#gimme-tea-bitch

[sevens-evan]

Do you think Raven is ever haunted by how much like her Yang looks? Does she looks at Yang and see what she could've been? If she was different, if she was better, if she was kind.

see i don't think raven does that kind of self reflection because i think she's subconsciously aware that her entire life will implode the minute she seriously reflects on any of her choices. so i think she has a creeping feeling of discomfort with yang's appearance that she absolutely refuses to consider more deeply. i also think this all has fascinating potential with my eternal reading of trans yang.

[yangsbandana]

Have you thought about how like, the bees scene gave us everything we wanted but not quite in the way anyone expected. The way the whole fandom was like "blake should say it first cuz of her past abuse." And here we get not quite that, but Blake already knows what they're both thinking, so she coaxes Yang to say it, knowing what it is. Blake saying it back immediately so Yang has no time to worry or be scared that she doesnt love her backn I am deranged it's actually a perfect scene for this alone. The way it addresses both sides of their trauma with how it played out AAAAAAAAAAAAA

no but you're so right it literally was everything like,,,, i never could have predicted it but i'm so happy with it

[lightsaroundyourvanity]

I know nothing about all about Eve, but you should do an au of it

i was literally just trying to forge one in my head but i think the only way it really works is as an unhinged catmeleon au

[set-wingedwarrior]

The game from that post that's like "dude is mad cuz he picked a male only party and the game called him gay" is Dragon's Dogma 2, it's very fun if you like action combat and exploring!

[twstfanblog]

For the manhwa au (no it didn’t take me so long to send this ask because I had to figure out how to spell that shut up 🙈), we’ve heard a lot about the trio and a bit about Rook, Vil, and Leona.

But I want to hear about Yuu’s friendship with Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Ortho, and Idia!!! We haven’t really touched on them at all!

We heard from Ace and Deuce that Riddle was less of a hardass over at Yuu’s place, Ace and Deuce were ready to punch Jamil when delivering his letter for him got them thrown out of Yuu’s place, and apparently Idia cares enough about Yuu to yell at Azul, but I want to know more about their relationships!

They are obviously very close to her. Gimme the platonic love pls. 💜🥺

*cracks knuckles* THIS IS GONNA BE ALOT

Ok! So in terms of Riddle, he was actually just as bad at first but Yuu is pretty blunt as a child, plus she's got the brain of a 20yo also packed in with her 8yo mind. She brings up the fact that this is HER HOUSE, so her rules and her rules state you have to have a bite of tart during tea parties. Not...not the sad cracker veggie sandwiches that his mom made him bring.

Riddle starts to really love being over Yuu's house because he can be free in his own little ways. He can have tarts, he can have as much honey in his tea as he wants. Yuu lets him borrow her overcoats so they can roll down a hill together. He gets to be a KID!

Ace and Deuce like being at Yuu's house because she treats them fairly. Riddle's other noble playmates all see them as merely servants, they're just like...bonus playmates to Yuu. They also know what Riddle's home life is like, they've tried to make it bearable. But Riddle only feels worse when they take blame for things and have to serve his punishments. Which is WHY they reacted so aggressively when Jamil's letter gets them kicked out of Yuu's home. Its the one place they can all just be friends and not have to worry about Riddle's mom punishing them for that.

Idia heard about Yuu for the longest time from Azul, who, due to his own misjudments, saw her as this purely malicous person. But when she's just...a person, he calms down. She's kinda mean, sure, but so is he, so is Azul. She also inherited Crewel's intimidating stare (resting bitch face).

Idia started info dumping when Yuu asked about a book he had brought to their lessons. He realizes hes been talking for like a WHILE and apologies and tries to hide away. Yuu very bluntly tells him, "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know and I would have told you to shut up if I got bored." And Idia realizes that Yuu is painfully simple and that's...probably why Azul had a hard time seeing her for what she was.

Ortho is a wild card because (new development) due to some traumatic childhood incident, he's been bedridden since he was basically a toddler. He's on the mend, slowly, but his parents are still very concerned about his wellbeing and don't let him leave the house, and rarely his room.

He and Yuu become friends because during her and Idia having lessons, Yuu started sending Idia home with a book she thought Ortho would like. Idia had started out reading them to Ortho, but then, as he got better, Ortho was able to hold the books himself. He even starts to write reviews that he has Idia deliver to Yuu. They lowkey make a little book club.

