#he's just like radio? what radio! 😃

[superiorsturgeon]

Coco: *monitoring Pyrrha from an unmarked CFVY surveillance van and coaching Pyrrha by radio* …okay, just like we practiced. Here he comes!

Pyrrha: *hides earpiece under her hair* Hello, Jaune…!

Jaune: Hm? Oh, hey Pyrrha.

Coco: Now ask him to explain the lore of Bloodborne!

Pyrrha: Why would I want to know about that?

Coco: You wouldn’t! Ask anyway!

Pyrrha: 🙂‍↕️

Pyrrha: Jaune, can you explain the lore of “Bloodborne” to me?

Jaune: REALLY?! Okay! 🤩

Jaune: *starts rattling off the deep, dense lore of Bloodborne, including the DLC and optional chalice dungeons*

Pyrrha: Coco, now look what you did, he won’t shut up! 😫

Coco: That’s normal! Keep nodding along!

Jaune: *pauses* …you know, Pyr, Weiss never asked me about my interests! I feel so close to you right now! You know what? You’re my favorite person in this whole school! 🥰

Pyrrha: Do I shove his face up my skirt now? 😃

Coco: Third date!

[romsabombs]

OH BOY

Malevolent part 51 "The Purpose" notes

omg purpose... is it about oscar

ok faroe metaphor :(

who did we kill this time😐

what is going on bro

lilith.....!!!!!

HELL IS EMPTY AND ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE??? WHATTT THATS HARD

MY FAVOOORITEEEE💥💥 :3333

this is awesome LILITHH

THE PORTRAIT i was right about this

what the freak!!!☹️☹️ mean as hell

"which is worse, to die or to have never existed?" idk ask shubby

WHAT two weeks😦 new prison pits??

"you've been here from the start" hmm do u think the radio static at the end of each episode is lilith listening in

what is going on bro

ok who is gonna die . i think antoine

oh .. .lilith mention

what is going on bro

two days ago..

bro really thought hed go this far and have no one question his motives

blackstone is just portable kiy

a key huh . thats why kayne needs it

WOAH WHAT WAIT HUH WHA😨

MOOOVE ORTHORR

naur not the horse :(

this is hot

JUST LIKE DADDY HELLOO????😀

that was HOT

"you are being manipulated" ya no shit

arthur my pet🥰<3

shes known about u forever bro

arthur my sweet boy :33

do u think harlans voice SUFFERS doing the lilith voice

ofc we remember the butchers chair..

how is that rabid dog👺 okayyy...

DEAD and GONE 💜

"not all things that are dead are gone. and not all things gone are dead" faroe:(

the campfire light :(( OHH FAROE :(

Bull Shit 😐

THE GLASS? "you thought i'd forget:)"

oh no her magic 🤕

"let me look at it" his blind ass

oh 😟😟😟😟😟

did alia predict this

"something sinister assaults my will" OH 😦

bro they all trust him to have good intentions AND HE DOES but its . but :( but hes giving it to the enemy

"i cant do this without you" ok vro..

WOAH 🤕 nononono :(( god☹️

put him down like a sick dog

:( :( ohhh this is sad . lily all over again

it felt Necessary:(

HAHA evil thing to say

is this the first time characters have talked over eachother

it WAS antoine im correct about everything actually :33

ONE OF THREE?? ohh many more seasons to go

AZATOTH MENTIONED💥💥

ok deadnaming her dad funny as hell

the FLESH!!!!!!! 🤕

"power👺" "is that so😐"

you LIE 😡😡😡

dang he like actually cared about these people?? wild

:(( ohh antoine never survives the horrors

will we have to kill him AGAIN but fr this time???

eat the elephant‼️

day of wrath is near😟😟😟

OH SHES the day of wrath??!!

"how can i keep going" :•(

aw :((( MAN ☹️☹️☹️

what if i bash my skull into a wall

antoine bro SIT DOWN😭

scratch........🧍‍♂️

"is everything alright" "yes m'lord . besides the way i feel" me asf

thats so SADDD protect his ass 😞

they never tell him anything bro

oh wait . no nvm he knows

ohhh hes going mad🤕 jesus christ

talking over eachother again

"oh! 😃 anything! 😁"

antoine....😞

OHHH COME ON :((( WHATAT :( NOT THE WAYLAY 😟😟😟

brother you've BEEN there

his atheist ass why couldnt he jus lie

yeah what the freak . just LIE

WHAT :( :( ohh antoine :( 😞

i love this episode structure its so interesting

arthur loves not taking responsibility for his actions

:(( FAROE :( the fire can't fight the rain

WHY LIT A FIRE THAT IS SURE TO DIE??????? WHAT :(

oh this episode is devastating

he had a life :(

this is CRAZY 😟 NOO ALIA

shes just a girl living in captivity..☹️

she had to sleep eventually 😓😓

"i did not doubt you but i needed to try myself" "i understand" ohh he sounds so defeated

oh antoine 😞😞 send his ass back to the lighthouse

at least he slept ..

"let me see it" BLIND‼️‼️

THIS IS SO SAD dont yell at him bro

nurse hes talking to himself again

OHHHH this is DEVASTATING

god damn it . its the end of the world

we LEAVE her :( 🤕🤕🤕 if i fell into eternal slumber would u leaveme. ..

what thefreak!!! we should try true loves kiss

oh she left us a letter :(

thats TERRIBLE

BRO ITS ANTOINE 🧍‍♂️

lilith shes a girls girl🎀

shes traumadumping

yeah dont give it to her asf

hes like humanitys spokesperson

💥💥DADDY💥💥

racism is TAUGHT 💜

shes losing the idgaf war

shes so passionate about deadnaming her father

hes so HOT idc idc

not for comfort..

ANTOINEEEE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

antoine your whimpering is awfully distracting

lilith help us??🎀

DIVORCE DIVORCE DIVORCE🎊🎊

GOD I MISSED THIS divorce arc

"i need somewhere to scream at the top of my lungs. if they didnt hurt so fucking much" :((( hes so me

YORICK HASNT YAPPED FOR TWO WEEKS??????? fork found in GARAGE

NOOOO dont be cruel :( BRO BRO

WHAT THE FREAKKKK 🧍‍♂️☹️

it was a TEST

has he gone mad 😟😟😟

NO WHERE ??!! 😦

was it a test????

HAHA they dont TRUST him!!!!!!

antoine :( ..... 🤕

they r so alike

i cant believe it was CLICKBAIT

:(( ohhh this is TERRIBLE

HAHA what do we do now like. where are we without hope

god .

hes still ALIVE bro . hes a fighter

OHH what if i SOB and PISS and DIE

HARDDD one of the hardest monologues in the show i fear

purpose mentioned

YAAAA FUCK YOU‼️‼️‼️

WHAT BRO leave our girl faroe alone

"sometimes the things that were in our life for far too little time make the biggest impacts" OHHH WHAATATTT WHAT IF I DIE☹️☹️☹️☹️

whole ass episode about faroe and they aint even say her name once. CINEMA

ohh this MUSIC i fw this HEAVY

her death didnt have to be the end for him :( SOBBING CRYING PISSING

when one door shuts and locks another secret little hatch opens somewhere

NONONONO not today 👺👺

"you do what you have to do. i'll enjoy the starlight" he WINS the idgaf war

im literally gonna EXPLODE

first severance finale now THIS

next episode nightmare part 2 ??? i LOVED that episode im a sucker for nightmare sequences asf

guys i think he finally accepted her death :((

brb gonna THROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cringefailvox]

Radiohusk fan to Radiohusk fan, do you have a favorite headcanon/theory about how they met?

Mine is Husk essentially being Alastor’s rebound after his fumbled situationship with Vox. Only this time Al made sure his new friend could never hurt or leave him by taking his soul (Alastor 100% learned the right lesson from his previous disaster of a relationship😃)

Though of course, Al is probably in denial about his own motivations on that front and just tells himself he wanted to keep Husk around for some surface level reason, like Husk having a nice singing voice or something

oooh this is such a good question!! i've always liked the idea that alastor thought husk was genuinely interesting and funny, but alastor's affection for others isn't decoupled from his willingness to use/hurt/manipulate them, and so he often ends up doing fucked up stuff to them in a combination of legitimate schadenfreude + a "this is for your own good" attitude. so he stalks husk for a while, flitting around the casinos and playing low-stakes games for shits and giggles, settling into a routine of weird antagonistic friendship that isn't fluffy but is maybe something a little less complicated than alastor's other relationships, with there being a pretty simple give and take of entertainment and excitement on both ends. husk lives for the thrill of this dance with the radio demon, even though he's very aware of the danger, but that only makes it better. it's all the highs of a risky gamble and exactly as unpredictable. i also like to imagine alastor uses his favorite foot-in-the-door tactic here too, weaseling little deals and favors out of husk here and there, so small as to be negligible, unnoticeable, very nearly trustworthy - if husk were an idiot, which he isn't.

and then when husk starts losing more and more, his empire crumbling underneath him, he's the one who turns to alastor in a moment of weakness, chasing the riskiest thrill he knows in a last ditch attempt to recover everything he's lost. alastor, of course, laps up his desperation and happily takes his soul, because what else could he have done? this isn't an end to their game, it's just a change. husk, better than anyone, should know how to appreciate that. and in a lot of ways, having husk on his chain is even better, because now alastor can fuck around and never have to find out because husk will never be able to hit him back in any way that matters. husk retains a resentful respect for alastor, bound up in self-loathing and bitterness and regret, but not hate, not really - for all his flaws, alastor does take very good care of his things.

[luffyvace]

what BSD characters are like driving!! 🤗 (😀)

includes PM, ADA & DOA

(these are short + no gifs bc it’s a LOT of characters)

Killing/threatening warning, yk, PM stuff..

