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saveraedae · 4 months ago

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Why TMS (2020) episode 1 is not your most viewed video?

I can think of quite a few reasons,

but overall I'm not really worried about it, because I know there's nothing I can do but make sure episode 2 is the best it can possibly be! :D i really am super excited to show people what I'm working on

(ALSO I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT LONG AND KINDA DEEP FJHJKHF and a little off topic BUT ITS STILL RELATED TO TMS)

This is what I've observed over the years, so may I present to you,

Possible reasons as to why episode 1 isn't a hit / why TMS is so obscure:

Episode 1 is very amateur. I made it when I was still in high school. It has poor sound design, poor scene composition, isn't animated, and I believe the script could've benefited from one last rewrite. Most people who've viewed it, I assume, generally consider it nothing to write home about unless they happened to get invested in the story/characters, went to look at my other work and got interested that way, or were around before Friend Fiction came out. Not to mention, it's animatics, there's no color.

It has no furry characters or fantasy elements. "What could this boring old human show possibly have to offer? Real stuff is too boring!" Furry characters in your project are essentially a cheat sheet to success, you already have the major one-up of the possibility of mass appeal to your project just by including characters that WILL appeal to an already existing large-but-niche community of people. TMS is just goofy looking humans that look incredibly normal, because it's a grounded-in-reality show.

There's nothing exactly like it anywhere out there. At least... not in terms of animated media. There's stuff TMS as a whole is similar to, but in terms of what it all really is, there isn't anything exactly like it. People in entertainment say if you offer something new that people will automatically flock to it, but that couldn't be further from the case. I do believe in some aspects it could have a larger mass appeal if it were to gain more traction, especially with people interested in media with complex and nuanced narratives, foremost-focus on character dynamics over story, but still offer a silly cartoon slice of life vibe, and people who have a strong connection to mental health struggles, especially the more dynamic and complex issues, but I have never been able to draw in many just from doing my own thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's always had a VERY small and incredibly niche audience of people that vocally supported it. That is really hella cool that anyone even likes my work. I have noticed however that in terms of the public eye (posts on publicly accessible social media) it's rare to see posts about it from those who like it, those who hate it, or even posts that mention it in the first place lol. Usually it's 1-2 people at a time that'll be super into it, don't have anyone to talk to about it, and they lose interest. (Small fandom struggles, been there, done that.) Nothing really I can do about that though, that's not something I have any control over unless I wanna look like a fool lmao. My goal with last year's Annual October Challenge being 'post on socials and you can win a prize' was to encourage public posting about it so more people can be aware TMS even exists. Obviously I can't force anyone to do anything, but y'all really don't know how tremendously public engagement and ESPECIALLY comments help out small creators. If all we do is upsell ourselves with no one cheering us on / giving their thoughts / backing us up, we just look.... kinda goofy lol.

I'm not friends with any well-respected creators with bigger audiences. I kinda... go it alone? I've never really met anyone with more influence than me that was interested in TMS enough to wanna vocalize it publicly or do any type of collaboration with me. I've met some hella cool people throughout the years but I'm too socially traumatized from years of rejection to further pursue relationships with people lol.

Came from nothing, didn't go to college, and didn't grow up in LA. I don't exactly live in an area that's well-suited for the kind of work I'm doing, I have very very limited resources available within reasonable distance from me. Networking (and even travelling to animation-focused cons) is not something I'm financially able to do unfortunately, Momocon 2025 is a huuuge stretch goal for me that's gonna set me back a lot. And I have certain sentiments about post-high school education for art that determined why I never sought a degree.

That's just what I've observed as my time being a creator. In the end though I don't particularly care if it is ever 'popular.'

Would it be cool? I mean, could be!

Would it help things get done faster? Oh man absolutely. I'd have access to so many more resources and have so many more opportunities. Completely chill just doing everything alone though, even if I'm still trying to complete the full show when I'm like 50 LOL but yeah, more eyes on it would mean more people aware I exist/more people that want to offer to help me make everything come to life and not have it take 10000 years as a solo entrepreneur.

But as I said, if TMS never really gains traction, even after episode 2 (which will serve as a more polished looking, full proof of concept for the rest of the show,) eh, I don't really care. Because I'm making TMS really for me in the end anyway. I like these types of stories, I like these types of character dynamics, and I've always wanted to make it into a full length show.

Firm believer in the 'if you really want something, you WILL find a way to make it happen' mentality! ❤️

Don't believe people who try and sway you away from what you know deep in your heart you want.

#i wasn't gonna answer this at first but i felt my thoughts were interesting enough lol #anon #ask #the mark side #tms #cartoon #indie animation #tagging cause why not #tumblr is my home anyway if anyone has shit to say on here they can get off my lawn

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drabbles-mc · 2 years ago

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Catching the Red-Eye

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: I just saw a funny post that gave me a fic idea: Friend says “Our flight is at 3am so we could go drinking and then straight to the airport.” Y/N: “Sound like a great idea!” Narrator: “It was not a great idea.” Can I request a Juice x reader where she & her gf (maybe Tara or someone?) are coming back from a girls trip and Juice(&Jax or whoever) have to deal w/ whatever state they find their girls in? 😂😂

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I started a draft for this months ago when you first sent it in and then my computer deleted it. But I got back to it tonight because apparently my muse is only awake between 11pm and 1am these days 😂 I did tweak a couple little things from the original request but the idea of writing reader an Tara as friends just made my heart way too happy. I love them so much and I hope they have many adventures together going forward. I've missed writing slice of life stuff like this. 🥰 (Also I can't lie this made me want to write more fic for Jax and Tara. It's such a small glimpse of them here but god I mourn the missed opportunities of them just having normal relationship moments man idkidk)

A/N 2: My requests are closed this is an old one that's been sitting in my inbox for literal months. Unedited and unbetad as always lmao

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It was the first time that you’d ever actually been drunk on a plane. For all the times you heard people talk about airport bars, and all the times that flight attendants had offered you cocktails, you had never really thought much about it. You were always on the go through the airport, always had a book or something to keep you company on the flights. You had never even been buzzed near a plane, let alone drunk and on one.

Apparently the missing ingredient had been traveling with Tara. You had no idea what you had been missing out on until you had it. All because of a trip for a hospital conference. The two of you had spent the better part of your week sitting through lectures and seminars. Sure, the information was interesting, and sure, you were both thankful for the opportunity. But after an entire week in a swanky resort it felt like the two of you had nothing to show for it.

Then to top it all off, your flight got delayed. So you and Tara were stuck at the airport with a few extra hours to kill. It wasn’t long enough to justify leaving just to have to go back through security, but it was too long to just sit there doing nothing. You had no interest in the book in your backpack, and the way that Tara was looking around the airport had you thinking she was in the same predicament.

Then she turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised and a little bit of a glint in her eyes. “You know,” she leaned on the armrest between your two chairs at the terminal, “since our flight isn’t until three now, we could just…” she shrugged casually, “hit one of the bars here and head straight to our flight afterwards.”

You chuckled, trying to gage just how serious she was. “R-really?”

She shrugged, “Why not? The plane has a designated driver. Plus,” she stood up from her seat, “I think we deserve something besides pamphlets and lecture notes for the week we’ve had.” She held her hand out for you to take. “Come on. Closest bar is just a few gates down.”

Despite knowing that it was most likely going to end in a hangover on a plane, you slapped your hand into hers and let her pull you up from your seat and down the hallway. The amount of laughter erupting from the two of you were the sure sign of an impending good time.

It was such a good time, in fact, that it was a just before midnight when your phone started buzzing in your pocket. You pulled it out to see who was calling at such a late hour. You half-stifled a giggle as you showed Tara the name flashing across your screen.

“I forgot to tell him the flight got delayed.”

Her eyes widened as she laughed, taking a sip of her drink before saying, “Oh. When you tell him, make sure he tells Jax.” She let out another laugh. “I forgot to tell him, too.”

You were laughing as you answered the phone. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” Juice had been confused the second he dialed your number, but the drunken lilt to your voice only made him more confused. “Are you good? We're at the airport and—”

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” you asked, still giggling.

“He better not!” Tara chimed in with a laugh before ordering the two of you another round of drinks.

Juice couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that Tara was also drunk. After getting it together, he said, “I promise I won’t get mad. What’s up?”

“Our flight got delayed.” You laughed. “Until 3AM. We aren’t,” you took a sip of the drink that Tara handed you, “we aren’t gonna be home until morning.”

Juice sighed but he wasn’t mad. All the shit that you went through because of him being in the club, all the changed and canceled plans for a myriad of reasons, you more than earned this one. Tara too.

“You’re mad,” you said.

He laughed. “I’m not mad. Just, you know, don’t get carried away and miss your flight.”

You smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “We won’t.”

“Text me later with an ETA?”

“As soon as we board the plane.”

“Alright. I love you.”

You were beaming. “I love you too.” He was halfway through saying goodbye when you remembered, “Oh! Shit. Make sure you tell Jax! Tara forgot too.”

Juice laughed. “Yea, I think he might have figured it out by now.”

You heard Jax's muffled hello on the other end of the line, laughing before finally getting around to saying one more I love you to Juice and saying goodbye.

The rest of the night into the tiny hours of the morning flew by in a bit of a blur. There was a lot of laughing, a lot of drinks. If your memory served right there were a decent number of them that you and Tara didn’t have to pay for yourselves which always seemed to make a drink taste better. It was a great time, and despite the amount of alcohol in your systems you still made it to your flight on time. You even remembered to update Juice.