Yuu and Ortho meet officially on Yuu's 19th birthday party and they are elated to finally hug each other.

[sav-less]

disclaimer: this is the inside of my brain so if you think different then that’s great! this is just to be silly / i’m procrastinating life, so we’re chill 😎

hogwarts legacy modern au: music headcanons

characters included: shadow trio, poppy, imelda, garreth, natsai, anne, also blurb about leander (ily lee but i was tired of editing)

sebastian sallow

Sebastian is that one insufferable guy (love him). He’s moody as hell and he uses music as a form of processing (im self inserting rn). A lot of his top music is reflective of what he’s going through. For the most part he’s into indie rock and alt rock, but if there’s a song that he can even sort of relate to then he’s all over it. He thinks he’s brooding, he’s edgy, he’s angsty. We all know he made 2014 tumblr his BITCH. And he has NOOO IDEA how ABBA ended up in his top 5. He’ll say it was Ominis. He’ll say he was hacked. (his fav ABBA song is Lay All Your Love On Me)

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ominis gaunt

Ominis wears his headphones everywhere, listening to some of the most beautiful music but also the most devastating music. He likes a genre to his music that gives off a certain “guys i SWEAR im fine haha..” vibe to the function. he’s nostalgic, he’s yearnful, he’s emotionally very connected to music and is one of those people that will cry when a song is really good (me too) (he’ll swallow the lump down, just know he’s feelin it). aside from his top artists he also listens to a bunch of instrumentals when he’s studying. we all know he plays the piano. yes Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call by Bleachers is secretly about Sebastian (tea). yes She’s Always a Woman by Billy Joel is secretly ab my MC (TEAA!). yes ABBA is there on purpose! this man knows every lyric to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

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ella collins (OC/MC)

Ella really just wants to live in a cottage and be a fairy but she’s also just a girl. she has a song associated to every person she’s ever had a crush on and any person that’s ever done her wrong. she has a playlist for that one guy. she’s posting a screenshot of the song she’s listening to on her story for one person to watch. when she’s feeling petty she sends Sebastian songs DIRECTLY cause she’s mad at him. 4/5 of these songs are about him i fear. she loves music because she never has to get over anything. grudges are timeless. she’s crazy and this is a self insert.

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garreth weasley

#GiveGarreththeAux (Garreth wrote this). Garreth is a vibes guy and will defend those vibes with his whole chest. “How can you not like this song? Just say you hate me! High School Musical soundtrack is top tier. Kate Bush is a legend. Hozier is a wizard, have you seen his hair? I want his hair.” He’s fun as hell. Car rides with him are never boring, and as much as he loves his music he wants to hear your music cause he just wants to listen to everything. doesn’t care where the music came from. if he likes it he likes it. gotta party with this guy.

(Noah Kahan is his top artist bc even tho he’s a vibes guy, he has such a heart. peep My False Confidence. ily Garreth.)

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natsai onai

Natsai’s minutes listened is the lowest because she’s too busy dismantling the patriarchy and abolishing the system to listen most of the time. She grew up in the Katniss Everdeen generation. There’s not one man vocalist on her playlist because doesn’t really care what they have to say. She’s not super picky about the genre but listening to guitar riffs makes her feel like she’s ascending and so she loves that shit. She begged her mom to let her go to a Paramore concert when she was twelve and she has band posters covering her walls from corner to corner. She knows musical theory because duh. I love her.

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anne sallow

personally i HC as the coolest girl alive. she’s friends with literally everyone. if she smiles at you you think the world is spinning solely for her. she’s just effortlessly that girl. and even tho she seems sweet and a little quiet let it be known she is absolutely BLASTING hypercore or glitchpop or some stuff like that in her headphones. she just likes the way music sounds, she doesn’t GAF what they’re saying. she just wants her brain to go bzzzzzzz. my girl!!! (her and garreth are actually LETHAL at parties. like banger for banger, they’re besties. if they’re throwing a party you WANT to be there) (her and Natsai are fangirling about imogen heap bc she’s a musical genius)

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poppy sweeting

Poppy my love. I see you. I hear you. I love you and all your big emotions. she’s dissecting lyrics like it’s no one’s business. In another life somewhere she’s an English and Psychology double major. she’s telling me what a metaphor is and im listening because I’ll listen to anything she says. she’s telling me her attachment style is anxious and yk what hell yeah me too please don’t leave me. every song she listens to serves a purpose. her and garreth have gone to five different shows to see Noah Kahan and Lizzy McAlpine together. The Louvre is about Imelda. GODDD The Louvre is about Imelda. my heart.

