’t win a millionaire dollars for his charity, but he wins quite a bit.

Afterwards when he’s still so hyped up about not being dumb, Steve’s just like ???? “Ed, you were never dumb. You just had trouble taking tests and none of your teachers accommodated your very obvious ADHD. You’ve always been brilliant.”

“Now everybody knows it.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Yeah, they do.”

Eddie signs up for Celebrity Jeopardy himself.

One of the first things that Steve and Wayne bonded over was a love for Jeopardy. Wayne has watched Jeopardy before he left for work for as long as Eddie has known him, and Steve was more than happy to sit with him when it was on. They both continued to watched even after Steve and Eddie moved to Chicago and sometimes they’d call each other if Final Jeopardy was “crazy.”

The band wasn’t touring as much as they used too and they’re all pretty much working on their own projects at this point. Steve’s finishing up his master’s degree while teaching full time and doesn’t really have a lot of time for him. Eddie is in between projects and creatively tapped out, and worst of all, he’s bored.

So when his manager passively mentions Celebrity Jeopardy, Eddie tells him to sign him up for it. When they accept his application, the only people he tells about it are Dustin and Nancy.

He only tells them because he wants their help studying for it because he wants to win this time. So, they study and it sucks. If Eddie ever sees another world famous Nancy Wheeler flashcard again, he’ll tear off his arm. He hates every second of their study sessions.

Eddie makes it through the quarterfinals and then he makes it to the semi-finals (knocking out Dan Cortese). He doesn’t win the tournament because he bets big on a Daily Double and gets it wrong, but he’s fairly close to the lead after Final Jeopardy.

It’s not bad for a guy that failed his senior year three times.

The fun part comes when it airs. He painstakingly sets up their camcorder so Steve won’t notice it before the show starts. The video he gets has a good five minutes of Steve fussing with a blanket up until they say ‘Eddie Munson.’

Steve looks up and then looks at Eddie, and then back at the tv, “Wha- what? Is that – that’s you! You’re on Jeopardy! Eddie, you’re on – oh my god, we’ve got to call Wayne.”

Before Steve can even do that, their phone is ringing and Steve answers it like, “HE DIDN’T TELL ME EITHER!” while Eddie is laughing his ass off.

When Eddie posts a TikTok about it like, ‘LOL remember when I was on Jeopardy?’ it includes this moment. It also includes footage from the semi-finales where Steve is just pacing the living room and repeatedly telling Eddie to just tell him if he won or not. Steve cheers like he’s at a football game when Eddie wins.

It’s just as tense when the video cuts to Steve watching the finale. Steve knows the answer to the daily double that Eddie gets wrong and is like, ‘This is why they should do Jeopardy Couples, we’d win so hard.’ Steve’s not even disappointed that Eddie lost, keeping the same enthusiasm through the show and then is like, “I’m married to a Jeopardy contestant. I’m so telling Janet about this at the staff meeting tomorrow.” 

[sevenpoyo]

school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

[iid-smile]

What kind of music do you think Inumaki would listen to and like? I was thinking of like maybe 'Wave To Earth' or something. That and just stupid songs, I don't really know 😭😭

what does inumaki listen to?

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no because you might actually be right... i think he likes songs that tickle his ears, and he also likes being able to hear each instrument individually, and harmonies.

he's been a listener all his life, so it makes sense that his ears are good. i also think songs that don't have too many layers or extreme electronic sounds, and are more easy to listen to are right up his alley. what's best is songs he can whistle or hum to without struggle, because he can "sing" without saying any words.

but he also listens to some less than serious songs. minecraft parodies and well known meme songs, both ironically and unironically. sometimes he even uses them to hype him up while gaming. he doesn't mind if they're cringy or old, because he really does like the songs themselves.

inumaki's hard since he isn't given much exposure in the anime and manga + my taste in music isn't broad at all, so i did have to do a lil searching for what seems right. feel free to disagree!