The two of you managed to get your laughter somewhat under control for the sake of the other passengers on the plane. You didn’t want to keep them up with fits of giggles so you dialed it down. It didn’t take long for Tara to drift off to sleep, but you knew that wasn’t going to be happening for you until you home and in your own bed. And, with any luck, curled up with Juice.

Not sleeping had the unique upside of allowing you to nurse another drink or two on the flight. Just enough to keep you buzzed, to stop you from getting slammed with a brutal hangover. You kept yourself perfectly amused on the relatively short flight home. A few hours on a plane seemed to go by faster than in the car. Being able to watch the sun come up while still having a buzz certainly didn’t hurt.

Tara woke with a groan when you nudged her shoulder after the plane landed. She shook her head at you, not opening her eyes all the way as she felt around on the floor for her purse. “This is why I don’t drink,” she grumbled.

You laughed as you stood up, slipping your backpack on your shoulders. “No, you don’t drink because we always have to be grownups.”

“If we’re both grownups, why am I the only one who’s dying?” she asked as she reached over and snatched your sunglasses off the top of your head and put them on.

“I stayed up,” you laughed as you walked through the airport towards baggage claim, “and I stayed drunk.”

She had to laugh at that. “Smart. I’ll have to remember that next time.”

“Next time?” you said with a grin as you pulled your suitcase and then hers from the carousel. “Hell yea.”

When the two of you stepped outside, Tara immediately let out another groan at the bright morning sunlight. You couldn’t help your laughter as you continued walking, looking for either your car or Tara's. She followed along behind you, trusting you to do the real scouting on her behalf.

It wasn’t long until you saw both Jax and Juice standing on the sidewalk, leaning back against the side your car. You waved to get their attention, picking up your pace, not caring about the suitcase rolling and bouncing along behind you. The second you were close enough, you let go of the suitcase and ditched it on the sidewalk in favor of running up and hugging Juice. You hopped up, wrapping both your arms and legs around him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

He laughed, the impact of your jump making him stumble a step but he still caught and held onto you. He hooked his arms underneath you, holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, holding you tight for a moment before you let your feet hit the ground again. Pulling back, you kissed him hard on the lips, leaving the both of you breathless and somehow still laughing.

“I missed you too,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned into it as you cupped his face in your hands. “The trip was good, then?”

“It was great!” you beamed. “Missed you, though.”

“Looks like you two did just fine without us.” He paused, looking over at Tara who was leaning into Jax as he chuckled at her hungover state. “Well, one of you did just fine.”

Jax kissed the side of Tara's head. “Rough trip, babe?”

She shook her head. “The trip was great. I’m still dying, though.” She hugged him and kissed him on the lips. “Take me home so I can die in peace.”

He laughed. “Is this how I am when I’m hungover?”

“You’re worse,” all three of you replied in unison, laughing when you realized.

Jax rolled his eyes but he was laughing too as he picked up both your suitcase and Tara's to toss them into the trunk of your car. “Let’s get you party animals home.”

You immediately ran towards the front of the car. “I call shotgun!”

You were comfortably slouched in your seat with your feet on the dash before Jax and Tara finished settling themselves in the back seat. Jax had his arm draped around her shoulders, keeping her tucked snug against his side as she got ready to lightly doze for the duration of the ride home.

Juice reached over, resting his hand on your thigh as he drove. You interlocked your fingers with his, watching the scenery through the windshield and the passenger window.

Juice squeezed your hand. “How the hell are you not, you know, super fucking hungover?”

You were too busy laughing to answer the question, so Tara piped up from the back seat for you. “Hair of the dog,” she mumbled.

You laughed as you nodded. “Something like that. I just didn’t let myself sober up all the way.” You saw the way Juice peeled his eyes off the road to look at you for a moment and shrugged. “What? The flight attendant offered! Who was I to say no? Don’t worry,” you patted his hand, “when I wake up from my nap in a few hours I will be plenty hungover. By then Tara will be doing better than I’m doing now.”

Juice dropped the two of them off at Jax's. You said a lazy goodbye from the passenger seat, the exhaustion of the week and the all-nighter finally catching up to you. You were starting to close your eyes when Juice got back into the driver's seat. He looked over at you before he put the car back in drive, unable to stop smiling at the sight of you.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know that he was looking at you. “Yea?”

He laughed quietly. “Nothing. I love you.” He leaned over the center console so he could kiss the side of your head. “I’m glad you two had fun. I’m even more glad that you’re home.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with a smile. “You’re a sap, Juan Carlos.”

He chuckled as he backed out of their driveway. “You love me, though.”

You couldn’t deny that. “I do. But remember that you love me in a few hours when I’m cranky and hungover.”

“When you’re trying to bury yourself in all of our pillows and blankets?”

“And trap you there with me.”

“And all of your crankiness.”

You laughed, resting your hand on top of his on the console between you. “Exactly.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #soa imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction #juice ortiz #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz x reader

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elliespuns · 9 months ago

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I was wondering, would you mind introducing yourself a bit? Your age, hobbies (except for blogging of coure), music taste, your favorite movies, etc? I love the content you post and i love you and I don't even know you. I wanna know my favorite blogger.. lol. Only if you're okay with it

First of all, thank you for such a lovely compliment. I love you too and I don't even see your blog, mate!

To answer you; I was answering something similar once. This anon sent me questions and I filled them in, so if you allow me to just copy and paste those so I wouldn't have to type it all again (nothing has changed since then, honestly) then I'll be happy to oblige.

How old are you? I'm 30

Tall or short? Very short, I'm only 5'1 ft, 1,56 m

Sexuality? Eh, I don't like labeling myself but if I HAD TO, it'd say bisexual/demisexual.

Describe yourself briefly I'm an introverted dork that doesn't vibe with most people. I dig music, art, and I love a lot. I either love too much or not at all. I've been vegan for over 10 years now and I love funny people. Other than that, I'm just a very poetic soul that also loves to play video games from time to time and I write. I write a lot.

Something you like about yourself? I'd say it's my knowledge in English. I've been self 'learning' it for 9 years now (never been abroad) and I was able to learn the language to the point where it became a huge part of my life. Like I literally use it more than my mother language. That's a thing I'd say I like about myself.

Favorite hobbies outside your blog? I write; creative writing, poetry. Both fulfil my mind. Then I love reading (ofc). I also draw, play video games, work with graphic programs and I love taking pictures.

Something no one would guess about you I have a very high sex drive, lmao 🫣😂 and people would never say so about me, because I literally look like I have a ribbon buckled to my vagina.

Weird quirks you have Oh, god, I can't stand hand cuts. Like you can literally show me a video of someone having their throat slit and I'll be fine, but then you show me a vid of someone having their palm sliced, or simply just someone cutting their finger and I'll go all asdfghjklsdfghjk.

One talent you wished you had Damn, I wish I could draw from imagination. I can draw but I can't seem to draw anything just by trying to see it in my head. That's so fucking frustrating. And weird. Anyone else having this problem?

A word your friends would use to describe you Idk about one word, but my best friend says I'm the funniest person she has ever met, so does that count? Lol, Idk why she says this. I'm literally a potato.

Craziest thing that's ever happened to you Omg, trauma alert… when my boss (a 70 year old male) caressed the top of my head telling me I'm pretty.

Have you ever been in love? Yes, for over 10 years now (no, it's not a fictional character, lol).

What is your biggest fear? Fuck, it's hurricanes and tornados. I actually have a phobia, it's called 'ancraophobia' and it's a fear of strong wind. (I swear I don't fear normal wind tho, I'm not that weird, actually, ok?).

Why did you start this blog? When I came here one day I realized that there were only a few blogs that were dedicated to the game stuff. So I said why the hell not? I didn't expect to have an actual fanbase here, it's crazy. Love you guys.

Your favorite food? Lentils, that's the shit.

Least favorite food? I'd say meat.

Favorite TV shows? Okay, not gonna mention TLOU cause it's obvious, but the very first show that pops into my mind every time is Breaking Bad. I love this show to bits. Then I also love TWD, OITNB, Better Call Saul, Wentworth, This Is Us, Lost, The Killing.

Favorite movie of all time? My most favorite movie of all time will forever be Ginger Snaps (2000). I've loved this movie ever since I was 11. It's been 19 years ever since and I still love it to pieces. Aaaaah!

Favorite musicians? I love a lot of music, but my most favorite is Damien Rice. I love that guy and what he does. Right behind him are Cigarettes After Sex and Mazzy Star (just pure love). Then it would be Joshua Radin, The Hope Arsenal, Yaeow, The Paper Kites, The Smiths, R.E.M., Blur, BoDeans...

Do you have any pets? My chonky boi guinea pig.

