#forgot my biggest pet peeve:

[masteredinstinct]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: coffee roleplayer pronouns: she/her muse name: louis de pointe du lac

preferred communication: i'm terrible at maintaining communication ooc but i think discord would be the best way to reach me . tumblr's IMs make my hands sweaty .

experience: way too long . i started roleplaying outside of tumblr in jcink boards . sometimes i stop for months , then come back , then go away , then come back again , then go away , then --- preferred roleplay type: i go for paragraphs , i love crossovers , like focusing on louis pre-vampirism and post-season 2 ( i love writing him no matter what it's just fun to expand on what hasn't been shown in the show ) . i'm much more into angst than fluff admittedly ... though if you fluff things up enough , the angst which comes afterwards will hit twice as hard . dropping and picking up 100 threads with the same writing partner , crying , not proof reading things , you know , the usual . pet peeves & dealbreakers: i confess i feel demoralised when i see that a rping blog has absolutely no ic posts / threads / ask replies ( not judging at all !!! i just don't feel that compelled to follow most times ) , vaguing / guilt-tripping on the dash , overly spaced out words ..... but it's been relatively easy avoiding or talking things out whenever faced with any of these things .

plot or memes: i think memes are a GREAT way to break the ice and see how characters interact . plotting for me feels easier and more natural after that first ic interaction which lets us know how our characters vibe together . does that make sense ? though i confess i also reply faster to people i toss ideas around with ... both . i love both plots and memes . long replies or short replies: long...i'm a yapper and i can't fucking control it apparently . this doesn't mean i expect long replies from my mutuals i just can't shut the fuck up .

best time to write: right after dinner at 9PM/10PM 'til i go to bed . during the day if i'm particularly bored at work ... but nighttime during the week is usually the best .

are you like your muse?: i too have issues sharing my true feelings and showing my more sensitive side even to those closest to me . i also tend to get the blues and self-isolate ... overly protective of those around me ... but you know . i don't like ... bite people . or cats . nor is my waist snatched so . you know . just a little bit .

tagged: my lord and saviour @lamourstre compelled me to reply to this thing tagging: tags hate me and i hate them , steal it from me .

[chinzhilla]

puts the reincarnated snake deity in my pocket for safekeeping

[mvp114]

[180823]

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Matt: concentration faces are coming out now as well and they're really ugly. Right... OP: ? Speak for yourself.

[biborispavlikovsky]

going insane from grading

[zemnarihah]

the effort it takes for me to not say smth so fucking mean to ppl who put unrelated fandom shit in band tags..........

[atouchofshadow]

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[irate-iguana]

If you saw the version of this post where I incorrectly used blonde/blond, no you didn’t.

Straight friend groups are like *blonde girl* *brunette girl* *frat boy* *blond guy* *the funny one*

Queer friend groups are like *ex-musician and survival cannibal who god won’t let die* *fragment of an eldritch god discovering the power of love* *search engine skull with obfuscated motives* *owl*

[wickjump]

Really quick question so I can prove a point, where does it say Cross is a swap variant?

If it doesn't say so, please provide evidence as to why many people believe him to be?

I too believe him to be a swap, but I cannot for the life of me research anything effectively

not on my a-game because i just woke up, but here. it’s never explicitly said “i, cross sans, am an underswap sans variant” but it’s explicitly said that his au is based on a swap timeline, he is mistaken by swap paps to be his brother, shows swap sans traits (eyes turn into stars, loves tacos, hates eating condiments), and was in the royal guard. if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it’s probably a duck.

these screenshots are of xtale timeline III (just the first one tho) where xgaster directly says that he has integrated underswap into his au’s code, and the rest is from underverse (forgot the part specifically) where cross is in an underswap timeline and experiences a significantly stronger emotional response than he’s gotten from being in any other au. there’s more there but im not gonna drag up too many screenshots, watching underverse on its own will be enough.

yah he’s a swap!!! so you can have all in one place heres more evidence of cross being a swap.

him being disgusted by classic sans traits like drinking condiments, only not sitting by swap because he doesn’t feel like eating tacos that day (implying he normally does, also sorry this is so grainy)

his casual outfit being the bandana!!! the fluffy outfit we see is a uniform that he initially did not like, and he only wears sweaters on distinctly special occasions (such as to piss off xgaster), and the boob-window was makeshift. the bandana is his casual clothing! in pretty much every outfit where he isn’t wearing the uniform or boob-window, he is wearing his swap outfit. in timeline x, the ‘cross’ timeline, he is never seen wearing a hoodie!! previous timelines (such as timeline I, where he was entirely a classic sans) are void because they have been overwritten and no longer ‘exist’

cross loving tacos is something everyone knows and is easy to find, but im putting this image back here just in case. also because i like it a lot

in fact in one of his mini taco frenzies in underverse, swap paps says something like “are you sure you’ve never met my brother?”

again i just woke up so im not on my a-game with this but yah he is a swap sans people are just in denial which is one of my biggest fandom pet peeves atp. if he was a classic sans, he’d be really bad at being one.