PM

Mori Ougai: (I don’t condone his behavior—they ruined what he could’ve been)

actually a decently normal driver?

occasionally pushes the red/yellow light, especially if he’s late for smth important

will you Elise to be like “please my little girl is in the car 🥺😕” if he’s gets pulled over

Only trust him to drive you around if your one of his executives…otherwise if he asks you to get in his car- DONT.

Nakahara Chuuya:

ultimate road rager

really it’s not him it’s all these grannies drivin around!! 🙄

gets a million tickets a month but has the money to pay them off

i mean, he would. If he didn’t just kill/threaten the police officers..

don’t let him see Dazai either 😭😭

will probably be like “HEY DAZAI, ITS A DREAM COME TRUE” and (try to) ram his car into him—using his ability too, as a bonus

Kōyō Ozaki:

swears/mutter under her breath about how “people are idiots” more than she actually curses people out

i feel like she only would if someone were to damage he beautiful car (she has it custom with lots of pink floral patterns, not in a childish way!- it’s very pretty 😊)

she can afford to fix it ofc but it still upsets her

that person definitely doesn’t go home that night…..

she’s very beautiful so she could probably con her way out of getting tickets “I won’t do it again officer~” immediately rolls her eyes and calls them names that will not be stated here as soon as she drives off 😆

Ryunosuke Akutagawa:

I believe he’s a decent driver as well

Only drives recklessly if he’s angry/Dazai forced him to take Atsushi with him 😃😭

definitely drives safe when his sister’s in he car 🥹💗

usually turns the music all the way down

Gin Akutagawa:

would prefer to walk or have Ryuu drive her <3

but she does know how, knows the basics but sometimes forgets what random buttons do

gets pretty shy when she’s pulled over (she was either speeding because she was late for work or just happened to be caught going during a red light) so the officers let her go with out a ticket, just a (non literal) slap on the wrist “don’t let it happen again kid”

doesn’t play any music at all

Ichiyo Higuchi:

uhh she’s either driving wildly because she’s trying to help out Akutagawa or decently but parks on curbs/hits others car often 😃😅

forgets to turn on the radio since half the time she’s in the car she’s rushing

yeah I don’t have much to say since she drives pretty okay 👍

Ryūrō Hirotsu:

prefers to walk 100%

doesn’t even know why he has a car

actually yes he does it’s because it’s an old school model he’s had forever and is proud of

so he also doesn’t drive bc he doesn’t wanna scuff it up

would be a good driver if he did tho

will be the driver for other people’s cars tho

Michirō Tachihara:

very impatient

especially since most the time he’s trying to get to work

im ngl he’s probably made his car fly to work one day since he can control metal

maybe Chuuya has done that too…..definitely.

honks the horn like crazy 😭

tries to tone it down if one of his superiors are with him tho, like Kōyō, Hirotsu or Mori

Sakunosuke Oda: (Odasaku)

only drives crazy during emergencies

Good luck to whoever is in the car with him at that moment, your getting flung all over the place- seatbelt or not 😂😂

Otherwise you can 100% trust him to drive you around :)

very responsible, turns on his turning signal, stops at even yellow lights and never gets tickets 😊💗

Ango Sakaguchi:

another reliable and responsible one!

except he’s not as bad when it comes to emergencies 😭👍

he drives fast inbetween lights when it comes that kind of thing, like if it’s 3 green lights he’s stepping on the gas, but if there’s a red he’ll speed to that very light 😭

or he’ll just keep going since he’s a officer 🤷‍♀️ I forgot abt that..OOPS

ADA

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

really good driver

stops for animals, people, red lights, yellow lights

only downside is he sometimes doesn’t notice the green light

he’s one of those where you have to be like “uhhh the light is green”

Akiko Yosano:

uhhhhhh don’t drive with her

Professional road rager

has a quicker temper with men than women but she’s still speeding past you angrily either way….

only difference is she might hope out to curse out the men if she has the time

gets like 4 tickets a month..😭

Atsushi Nakajima:

he’s getting there! 😃

would drive better if Dazai didn’t keep rushing and distracting him 🤦‍♀️

tries to drive extra safe when Kyouka’s in the car /p (I don’t ship them she’s 14)

has to drive Dazai a lot of the time, and is pretty much the go to pick up guy for Ranpo too

or anyone who needs a ride really, he’s too helpful for his own good because he knows they’re gonna drive them crazy- but helps them out anyway 😅

Doppo Kunikida:

vv good driver 🫡

ultimate best driver passed his driving test with flying colors

Dazai be driving him crazy when he’s in the car with him but it’s okay he can drive with his feet/knees 😭🤷‍♀️

plays soft music from underrated bands

Jun’ichiriō Tanizaki:

uhh Naomi bothers him way too much while he’s in the car

wouldn’t accidentally run so many red lights if it weren’t for her

doesn’t even notice it’s red until she points it out and he’s already passed the stop line

They agree to both pay for the ticket

Kenji Miyazawa:

doesn’t drive

lives walking and would rather to say hi to the citizens everyday

likes to take it slow so he gets up early to walk to work

hes used to it since he’s a farmer 😊

Kyōka Izumi:

knows the basics

will start speeding without warning if you tell her an emergency has happened

hold your horses yall 🗿

mostly let’s Atsushi drive/prefers for him to so she can stare out the window

prefers no music

Osamu Dazai:

don’t even get me started

he only drives regularly when something serious happens

Don’t be fooled he’s certainly going over the speed limit

but he’s not being loud and obnoxious for once

will sing along to songs annoyingly loud and encourages whoever’s in the car to join (only Kenji does, but nobody mind him <3)

accidentally runs a few red lights but at least he’s never ran over anyone (it’s came close….)

Ranpo Edogawa:

doesn’t drive

only hitches rides from others and by others I mean Atsushi

I mean he can he’s just too lazy to and also likes to stare out the window

Wants to be the one in control of the radio despite not being the driver “I’m the worlds greatest detective! And I deduce you should let me choose the station!”

Naomi Tanizaki:

only gets rides from Juni

i feel like she doesn’t have a license yet

she walks to school and rides home with Tanizaki after work

always bugging him while he’s driving

she’s learning to drive from him even tho she doesn’t want to do she could keep hitching rides with him

probably thinking about failing the test on purpose but she realizes she wouldn’t be able to drive him to the hospital/agency if something were to happen..

Kirako Haruno: (office clerk lady)

if something happened to Tanizaki she would be the one to drive Naomi around

just make sure she never tries to drive while drunk…

otherwise a decent driver….probably occasionally pushes yellow lights

only gets a ticket once every 6-7 months or so

DOA

Kamui:

safest driver in the lands

yk cuz criminals be the safest drivers so they don’t get pulled over

LOL /j but even if he did the officer would immediately recognize him, apologize and back off

so yeah! Not to say he’s recklessly but he can definitely get away with running red lights :P

Bram Stoker:

um…..I actually don’t know why I put him here

LOL

would obviously hitch rides untilll…ifykyk 😊

but even then driving a car would be way too complex for him to even WANT to learn to do….

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Okay now the actually criminally safe driver is him (PUN INTENDED LOL)

could probably use his intellect to get out of getting a ticket anyway

knows all the laws and has the memorized somehow and will probably outsmart the officer

doesn’t drive unless needed tho

Nikolai Gogol:

what does HE need to drive for?! 😭

bro just use your cape!

anyway he’d probably only do so if his goal required it or fun to run people over and set them free 🫡🕊️

another one who doesn’t drive

Sigma: (male alpha giga chad 🙂)

⚠️S5 DEATH/ENDING SPOILER⚠️

HELP ME I SEARCHED UP FYODOR’S NAME IN ANOTHER TAB AND I FORGOT HOW TO SPELL IT INSTANYLY SO WHEN I CLOSED MY KEYBOARD FYODOR D AUTOCORRECTED INTO FYODOR DIED 😭

Can I get a moment of silence for sitting here and taking the time out of my day to write all them COMPLICATED AHH NAMES⁉️🗣️

[allastoredeer]

Archangel anon again! Here for those extended Gabriel headcanons. Okay! Gabriel's the messenger of heaven, so i imagine that it's his's responsibility to convey messages between heaven and hell. That makes Gabe the only sibling Lucifer has been allowed to have simi-consistent contact with since his fall. They're not allowed to have long, deep conversations, but they do try to catch up a tiny bit. I see Gabe as a trickster with a heart of gold. Seemingly a charismatic goofball who takes very little seriously. A fast-talking, smooth-talking, ALWAYS talking jokester who can make you want to tear your hair out one second, then charm the pants off you the next. He's the best liar of the family, incredibly good at playing dumb despite actually being quite cunning, strategic, and above all else, PETTY. He is very protective of his siblings, especially Lucifer nowadays (side-effect of being the only sibling allowed to talk to him) and can hold a grudge like no ones business.

But, the main reason I wanted to give special attention to Gabe is because of his patronage. As I was doing research on Gabriel I made a delightful discovery ripe with potential. Remember how I said Gabriel is the patron of communication services? Well another way to phrase it would be he holds patronage over all forms of transmitting information from point A to point B. This includes telecommunications that transmit information through electrical means. Such as telegraph, telephone, internet, and broadcasting. ALL forms of broadcasting. Including both television AND RADIO.😃😃😃

Do you see? Do you see the abundance of potential that I see?? Gabriel is the Patron Archangel of both TV AND RADIO. He holds dominion over

TV AND RADIO

I cannot begin to describe the joy I felt when I made that discovery! Instantly got the brain buzzing.

