#everyone say thank you anon!!

[deathnguts]

I agree with you but I also see Tiffany and Chucky as Bartylue variants. Who do you see in the scary movie franchise as Bartylus, besides Billy and Stu!

I’m gonna be so real and honest with you, the Tiffany and Chucky post was originally Bartylus but then I was like ‘no, no one’s gonna see it and they’re all gonna say rosekiller 😔’ so you definitely get it like no else anon

As for other other couple besides Billy and Stu (because I will fight until I die that that’s Bartylus and not just rosekiller, Barty is too Stu coded for it not to be), I don’t really watch anything but horror movies so I could definitely name a few! (Though I watch a lot of cheesy slashers that don’t really have a lot of characters so this is really just a fight to remember anything I’ve seen that has romance in it lmao)

Number one, and kind of not related to brief but still important to me, I can definitely see Barty as Harry Warden from My Bloody Valentine (the og or the remake honestly, the only time both were good) ((also an underrated fave of mine <3)) With how (spoilers) the killer actually isn’t Harry and is just one of the mc’s who got like a Harry Warden DID alter and started killing people and then forgot he did and was just as panicked as everyone else is very him post imperio to me. ‘Harry’ doesn’t really have a love interest in the movie, but the mc pretending to be him is in a love triangle with the final girl and another guy so you could view that as like the Bartylus vs Jegulus thing everyone enjoys so much (but Bartylus sadly loses at the end if you view it that way because they do not kiss 😔😔)

And for an actual couple I have to bring up the older couple from Dolls as an even more niche pick. That movie’s about a little girl and her family who hates her and a few other people staying at an old couple’s house for the night because of a storm and their house is filled with hundreds of dolls that are (surprise) alive and start killing people but they spare the little girl and this other guy that was helping her because of like the power of your inner child or whatever and the older couple are pretty much all the dolls’ parents and the movie ends with the little girl genuinely loving the dolls and the couple a lot and wanting to see them again soon and the couple smiles at her and tells her she’s always welcome and like fucking tell me that isn’t Bartylus when they’re older cmon now!!

Ugh and then I couldn’t just not mention Eyes Without A Face, because oml Christianne is beyond regulus coded. Her father is a surgeon who gets her into a car accident that ruins her face so he kidnaps girls to surgically remove their faces and try to give her a new one but he had to frame her death for it so they could get away with the murders and stuff, but she has no hope at all that the surgeries will work and says multiple times she’s terrified of herself and just wants to die. Also she has a fiancé that thinks she’s dead that she calls to just hear his voice because if she spoke over the line he’d know she was alive, so she literally just stays silent on the line until he hangs up. Until one day she whispers his name literally once and he recognizes her immediately and goes to the police proclaiming she’s alive and TELL ME THATS NOT THEM BECAUSE IF YOU DO YOURE LYING.

And this one’s not a movie but the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Gothic Horror Musical is one of my favorite musicals ever and I would be willing ti argue that Barty could be seen as both Jekyll (brilliant scientist that’s seen as a delusional, sinful visionary) and Hyde (genuinely off putting and creepy man who lives for only what he desires and doesn’t know shame but does know vindication) AND I could further argue that Regulus could be seen as both Emma (Jekyll’s fiancé who’s father is the judge that ruled his research inhumane and didn’t allow him a human test subject for it, which she she feels awful about since she knows how much it matter to her soon to be husband, also there’s a whole song about the town’s opinion on their marriage and pretty much everyone agrees that Emma marrying a doctor like Jekyll rather than an heir is naive and shameful on her part, probably how the pureblood society would view Bartylus tbh) and Lucy (the hooker that Hyde is attracted to and seeks out almost immediately upon gaining control of the body he shares with Hyde, she has a whole song about how she views men as a past time and pretty much a snack to hold her over in life and that feels akin to how regulus views people to me) so I think it’s perfect because like two halves that aren’t supposed to match, yet both halves love each other?? Just say you’re meant to be and just say you’re Bartylus at that point.

And while we’re on the subject of horror but not movies because I got off track, let’s stay off track and let me bring up Victor Frankenstein and Robert Walton. I’m convinced they’re the og toxic yaoi. And they’re Bartylus because: do I have to explain how regulus is Frankenstein? (They’re frail Victorian boys with practically delusional ideals for the work that they’ve admired their whole lives and then threw themselves into only ti discover they were misinformed and then send themselves into their own demise trying to prove their original ideals through an impossible mission, also they’re dramatically tortured poets who are gay as hell) and then Barty as Walton, I will defend to you now. Walton is a an explorer, he’s a free spirit who wants to find something new and above that he just wants to be out there searching. He’s implied to be wealthy yet doesn’t have a family besides his sister which is strange for the time, meaning he actively chose a different life style that most higher class people look down upon. Tell me that’s not Barty in that setting. And then you bring in when Walton meets Frankenstein and he practically falls in love at first sight? He’s tending to this complete stranger just to hear him speak, then gushes to his sister about how he’s tragically beautiful and he speaks so eloquently and he wishes he could just soothe all his problems and take that suffering from him but in the end there’s nothing he can do and Frankenstein dies cold no matter how hard Walton tried to warm him (just like canon compliant Bartylus with their school years and then regulus dying at seventeen)