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dominoes + good at breaking hearts + i've been in love + lifting you + drops , jungle (maybe the entire volcano album)

gold + daisy + nouvelle vague , wave to earth

watch me woo! + the 6th summer + dear.PLLI , PLAVE

september + pure gold , earth, wind & fire

() your bunny + antisocial , prettylittleiris

perfume + kiss + can we go back , nct dojaejung

bon apétit + hold n cold + california gurls, last friday night , katy perry

katy perry... is unexplainable. the rest of them have nice melodies, lack loud volume and bass (i think), and are overall easy on the ears! especially drops, the sound effects would genuinely make him see things; in a good way. they're so nice to listen to with headphones.

minecraft parodies (TNT, revenge, how do i craft this again?)

bling-bang-bang-born , creepy nuts

the muffin song + everybody do the flop + i like trains , tomska

theme songs (the pink panther, scooby doo, ben 10)

dance til your dead, spookily scary skeletons, coffin dance

i'm telling you right now, inumaki definitely had a crush on psycho girl when he was a kid. he swears he never listened to her ever, but in secret, he listens to all four songs. he may also indulge in a little britney spears as well. he loves iconic and silly songs, and i think all of these fall into that category!

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[astro-nomaly]

Ninjago 4th of July headcanons bc it’s the Fourth of July!! (Yes I know they wouldn’t celebrate it shut up)

Lloyd: hates how loud fireworks are, but loves how they look. He usually wears headphones and vibes by the grill or pool. When he was younger he was an absolute menace, but was usually knocked out by like 9:00 p.m

Kai: LOVES fireworks. He’s always so hyped about them he’ll spend all night setting them off. He consumes a ridiculous amount of hotdogs

Zane: my boy is working that grill. He’s putting out a constant supply of burgers and hotdogs. He has a classic “kiss the cook” apron, and Pixal takes every opportunity to do so

Cole: the fun uncle. He’s splashing around the pool with all the kids and playing games with them. He has cheesy ass boxers and all the kids adore him. He brought the speakers and provided the 90’s rock music

Jay: he’s consuming an atrocious amount of hotdogs and throwing it all up the next day. He’s also built his own fireworks and sets them off for everybody. Even Lloyd really likes them

Pixal: the one keeping everyone alive. She’s the lifeguard, she’s putting out fires, she’s making sure all the drunk people don’t fall over. The Mom Friend at her finest

Nya: she brought all the alcohol and is currently tipsy. Probably vibing by the pool getting a tan. Certified Wine Aunt

Wu: he’s sitting on the porch enjoying an actually healthy meal and chatting with other parents. Whenever a kid comes over he sneaks them some candy

Garmadon: the Dad. He has the Dad Bod, he has the Dad Jokes, he has the Dad Shorts and the crocs and beer and the punny T-Shirt. Fourth of July isn’t complete without the all-American dad, and he is filling those shoes. Lloyd is secretly extremely happy about this

Misako: also sitting on the porch drinking and eating. She’s bringing up politics, bc no 4th of July is complete without it

Arin: he LOVES fireworks, and is vibing with Kai. He’s also one of the kids playing in the pool. He RULES at Marco Polo

Sora: said that she was only tanning, got in the pool after 15 minutes. She sucks at most pool games and almost electrocuted everyone. She’s also building her own fireworks, but they’re all in the shape of cats

Riyu: having so much fun. He’s snatching food off the tables and splashing kids in the pool and generally causing mass chaos

Wyldfyre: the dog. She’s never seen a firework in her entire goddamn life and is cowering under the kitchen table. They end up having to give her anxiety meds so she doesn’t burn the place down

Honorary mention, Mr. Frohicky: he’s enjoying some peace and quiet in his own room. Everyone is causing chaos outside the monastery and he’s not going to be a part of it

To all of my American friends, have a fun and safe Independence Day! Our country might be shambles but that doesn’t mean you have to be!