Alastor and Gabriel have the capacity for either becoming instant best friends or instant enemies and I can't decide which one I like more... Oh who am I kidding, it's enemies. Imagine Gabriel is visiting Lucifer and Charlie and he inevitably buts heads with Alastor. Either Alastor says something snide about Gabe himself, or maybe Lucifer. Meanwhile, Gabe has gone uncharacteristically quiet and just stares at Al for a long moment. Then, an unreadable smile slowly forms on his face and he laughs good-naturedly, slapping Alastor on the back a BIT too hard but otherwise just says "You got me there, buddy" before sauntering away.

But the next morning, Alastor tries to enter his radio tower to do his morning show, only to find the door is locked tight and there's some kind of powerful ward keeping him from shadow-porting in. Then, every radio in hell suddenly comes alive as none other than Gabriel's loud, bombastic voice comes pouring enthusiastically from the speakers.

Gabriel has redefined the term "pirate radio" by not only hijacking Alastor's radio tower, but also literally every radio in hell. And worse, he's turned Al's show into one of those "zany" morning-zoo radio shows. The kind of shows thar are more annoying than funny that always play on the radio on your way to work or school? I imagine Alastor considers those shows a perversion of his medium. And as the cherry on top, Gabe refuses to relinquish control back to Alastor calls in (the number is 1 777 3625, that's 1 777 DMBK🤭) and apologizes ON AIR for all of hell to hear.🤣🤣🤣

You know what, I'm kind of with Alastor on this one.

If someone messed with my passion like that, I would never apologize. I would double down. I'd never stop pushing those buttons, consequences be damned. You want me to say sorry? Nah, bitch, how about you stop being a wuss?

LOL I think Alastor would take a megaphone, plop himself on a rooftop (or just roam the streets) and do his broadcast like that. He'd find himself a soapbox to stand on. You know, the old fashioned way. I mean, depending on if Alastor can control radiowaves, he might be able to hijack one of the speakers he set up all over Hell. He'd pick a new one every day, and diss on ol' Gabe. He'd go into how Heaven keeps repressing the sinners of Hell, first it was the Extermination, and now Heaven's silencing their voices. When will the tyranny end? How long will they put up with this??

LOL Idk now that I'm thinking about it, the idea of Alastor starting a revolution against Heaven purely out of spite is incredibly funny and I love it.

(Also that is really interesting about Gabriel patron of communication 👀 that has so much potential)

[eth4nsknife]

could you write ab going on a beach date w jack!!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. beach day. [jack champion x reader]

── "life's a picnic."

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summary: you and jack decide to go to the beach and he surprises you with a picnic :)

warnings: none, just fluff! 💞

a/n: WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS IM SO SORRY FOR LONG WAIT IVE BEEN STUDYING FOR FINALS AND SHIT IM SO SORRY 😞

“hey, wake up sleepy head” jack spoke softly. he nudged you and you groaned. you opened your eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “jack it’s like 5 in the morning. on a saturday.” he chuckled “i know. but i wanna take you to the beach.” “at 5 in the morning? maybe later. can i go back to sleep now?” you threw the blanket over your head, but he pulled it down. “nuh uh, no more sleeping. come on, get up.” you sighed and sat up, half asleep. “good morning sweetheart” he smiled and gave you a tight hug. you took his arms off you. “jack, i love you but i really wanna go back to sleep.” you rubbed your eyes. “can you just get ready for me, please?” he pleaded with his big, brown puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he brought out his puppy eyes. “alright, alright fine.” you stood up and walked over to the bathroom. “yay! you won’t regret it. i put some clothes out for you already so you wouldn't have to worry about it.” he was smiling from ear to ear. you couldn’t help but chuckle “thanks love”

jack grabbed his keys then you were out the door. you had on a cute, blue two-piece swimsuit with an oversized shirt and some denim shorts over it. jack had on some swim trunks with a white polo shirt. you watched jack as he hummed to the song faintly playing on the radio. even when the sun wasn't fully out, his still glowed. he was gorgeous. “you’re staring, love” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. “because you’re so pretty” he and you both blushed. “and you’re so beautiful” he said as he placed his large hand on your thigh. butterflies fluttered all over your stomach.

you grabbed your bag from the back of the car and jack walked towards you with a blindfold. “what's this for?” you asked. “i want you to put it on. there's something i wanna show you” he said. without hesitation, you wrapped it around your head and he helped you tie it. jack knew that you loved surprises. he grabbed your hand and guided you. you felt the sand at the bottom of your shoes. “alright we’re here!” he untied the blindfold and you gasped. your favorite foods and drinks are laid out on a blanket, along with your favorite type of flowers. there was even a little note from him saying how much he loved you. you wrapped your arms around his neck tight and kissed his neck. “this is so sweet, j. i love you so much” "anything for my sweet girl" he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding tight. you and him never wanted this moment to end.

after you guys had ate and joked around a little, jack pointed at the sun. “look! it’s sunrise!” you looked up to see it for yourself. it was a mix of red and orange, with a hint of pink. it was beautiful. as you were admiring the sky, he cupped your cheek to grab your attention and kissed you passionately. his lips tasted like the cherry lip balm you gave him for his birthday a few months back. he really wanted that lip balm, for a reason you didn’t know. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he straddled you. “i love you, dork” you started twisting his curls, something you did often that he loved. “i love you too, princess”

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this was so rushed 😃

[officialdump]

What would we need to do if we had a small shifter currently huddled up in the radio room with no details other then hes a shifter, hes scared to go home, he has most likely been living outside for a long time, and he doesnt seem to want any help?

This seems like a department issue… do you handle empoweeed children well fair?

- 🧸🖍️ ( @damn-daycare-news )

short answer, yes

long answer, still yes, but the system is kinda shit and only work for a big handful of kids

it works for a lot, but not for all

and judging by the detail for this little man, I don't think he'll do very hunky-dory there

I mean, if he doesn't end up having any proper home, u could always send him my way 😃 I DON'T MEAN THAT IN A WEIRD CREEPY GUY WAY, I'm just really great with kids and wouldn't mind having to take one under my wing if he's too much for u👍

[borathae]

Chapter 6

HOSEOK BITCH STOP GRANDMA???? THATS A STRETCH AND KNOWING U ARE AN ANCIENT BEING, DAMN I-

Hoseok stumbles, colliding with Seokjin’s chest. ofc he laughs with his entire body FUCK I MISS HIM WTF NAH NOPE WE WONT CRY WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHER

JIN U BETRAYED ME??? HOW COULD YOU

Seokjin pleads, giving you the biggest puppy eyes that man hates aegyo on command, but watch his ass do aegyo on command if its on run bts tasks 😭 ik he will be the most supportive one if you told bts you are selling feet pics

who calls their fraternity Alpha? What kind of superiority complex do they have?” 💯fr

What are you? Secret vampires or something?” um

So mysterious”, Hoseok says, ok ig

“that man can be an asshole.” WHAT DO U MEAN MY KITTY IS AN ASSHOLE????

dig his metaphorical fangs into your neck and drain you of your metaphorical blood WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? (ik what it means, but 👀👀)

at least she got her sleep and is stress free now, i guess thats a win

JAMAL CHILL?? OOH JIN TELL EM SIS, WHATS HIS PROBLEM?

they are quaking with the desire to punch each other’s faces in. BE LESBIAN, PROBLEM SOLVED YEEHAW

Without me? homie really said that with his whole chest

It’s one of those activities you like to call terribly boring." ??? sir ??

also u know what, i will make it unboring for you real quick, lets go on a pirate ship, that will make u scream

dont judge my man yall, he was giving birth to lie on the pirate ship

WHAT DID TAE TELL HIM???? JAMAL SMILED AT ME??? his moodswings be like ➡️⬅️⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️↕️↔️🔄️↪️↩️⤴️⤵️🔃

joon asks me out to study AAAAAAH 😩

holding his arm before you giggle into it. *twitching eyes WHY SHE GOTTA LIVE MY DREAM AAH BUTTER TAE THOSE ARMSS 🤤😋

“Oh you’re still here?” Taehyung asks STOP HE IS SOO SASSY, GIVE THAT MAN LONG NAILS

making Taehyung chuckle.......... one of his weirdly dishonest ones. tae when jin forces him to laugh at puns (that still makes me cackle)

He is a self-centred peacock PEACOCK DAMN GURL

“Violence is never the answer IT IS THE SOLUTION

ok sorry tae, back to serious mode, IS THAT FORESHADOW TO HIS PAST(mentioned in drabbles)

we are going swing dancing today UWUW

I can’t dance. What if I make a fool of myself?” I CANT DANCE EITHER, LETS GET MARRIED we can swing dance together for shits and giggles and get drunk in each other's laughter and smile, kissing passionately as if we are still in high school.