And speaking of Barty paralleling sailors, let’s talk Sweeney Todd. Saying Mrs. Lovette and Todd are Bartylus is wrong because Todd doesn’t loved her back and unrequited bartylus is tired. Yknow what isn’t tired? Fairytale, angst with a happy ending, sweet, non toxic Bartylus! And yknow which couple has that? Joanna and Anthony! Joanna as regulus (the locked away beauty with a ghostly aura of tragedy practically bred into their flesh) and Anthony as Barty (another sailor who takes one look at their soulmate and their breath is taken away, only Anthony succeeds in saving Joanna and they make it out alive this time.)

And I can only fit one more picture so let’s come out of left field and throw in a horror game. Resident Evil: Village, you love to see it in the year 2024. Karl Heisenberg and Donna Beneviento are my favorite characters from the game because Donna’s mechanics are the best and Karl’s voice actor is awesome but here’s why they’re Bartylus (also I should mention that I don’t subscribe to idea that they’re siblings obviously, they were just kidnapped by the same cult which is not the same thing like some people seem to think??) so Regulus is Donna because come on, creepy doll maker in the hills/woods that wears all black and shrouds their face behind a veil and has extreme,h concerning experimental horrors in the basement of their creepy cottage? That’s literally him, what are you talking about. And then Karl as Barty makes sense to me because they’re both vulgar and brash, but incredibly intelligent and forward thinking in their schemes and also a core part of both their characters is disobeying their father/‘mother.’ And as for why they’re Bartylus since they don’t even talk in canon, I ship Donna and Karl anyway and their fics on ao3 read very bartylus to me.

And yeah that’s it because I’m out of photos. Thank you so much for this ask, it was really thoughtful and cool to explore! I hope your satisfied with the outcome of your question lol

[shouyuus]

okay…okay TRULY SORRY (am not) for adding onto shirtless sleeper hc once again buuut roommate!Vi waking up hours after the encounter to an empty apartment and a lightbulb-bright idea — it’s been sooo long since she’s made you blush this hard and worried she’s been losing the knack of it, but now it’s like you’ve given her a whole new arsenal of ideas to turn you pretty pink

cue to you running into a various degrees of undressed vi in your apartment in the upcoming weeks (all instances paired with grinning, half-assed excused like ‘i just got out of the shower, i running was hot, i just got a new tattoo, i needed to check my form etc etc)

(pls everyone put ur hands together for our lord and savior the shirtless sleeper anon -- they're single-handedly feeding us all)

18+, mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

college roommate!vi who walks out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind her, a tiny pink-stained towel wrapped around her waist (it's so low it's seconds from falling off), oh so casually bumping into you in the hallway, her hair still damp and trickling water down her neck and the tattoo snaking up her shoulder, her skin gleaming with steam --

"oops, sorry princess -- forgot to bring a shirt into the shower --"

but makes no move to cover her tits. you jerk your eyes up to her face, your own cheeks burning.

"n-no sorry i -- uh, i came back from study group a bit earlier than i thought it would uhm -- i should've texted or something --"

"no biggie, princess. so, did study group go well? you were complaining about some asshole last week who --"

but you really can't focus bc did she change her nipple piercings out? those don't look like the same ones from --

"hello? earth to pretty girl?"

"uhhhhh -- sorry?"

vi has the audacity to smirk as you blink rapidly, swallowing hard, finally looking back up at her.

"i just asked you a question, sweetness. gonna answer me or...?" her eyes flicker down to her own tits.

you feel the inexplicable urge to slam your face into the hallway wall.

"sorry uhm i just remembered i've got -- an assignment that i -- sorry --" you push passed her, shouldering into your room and slamming the door, pressing your back to it the moment it's closed and sliding down to the floor. faintly, you hear the sound of vi's little chuckle as she walks into her own room, but you never hear the door close. a second later, loud rock music starts blasting and you let out a long breath.

barely three days later, you find college roommate!vi lounging on the living room sofa with a vape and what looks like fresh black boxers, the white waistband accentuating the muscles of her abs, her eyes a little hazy as you walk in and nearly drop your books at the sight.

"hey sweets -- can you do me a favor and grab that charger cord?"

you stare for a few seconds before glancing at the white usb-c cord not even a foot away on the dining table. gingerly, you reach over and hand it to her, trying very hard not to look down at her chest, at the way her nipple rings catch the dim light when she breathes in and out.

she lets a puff of smoke wreathe out from her lips, sucking in through her nose.

"mm -- thanks cupcake. this thing was getting low."

"r-right..." you press your thumbs into your workbook, the plastic cover crinkling beneath your touch; you glance up at the cracked window before letting your eyes wander back to vi, still sitting half-naked on the couch, "uh... is the fan broken? or..."