#i guess i'll have to get used to sharing 'myself' with you guys sometimes #get to know your blogger i guess #the last of us #tlou #tlou blogger #the last of us game #elliespuns answers

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bonesandthebees · 1 year ago

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omg OMG dont even get me STARTED on honey and tangerines

i've genuinely been meaning to reread it this summer, THAT FIC IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS IN THE WORLD... THE VIBES-

like okay yes almost all of ur fics are my fav in the world, but honey and tangerines hits DIFF man

i started that fic thinking the main conflict was going to be crimeboys, and then angelduo came in with a sledge hammer holy shit

dude. that convo in chapter eight SMACK CAMMED ME SO HARD

i remember reading the summary and being like "ooo!! skateboarding", i didnt even clock how the part with phil could be ominous man like-

oooh boi

[takes a deep breath]

im getting emotional thinking about it rn, i havent read this in so long ohmgyod i miss this fic:(

side note before i get into my full mental breakdown over the ConvoTM, i never wanted to learn how to skateboard till i read this fic lmfaoooo

idek why, i was just... never interested, even my bf was like YOO ITS SO COOL and i was like Eh

and then i read this chapter and i was like "... maybe it Can be cool"

brooo BROOO

okay yeah that convo...

i think it's the hardest i've cried reading any of ur fics, normally i tear up and yknow do my whole Pterodactyl screech, but i dont often full blown cry, but holy shit man. Honey and tangerines? I'm pretty sure I bawled.

uh oh im crying again rereading this scene BROO ITS JUST SO WJEAFOIAWEOIRJAWEROIAWEROIWAERJAWEOIJRWAOIERKJLWERJOIWEJWEARIJ

im in pain again

anYWAYS

god this fic is actually the greatest fucking thing in the world i love it so much bee u have no idea bro i adore it to my core :(((

i dont know how to describe it but ooohh my goodness

i just :(( idk i love indie vibes a lot

like... one of my favourite movies is Perks of Being a Wallflower. Indie movies are really important to me bc it just :( it makes me feel like My life will be okay, if their life works out. and... slice of life vibes are just the best

and honey and tangerines is the perfect fic to ever indie vibe, the playlist, the little fluff moments, the climax, everything about it is perfect. i can't describe how perfect it is. i adore it sosoosososososososoosososoo much

i also can... oddly relate to tommy in this fic, more than i thought. my mom didn't have mental health issues but I did have to take care of myself more than I was supposed to when I was younger, and there were a lot of parallels in this fic even though the situations were completely different, that it just... hit a lot harder for me than most fics normally do. especially like... i have a half sibling that i have a super complicated relationship with and crimeboys in this fic almost reminded me of it.

i just :(( honey and tangerines is so so important to me, and it's also just beautifully written, content aside. i love the prose in it. the way you describe everything feels so natural and real. i felt truly immersed. i lose sense of what's around me a lot quicker than i normally do when i read fics. it just instantly grabs my attention.

god, it's written so fucking well.

another way it's affected my life is after i read the laundromat chapter, it gave me the courage to ask my bf to dance w me for the first time. as i've always loved dancing but i've always been super shy about it. but reading that scene just filled me with such joy, that i had to ask my bf, and now it's one of our fav things to do :))

idk man like. wf is the fic that first made me obsessed with your writing. stars is one of the most well written and impressive things i've ever read and heyyy sandduo centric babyyy. also the WORLD BUILDING IS SO COOL. what the water gave me is the fic out of all of ur fics that makes me the most emotional /pos. a dusty tomb is my personal fav comfort fic, it's so fucking cute i love it so much (and the clinic prequel is same vibes as well). ur vamp fics are addicting as hell to read.

but honey and tangerines is the fic that's affected my life the most <3

(god sorry for the long rant, this was not meant to be this long LMAO SFDKAJ)

honey and tangerines was such an interesting fic for me to write because it connected to my irl life in so many subtle ways. I put those nods into my life in a lot of my fics, but honey and tangerines was the one most directly based out of my own life although it was mostly just the concept of having ex step-siblings that I pulled from. I also thought the main conflict was going to be crimeboys going into it, although I knew I wanted a focus on angelduo as well. but then as the story progressed I understood tangerines!tommy a lot more as a character, and his relationship with phil just expanded into so much more. I'm so happy with how it all turned out, and I'm sorry for all the tears I made you shed lol

(this response got long oops so I'm gonna put it under a cut)

you totally get my love of coming of age/slice of life indie movies. I've always been a big movie watcher, and nothing hits quite like a really well done coming of age film. ironically though, the perks of being a wallflower was one I originally wasn't a movie I was very impressed with the first time I saw it. it wasn't until I read the book and then rewatched the movie years later that I was like oh. I think for me two coming of age indie-type films that really hit for me were Lady Bird (because the relationship between Lady Bird and her mom hit very close to home in certain spots for me), and this one called Cha Cha Real Smooth. Cha Cha especially hit for me bc it's about a 22 year old who just graduated college and is trying to figure out where to go now, and I watched it only a few months after I'd turned 22 and graduated college and was floundering for what to do next. so yeah, that one helped me in the same way you described with the whole "maybe my life will work out like theirs" sense.

I'm so glad I was able to capture those vibes in the aesthetics of it all. that was half my motivation for writing it ngl. I just really wanted to try and capture that summertime haze with the descriptions and the playlist and all of it.

I'm sorry you could relate to aspects like those in the fic, but I'm also really glad it was able to provide a source of comfort for you <3

that's so sweet that you asked your bf to dance with you after reading the laundromat scene!! and the skateboarding too is so cute. I'm gonna be honest I do not know how to skateboard nor have I ever had a desire to learn, I just liked the aesthetics of that scene lmao. I hope you've been having a really good time dancing and skateboarding with your bf since though :)

icyfox aaa you're so kind though seriously thank you for all of that. one of my favorite parts about having this 'audience' (for fanfic lmao but it's an audience nonetheless) is hearing how the stories I create for my own joy impact your real lives. like, it's just amazing to me the reach my words can have, and I'm so happy you were able to get so much out of this story. ty for this it made me smile a lot

#ask #icyfox17 #honey and tangerines

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wendytestabrat · 2 years ago

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i’ve been rewatching a lot of powerpuff girls episodes like i’m honestly determined to watch every episode at this point bc i got sucked in when i was only watching like one or two LOL and boy i have THOUGHTS. for some reason i hardly remember any of these episodes even tho ik i’ve seen them all a bunch of times on boomerang so it’s felt like i’m watching them for the first time with my adult lens. i love all 3 of the main girls they are rlly interesting characters and what i love abt the show is how they balance back and forth between all this crime fighting shit and the girls just living normal lives as preschoolers or whatever bc it can def feel like a slice of life show sometimes in those more laid back episodes not that the superhero shit isn’t fun to watch too bc it is!!!! it reminds me of jimmy neutron a bit how jimmy will have to save the day and shit but he still acts like a normal kid with normal kid problems at the end of the day bc powerpuff girls has that same feel to it which i like where the girls still will act like normal toddlers or whatever and it’s cute & endearing af. ok i’m just gonna flat out say it idk if this is an unpopular opinion or not but blossom is my fav character she’s definitely way more interesting and nuanced than the other two girls while bubbles and buttercup are more one dimensional bc bubbles is just the sweet one and buttercup is the mean one LOL. i like blossom bc she has the traits of both her sisters combined but she’s more balanced out so she can have good chemistry in scenes with either sister whether she agrees with bubbles on something or with buttercup on something. bc blossom knows how to be nice like bubbles in some situations and in other situations she’s more snobby and mean like buttercup. which makes her a good leader too bc of her being complex like that and understanding both sisters. but she’s also flawed too bc she can be stuck up and bossy and vain at times but it makes her interesting imo. bubbles is prob my second fav like she’s cute af and relatable too bc she’s super sweet until u cross her and then she’s like scary and dangerous af LOL. (she’s also a huge meme too) i feel like bubbles is everyone’s fav and it seems like bubbles got the most episodes about her and the most screen time but it kind of bothers me that we didn’t get more blossom episodes considering she’s like technically the main one and it feels like bubbles got all the spotlight just bc she’s funnier. but yeah it bothers me when shows focus too much on the comic relief character. buttercup is my least fav and i remember liking her least growing up too LOL but i’ve grown to like her more rewatching the series bc she’s kind of complex too in her own right she’s super aggressive and tomboyish but she has her soft moments too which makes her interesting. but overall i prob enjoy buttercup the least bc she’s just a bitch for no reason most of the time lol. so yeah my ranking of the girls is

1. blossom

2. bubbles

3. buttercup

and then when we’re looking at the villains of the show that’s a whole different story LMAO. i still have a lot of episodes to go to fully form an opinion on this but HIM is def the breakout villain in the show by FAR. ik mojo jojo is considered like the main villain or whatever but HIM is way more intimidating and you’re like oh fuck whenever he shows up. mojo jojo is hardly that threatening he’s honestly more of just a punchline and u always know the girls are gonna take him down right away by just punching him LOL. whenever HIM shows up it feels like there’s way more at stake so imo he’s the real true #1 villain of the show. mojo jojo is basically darth vader while HIM is emperor palpatine. also princess is the most annoying character ever don’t @ me. i’ve always been a nickelodeon hoe and not a CN hoe but powerpuff girls will always be one of my top 5 shows on CN bc the writing and humor and animation and shit is pretty on par with some of Nick’s greatest stuff. also with tom kenny voicing everyone like he does in spongebob too it gives the show that perfect comedic feel to it that’s nostalgic of early 2000s cartoons. i love craig mccracken’s style bc FHFIF is also one of my favs too for similar reasons.

anyways which powerpuff girl is ur fav i wanna hear ur thoughts

#powerpuff girls

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vanaglorie · 1 year ago

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When did you start writing on Tumblr? Who was your first muse? OTP for your muse? NOTP for your muse? Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back? What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know? What do you look for in a rp partner? Favourite trope? Least favourite trope? Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet? What about your muse are you most proud of?

munday meme

When did you start writing on Tumblr?