(omg that was so romantic, lemme just copy that)

did i tell you i still love the way he talks, its so coquette, in a manly way

I am a terrible student. i got exams in a month i have barely studied 😃😭

time does really fly fr it does, you wish it went fast, but when you think back, you wish you could live in that moment one more time

“cake is quite the delicacy oof the fanciness

ah yes old stuff *sighs in delight and coziness

There is fog in the air. It got stuck on the rooftops of the houses. Like a perfect gradient it makes them disappear into a grey nothingness. if this scene was on tv, what color light would it have?? (background lights you know) i was thinking of yellow, since we are talking about antiques

“I guess…” you look out the window for quite some time to think of an answer. You look at the perfectly polished stones of the sidewalk. You watch how the rain builds little rivers in the nooks and crannies. And that is when you get your answer. and the lights slowly becomes cool and blue (blue for calm, unity and stability)

thats a nice perspective of history but for the love of god, i cant stay awake or mentally present during it 😭

With your cheeks burning up like crazy and a big smile on your face you look out of the window again. A swing song comes on the radio, Taehyung turns it louder the tiniest bit. AND THE LIGHTS TURN PINK

“N-no? I-I’m alright”, you stutter. we can see that

Taehyung gets a few (probably painful) steps on his toes, but he doesn’t say anything. MASOCHIST ALERT 😭

stop flattering me im shyyyyy *shakes booty like jimin

this is so cute bye im soo single

“this was like in the movies! Do it again!” SHE IS SOO CUTE UWUW MOVE TAE SHE IS MINE *hits the gym so i can yeet tae out of the way and carry her

HE DID IT AGAIN HEEEHEEEEHEHHE

“Okay but that throwing thing you did? You can’t just do that without training first. Also why are you so strong? It’s inhuman really.” SAY IT SIS

I just think you are beyond precious”BYE IM GONE

Why do an elderly lady and Taehyung know each to such extent that they are hugging as if they were two old friends reuniting? dont overthink, they are just besties, um they met on a idk metro yeah

“it’s been so many years and yet you still look the same. While look at me”, OBVIOUSLY ITS SUS

Perhaps I should have taken the offer back then.” 👀👀

“What offer?” um the plastic surgery offer, anti aging laser. HERBS YEAH IT WAS THE HERBS, SHE MISSED OUT ON AN HERBAL MASSAGE

No way! That’s splendid! Just what you dreamt of!” they are such cute besties pls

It is hard not to choke on your olive, not when your body is burning up like that. i choked on air

How is it?” WHY IS THIS SOO HOT STOP DONT FOLD THAT FAST BITCH NA UH *also folds like a lawn chair in a sec

Taehyung gets off the barstool and closes the distance between you and him. SIR MY MENTAL HEALTH???

you stutter, knees buckling slightly as he helps you stand up. SLIGHTLY???? u mean buckling like a trying on heels

You haven’t told anyone ever but in your dreams you always pictured your prince charming to be good with elderly people and kids. Not that you would tell anyone your stupid fantasies, but you really did picture him like that. we all do, tae is a prince charming *sighs in high standards

“I think you gave that lady proper heart palpitations fr, i got so giddy just reading

And so full of life”, 👀👀👀as opposed to what sir???

Taehyung seems properly flustered for a moment, eyes flitting downwards and blinking rapidly. YES WE GOT THE CUTIE PIE FLUSTERED YEEHAW THIS IS A WIN FOR THE GAYS AND UNGAYS (i love to use this in sentences unrelated to sexuality)

quite sad to think that we are looking at something which has died thousands of years ago ... Well if you say it like that mood sis

it is nice to know that we can look at the past when we look at the stars?” waaaah im in love with her

I always thought of them as a reminder of death”, “or rather hell.” AYO??👀👀

they are still burning bright. Mustn’t it be such a burden to never get to rest?” ooh

*starts playing love maze

“Then you mess up, you mustn’t worry about mistakes you haven’t even made yet” i will try to remember this all the time

because right now I am thinking that this lamp is also alone, surrounded by darkness and thick fog and it should feel so terribly lonely and yet here it is, outshining both of them." 

HOW DO U WRITE THIS WELL?? LEAVE US SOME TALENT CRUMBS

People normally aren’t happy when they are around you and finally experiencing it feels so good.  WHO HURT YOU POOKIE??? IM COMING WITH MY FRYING PAN

this is soo cute i cant, the writing, them, the lamp and the stars gosh, i feel so giddy i wanna spin around the lamppost like a simp does in music videos

Yes darling” Taehyung whispers and there is obvious seduction in his voice. OHO HO HO I SEE U NAUGHTY BOI

this was a cute chapter im gonna sleep soo good with idk grass and unicorns in my dreams

HOSEOK BITCH STOP GRANDMA???? THATS A STRETCH AND KNOWING U ARE AN ANCIENT BEING, DAMN I-

lmoaoao he is so mean for no reason fajsdfja I love him JFAJDFJ

Hoseok stumbles, colliding with Seokjin’s chest. ofc he laughs with his entire body FUCK I MISS HIM WTF NAH NOPE WE WONT CRY WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHER

LISTEN I MISS HIM TOO OMFG I'M IN PAIN

Seokjin pleads, giving you the biggest puppy eyes that man hates aegyo on command, but watch his ass do aegyo on command if its on run bts tasks 😭 ik he will be the most supportive one if you told bts you are selling feet pics

I miss him so much 😭 BUT ALSO LESS THAN A MONTH TILL HE IS BACK OMGMGMG (the most supportive for feet pics would be Tae though change my mind. you can't.)

who calls their fraternity Alpha? What kind of superiority complex do they have?” 💯fr

no but it will ALL MAKE SENSE LIKE LIKE LIEK LIEKEKE LIKEKE

“that man can be an asshole.” WHAT DO U MEAN MY KITTY IS AN ASSHOLE????

the foreshADOWINGNNG (i said too much)

dig his metaphorical fangs into your neck and drain you of your metaphorical blood WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? (ik what it means, but 👀👀)

HELLOOOOOOOOOO

Without me? homie really said that with his whole chest

THE JEALOUSY of this man LIKE

It’s one of those activities you like to call terribly boring." ??? sir ??

i love their sass fr fjadsjf

WHAT DID TAE TELL HIM???? JAMAL SMILED AT ME??? his moodswings be like ➡️⬅️⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️↕️↔️🔄️↪️↩️⤴️⤵️🔃

perhaps something with her metaphorical blood HELLOO

joon asks me out to study AAAAAAH 😩

AAAH (scared)

holding his arm before you giggle into it. *twitching eyes WHY SHE GOTTA LIVE MY DREAM AAH BUTTER TAE THOSE ARMSS 🤤😋

when this video dropped I lost IT

ok sorry tae, back to serious mode, IS THAT FORESHADOW TO HIS PAST(mentioned in drabbles)

mhmhmmhmh

time does really fly fr it does, you wish it went fast, but when you think back, you wish you could live in that moment one more time

YES THIS OMFG the most painful thing ever 😭

ALSO I love how you thought of different colours during the scene <3 I love this energy heheh <3

Taehyung gets a few (probably painful) steps on his toes, but he doesn’t say anything. MASOCHIST ALERT 😭

there are no lies to be found here tbfh

“this was like in the movies! Do it again!” SHE IS SOO CUTE UWUW MOVE TAE SHE IS MINE *hits the gym so i can yeet tae out of the way and carry her

NO BUT THANK YOU i LOVE HER SO MUCH she is so cute frrr

“it’s been so many years and yet you still look the same. While look at me”, OBVIOUSLY ITS SUS

it IS

lmaooao you losing it over Tae existing is so me fr

it is nice to know that we can look at the past when we look at the stars?” waaaah im in love with her

me fr

I always thought of them as a reminder of death”, “or rather hell.” AYO??👀👀

THE FORESHADOWING GOES CRAZY FR ps: i forgot the stars and photography part during this chapter and now im <3 holy moly they were so cute together in the beginning im so soft

People normally aren’t happy when they are around you and finally experiencing it feels so good.  WHO HURT YOU POOKIE??? IM COMING WITH MY FRYING PAN

NO BUT FR

this is soo cute i cant, the writing, them, the lamp and the stars gosh, i feel so giddy i wanna spin around the lamppost like a simp does in music videos

I'M HAPPY YOU LOVED IT SO MUCH HEHEHE 💜💜

[georgegraphys]

Honestly PR talk absolutely fascinates me, and it’s so interesting to see what others think.

It’s been clear for a while that Lewis has a big agency behind him which helps him create the image he wants, he has full control over that [as he should] which is obviously helped by Mercedes, and his advocacy off track

Whilst Lando really interests me too. McLaren PR go strong for him [maybe he has an agency to help with all that too] I don’t vibe with him, but clearly a lot of people do.

This leads me to George - clearly his new hairstyle and funny radios have helped endear him to more people, but a lot of people still consider him a PR robot [which is annoying because every driver does it] and in stark contrast to Lewis, Mercedes PR doesn’t hep him. As much much as he is going to wear what he’s comfortable with the slightly formal look he favours, maybe a slightly younger look would help? I don’t know. I really hope he gets the chance to really become the star he could be with the right things in place.

Hmmm how to put this 🤔 to words... Anon have you seen a tiktoker or youtuber or just any public figure you saw online that just out of nowhere they did something and that something is 100% their thing and they got famous/real successful by it? That's what I like to call a raw explosion

Some people do get famous because

a) they are backed by a good and big agency/experts behind them that knows what to do about them and directs everything

b) a good and supportive environment to help them develop their personality

c) a mix of luck and everything falling into place then it became a thing of your own or some kind of like your forte

I see George as option C. As you said anon, he doesn't have that good agency and he doesn't have that supportive team behind him like McLaren is to Lando. The climb to George's PR success is really unplanned, unexpected, raw.

While the Mercedes promotional strategies in China for him are planned. This one individual boom is not. Mercedes did not start "george russell is the type of guy..." trend, his management did not start the "intro pose" trend, and other trends. The trend happens NATURALLY and his management and Mercedes jumps on the bandwagon afterwards. Something about George is really raw. It's just him and his personality. His british-ness. Him being as interesting as a magical unicorn. It's just him.

People saw him as a PR robot. Like yes, he's a good PR guy but that guy is not a robot. His emotions seep through and about the way he talks? He is just a) goofy brit with a bit of awkwardness sometimes b) a natural born good conversationalist. There is nothing like a PR robot. People who call him that honestly never watch those k-pop idols whose interviews are drilled straight to the core of their brain. He is honestly doing very well so far. I think his looks fits him as it defines his uniqueness and people get to know him by his style. He is building his own brand through his current style just like what other celebrities and their unique styles do and it's good for him to just do his things and not follow a trend. But honestly style preferences are subjective so won't comment much on that.