"huh? nah -- i just always run hot. y'don't mind, do you, sweets?"

you chew on your lower lip for a second before shaking your head and making your way across the room.

"it's -- it's fine. just -- uhm -- just close the window after you're done, okay?"

vi catches you eye and winks, letting out another thin stream of smoke from between her lips. and, not for the first time, you wonder how they'd taste, if they'd be soft enough to kiss.

and then not even a week after that, you catch college roommate!vi working out in her room, but at least she's got a sports bra on this time, the only thing is, she leaves her door wide opened, whereas before, she'd at least close it enough to only leave a sliver.

you catch yourself pausing at the sight, at the flex of her forearms as she curls a set of bright pink weights, at the thick tug muscle in her shoulders and back as she puffs out a breath, sweat slicking down the long expanse of her back tattoo.

you swallow.

"might wanna take a picture. heard they last longer."

you squeak, jumping back only for your back to hit the tv stand behind you, nearly knocking it sideways. you reach out to steady it, turning around to find vi watching you with a smirk the size of texas slung across her lips.

"i -- i was just --" you flounder for something to say -- you'd wanted to ask her something, what was it? "a few friends and i are going out tonight -- uhm... i was wondering if -- if you wanted to come with us?"

vi finishes her last rep, setting down the weights. you feel yourself hiss out a breath you hadn't even remembered holding. your head feels light as she makes her way over to you, leaning up against the doorframe with an easy grin.

"sure. but on one condition."

you frown, blinking up at her storm-gray eyes. but in the halfway light of your shared apartment, you could swear that just sometimes, they look like the palest shade of blue.

"what... condition?"

she cocks her head, making no move to hide the way her eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back up again.

"don't let anyone else make you blush like that tonight, hm?"

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[wolfchans]

Eat! Eat, it’s okay! You eat! YOU EAT! ↳ 6 / ∞

[aprito]

sai attempts to update the gang on the latest team 7 + friends conspiracy theories

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

"You were always surprised at how well she was able to connect with any piece and make it her own, with every flourish of her baton and wave of her hands, it was as if she was the one composing the musical masterpiece herself."

-The Lark Ascending

A very, very special thank you to the very brilliant art anon who created the conductor!Agatha of my dreams! You're so beyond talented, and I'm so honored you made this. Truly, thank you <3

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[bonefall]

i think people are calling for a mass extinction event not because disabled people bad/ugly, but because the amount of incest happening is genuinely horrific. that, as well as to a massive amount of cats that bear no significance. if we were talking about a real situation occurring in real life, no one in their right mind would be suggesting this, but this is just the quick and easy way to do it in the context of the books. besides, any method to try to fix this problem is never going to be implemented by the erins because they don't care

This is a call for a mass extinction event because of the inbreeding and this is what I'm talking about. No, they're not just saying there should be a cutback on unneeded background characters. Asks like yours are a major reason why I am collecting screenshots for a folder.

Do not clown around and try to convince me that I'm not seeing what is clear as day. I'm not talking about people who want a mass extinction event because they want less background nobodies, or because it would be an interesting plot. I'm talking about people who respond to MOONPAW's EXISTENCE with "we need to kill most of ThunderClan"

And by the way, killing off a bunch of cats for a "mass extinction" is the exact OPPOSITE of what would fix this problem. You want to mass slaughter random characters so the pool is even SMALLER than it was when we started?? You want us to go back to the beginning of these problems in TPB, when ThunderClan only introduced four female kits who lived to adulthood who could mother the next generation??? THINK.

(Sorreltail, Ferncloud, Sandstorm, Brightheart)

Why is the vastly more common response "KILL THE ICKY" and not "USE THE BRAND NEW LAW THAT ALLOWS CROSS-CLAN MATE MIGRATION" hmmmmmmmmm????

We need to back up, too. Why do YOU think the amount of incest happening is genuinely horrific? Because what this "deformed icky inbred moonpaw" discourse has taught me is that we seem to have VERY different reasons for reaching our conclusions.

I think it is genuinely horrific because this series with a theme about "legacy" should have better rules about what counts as immediate family, the careless Erins prevent their newcoming cats like Stormcloud and Fernstripe from having time in the spotlight, and clan culture's extreme social control over the lives of the cast is cultlike and needs to be addressed as a harmful thing. OTHERS seem to think it is "genuinely horrific" because ThunderClan might have ugly disabled kids. We are not the same.

[qksxzo]

Levi on a blind date pls 🙏🏻

i had tew much fun writing this. unfortunately, i do think there will be a part two��� but that’s up for you to decide. 

so embarrassing  /  levi x reader

wc: 3.4k

levi was tired. 

“oh come on levi, i really think you’ll like yn!” hanji exclaims. 

“i’m not going on a shitty blind date just because you think i’ll like your friend,” he mutters, taking a sip of his tea while sending a glare her way. 

