#he knows how to make stuff for social media but his stuff is hardly ever effective as concept art

[columbojumpscare]

Ah yes the photobash softporn on pro account guy who doxxes children is going to give lessons again.

look at my art community backsliding into "references are plagiarism" like it's the dark ages of deviantart bro we are never going to be free

[struwberrii]

Hi! I love your American high school headcanons! Do you have any headcanons for the Karasuno third years hehehe

haikyuu!! at an american highschool ⋆⭒˚.⋆

thank you for the request!! hopefully u all enjoy ^.^

pt. 1, pt.2

characters: tanaka, noya, kiyoko, sugawara, daichi, asahi

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

tanaka

there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll actually show up to class

drives the most beat up busted car with no tint and no bumper

he and noya in the parking lot blasting music with the windows down

cafeteria lunch defender

probably pulled the fire alarm at some point as a joke

teachers have to tell him to pull his pants up bc he sags 😭

speaker in his bookbag

has been high in class multiple times

literally has no school supplies

does interview in the halls with his phone as a mic and is constantly getting humbled by pretty girls

somehow pulled kiyoko (everyone rips on her for dating him)

falls asleep in class and snores

bro is not graduating 😭

he and noya troll teachers

noya

uses a children’s bookbag bc he thinks it’s funny (people think he’s actually a child)

tanakas #1 meat rider

always making mildly gay comments and everyone in their friend group gets so mad at him

gym try hard

doesn’t have a car but skips in the bathroom sometimes

probably smoked one time and saw literal demons now he’s too scared to ever do it again 😭

his mom drops him off at school

another boy the girls have to hit with the “hear me out”

actually gets his work done but hardly passes

brings like whole family packs of cookies for lunch

crocs all day everyday

makes fart noises in class then blames it on other people

let’s his friends hype him up to ‘rizz’ up girls and 9/10 the girls laugh at him (poor guy lol)

kiyoko

unproblematic and everyone loves her

guys probably spread rumors about her when she rejects them but nobody believes them

you either want to be her or be with her

half ap classes

accidentally starts trends (like fashion trends)

tries to help tanaka with his work but he doesn’t ever pay attention

the only thing people criticize her for is going with tanaka 😭

quiet and keeps to herself

takes super neat notes

drives a pretty nice car and it always smells like japanese cherry blossom

always has one airpod in too

probably class buddies with suga and asahi

girls in the grades below her view her as like big sister

takes low effort instagram pictures and always ends up on the explore page with thousands of likes

suga

takes ap classes

the best and safest driver and offers everyone rides

sketches and doodles on the corners of all his assignments and notes

color coordinated notes with pastel highlighters

people think he’s gay but he just likes cute stuff

shit talks with teachers

everyone trusts him and he is very reliable

boy next door

has the cutest keychains and pins on his bag

‘takes notes’ on his ipad but actually just plays roblox

probably has a job at like a pet store or bakery

daichi

him and suga are the unexpected best friends bc they’re so different

spends all his free periods in the gym working out

has social media but never uses it

drives a truck but isn’t annoying about it

curbs #1 enemy

has really random knowledge about dumb stuff, like you could be complaining about your ankle hurting and he knows exactly how to fix it

he does not tolerate disrespect, shuts it down real quick.

plays cod during his free time

takes all regular classes but his grades never fall below 90s (As)

him suga and asahi get lunch together off campus at least 3 times a week and he always drives

working out 24/7

asahi

works at barnes and noble or a coffee shop

has a car but never drives because it makes him anxious

gets rides from suga

plays word cookies in class

smells really good and citrus y all the time

the craziest rumors go around about him, like about him being a grown man and being held back or being a criminal

nicest guy in the entire school

staff has stopped him in the halls multiple times because they thought he was a grown man and had to see his school ID 😭

always gets vending machine frappes

dresses like a youth counselor

watches movies during class

underclassman call him unc

[creatingblackcharacters]

hi there; first, thank you for making this blog and all the lessons you do, i really appreciate them as a Black person because it highlights a lot of struggles i face with fandoms in general, and why i dont interact more in certain spaces. it makes me feel seen

with regards to your questions, i'd also like answers to them from nonblack fans, especially nonblack anime fans. i don't even mean consuming anime with overtly racist caricatures of black characters (because numerous anime fans pirate their anime and never send a cent to the creators anyway), i mean how can they make fanworks of it?

how can they look at something that they are told is wildly offensive, but then defend with "well, this is how it looks in canon"? where is the line drawn between what's okay and what isn't? as long as it's slow and gradual, is there no line at all?

these are probably just rehashings of your own followup questions, so please excuse that, but i do have an anecdote

i joined a casual anime server the other day and a lot of folks were lamenting one Black character's racist design and how often those on social media will replicate it without thinking/caring. The thing that struck me is that, I've checked this character's tumblr tag regularly for a long time. There are always people who will post art/fanworks of this character with his racist design. Yet hardly ever, if ever, (outside of Black fans) have I seen any of these folks- the ones in the discord server- try to talk to artists/writers/fan creators/etc via asks/replies/etc. There's a notable amount of people in that server and a notable amount that agreed the design was outright racist and that they'll never make fanworks like that, and yet still silence

i'm not entirely sure what would be the line, or the "okay, that's enough" moment to spur any of these folks into action. i'm not sure if there is one. the only reason i don't make my own "hey what is wrong with all of you" post and blow up is because I've made a wonderful little friend group in this fandom who get it, and I don't want them to get caught up in whatever happens if I were to make a post like that

And this is just for getting people to stop using the canon design of the character, i.e., to stop drawing him as a racist caricature. This isn't touching on the people who 1) lighten his skintone [he's been horribly whitewashed over time, which has been reflected in some fanarts and fan merch], or 2) give him a looser hair/straight hair texture, rather than his type 4 hair (there's also #3, which is fanfiction with straight up slurs, and horribly racist writing in it that my friend heavily warned me not to read, but that was more of a one-off case and I've had the creator blocked a long time now).

my point being, we (Black fans) can't even get folks to stop with the caricatures, which we have to start with, and then there's even more of an annoying uphill battle with the other stuff. I'm just so tired of all of this; it makes me want delete my own works and turn away from fandom all together because i can't stand it.

trying for polite and assuming ignorance hardly ever works, speaking bluntly doesnt work at all, making public posts hardly goes anywhere (partly because of how rarely people reblog things anymore, partly because it makes people 'uncomfortable' to share this information with others). Black fans so obviously need help to combat this, and yet it's like sitting at a tea party and hearing all these pretty words in this one setting, yet nobody does anything different/better when the party's over/outside this setting.

sorry for dooming a bit, but like, genuinely i would like to know where the line is for nonblack folks? what is the point/are the points where you would speak up against antiblack racism? have you ever considered speaking up? if there's ever a moment you recognized antiblack racism and didn't say anything, why didn't you? did you consider how your lack of speaking up might affect your fellow Black fans? or how Black fans may be interpret this as silent agreement with the racists/with the racist 'norm'?

..those could maybe be alternative ways of asking your last followup question?

(if i've made any blunders or overstepped here, please let me know!)

No, I'm glad you spoke up! I too would like to see answers!

[grcetxt]

Fuck it we ball fanfic time. Gn reader x lars pinfield WOO

Okay WOO lmk if this is shit or ooc or anything, but im pretty happy with how this went :D its a little rushed, might redo it in the future idk. Also i made Y/N bit too much like me (northern) so watch out for that american readers SORRYYY. anwyays enjoy!

I am smart.

No don't laugh, I am, genuinely I am.

Maybe not in the way that others deem important, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am bright.

Pinfield doesn't think so, the prick.

Every day I come into work, all smiling and welcoming, and what do I get in return? A roll of the eyes if I'm lucky.

Dickhead.

But I don't let him get to me, I love my job. My boss is chill, I love hanging out with Lucky, and the Spenglers seem nice! It's a good gig, really.

I'm the "PR guy" for Ghost Corps. Every time they fuck up and destroy a building or whatever I'm the one who covers it up. I'm a real smooth talker, 'gift of the gab' my mum used to call it.