But yeah, George Russell is a raw case of PR boom. He just does it naturally. Everything happens naturally. Unplanned. Some people can say shit that it's planned but notice how his memes are the most random things he does without noticing and his styles are just "Carmen said she likes it on me 😃😁😃😁"

[mobileleprechaun]

😡

For every 😡 emoji in my ask box, I will go on one unhinged rant of indeterminate length.

A non-exhaustive list of songs that viscerally enrage me:

No Such Thing as the Real World by John Mayer - guy who has experienced a mere beige sliver of the world: "wow i understand what life is all about now! i'm so enlightened. 😃😃😃" also: shut the fuck up John Mayer you annoying douchebag cunt, get over yourself, you're insufferable and your cloying voice makes me want to attack and kill

Best Day of My Life by American Authors - engineered in a lab to sell Jeep Grand Cherokees to men with MBAs who are reconnecting with their inner child by building a treehouse over the summer that they will use a grand total of twice before unceremoniously abandoning due to mosquitoes. rancidly twee faux-whimsy

Runaways by The Killers - I bop to The Killers and am unashamed of liking even their corniest stuff. However, my local radio station played this one about ten times every day for three months straight and now it activates my CIA-implanted sleeper cell assassin training

I Wanna Talk About Me by Toby Keith - embodies the most obnoxious John Wayne-wannabe you’ve ever met pulling down his Wrangler jeans and ripping a huge Hormel No Beans Chili fart right in your face. I almost respect how carefully horrible it is

Gooey by Glass Animals - I’ve been trapped in a little jar by a TikTok daddy dom who vapes and he’s breathing the vape juice all over me with every condescending little syllable. it smells like artificial grape

Santa Looked a Lot Like Daddy by various artists - uses repetition in a manner evocative of being beaten to death with hammers. in most covers, it’s your peepaw wielding the hammers. merry christmas???

American Woman by The Guess Who - I respect this band, and most of the song isn’t bad, but it sounds like he’s about to vomit at the end and I’m extremely not about it

Madness by Muse - ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma... MANRAY...?! I'm disappointed, this one's just annoying and they really fell off here

Always the Last to Know by Del Amitri - I want to give this one the benefit of the doubt and assume they intended to write the protagonist as a controlling, entitled, whiny hypocrite, because there's absolutely nothing wrong with writing a song from the perspective of someone who sucks... but they did a little too good of a job and I'm just reminded of my shitty ex-friend who had a crush on me. no thanks

Shake Up the Happiness by Train - Coke commercial music, I don't want to be in a fucking Coke commercial, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!

[destinyc1020]

I'm loving this discussion of Tom and Tim . Destiny how for certain you are. Tom and Timothee are really close friends that have never been seen out by no one before excluding that phone call on a radio program! Would you agree that's a little strange no one has seen or witness them hanging together ?

I never said that Tom and Timmy were "really close friends" Anon. I've always said that they're industry friends/buddies who like each other and respect each other's work. That's it!

They've never even worked with each other on a filming project before, so right now Timmy is probably a little closer to those he's actually worked with in the industry, wouldn't you say?

With that said, I definitely DON'T think that they hate each other, like fans in these silly stupid fandom wars try to claim. 🙄😒

And the fact that he's worked with Zendaya twice is pretty much evidence that Tom has become very familiar with Timmy just by extension since we all know Z has talked to Timmy about Tom.

The very fact that Tom even has Timmy's number and Timmy has Tom's number in the first place when they've NEVER even worked together before is a HUGE sign (imo) that they're cool with each other and are friends on some level!

Alright fine.... y'all want me to bring out receipts? Cuz y'all know I'll bring out receipts! 😅

Receipts:

Tom even called Timmy "doubly handsome" rofl 🤣 😆

Tom even talks about this funny moment years ago when this girl thought his brother Sam was Timothée Chalamet haha 😄

Tom even claims that Timmy is "too handsome" to be confused with him.... and honestly, Tom is just being very HUMBLE by saying this, coz Tom is handsome also! 😍 But as you can see, Tom is perfectly fine with Timmy and his handsome looks lol.🤭

Timmy has called Tom an "awesome dude" and "the best Spiderman".😊 (FF to min 1:20 and 1:42 in the link) So obviously he knows Tom well enough to feel this way about him. 😃👍🏾

I'm telling y'all.... these fandom wars are so STUPID. 🙄😒 These actors don't hate each other! It's silly fans pitting them against each other for dumb reasons. 😤

It's obvious Tom and Timmy have NOTHING against each other.

Anyway....We actually DO know that Tom and Timmy have met each other before irl because Timmy says so in the last link above at min 4:00. So you all have to realize that just because there aren't pictures, it doesn't mean they haven't met before. 🤷🏾‍♀️ You have to keep in mind too that Tom lives primarily in London, and until recently, Timmy was living in NYC. So while they've met before, it's probably hard to sync schedules to "hang out". They're busy actors.

But even if they HAD never met before, there are these things now days called cell phones you know... and it's so revolutionary, but you can actually see someone on a screen by using this thing called FaceTime, and you can talk to that person as if they're actually there! Right there in real time! 😃 Isn't that crazy?? 😄

And lastly, I choose to believe what ppl say out of their own MOUTHS. And Tom has hinted several times before that he and Timmy are friends. I'm not gonna argue with what the man has said out of his own mouth Anon. 🙄 Y'all should know me by now when it comes to stuff like that.

But if you think you know better than Tom himself on what his relationship with Timmy is, then go right ahead. 😒🤷🏾‍♀️ Believe whatever you want. That's what most ppl tend to do these days anyway, instead of looking at real FACTS and evidence. 🙄

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Hey hey ☺️

7: A song to drive to

12: A song from your preteen years

20: A song that has many meanings to you

23: A song that you think everybody should listen to

Hi, love 🖤

A song to drive to:

DRIVE by Incubus. I skipped my prom to go to Incubus/ Hoobastank🤘🏻 Shit is STILL good. Plus it’s the title track of my current fave speculative Osblaine fic🖤 if you’re weary and need hood check out Drive by TMBlue.

A song from my preteen years 🧐

I’ve always been an EMO. As a kid all I had was oldies on the radio. And this song is my favorite thing: HAPPY SOUNDING MUSIC 😃 with devastatingly sad lyrics. That’s my shit. AND the songs literally about that masking shit. Nick Blaine energy. Crying and repressing it. Wondering why everyone is fooled bc ur dying inside.

Song that has many meanings to me:

1. My best friends in highschool played this in a basement the night I met my Ex. The lead singer had just been dumped and was shooting daggers at the girl who broke his heart every time he said “heartbreaker” 😫

2. One of my favorite karaoke songs - hubby and I can play it as a band! Drums guitar vocals

3. It’s about alcoholism. Being the son of an alcoholic step dad. Who got sober. Congratufuckinglations. Still hate you and how you ruined my life 🤷🏼‍♀️ emo af. Sounds happy /devestating lyrics

4. 1st Weezer song I ever heard. All time fave bands. Thankful for this song.

A song everyone should listen to:

1. Original punk sound

2. Catchy af

3. What’s hilarious here is - he’s bragging about hurting ppl. Which would be shock rock if he was serious- but he’s playing the role of an earnest Serial killer- like if Ted Bundy had a band where he sang about offing ppl. It’s such a cool angle.

4. Glen Danzig 🖤

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️

My time as a pinch hitter on my current project comes to an end next Wednesday but I’ve enjoyed the ride.

My next project is undecided at the moment but I know there are two possibilities. I’d be happy to work on either.

Lisa Respers France • CNN

Paul Reubens, who found fame as the quirky man-child character Pee-wee Herman, has died, according to an announcement on his verified social media.

I liked Mr. Reubens as the flatulent “superhero” Spleen in Mystery Men. Pure sophomoric comedy.

RIP 🪦

Naomi Nix and Will Oremus • Washington Post

Initially, the team carried just two product managers and one or two designers alongside dozens of engineers — a flatter and more coder-dominated group than most Meta product teams, Mosseri said. (At launch, it had grown to three product managers, three designers and 50 coders.) Instead of 30-minute presentations on a single design decision, typical at Facebook and Instagram, “It would be like, ‘Here are six things we need to go through this week.’”

Lean teams can often pull off amazing things if they’re extremely talented. I’d imagine this team is extremely talented. The other thing that helped them succeed was the freedom to cut to the bare minimum allowed to make a great 1.0.

Also, 50 engineers isn’t a small team. 😃

Raymond Chen • The Old New Thing

Depending on what version of Windows you have, you might see a body of water where Poland should be.

Mr. Chen has been involved with the Windows team for 30 years and has been sharing his stories on The Old New Thing for 20. He’s a real gift to us old guys who wrote Windows apps.

His title should be Microsoft Historian. 📜

Gleb Tsipursky • Fortune

Unispace found that nearly half (42%) of companies with return-to-office mandates witnessed a higher level of employee attrition than they had anticipated. And almost a third (29%) of companies enforcing office returns are struggling with recruitment. In other words, employers knew the mandates would cause some attrition, but they weren’t ready for the serious problems that would result.

This doesn’t shock me. Once you settle into a routine at home it’s really difficult to muster the desire to go back to the office. Some folks need to be in an office with other folks but other, like me, don’t need it.

I like the control I have over my environment. My desk, my chair, heck I even bought my own monitor so I could make my setup just the way I want it. Couple that with no commute and the convenience of walking up stairs to our kitchen for lunch or coffee and it’s hard to beat. 🏡

Kim Zetter • WIRED

The backdoor, known for years by vendors that sold the technology but not necessarily by customers, exists in an encryption algorithm baked into radios sold for commercial use in critical infrastructure. It’s used to transmit encrypted data and commands in pipelines, railways, the electric grid, mass transit, and freight trains. It would allow someone to snoop on communications to learn how a system works, then potentially send commands to the radios that could trigger blackouts, halt gas pipeline flows, or reroute trains.