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imelda reyes

Imelda is the manifesting queen. she is a confident queen. she’s cool as hell. she seems mean at first glance but that’s only because she is locked TF in. between her million high level classes, every sport she’s plays, and her social life— she has to be focused. she needs music that will put her in the headspace. her top 5 songs are naturally on her ‘pregame’ playlist that she plays before every game (with the exception of #4. she’s pregaming therapy with that one). shes gonna graduate top of her class and go pro at some sport and no one is gonna be surprised. you go girlfriend. my girlfriend.

honorable mention: Leander is THE rock man, specifically acid/psychedelic rock. He’s shaking his head and playing air guitar. he’s asking his parents to get him a drum set for Christmas still. He thinks he would’ve been asked to join The Beatles if they were still a band. big big fan.

to everyone that talked through this with me either messaging or on the og post, thank you 💚 @mrsgoofygracie your wonderful ABBA sebinis theory is now cemented in my silly post

[thenewestxmen]

I am convinced that Wade had a really hard adjustment when Logan came into his life.

After I called after Logan when we returned to my home universe, I welcomed him into that shitty apartment. The only thing I regret informing Logan of is that it was a one bed apartment with a pull out couch. The second I got home. I introduced Althea to Logan and Logan, Althea. That night as everyone was welcoming Logan, mini Logan, and I back home, I announced we would in fact be moving out. Al already sometimes pays rent, and her disability insurance and checks should cover her. Logan doesn’t have money so he will stay with me, at least until he scrapes up enough money or sobriety to get his own place. That night, Wolverine takes the floor. 

“You can take the bed, I can take the floor unless you’re feeing a little hot.”

“The floor will do fine.” He says in a firm voice. He’s pretty much too tired to argue or call me a bitch. 

As I lay awake, insomnia slapping me across my ugly nutsack of a face, weirdly the only thing I can think of is what Logan said in the Honda Odyssey. The few hours ago, Vanessa had come over, she started to brag about Dermot or whatever his name was. “You couldn’t save a relationship with a god damn stopper!” His voice rang in my ears. “Gimme the dog and talk to the girl.” He had said. What’s the point? Some boring guy at her workplace was able to land her and I couldn’t. Figures, when I met her I literally paid her to tolerate me. I have no clue why she stayed after that. I attempted to flirt, but honestly… I’m not interested. I know, I know. I was willing to go back in time to get her back when she died, I know I blew myself up too. But honestly, what is so great… not to sound rude, but honestly, I’m a world famous merc and literally unable to die, so messed up I got an amazing sense of humor. And she was a stripper and left me when things got a little rough. I chatted with her a bit at the homecoming party, but after that, my eyes wandered… to Logan. Aw shit. The guys is hot. Come one Wade, pull yourself together!

Now I’m laying on the pull out, he’s three feet from me, sleeping and snoring softly. But still even though I’m just now realizing how incredibly handsome he is, how perfect even, it’s not the first time I’ve felt attracted to him. In the void, he held my hand and decided to die with me to help me. But even after he did so, his hurtful words still ring in my ears. My stomach weirdly hurts, like a cold pit dropped down my throat. That when I realize my face feels hot, and burning teas stream down my face. This doesn’t often happen, or at least not usually when I’m insulted. But Logan’s words really hit me hard I guess, and just now, as the words sink in a bit more, they push and force the salty hot tears out of me.

“Hmm… Wade?” I hear from behind me. Logan woke up and heard me… quickly I wipe the tears and turn to face Logan, resting my head back on the pillow. I hope my face isn’t too red and puffy, even through the darkness and lighting my scars make.

“Sleeping soundly peanut?” I say in a sexual voice. Although my dumbass self forget that little Angelbaby has great senses. I can see it on his face. He smells my salty tears.

“Why the fuck are you crying?” Logan says in tired deep voice.

“Im not crying, it’s just the moonlight reflecting off of your sugary tits into my eyes, so they look all shiny.” I say, half assed excuse. Obviously he doesn’t buy it and gets up, walking over to me, and starts laying on the other side of the pull out. 