Reblog with some hcs in the tags or replies :)

[jerseyshoresy]

Can I request one with either goody or hitch? Maybe even Sanger where the reader plays hockey and got into a brawl before a game and dented one of their rings and is on the warpath since their grandpa gave then the ring but they were caught offguard (the the tunnel brawl) and they go fucking feral and hitch or goody bends the ring back into shape?

(My brother stood on my hand ages ago and my ring my granddad gave me of my nanas is still bent a little and I'm still pissed)

Oh man that’s brutal about your ring!! I’m sorry to hear that happened to you, that always sucks when something you love gets messed up :( in this story, your ring gets pretty much fixed and all is well so I hope this brings a smile to your face😁 thanks for the request! I decided to write this with Hitch because I could see him taking pride in fixing something for you; I hope my dialogue for him isn’t too bad😂

Really Big Team, Really Big Ring

Slice of Life

Hitch x gn!reader

Warnings: fighting, cussing

You and the rest of your team were all geared up, sticks in hand and helmets on. You had been looking forward to this game for a long time; the last time you played this team, they were much too cocky and you blew them out of the water with your win, having scored 6 to their measly 1. You hoped to do the same thing again, but this time send them home with a big ol’ goose egg next to their name.

“You guys ready to hit the ice?” you addressed your team. You were met with roars from your teammates, each person hyped up and eager to play.

“Go get lined up in the tunnel. I’ll meet you out there.”

Everybody headed out the locker room, leaving you on your own. You looked down to your hand, spying your favorite ring as it reflected the bright overhead light. You smiled, looking at it lovingly. It was your prized possession, having received it from your beloved grandpa. You always wore it, especially before a game since you felt it brought you luck. You were about to slide it off, not being able to wear it on the ice, when all of a sudden, you heard yelling from the tunnel.

“That doesn’t sound good,” you muttered, peeking your head out. You gasped, surprised at the scene unfolding in front of you. The rival team had infiltrated your tunnel and started a brawl!

You ripped off your helmet and growled. “Not in my fuckin’ barn!”

Without hesitation, you jumped into the action, grabbing the first person you saw with your rival’s sweater. You pulled them off your teammate, your fist connecting with their nose. You wanted to know what exactly happened and why they thought taking you guys by surprise would be a good idea, but you didn’t have a chance to ask, letting your punches do all the talking instead. You were dodging flying fists as much as you could while still doling them out, wanting to finish up this mess as soon as possible. You loved a brawl as much as the next person, but in the tunnel before the game? That was just a waste of time.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop it right now!” your coach yelled, absolutely fuming. You turned to look at him, which ended up being a huge mistake; someone’s knuckles landed on your cheek and you fell to the ground, landing square on your back. You saw their flaring nostrils as they leaned over you, about to try to land more blows on you. You quickly rolled out of the way and stood up, grabbing them by the collar and delivering a strong punch to their face. Your attacker scurried away, nursing their bloody nose. You were satisfied with their reaction, grinning at the sight of their defeat, when you felt a strange sensation on your finger. You didn’t think you punched them that hard that you broke anything…

No—it was your ring!

In a flash, you ripped the ring off your finger and inspected it. Much to your chagrin, it was no longer in its natural round state, instead taking on an odd, oblong shape. You were so upset you felt like crying, your anger pouring out of you. Your treasured keepsake became ruined in the blink of an eye, all because some idiots couldn’t stand losing a few months back. You furiously shoved it into your pocket, ready to exact revenge on this team. Your rage was certainly felt by them as you tore through their members, yanking them off your own teammates and shoving them to the floor, throwing as many punches as your body could. You were seething as you held up someone else by their collar, about to unleash another round of hits when you were pulled from your aggression by another voice.

“What’s going on here?”

With the way the rival team halted, you assumed that it was their coach.

“We wanted to teach them a lesson not to mess with us,” the team’s captain said, holding a fist above your teammate.

“I don’t care what you were trying to do,” he said, sounding just as upset, if not more, than your own coach. “Get the hell back to your own locker room. Now!”