[writer-in-theory]

A Cat Named Eddie — part three.

part one part two part three

--

"I know, I know, Eds," Steve coos the moment the door shuts, pressing a kiss to the top of the cat's head and stepping further into the house. "So much yelling, 'm sorry for scaring you."

"Did you scare my sweet prince? How dare you!" Robin calls from the living room, spun around on the couch to glare at him. Steve rolls his eyes, handing off the cat who immediately curls up in her lap. Traitor.

"No, his namesake did." Steve places his hands on the back of the couch, leaping over it like he might a hurdle to land beside Robin. Both her and Eddie give him the same look: annoyance, irritation, disbelief that he had the gall to disturb them. "Showed up yelling about how he deserves an apology."

"Seriously?" Robin asks, hand stopping her petting of Eddie until the cat nips as a signal to continue. "Bastard," she hisses, looking down at the creature, "you and your namesake."

"Don't call my cat a bastard," Steve says, nudging Robin's elbow with his foot as he extends his legs and leans back against the armrest of the couch.

"Seriously, though. Eddie just showed up and demanded an apology?"

"Yep," Steve pops the 'p' and crosses his arms over his chest.

"That doesn't sound like Eddie," Robin says, raising an eyebrow in his direction. "Is this another moment where I find out how dramatic you are?"

"No," Steve nearly shouts, rolling his eyes at little Eddie's huff of annoyance at his volume. "I'm not dramatic. That's exactly how it happened."

"Steven-"

"My name isn't short for Steven, I've told you-"

"-there is no way it happened like that." Steve wanted to smack her. He also wanted to hug her. Best friends were really confusing sometimes.

"It basically happened like that," Steve corrects himself, leaning forward to pry Eddie off of Robins lap. The cat lasts for a few seconds on his lap before he slides off, curling up between Steve's hip and arm. "He accused me of making fun of him, which was completely off base, then he stands there and demands an apology from me like I'd done something wrong. And get this, Robs, he was looking at me like he did in school, which, fine but it hurts, you know? Then he sees little Eddie and he completely freaks out, acts like I never to—Oh, shit, Robin."

"What?"

"I messed up," Steve breathes, the hand not petting the cat moving to swipe through his hair. "I think I forgot to tell Eddie about Eddie."

He meant to, he really did. But from the first moment the name slipped from his mouth Steve knew it was something big. People didn't just name their pets after people for no reason, not even if they were merely friends. No this was important, and the more Steve thought about confessing to Eddie the more his head swam and his heart raced so hard he thought it might pop free from his chest. So sure, maybe he'd chosen to stop thinking about it.

"Steve! What do you mean?" Robin exclaims, sitting up to show how immersed in the conversation she was.

"Eddie and Eddie Hair-rington haven't met...technically," Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing against the response he knew he'd get from his friend.

"So you've been talking about little Eddie around big Eddie with literally zero context? Dingus!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"How many times has Eddie thought you called him a fucker? Or a bastard? Or a-"

"I get it!" Steve groans, "Still. I've heard the kids call him so much worse, and he didn't..." He didn't what? Didn't lay into their entire personalities? Their interests? Their whole fucking worth? Reduce all of it down to bullshit, bullshit, bullshit?

"You know what my biggest pet peeve is, Stevie?" Robin asks, voice oddly carrying a light lilt despite the heaviness sinking in Steve's chest.

"People stealing your mouthpiece?"

"Ew, no—but yes," Robin shudders. "No, it's when stupid, darling, stupid men don't get their shit together and kiss."

Best friends were terrible and Steve didn't like them, actually. It wasn't that he'd never thought about kissing Eddie—on the contrary, as time went on it became nearly impossible to have an interaction with the man without the thought crossing his mind—but rather that it was so damn obvious to Robin that he wanted to.

"I don't want to kiss Eddie," Steve tries, "I'm mad at him."

"No, dingus, you're heartbroken." She says it simply, like the thought should have occurred to him ages ago. It probably should have, of course, but there's no way Steve would ever tell her that. "And it sounds like he is too. So maybe try...oh I don't know...talking?"