The team needs me, I know that, they know that. Im crucial to the whole operation, the sole reason why that whiny mayor dude hasnt shut them down.

I'm the one who goes to press interviews, who goes on the radio or on TV. I'm the social media manager, I make videos, and post tweets, fuck I've even started a Ghostbusters youtube account! I deserve a raise honestly. #justiceforY/NthePRguy

I get on with everyone at work except for Pinfield, and I genuinely dont know why.

I've tried getting him to feature in videos, or explain the science of stuff to me so I can actually seem like I know what I'm talking about- but he just brushes me off.

Gary tries to reassure me about this on a daily basis. "Its nothing to do with you Y/N" he smiled one day, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me away from the busy scientist. "He doesnt really talk to anyone, he gets really passionate about his work"

"I get that, but there's no need for him to be a dick to me, he's got me thinking all kinds of shit honestly!" I replied, exhasperated "I've never done nowt to him"

Suddenly, Pinfield raised his head from his work, scrunching his eyebrows together. "thats a double negative" he commented, looking at me as if I was stupid. Great, It's the most he's ever spoken to me and its a fucking insult- atleast I think it is.

"you what?" I ask, making my way over to him despite Garys protests. I fold my arms, looking as menacing as i can (which ive been told isn't very menacing at all)

"I said its a double negative, if you've never done nothing then you must've done something" before I can reply, he adds onto the end "which you haven't, by the way. I dont know why you think that. I treat you the same as anyone else"

I can't explain why his answer bothers me so much, but it does. Why does he view me in the same way he views the others? That's hardly fair. I'm always welcoming to him, I make time out of my day to include him in things. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely admire him aswell. His love for all things paranormal, the way he gets so excited and proud when he gets to explain the science of ghost-catching to someone. It's oddly endearing.

I tell him as much (excpet for the stuff about him being endearing, he doenst need his ego inflated any more than it already is)

He looks confused, I've never seen him look like that- its weird. Arrogant? sure. Annoyed? when is he not bffr. Happy? Once or twice. But confused? Weird. This is the guy with all the answers, the smart one.

He thinks for a moment, before seemingly making a desision. He stands up with a small huff of exhasperation, and walks off.

As he goes past me, he grabs my arm, more gently than I thought he was capable of. Okay, i guess im coming too. Fun, roadtrip time.

He takes me out of the lab and down the corridor, into a relatively well lit small room.

"Well this is-" before i can speak properly, he cuts me off. Told you he was a prick.

"I dont understand you Y/N" he blurts out, looking at me, as if I'm some sort of specimin hes studying in the lab.

"Well good." I joke. I dont like the serious tone he's taking. Dont like how aware I am of his gaze. HATE the fact I can feel my cheeks burning. Gross. Pinfield is a dick, we've established this. Why the fuck am I BLUSHING because he's LOOKING at me? Bit embarassing, pull it together Y/LN.

He doenst like this though. He shakes his head, pacing around.

"No Y/N you dont get it. I understand everyone, sort of anyways. I've observed them, I can predict their reactions to things. I know what they're all like- but you're... I just dont understand! You're so happy and nice all the time, but you also get angry at stupid stuff, but never really properly angry? I cant make sense of it, genuinely. You've not done anything wrong, you can't do anything wrong. Thats frustrating too. It's like you're this perfect, beautiful person, and I've been trying to see flaws but I cant-" He rambles, speaking like hes just letting out one stream of constant thoughts. He seems stressed, poor guy.

I interupt him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, c'mon Pinfi- I- Lars. C'mon Lars. I'm not worth the stress mate" I try and reassure him, but that just agitates him more.

"See! That's just it! I've been horrible to you, I admit it. But you've kept trying with me! When I hurt my hand you were the one who bandaged it and put it in a sling"

(i had found him almost blacked out from the pain on the lab floor, even the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine)

"you were the only one that looked for me after we all nearly died fighting Garraka"

("Pinfield? Pinfield!? Oh my god, there you are! Thank fuck you're alright!" Okay maybe this tiny non-crush had been going on longer than i thought... christ)

"I dont like the thought of you hurt..." i muttered, embarrased. this definitely wasnt how i was expecting this conversation to go, fuck my life I was crushing on a nerdy scientist who defintely didn't like me back.

He stopped his pacing and walked over to me until the gap between us was non existant. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his hand until he cupped my cheek.

"I don't like the thought of you upset because of me" he muttered, his voice low.

My heart completely stopped, my breath caught in my throat, was this happening? how was this happening? i swear this guy was like my mortal enemy not even 5 minutes ago. so many revelations were bieng made today...

I decided to be bold, why not? fuck it, i've got nothing to loose at this point.

I leaned in so our noses just grazed eachother, looking at him, really genuinely looking at him. his soft blue eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. Not pierce through it, like some weird blue eyed fuckers i knew, but looked. gently, tenderly, as if he was looking at everything i ever had been, or would be. like i was something beautiful, something to be treaured.

It made me want to sob at the thought. god, how disgustingly sweet.

"make up for it then" i whispered, the tension so thick i could cut it with a knife.

I'd planned on being the one to make the forst move, but apparently, that was all that Lars needed.

He kissed me. His soft lips pressed against mine, sotfly, tenderly, tentatively.

I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, so i quickly reciprocated. More eagerly than i owuldve liked- but oh well.

I could feel his hand resting on my waist, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It all felt so tender, so raw, not at all how i thought it would be.

I felt like a teenager again, and couldnt resist letting out a small giggle, making Lars pull away. He looked confused again, making me laugh once again.

"What?" he aksed, a sort of amused smile on his face.

"Nothing- sorry. Nothing at all. Just thinking of how fuming mums gonna be when i tell her ive got a posho for a boyfriend"

"I am NOT posh!"

"you are a littleee"

"I AM NO- wait- boyfriend?"

"oh shit didnt mean to say that bi-"

he cut me off with another kiss, this one much more confident.

It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my head, oh I could definetly get used to this feeling. This war, sweet, happy feeling. My senses were flooded with everything Lars. His taste, his smell, his touch.

I felt like I was learning to live again.

[luke-hughes43]

hard to love | will and dani

dani is struggling learning how to be a girlfriend, let alone a good one, to will. on top of having some serious doubts about them being together given how different their personalities are.

also, this is gonna be so long and I kinda apologize for that

~

I am insensitive, I have a tendency, to pay more attention to the things that I need, sometimes I drink too much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I don't why you stay with me

will sees dani walking towards the library while he's on his way to get dinner with the boys. he smiles and jogs over, "hey baby."

"oh hey will. what's up?" dani says smiling at him.

will takes her hand, "you going to your study time?"

"yea. why what's going on?" dani asks. will shakes his head, "nothing. I just haven't really seen or heard from you today."

"oh, sorry. I got caught up in just everything today. look, I have a really important paper to write, but I promise to text you when I'm done and if it's not too late maybe we can get ice cream or frozen yogurt or something?"

"yea sure. I'm getting dinner with the boys but I wanted to see you. I'll see you later baby." will says and kisses dani's forehead before she walks away and into the library.

he walks to the dining hall where he was meeting ryan, gabe, and jacob a little defeated that dani kind of blew him off. it wasn't just that day that he'd hardly seen her, it had been a week.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, and, I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, mmm, yeah

(dani overhears a conversation of will's teammates talking about them being together and it gives dani doubts about being with will. and then a few days later, she overhears some of the lacrosse freshman saying the same thing.)

"how does smitty date lady duke? like she's just so cold and antisocial and kinda bitchy and he's this like happy-go-lucky, kid in a candy store kind of person. like doesn't he get tired of dealing with that?" Connor says to Timmy.

Timmy says back, "I don't know what he sees in her but he's in love with her. and from what Lenny was saying, he has been for like 2 years. I agree though, how is happy and smiley will smith dating cold and stone faced dani duke. like she doesn't even smile when she's with him. I don't think I could ever do that."