“you don’t know it’s going to be shitty,” the brunette says, trying to be convincing in such a way that she thinks just might work, “plus, i’ll even pay for your dinner!” 

“why are you talking to me like you’re trying to meet a quota?” he raises a brow before dismissing her, “it’s not happening.” 

hanji whines dejectedly, her body deflating in such a way that makes levi want to scoff. instead, he opts to take another sip of his tea. 

“okay… well if me not paying for your meal isn’t enough for you to say yes, how about we make a deal?” 

levi wants so badly for her to just leave him the hell alone, but he can’t help that his curiosity is piqued with how hard she’s trying to sell this.

“i’m listening.” 

“yay!” she yells before murmuring, “except… i didn’t really think this through.” 

“you want to make a shitty deal but you don’t even know what it is,” levi inquires, “you’re beyond saving.” 

“ouch! anyways though, it was going to be something along the lines of if it goes terribly then i am forever in your debt and also you get one favor from me redeemable at anytime no matter how inconvenient for me. as for the second…” 

“let me guess, it goes well and you get bragging rights or… whatever your deranged and deluded mind comes up with.”

“precisely! you’re so smart, levi!” 

“spare me,” he mutters, “but fine, not that i need any favors from you. don’t go thinking it’s going to be a whole thing.” 

at least he’ll get a free meal and maybe a good conversation. not that he was the best at conversations anyways.

“oh wonderful! i set you up a reservation tonight at six! it’s fancy, so wear something classy.”

his eye twitches with a vengeance because of course she already made a reservation. 

unbelievable. 

“i’m going to beat your ass when this is over.” 

“oh, i don’t know about that one, yn’s hot.” hanji grins, wiggling her eyebrows.

levi rolls his eyes, “eat shit.” 

dressed in a black suit with a black silk undershirt, levi waits for you outside of the restaurant, an upper class italian fusion place that had him wondering how the hell his idiot friend could afford such an extravagant restaurant. 

he leaned against the wall beside him, checking his phone to see the time was 5:55pm. hanji had insisted on him getting there early and he has no doubts she hounded you as well with all her talk of, “places like this don’t mess around! both people have to be there and on TIME!” 

he hears heels coming towards him, but figures it’s just another patron walking inside before he sees two black heels stop in front of him, “excuse me, are you levi?” 

he freezes slightly before looking up from his phone to drag his eyes up your figure, meeting your gaze in a way that has him feeling significantly warmer. 

damn. that’s all he thinks before he recovers the best he can, “yeah. you yn?”

your lips twitch. “that’s me. i would say i’m glad not to be catfished, but it’s not like i saw a picture of you beforehand.” 

he can’t help the slight chuckle that arises. “well, glad we’re on the same boat there.” 

you let out a quiet laugh before you pull your phone out, and he eyes your manicured nails as you check the time, placing your nail just underneath the numbers that read 5:58pm, “good thing we were on the same boat about timing as well. should we head in?” 

“yeah, we should.” he pushes off from the wall before walking with you and opening the door. “after you.” 

the way you hold your gaze on him as you thank him before entering is not lost on levi, and he quickly unbuttons the top of his shirt to relieve the tight feeling in his throat.

 hanji was full of shit when she said you were hot. you were absolutely breathtaking.

“i’ll just do a paloma, please,” you say to the waitress, “and a water as well, no ice.” 

“of course, miss,” the blonde haired woman who had introduced herself as annie nodded, turning her head to look at the male across from you, “and for you, sir?” 

“an old fashioned, please. neat.” 

“perfect. i’ll get your drinks in right away then.” 

“i don’t think i’ve met someone who drinks a neat old fashioned.” you claimed, resting your chin in your palm. 

“i’ve always preferred my drinks that way, i hate watered down alcohol,” he admits. “do you usually get fruitier drinks?” 

you shrug, “honestly, i take a gamble everytime, i don’t like sticking to one thing.” 

he raises a brow, “that’s a bold move when it comes to alcohol.” 

you laugh, “i don’t drink often so i guess it’s my way of trying everything,” you pause slightly with a slight smile, “i actually played it safe today. paloma’s are one of my favorites.”

he tries so hard not to stare, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s avoiding your gaze. he’s never been intimidated like this, people don’t usually make him this uneasy… but there’s immediately something about you that makes him nervous. then, as if all your talk of drinks spoke them into existence, annie comes back with your drinks at a meticulous speed. 

you both thank her, after which she asks if you would like to start your meal with an appetizer, to which you both hastily decide on the oysters and grilled octopus. she takes her leave once again and you take a sip of your drink, making a pleased sound through your closed lips. 

“so, how did four-eyes convince you to show up?” he can’t help it, he’s curious- even more curious on how hanji is friends with someone like you. 

“well, i was fully intending to deny her until the end of time, but… i don’t know, maybe i���d call it an instinct,” you answer, “though, the free food was a pretty big plus for me. you?” 

he can’t help but feel at a loss, and he pauses for a moment before willing himself to speak, careful with how he chooses his next words (something that he usually never cares about), “yeah, an instinct is what i’d call it too.” 

he doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up, and this is the first time he’s seen you give him a full smile. jesus, how the fuck did hanji find you? 