You let go of the collar of the person you were holding and they hurried away. You had never seen a team run away from a fight that fast, and considering they were the ones that started it, you let out a laugh.

“Quit laughing, L/n,” your coach told you. “Get back to the locker room. You better have an explanation by the time I get in there.”

You were about to argue that you didn’t have a clue either, but the deadly look he shot you was enough to keep you quiet for now.

“I’ve ne’er seen a brawl quite like that one,” chuckled Hitch, having shown up behind your coach sometime during the fight. “Glad I heard the commotion and ran in for a show. What’d ya do to piss ‘em off?”

“Won the last game,” you smirked, Hitch letting out another hearty laugh. Your expression quickly changed into one of deep sadness when you remembered the state of your ring, feeling the outline of it in your pocket.

“Whats goin’ on?” Hitch asked, noticing your abrupt change in attitude.

“This.” You pulled out the misshapen metal. “I didn’t have time to take it off before fighting and I… it’s…”

You couldn’t finish the sentence, not wanting to face that your ring was misshapen, probably permanently. Hitch’s face fell when he saw how distressed you were.

“Hey now, don’t be sad! Lemme give it a look.”

You passed him the ring, nervously fidgeting with your now empty finger.

“Tell me where ya got it from,” Hitch said, trying to distract you as he got to reshaping it, keeping your mind from running away from you in your anxiety.

“It was from my grandpa. It really means a lot to me, it’s my favorite ring and my good luck charm. I can’t imagine not being able to wear it anymore.”

“Well you can tell gramps he pick a good ‘un,” he said, holding up the ring and smiling proudly. “It fixed up great. Not perfect, but a helluva better than before.”

You inspected it, seeing that Hitch was indeed correct. Slipping it back on your finger, you could tell it was still bent slightly but it was wearable. More importantly, it wasn’t broken. You pulled Hitch into a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you!” you said, relief washing over you. “How did you manage to do that so well?”

“It’s a secret, m’friend,” he teased, flashing you another grin before clapping a friendly hand on your shoulder. “And if y’don’t get the game stick later for that performance, let me in there and I’ll vouch for ya.”

You laughed. “I’ll hold you to that. Wish me luck with coach.”

“You’re gonna need it.”

You waved goodbye as he sauntered back to his seat, waiting for the hockey game to start. As you walked toward the locker room, you rubbed your fingers over your ring once more, grateful you had such caring friends like Ted Hitchcock.

[pavo-ocxllus]

hi, can i please request hinata acting all flustered and lovestruck around reader, who's confused because he's not acting like himself? thank you!

𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡… 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… hinata’s “symptoms” all point to one thing—unfortunately, you’re the only one who doesn’t get it. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… shoyo hinata x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… fluff!!! 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… reader as dense is as my 6th grade density project 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… ahhhh technically my first request without an event!! tysm anon for the ask and your patience!!! i know i've been dead for a while shh

“LOOK HOW RED HE IS-!” tanaka’s laugh soon bellowed throughout the gymnasium, soon followed by a chorus of chuckles and nishinoya��s own echoing guffaw.

“i didn’t think anything could match HINATA’s hair until now!”

“i thought his hair was orange…?”

the two second years simply ignored asahi’s honest observation, continuing to make fun of their underclassman’s flustered expression.

“you sure he’s not just sick? we know how he gets with matches, and we do have a game tomorrow…” yamaguchi popped into the conversation.

“wouldn’t he turn green then?” tsukishima unhelpfully added, causing the both of them to snicker in a way that was very much so against hinata's wishes.

“oi! get your head in the game, idiot!”

“for once, volleyball-for-brains is right,” sugawara called out, grabbing everybody’s attention even with kageyama just insulting their no. 10. “let’s get back to work!”

“i didn’t think you’d be the voice of reason here,” daichi commented.