"no for real. like I will never understand what will actually sees in her."

dani walks away after that comment. she's hurt to hear what will's teammates think of her relationship with him. but she also doesn't think they are wrong, she knows that she's cold and doesn't show her emotions often but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel things for will.

~a few days later~

dani is about to get out of the shower in the locker room when she hears voices and her name. one of the freshman girls, ali, is saying, "god I wish I was dani and dating will smith. like he's so hot and have you those curls. to die for."

"for real. like what does will even see in dani? she's very closed off and to herself. like we play on the same team as her and she's always at all of the team bonding events and stuff but I feel like I don't know her. I don't even know what she studies. like how does something has friendly and extroverted as will date such an introvert like dani? what do they even talk about?"

"it could have something to do with dani's twin brother?" Molly says.

alexa questions, "dani has a twin brother?"

molly nods,"yea. his name is ty, he plays hockey at michigan with her older brother dylan. I did a little social media dive into all the girls when I committed. they are all over her instagram with her sister but there's no sign of will. how long have they even been together?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know until I heard gabe's girlfriend talking about a double date. like we barely know dani and we spend all of our time with her so like there's no way that will knows enough about her to date her. there's no way anyone knows enough of anything about her to date her. let alone say that they love her."

she hears enough of what they are saying and storms out of the locker room and locks herself in her dorm for the night. and all she can hear in her head is everyone saying how she doesn't deserve will and that her personality is too cold for him and all the reasons that she shouldn't be with him.

and she can't help but believe them so she cries herself to sleep just thinking about everyone being right and will breaking up with her because he starts thinking it too.

I am a short fuse, I am a wreckin' ball, crashin' into your heart like I do, you're like a sunday mornin', full of grace and full of Jesus, I wish that I could be more like you

since dani has overheard not only her own teammates, but also will's teammates, having doubts about their relationship. dani has been short with everyone. including eden. will knows that something is wrong with dani and is doing everything he can to get her to talk to him but she won't budge.

she's just been going to lift, then class, then practice, then the library, and then her dorm without really talking much to anyone about anything. she's even shut her phone off.

will is upset at dani for avoiding him so he waits for her outside one of her classes and basically ambushes her. he sees her walk out and goes over to her, "dani, what's going with you?"

"what are you talking about will?"

"you've been avoiding me, hell you've been avoiding everyone. so what's going on, how can I help?" will says while he softly grabs her hand and gives a gentle squeeze.

dani looks down and rolls her eyes before saying, "nothing is wrong, I just have a lot on my plater with playoff coming up. I know that you get that. I promise I'm fine."

"then why haven't I heard from you?"

"because I shut my phone off so I could focus on everything that I need to do. I've been spending a lot of extra time on the turf and in the weight room to get ready for post season. I'm sorry I haven't texted you or seen you for a few days, I've just really been trying to dial in." dani says somewhat lying through her teeth.

she has been trying to focus on playoffs and but also avoiding will because she doesn't want him to know that people think they shouldn't be together.

will sighs, "I do get it dani. it just feels like your using that as an excuse to avoid me. I'm not saying that it's true but that's just how it feels. and if I did something wrong, I wanna know so that I can fix it and make things right."

"you didn't do anything wrong will. I promise. and I'm not avoiding you, or at least not trying too. I'm just trying to not let my team down in the playoffs and bring the natty home. I'm sorry, if it seems like I am avoiding you." dani says making eye contact with will. she even goes up on her tip toes to kiss him softly.

will smiles, "it's ok dani. I get it. how about tonight, I come over at like 9 and we just hang out? no phones, no teammates, just me and you and netflix or something?"

"sounds good. I gotta head to the turf, but I'll see you later." she says smiling. she kisses him one last time before rushing off to practice once again.

will still feels like there's something off with dani but she obviously doesn't wanna talk about so he's not gonna force her too. he just goes to her dorm for 9 like they talked about and dani even cuddled into will despite hating being touched.

I'm hard to love, hard to love, oh, I don't make it easy, 'nd I couldn't do it if I stood where you stood, I'm hard to love, hard to love, and you say that you need me, I don't deserve it, but I love that you love me good, love me good

will has finally reached a boiling point of dani shutting him out so one night as she's getting back to her dorm, he says to her, "hey dani. we need to talk."

"what's wrong will?"

"not out here. in your dorm." he says and follows behind her up to her dorm room. once inside, dani asks, "what's so urgent that you ambushed me at my dorm building?"

"us, dani. I know that you've been saying how you're just trying to focus on playoffs lately and I'm not saying that you're lying but I know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. did I do something and you've been pushing me away while you figured out how to break up with me?"

"no. that's not it at all. like not even close." dani says shocked that will thinks she is gonna break up with him. that's the farthest thing from the truth. she's afraid that he's gonna break up with her. she then says quietly, "I've been pushing you away because I'm afraid that you're gonna break up with me."

"what? how could you possibly think that dani? I'm so in love with you and I have been since I first saw you 3 years ago." will exclaims a little hurt that dani thinks he's breaking up with her.

dani lets his words sink in and starts crying. it's the first time will has ever seen her cry. she says through her tears, "it's just, we're such different personalities and I know that everyone wonders how and why were together and what you see in me and sometimes I wonder too. because I know I'm not the happiest or friendliest person and that I can be a bitch to everyone, especially you. and you are just so nice and thoughtful and loving and one of the best people I've ever met and I'm scared that you're gonna realize everyone is right and that we shouldn't be together and break up with me."

will's entire body softens seeing dani break down. he says softly, "hey, that's not gonna happen. I'm not breaking up with you. not now, not ever. I love you dani, there's not a whole of things that you could do that would change that."

"but why do you love me? what's so lovable about me? I'm quiet, I keep to myself, I don't let anyone in, so how can you know that you love me when you barely know me?" dani forces out.

"because I do know you dani. I know that you're favorite color is black because it's a color that matches with anything, I know that you wear your hair in the exact same style for every single game because you think it's good luck, I know that eden is your best friend in the whole world because she is the first friend you made in michigan, you see cutter like another brother because he's dating eden and although you don't think anyone is good enough for her you know that he treats her right, I know that you look up to alyssa and treat isla like the little sister that you always wanted, and I know that you don't let anyone in but I also know that you let me force myself in. and I know that because there's no way I'd know all of that stuff if I didn't know you. and I know that if you didn't have any sort of feelings for me, you never would've let me take you on a date or be my girlfriend. I know you so well dani duke, and I love every single part of you." will explains to her as he cups her face.

dani looks in his beautifully blue eyes and just sobs. she chokes out, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry will."

he pulls her in for a hug and just holds her tight, "hey, shhh. it's ok dani. it's ok." he tries calming her down by rubbing her back or his fingers through her hair. it works a little bit but she's still crying pretty hard. he says softly, "baby, I need you to breathe for me. we're ok, I promise, I just need you to breathe dani."

"I'm sorry for pushing you away and thinking you were gonna break up with me." dani chokes out.

will makes her look at him and he says softly, "what made you think that I was gonna break up with you?"

"a few weeks ago, I heard your teammates talking about us being together and how they didn't know how you put with me and what you saw in me. and then a few days after that, a few of the freshman on the lax team were saying similar things and how I spend all this time with them and they barely know me so how can you know that love you me if my own teammates don't even know I have siblings. and it got all in my head and I started thinking that they might've been right." dani explains.

will sighs, "why didn't you tell me?"

"because I didn't want you to hear it and then agree and break up with me. because I didn't want them to be right or to cause any problems. it's your teammates and my teammates were talking about here. we spend so much time with them and so we can't have problems or issues."

"I don't care if they are on the same team as me. I love you and you're my girlfriend, they don't get an opinion on who I date. only I do, and I wanna be with you. I love you dani, and no one else."

"I know you do. and someday, I'll be ready to tell you the same but I'm just not there yet."

"I know. I can read you like an open book dani, I know how you feel and it doesn't matter if you aren't ready to say it yet. that's never gonna change how I feel." will says smiling at her.

she smiles back and hugs him tightly. she mumbles against his chest, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm just not good at this whole girlfriend thing."