“so, levi,” you lean back with your arms folded, “cats or dogs.” 

he blinks. “can’t say i’m privy to either.” 

you nod, “too much for you?” 

“too filthy,” he answers, “in terms of cleanliness, i would prefer a cat, though.” 

the corner of your mouth twitches up, and he feels like he’s playing the price is right or some shit like that with the way he wants to impress you. 

he thinks you’re pleased with his answer as you respond, “i prefer cats too. dogs have a smell, it makes me feel gritty. i’m assuming you’re big on cleanliness then?” 

he nods, “i don't tolerant dirty surroundings.”

“ah.” you say before covering your mouth with a discreet giggle, and he can’t help the frown that settles on his face. 

“something funny?”

“not at all,” you waved your arms in an x-like motion while shaking your head. “it’s just that’s the only thing hanji told me about you.” 

he scoffs, leaning back in his seat to fold his arms, “of course she did. she’s the messiest pig i know.” 

he should really tone down the abrasiveness, he thinks, but you don’t seem to mind as you let out a laugh. “she does seem to leave a tornado behind her everywhere she goes.”

levi chuckles, and you ask him another question. “now i’m curious about what she’s told you about me.”

oh. 

well. 

“she said you’re nice.” he pauses, looking at the table before meeting your eyes again. “and that you’re hot.” 

you cover your face with your hand, trying to hide the blush of embarrassment that paints itself that brushes across your cheeks. “ah, that sounds like her.” 

he swallows, maybe he shouldn’t have said that… whatever, it’s not like he really said anything wrong. before he can think too much more, annie approaches with your appetizers, placing them on the small table with a practiced ease. “have you had a chance to decide on your main courses?” 

levi decides on the smoked salmon, not recognizing half of the things that were on the menu, while you order the mezzelune. annie tells you both the main courses will be brought out upon the finishing of your appetizers, to which you both nod in agreement. 

he notices you don’t say anything after annie leaves. “are you embarrassed?” 

you shrug, seemingly more shy now, yet still exuding the confidence you’ve shown as you cut off a piece of octopus. “well, i think she could’ve at least told you something about me personally.” 

“well, now’s your chance.” 

“hmm…” you place your hands in your lap, looking up in thought, trying to think of something that would make you seem cool in front of possibly the hottest guy you’ve ever been on a date with, “i dj sometimes.” 

levi’s eyebrows raise. “like at kids birthday parties?” 

“clubs,” you grin, “you know heavenly?” 

“i’ve heard of it,” taking a bite of the octopus on his plate, he thinks he puts two and two together when he asks you, “is that where you met hanji?”

you look at him surprised. “yes, actually. how’d you know?”

“levi, i just met the coolest bitch i’ve ever met like, ever,” hanji slurs over the phone, “you need to come to heavenly with meeeeeee.” 

“levi, this is erwin. hanji just spilled her drink all over the dj’s setup. please come pick us up.”

“just a hunch,” he says. “so, you don’t drink a lot, but you play at clubs?” 

you giggle, reaching over to grab an oyster just as he does, your hands barely grazing, “that seems to be the case… you should stop by the next time i decide to play.” 

“you sure you won’t get nervous?” he asks this mainly to tease you, but his voice hides any sort of flirtation. 

you seem to catch on, though. 

“i don’t get nervous,” you bluff, eyes locking onto his before you look down at the oyster sitting on your plate, “it’s been a long time since i’ve had these… eat one with me?” 

he nods, picking his up, and the two of you lean your heads back to let the oyster slide down your throats. 

the rest of the night is one for the books for levi, seeing as, when the food comes out, you both have to remember to eat in the midst of your conversation. you don’t seem to mind his sarcastic humor.  in fact, it seems you adopt that humor too as you respond to him. he doesn’t think he’s had a date go this smoothly, let alone a blind one (in which case, this is his first blind date but you get the idea, right?). it’s rare for levi to go out like this, especially with someone as radiant as you. he truly thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s laid eyes on. not only that, but your intellect, your wit, the way you carry yourself… 

you’re completely his type. 

at this point, long after the both of you finish your meals, he has you giggling, albeit a little bit drunkly. 

“this is going to be so embarrassing if you’re not even slightly drunk right now.” you say, leaning your cheek into your palm, face hot as you look at the piercing man in front of you. 

he’s not, but he assures you the alcohol is doing it’s job- and he’s not completely lying. he does notice that his body feels significantly… warmer. “yeah, i’m feeling it too right now.” 

you smile, “you’re lying, but it’s ok, i’ll let it slide.” 

“oh yeah? how generous of you.” he chuckles dryly, hooking his finger around his collar to let his neck breathe. 

“i know, right,” you say before shifting your gaze, “sorry for being such a lightweight.”