“What’s wrong bub.” Why the hell do people ask that question when I’m trying not to cry?! I just burst into tears. 

“You… I… I can’t do anything right… you’re stuck we me, in my own universe! In my shitty apartment, stuck with a nutsack faced fucking failure.” I say in gasps for breath. He just pulls me in, holding me for a moment as my chest hurts and strains. Everything’s a wreck, I don’t want this life. I don’t want to live forever, I don’t want to be a merc or car salesman, I don’t want to be depended on. Logan just hushes me.

“It’s alright…” he says. He’s awful at this comfort shit but his deep smooth voice and warm embrace is rather soothing. He allows me to cry, soaking his shirt. I cry until I’m trembling and my jaw and chest hurts. Even when I stop because of the pain, he holds me. Everything is a mess and I want everything to be all better. I’m moving and the Wolverine is depending on me for a place to live and I am a mess and can’t have a good relationship with anyone… the closest thing to one is with my blind elderly roommate who despises me. Logan rocks back and forth, hushing and humming. He will occasionally say, “it’s ok Wade…” or something. My chest starts to stop aching and I just let him hold me, letting my eyelids close. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow, and I’m not looking to finding out. Everything’s a mess, and it’s all my mess.

authors note: should I turn this into another fic series? This is going well, I think I could go off this into a series, idk. Sorry I didn’t post this earlier, it took a while to write this bcs I was busy.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Two

Paul and Ringo cabaret duo au NOW!

Their collective bitter humor about the fan mag. I think George probably appreciates Paul getting into this sort of shit with him. Even if it is only on a surface-level. A reminder that the Beatles fame journey (something that's been hellish at times for George, enough to give him PTSD and other issues for the rest of his life) has not left Paul unscathed. That Paul actually does have feelings, however buried they may be.

Could even be that the appreciation comes out in the form of "I think your beard suits you. Man." Does the tacked-on 'man' mean a sort of "no homo" type qualifier? Or is it just an added endearment. I know we don't think of George as particularly inhibited, but it was the sixties. And of course Paul loves the compliment and has no idea what to do with it.

Can you all please thank Mal as he hands you your tea next time? Not that hard, guys.

Ringo's voice is so sexy. And I love how supportive Paul and George are of this very stupid song. If either of them had written it, they'd tear it to shreds, but it's Ringo, so we laugh along and enthuse about the sentiments behind the lyrics.

The communal bitching about EMI's treatment of them. As they should.

Oh goodness, it's the "Paul has an embarrassing crush" moment from that iconic post of @jeremy-hillary-boob He totally does and you should say it. "I never used to know what it meant". It's giving "girl pretends not to know how to hold her golf club so the hot guy will touch her".

I have a theory that some of their covers ~matter~ and "What do you want to make those eyes at me for?" Is the first one for me.

Okay this look right here that John is giving Paul? Not to, like, out myself as never having experienced pure love except from my own child or anything, but the only other place I've ever seen that look is on my one-year-old's face when I come get him from his nap. So ... "A lovely little baby, John was"

"If this boy dies, you're gonna cop it." Peak older brother behavior. He's joking, but he's also deadly serious.

In love with John trying to sing out of his range. He's trying so hard, you guys.

"Everybody had a hard year. 'well, I'm not sure, actually. Put [good year]." Same, John. Isn't it always that way? Hard. And good. He's such a genius lyricist. He just captures the human condition with such specificity.

Lol at Paul correcting John on the key of his own song (yeah, yeah, gimme some truth is secretly a colab but it's still a John song)

When they put a piano in front of Paul and John's instantly like "uh-oh, red-alert my beautiful boyfriend might not get captured perfectly from every angle" vs a year and a half later when he's bitching about Paul having too much screen-time in Let it Be. Well, you were part of the problem, babe.

I love George's way of teaching his songs. Whereas Paul was shouting key changes and counts between phrases, and John doesn't even bother to give any of that information, George is just softly singing "E, to F sharp minor. E to A." Beautiful. John and Paul, take notes.

Wonder if I'll get through a day without calling Paul a whore. Probably not.

John being instantly self-effacing after suggesting that genius little let's enhancement. "My mind can blow those clouds away" is actually much more original and thought-provoking, but John just makes fun of himself. Like. Just own it. You're John fucking Lennon!