“hey! i’m vice captain for a reason!!”

it was a matter of time until his teammates started to back off, paying no mind to hinata's face—even though the red blush coating his cheeks stubbornly refused to go away.

karasuno's acclaimed boy's volleyball club recently garnered a few curious students watching from the balcony in their gym.

usually, the small gathering of people was something the middle blocker would look forward to. some people watching to boost his ego a little bit was always welcome (though it admittedly made him want to double over.)

nevertheless, this was definitely different.

the team received a new guest with a familiar group who always stopped by to watch. everybody would've acted normally, paying no mind with the occasional teasing here and there, if it weren't for the fact that hinata didn't seem so smitten.

“what’s with their no. 10?” you didn’t mean to sound rude, pointing at him and all that from your spot on the balcony, but you couldn’t help be genuinely curious. it was save to say that his reputation tended to precede him, despite being a first year. it wasn’t everyday when you see a squirt like him soar higher above the rest—though you supposed that this day wasn’t one of them.

from the moment you entered to most likely not anytime soon, the tangerine-haired boy was quite clumsy, for lack of better words. when he was the one nearing the ball, it somehow always gets disastrously out of bounds or wound up in the net. every time, you look to your friends beside you to gauge their reaction, which always appeared as a mix of "you can't be serious," and "it's always like this."

“oh, [name],” one of them laughed, attempting to cover their mouth with their hand to conceal their smile. it didn't exactly help you with uncovering this mystery.

everybody was hyping karasuno's no. 10 up so much, but you really don't see anything that lived up to that—at least not right now.

you darted your eyes between him and your friends. he was kind of cute... but what else is there to see?

you weren't complete strangers with the orange-haired boy, though you weren't exactly acquainted with each other either. there was only so much you can gather from seeing him in the halls every now and then. even so, there was still something off about his current performance.

"you sure you're not sick or something, punk?" kageyama asked after hinata missed his 3rd hit in a row, the latter suddenly receiving a chill up his spine. "'cause, oh i don't know, you should probably be at home instead of practice if you're just gonna suck even more than you do now!"

"i told you a bajillion of times already, i'm! not! sick!!"

"alright, we got it," daichi interjected, crossing his arms as he was walking towards the two. "still, it doesn't explain why you're... considerably underperforming today."

"hey!" the three of them were quick to jerk their head to the source of the sudden voice, finding you up in the balcony in a matter of seconds. hinata felt his spine shiver before opening his eyes.

and ‘lo and behold, his worst fear.

“no. 10!” ignoring your friends clamoring, probably saying ‘hey, maybe don’t call people out?’ you disregarded them. that kind of seemed like a pattern for you. "where the hell is that super fast attack everybody's talking about??"

"i think it's called a 'quick-'"

"same thing!"

"yeah, hinata," kageyama's voice gradually got darker with each syllable. "where the hell is it."

peculiar how he can make the simplest of questions sound like a demand.

"alright, alright! i swear—this time i'll get it-!"

hinata hoped that it was true—for your sake and his.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

[alshaverpressbox]

the minnesota wild as High School Musical characters

did I take this too seriously? yes. have I spent the last week thinking about this? also yes. anyway, the context: we were assigned the wildcats by a swede. @babygirlspurgeon kept tagging things with HSM lyrics. @wildaboutmnhockey created the masterpiece video of the mn wild set to getcha head in the game. so now here I am!!! this has been meticulously constructed with the help of my friend who doesn't know anything about the wild beyond what I tell her (shoutout to zoe for being balls to the wall no matter what I throw at her! who else will discuss the misc. cunt levels of the wild players with me). anyway to make this easier on ourselves we constructed a reality wherein High School Musical is being recreated on ice & instead of basketball in the plot it's hockey, so this is NOT about who's most like a character etc (though that ended up being a large part of it anyway whoops), but who could embody them best in a production of it. since the cast for HSM is not...particularly large, I was really getting down into the weeds with minor parts to fit (almost) the whole roster in here, so most everyone has their moment!!! anyway. and lastly. I am just saying that mounting this show during intermissions could maybe fix the nightmare this season has been & bring the team together. because they are. after all. all in this together.