"That's a terrible idea. Plan B."

"Steve," Robin admonishes, and it reminds him too much of when his middle school teacher used to talk to him in that voice, the kind that says she knows he knows what he did wrong. He does.

"Fine, fine! Next time Eddie shows up at Family Video I'll talk to him." Steve smirks, knowing he's already won. Eddie hadn't been in since the day he said such horrible things to Steve, when he left Steve breathless and fighting back shocked tears over realizing how Eddie really thought of him.

"Deal."

--

Steve Harrington should know never to doubt Robin Buckley.

The second Eddie walks through the double doors of Family Video, Steve's head hits the counter. He tucks it into his folded arms, hoping that might help him disappear. Maybe Eddie miraculously lost his idea of object permanence in the past twenty-four hours?

Eddie hits the little bell to signal he needs help. Robin loudly announces that she's going on break despite it being only nine in the morning and a mere hour into their shift. Steve feels like he might lurch over the side of a cliff.

"I don't have a lawn mower," Eddie says, and Steve still doesn't pick his head up from the counter. "I don't have anything to give you that would make up for this."

"I don't need anything from you," Steve says automatically, lifting his head to reveal a gentle smile on Eddie's face, the man's dark eyes shimmering in spite of the shitty fluorescent lights of the shop. "Everything's fine, Eddie."

"It's not," Eddie corrects, but not in the harsh way he'd thrown the words the previous night. He says it in the way he would remind him that Steve's character is a paladin, or that Ozzy was in Black Sabbath not Dio. It was the voice Eddie used when he pointed out the obvious in the kindest, most gentle way anyone could so as to spare Steve the embarrassment.

"It is," Steve insists, "and you know, it's kinda busy in here so—"

"Attention faithful Family Video patrons!" Eddie shouts, climbing up onto the counter and spreading his arms like he had thousands of people watching him instead of the ten or fifteen occupying the building.

"Eddie, c'mon, man, what are you doing?" Steve sighs, cheeks heating up red at all of the eyes staring at the two of them.

"I, Eddie Munson, officially admit that I was wrong. Not all jocks are airheaded and lame," Eddie continues, grinning and winking at one of the women giving him a nasty look. All Steve could do was drop his head into one hand, peering up at the man between his fingers. "Steve Harrington in all his brilliant heroism has shattered the Munson Doctrine forever. That is all, carry on!"

"You really didn't have to do that," Steve says immediately once Eddie hops off the counter into the employee side. "Really."

"Like I said, this was the best I had without a lawn mower."

"You're terrible," Steve responds, though a little smile works its way past the blush on his cheeks.

"I also want to apologize just..." Eddie pauses to glance around the store before looking back at Steve's eyes, then briefly dropping down to look at his lips. Fuck. "Somewhere with less people."

Right, they were still in public. "Right, um...I'm off at 4? Come by the house?"

"I'll be there, Stevie," Eddie promises, stumbling far-less-gracefully back over the counter. Steve laughs, because something about Eddie's persistent earnestness makes it impossible to truly stay mad at him forever.

--

"Okay, listen up, buddy," Steve says seriously once he hears a knock on the door, lifting up Eddie Hair-rington's front paws so he could look him in the eyes. "We've got a new friend coming over, okay? Listen to me really closely. No biting, no scratching, no being a giant chaos monster that feeds off the pain of humans, got it?"

Eddie blinks.

"Glad we understand each other." Steve sets Eddie down, straightening up his own hair before opening the door. "You actually came."

"You thought I wouldn't?" Eddie asks, bouncing on his feet until Steve moves out of the way so he could step into the house.

"I dunno," Steve admits, shrugging once. "You seemed pretty upset before."

"Yeah, I..." Eddie trails off, looking up at the ceiling briefly before refocusing on Steve. "I don't know how to say any of it but-"

"I know I messed up. I should've told you about little Eddie, and I didn't," Steve blurts out, trying to save Eddie at least a bit of explaining. "I should've told you."

"I could've asked," Eddie returns, and yeah he could've. It would've saved a lot of strife, a lot of fucking chest pain and swiped away tears if he would have just—

"Yeah, you should've," Steve admits quietly.

Eddie steps closer, brown eyes nothing but earnest as he speaks. "I didn't mean any of it. Shit, Steve, I don't know why I said half of what I did, I just thought it'd be better to hurt you before you hurt me worse."