a very long time ago... like... somewhere in the period of 2012-2014 and it was also khr rp

Who was your first muse?

byakuran LMAO it was wild

OTP for your muse? NOTP for your muse?

i kinda ship him with everyone tbh i dont even care if its crack but the normal ones like 10051 and 10069 are pretty pog. but no specific OTP preference for me, as long as theyre strong enough to handle whatever comes their way

also no NOTP comes to mind i'll ship byakuran with anyone bc he's insane- really depends on the chemistry/plot

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

for khr characters i used to have bel and fon. lowkey would love to bring either of them back HAHAHA but byakuran will always be my one true love

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people might not know?

byakuran can be a very attentive lover? ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

What do you look for in a rp partner?

someone cool and easy to talk to, so that we can be goblins together and plot crazy shit, and a lot of you are really cool :3

Favourite trope? Least favourite trope?

fav: enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort least fav: hanahaki xd i always avoid ones that are just angst with no happy ending or comfort-

Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?

all the cliche ones like office au, high school au i just think slice of life ones are cute :c also it means byakuran can be little shit living a normal life, sometimes i want good things for him

What about your muse are you most proud of?

i think he just does and says whatever he wants without caring about the consequences and i love that for him which means i just have to close my eyes and hit 'post' and apologise profusely for his rancid behaviour

#ooc #m: signorinavongola

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purpleplaid17 · 1 year ago

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Jess Watches // Fri 29 Sept Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Flora and Son (with mum)

A single mother (Eve Hewson) living in Dublin is having trouble with her son, a rebellious teenage petty thief. Encouraged to find him a hobby, Flora rescues an old guitar and, with the help of a LA-based online guitar teacher (Joseph Gordon-Levitt, discovers that one person's rubbish can be another person's salvation.

A slice-of-life Irish indie with a loud and proud lead character who wants more out of life for herself and her son. An easy 90 minute afternoon watch with some catchy songs to hum along to. (Also, an ice cream van stopped near our house, which hasn't happened in years. So had a little treat while we watched.)

The Great 3x10 Once Upon a Time (Series Finale)

While playing Russian Roulette, an intruder tries to kill Catherine, and she uses the gun to shoot him instead; this epiphany allows her to come out of her daze and grief.

The writing and dialogue was top-notch. As compelling as the grieving episodes were, they lingered in it a bit to long for me. So this was a return to the pace, of wit and of clit, that the show excels at.

I'm a Virgo 1x03 Paco Rabanne

Cootie experiences dating for the first time as he and Flora hit up the town. Flora's speedy movements are actually a superpower of her own that she's had to keep hidden; Scat is wounded on his minibike.

Flora having to adapt to everyone elses speed because otherwise she can't be understood was shown in such a visually effective way. The energy it takes to be seen as 'normal'.

Avatar: The Last Airbender 3x17 The Ember Island Players

A Fire Nation theater group is debuting a play based upon the group's adventures. Everyone, except Toph, is embarrassed by the inaccurate and exaggerated portrayals of themselves.

Toph finding the depictions of them hilarious and loving that she was played by a tall buff man. Good for her.

The Horror of Dolores Roach 1x03 Like a Stoned-Ass Baby

Dolores digests what Luis has done with the evidence.

Though not literally, despite everyone else savouring the new empanada recipe. A few shows now, made during covid, involve cannibalism. Should I be concerned lmao

#flora and son #the great #i'm a virgo #avatar the last airbender #atla #the horror of dolores roach #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 10

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eluminium · 9 months ago

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"dramatization of Skizz's final death in Secret Life" hhhhh that one should already have way more fic written for it tHAT WAS SUCH A GOOD MOMENT ITS CAUSED ME SO MUCH BRAINROT and it deserves all the dramatization skjhsdafkhd "Character study of both Skizz and BigB in Secret Life after BigBs "Betrayal"" something something about bigbs 'curse' in the life series being about betraying his closest allies and losing them and skizz aggressively counteracting that i am so normal abt this "Skizz is a newly ascended God" objectively terrifying concept but also. immediate paladin impulse brainrot hitting here hehh "TangSkizz Plateup Smut" call that a health code violation lmao (i actually have a plot bunny written down somewhere that i'll probably never write that is based on the skizz/tango/jimmy plateup streams that focuses ranchers BUT there is a blatant b-plot of GIGGS crew hunting actual real ghosts in the background that both tango and jimmy remain hilariously oblivious to)

the things his death in secret life did to me, dude. Man died whilst impaled on dripstone. And it's the only death Skizz has had where he hasn't gone out on his own terms, and he also DIED REGRETFUL!!! HE GAVE UP!!!! SKIZZLEMAN GAVE UP IN THE FACE OF DEATH FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!! it makes me so insane still. that and whatever the fuck Scar was doing to him before his death. Anyone who says Scar wasn't a full-on villain clearly never saw him quite literally wanting to torture Skizz, and then actually torturing Skizz. we moved on from that fact too fast as a fandom I'm ngl

Also just. BigB and Skizz. I need to shake them like maracas. my fucking god.

The Skizz Godhood idea thing is actually supposed to be a kind of a slightly dark comedic slice-of-life thing. Like Skizz is still Skizz despite ascending to Godhood. And hw has to build up his worship together with his best friend and and very miffed new priest Impulse. Like these idiots have to figure out how to create a cult and convince people to join it, and the public speaker of the two is the one currently stuck in Divine Mode whilst the nervous wreck has to do all the speaking.

Also don't worry about the TangSkizz health code violation. The juicey only happens AFTER closing. They're responsible owners!

#el answereth #look i am kind of insane #welcome to tumblr./eluminium

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strelitziareginaee · 1 year ago

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MEET THE MUN!

name — Ghost/Ghosty

pronouns — she/her

preferred comms — Discord (Ask for Discord!) and Tumblr IMs

name of muse —

Main Muse: Strelitzia Side Muse: Cinderella

experience in RP — A long time. I've been rping since the Myspace days! Then I bounced around a lot. Left Tumblr for a few years and recently came back.

best experiences — I used to be a part of the Kingdom Hearts community back when Tumblr was really thriving (in the early 2010's), when rping in groups rather than independently was a big thing. I roleplayed Vanitas and made some really awesome friends in that group! We called ourselves the KH Crack Crew, lol. We would all talk every day on Skype! Those were good times and sometimes I still think about all of them. We just sort of drifted apart when we started to explore other fandoms, and yeaaaaa.... I still miss my KHCC squad sometimes, though we're all still friends on Facebook!

pet peeves / dealbreakers — Godmodding. I can't stand it. Even if it's something as small as assuming what my character is going to do next. If you want to have the scene go a certain way, there's a way you can write it and if my character does deviate from your original plan, you can take the story elsewhere. That's what can make rp really fun! The only times I'm willing to let it slide is in drabbles, lol.

My other pet peeve is taking what my character does way too personally outside of character. Like, ya'll know this is fake, right? lmao. At the end of the day, we're just writing our silly little characters in our silly little worlds. If it's ruining your day that badly, please go outside and touch some grass.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — So I'm actually a huge sucker for romance plots. Romance, fluff, smut, slice of life. Also omegaverse, hehehe. I'm also a huge historical romance nut (think Bridgerton, lol)!

I've sort of moved on from fandom muses and now focus more on OC's (I really only rp on Discord these days, and 9/10 times it's M/M. I do have a F/F historical romance plot that I adore rn tho). Strelly and Cindy are the first muses I've picked up in years, and started rping on Tumblr again. So sometimes I feel rusty playing an established character I didn't make myself. But I'm trying! 〒▽〒 Anyways, give me that romantic nasty shit!! And make it gay as hell!!

plot or memes — Both! I think it's fun to meme and get into a character's mind that you normally wouldn't get a chance to play out. Or just being silly gooses. But I'm also down for always plotting and making something deep and personal!

long or short replies — Either, or! It depends on the plot, the situation that's happening in the story, or what length my rp partner sends me. I'm pretty good about matching the length of a partner's. Unless I got nothing else to say, then it'll be on the shorter side. Like, if our characters are just chatting and there's no action involved, of course it's going to be short.

best time to write — In the mornings! I do rp replies in between slow periods at work. I work from home, so I can get away with it, lol. Which is why you'll see me online for a good part of the day. It's also when I have the most energy. I'm an early bird and I'm burnt out by the time the evening rolls around. Sometimes I can write in the evenings, but that's very rare. So I try to knock out as much as I can in the mornings.

I'm rarely RARELY available on the weekends. That's when I'm the busiest~

are you like your muse —

I'd say yes. Although I don't have a green thumb like Strelitzia. I can't keep plants alive for the life of me. I have a lot self doubts like her too, and I struggle to make friends since I'm incredibly shy and struggle to connect with others on a personal level. ಥuಥ Me and Strelly be fighting for our lives out here!

Cinderella though, I resonate with her a lot. I grew up in a household where I was the cleaner and cook, and I just... know exactly how she feels, LOL.

tagged by: No one! Stolen from Litoredeem. Tagging: Feel free to steal!

#{; ooc prompt ;}#{; dashboard meme ;}#{; just a little way to introduce myself to you all uwu ;}

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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c3x20 a slice of death

I love this episode already. I've worked in family owned diners with rivalries, I love stories about italian new yorkers & I've definitely seen goncharov (tho that also had russian mafia).