tldr: this is basically a fancast of HSM using only the minnesota wild. I am not explaining myself any further

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Troy Bolton // Matt Boldy

look. we really had to waffle between many options for Troy and this is where we ended up. my thoughts on matt boldy have been semi-well documented at this point, so mr. white bread bimbo feels like an organic option for this role. I feel like he can really serve us some mid-range semi-insensitive high school jock realness + angst without trying too hard. plus: I feel like he'll play off Shawzy as Gabriella really well.

Gabriella Montez // Mason Shaw

for as fucking annoying as Gabriella is at points, there's an earnest authenticity there that shawzy so easily embodies. his "let's play hockey" moment from playoffs 2023........he has the emotional RANGE and will murder When There Was Me and You in cold blood. plus, much like gabriella does for troy in HSM, mason will be able to coax that emotional performance from boldy as troy with his whole do-it-for-shawzy energy. what else can be said!!! the boys love him!! so don't worry, shawzy!! you soon will be soaring. flying. and breaking free.

Sharpay Evans // Marcus Foligno

marcus foligno the man that you are. he can and WILL serve the cunt necessary to be Sharpay. he will commit body and soul to bringing this role to life, though we may have to adjust the line "evaporate, tall person" to be more appropriate. anyway. I would give SO much in this life to see moose perform Bop to the Top. who will fund this with me.

Ryan Evans // Mats Zuccarello

known funky little man mats zuccarello does SO WELL as Ryan in my mind. his dancing has been well documented so you KNOW he's gonna absolutely kill the game with those jazz squares (it's a crowd favorite! everybody loves a good jazz square), plus his affable, everyman, team-first energy is exactly what the role of ryan demands. also: the idea of him as ryan and foligno as sharpay....chef's kiss.

Chad Danforth // Ryan Hartman

hartzy...hype man for the boys...put him a series of shirts with chirpy slogans on them for my enjoyment please!!! then make him walk around with sports props for the entire production. anyway, hartzy gives me the requisite jock bro energy necessary to pull off chad's role, as well as the bitchiness needed to essentially sabotage something that is making his best buddy troy happy. plus. I'm just SAYING. given chad and ryan's dynamic in HSM2. I am eyeing him and zuccy with anticipation.

Taylor McKessie // Joel Eriksson Ek

he's going the distance. he's going for speed. he's being cast as the tenacious captain of the scholastic decathlon team. mr. september is nothing but committed to his craft and this seriousness and dedication is EXACTLY what we need for taylor. that being said, our boy jeek is up for some shenanigans given the right situation, so will he manufacture a situation to rudely disrupt the decathlon & basketball finals? but of course!!

Kelsi Nielsen // Connor Dewar

who ELSE is going to bring enough weird girl energy to the table?? I feel like dewey 2 would take this SO seriously and the role of kelsi, while at times beyond fucking annoying, demands nothing but sincerity and dedication. he wouldn't be able to NOT take this seriously. this man has also stated that he would be a writer if not for hockey, so we can really get some method acting up in this bitch. essentially: put a bowler hat on that beast and watch him go.

Ms. Darbus // Marc-Andre Fleury

this role had to be rotated in my mind a lot before settling on a casting choice. I mean, goalies are weird, and I feel like flower would bring jussssst enough bizarro energy that would perfectly drive a middle-aged thespian who, for some reason, allowed a high school student to write and mount a musical that seems to make little to no sense. maybe it's all part of a large prank. who knows.