"it's ok baby. and you need to give yourself more credit, you're a great girlfriend. I love you, and I know that you'll tell me when you're ready."

dani smiles and kisses him softly. will pulls away and says, "so how does watching a movie sound? unless, you need me too how you how much I really love you?" he smirks by the end of his question with an eyebrow raised.

dani smacks his chest playfully, "absolutely not. no sex until I win the natty. I gotta focus."

"you're joking?" he exclaims. dani playfully rolls her eyes, "it's 3 weeks, you can last. but a movie and maybe some cuddling sounds good." she says hopefully. he nods and they get in bed with a cheesy rom com that dani picked.

she falls asleep like 20 minutes in but will keeps the movie on in case she wakes up. he kisses her head and whispers, "I love you so much and I will do everything in my power to make you believe it."

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hii I hope you're doing okay and that you feel well. I just wanted to request some small Tim angst.

Like the reader is a sweet person but Tim is kinda closed off because of Slenderman and stuff and it hurts the readers feelings bc he's distant for no reason in there eyes.

If you don't want to that's okay! I just don't find a lot of active blogs that have Tim/Masky angst so I wanted to request it here😭💞💞 I love your blog sm :)

𝔾ℝℝℝℝ 𝕀 𝔾𝕆 𝔽𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕊𝕋!!! 𝔹𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝔹𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝔹𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝕎𝕆𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝔼𝕆𝕎

ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!

Tiresome

In the beginning, your relationship with Tim was everything you could ever ask for

He was kind, loving, he saw you like no one else seemed to

But most importantly, he was present

And physically, he still is (well, at least he is sometimes)

But you began to notice as the months drag on, that he seems to become more and more tired, stressed, and isolated

You try to talk to him, asking what's wrong and if there's anything you can do to help

Even if he just needs space, or a break from your relationship for a while, you'd be happy to provide that, he just needs to tell you that

But anytime you bring it up, he insists that he's fine, and that he just needs some sleep

It only gets worse from there

All of a sudden, he gets very snappy with you, and hardly ever talks to you unless its him muttering about how he's going to sleep once he comes home

He starts smoking more than he ever has, the smell consumes your entire apartment most days

These strange pills start showing up, in your bathroom, in the kitchen, in your bedroom

Whenever you ask what they are or what they're for, he gets very defensive and tells you that it's none of your business

More and more murder reports start showing up on t.v and social media, mostly centered around where you and Tim live

It gets so bad that there is a statewide order stating that no one can leave their homes, unless they are essential workers or have permission from government officials sent to your state to monitor any suspicious behavior

That's when the hallucinations start

At first, it's just a small headache here and there, he will complain about it to you, then take a few of his mystery pills

But you start to notice that sometimes, he seems to be staring at something

Nothing is there, but he's so focused on whatever it is

When you ask him what's up, he will make a worried face and say that his entire vision and hearing was just clouded with static

You tell him that he's stressing out too much, and that he needs to just take it easy

He will sigh, and take a few pills

He then starts disappearing at random times

When he comes home, he reeks of dirt and body odor

He takes a quick shower, before plopping down in bed next to you, not even sparing you a glance as he turns away from you and falls asleep

This happens for the next few weeks, you constantly beg him to stay, plead with him not to go, you don't want him getting hurt

He usually doesn't respond to your attempts, just gently shoving you aside so he can open the door and leave

But finally, you convince him to stay

In your latest attempt, he had accidentally looked at you, and he had seen the pain in your eyes

"When did this all happen?" He wonders "When did everything go so wrong?"

And so, he stays

And this is the most attentive he has been to you in months

He is profusely apologizing while kissing all over your body, telling you that he knows he's been distant and that he wishes he could be here for you, but it's just out of his control

You both fall asleep peacefully that night, tears staining both your cheeks

You begin to wake up though, when you hear him shift away from you

Fearing he might try to leave again, you spring up in bed and grab his arm, only to find him sitting up, staring at the door of your shared bedroom

You can't quite read his face, it's a mix of no emotion yet high anxiety at the same time

When you ask what's wrong, he doesn't answer, seemingly frozen staring at whatever is at the door

When he finally comes back to the present, he gasps for air and frantically begins searching for his pills, popping at least 4 into his mouth

You try to comfort him, but as you do, your ears begin to ring loudly, and when you look back to the door, you swear you catch a glimpse of a long black tentacle slipping behind the door

[batsplat]

no no you actually must enjoy sete’s suffering at least a little bit while watching the 2005 season. that’s what this rivalry is all about! it’s so so absurd with the whole curse stuff, tragic and pretty bleak (for sete I mean), hilarious, malicious etc. like when you watching any of those races and commentators mention the curse and how wouldn’t it be nice for sete to win here but you know something they don’t! he’s literally never gonna win again guys ha! so you wait for something to happen right (almost gleefully at times) and then it does you’re like “well fuck:((“

the caveat here is that you must also actually rate sete too!

- your resident sete anon

no literally, not only is valentino being awful - he's also making you the viewer complicit in the torment of this poor man by making you laugh while watching it. every time the commentators say one of those 'will THIS be the time' 'perhaps the most important race of gibernau's career!!' 'oh how much he'd want to win this' 'in the next n laps we will discover what gibernau is made of' lines, of course you laugh because it's just. well. funny. and then you see another sete misfortune and the commentator says something like 'rossi will surely be grinning under his helmet' and then YOU are grinning at it, which oh my god the moral decay of it all. I'm hardly a stranger to being a hater in sports, but I'm really not a sete hater!! clearly!! which means I'm watching these replays where one of the main kicks is knowing this one man is going to suffer and having a great time with it and it's just?? a bit of a unique experience given I don't even hate this guy?? so. yeah. cheers valentino

the 'he really won't win ANY of these' bit is really the key because the cruelty of it kinda?? gradually sneaks up on you?? the theory of 'never winning a race again' starts as a fun fact - but it's really the cumulative effect that gets to you. the suspense is in watching how it'll go wrong this time. what will it be here!! .... ah. oh no :( look at him sink to his knees in despair :( onto the next one!! it's like being told at the outset you're watching a tragedy, but you watch it anyway... and once you really start clocking just how MANY of these things he could've won, how the pressure must have been building and building, how trapped he was in this truly absurd hellscape, how he was TELLING HIS FANS he would win one of these 2005 races and you just know he won't!! the horror of it all just hits you in the face. it's so bleak! what a beautifully miserable little story! it's also so funny terrible because the commentators are waiting for a narrative that won't ever actually come to pass. they think that sete will get Revenge, they think he will have the triumphant comeback, they're constantly hyping up how this is the race where sete will finally show valentino he's no pushover... it's almost like everyone is stuck in the wrong genre lol. and you can track how they finally cotton on in real time. sete will never be allowed his happy ending

and what really rams home the tonal whiplash is how joyous valentino is being!! the thing about valentino is that he isn't typically outwardly spiteful in victory, though jerez 2005 is perhaps as close as he ever gets. sure, in context a lot of his celebrations clearly are filled with spite, he is obviously a deeply malicious character, but you don't immediately see that when you're watching him!! I regularly see photos of his phillip island 2004 championship celebrations passed around on various social media sites because everyone loves those, first yamaha title, 'che spettacolo' is such a vibe, he's grinning so much, clearly having a blast... but the moment you reinsert context, you do remember how evil that whole thing was!! how much sheer concentrated malice poured into that performance and the weeks that preceded it. two risky last lap passes because he just couldn't stomach the idea of letting sete have shit on his big day. This Is The Face Of A Monster

look at him :) dickhead

like, 2003-05 really is just. the perfect arc isn't it. by 2005 the wall between the joy and the malice has completely collapsed and you're just seeing him having the time of his life while psychologically torturing his rival. and you know there's no way he'd rather win. and it's compelling! and it's fun to watch! and it is also. kinda sketch. ffs

[ysbrydthespoop]

Gorillaz Headcanons.