Poor alexis, that is humiliating! This is so sad! Who has a live band playing? She's 17 cool. She was 15 in s1e1 & she's 17 near the end of s3. Cool

I love all the nicks & their names this is the life. It reminds me of that steven universe episode with the fry shop & pizza shop.

Not super funny, either of you. Nick Jr. Uh, authentic, not terrific. I love the new york pizza scene & how everyone knows who is whom but it's so confusing & I loved this episode so much when I first watched it

Oh but I kept her number! I don't think there's going to be a second date. So new york. So italian. This Is The Best Episode Ever. Exactly! Who wrote this episode??? It is amazing!

Maybe they did get it from a medical school, you don't know beckett!

They used the same audio already. I mean it's not a big deal.

Costumes: Rick: brown coat (gasp browncoat?) & violet/blue shirt Ryan: tbh he looks like he did in s1 a bit. idk why. So what looks like an aviator jacket, nice dark brown, leather looking, has the fuzz in the hood/collar, no lapels, dark brown tie, actually a good brown, & a plaid-type dress shirt (purple, maybe another shade of purple idk, probs black & white in there too, maybe grey & blue & pink... idk I'm not good with this... I think it's brown actually) Espt: Leather jacket & normal collared shirt underneath. It's like, safari style almost. Collared so it is fancy enough for work, but the put-together of the blocks is odd. Beckett: Detective coat. (double breasted light grey trench coat looking thing)

Castle: We should talk to the other Nicks. Ryan: He's right. Pizza is serious business in this town. (Remember that mafia family who used the pizza shop as a front but then became legitimate bc the pizza was so good?) Beckett: Ok you can talk to them. Ryan: wait; Me? no; why? (why is he upset at this...? I'm also rly sad castle didn't go with him)

Pottery kiln? Like Joy from the The Cat Who series! She made red ceramics & when I say she MADE red ceramics...

RM: I heard you found a body in the oven at terrific nick's KB: Authentic nick's RM: OH THANK GOD, the wife loves terrific nick's lmao full bodied flavour (btw yes I do indeed love his jacket)

Castle that's a heck of a leap & the audio reflecting the mood XD Gordon BURNS??? b'y the pic would have also been melted.

Oh. Poor man. Hugs to him. Oh not the pizza wars XD.

Terrific, authentic, & otherwise.

Sounds like u'r talking from experience espt. Did you survive firefights with gangbangers & then got killed doing a speeding ticket? & then came back to life to join homicide so u could investigat ur own death?

Nice handkerchief, murdoch vibes. KB: U ok? RC: Yeah no yeah... I wonder if he ever did that with alexis, had her colouring while he was signing books. Espt had that much information thrown at him in that short amount of time he was gone? Poor ryan, exiled to work talking to all the other nicks, & then exiled again to work computer stuff Wrong nick bro XD I thought he meant nick jr.

Hold the extra cheese wasn't funny.

Oh def steal the oven. Ah yes italian new york mobster money laundering in a pizza place? So the captions are willing to put nada in the captions here but put "speaking spanish" last episode when esposito said it? Seriously? Seriously?? You couldn't write "nada"? Like at this point it's a loanword & everyone knows what it means, but even so you should still write down everything that is said. Not translated, not "speaking [language]" but the actual words.

Like how he says "luds" for L.U.D.s I love his fake little accent he does "i'll kill ye"

True. You can't threaten to kill someone, it is not covered in free speech. It's the fat isn't it.

You can find out where things are from a phone call on a cell? That's sus af.

Tips the concierge even tho u'r not really here. Love it. Rick speedreading moments. Who would write nicely like that & then spend an entire page of notebook on two lines of writing? RC: *sees a cool new app* KB: no RC: Fine but you don't get to play my angry birds! Ok that was the funny one, the only funny one. I wonder if they had pizza!

Still do! (he's literally an author)

So WHEN were u in a relationship? fate <3 (except he withheld the information abt the story he was working on for a reason, if you've seen it before like me u can see why.)

Ryan with the financials! How big are new york blocks?

Woah a nice transition! Cool!

Nice heck yeah party crasher!

Woah language but martha is right. She's totally allowed to swear in this situation. It's like the kitchen. No swears at my catholic school unless you were working an event with the culinary program & physically in the kitchen. RC: Bitch! *realizes what he said & covers mouth*

Aw cyberbullying...

RC: Where's beckett? KR: Uh, Hall of Records. Tracking down what Burns was looking for. (Pink shirt : ) & also a vest, he looks pretty) RC: Great. *hands Beckett's coffee to Ryan* (we know time that ryan & esposito stole castle & beckett's coffee & then switched after one sip that ryan like beckett flavoured coffee & espt likes castle flavoured coffee) RC: Listen, if I gave you a website, could you have your friends at Tech hack into it and take some pictures down? (bribing ryan & not his friends at tech?) KR, taking the paper from castle with a little smile: Did someone find naked pictures of you again? (HOLD ON WHAT? & HAS RICK ASKED RYAN TO DO THIS BEFORE?) KR: *unfolds paper with a lighthearted little smile at castle's antics* RC: No. Not me. It's Alexis. KR: *stops* KR: *thinking someone posted castle's daughter's nudes & now castle is asking him to take them down* KR: *looks up at him with fear in his eyes* (also bc she is 17 her pics would technically be CP & this would be a bigger issue so maybe that's what ryan was thinking. He was thinking they needed to take this to Vice or smth.) RC: This is for Alexis KR: *eyes searching* KR: Uh, this just got awkward. What's this about? (his voice suddenly got hella squeaky) RC: Okay. Mean girl at school kiss ambushed Alexis's boyfriend (ryan nods & makes faces in sympathetic outrage) then posted the photographic proof on her website. Alexis is very upset. KR: Mmm. I-- I could have my friend Tony take care of it. You know, off the record. (Love a good "tony") RC: Thanks. And, uh, no need to mention this to Beckett. You know how she gets with these things (Castle and Ryan smile & start to laugh & go to sip their coffees. Beckett appears and grabs her cup from Ryan.) KB: Things like abusing police resources for your own personal agenda? RC: Whaat? That's ridi-- No, you don-- No. That's-- that's--- (Castle gives Ryan the OK sign as he follows Beckett to her desk. Ryan slips the slip of paper into his vest meaning he's still willing to help out rick & his daughter even w/o the coffee bribery) Yes yes yes castle yes ryan this is an abuse of power but that is so valid & I think it's funny & great & I love it Ryan, trying to act casual after this little thing: Yep?

Espt has a denim-looking dress shirt on what & then beckett has a nice green scarf & longsleeve

Yo the guy's alive??

Ooh I love a good noire film but why say noowahr instead of nwar. RC: I haven't heard the story... Oh... that sucks.. he couldn't even crawl over to hold her. That's got to be traumatic.

Neat, learning abt history. Cool. So Ryan was in narcotics back in '03, he went into homicide in '06 maybe, & then three years later (I might be mixing this up with Ike Thornton's (fake) death tho) as mentioned in I think that very episode, castle shows up: '09. 03 narco, 09 castle shows up & there is a mention of "three years ago" so, 06 ike dies ryan goes into homicide. idk I'm just trying to get a timeline. Anyway, I always love it when they bring back character's pasts before we knew them. & during this Ryan is also fidgeting with his file, point for the adhd ryan headcanon.

Castle never specified HOW to flip it so he could follow the movements. Glad he said to slow it down tho. Is the man left handed?

Alexis got into a fight? Good for her. Oh no castle & ryan & tony got alexis in trouble : ( but also XD Heck yeah girl! Tho yeah rick you're right violence is not the answer "& then one of you ends up dead in a pizza oven" & then he quotes beckett & hugs her. RC: Did u kick her ass? AC: I kind of did RC: Good girl. Good. Even when he tells her retaliation is not the way, he still lets her know.

Bro teenagers ARE criminal masterminds. High school bullies are NOT some dumb-as-bricks doorknob who beats you & but can't chew gum & walk at the same time, they really can be evil geniuses.

Costumes: Castle & beckett are normal, tho I don't like beckett's shirt. Esposito is wearing a boring not-fancy long-sleeve with jeans & ryan is wearing a typical dark blue dress shirt & dress pants, no tie this time, nice grey coat. Really fancy coat too. I like it.

How can you tell someone dialed the numbers for a call but never hit send...? Unless it was already on the phone & they didn't get erased for some reason. Mine closes every time I switch apps.

Esposito, breakin down the doors! Music is great rn! The boys just run out the window

Oh so she IS in with the drug dealers.

She's good. She's really good. I'm speaking from the perspective of having seen this before. It's obvious that he CANNOT be cavallo pretending to be his own right-hand-one. Poor R+E, out of breath from the chase So she DID know those names when castle asked her the first time!

OH MY GOODNESS HOLY CRAP THAT'S A LOT OF FIGHTING & POOR RYAN IN THE MIDDLE TRYING TO GET THEM TO STOP

Castle u really just went back on what u & beckett put ur money on? Whose tab? Whose tab did they put it on? What? Winner winner pizza dinner & wow that's a lot of smack.

He's a pizza man! He would never disrespect his oven like that! It is SO not his speed castle! Oh so you wanted to burn down authentic nick's? Girl if you can call him then that's helping!

See like this is what got my eyes on ryan in the first place, his movements are so weird, like he's walking too big for his body. Oh & again unassuming middleman is dumb

Is she limping? why is she in homicide? I thought she was in narco. also I can't use my question mark button on tumblr anymore for some reason & so it reloaded the page & got rid of a mini fanfictioin I wrote & I am fucking upset. I had added some notes to my liveblog. What the hell tumblr^/ why won't you let me use a proper question mark^/ at least my french é&É still work. Ηοwever, my greek keyboard does not.