Coach Bolton // Jake Middleton

I can't pretend this is anything other than typecasting, I'm so sorry. I can't look at middsy without being reminded of the dad from Inside Out, plus "the mustache is saying pushing 50" according to my friend. I can also perfectly envision middsy yelling WHAT ARE THOSE TWO DOING IN A TREE with great dedication, so. assigned dilf at HSM casting

Lucille Bolton // Jared Spurgeon

does spurge deserve a larger role? maybe. possibly. probably. but look: once we cast middsy as troy's dad, spurgeon was quick to follow as troy's mom. who are we to fight the natural sexual chemistry of these two? anyway. assigned milf at HSM casting

Jason Cross // Brandon Duhaime

typecast as dumb jock from a team of jocks. what does that say about you, mr. duhaime??? anyway, dewey 1 is really going to deliver on the clueless but loyal bro vibes here. as a bonus. a very IMPORTANT bonus. I have to note that at the end of All in this Together jason is the one to remove kelsi's bowler hat and help her shoot a basket in a VERY flirtatious manner. and I AM all about putting the deweys in that situation, so help me god.

Zeke Baylor // Frédérick Gaudreau

he IS a sweetheart!!!!! a sweetheart!!!!! someday you WILL make the perfect crème brûlée, freddy!!! & your boys will love you for it!!!!

Martha Cox // Brock Faber

the glasses are giving nerd. and then THIS is giving pop and lock and jam and break.

Skater Who Plays the Cello // Jon Merrill

do I need to explain this one????? c'mon. he's so believable as a skater kid and ALSO as someone who plays the cello. the duality of man is contained in jonny "vibes" merrill.

(tbc)

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Another OJV friendship that is my fav is Kenny and Kyle, I was wondering if you wanted to talk about them because I live for your Headcannons and tumblr extras 🤓

I ALSO live for the headcanons and tumblr extras and OK ORANGEJUICEVERSE KENNY AND KYLE LETS GOOOOOO!!!

So like, Kenny is EASILY styles closest friend other than each other. And OJV Ken is pretty much everyone’s go-to, like Stan running to him when he feels like he fucked up, Marj and Cartman knowing Kenny’s down with a scheme, but it’s a little different with Kyle.

Kyle is 100% the mom friend of the group. And the WHOLE REASON he’s like that with everybody is because growing up, he was the one to jump in as the voice of reason (especially when the Disaster Duo gets goin) and always took care of his people. And who needs taken care of the most? Kenny.

Kyle is CONSTANTLY scolding him for not taking care of himself, doing crazy shit, yes he’s amused by a lot of the antics, but when the logic takes the forefront, he’s all Sheila mode “DR PEPPER DOESNT COUNT AS WATER ESPECIALLY IF YOURE GOING TO A BLOOD DRIVE” “aw it’s fine Ky I got it covered” “no,” *throws a water bottle at him* “I’ve got YOU covered”

Kyle’s super supportive of Kenny’s career, too. That’s not only his bestie but also his metaphorical son. He is SO hyping up every new painting and sculpture, the first person Ken shows new work to bc not only is it gonna be a confidence boost, but Kyle will also have suggestions when he’s stuck.

Kenny, our darling chaotic comic relief friend who hides his own issues behind a grin and a joke and a guardian angel complex, is VERY protective of Kyle. Nearly as much as Stan is. OJV Kenny is a LITTLE GUY, even shorter than Kyle is, but he’s POWERFUL and has every creative solution to get the gang out of a bind, and he’s really friendly with everyone he meets, and people automatically open up to him. On top of that, he is REALLY good at reading people. Kenny’s super perceptive. He sees when someone in his found family has something going on, even before they say something. Ken was the first to be suspicious of what was going on with Ky in high school, brought it up to Stan, who said “I know dude. He’s stressed as shit but I don’t want to piss him off by telling him to relax”, like Kenny does people EXPERTLY; at 14 he knew it wasn’t his place to stage an ed intervention and knew he had to wait for Kyle to hit the point where he either hit rock bottom or came forward on his own.