"I wouldn't 've," Steve says, trying to ignore the persistent scratching and tugging he feels on his left pant leg. This was too serious a moment, Eddie's eyes were too soft and too vulnerable, and Steve didn't want it all too end before—

"Is that the hero of the hour?" Eddie beams, bending down to grab at little Eddie before Steve can warn him. Eddie, no, the little shit bites everyone, it takes weeks to get him to warm up to you and even then—

"He is such a little asshole," Steve hisses, watching as little Eddie immediately snuggles against Eddie's chest, purring delightedly. Steve points to the cat, who's now looking at him with way too much attitude for such a tiny body. "You're a traitor. Remember who gives you tuna, you tiny gremlin."

"I don't know, Stevie, he seems like an innocent sweetheart to me," Eddie teases, eyes on the cat as he pets little Eddie's ears. "Just like his namesake."

"Uh huh," Steve says in monotone. "I get why you like each other."

"That so?"

"Yeah, you both like torturing me."

"I don't know about that, Steve," Eddie says, stepping closer. His hand stills on little Eddie, moving instead to adjust a piece of stray hair out of Steve's face.

The touch burns in the way it nearly makes Steve gasp, the way it makes him feel like he'd never been alive at all before this moment. He wonders if it was supposed to be like that, or if sometimes he just felt too much too brightly.

"I know I'm giving you a lot of mixed signals, but I really do like you, Steve," Eddie practically whispers.

"You have a lot of making up to do," Steve breathes, chest fluttering at how close Eddie was to him.

"That right?"

"Uh huh," Steve says. "Lots of groveling, cheesy speeches like the stunt you pulled at Video, and definitely bribing little Eddie."

Eddie laughs, a deep sound that rumbles straight through Steve. “I can do that. Little Eds deserves some pampering.”

They would have to talk about it further, the hurt and the missteps and all the ways this could have been avoided. But for now, Steve allows himself to relish in the feeling of Eddie's lips on his.

That is, until a persistent meow causes them to pull apart.

--

Thank you so much for reading everyone! I wouldn't be opposed to writing a lil blurb here and there of Steve, Eddie, and Eddie, so let me know if that's something anyone would want. I'm also going to clean this up a little and put it on Ao3 eventually!

It wouldn't let me tag everyone at once so I'll reblog this with the rest of the people who asked to be tagged in just a minute!

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[gingacat]

my second Yuu!

name: Yuzuki Shinohara 篠原柚咲 (Shinohara Yuzuki)

birthday: August 1 (Leo)

age: 17

height: 167 cm

homeland: Japan

grade: Freshman (Sophomore in her world)

class: A

club: Literature club (She just wants to nap)

best subject: Alchemy

hobbies: Gardening

pet peeves: People being nice to her

favorite food: Udon

least favorite food: Carrots

talent: Not even she knows

Yuzuki is... well... Miyuu's bully from the original world, the girl whom Miyuu risked her life to save from being run over by the carriage, but in the end both of them got teleported to Twisted Wonderland. Miyuu went to NRC and Yuzuki.... RSA.

Background

Back in their original world, Yuzuki was someone whom people at school didn't like simply because she was a JERK, someone selfish who's always hateful to everyone and just didn't collaborate to anything in the class. The only one who was nice to Yuzuki was Miyuu, because Miyuu is simply nice to everyone, but Miyuu's acts of kindness made Yuzuki very... uh, complicated inside.

Yuzuki just couldn't understand why this weird insect girl was being nice to her, her of all people, who's a jerk to everyone and who DOESN'T deserve to be treated nicely.

But ... in the beginning she was actually... kinda happy with being treated nicely, so she would try to act less harshly on Miyuu.

Poor Miyuu perceived that as a good sign and wanted to become friends with Yuzuki (Miyuu never had friends before!!!), but that was the biggest mistake ever. The moment Miyuu started trying to approach Yuzuki, the latter panicked and did absolutely everything she could to push Miyuu AWAY. So.......... that's how the bullying started.........

And in the end, once again she was received with absolute undeserved kindness when Miyuu risked her own life in order to save Yuzuki's.

Also... it sucks that she went to RSA of all schools, since everyone there would be really nice to her and they would probably pity her a lot too.

Personality

Yuzuki is a reserved person who has a hatred for people. She acts like a jerk because she's already expecting everyone to be horrible or something, so she's always thrown off guard when anyone is genuinely nice to her, especially if she's been a jerk to them before. She probably was harshly bullied before, and this is why she's so mean to everyone at school: she doesn't want to be bullied, therefore, she won't show any signs of weakness to anyone. This doesn't justify anything she did, but at least helps to understand the reason.