Ok sweetheart, just Don't Use Easy-to-Catch Names Calls ryan & esposito the best detectives. Ooh une femme fatale

Love the music & oh no please don't be nick's pizza Oh thank goodness it's stephano's So mature of Alexis OH THAT IS A GOOD LOOKING PIZZA

& it seems like all the bonus features are deleted scenes which I have seen. Yuck tho I don't need to see this.

#castle 3x20 #castle 3x20 spoilers #castle 3x20 quote #the pizza episode

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elliespuns · 1 year ago

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I've seen ppl answering these and I know you probaby don't do these but I thought I could at least try via ask. Anyway, you don't have to answer these if you don't want to. Love you dude, btw

• How old are you? • Tall or short? • Sexuality? • Describe yourself briefly • Something you like about yourself? • Favorite hobbies outside your blog? • Something no one would guess about you • Weird quirks you have • One talent you wished you had • A word your friends would use to describe you • Craziest thing that's ever happened to you • Have you ever been in love? • What is your biggest fear? • Why did you start this blog? • Your favorite food? • Least favorite food? • Favorite TV shows? • Favorite movie of all time? • Favorite musicians? • Do you have any pets?

I don't usually participate in these, but you being so nice and all... I can make an exception.

How old are you? I'm 30

Tall or short? Very short, I'm only 5'1 ft, 156 cm

Sexuality? Eh, I don't like labeling myself but if I had to, it'd say bisexual.

Favorite hobbies outside your blog? I write; creative writing, poetry. Both fulfil my creative mind. Then I love reading (ofc). I also draw, play video games, work with graphic programs and I love taking pictures.

Something no one would guess about you I have a very high sex drive, lmao 🫣😂 and people would never guess this about me, cause I literally look like I have a ribbon buckled to my vagina.

Weird quirks you have Oh, god, I can't stand hand cuts. Like you can literally show me a vid of someone having their throat slit and I'll be fine, but then you show me a vid of someone having their palm sliced, or simply just someone cutting their finger and I'll go all asdfghjklsdfghjk.

One talent you wished you had Damn, I wish I could draw from imagination. I can draw but I can't ever draw anything just by trying to see it in my head. That's so fucking frustrating. And weird. Anyone else having this problem?

A word your friends would use to describe you Idk about one word, but my best friend says I'm the funniest person she has ever met, so does that count? Lol, Idk why she says this.

Craziest thing that's ever happened to you Omg, trauma alert... when my boss (a male) caressed the top of my head.

Have you ever been in love? I still am.

Your favorite food? Lentils, that's the shit.

Least favorite food? I'd say meat.

Do you have any pets? My chonky boi guinea pig

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cherryeol04 · 2 years ago

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Action! | Ch. 19

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.9K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Aron’s POV

“How’s Ren doing?” I asked, staring to my right at Minhyun. I was so nervous, so I thought I would bring up a safe topic. This was my first date since I left the states and my first date ever with another guy. I never thought Minhyun would be so receptive and actually accept it. After what happened with JR, even though the other did finally apologize, I was sure Minhyun was going to refrain from opening his heart to another.

Though, I don’t think he has really opened his heart to me, still at least I know he’s willing to go out with me and maybe again if I asked.

“He’s…doing?” Minhyun asked as he poked at his food. Turning to me, he sighed. “I don’t know what to do. He’s my best friend and he was there for me when all the issues with JR happened.” He said softly. “I feel bad that I don’t know how to help him.” I frowned a bit and nodded, taking a bit of my own dish.

“Well, I mean you are there for him. “ I said. I’ve noticed Minhyun was always around Ren, especially when the other seemed a bit more down and depressed than normal. It was just like that when Minhyun needed Ren for ‘JR Fiasco’ as I liked to call it.

“I am. Still.” He said and looked away, shaking his head. “Baekho is an idiot. He doesn’t see what this show is doing. How we have an even bigger rift now in our group. Ren really likes him.” Minhyun said and shook his head. “He even cried one night while practicing Yeoboseyo. It’s so heartbreaking.” He said softly.

Reaching out, I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and rubbed it. “He’ll get through it. Ren’s strong. “I said. I wasn’t sure though. I knew very little about Baekho and Ren’s friendship. I just knew they had been together since our trainee days. A friendship like that, going through all we have gone through, is very strong. To suddenly be torn like it is…I’m not sure if Ren will get through it, or if he does that his sanity will still be intact.

“You’re right.” Minhyun said and smiled at me. “Ren’s strong, he can do this.” He said and nodded. “So, let’s switch topics okay? Let’s talk about something happy.” I could tell I chose the wrong topic. Damn it! I thought it was safe. Now what to do we talk about? Well, what do I know about Minhyun?

…

This is bad.

“So, why did you ask me out?” The question threw me off guard. I don’t know how long I stared at him, but it was long enough for him to get upset over it and push me lightly.

“Huh, what?” I asked.

“Are you stupid?” Minhyun asked and I smiled, laughing lightly. It made him laugh too and suddenly, I felt at ease. At least enough to go back to eating.

“Sometimes I am.” I answered him as I thought on his question. “Honestly?” I asked.

“Well I prefer you be honest with me. That’s how relationships are built, you know? On trust.” I wanted to smack him. He had such a smart mouth sometimes. It only made me love him more.

“I like you.” I told him. Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I watched his reaction. It was Minhyun’s turn to just stare now. After some time passed and he was still staring, I sighed. “What?”

“Nothing! I just…” he paused. “Why me?” he finally asked. “Why not Ren? He’s cute and sweet. Why not someone else?”

“Well god Minnie, if you don’t want me to like you then I’ll go find someone else.” I said and started to get up.

“No wait!” Minhyun said and grabbed my arm. Looking back at him, I smiled some and sat back down. “That’s not what I meant. I’m just surprised.” He said and looked away.

“Why is that?” I asked him. I want to know why liking him would be such a surprise. It’s not that hard to look at Minhyun and just love him.

“Well, I mean…after…” he trailed off and sighed.

“Stop it.” I told him coldly. He looked up at me with a shocked expression. “We’re putting that in the past Minnie. He’s already asked for forgiveness and I understand if you never can forgive him, but let’s put this behind us.” I told him. “JR isn’t into men, so of course he’s not going to find you appealing like that. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“How can you say that?” Minhyun asked.

“Because I’m your hyung and I can. Minnie, you’re smart, handsome and talented. You have so much going for you. You’re an attractive person if you would just believe in yourself.” I said.

“I did believe in myself, up until what happened.” Minhyun said and sighed. “And tall. You forgot tall.” He added and I snorted. Always bringing that up, the little brat.

“Yes and tall.” I said and smiled. “So I like you. I’ve always thought of asking you out, but you know. I wasn’t sure.”

“So what? You thought you would wait until my heart was ripped to pieces before riding gallantly to pick them up?” I stared at him, mouth open slightly. He read too many fantasy books. But the way he said it, it was almost hurtful. It sounded like I was trying to be the rebound guy. I’ve had my fair share of being the rebound guy and I hated it.

“No Minnie.” I said. “That’s not why I waited. I didn’t know if you were like that.” I said carefully. “But then what happened occurred and information was thrown out there. I don’t want you to think that I’m just asking you out to play the ‘hero’.” I said and sighed, picking at my food. “I do like you, Minnie and even though I hate JR and what he did, I’m glad it did happen in a way. If not, I don’t think I would have ever asked you out.”

Minhyun was watching me, his gaze so intense it felt like it was burning into my soul. “Then I’m glad it happened too.” He said with a small blush. I grinned and nudged him slightly, making him giggle. I hadn’t heard Minhyun giggle in a long time. And it wasn’t the girly giggle girls do. It was a manly giggle…though I don’t know how someone could manage that. But Minhyun did. I didn’t see him as some girly gay. He wasn’t. He was still a man, acted like one all the time. But there were just some things that he did that were so fucking cute!

“I’m glad then.” I said. Reaching over, I picked up some of his food and held it out to him. “Saw ‘Ah’.” I told him. Minhyun stared at the food before opening his mouth obediently and took the bit of food, eating it happily. Moving, he returned the favor and held out food for me to take. Opening my mouth, I took the offered food and chewed on it happily. For some reason the food tasted even better now that I was being fed.

This was a wonderful date. Even if it did start off rocky. Now I knew what to talk about and what to stay away from. And the best part was, even when we got home, the date didn’t have to end. We shared the same room! Damn, how did I get so lucky?

~*~*~

“Where have you two been?” JR asked as we walked into our dorm, laughing lightly.

“Out.” Minhyun answered, staring at him.

“Out where?” he pressed.

“We were on a date JR.” I said. The look that crossed his face had me bracing myself. But the other didn’t say anything. He simply turned and went back to watching TV. Shaking my head, he led Minhyun to our room and stopped him at the door.

“Gosh, I had a really great time tonight.” I said, rubbing the back of my head lightly. He laughed and smacked my arm.

“Idiot.” He said.

“Gee Minhyun, would it be alright if I came in?” Minhyun rolled his eyes and opened the door, walking in. I walked in after him and followed him to his bed. Taking Minhyun’s arm, I stopped him.