Wow. This is a nightmare. We work really hard to make sure our code isn’t exploitable and here you have a company who intentionally made their software just that, exploitable. If you have a back door it’s an invite to every bad actor to walk right on in. 🫣

Jim ODonnell • Barn Finds

Before I could get this post completed, this 1947 Lincoln Continental cabriolet disappeared from Facebook Marketplace.

I love this car! Design in the 40’s and 50’s was beautiful. Lots of curves and fins and just plain style. Restoring a car like this would be a real honor.

Beyond the beauty of the design it sported a whopping 125 horse power from its 292 V12. 😆

Kylie Robison • Fortune

But in June, Bluesky found itself embroiled in its own controversy after a user signed up for the service with a racist handle incorporating the N-word, and had apparently been permitted to use the platform for weeks without anyone at the company seeming to object.

Bluesky seems to be attracting a lot of the folks who make Twitter so attractive to many and with that it’s also attracting the terrible people.

I miss some actors and writers from Twitter and some seem to have taken to Bluesky. But if Bluesky is going to allow racism and hate to exist on the platform then I really don’t care to use it.

Yes, I have an account but I rarely use it. I’ve found a home in Mastodon.

Joshua Sokol • The Atlantic

One dusky June evening, two days before the 2022 Pennsylvania Firefly Festival, the biologist Sarah Lower sat on a back porch, watching the sky for a specific gradation of twilight. A group of Lower’s students from Bucknell University hung around her, armed with butterfly nets and stopwatches for counting the time between firefly flashes—a way to differentiate between the multiple lightning-bug species that live here at the edge of Pennsylvania’s Allegheny National Forest.

I love fireflies! It’s one of the things I’ve come to love and look forward to here in Virginia. Little critters with butts that light up! What could be better?

I feel fortunate to be able to walk outside and watch these beautiful creatures at work. Alas, it seems they’re almost finished for the season but watching them was a real joy while it lasted.🧡

Justine Bateman • The Daily Beast

Hollywood CEOs Would Sooner Wreck an Industry Than Suffer Bruised Egos

It feels like this could get really ugly and I hope for the sake of the writers this whole mess will work itself out in their favor, but I’m not holding my breath. 😮‍💨

Lauren Forristal • TechCrunch

Warner Bros. Discovery reported its second-quarter earnings results Thursday, revealing that it dropped in 1.8 million streaming subscribers across HBO, Discovery+ and its new combined streaming service Max.

This is a real bummer. Max is my most watched service, but only from the HBO perspective. To see them combine the catalogs of Discovery and HBO feels like a bad idea. Why not have two apps with one set of credentials? 🤷🏻‍♂️

[maple-leifarts]

ok the thing i love about arginnit is there are two sides to the whole thing: the “wilbur mind control” side that started with the halloween stream (iykyk),

and uncle nasty

i am actually obsessed with the uncle nasty exorcism video i am a firm uncle nasty spirit truther 😤😤

a couple things that im obsessed with in that video:

tommys weird af love for uncle nasty like. the fact that hes CONSTANTLY like “uncle nasty cured my depression :D” “youre not bad are you uncle nasty :D” like sir the demon in that thing has possessed you

when charlie has a minute alone with uncle nasty and suddenly starts acting really weird and unwell and his temperature was concerning 😃

WHEN THE RADIO THING VERY CLEARLY SAID “DID YOU FIND THAT TOMMY” EVERYTIME I WATCH THAT I GET CHILLS

the second time tom was alone with nasty and it kept saying stuff about a box and a key? idek

and FINALLY. once the vid was released uncle nasty just. disappeared. nobody said anything other than wilbur at the end of the video saying he was gonna like officially exorcise the doll?? but like tommy said nothing afterwards. what the fuck.

also following up on the previous one wilbur knows a LOT about talking to spirits and exorcism?? where does he get this knowledge 🤨

WHO WANTS SOME ARGINNIT POSTING???

my boy is on the mind again especially since im watching the uncle nasty exorcism video and i want to talk about him

[fleckcmscott]

Room Service

Summary: A radio program spurs Arthur's bolder side. What he comes up with is just what Y/N needs.

Words: 4,389

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

A/N: This story has been percolating in my brain, since my husband and I rewatched Vertigo a few weeks back. 🌃 Hope you all enjoy this fun little excursion! A special thank you to @iartsometimes​ for beta-ing! 😃

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

It was a sunny day in Gotham City, and Arthur's heart beat with a warmth to match. Three sugar cubes sweetened a mug of staff room coffee, a stale but free offer. He tapped cigarette ash into the metal sink, counted down the seconds. Pressed painted lips into a line, crimson curved by unfurling pride.

When - when exactly - had he become the kind of man who'd book a hotel for a rendezvous?

Sure, Y/N and he had overnighted before. Hotels and motels and one inn with strands of hair stuck to the soap. And they'd made love at most of them. But getting it on (as one of her favorite songs called it) hadn't been the purpose of their stays. One weekend, he'd tagged along to Philadelphia during the East Coast Paralegal conference, where he'd shrugged at the Liberty Bell and taken in a comedy show. Despite her comment that Boston felt like a sibling trying to keep up with Gotham, the city had had its charms.

Maybe he should thank Dr. Sally. They'd finally caught her show together, sans tight fit in the tub. "It's Perfectly Normal" had been the episode's title, exemplifying the good doctor's usual encouragements. In what she'd described as an effort to put listeners at ease and start a dialogue between the sexes, she'd discussed men and women's most common sexual fantasies. He'd licked his thumb and turned to a fresh page in his notebook.

Men dreamed of touching their lovers' intimately (been there), going down on them (done that),and receiving in turn (check, check, check). Beyond faceless fantasy women, sleeping with a stranger held no interest for him. He'd be liable to crack up and droop in five seconds flat.

Domination was what women desired, a type of power play. The notion had made him shift in his seat. Those dynamics hadn't ever existed between he and Y/N, not that he was aware. They went with what felt natural, what felt good, what felt right. Why complicate it when life was already complicated enough? At Dr. Sally's mention of threesomes, Y/N had taken on the look of a woman who'd eaten bad fish. But the phrase New Location had ironed out the wrinkles on her nose.

From where she'd knelt to dust the TV stand, she'd shot him a look brimming with suggestion. "Write that one down."

He had. Over and over in the margins. That was a language his romantic inclinations understood, a vocabulary that matched.

On his way home from an appointment, he'd walked seven extra blocks, muttering and smoking and wondering where they should go. Dinner at Bamonte's was guaranteed to start with gnocchi and end inside her. A romp in her office was out of the question. The mere thought of it made his frame stiff as a ramrod. If they screwed up and her boss somehow caught wind of it...

Then the answer stopped Arthur in his tracks.

A four-story sign dominated the early twentieth century building, read "Hotel Empire" in vertical neon letters. The place was six stories short with a stucco façade. It was narrow, four rooms across, squished between the apartment building to its right and the club to its left as an afterthought.

With the practiced swagger of the hoping to impress, Arthur crossed the lobby's faded marble floor. He lay an arm on the mahogany front desk and addressed the lone receptionist. "Hi. I'd like to book a room for next week."

The middle-aged man in a bellman cap gnawed a soggy toothpick. He had the craggy face of a fellow working stiff. "The whole week?"

"No. Just Thursday. Thursday night."

Toothpick flipped through a reservation book, tapped a series of blank lines. "We've got a couple on the third floor. Non-smoking. Two doubles or twins?"

"One king?"

A hotel reservation sheet slid across the desk. "Fill this out. I'll need an ID."

Once Arthur had stuffed his Gotham City ID back in his wallet, he jotted his name, address, and initialed the nonrefundable deposit agreement. But the form demanded a phone number.

"You can't call about it," he said. Realizing how this could be misconstrued, he fumbled with the pen. "It's a surprise. For my wife."

Toothpick's pause said he'd heard this story often enough to disbelieve it. "Uh huh. Well, show up or not. It's no skin off my nose." He stuck the papers in a leatherette folder, where gold letters spelling Hotel Empire had flaked off. "Check-in starts at three, you've gotta check out by eleven. We have in-room dining, but if you ask me, $6.95 for a BLT ain't worth it." He bent and spit his toothpick in the trash as if hawking tobacco in a spittoon. Arthur managed to blink instead of recoil. Toothpick continued and straightened his cap. "Dunbar's is two blocks down, that's a better bet if you ask me. If you've got any questions, just call. See you next week."

Arthur had exited with his pulse racing like a snare drum - and it hadn't slowed since.

"Hey, my man."

Ryan's energetic greeting tugged Arthur back to the present. Ryan was a teacher in what was called the resource room, which meant he taught children with learning challenges. Children like Arthur. Ryan's wife Sheila had hired Arthur for a birthday party last summer, and they'd found Carnival so charming, he'd been recommended for Gotham Elementary's winter fundraiser. A return to his old stomping ground.

"Lunch period's almost over." Ryan offered a divided lunch tray with five chicken nuggets, reconstituted mashed potatoes, canned peas, a cinnamon roll, and a small carton of milk. "The kids are already lining up for more of your puffy stickers, and it's my turn in the sponge toss."

Stubbing out his cigarette, Arthur took the tray. His grip on it tightened. "Do you think I could get out of here at three? I know we'd said four, but I have a date. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'll give you back the six dollars for the hour. You- You can put it in the donation bo-"

"It's all right. These kids'll be ready for a nap at two. Hell, I'll want one." Ryan sat on the metal table parallel to the sink. "What's your girl do, anyway?"

"She's a paralegal. She has a three-day trial this week, and I wanted to, you know. Make it easier."