2D owns an extensive collection of band T-shirts and when Noodle was still small enough, she would "borrow" them and wear them as dresses. She still borrows them to this day. They just don't come down to her knees anymore.

Sometimes 2D still gets asked to show his ID, even though he's nearly 45.

Russel refused to let Murdoc or 2D teach Noodle how to drive. In fact after a certain incident that ended with a car on its back,he would only drive let 2D drive if he couldn't, if Noodle was in the car, and he wouldn't let Murdoc drive at all.

After Noodle joined the band, Murdoc forged every document she would need to live with them legally. This was a direct response to 2D asking him, "What we are going to do if social services come round?" He'd later find out that 2D quote. "Wasn't even thinking about any of that legal stuff. I was thinking about the state of this place. I mean, who'd let a kid live here? Especially with you?"

2D considers how they were able to keep Noodle in Kong Studios and even more so in their care to be one the greatest mysteries of the universe.

According to these fake documents, Murdoc is her adoptive father. Noodle has tried to burn these documents multiple times.

Creating these documents also promted the boys to give her a "real name" and this came from them realising they couldn't just put "Noodle" on these documents. They at least needed something they could put under "Last name". So, with five minutes, a couple of Google searches, and a session on Google Translate, a name was chosen. Etsuko Amainara. According to their research, Etsuko meant joy, joyful and child of delight, and no one stopped Russel when he wordlessly put it down on all the forms. Her last name was basically made up by 2D with the help of Google Translate is a probably badly translated version of sweetheart.

If you asked Noodle what she thought their choices, she'd say conflicted. She can't help but feel annoyed they didn't at least consult her before they chose a name that was going to be stuck to her on every document she carreid for the rest of her life. But it's not a bad name by any means. Though she does find her last name to be sweet and cringy at the same time

They hardly ever call her Estuko and she rarely uses it herself. Noodle is Noodle. No other other name suits her better. But they still use it sometimes, and they did so much more frequently when she was younger. 2D and Russel would say it with a stern tone. Their way of letting her know when they were serious. And Murdoc used it like a parent using their child's middle name. Growing up, she knew she was in trouble if she heard him yelling, ETSUKO!

One may assume (fairly because it's Murdoc) that he barely contributed to Noodle's upbringing. But in actuality, he was by far the strictest out of all her bandmates. At least in Noodle's opinion. He had a ton rules for her (and very few were rational) but the thing he was the thing he was the most controlling over was the internet. She wasn't allowed to use social media at all and chat rooms were absolutely forbidden. He wouldn't even let her use a computer unsupervised, even when she was fifteen going on sixteen. And he was hellbent on making sure Noodle didn't have a computer of her own. In fact, she once heard him saying to 2D and Russel that "if either of you get her a computer, I'm smashing it over your heads."He never gave an explanation as to why other than, "she's too young." But the truth was he was scared shitless of the internet and who could be lurking on there.

Rise of the Ogre is a tad inaccurate as well as outdeated. Russel has broken Murdoc's nose countless times before that book was written, druring, and after. Offences have included but are not limited to.

Letting Noodle get drunk.

Baking a batch of weed brownies and leaving them out for a then eleven-year-old Noodle to mistake for normal brownies and eat them.

Causing several car crashes that could have killed them all.

Hosting raves in Kong Studios and letting people trash the place.

Flirting with the bride at Russel's Uncle's wedding.

Hurting 2D (too many incidents to list)

Replacing Noodle with a robot.

Replacing him with a drum machine. But then he broke his nose an extra time for creating cyborg Noodle, for good measure.

Not telling him or 2D that Noodle was alive after the El maniana incident. This also caused 2D to snap, grab a random bit of driftwood, and beat the crap out of him with it.

Their reunion on Plastic Beach after spending years apart was UGLY. It started off wonderful. Tears and hugs and indescribable joy. Especially from 2D, when he finally knew his baby sister was alive. But then more revaluations came. Of the brusies all over 2D's body and that Murdoc had kept Noodle's survival a secret, and things went to absolute hell. For Murdoc. He ended up having to flee because everyone else wanted to kill him.

Their only regret about plastic beach being destroyed is that they didn't get to do it themselves.

After the band got separated and runited yet again and Noodle only agreed to rejoin the band on the condition they all go to therapy. Because, "Holy fuck! Every single one of you needs it."

She nearly had Russel placed on a phych ward when he started doing nothing but stare blankly at static. The only reason she didn't was because she started to see truth in the things he was seeing.

2D keeps quiet about his relationships and never tells the group if he's in one (for some reason. Not naming any names here) But if he goes quiet. Noodle imedietly notices and tries to find out why. If she finds he is seeing someone, she'll basically stalk them. Collecting information on them until she's satisfied 2D wont get hurt. She calls this "vibe checking".

Russel taught Noodle and 2D how to meditate. He learned it himself as a way to calm his mind from the things he was seeing.

After the Forever Cult incident. Noodle decided it would be best to put a tracker on 2D's phone so she'll always know where he is.

After, she also decided it would probably be best to put a tracker on all of her bandmates phones. None of them can be trusted unsupervised for very long. She hasn't told any of them about it. What they don't know can't hurt them.

A while ago, Murdoc managed to invent an elixir that keeps people from ageing and has been slipping into his bandmates' food and drink for years. He started doing this to 2D and Russel sometime around the Phase 2 era but decided to wait before starting it with Noodle, so she wouldn't be stuck living as a kid/teenager forever. And obviously, because even 2D would notice if she still looked thirteen ten years later. The whole reason for this, of course, was to keep his bandmates with him, and young and marketable forever. He hasn't gotten around to telling any of them just yet.

[writtenonreceipts]

Treat or trick 🎃

have an elorcan drabble!

She’s awake before dawn.  Long before the sun rises and the sky is still gray and thick with clouds.  It's a habit at this point and she doesn’t much mind it.  

It's not going to be a memorable sort of day.  She’ll spend it by herself, which isn’t very surprising or out of the ordinary, but it’s always welcome.

Elide has always been a solitary sort of person.  Mostly out of necessity.  Making friends was never one of her strong suits but she’s grown used to it.  So she won’t check her messages or her social media. She won’t be the person who wishes all of her contacts a good morning.

Instead, she’ll get out of bed and stumble to the kitchen to make coffee.  It’s the cheap stuff.  Hardly worth the money, or the effort.  But it’s the best she has and she doesn’t really mind.

Her morning routine is simple.  She eats toast and downs half her coffee before showering dressing in her favorite pair of leggings with a leather jacket.  Her graphic t-shirt is old and worn, depicting a national park that she visited only once.  It’s simple.  It’s her.  It’s the best way she knows of blending in.

Elide has never been the stand out kid.  Never been the sort of woman that draws attention.  It isn’t really a good look for her anyways.  She’s better at being behind the scenes.  That quiet support.

It’s how she’s always been.

Leaving the apartment that morning is the same as ever.  The gray dawn hangs heavy and the air is cool with the promise of winter.  The air is moist and the sidewalks are damp and pocket with tiny puddles of water from a passing rain drift.

Elide loves it.

She loves the cool weather.  The gray clouds.  The touch of change that still lingers with every changing season.

And maybe she’s too caught up in herself.  Maybe she’s too lost in thought.  Maybe it’s the magic of fall and autumn but she doesn’t notice the man until it’s too late.

She doesn’t weave like he does and clips his side.  Her coffee is tucked in a thermos so it does splatter, but she’s always had a bad ankle and she nearly goes down entirely until a strong hand grasps her upper arm and grounds her.

Elide gasps, letting out a muted curse as she looks up into a pair of onyx eyes.

“Sorry,” she says, breathless, “shit, sorry.  I wasn’t watching…”

She trails off because it was too obvious that she hadn’t been paying attention and the man that is standing before her is her neighbor.  A neighbor she hasn’t spoken to but she knows exactly who he is.  The one with the dark gaze and massive form.  The one who plays piano late at night and at odd hours in the day.  The one she can’t help but watch when she does see him in the hall or out her window when he’s on the street chatting with friends.  But she hasn’t spoken to him.  Because he is dark and stoic and unapproachable and--

“‘S’alright,” he says, voice low and scraping, “you good?”