“Aron, enough with the games. I had-” I cut him off as I kissed him. After all, what was a date without the first kiss? He was still and I knew I crossed the line. Pulling back, I looked away in shame.

“Sorry.” Silence fell between us and I sighed. Yup, I fucked this up. “Yeah I’m just going to go.” I said and started for the door. I felt his hand grab my arm and I stopped, looking back at him.

“Don’t go.” He whispered, staring at me. “I had a great time tonight Aron. Thank you.” He said. He closed the distance between us and kissed me. It was short and sweet and I was in heaven. Minhyun pulled back and my hand reached up to touch my lips. They were tingling.

“Hey, any time.” I said and laughed softly. “Are you busy this weekend?”

“Hyung.” Minhyun said. “You know what my schedule is, idiot. Of course I’m not busy.” He teased me and smacked my arm. Damn, he must be taking lessons from Ren. That’s just what we needed, two violent boys in our group.

“Well then, I’ll pick you up at six.” I said and grinned.

“I’ll be waiting.” Minhyun said. Nodding, I kissed his cheek before stepping back.

“I’m going to shower. So unless you want to come, you should let go of my arm.” I said. The flush that spread over the other’s face had me wanting to kiss him again. Minnie was just too adorable. If this relationship works out well, I might have issues with keeping my hands off of him.

“Sorry. Have fun showering.” He said. Nodding, I left our room and headed for the shower. I didn’t get far down the hall when Ren’s door opened and he stepped out. I stopped, staring at the red eyes and puffy face.

“Ren, what happened?” I asked. Our maknae moved and wrapped his arms around me, crying into my chest. “Ren.” I said as I held him, rubbing his back. “What’s wrong?” The blond lifted his head and stared at me, fresh tears still falling.

“He told her…he told her he liked her and asked her out hyung.” He sobbed. “He asked me what a good place to take her to was.” I frowned, knowing what Ren was talking about. If only Baekho wasn’t such a clueless idiot, that he could see what he was doing to Ren. Maybe he did know and just didn’t want to admit it. Or he was doing it on purpose? No, Baekho was an idiot, but he wasn’t mean like that. He couldn’t be. Maybe he was just that damn clueless.

“It’s alright Ren; it’s going to be alright.” I told him, rubbing his back. I led the other back to my room and passed him off to Minhyun. I wanted to be there for Ren, but I wasn’t that good with dealing with upset people. I nearly fucked up the last time I tried to be the shoulder for Minhyun to cry on. Minhyun and Ren were the best at comforting people.

Leaving the mess with Minnie, I went to take and shower and think. This was really destroying Ren and Baekho had no idea. What the hell could be done though? An intervention? Yeah, and intervention! He was supposed to be back this weekend. That’s what will do, and maybe get this shit sorted out. I just hope Ren can last that long.

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goosewriting · 2 years ago

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One last chance (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: after sending Casey through the portal back in time, Leo ends up accidentally falling through it as well. he comes face to face with y/n, who had died in his time.

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader (established)

warnings: fluff, angst, comfort. mention of character death and the krangpocalypse. based on the start of the movie but doesn’t follow the plot 100%

word count: 3.5k

A/N: inspired by this post by @jasontoddisbest. as i went back to get the link i realised i actually read the post wrong lmao i might do one for that if i feel inspired and people like this one,, for now enjoy this one. (it‘s my first time writing a fic and english is not my first language. please be kind ;;v;; constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

Navigation: Part 1 (you‘re here) | Part 2 | Part 3

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„And do me a favour” Leo said to Casey, grabbing him tightly by the shoulder. “After you’re done saving the world, grab a slice!“ he shouted as he flung the unsuspecting boy through the portal Mikey had made moments before. As Casey's body passed the gateway, he disappeared in yellow zaps and flames.

Seeing the last of his brothers be consumed into nothingness in front of Leo's eyes started weighing in on him after Casey was no longer in view. He tried to convince himself that Mikey‘s sacrifice wouldn‘t be in vain. Jumping to the side to evade a Krang laser, he chanted ‘find the key, stop the Krang‘ in his mind over and over, hoping it would get through time and space to his protegee and give him the necessary strength.

Several Krang minions attacked at the same time, jumping onto Leo. With the handle of his sword he started smacking them away. A heavy knot set at the base of his stomach as Leo realised there was nothing more he could do for Casey or the world now, for he was the last one. His brothers, smack! his father, thwack! his friends, kick! his love. All gone.

With a side jump and a roll Leo evaded yet another laser; this time it had been too close though as the light had burnt a slight gash into his arm. He hissed through his teeth and was about to direct some profanities towards the last Krang monster still fighting him, when all of a sudden it turned on his heels, scurrying away. The ninja was about to use that as his chance to flee, when his eyes followed the path the little pest was heading towards. His blood ran cold at the sight of the portal still open and zapping. The alien was about to go back in time as well!

“Oh no, you don’t!” Leo yelled as he charged at the gooey creature with his sword, slicing it in half, causing it to give a high-pitched screech. With the last remnants of its life force, the alien decided to avenge its own death by biting Leo in the ankle. He managed to lift his leg just in time, evading the sharp teeth, but the unforeseen action made him lose his balance, and he stumbled backwards, accidentally falling through the portal.

His shell was met with hard concrete, and the New York night lights blinded him for a second, even though it was a welcome change from the constant red, fire and misery he had seen and lived in the last decade.

“Oh no, no no no-“ he cursed at himself for being so careless, quickly standing to his feet and picking up his sword. The sounds of cars, the city bustling and music somewhere far off filled his ears. It was so very tempting to turn around and take in a breath of the city, to let his eyes go over the masses of people and the skyscrapers still standing. Luckily the portal had opened in a dark alleyway away from curious eyes, not that the average New Yorker would stand and stare anyways. They had always seemed untroubled by most very not normal circumstances. This thought put a little smile on his face, which quickly turned into a frown. He wasn’t meant to be here. He didn’t know how long the portal would stay open either, so he had to get to the other side and stop anything else from coming through. With newfound resolution he was just about to leap through the gateway, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

— — —

Since you hadn’t heard from the turtle brothers all day, you decided to go pay them a visit. None of them had seen your messages, not even your boyfriend Leo. But Donnie not seeing them was even stranger, since he basically carried all his tech around with him at all times, even more so his phone. April had gone radio silent too. The last thing you knew is that she was on some sort of self-proclaimed mission to unveil the mystery of the chemistry department at the university. Since your texts weren’t even going through to her, you supposed she had run out of battery, like many other times.

You looked up at the sound of echoing footsteps and the panting of someone with what seemed to be a mask and a hockey stick, running into the streets and getting lost in the vast ocean of people. He had hurriedly come out of an alleyway a couple metres ahead of you. Stuffing your phone back in your pocket you decided it would be best to cross the street and not get involved in whatever is going on in that alleyway. Meanwhile you made a mental note to get April a powerbank sometime soon, as you didnt’ like it when everyone ignored you all at once. Especially today when you’ve been having this weird queasy feeling all day that you couldn't shake off.

The night breeze suddenly blew some leaves and papers over you, making you grip your hoodie tighter around your neck. You turned away from the street slightly, smoothing out the fabric over your shoulders. You were just about to continue making your way to the turtle’s lair again when you heard a zapping sound next to you. In the alleyway shone a bright yellow light, suspended in the air, and on the ground underneath lied some sort of creature. It rose to its legs and picked up a- wait, is that Leo’s sword? Taking a better look, the creature did look turtle-esque. Just much taller than the ones you knew. This piqued your interest and you silently approached from behind. Being closer and with the yellow light illuminating his frame, you concluded that that was indeed Leo’s sword, albeit much more tattered, and you also noticed the familiar yellow stripes on his uncovered arm. Just as familiar as the blue mask wrapped around his head.

For a moment you considered you had actually fainted or inhaled some gas leak somewhere since you were clearly hallucinating. But there was just something pulling you to him, he seemed so real, so familiar, there was something about him that just made him unmistakably-

“Leo?” you questioned more towards yourself than the figure in front of you. You saw the creature slightly jump at your voice, his shoulders tensing up. He slowly turned around, and as his body fully faced yours, you concluded that this giant turtle in front of you was indeed Leo but much… Taller? Rougher? Older? He’s still looking fine though. You mentally smacked yourself for that last one. This was no moment for thoughts like that. This was clearly a Leo from a different dimension or something. You were however unsure what to do or say. What if in his world, you two are enemies? What if he has no recollection of who you are? What if… you had never existed in his life at all?

That train of thought came and left within a fraction of a second, disappearing just as quickly as it formed, after having his eyes meet yours and seeing how the rugged features softened into that smitten yet somehow cocky look Leo had when looking at you, which you had grown to love.

He let go of his sword, letting it fall to the ground with a clang that echoed through the narrow alley you stood in. Taking a couple steps he came to stand in front of you, towering over you even more than usual, but you didn’t cower away or step back, in fact you met him halfway. Without a word, he simply fell to his knees and hugged you so tight yet so full of care not to hurt you, and with such emotion, that you felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You hugged him back to the best of your abilities. Even on his knees his face was almost level with yours.

“What happened?” you started questioning him in a soft voice. “Where did you come from? You know me, don’t you?” He didn’t exactly look in a mental or emotional state to answer your questions but your curiosity was starting to win over.