The George/Paul convo (George talking, Paul hardly flinching) is so painful actually. Because from the outside, Paul's avoidance looks so condescending and unfeeling, but avoidance feels much more like 'Shit fuck shit dodge the fight, go around, don't react, don't engage, don't start something' and i really feel for both of them.

Let John do Help for gosh sakes!

"Not bad though. Good try, that. Johnny."

The part where Paul is looking just so exhausted, and he's actually letting it show, and then he sees the camera on him and hurries and tries to do a cheeky little Beatles head-shake and smile. But then he's really just too tired (and high) and he looks away and rubs his eyes. It was like watching an old circus bear. Those poor things.

And of course John's head snapping up like a little gopher when Paul says his name

[a-resplendent-mushroom]

;;;;;;;;;;;; (atla)

I have questions 😂

ABSOLUTELY. this is one of the first fic ideas i ever wrote, so...it might be bad XD. i think it was intended to be a longfic, but i never got around to writing it (not that i've actually published anything i've written yet lmao), so it's just a bunch of weird, half-formed ideas smushed together in a semblance of plot at this point.

fair warning, i have a weird writing style in my wips, so it might be hard to read/understand. sorry in advance.

It’s Jinko bitch

So Zuko and Jin are doing the cool dating thing

And he realizes that he like

Really likes her?

And thinks she’s beautiful?

And is the sweetest person alive and he would really like to give her the moon?

So he’s trying to figure that out

Meanwhile she’s just waiting for him to stop trying to convince her that he’s not a fire bender

Cause like

She’s not blind or stupid

She saw that shit at the light fountain or whatever it was called

So finally he tells her he’s a fire bender

And then the rest of it slowly starts to come out

He starts with his real name

And then his uncle’s name

And then the fact that he’s banished

Next that he has a sister

Then how the Fire Lord gave him his scar

And that he was raised in a …noble family

Aaaaaaand eventually she just figures it out

So then she knows about him

He’s hopelessly in love with this sweet, ridiculous, funny, and completely untamed girl that’s completely different from anything he’s ever known

And makes him feel like he can forget about his honor and his shame

And just relax into his body without remembering its blemishes

And she’s starting to realize that he’s adorable

Like

He’ll give her the strangest things

Like a rock that’s shaped like a sheep-pig

Or a spiky plant that she can loop around her ear like a piece of jewelry when she looks at earrings neither of them can afford

Or a piece of scrap paper that matches the shade of her eyes

And so she’s reconciling the fact that this earnest, painfully awkward sweetheart is the Prince of the Fire Nation

And then she finds out how he got his scar and things start making a lot more sense

And so then she falls in love too

And they’re both ridiculously sweet and adorable and there’s lots of fluff for a while

And then

Of course

The Earth King invites the Jasmine Dragon to serve him tea

And whoopdidoo, Azula’s here

Marvelous

So everybody does the normal escape thing

But instead of going after Azula he thinks about Jin

And how she’s going to get caught in the crossfire of whatever shit is going down here

So he runs home and packs up his shit and starts banging on her door

And is like, yo Jin we gotta go my little sister’s here

And she rips open the door and says something like, the psychopathic one who’s been trained to bring down governments for years and pushed you off a roof when she was six?

And he’s like, that’s the one

And she’s just goes, shit, gimme a sec and grabs her essentials and gets ready to skedaddle

She’s alone in Ba Sing Se by the way

Haven’t decided if she just left her family behind or if they’re dead

But we don’t have to worry about them for now

So Zuko runs back to the palace with Jin in tow

And tries to get Uncle to leave with him

But he’s like, no, my dear nephew

You have made the choice on this crossroads

I could not be more proud of you

But I must stay to right the wrongs my brother has inflicted on the world

But with 100% more proverbs

So they say a tearful goodbye

Zuko tells Uncle to give Azula a chance, because she’s fourteen

And Uncle runs off into the catacombs and Zuko and Jin book it the fuck out of there

So they’re on the road for a bit

And do all sorts of Blue Spirit-y stuff

He teaches her how to fight

And she teaches him how to survive in the wilderness, something that he definitely couldn’t do beforehand

Like, she knows how to hunt

And fish

And skin kills

And he’s like, how do you know this with stars in his eyes

And she just looks at him and says, I was raised in a village on the outskirts of a forest, not sheltered in royal life like you sweetie

Now cut the loose skin over the shoulder blades, there’s a dear

So they survive like that

As it turns out, having a royal fire bender as a heat pack on cold nights beats curling up under a blanket and shivering

Cool, cool

Zuko: Do I get a say in this?