She also loathes the thought of being vulnerable, so she always builds high walls around herself in order to not let anyone approach her. If anyone tries to become close to her, she'll start to believe that they not only can but will want to cause harm to her or her family, so she starts panicking and will do everything in her will to not let them get close.

Behind her mean facade lies a frail and sensitive girl, who's scared of everything and is extremely paranoid. She can be kind, but it's mostly with animals and especially with plants. Yuzuki loves plants, her hobby is gardening and back at her home she had a lot of little indoor plants and flowers she would take care of — and very good care, she's very attentive and never forgot to water them at the right time and at the correct amount, same thing with their exposure to sunlight. She also hates insects because most of them feed off of plants — her paranoid mind probably told her that Miyuu liking insects was a huge red flag.

Overall, Yuzuki has a lot of room for improvement and personal growth, let's just hope her staying at RSA will help her develop a better personality and become a better person.

Trivia

(Yuzuki) 柚咲: 柚 (Yuzu) means "Japanese citrus fruit" and 咲 (ki) means "bloom/blossom/flourish".

(Shinohara) 篠原: 篠 (Shino) means "dwarf bamboo" and 原 (hara) means "field, plain".

Yuzuki's voice claim: Shioriko Mifune from Love Live

Yuzuki's coffin icon

Her chibi

[shattermelyhfmlblog]

Thank you so much!🌹 @cookieswithforksandknifes and @ant-thebooknerd for tagging me.

Get-into-it questions

If I was at a concert: I would definitely like to be a singer. I have always dreamed of having my own concert where I can sing my heart out 💕 (Don't worry, my voice is not bad!)

Biggest pet peeve : I always start clicking a ballpoint pen whenever I sit to study. I can't seem to stop myself 😭 ( my mum is very annoyed by this )

Biggest insecurity about yourself: My body and looks. I am a glasses girl so...you know, it's kind of embarrassing wearing them among my friends who can see very well. And also, my body is very curvy so that's a big insecurity ( I am sorry if I annoyed someone 😶 )

What's your favourite quality about yourself? : I love making people happy. I love the smiles and laughs so much that I am unable to bear silence and the grumpy faces🌟

Any pets ( current or previous ):

I have fishes!!! Lots of them!!! Almost 30 in total. 10 are Goldfish, 5 are Clownfish, 10 Angelfish and 5 sharks.

Also, there is a starfish ⭐ and a turtle 🐢 ( I love all of them so much 💞)

Favourite season: I like rainy season. 🌧️ The smell and touch of raindrops feels fascinating 😍

Job you want to have: I have never thought about a serious job but I really want to own a bookstore in the future with hundreds and thousands of books all around me 📚 The thought seems very thrilling!!!

Favourite thing you own: I have a collection of handmade bookmarks which I adore the most. Plus, the Shatter Me book set. ( I almost killed my brother since he touched it with dirty hands 🔪 )

If you could buy one thing in this entire world ( price or size doesn't matter ) what would you buy? :

I would love to buy the companies Rockstar Games and Electronic Arts. It would be a dream come true!!!

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[lotusishere]

You know one thing that I hate that Alden did? There’s a couple things he’s done. But one of the things that really irks me is (I forgot what book it’s in) but it’s when Keefe hasn’t been home in a while. He just found out his mother was a part of Neverseen and his father is being as bad as ever. And they’re heading to…(I’m about to butcher the word) Exlilium??? That’s where Linh and Tam were discovered. And Keefe didn’t say goodbye to his dad because why would he? He’s an ass. And Alden pulls keefe aside saying that’s his father and blah blah blah. And how he should at least say something. That entire scene pissed me off.

“But why Lotus? Why does this make you angry?” It makes me angry because Alden has seen FIRST HAND the damage and pressure his parents have put on him. Do you guys remember one of Keefe memories of Alden telling Keefe he’s proud of him when he’s literally never heard those words in his life? I hate when people do this. It’s my biggest pet peeve. Cassian is a bad father. There has been nothing in his character to forgive him for what he’s done. He hasn’t changed. He is still harsh to Keefe. He is still an emotionally neglectful parent. And I HATE when Alden pushed Keefe to talk to him cuz that’s his dad. Like okayyy??? And Gisela is his mom? Should he give her a kiss goodnight too? NO!!!

[lixzey]

hii happy birthdayy can you please do

no one's ever had me, not like you !