On the note of Kenny’s emotional intelligence, I mean, come on. Artists in particular see creative solutions to problems, read the energy around us. And Kenny… oh my GOD that boy is a force to be reckoned with in strategy. Which is WHY he and Kyle are BANNED from teaming up in any game. They’re too powerful together. Poker? Fuckin forget about it those two are DESTROYING EVERYONE they are way too smart and between Kyle’s own abundant perceptiveness and Kenny’s people skills they’re not fucking around lmfao. I also find it extremely iconic that while both Ken and Stan are super smart, you put them together and they are sharing a singular brain cell, doing the dumbest shit, and Kyle is RIGHT THERE telling them off for it.

Kenny is so so incredibly thoughtful though too. He is absolutely the person you want to go to if you need a shoulder to cry on, and Kyle, who is the other person in the gang who gets relied on emotionally a lot, does go to him.

Thank u for the ask man live laugh love orange juice

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I hate to be that guy. But as I was pissing on the clock as usual, I had another fandom related thought. I’m typing this into a Word document because having tumblr opened on my screen, which everybody can see, would be a bad look – if that helps…?

I thought about that “I can’t believe it either. I’m pretty sure I died” line. So I started thinking about Kyouko’s survival in DR3 again.

This isn’t something people really argue about anymore. It’s been a while. But back then, I remember a lot of people arguing that it was bullshit, because, most importantly, if Hajime’s waifu died, then Makoto’s could die too! There was also an unwillingness to read between the lines and understand what the writers were implying. Thus, I remember writing about my feelings that for Kyouko, the Smart Girl Character who Historically Didn’t Sacrifice Herself Easily, it made a lot more sense to have planned a mysterious and yet efficient option to save herself, than it did for her to let herself die or sacrifice herself for Makoto’s sake. In fact, “psych, I’m playing with death by having an out” was already established in Kyouko’s writing in DR1.

This has all already been said at some point. But one thought crossed my mind today, and something I already wrote just above might indicate to you what it is…

I don’t think this conversation would have looked the same if Kyouko had been a guy.

Of course, there would always have been people who insisted it was bullshit – either because they genuinely didn’t like it or because they were part of that group who refuses to give writers a chance to think outside the box. But something that was nearly, if not fully absent from the conversation, and would have been everywhere had Kyouko been the Smart Boy Character instead, is “whaAaaAAT? What is he doing here?! How did he do this? Oh my God, he’s such a smart genius, controlling the game. Of course he would find a way to stay 😭 Give me an hour I’m updating my character essay”

And I know it’ll be hard to convince someone who didn’t like that plot point that it could have gone this way, but the entire way it was set up would, in my opinion, have been received with hype had it been a genius-boy type of character. Less people could have argued that “the narrative just saved him” because everyone would have recognised immediately that Oh, He Is The Smart Character, Whose Deal Is Being Really Smart. My argument that “of course Kyouko would think ahead and play the plot” wouldn’t have been rare. People would have heard Mikan try to say something, seen him appear, and be surprised but amazed that he outwit us all.

Most importantly, he would have been saved from being relegated to the role of “waifu who died for drama points”. Much of that conversation was about her role as Makoto’s – and possibly some fans’ – waifu, and how Danganronpa has established killing waifus dramatically with Chiaki. Well, don’t we love Kyouko? It would be so dramatic for Makoto if she died! And so interesting! (And such a meme for her fans to share with Chiaki's !)

…But she’s her own character. You don’t need to fridge her for Makoto to better become a powerful hero. The plot is that Kyouko, the Mysterious Smart Girl character, took a fucking chance. If a Mysterious Smart Boy character, and you know they exist, had done the exact same thing, the reception would have been : “hell yeah. He saved himself and will continue to live his life.” Not “ugh, Makoto gets everything he wants”.

Kyouko was going to stay Kyouko. She did play the role of deceased loved one that Makoto had to grieve. This happened in the show, as everyone believed she was dead. But she’s not a side character the writers could sacrifice easily for plot convenience. In my opinion, the story being told was, at least, an attempt at being loyal to her characterisation. And I respect that a lot more than killing off a strong character in your story for no, ultimately, good narrative reason.