“don’t apologize,” he says, tentatively placing a warm hand on top of yours, “i’m still enjoying myself.” 

he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the lighting, but your face reddens tenfold at his comment as you quickly flit your eyes from where his hand rests on yours and back up to his eyes. “i’m glad i’m not the only one.” 

god, if you keep looking at me like that i don’t know what i’ll do, he thinks before leaning forward in his chair, “you wanna get out of here?” 

Break here 

after the two of you get the bill situated thanks to hanji’s generosity (and possibly a hint of desperation?), he offers to walk you home after you tell him you live only a few blocks away. you shake your head and tell him he really doesn’t have to but he cuts you off with a swoonworthy, “i want to.” 

he didn’t want to seem like a creep offering, but he would never be able to forgive himself if he just let you walk away. you seemed to be more sober now- not that you had been all that drunk in the first place, but the flush on your face seemed to erase itself the more you walked with him. the two of you walk in a comfortable silence, the brisk fall air surrounding you both. like clockwork, you start to shiver, crossing your hands to rub your elbows, “bad day to wear something sleeveless.” 

it’s seriously like the universe was setting him up, and he immediately takes off the blazer of his suit to wrap around you, “it’s not the best but it should keep you warmer than that.” 

you blush, oh my god it smells like him… get a grip, right now. “thank you, levi.” 

“don’t mention it.” he waves you off, placing his hands into his pockets as he walks next to you, “your feet must be freezing.” 

you chuckle, looking down at the cold leather of your heels, “just a little bit. lucky for me, we’re almost there.” 

he nods, noticing the way his heart twinges at the thought of having to say goodbye to you so early. though, that twinge is quickly overshadowed when he feels your pinky reach from underneath his jacket to touch his wrist in a ghostlike manner, like you were testing the waters to see if he’d bite. 

his hand slowly unsheathes from his pocket to meet your cold one, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand at a futile attempt to bring some life back to it, “holding my hand already?” 

“you don’t seem to mind,” you tease, “if it helps you feel better, it’s just a couple places down.” 

“tch, you’re acting as if i would hold your hand out of pity.”

you laugh, “well, i’m glad you’re not then!” 

he continues to hold your hand as you lead him up the steps, not letting go even as you turn around. he eyes the building with a raised brow, “so if i start djing do you think i’ll be able to afford something like this?” 

you grin, “maybe if you try hard enough you’ll be able to afford multiple.” 

he gives you another dry chuckle, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “i guess i’ll need to practice then.” 

“indeed.” you giggle, welcoming the warmth of his hand as it grazes your face before he drops it to his side, “i had a really good time tonight, levi.” 

he doesn’t know why he avoids your gaze at first, but he nods, “i did too, yn.” 

is it bad how bad i want to kiss him right now, you shake your head internally, hell no, you’re going to scare him off. what happened to no kissing on the first date? did all that go out the window just because he’s hot- 

“well, i should get going,” you say, trying to hide the conflict in your voice, “let’s do this again?” 

he nods, “i’d like that.” 

the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and he so badly wants to kiss you, especially with the way your eyes flick down to look at his lips before you look back at him and smile.

“well, i guess i’ll see you then.”

he almost pouts when you remove his jacket from your shoulders, handing it to him with the same small smile you’ve had. he takes it with one hand resting it on his side as you turn around to type your code in. 

fuck it.

 “hey.” 

you turn around quizzically, “yeah-”

suddenly, you’re gently pressed against your door, a strong hand around your waist and warm minty breath tickling your face, his cobalt eyes staring fiercely into yours. you swallow so thickly you make a gulping sound, your mouth dry at how close his face is to yours. he looks at you, then to your lips, then back up- a pattern the both of you seemed to have followed multiple times throughout the night. 

his voice is low, and it does something you can’t explain to your whole body as he trails off, “can i…” 

“please.” 

his lips are on yours within seconds, your mouths molding together perfectly as he presses you into the door more, the arm around your waist pulls you closer before he moves his hand to run down the back of your thigh to lift it over his hip. you slide your hands up his abdomen, feeling the tightness of his torso before you rest them on his chest. 

of course he has to be sculpted by fucking zeus himself, you sigh into his mouth.

you’re so weak. 

it’s not long before his tongue makes its way into your mouth, exploring it as if he was on a mission. you can’t help the small moan that emits from you as your tongue battles with his. he wins of course, and you feel a wave of sadness wash over you as he gently pulls away, his hand going from your thigh to your hip, “you should get inside, your ass is freezing.” 

“it does feel pretty chilly down there.” you can’t help but to laugh out loud, “thanks for looking out.” 

“don’t mention it.” 

“text me when you get home?” 

“i’ll consider it.” 

you make a small hmph sound, “alright. i look forward to your text telling me how brave you were for making it home safely.”

“you’re an ass.” he scoffs, but his eyes have a fond look to them as he gives your hip a squeeze, “i’ll talk to you later.” 

you smile, giving him a peck on his cheek before pulling away, “good night, levi.” 