✨ give me a scenario + character for headcannons! with connor stoll and a daughter of apollo who write songs and plays the piano? tyyy

you are the music in me !

connor stoll x apollo!reader headcannons

a/n: please PLEASE let me know how I did with these 😭 bcs I honestly feel that these are meh 🥲 thank you so much for requesting, my lover!!

• Let me just say that Connor Stoll is completely head over heels for you.

• He thinks that you, his angelic pretty girlfriend, is the most amazing woman in the whole ass world. 

• Not only are you smart and caring, but musically gifted as well (duh, you’re the daughter of apollo, of course you’d be musically gifted—Connor told himself that a million times)

• Connor never really liked music, well, that is until he met you.

• He often says that you stole his heart with your beautiful, harmonic, lovely, angelic voice. (Yes, he is overdramatic.)

• The way you play the piano is the most ethereal thing Connor has ever heard in his life. The way your voice effortlessly blends with each note in perfect harmony, made the son of Hermes actually swoon. 

• He secretly records you play and sing, he is literally your biggest fan. The amount of recordings he has is actually concerning if he wasn’t your boyfriend. Pretty sure he could start a whole recording label because of it. He has a video recorder and a voice recorder on hand every time, it’s honestly so cute!!

• The way your fingers dance over the keys remind him of your gentle touch, the feel of your soft lips against his felt like heaven every time. 

• Connor loves stealing your notes, making you give him a kiss before he’d give it back (well, sometimes he needs more than a kiss before giving you back your journal.)

• LOVES GIVING YOU NICKNAMES!!! like little miss sunshine, daylight, my morning dew, lyric, harmony, symphony, sweet tune, and a shit ton more. Who knew Connor Stoll could be this creative? Hell, sometimes he’d even call you by song titles. Hey, out of my league! Whatcha doin’, fearless? I love you, uptown girl!

• Honey, at this point, every song you wrote is about him. This boy, this menace you love, he is like a poem you wish you wrote! 

• Remember those recordings? Connor loves twirling you around to them as the two of you dance by the docks or anywhere, really. He’d be fine dancing inside of a volcano as long as he’s with you. 

• The way he took the time to memorize you is honestly so cute???? He knows every little quirk and pet peeve you have. You’re this song he has played on repeat in his head at this point.

• Funnily enough, you got Connor to sing, and surprisingly, he has an amazing voice. Jesus Christ, the gods really gave you everything!

• Aside from those recordings he has, Connor loves taking photos of you while you play! His favorites are when the sun sets in the afternoon, casting a soft glow through the window where your ebony upright piano sits. He says you look like an angel with that soft glow.

• Connor has your original songs memorized, like tunes and everything. 

• He brings an extra small notebook and pen in his pocket in case you need it because he knows how hard it is to stop when an idea comes into mind. He hates to see you so bummed out because you forgot a melody or a tune, even a lyric. 

• This boy, despite being able to just steal, saved up money so that he could get you a special necklace for your first anniversary. It was a golden chain with an eighth note pendant with yours and his name engraved on it!

• The two of you love making playlists! Pretty sure he even has a secret wedding playlist because he is just so in love with you. 

• Every time you and Connor get the chance to roam around the city, he makes sure to get you a few records you like!

• If you and Connor were characters in a movie, you’d be Kelsey and Ryan from High School Musical. 

• Musicals? You bet Connor is taking you there on a free night (technically, he’s gonna sneak the two of you out, but it still counts).

• This silly little lover of yours will belt out the entirety of Hamilton with you if you ask him to.

• Travis calls him a simp, and Connor is fucking proud of it.

• Connor Stoll loves and adores  his musical side, aka you <333 

[lizadale]

Are you enjoying the ttyd remaster? I’m loving it so far!

I forgot about the release date so I only got it started yesterday - I've only just finished chapter one, but... I'm honestly unimpressed. Maybe it's because I've played the original over 20 times, but my biggest pet peeve is why did they make an already slow game even slower? You can't speed up the dialogue AT ALL now, you can't hold a button to speed up battle results, etc. Plus, battles are easier now, as the remaster has dumbed a lot of things down. I've noticed some enemy attacks even do less damage (most noticeably Hooktail only damages you on guard with fire breath but her stomping attack is cake to block and even superguard. maybe i'm remembering wrong, but pretty sure it did 1 damage on block, not NOTHING. (Speaking of Hooktail, why did they choose to gender her on first mention?? In the original you don't find out she's female until you meet her brother and that gave it more impact)). Also, I sorely miss the original music. Not a fan of the sound font they used since it just makes the game sound identical to Color Splash. :\ Maybe it'll grow on me later, but currently it's just feeling like a discount version of the same game.