Jin, attached like Velcro to his back: No, now shut up and be my blanket

Eventually they find a town on the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom where people don’t blink at kids with golden eyes

And start to relax

They become artisans

Or something

Because the fandom has decided that Jin is an artist and I’m on board with that

So they sell her art

And Zuko does odd jobs around everywhere

Considering that he has like, the biggest skill set in the history of the world

Food service? Check

Rock climbing? Check

Manual labor? Check

Experience on ships?

Experience with ostrich horses?

Experience with murder?

Check, check, check

So they’re doing fineeeee

And like

We get through all their awkward stages

Zuko realizes he likes this life a lot better than anything he got in a royal palace

They receive word the war has ended, and Fire Lord Iroh has named Azula his heir after getting her the help she needed

They get married

A healthy dosage of marital bliss and domestic life

They have kids

After a long time don’t freak out

And then we get a little Gaang interlude where Katara asks Uncle whatever happened to his nephew

And Uncle just smiles and says something along the lines of, well, the girls in Ba Sing Se were always so pretty

And everyone is just like "wut"

But he provides no more context

They get it out of him eventually

Zuko decides he needs to see his old home again

Just to give himself closure

Jin agrees and tells him to come back soon, because we have two young children and I cannot be responsible for them more than pushing them out of my body

You’re the kid person here

Zuko: yes dear

So Iroh’s taking a break from all the Fire Lord-ness and playing Pai Sho with some old buddies

And a shadow falls over the board in between games

And this man, who holds himself so loosely and confidently

With smile-lined eyes and shaggy black hair hanging around his face and green clothes and work torn hands

And a faded burn scar over one eye

Asks him to a game of Pai Sho

And Iroh smiles wide enough to split his face

And accepts

...so please keep in mind that i only write wips for my eyes XD. it's not pretty or particularly eloquent, but i PROMISE i can write better than this lmao.

yaaaaaay

[hiphiph00ray]

Tips for the femmes <3

Don't wash your hair every day, it'll dry it out. Try to wash every other day.

Shampoo your scalp and condition the ends for really shiny hair.

Take more naps, bad bitches get to sleep as a little treat.

Vaseline is literally a cure all, no further comments.

Even if it takes a long time, It's so important to find the perfect shade of foundation/concealer. TRUST.

Literally always have chap stick near you. (Also helpful if you need something to do if you're awkward)

Green tea is literally a life saver, helps with cramps, migraines, stress, skin, bloat, etc...

Invest in a good skincare routine, It's so worth it to have go-to products

Steps for shaving: Wash, exfoliate, (I double exfoliate), use conditioner to shave but not to much, wash again.

Anti-perspirant deodorant is NOT worth it, gimme that aluminum poisoning <3

[dragonsdendoodles]

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[sevens-evan]

For the prompts, either 19. it made me think of you, 24. just really needed a hug sort of hug, or 15. bed warm

v4 v5 era sadness and Also beacon bees just for you since i put off answering this prompt like a week lol. also i don't know why i chose to write this in past tense i managed to confuse myself with the tenses halfway through. getting less literate as we speak. if the tenses don't make sense at some point please respect that i have not written past tense in Years

Blake got sick once, at Beacon.

She hadn't exactly had a lot of time to go get her flu shot while she was running missions for the White Fang in the months before her matriculation; it was honestly a bit of a miracle it hadn't happened sooner. Several nasty viruses had already swept through the dorms by the time Blake finally got hit, not long at all before the Vytal Festival. In hindsight, she was grateful it wasn't any sooner. She would've hated to try to handle hiding her ears from her teammates at the same time as trying not to cough her lungs out or pass out every time she sat up too fast.

At the time, she was just irritated it was happening at all.

The first two days, Blake could pretend to be fine. By the third day, she excused herself from class when she found herself getting dizzy in her chair and slunk back to the dorm in defeat. She'd found it empty, of course, and barely managed to drop her things on the floor and take her bow off before the need to lie down overwhelmed her.

Drop her things, take her bow off, and crawl up into Yang's bed instead of her own, that is.

Hours later, when Yang returned from class, Blake was just awake enough to notice, unable to sleep between the shivers wracking her body and the sweat beading on her forehead.

"Blake," Yang said, setting her own bag on the chair by the desk. "You good?"