“good night, yn.” 

not long after your nightly routine, you get a text. laying in your bed, you unlock your phone to see a multitude of notifications from hanji that you decide to ignore for now. instead, you smile giddily, laying on your back to open the message from your stoic yet charming date. 

levi: home safe. am i brave now? 

you laugh, sending him a quick response before covering your face with your pillow. 

meanwhile, in the comfort of his own bed, levi reads your response with the faintest hint of a smile. he lays down on his back, rubbing his tired eyes when a fear-filled thought enters his mind. 

he was never going to hear the end of it from that freak. he sighs, staring at his ceiling as he thinks maybe it would be okay so long as you kept your interest in him. maybe the two of you really had a shot beyond just being a blind date to each other. he lets out another breath before closing his eyes.

i can’t believe that shithead was right. 

[inkly-heart]

please don’t be sad little sprout, you are loved 🌱 🖤

🌱

[askchilchuck]

chilchuck?.. CHILCHUCK?? oh gosh- *grabs a fishing pole and casts a line into the cranberry bog* pleasedontdrownpleasedontdrow-

Everyone attempts to save Chilchuck, but he's too far away for anyone to reach.

...How did-

...Can I please have my wallet back, Squeak?

[bluejulius]

I like to imagine that Eret and Snotlout insult each other in between their make out sessions 👍

oh they absolutely do

prick (affectionate)

they cannot stand each other

[sematarygirls]

ada sonny with an age gap relationship?

i wasn't 100% sure what exactly to do, so i'm just gonna do some headcanons; i hope that's okay !!

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is definitely very, very insecure about the age gap. he worries that he's too old for you, and one day, you're going to realize you want someone closer to your age. it does make him feel better when you reassure him (his love language) that you love him in spite of his age and aren't going anywhere.

he's also always the butt of the joke because of his age. you'll lightly poke fun and call him old when he references something that's before your time, and your friends all refer to him as "grandpa."

you two do not share the same humor. he'll make a joke and die laughing while you're sitting there completely lost (and vice versa).

he claims he's always right because he's "older and wiser" which makes you roll your eyes. he usually is always right, but that's besides the point!

date night is hard to plan because you want to do fun and exciting stuff like party, but he wants to do relaxing and romantic stuff.

you tried to do a cute cooking date once, but he got frustrated because he's such a control freak in the kitchen.

you two argue like an old married couple. looooooots of bickering because he's too mature, and you're very immature.

talks about stuff and asks you to do things that he expects you to know and gets very bitchy when you don't (he's got the sass of a teenage girl)

tries to get you to come to court to see him win at least once, but you find it boring. all the legal jargon and having to sit quietly the whole time makes you want to fall asleep.

finding a show or movie to watch is sooooo difficult because your tastes are so wildly different.

same thing with music. you'll put on a new song you like, and he'll roll his eyes and tell you to put on something actually good (even though half the time he ends up actually liking the song)

he's very worried about what other people will think of your relationship. he loves you and wants to show you off, but he worries that the age gap (completely 100% legal, of course) will rub some people the wrong way.

sometimes, he gets insecure about his grey hairs and wrinkles, but when you tell him how much you love them and how sexy they are, he immediately feels a million times better.

constantly tells you how lucky he is that someone as attractive as you loves an old man like him. he's seriously bewildered why, but he feels so grateful for you. you're everything to him

you make him feel young again, and he loves it.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

a trick i learned to filter out reader inserts;

you just need to go to the "other tags to exclude" box and add both "*/reader" and "*/you". if you want to filter out platonic fics as well just replace the slash with a "&".

the asterisk includes everything applicable on ao3, so all reader insert fics should be removed! if you stumble across some that don't have properly tagged relationships/characters then im 90% sure you can report those for mistagging. iirc it won't remove the fic, mods will typically just properly tag it if the author doesn't.

^^

[cementcornfield]

https://youtu.be/pKnAtIVhZGo?si=q5jHhQSdx1EGKblN

Ja’marr saying that just Joe being present uplifted the team 🥹

Despite the fact that he wasn't able to be on the field, how was he keeping the team in great spirits?

Honestly [Joe's] presence is enough. I honestly told him that one day, he probably thought I was joking. But just him bringing his presence to practice, him being around us at practice, brings joy to some of the guys' faces. Especially when we're out there just running routes and we just see Joe come and walking over, you know it brightens everyone's day and brings more energy to the practice.

[embrosegraves]

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕖, 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝔹𝕖

(request) Max Verstappen x ftm!Driver!Reader (he/they) I named the child Peter :P

Warnings: pregnancy, talks of mental health, crying. Let me know if I missed any <3

Max could tell that there was something bothering you. He prided himself on being able to tell when his loving partner was stressed because that meant that he could help you. Throughout the whole day Max found himself struggling to think of what could possibly be the reason for your stress. It was possible that it was because being both a parent and an F1 Driver was a difficult thing to do. But you had assured Max months ago that you loved being both. 