Ryan snagged a nugget from the tray. "You don't have to explain. Sheila's been nagging me to go see that new movie, the one where the chick dies just when the guy tells her he loves her? What a waste." A long resigned, sigh. "I should probably take her this weekend. It'll make my life easier."

Arthur grinned. Maybe he and Ryan were on the bumpy track to becoming friends. And a good friend would offer advice. "Y/N and I go to Capitol Cinemas. They have couple seats, and the popcorn has three types of toppings."

~~~~~

Y/N strode along the Ditmas Ave subway platform, excusing herself, weaving her way in and out of the throng. She ascended concrete stairs, sucked in a long breath. Crisp air filled her lungs, eased the tension from her tendons. Welcome invigoration after hours of being trapped inside Gotham Central Court House, a grand old Romanesque building in dire need of an updated ventilation system. Its chlorine corridors stank of a YMCA pool.

When she slid through her apartment's door, her canvas court bag dropped to the floor. She toed off her commuter boots, peeled away her suede gloves. "I'm home!" she called.

Only to be answered by silence.

She stepped forward into the living room. A rerun should've played on TV, or the radio set to Arthur's beloved golden oldies while he puttered about. She checked her watched. Hm.

He'd said he'd be back by five; it was nearing quarter to now. The doors to the bathroom and bedroom stood open, tiles and blankets bathed in inky blackness. Itching to glimpse the burning end of a cigarette, she went to the glass door to the fire escape. It was nicotine free.

The O line could've gotten stuck on the tracks, or Arthur's gig might've gone so well that he was in the middle of handing out business cards. She hoped it was the latter. Unbuttoning her wool coat, she turned towards the kitchen, ready to throw together a dinner with whatever was in their cupboards. A spaghetti and garlic tomato sauce kind of night.

A low light in the corner of her eye, slivers of soft yellow behind the room divider in the rear corner. Ah ha. That was it. He was lost in thought and notebook in equal measure. She padded to the writing nook, ready to cup his shoulders, peck the crown of his head, drown in the potent musk of his hair.

The empty chair arched her brow. But there was a crème brûlée envelope on his desk, her name in uneven cursive. Smack in the middle, sure to grab her attention. A magnet that drew all the iron in her blood.

Eager fingers tore the flap. Aftershave wafted to her nose, smoked sandalwood and man. A black business card peeked out, framed by gold Gatsby corners, an ad for a hotel in Hinkley she'd never heard of. The accompanying note was folded in half. "Meet me here. Room 307." She pressed the lined paper to her sternum, iron rushing to spots below her waistline.

Whether it was thoughtful gestures or his simple presence, Arthur had a knack for brightening the most stressful day. Just a couple weeks ago, he'd called her office to say he'd picked up her favorite bottle of wine. It was as though finding someone wasn't the only thing he considered an accomplishment (a point of view that too often led to low efforts), but also the choice to maintain, to nurture the ideas that defined their couplehood. A beautiful perspective that made him so easy to love.

It made Y/N sheepish, how initiating those gestures didn't come as naturally to her, nor as often. No, she never missed special occasions and holidays. And she was good at the tough stuff, a stabilizing wall, stalwart and true. Still. She wanted to get better at the return.

Another whiff of cologne hit her nostrils, spurred her to hurry to the bedroom. She flicked on the light, rifled through the top right drawer of the vanity, where she found a bottle of perfume. Puckering her lips, she swept plum pink along the bottom, applied a dot of pigment to the corners. One hand unbuttoned the first two buttons of her scarlet blouse. The other touched up her eyeliner and shoved the stick in her skirt pocket.

She'd make what he'd planned for tonight a chance to start evening the score.

~~~~~

Not too shabby, not too fancy. A good room and Arthur had done well to book it.

Two bay windows overlooked the street, cracked pavement mottled by slush. Drawn velvet drapes allowed neon light to coat the space in a rich verdant. Pointed blocks intersected egg-and-dart molding at each corner, stark white on satin walls. The dials on the television threwback to the age when he'd have to get off his ass to change the channel. A compact writing desk buttressed the far wall, Mr. Coffee machine and paper filters ready for use. Perfectly plumped pillows had a thank you card along with two after dinner mints, like out of a movie. He ate them both.

He sat on the edge of the bed and bounced twice. The right amount of give, the springs' squeaks quiet enough to be a pleasant soundtrack instead of a disturbance that'd prompt a call from Toothpick. Arthur peeled back the polyester blanket and comforter, ran a palm over the sheets. Freshly laundered, smooth and luxurious. Six hundred count that'd feel like silk on his skin. He set the woodgrain clock radio to GCR, just in time for Down Memory Lane, which featured songs from the 1920s to 50s, guaranteed to make every listener swing.

Strolling to the bathroom, he muffled a laugh. This entire adventure felt illicit, as though Y/N was his dirty little secret, a secret he knew inside and out. A sort of reversal of when she'd propositioned him, invited him over with candidly explicit intentions. A race of sensation goosepimpled his flesh, a tickle that shivered his bones. A kind of nervous anticipation akin to what he'd felt backstage during his debut at Pogo's - the difference being that success was guaranteed tonight.

Arthur breathed into his palm to test his breath. A streak of blue paint lingered under his left eye. He wet the corner of a white washcloth and scrubbed it away.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

Light on his heels, he straightened the collar of his V-Neck sweater. Tucked brown waves behind his ear and turned the knob.

There Y/N stood. Lovely, ravishing. Her feathery tresses smelled of fresh cut flowers and orange blossoms, a flustered pink flushed her cheeks. Her glass heart pendant shone. She puffed at a rapid one-two count. She braced herself on the doorframe, right hand on her hip. Her overnight bag dangled from the other. "Good evening, Mr. Fleck."

"Hi," he said, mirroring her stance. "Did your breath run away from you? If we hurry, we can catch it."

She stuck out her lower lip and blew a stray lock from her forehead. "The elevator had a line - tour bus - so I took the stairs." Her step over the threshold forced a foot's retreat. After he took her coat, her arms wound about his ribs. "How was your gig?"

"Good." The small talk felt perfunctory, a box to check on the way to what he wanted. He resolved to go with it, anyway. Truly set the scene. "I made coffee."

A soft sound, a peck right above his collar, and she was off, sashaying to the desk. She poured them both a cup, perched on the corner, crossed her legs. The position lengthened her calves. It was then he noticed she'd traded her winter boots for navy pumps. Given the slipperiness of the sidewalk, it was a miracle she'd arrived in one piece. (That would have been a night to remember: a rendezvous in the ER with a cracked fibula and vending machine M&Ms.) She offered a paper cup, the kind with playing cards printed on them.

He sat in the faux leather executive chair before her. Stirred sugar into coffee, examined the poker hand he'd been dealt. A royal flush. He leaned back, the chair tilting a relaxing thirty degrees. "How'd the trial go?"

"It's over, finally. Defense counsel spent their closing argument trying to impugn our client: a man who lost a leg. But being a recovering alcoholic has nothing to do with improper forklift maintenance. He wasn't drinking on the job. Juries hate cheap tricks, especially when they're full of working people. I'd be surprised if we didn't have a verdict tomorrow."

Arthur smiled along with her. They'd had plenty of ask and answer sessions, and he'd watched enough episodes of Gotham Law and Night Court to have a general understanding of her profession. "So you think the good guys will win?"

"Yes, and it's about time, too. But enough of that now." She angled her legs nearer, shoe dangling above his lap. Gaze flitting about the room, she took a sip. "When did you decide to do this?"

"When we listened to Dr. Sally awhile ago. Do you remember? I wanted to do something special but wasn't sure what."

"I can't believe that. You're wonderful at it."

He gulped his drink, took her foot in his grasp. He slipped off her high heel, rubbed his thumb into her arch in firm, vertical lines. A groan left her throat, her toes spreading wide. "Well," he said. "She helped me figure it out."

"Don't give her too much credit. It was somewhere in that head of yours." Gently, she pressed her foot to his chest, where his pulse thundered under her sole. Her voice dropped to a purr. "Or your romantic heart. I'd say you were inspired. You certainly inspired me."

Fingertips traced to the hem of her stockings. She'd changed into the pair with lace tops. His abdomen tightened. "Yeah?"

The shoe dropped from her other foot. "Yeah."

Suspense burgeoned between them, thickened into a heady haze. Her pupils locked on his, dilated by the low light and a hefty helping of desire. Her toes drew a line down his chest. He watched the descent, every follicle suddenly aware of that sketch.

"Mm." She sighed when she reached the growing bulge in his pants. "You're hard already."

Laughter caught in his nose. "I've been waiting for this all week."

Arthur stood to seize her waist, lift her from the desk. A surprised cry, a shriek of delight. Hot coffee splashed his sweater - the perfect excuse to get it off posthaste. He deposited her on the foot of the bed.

Y/N stretched as she sat. The motion lifted her breasts against her blouse, nipples sticking out like exclamation points, the size of blueberries. That meant her bra was in her bag, that she was naked beneath that thin satin. He yanked his sweater over his head, tossed it to the floor. She unbuttoned his pants, parted the zipper in one smooth motion. The shadow of movement brushed his length, gaped his lips. She tugged his briefs an inch below lean hips and took him out.

His cock rested flat on her palm. She curled her fingers around it. Rather than pumping, she swiped her thumb across the engorged tip, a delicate paintbrush on the canvas of his flesh. The tenderness of the caress seemed at odds with the carnality of the act. He liked it. He grew stiffer, until he was sure all blood had rushed to his lower head.

Smiling, she smooched his V-line, his patch of springy hair. His stomach stuttered at the exquisite fever of her mouth. "This isn't what I expected tonight," she said, and crawled up the mattress on her elbows.

"Well, what did you expect?"

"Oh, I don't know." Her legs splayed, woven polyester bunching at her waist. "A nice, respectable evening at home with you, It Could Be Yours, the paper. Maybe a joke or two."