"Mmhhghmph."

"Blake..." Yang reached up over the side of the bunk bed and set her hand on Blake's forehead. And, okay, maybe Blake was a little overheated, since Yang's skin actually felt cold against hers, and Yang is never, ever cold. "You're burning up. You gotta get out of those blankets."

Blake shivered at the very thought.

"M'cold."

"I know you are." Yang's voice took on a tone that Blake had never heard before. It reminded her of the way Yang often spoke to Ruby. Not quite maternal, but almost uncomfortably close to it, considering the nature of her and Blake's relationship. "But you've got to cool off some, okay? I'll get a cold washcloth for your head." Blake groaned wordlessly in response, half-listening as Yang left the room and the tap ran in the bathroom.

"Okay, scoot over." Yang was already back; Blake must've dozed off for a moment. Blake flopped herself to the side, aching all the way, and let Yang climb up and squeeze into bed beside her, sitting up, back against the wall. Yang found Blake's forehead with the washcloth like a homing missile, making Blake flinch at the freezing cold water, even as it felt paradoxically good despite her trembling.

"What are you doing in my bed, anyway? You could've fallen if you're this sick." Yang's fingertips pressed the washcloth down against Blake's forehead. The pressure felt good—soothing. Blake didn't have the energy to lift her head and encourage it, but luckily Yang didn't seem inclined to stop.

(Later, Blake would blame her presence in Yang's bed—and her honesty in this moment—on fevered delirium.)

"It's warmer than mine."

"Warmer?" Yang repeated. "It's the same bed."

"You have nicer blankets." That much was true; Yang had replaced the blanket Beacon provided each of them with a thick comforter, and over top of that, a handmade quilt from home that was wonderfully heavy pressing down onto Blake.

"Speaking of which." Yang's hand finally left Blake's forehead, much to her disappointment. "You've got to let some of this heat out." Blake groaned in protest, but allowed Yang to tug the blankets away from her body, letting fresh air in to draw the heat of the fever out. It was cold, and hot, and uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been, not with Yang there beside her.

(It's this that Blake thinks of, months later, when she picks up some kind of sickness on Menagerie and sweats it out in her childhood bedroom. Her mother brings her water, and ice, and pets her hair back from her sweating face, and it's lovely, it really is; Blake had missed her parents and the way they took care of her, is grateful that they still take care of her after everything, but Blake lies there and aches and thinks about Yang. Yang's always-warm hands, cold on her feverish skin, and the fact that there is no universe where Blake will feel them exactly like that again.)

[legacyshenanigans]

"Not to be a fuckin bitch, but-"

Is one of my FAVOURITE conversation openers of all time. If I get a message like that,

I'm THERE

I'm READY

Tell me baby girl, be a bitch, go on, gimme that delicious, piping hot tea.

Feed my soul.

Rant and Rave

Whats got you seething?

Let it out, tell meeeeee.

[from-izzy]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍

i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---

my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!

honestly this became more of an appreciation post but 🥺

@astrae4

my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did

@cloverdaisies

black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (🥺), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)

@cupidjyu

my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'

@heemingyu

honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy 🥺

@justalildumpling

chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'

@littleroaes

pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets

@mosviqu

pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate

@winterchimez

soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'

@zzoguri

crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner

[rubberduckygenerator]

right now i'm forced inside of this adhd meeting and i get that some people are really bad at analyzing their feelings and how or why they feel the things that they feel. But the fact that i have to write down a trauma or a scared feeling and then answer "so where does it come from or what did it make you feel". kinda reminds me of that post about "men take mushrooms to experience the same form of empathy i felt and understood when i was 11"

Like honey, boo, my dear i dont need 50 minutes to write down why i feel a curtain way, i ask myself that question 79 times a day!

pleaseeee just gimme my lovely loveyly medication and let me experience the joys of an non fucked up concentration device in my brain. i get my feelings. i have looked into my heart and understood the bullshit god has thrown at his stupidest little soldier. I know why i sometimes feel like i am a woman waiting for her lover to return from war and other times like a fucking monk who has never experienced love or affection.