When she nods he slowly releases her.  Immediately, Elide feels the loss of his steady weight but she doesn’t know what that means or what to think of it.  It’s that small distance that makes her feel the autumn air curl tightly around her.

“Thanks,” is all she can manage.

He nods, waits until she’s taken a steady step, and heads back into their apartment building.

And Elide can’t stop from looking over her shoulder and watch him disappear inside.  And Elide will remember that small moment the rest of the day.  Especially when she returns home that night and hears the familiar lull of a piano echoing through the walls.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Oh, the Lure of Emily

I've been withdrawing.

Not for all that long, I don't think, but social media goes so fast, so that means letting a lot of opportunities to be "social" disappear into the ether. I shouldn't. I need to practice connecting with people and it used to be so much easier for me to do that on the internet, but I really hate just about everything about it now. It's hard to put what I mean into words fast enough, and it seems like that's hard for a lot of people, but we're doing it anyway. That's a lot of what I don't like interacting IRL, and it's here now. I haven't found a place that's not like that.

I entered into this level of interaction at the behest of a soulless corporation that doesn't care about any of us (clearly) and I'm being asked to pay more than I wanted to give (ex. curate an ever-lengthening feed of more people who want to be seen, help train AIs who'll render me and others invisible, accept a certain amount of increasingly heinous ideas with no pushback to be polite/for my own mental health/to keep my interaction from being nothing but that stuff), in return for much less than what I wanted to get. Mainly, it's so strangers can click a button that says they "like" something I did, and never interact with me, or any other aspect of me, ever again.

It's like that on my site, too, except I disabled the "like" and comment functions out of frustration. The interface became unsustainable and It's mainly bots using it. I've improved my ratio of "recorded clicks that were probably a human being" vs. "probably a webcrawler or spambot" for the privilege of seeing how few people are interested.

And social media isn't helping. I mean, why would it? It's getting all it wants out of me on spec, and it does not have to deliver visibility. It never did. That was always something I needed to "earn." It just seemed to be easier to do that in Web 1.0. I had a message board, once. It survived a move from one dying host to another (which, I think, is also dead now - everyone's on Discord) and I picked up enough people to write and have fun, with very few jerks I needed to ban, and no bots. Wow. If someone was being a total bastard, they were made of meat and I could yell at them and register an objection like a person. Does anyone out there remember that?

A big part of me wants to be a postmodern Emily Dickenson. You can have my work after I'm dead, if you want it. I'll "publish" by printing it out and putting it in a box. Even the fanfic stuff. Interacting with fandoms hardly seems worth it for me, they've got their own issues. And, as for social, you may have one garden party a year, and maybe I'll exchange emails with one guy who says "this stuff is good". We live small enough, and we're doing well enough, that I could probably hide and keep making art uncompensated. Unless something happened, and then I'd probably wind up on the street or in an institution of some kind. Not the nice kind.

And, as much as you [as in, anyone who trips over this] would protest the loss of me to my face - out of some feeling of human solidarity or philosophical devotion - were I to vanish, it wouldn't matter where. You'd get used to not seeing me. You'd read something else. Maybe I'd be happier, maybe I wouldn't, but that wouldn't involve you, so you'd move on.

That big, dumb jerk Nietzsche (who was, at least, made of meat) posited that Sisyphus must be happy, because he knows he's doing what he's supposed to and what's going to happen next, forever. But, really, the only thing you'd have to do is say to him, "Every time you put one iota of effort into pushing this rock, there's a small chance it'll take off and fly. If you're really doing your job, it will, it's just a matter of time!" And then it doesn't. Not just for his whole life, for eternity.

I'm not being punished for cheating death. I'm being punished for cheating corporations - not even cheating them all that much, I don't think, but it's enough. I don't look profitable, because that wasn't why I started pushing this rock. I wanted to make a difference. I'd like enough money to live and keep creating, and to pay some people to help me, but all that's just some boxes to tick on the way to making a difference. And I can't tick those boxes for a corporation or for myself.

The only thing that's gotten me attention is when someone bigger than me gives me a namecheck. I could just keep begging creators I love to do that, but a lot of people do that, and I don't think creators like it. They didn't ask for that responsibility. They don't have time to vet every person and see if their work is actually good or just AI generated garbage. Or delusional garbage from someone who thinks they can create, but can't, really. I'm losing the confidence to keep begging people to understand that I'm not delusional. Maybe I am, ya know? That would explain my situation too.

At least, if I kept it all to myself, I'd be dead when someone found my boxes and boxes of papers and chose an excerpt for their treatise on hypergraphia in freaky recluses.

Thoreau got it twisted. People make pretty baskets so someone will use them. If it has no use, it's neither a basket nor an art object. Someone has to pick it up and use it for it to be either of those things, and hopefully both. I use my baskets. I think other people could, but I know I use them. It would be a lot easier for me to do that if I didn't keep leaving them outside when I've finished weaving and hoping someone will pick them up.

But, I typed this into a window on Tumblr, so it's going outside with the rest. As will the others, for the time being. My words will probably be used to train an AI, and already have been. Yours too. Self-determination is reserved for the Emilies. I do want it, but...

Not enough to give up this painful hope that a rock might fly.

[whyy77772]

#RadioStatic2024

#RadioStaticWeek

Day 2!!

Very late, I know. But I got it out!! Today’s prompt was cooking/sharing a meal. I drew ‘cooking’ (I really like how I drew vox in the second drawing, kinda messed up Al *guess who I draw more - IMPOSSIBLE*), and I wrote ‘sharing a meal’. I was late bc I had a bunch of stuff to do after school and inspiration didn’t hit for the writing until 10pm lol. Anyways, I’ve linked the fic, please read on ao3. But, if you’re too lazy, you can read here as I’ve pasted it. Hope you like todays :3

Chapter 2

Sharing a meal

Alastor looked down at the written letter in his hand, double checking before finding where the address led to. It was a fancy looking restaurant, but classy. Certainly out of character for Vox, Alastor thought. It had been 2 weeks since the extermination, and Vox had invited Alastor to dinner to discuss business. Alastor could hardly believe this wasn’t some sort of trap, but he knew he would be able to escape easily if the situation called for it. Alastor walked into the restaurant, being met by a terrified hostess standing at the front. Alastor asked if Vox had been there and she nervously pointed a shaking hand over to Vox, sitting at a table by the wall near the front, his cyan/blue theme crashing with the dimly lit warm lights, old yellows, and reds that covered the entire establishment. Alastor walked over to the table, greeting Vox with a ‘hello’, to which Vox responded with a very clearly forced smile and ‘hi’ through gritted teeth. Alastor found it impressive how Vox didn’t burst out in anger at the sight of him. He’d always been so emotional when it came to him, Alastor thought.

Alastor sat down, making eye contact with Vox. “So, I assume you need something.”

“Well, yes and no. Why not have dinner first, catch up?” Vox said, voice distorting, trying to make small talk.

“Oh, why of course. You make better decisions on a full stomach, you wouldn’t know that though, would you?” Alastor smiled mockingly, successfully pissing Vox off more by reminding him of the time he asked Alastor to join the Vees, right before eating dinner.

Vox called over a waiter aggressively, trying not to explode right then and there. Alastor ordered venison and a bottle of Pinot Noir, while Vox ordered a filet mignon. While they were waiting for their food, Alastor tried to spark conversation, mostly just to aggravate Vox.

“Well, what have you gotten up to without me? Certainly couldn’t have been much” Alastor asked, inspecting his claws dismissively while Vox drilled holes in him by how intensely he was staring.

Vox, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm himself down, started. “Well, you know Valentino, our partnership has really been working out, as you know. My tech business is booming, and Valentino’s industry is unsurprisingly thriving.”

“Hm, too bad none of you actually do anything of value.” Alastor laid his claws on the tablecloth and tapped them. He never really liked that moth, saw him as only a distraction to Vox, steering him in the wrong direction.