[gwandas]

Okay but what are the top 5 bullet points for hating MCU Spiderman? His arc? The actor? Accuracy?

You probably forgot you sent me this but I DIDN'T. This is a very serious question to be asking me and thus this is probably much longer than you initially bargained for <3

His friend group is ass. MCU MJ and Ned exist to be his yes men, they always help him, they always get along, it sucks and it's boring. People always dog on the Raimi movies because the Peter-MJ-Harry triangle is toxic but honestly that's nothing compared to the drama the original Peter-Gwen-MJ-Harry-Flash had going on. That shit would kill an MCU stan they were SO messy... and that was what made it fun and juicy. Peter's complex interpersonal relationships are so so crucial to Spider-Man. One of the reasons he became so popular is because the Peter Parker part of his story was just as interesting as the Spider-Man part, people loved his personal problems! That's why his supporting cast are just as well known by even casual fans.

Stole too many plot points and personality traits from Miles Morales. For example, see point no. 1, MCU Ned Leeds is literally just Ganke (Miles' best friend) that they slapped a Ned Leeds nametag onto.

Tony Stark and MCU Peter's desperation to be an Avenger. I actually cannot stand the desperation it's pathetic and unbecoming. Comic Peter Parker would tell MCU Tony Stark to go fuck himself on the regular if he pulled the stuff he does in the movies. Spider-Man is also not even close to as fun when he has access to all the toys and funds he could want. Also the first time he meets the Avengers in the comics they literally stalk him trying to get him to join and he keeps going "LEAVE ME ALONE" so I think it's funny MCU Peter is so desperate to be one

The personality could not be worse. One of my favorite things about Peter is that he's a reluctant hero. He wants to do the right thing, use his powers for good, but it always comes at a cost to his personal life. The constant push and pull and deliberate decision to be a good person when he doesn't want to... I love that about him. There are always hard choices in a good Spider-Man story. I once saw a movie critic that said "MCU finally gets Spider-Man right. He's a happy go lucky guy that loves being a superhero." Literally every word of that sentence is incorrect. People think that because comics are so vast, with different authors and different ways they're written that you can do whatever you want in the movie and it's fine... NO. There can be some variance, sure, but Peter has always had a distinct personality. Sure sure sure you can tweak things here and there, I'm not saying Peter always has to be portrayed as a selfish asshole who's always broke and never happy (because obviously there are times in the comics when he isn't those things) but you can't change EVERYTHING at once. Making him a guy that loves being a superhero and has zero personal life problems (aside from ??? wanting to vacation in europe and get with the girl he likes)... literally destroys everything interesting about the character.

Less about him and more about the conversation around him, my biggest pet peeve used to be people that would go "well this is the third reboot, of COURSE he's different." well NO because the MCU chose to adapt Peter Parker and Peter Parker has a specific personality and storyline. "Of course they changed the storyline" first of all they had a million options and could've just inserted an adult Peter into the MCU if they didn't want to do his origin story, but his origin story is important... I honestly think the decision to skip over it is what caused the terrible writing because without that origin you've removed all his motivations and drive. You can't just say hey we'll use Peter Parker but in order to differentiate ourselves we'll make him unrecognizable... just use a different character at that point... LIKE MILES which is what SO many people said before Homecoming came out.

Bonus: My favorite hate posts I found on my blog from like 2019 or whatever

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187539416484/beerecordings-portrayal-of-aunt-may-really-tells

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/188036695984

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187480534389

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187177201644

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187158420054

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187154929204

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187153389594/mcu-had-the-audacity-to-have-a-grown-women-force

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/187152145584/peter-parker-is-leaving-the-mcu-i-didnt-know-he

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/186857669531/wlwintersoldier-here-is-my-argument-on-why-tony

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/186839380098

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/186835788169/wow-i-sure-do-love-peter-parker-who-made-his-mark

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/186758593029

https://gwandas.tumblr.com/post/186450361464/spidermanwlw-me-and-the-girls-when-a-new-mcu

[imtooscaredforthis]

Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Seven: Peace & Love

Mentions of: Blackmailing, Manipulation (not from readers pov but still), alcohol, scars and mature themes

A/N: So sorry for the late update, but y’all can have a cute chapter as a reward <3

Tags: @elentiyaiswriting @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

You didn’t want to go to work today. You felt awful after what happened with Jed. One of your biggest pet peeves was when people took their anger out on you, making you miserable just because they’re having a bad day. And that’s exactly what you did. None of this was his fault. He knew you were having a hard time and he wanted you to have fun and you yelled at him and accused him. God, you felt awful.