Could it be because your son, Peter, was at the beginning of the ‘Terrible Twos’? It was possible but wasn’t the most likely. By the time you were both back in your hotel room, Peter sleeping peacefully on the middle of the hotel bed, Max was almost as stressed as you were. 

“Schat?” Max called to you. You had spent the last 30 minutes in the bathroom and he was getting more worried every second. 

You walked out of the bathroom, still in shock about the news you found out this morning. How were you going to tell Max? It was hard enough the first time around. You look at Max as you walk towards him. 

“What’s up Lovie?” 

“I should be asking you that, Y/n/n.” He took your hands in his and gently sat you both on the couch at the end of the bed. “You’ve been stressed about something all day and for the life of me I can not figure it out.”

“Max-” You went to reply but Max was in his own world asking you more questions. 

“Is your period bothering you? I know you told me that you still get them. Are the cramps worse than usual? Do you need some medicine? I can go get some if you need-”

“Max.” This time your voice was more firm, something that Max caught onto instantly. It was only slightly different to the voice you used when Peter was misbehaving and you needed to get his attention. “Max it’s not- it’s not my period.” 

“Oh. Well, that’s good? Right?”

You sighed before turning to fully face Max on the couch. You gripped his hands tighter before you spoke. You knew you had to tell him.

“The problem is that it’s not my period. I was supposed to start on my period around three days ago, but I didn’t. I only just noticed last night before bed. I thought that maybe it was just an irregular period, but then I thought about how my cycle was before we found out about Peter. I took a test this morning and- and-” 

You couldn’t continue. Thankfully Max was smart enough to know what you were trying to tell him. Before Peter was born, you and Max had decided that you would be a One and Done family. It made sense at the time, what with you constantly fighting the thoughts in your head saying that maybe you were faking your identity. You had never wanted to go through that ever again. Yet here you were, telling him that you were pregnant with another baby Verstappen. 

Upon realising that he hadn’t said anything yet, Max bundled you into his arms and held you tight. It was exactly the reassurance you needed before you started to cry. Shushing you gently, Max started to softly stroke your hair. 

“We will figure this out Y/n. I promise you that.” Max was never a person that showed his emotions often, but he couldn’t help the tears that began gathering in his eyes. “We will survive this. When we get back home, I’ll schedule an appointment for you. Just in case this is a false positive.”

“What if it’s not?” You croaked out, voice hoarse from crying. 

Max didn’t once stop stroking your hair as he spoke. “If it’s not a false positive then I will help you get through this. I can call the therapist we used for Peter’s pregnancy and we can start going again. I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable so if this is something you find out you don’t want, I will find a way to fix it.” 

Your sniffles had died down by now, but Max had no intention of letting you go from his arms. You had told him years ago that you always felt safest when in his arms and Max would rather die than let you feel unsafe when you were vulnerable. 

“Max…” 

“Yes, Liefde?” 

“The pregnancy test wasn’t the only thing I was thinking about today…” 

“What else was worrying you?” Max asked, confused. He hadn’t thought that your visible stress from the day had been because of two different things. Looking back now, it should have been obvious that there was more than one thing on your mind. 

You hesitated to tell him. This thought that had been occupying a large portion of your mind lately was arguably harder to speak out loud than telling him that you were pregnant was. 

“You don’t have to worry about how I’ll react. I promise you that nothing you say will upset me.” Sometimes you hated how Max knew the exact thing to tell you in every situation. 

“I think I’m going to retire soon.”

“Okay.” 

You raised your head sharply, almost hitting the bottom of Max’s chin in the process. 

“Okay?” 

Max nodded and looked you directly in your eyes for a second before moving the hair away from your forehead and gazing at the rest of your face. 

“If you feel like you need to retire, then you retire. I’ll support our family and I will make sure that none of us could ever want for anything.” 

Your eyes started to water. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. Max’s eyes fluttered closed as you pulled him in. Breaking apart for some air, Max rested your foreheads together. 

It was quiet for a while before he broke the silence. 

“I will always look after you. I never want you to feel like you are at war with yourself. You will always be my handsome boy, Mijn Liefde. I will always be here to help you. I will take care of us. I promise you that.”

I hope you enjoyed <3 honestly this was so much fun to plan out and the write like I don't think I've ever enjoyed writing something this much i loved doing this

[blonde-and-cat-suc]

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"Catra mistreating Adora for 16 minutes"

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Uploaded: Feb 16, 2022

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"(TW for abuse, obviously.) I sure am glad that this is the LGBTQ+ representation we have in a children's cartoon! All clips are from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power on Netflix. They do not belong to me."

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video from the way back machine. i don't know about re-uploading stuff on this particular blog but... here the first of what i imagine are plenty. i take absolutely no credit for this whatsoever. keep talking to me about creating an archive of sorts. this post may be deleted later, and this particular video will be organized into said archive and will be ready for easy search/easy finding. to be continued later. bye guys <3.