Vox’s eye twitched, the lights in the room flickering. “Ha, right. In other news, we have another member. Her name is Velvette, although I’m sure you’ve heard of her. Runs hell's social media, she’s very influential on hell's younger residents. I don’t expect you to know what social media is, you were never one to keep up with the times, were you?”

“No use in keeping up with the youth, I say. A waste of time. They may like their moving pictures and modern entertainment, but nothing could best radio. Besides, nothing good ever really came out of, how do I put this… Overlords like you and the Vees.” Alastor smiled smugly. Vox was losing his cool.

“Oh you-“

“Ah, it looks like dinner is ready.” Alastor gestured to the imp server, placing down their meals, the Pinot Noir, and two wine glasses.

Alastor grabbed the bottle, pouring some into his glass, then into Vox’s, before taking a sip and cutting into his meal. Vox watched with disdain, never taking his eyes off Alastor as he angrily cut into his steak.

30 minutes of silence passed, and eventually Alastor patted his face with a napkin, finishing off his second glass of wine. Vox finished the rest of his filet mignon, and his third glass of wine before Alastor spoke.

“Lovely food, I must say. Not the best venison I’ve had in my life, but decent enough. How about yours, Vox?”

“Great, yeah. So, about the actual reason I invited you here?” Vox sounded impatient, his voice fluctuating in tone, ready to get this over with.

“Ah yes, I almost thought I would have a nice night. So, what do you need?” Alastor tilted his head slightly.

“Well, as you’re staying at Lucifer's daughters place, I assume you have contact with him? Well, I was wondering if you could get him to help with Voxtex’-“

“I’m going to have you cut you off there, Vox. I am not your errand boy and I will not talk with that man for you, he’s a nightmare to live with. You know, you shouldn’t drink that much Vox. It makes you stupid. You’re prettier when you’re not speaking. Do me a favor and never try ask me for something like this again. It was nice having dinner with you, but I’m afraid I must leave. Goodbye, Vox.” Alastor stood up, and joined the shadows, leaving Vox sitting in his chair alone.

Vox sat, face flushed, half from frustration, and half from being flustered by Alastors comment. He could hear his fans whirring on.

“Wait, that asshole left me with the bill!”

Hope u enjoyed!! Srry this was kinda boring again lol

[brothersonahotelbed]

my coworker and i were talking today about the new season of loki and how neither of us has watched any of the new episodes yet and what was crazy was that he said he had heard next to nothing about the new series, whether it was bad or good or anything like that, and he's on tiktok and instagram and twitter, like he's very active with social media. and then i was like ..wow you're right come to think of it i have not heard a LICK about the new season with the except of one piece of fanart from the tumblr radar. and he was like if i didn't know better i wouldn't have known at all that there was a new season because there's been zero talk about it online and only a few commercials on tv. and then i confessed to him that despite loki being one of my favorite characters ever i really wasn't all that into the first season and hardly excited about the second and i really felt like they didn't do his character justice and also i think the sylvie arc was stupid as hell and mobius should die and to make things even worse they barely gave loki ANY cool sexy audacious outfits to wear. like. he wore a fucking dirty white button up and slacks and a tie nearly the whole time it seemed. also i didn't say this to him but i hhaaated that they were pushing loki and sylvie to be together, and i didn't hate that because it was "weird" that it was "selfcest" or whatever like that wasn't even the worst bit the worst was that sylvie's character is bland and boring and kind of anoying and it makes me feel like i'm a misogynist for not liking her but honestly i think th emarvel writers just threw her in there and maybe they're the real misogynists here. like everything about the show just sucked and it's like okay are you going to give loki an actually interesting arc or are you just going to make his whole character about being abused and neglected and soooooooooo close to redemption but it turns out he'll always be the bad guys haha! like what the fuck. marvel always fucking treats him like trash not to mention i thought the plot of s1 was kind of boring and i would MUCH rather watch a loki tv show that was all about his youth on asgard or honed in specifically on his relationship with thor OR GOD FORBID HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOTHER??? QUEEN FRIGGA??? DOES ANYONE REMEMBER HER CAN WE GET A LITTLE SPOTLIGHT ON HER?? AND THE WAY SHE TREATS LOKI SO WELL AND MAKES HIM FEEL LIKE HE'S REALLY WORTH A DAMN IN THIS WORLD?? I WANT TO SEE THAT KIND OF STUFF NOT MARVEL'S SAD AND SORRY ATTEMPTS AT HETEROSEXUAL ROMANCE CONCERNING A CHARACTER WHO IS CANONICALLY QUEER. GET LOKI A FCKING BOYFRIEND AND THEN DIE !!!!!!

[thestalwartheart]

i think q has non-tech hobbies. like i know everyone headcanons him as being a nerd and gaming and coding stuff for fun, but i think he's one of those anti-social-media anti-electronics kinda guys when he's not keeping the nation safe. he's got a long distance runner build, so maybe he does marathon fun runs just to turn his brain off after work? idk

bond makes those little airfix aeroplane and boat kits, and watches ww2 documentaries. not ww1 though - he thinks it's too depressing. at least ww2 had a greater good. he has an unbroken wordle streak (though he did cheat once).

eve is one of those people who buys ugly things from the oxfam shop and resews them into something cute to post on social media. she has a dedicated hate following of people who think it's immoral to resell things you've made from charity shop purchases. once she trended on tiktok (in a bad way) and q branch had to erase her existence.

It's Meta Monday!

Anon, you would not believe how many software engineers I work with who do long distance running (or swimming or cycling). I can believe that about Q! I also think you've hit the nail on the head with him being anti-social-media and anti-electronics outside of work (unless he's needed to build something for himself). The more you know about tech and data, the less likely you are to ever let it in your home. Famously, all the tech billionaires (including Zuck, who isn't the focus of that article) limit their kids use of their own products.

Bond with model planes and boats is such a good take! And so is the unbroken Wordle streak. I bet he regularly texts Q and/or Moneypenny to brag that he got it on the second guess. I think Q would get more annoyed about it, though, since I headcanon him as a Scrabble champion and seeing those texts from Bond about Wordle probably ruins his day. ("It's just guessing!" / "There's hardly any skill involved." / "They're never even interesting words!")

"Once she trended on tiktok (in a bad way) and q branch had to erase her existence" - I bet he also gave her a lecture that lasted half the work day about the perils of social media and their job.

[tabootubbo]

i think you and some anons may have misunderstood part of the conversation with bbh. it starts at 0:38:20 if anyone wants to rewatch.

it's funny because i don't even have an issue with quackity really but he wants to paint every criticism as haters who are like "nazis".

bbh was good at pointing out that there are hardly ever good or bad guys in life, but i don't think tubbo was listening to the subtle peace making points he was putting out.

this is what tubbo was saying too. they were in agreement. he wasn't calling the haters nazis, he was saying they tend to take things to extremes and act like the people they hate are evil like nazis (still a bad comparison but for different reasons. i prefer bbh's wording about cartoon villains). they were both talking about how people tend to rush to judgement online without thinking things through. neither of them got into the specific issues with the translators it was mostly generalizations about stan culture.

he did say people who criticize Q because of what Toby said are just looking for reason to hate

it's true that tubbo completely set quackity up by saying he didn't want to step on any toes. it kinda implies that quackity would be angry at him which might not have been the case

they also both talked about people taking quotes out of context and interpreting them in whatever way fuels their own points. his words weren't intended to set up quackity and they don't have to be interpreted like that.