It would be best if you apologized sooner rather than later. The longer you wait, the worse it’ll get. So you have to rip it off like a bandaid.

With a shaky breath, you messed with the string of your purse nervously. You watched as the number rose on the elevator, waiting for them to reach your floor and the doors to pull open.

When they did, you found yourself making a beeline straight for Jed’s desk. He was typing something on his monitor, hardly noticing your presence. You took a deep breath. “Hey.”

He looked up, locking eyes with you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already halfway through apologizing before he could even say anything.

“I’m really sorry about what happened on Friday. I was just stressed and I was saying things I didn’t mean, not that it’s a valid excuse or anything, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and-”

He got to his feet, pressing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Your mouth snapped shut. He smiled at you warmly. “There’s something I want to show you.”

You followed Jed to his car. He opened his glove compartment, pulling out an envelope. Inside were photos of all of Ghostface’s past victims.

“He sends me these, after every time he’s killed. No matter what I do, the next morning there’s a photo in my mailbox, with the same request. Write about this, or you’ll be next. Or worse…it’ll be someone I care about. There are nights when I can hardly sleep or eat, when I hate myself for what I have to do. I don’t enjoy writing about this ______, but I have no other choice. The only thing I can do is sit and wait for the police to catch him.”

You felt guilt and sympathy twist through your stomach. You knew exactly what he was going through, how dould you think anything less? How could you be so selfish? “Jed, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know. I haven’t told anyone this, and I can’t go to the police, or else he’ll…please ____, promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anything happened to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself.” He reached over, caressing your hands and giving them a soft squeeze.

“I promise.” You murmured. He slipped his hand from yours, touching your cheek softly, before leaning in and kissing you. You kissed him back, letting yourself melt into him. Letting his lips mold with yours.

It had been far too long since someone had touched you softly, since someone had touched you with so much care. It numbed all the pain, cleansed you from the dirtiness of Ghostface’s touch. It made your mind go blank, and for once, you forgot about everything.

He pulled away, smiling at you softly. “Would you like to get out of here? Just for today?”

“...Okay.”

–

“I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic.” You remarked as he laid the blanket out on the grass. He shrugged at you with a grin. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

You pulled out a bottle of cheap wine and sandwiches you had bought from the store, pouring a glass for yourself and for Jed. You gazed over at the river, admiring the view. It was beautiful.

“How did you find this spot?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“When the Ghostface murders started up, I needed space to clear my head and to write. And it’s so peaceful out here, beautiful too. It helps me think.” You watched him, studying the sincere expression on his face. There was a dark look in his eyes, one from the pain of knowing, the pain of being tortured. The pain you had felt almost every day.

You took a long couple of sips from your wine, turning to refill your glass. “You know, this is the first time you’ve ever really told me anything about yourself.”

“Oh, really?” He mumbled, seeming slightly embarrassed at the realization.

“Yeah, but it’s not a bad thing. I mean, all we talked about was work, or about me. I kinda thought the whole mysterious guy thing was pretty hot, but having you open up and be vulnerable with me feels a lot better. I really appreciate it.” You admitted.

“Honestly, I don’t like to talk about myself much. My mother taught me that it was more important to listen. Most people never do, but I’m all ears. Also, I don’t think there’s a lot for me to say about myself. I mean..I’m pretty boring.”

You frowned at that. “Jed, I don’t think you’re boring at all. In fact, I think you’re one of the most interesting people in Roseville. I mean, you’re very charming, kind, and smart, and you’re an amazing writer. And to be honest, without you, I probably would be so lost.”

And that was too much. God, how much did you drink? Feeling your cheeks get all hot, you glanced down at the glass in your hand.

“I appreciate that. I really do.” He leaned in and kissed you again, after a few minutes he pulled away, reaching down and caressing your waist gently. His hand went to move under your shirt, and you found yourself stopping him yet again.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered against his lips. “I just- I need some time.”

Your scars were only starting to fade, and you weren’t in the right mindset at the moment. You felt guilt curl in your stomach, preparing him to be disappointed by you spurning his advances once again. But he wasn’t. Instead, he smiled softly, pressing a small peck to your lips. “There’s nothing you have to be sorry for. You take all the time you need, alright?”

“Thanks, Jed.”

The two of you lied back against the blanket, gazing up at the clear blue sky above. For once, you let yourself live in the moment and forget about all the pain and fear. For once, you felt at peace.