Just as you were formulating your next question, he let go and leaned back a bit to look you in the face, bringing up his massive hands to cup your cheeks. He softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, stroking up your temple and settling his hand at the nape of your neck, pushing you forward slightly to rest his forehead against yours. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

“I can’t tell you much, and I don’t know how much time I have.” His other hand snaked down and around your waist to press you against his chest, stressing the urgency he spoke with. His voice was soft, he spoke quickly but not in a hurried way to stumble over his own words. More in a there's so much I want to say and I don't know where to begin kinda way.

“Where I’m from, I lost you." is what he decided to go with. The turtle in front of you trembled ever so slightly, and you could tell there were a million things going through his brain right now. You silently waited for him to continue, but he didn't. He looked at you in a way that you could only describe as resignedly heartbroken. It tore you apart from within and you barely held back a sob. You wanted to comfort him somehow, tell him that you’re right there with him, but you didn’t know how. Your hands came up to hold his face, but he was already standing up, leaving your palms on his plastron, which was rougher than expected.

The light behind Leo zapped and flickered lightly; he took it as his cue to go. He turned back to you, slightly bending down to kiss your forehead. Without removing his lips from his kiss, he whispered into your skin. “I love you y/n. Always have. Always will. Take care of the guys for me, will ya?”

And with that he harshly turned, leaving you standing confused and inexplicably sad. Leo picked up his sword in a swift motion and turned to you one last time.

“Oh and say thank you to Mikey, for the goodbye gift!” the turtle exclaimed, winked at you, and disappeared into the light. It flickered and zapped a couple of times, then disappeared with a ‘whoosh!’, leaving you alone in the dark alleyway.

— — —

Your brain could not comprehend what just happened. Your legs seemed to move on their own, as they hurriedly carried you to the sewers. You were in full automatic mode, while in your head you kept replaying the scene again and again. Was he really from a different dimension? Does the multiverse exist? If you died in his world… could your Leo be fated to die in yours?

Your thoughts kept spiralling into a very negative, very dangerous zone. The more you tried to understand the occurrence before, the more your vision started tunneling towards one goal only: find Leo and make sure he’s safe.

“I can explain!” sounded a voice you didn’t know through the halls of the turtle’s lair. That made you snap out of your very dark thoughts back into reality, which is when you noticed you had already arrived at your destination. Only now did you realise how out of breath you were; you must have come running full speed. Clutching your hoodie over your crazy beating heart, you made your way into the living room where everyone seemed to be gathered around a guy tied to a chair, which was hanging from the ceiling.

Raph was the first to notice you and was about to greet you but you pushed past him without a word, bee-lining towards Leo. You basically tackled him into a hug, making him go “oomph!” from the impact, and he hugged you back.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked. But you refused to look up and buried your face between his shoulder and his neck, sniffling. Oh great, you thought, now I’m gonna cause a scene here in front of everyone and that guy- who is that anyways?

“I was just- and you were-“ you said between muffled sobs. “and I was so scared something had happened!”

Finally you looked up and your ache was transformed into rage as you turned around abruptly, looking at the other turtles.

“Why did none of you respond to my texts?!” you said angrily at no one in particular, tears running down your cheeks. “I was so worried, and then I had the weirdest meeting ever with-“.

“y/n?” A voice interrupted your rambling. You looked up to glare at the boy tied to the chair. You felt like you had seen him before somewhere. Then you noticed the mask and the hockey stick, and that’s when you realised it was the guy from the alleyway.

“What is he doing here?” You asked somewhat derogatorily, pointing at the hanging prisoner, as Donnie cut the rope and pulled the chair back up with one of his robotic arms.

“And more importantly: why do you know their name?” Leo questioned the boy, throwing one arm over your shoulders to squeeze you reassuringly.

“Because you told me stories about them!” Casey said, directed at Leo, and took a deep breath. He proceeded to explain how he came from the future, which made everyone break out in laughter, except for you. As his explanation of an apocalyptic future invaded by aliens went on, your earlier meeting made more and more sense.

You were about to ask more about your relationship with future Leo when Splinter started retelling the legend of the Krang. Casey said they had to retrieve a key, but as it turns out, they had been on a mission today where they already failed to take that key and the Foot ended up snatching it. At least that would explain why no one had answered your texts all day.

The turtle brothers started making a plan on how to get back the key from the Krang, exiting the room. Except that they left Casey tied to the chair. He asked if anyone would untie him into the room, and you approached him.

“Master y/n” Casey spoke with a smile. “It really is you! All of you! I still can’t believe it worked. Master Michelangelo…” he trailed off at that last part, his smile replaced with a sad grimace. He shook his head as if to shake the thoughts out of his head, and redirected his attention to you. All the while, you had been untying the ropes on his chair. Loosening the last knot, you got back to your feet and planted yourself in front of Casey, whose name you still didn’t know, and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So who are you again?” you asked in a demanding tone. “How exactly did you get here? And why did you come alone?”

At the last question, he looked pained again and his gaze shifted to the side. As he stood up you noticed he was taller than you so he looked down at you and set his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m Casey, but there’s no time.” he urged. “We have to go get the key. I’ll answer your questions on the way.” Casey moved to follow the group but you grabbed him by his cape and yanked him back. Your fist clenched the fabric so hard your knuckles were going white.

“No.” you said without meeting his gaze. Instead you were looking down at your hands. “You’re going to tell me why I met an older Leo in the same alley you came from, and why he looked so heartbroken and why he said he lost me. I’m right here! What did he mean? Am I gonna-“

“Y/n, stop. Please.” Casey spoke softly and took your hands in his, to signal you should let go of his cape. You didn’t. He sighed, looked back to check that no one else was within listening range, and turned back to you. He lowered his head a bit and spoke almost with a whisper.

“All I know is I’m here and we have a second chance. That’s all that matters. What happens to me, to you, to any of us, none of it matters if the Krang come here and devastate everything. What difference will it be to you if I tell you what happened? Will you treat Master Leonardo differently? I don’t think he’d want that.”

He did have a point. What would you win knowing what happens in the future, to you or any of the turtles for that matter? You would live every moment in fear and anxiety, and you already had enough of the latter to last several timelines.

You tilted your head thinking it over, and decided that he was right. “Fine.” you finally said looking up at him. You wanted to add something else to that, you weren’t even sure what exactly, but Leo appeared from around the corner and saw you basically holding hands with Casey.

“What’s taking you so long, Padawan o’ mine?” he asked Casey and nonchalantly pushed his hands away from yours, taking them in his instead. “Let’s go! We know where the Foot is. Let’s go get that key. Again” Leo mumbled that last part.

As Casey made his way to the group, the turtle faced you fully.

“So what was that earlier? Is everything okay?” he asked cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “You looked pretty shaken.”

You noticed how his hand wasn’t quite as big as the one from older Leo, and thinking that maybe you wouldn’t be there to see him grow, both physically and as a person, made you tremble and there were the tears again. You placed your hands on his plastron and bit your bottom lip, not being able to meet his eyes. Should you tell him? Casey said maybe it’s better if he didn’t know at all. He would definitely go into over-protective mode and never let you leave his side if you told him there was a chance you might get hurt, or worse. You didn’t even know what happened or when or where.

“Hey” Leo placed his hand under your chin and slightly pushed your face to meet his gaze. He was starting to get worried. With a slight nod he urged you to talk. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You decided that it would be best he never hears of this encounter. You’d just spend every waking minute making sure he knows how much he means to you.

Without a word you grabbed onto his face and kissed him hard, trying to convey all of your feelings. He reciprocated, placing his arms around your waist. You broke the kiss to pepper his face with little kisses instead. On his cheeks, his nose, his neck, anywhere you could reach. This made him chuckle and he lightly swayed you from side to side.

“You know I love you right?” you asked him.

“I do, and I love you too. Very much-“

“No, no. I mean it. I love you.” Again tears were forming at the corner of your eyes. Your voice became but a whisper against his neck. “Please promise me you’ll stay by my side forever.”

“Y/n where is this coming from?” You only hugged him harder to get an answer. He hugged back just as tightly. “Of course I will. I promise. I love you so much y/n. You’re never getting rid of me.”

The last comment made you smile through your tears. You pulled back to kiss him one last time and ran your hand through your hair, sniffling. With the back of your sleeve you dried your face and Leo’s as well, as you realised you had stained his cheeks in your tears. As you brushed over his cheek, he looked at you with the same love-struck face you had seen on older Leo not long before, just not as… sad. Things will be different, you told yourself. They’ll be better. I’ll be better. I’ll make sure of it.

“Alright then” you said with newfound motivation. You took Leo’s hand in yours, him already wearing his signature smirk. You pulled him to where the group was already waiting for you two. “Let’s get this bread”.

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Bonus:

A couple of days after defeating the Krang, Mikey found a home-made cake on the counter when entering the kitchen. Tucked underneath the plate was a note, which read “Thank you. -Leo”, but he clearly recognised your handwriting. The orange-clad turtle chuckled at that.

“Mystic hands!” he exclaimed, wriggling his fingers in the air, trying to telepathically get a fork out of the drawer.

You observed this while standing around the corner of the kitchen, hiding behind the door frame, only to see Mikey actually manage to rattle the cutlery drawer for a moment, the sound of clanging metal filling the room. Mikey gasped loudly and looked at his hands in awe.

“Thank you”, you whispered, on behalf of a turtle who, against all odds, got to see you one last time.

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt x reader

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again. A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

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You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him.

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

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taglist note: i chose not to tag in this work b/c it is an AU and was unsure if people were comfortable with being tagged in such.

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