"Are you disappointed?"

She gave his torso a raking stare. "Never."

He pushed her flat on the bed. Kissed her knuckles, the inside of her wrist, the crook of her elbow. He bent and sucked a nipple through her shirt. Wet the fabric with his tongue and sucked the moisture back out. Insistent tugs at his curls until he sucked again. The plain of her pubic bone tilted upwards and towards him. He slid a palm up her skirt. Unfastening, opening, throwing the cloth in a haphazard arc.

His erection brushed her stocking. His gaze traversed her curves, the faint stretchmarks on her thighs. She'd donned the panties she'd gotten as a bachelorette gift, the ones that tied at the hip. A triangle of black cloth that exposed more than it shielded. He pulled at one of the ribbons, eased the nylon aside. Caressed her open till she was liquid in his hands. Pointer and middle fingers formed a V around her clitoral hood, fluttered in a come hither motion.

A gasp, irregular breaths that were a hallmark of her pleasure. His mouth did not soften as he kissed her. She tore the buttons of her blouse, pressed her tongue to his, nipped at his lip. When the satin pooled at her elbows, her breasts spilled out in a tantalizing jostle. The right was slightly larger, the areola on the left a centimeter lower. Both beautiful and alluring and ready to fill his palms.

One hand dragged from his neck, followed the length of his spine, pushed his pants to his knees to squeeze his rear. Chuckling, he reached to yank them the rest of the way down, but they caught on his ankles. One kick, then one more. Y/N's foot hooked in the waistband and shoved them off.

Once she was nude, once only her panties remained, she loosened the other ribbon. Raising his lips from hers, he met her eyes. 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

A sharp exhale. "You want me to fuck you?" A repetition that meant renewal. To ensure, to savor, to carve into his soul.

Her reply was to grasp his shaft, press the length of it to her vulva. She rutted upward and against it, did so again. Wet and slick and all he ever wanted. He groaned at that damp heat, a compass that always led home.

He sat on his haunches. Ran a palm over her flank. Took hold of her leg and brought it higher, so that the swell of her calf touched his bicep. Poised to enter her, he bent forward.

She pushed at him. "Ow, stop."

"What?"

She lowered her calf, wrapped it around him instead. "Your legs are younger than mine."

"But I wanna be between them forever." He eased just inside her entrance.

"Deeper." A greedy fist at his shoulder. "Go deeper."

So he did. Inch by aching inch. Grunting, he grabbed her breast, squeezed what was likely a bit too hard. No complaint came. Rather, her pelvis rose up into his. Walls gripped him tight, tighter. Hot and sleek. Warmth so feminine, so bracing, the essence of this act.

Propped on his forearms, he studied her. Her head twisted into the pillow, arms sprawled at her sides, fingertips digging into the sheets. A writhe that was nearly a dance. The neon light cascading through the windows spilled over her, cast his shadow onto her form. Sweat stuck her heart pendant to her chest.

At his next thrust, she moaned. A laugh rippled through the air. "Mr Fleck..." A rare second use of that nickname within one hour, a sure sign she was high on him. He wasn't too far behind. Another twist of her hips, as if trying to wring him out. "If you're not careful, I'll want a surprise every week."

His ruts slowed, stopped. He wiped hair from her cheeks, thumbs stroked her temples. "Where next?"

"The shower, your desk. There's always our bed." She turned to kiss his wrist, traced its tendon with the tip of her tongue. "I'm not picky. As long as you're inside me."

A golden wave of affection passed between them (and not a little ardor), a happy hum against her lips. She reached to toy with her clit, her knuckles pressed into his abdomen. She whimpered, tensed, hips rising in a frantic pattern that didn't quite match his. All at once her arms flung about him, clutching, clinging. But she hadn't finished. She'd caressed herself to the peak of the precipice but not over. She wanted them to get her off together.

Arthur drove into her again, pace quickening to an allegro. Nails biting his thigh, she seized around him. Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. He watched her drift away, expression scrunching and smoothing into bliss. Harsh pants hit his chin, her sharp cries a song in his ear.

He nuzzled her cheek, kissed the curve of her jaw. "I love watching you come." It made him feel powerful, a king who could conquer anything.

Giggles and fluttering lashes, her hands cupping his ass. A flash of light and love in her eyes. She moistened her lips, lifted her mouth and hips to claim him.

Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, heart to racing heart. Thoughts fragmented, his body continuing its hungry hunt for relief. That hunt ended on a clipped moan, a prism of sensation. White-hot pleasure that doubled as surrender, surrender that felt like victory.

He rolled off her, onto his back. Armed sweat from his forehead and worked on slowing his breath. Feet turned out as relaxation oozed through his veins, slackened his limbs.

A kick to his calf, the flick of the bedside lamp, a flood of unwelcome light. He squinted in her direction. She was doubled-over the side of the bed. A smear of his release glistened on her thigh. Her shoulder blades moved as if two conversing waves, rising and falling with each bit of gossip.

"What're you looking for?" he asked.

"You'll see."

Using the nightstand as leverage, she pushed herself to the shore. The covers rustled as she lay on her stomach, mewling and stretching. She took his left hand. A point dragged across his palm, dry but smooth. His fingers twitched under her breath. It reminded him of when he'd tried to cheat his way through remedial English during freshman year, to be foiled by smudged ink.

When she released him, he studied what she'd done. It was an odd squiggle. A loop like a balloon, its string connected to what may have been a Y. He followed its oversized tail to the end, where an upside-down hook resided. He'd seen similarly strange markings at her office, when he'd dropped off lunch or picked up her set of keys.

"What is it?" he said.

"'I love you' in shorthand." She used her eyeliner pencil to explain how three symbols representing vowel sounds and common words connected into one. An analogy for how they'd connected and made one life.

Averting his eyes, he pressed the mark to his chest. "Will you write one in my journal?"

"Of course I will. You pick the page." She patted his belly, lay her cheek on his abdomen. "Does this place have room service? I'm starving. And I've never had room service. Think it'll come on silver platters?"

Arthur recalled Toothpick at the front desk's warning. Paying too much for the basics should've made him cringe, would've any other night. But she deserved a rare splurge. They both did. Even if it cost every cent he'd earned today. And he wanted to keep her undressed, wrapped only in a comforter, for as long as possible.

He tucked her in, then grabbed the phone on the nightstand. "I hear they have BLTs."

~~~~~

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random but specific things from chapter 4 i would simply die to see in s2 (aka ✨paris baby✨):

“for what it’s worth, he’s actually bisexual”

a well done kiss

“there will be no hanky panky in this house” “please don’t say hanky panky” “no hanky panky until you’re married!!” “stop saying hanky panky 🤦🏻‍♀️”

“soz i love energy flow and plant growth more than you” “i have some ideas for things we could do involving energy flow…”

“really good mates 😃” (rugby!!!! lads!!!!)

cheek!! and!! forehead kisses!!!

“i met my wife playing university sport in the early noughties”

the head on shoulder thing again pls <33 nick deserves it for putting up with david

“have they kissed yet?” “i don’t think so…” “they really need to”

the head on shoulder thing but it’s charlieee

bean bag cuddles (even though it will hurt me)

“i’m bi, actually. and so what?” (just, like, pissed off nick nelson generally, because, let kit connor go off)

“probably scared you’re gonna punch him again”

tara/sahar/etc reading radio silence

nick/charlie sleeping on each other’s shoulders

if tao is just intentionally gonna cockblock to keep with the shared bed thing

“we’ll get to do it one day. I MEAN–”

“oh, you’re being gay. good job. carry on” (obviously. kizzy will just be 🤌🏻)

“i need a drink. an alcoholic drink” “we…probably shouldn’t drink alcohol” “i need a croissant, then”

nick talking to isaac about charlie because that dynamic is precious

“since WHEN could you speak french like an actual french person??” “oh, uh, my dad is french” “SINCE WHEN!?” “since…his birth?”

“nick’s so in love with you it’s a little unbearable to watch some times” (honestly, just, tara and charlie interactions)

cheek kisses but taradarcy!!!

“do you want a lick of my ice cream?”

“you really are obsessed with me” “maybe a bit”

if charlie is still gonna use shit like “UM there was a spider on the ceiling and i couldn’t reach it so nick got rid of it” and “i fell in the shower” or if tao will just instantly be like “😐 gross”

“wait, we didn’t book tickets for the elevator?” “…no?” / “come on!!” “NICK i’m dying” / “carry meeee” “no” / “we made it!” “i need to lie down”

“you jealous?”

taoelle in the louvre taoelle in the louvre taoelle in the louvre

“you must have gotten overheated! i passed out once when i was wearing a beanie in 30-degree heat” “of course you were wearing a beanie in 30-degree heat”…“you’re lucky you fell onto your boyfriend! i fell into a swimming pool 😄” “why were you wearing a beanie at a swimming pool?”

“because i’m your boyfriend and i—” aka a nick heartstopper moment with a bunch of ‘i love you’s

“do you like that i can speak french?” “it’s fine!! it’s cool!!” “charlie…mon amour <3” (i believe in you kit 👍🏻)

“i was just saying that charlie’s crush on you was really extreme” “shut up!!” “it was, like, twilight levels of pining” (seems less likely when tao already knows but…i will take any nicktao + bonus if it’s teasing charlie)

the vending machine bit. all of it.

charlie wearing nick’s hoodie to the party

“recharging”!!!

AND “more please <3” -> “teasing you is so fun 😊”

“so CONGRATS on your incredibly difficult realisation that gay people actually do have feelings, and have a nice life <3”

“…why did i go into teaching”

pillow fight because kit and joe would genuinely whack each other and have a great time

“i don’t think that’s a stupid idea”