I understand wanting to lift up your friends- But being an adult is also letting your friends know when they are doing something wrong.

true but he dodged the actual point about translation completely

there are some fair criticisms here. he does have blindspots caused by loyalty to his friends, although to be fair he is also capable of calling them out at times.

i would like for him to look further into the actual issues within the translator drama but i don't think he currently knows much because i don't think he's bothered looking past the surface. which leads back to the point he made himself about people making snap judgements on social media. unfortunately at surface level a lot of tweets about it have been very angry and lacking in nuance which is why it turns into drama so quickly.

i think my issue with tubbo's speech is that it came across more slightly more hypocritical than based. it's not that twitter isn't shit, it's that he has the same impulses himself sometimes and plenty of blind spots too. all this stuff is very subjective though, you can read me saying tubbo 'set quackity up' as misinterpreting his intent, when to me it was actually just a comment about the unintended consequences of his words

[slxtarchive]

OBSESSIVEBF!CHRIS HEADCANNONS

⌗ 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐠𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. implied sexual content (will advise you later on)

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. my first time doing this! lmk what you think

sfw !

obsessivebf!chris who’s always asking you where you are (giving he’s not with you) not because he doesn’t trust you but because he’s just curious and wants to know what his girlfriend is up to.

from my lovely bf: Baby what you doing? I miss you 😕

to my lovely bf: baby i just left

obsessivebf!chris who’s always holding your hand whether it’s in public or private, he needs to be touching you.

obsessivebf!chris who wants to know what you like and takes the time out of his day to listen to your favorite artists and watches your favorite shows and movies.

obsessivebf!chris who when you’re in a car video he likes to sit in the back with you and forces nick to sit up front.

obsessivebf!chris who when you’re in a car video with him and his brothers and he notices you’re getting uncomfortable or you’re not feeling alright, he insists you go home and he goes with you.

obsessivebf!chris who when you mention anything you’d want to buy he’s already adding it to his cart and gifting it to you the next day.

“chris i told you, you don’t need to buy this stuff for me!” you insisted as chris was handing you a bag that you had wanted and mentioned a few days ago.

“i wanna spoil you leave me alone.” he huffed giving you a kiss.

obsessivebf!chris who tries to learn the work you’re doing so he can try to help you with it whenever you need

obsessivebf!chris who takes a shower when you take a shower. there’s hardly ever time he’s alone in the shower unless you’re gone and he can’t be with you. (he’s pouty when that happens)

obsessivebf!chris who learned how to drive and got his license just so you didn’t have to drive yourself anywhere. (he loves being your personal driver & loves that you’re his passenger princess)

obsessivebf!chris who decorated your side of his car with your favorite color and put your name on the mirror above the seat.

“you like it?” chris asked smiling proudly at what he had done to your side of the car.

“chris, you’re so cute. i love it!!” you giggled.

obsessivebf!chris who doesn’t go a day without posting you and appreciating you on social media and in everyday life.

christophersturniolo tweeted: i just love my girlfriend so much

obsessivebf!chris who personally replies to any online haters that talk shit about you

chrissturnlover2 replied to christophersturniolos tweet: but she’s not me 😫 babe come home the kids miss you

christophersturniolo replied to chrissturnlover2: i love my girlfriend

nsfw !

obsessivebf!chris who hates any sex position where he can’t see your face

obsessivebf!chris who loves nothing more than to be face first deep in your pussy. he can spend hours eating you out like you’re his last meal.

“chris, faster! i wanna cum.” you whined. chris has been tortuously been licking your pussy for minutes straight, never picking up his speed.

“you just taste so good i don’t want it to end.” he groaned slurping up your juices.

obsessivebf!chris who when you’re sleeping insists that he stay inside you for a little bit because he’s ‘cold’

“cmon baby, it’s chilly.” he whined, his breath on the back of your neck.

“chris, it’s hot as shit. you wanna be inside me just because.” you rolled your eyes.

“and what if i do, let me please.” his hands made its way to your sleep shorts tugging them down slowly waiting for your permission.

“fine.” you mutter with a small smile on your lips.

obsessivebf!chris who loves when you moan his name so he edges himself so that he can make you cum over and over.

“fuck chris yes, right there.” you moaned while chris was biting back his whimpers. he thrusted harder into you desperately needing you to moan his name. he wanted to hear you scream it. “shit…chris! feels so fucking good.” you clenched

chris smiled feeling his orgasm inch forward. he couldn’t help cumming to the sound of you moaning his name.

obsessivebf!chris who mentions sex with you whenever he feels like it.

“what if we fucked right here right now. just pulled over and went for it.” chris said while you both were driving home.

“chris- i.. what?” you laughed in disbelief.

“what?! or i guess we can wait till we get home.” he huffs in defeat.

obsessivebf!chris who loves when he can provide a seat for you…if ykwim

“cmon ma, give it t’me.” he muttered against your clit. your arousal dripping all over his chin.

© slxtarchive

[thesefourwallsstory]

Part 2: ???

The sun peeks its head through my blinds, pouring heat over my body and a bright light into my eyes, "I guess it's time to get up" I think to myself. I slowly rise from my bed and make my way to my bathroom. I brush my teeth, comb my hair and steal a long look in the mirror.

"Maaaaaaaaaan, when did I start looking so tired, these bags are huge" I say as I stretch out the skin beneath my eye, turning darker and darker from lack of sleep and constant rubbing. "I really should get to sleep at a better time but I'm always having too much fun dinking around on this thing" I exit my tiny bathroom and pick up my old, beat up guitar and strum the strings. What greets my ears is the most disharmonious sound I've ever heard, I wince. "Yeah, I should probably get you tuned before I try that again." I set the guitar back down and turn to face my mess of an apartment, "Same goes for you, I always wonder how you get so trashed when i'm hardly here." I finish my daily routine off with some half-burnt toast and sit down at my computer. I grab my headphones and put them on, and slowly get sucked into some games and social media. 

Before I even realize it, it's approaching noon and I'm starting to get hungry again. My phone dings. I pick it up off my desk and look at the notification, it's a text from Tanaka, "Hey Makoto-chan ;P, you up to get some food?" 

I hastily replied, "Don't mock me or I'll start calling you Tana-kun again around your girlfriend" 

Another message "Okay okay, jeez man when'd you get to be such a hardass?" 

"When you started calling me Makoto-chan, anyways I'd be down to get some food, I'm assuming you don't mean any food and you really want...." 

"Yeah... I'm craving that ramen place again, you can't blame me though, it's really really good, all the intricate flavors of the broth and the supreme texture of the noodles.........." He goes on for a while about how good the ramen is. At this point, I've learned not to stop him. 

"......I guess what I'm trying to say is, they just put a lot of love in every single bowl!" 

"Yeah yeah, all this hearing you ramble on is making me even more hungry, I'll meet you there in 20 okay?" 

"Sounds good to me Makoto-chan <3" 

"Didn't I just threaten you about calling me that?" 

"Yeah yeah, just don't forget your wallet this time, see ya there >:3", I seriously don't know how Tanaka does it, he doesn't have a job and still lives with his parents yet he manages to always have the money to stuff himself full to the brim with food, and I know he pays for it too! Well whatever, not like I'm complaining, he always reminds me to bring my wallet but he covers me every time we go out. I grab my laptop bag and make my way out of the apartment. 

Oh, and before I forget, my name is Makoto Shigeru, though you already knew the Makoto part. I’m fresh out of college and fresh out of a job haha. I’m 21 with bleach blonde hair and the most mediocre.. I mean the sexiest pair of brown eyes you’ll ever see. No matter what I seem to do I always get struck with bad luck, but eh that’s just a part of life. I’m learning the guitar to keep a promise to my late father. He always saw an artist in me, although I haven't seen it just yet. When his time was near he left me with his prized guitar and asked me to learn it so I could “free myself from my worries with music,” he was an odd one sure, but I knew he only wanted what was best and it’s not like I’m going to reject the wishes of a dying man. Soon after he passed, I picked up the old six-string and started to practice. One thing that irks me is self-centered people who don’t even try to get others. I don’t think I’ll ever see eye to eye with someone like that, even as much as I try to respect and show kindness to everyone. 

Speaking of self-centered people, I think my next door neighbor hates me, he hasn’t made an issue out of it yet, but I can hear him groan every time I start to practice. Though I’ve never seen him, he just strikes me as the type of guy to push his problems onto the world. I know he’s working for some tech company and from the unintentionally audible monologues, I don’t think he’s a huge fan. Maybe I’ll try to give him some advice….. Yeah, maybe I will.

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