Please fuck i understand i dont want to make a mindmap to plan my day! I cant fucking listen to one more adult participant going "thank you so much Sally for sharing that story that was so helpful" while Sally only said "i feel defeated when i miss an apointment"

I GET IT

but this weird forced two hour teams meeting where we act like we can all follow your 1,5 hour rant about cognitive disorders while you read it in the same voice that a mouse would talk to a cat is not helping me. i disassociate faster than you can say that word. i feel ready to drop kick a bitch saying "can we take ten more minutes to write about how we feel about feelings please im still not done"

i cant even tell em it doesn’t work for me cause one time i said

"this is not my thing, im happy to listen but its not really my cup of tea" they forced a smile and went "but does it help you?" "well no but im trying" "but does it help you? it still helps you right?" "well..i mean…no? ish?" "ah good so it does help you im happy to help, at least it helps you yes" "i….sure" "good :D" i know this sounds super duper ungrateful but i went into this thinking i was gonna learn some new stuff and that i would be allowed to work on myself. but it is nothing other than floatyfeely bullshit that they just read off a powerpoint. And its two hours every week voor 12 weeks. and i have so much homework!! and do you know what does help me finally make my homework?? the meds! but am i allowed my meds if i don’t finish this course? NO. does the course work for me? NO!!! am i instead incredibly annoyed and tired at the end because i have done nothing but listen to someone that doesn’t listen to others and just says "and how did that make you feel? " yes very much so.

which makes me, after all of that, unable to be any form of productive.

i am a bit ticked off. also, sorry, i should be happy that i have been diagnosed and am receiving help but when the help is not helping and you are not allowed to talk about the fact that it is not helping and are instead told to suck it up. it kind off starts to feel really really really pointless.

i just got out and of the meeting and this little soldier is a bit angry

[axyo]

(Idk which blog you prefer for asks hehe)

GIMME HEADCANONS tell us about how Shizuo dyes his hair, or Izaya's morning routine is, *cough* trans Izaya hcs? 👀

ok i took forever to answer this because i wasn't sure how i wanted to format my thoughts on this in a way that doesn't feel repetitive (to me, personally) but HERE GOES

Since this will be long I'm gonna pop it all under a cut,

so TLDR; Shizuo takes really good care of his hair; Izaya's morning routine is overly complicated or there is None At All; Izaya is an Any Pronouns type Bitch

I see a lot of people claim Shizuo's hair would be incredibly damaged or dry from his bleaching, but I argue that someone who has been bleaching their hair for over a decade and includes THEIR FUCKING EYEBROWS is not doing this in a half-ass way.

Also, we see Kasuka gift Shizuo the bartender uniforms, therefore I think it's safe to assume that even if the first couple of bleachings were damaging that Kasuka went ahead and helped Shizuo find a gentler bleach, as well as specific hair care products that are meant to mitigate the regular damage bleach can cause.

Source: i've been bleaching my hair for over a DECADE and i've only fried my hair TWICE both of which had nothing to do with the level of chemical and moreso that i fell asleep with the bleach in my hair.

Source: I have multiple friends of asian descent with different hair types who also have been very diligent about not frying their hair.

Source: We never see Shizuo's roots therefore we know he's keeping up with the ROOTS which thus causes less damage over all. Less Chemical means Less Damage which means He keeps UP with it to make it less of a hassle.

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Izaya's morning routine heavily depends on whether or not he's going out that day, meeting with clients or staying inside.

If he's going to be interacting with anyone face to face then his routine is to wake up, start the coffee and immediately roll into his 11-step skincare routine. He PAUSES this for a face mask and goes to make his coffee while running a bath. Then its a nice hour ish of relaxing in the bath, sipping coffee and scrolling through forums.

THEN when that's finished he finishes up his skin care, gets dressed and gets into his day.

If he's NOT meeting anyone then he just runs himself a bath and reads while having some tea.

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Those who know me know I'm always writing or drawing FtM Izaya, and I stand by that. But he's also an any pronouns type bitch.

I don't really see him having any surgeries, like he COULD easily but he gives the vibe that he doesn't really trust doctors, except Shinra, but he also doesn't trust Shinra to give him top surgery in a sense. It's a bit complicated. But mainly he doesn't worry about any of that. It's irrelevant to him, specifically.

Also, that being said, I like to imagine part of his obsession with pissing off Shizuo is also sort of gender euphoric in a way.

It's fun to not be treated delicately! And so openly and forward too!!!

By extension, I think Shinra is also FtM and Shizuo is NB but has a full time job so he can't worry about that rn (full time job is trying to kill Izaya)