#i don't know what to write in the hashtag

[gilbertscurls]

heyy girl first of alll your writing is the best and best writer here and your fluff is just AHHHH i really wait everyday for u to post so i got a request fans edit Chris and reader to no.1 party anthem sing by artic monkey mybe its edit of chris talking about her or anything ANDILOVEYOUU

omg you're so nice, i love you!!!! i hope you like it <3

Yapping ➵ Chris Sturniolo

The low hum of the city filtered through the cracked window, mingling with the faint sound of cars drifting up from the street below. You leaned back against the couch, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok as Chris's voice carried from the kitchen. He was rummaging through cupboards, probably looking for the last pack of his favorite snack, his faint mutterings punctuating the quiet.

It was the kind of lazy day where time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Your thumb swiped up the screen, passing by dance trends, funny memes, and cooking hacks, until something familiar caught your eye.

A video with the hashtag #SturnioloTriplets popped up on your For You page. It was one of those fan-made edits that you occasionally found yourself watching—clips of Chris, Nick, and Matt in their usual chaotic, fun-loving glory. You tapped on it, expecting a montage of their latest shenanigans.

But what you saw made your heart skip a beat.

The video opened with Chris sitting in front of the camera, a familiar setting that looked like the triplets' car. His usual animated self was present—his hands gesturing wildly, his face full of that vibrant energy he was known for. It was one of his “yapping” sessions, where he rambled on about anything that popped into his head. But today, instead of talking about a meme or some funny moment with his brothers, he was talking about you.

"Man, I don’t even know how to explain it," Chris was saying, his voice soft but filled with affection. "She just… she’s everything. Every day, she makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive. I mean, I never believed in fate or anything like that, but the second we met? It was like… I don’t know. It just clicked." He paused, running a hand through his hair, his expression shifting to something far more sincere than his usual joking demeanor. "She makes me want to be better, you know? I’m just—I'm so in love with her."

Your heart melted at the sound of his voice, the raw sincerity in his words taking you by surprise. You had heard him say it before, but this… this felt different. As the clip played on, his face softened even more as he continued, "I don’t think she realizes how much she means to me. I could talk about her all day, but she’d probably just roll her eyes at me."

The screen flickered, and then, instead of just his words, the video transitioned into an edit. It was a soft montage of moments—your moments together. A collection of clips pulled from the triplets’ vlogs, his social media posts, and those little private, candid shots that had somehow made it into the public eye. There was a shot of you laughing together in the kitchen, your head thrown back, eyes sparkling as Chris pulled a goofy face. Another was of the two of you walking hand-in-hand, your fingers intertwined in a way that made everything around you feel quiet and still, just the two of you in your own world. There was a shot of you sitting next to him during one of their live streams, both of you leaning in close as he whispered something funny in your ear, making you laugh so hard you almost snorted.

The song lyrics echoed in the background, making the edit even more heartfelt.

It was a perfect blend of those little moments that spoke volumes—subtle, intimate, and filled with love. The video cut back to Chris, a soft smile on his face as he looked into the camera. "I don't think she knows it, but she’s my everything. And I’ll never stop saying that."

The look of love, the rush of blood

The "She's with me"'s, the Gallic shrug

The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus

The black & white and the color dodge

The good time girls, the cubicles

The house of fun, the number one

Party anthem

The video ended with his smiling face and a caption: “Chris Sturniolo, everyone’s favorite yapping sweetheart.” You sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, your heart doing flips in your chest. You had always known how much Chris loved you, but seeing it in this way? It made your chest tighten, a flood of affection and warmth rushing over you.

You looked up just in time to see Chris saunter back into the room, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asked, collapsing next to you on the couch, his arm slipping behind your shoulders. The scent of him—faint cologne and warmth—enveloped you.

“Just this,” you said, turning your phone towards him, the last frame of the edit paused on his face, mid-laugh.

Chris’s eyebrows shot up, and then that familiar, teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, so you found it, huh? Yeah, I might’ve gone a little overboard that day.”

“No,” you whispered, leaning into him, feeling the beat of your pulse against his. “It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, there was no screen, no city noise, no world outside the two of you. Just the number one party anthem playing between heartbeats.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom, @sturniolowhore69, @faith5drpepper, @emely9274, @psychologyloverfr, @lovetaylorrussellgrr, @conspiracy-ash, @helpimateenagerinlove

[temeyes]

random cod oc post, but anyway: their and Gaz's dynamic

[tragedycoded]

@sableglass read Chapter 24 last night.

[ladyazulina]

Coming Soon: ✨ My Birthday ✨

Hello.

Would you say we are friends? I guess that term is way too big, mutuals is what we use here, but what would it take for us to be friends, stranger? Would you like us to be?

I'm a weird gal. I'm planning for my birthday. Two years ago I decided to take that day into my own hands and do something nice about it for myself.

I'm part of that percentage of people who actually hate their birthdays but I can't, for the life of me, do like I couldn't care less for the day. Mind you, I also don't allow my loved ones to do the same. In fact, last month was my partner's birthday and He DoEsN't MiNd HiS bIrThDaY bullshit—I planned his whole day and filled him with gifts and gave him the best day ever because such a special day couldn't go unaddressed and he should feel it as special as it actually is. (I'm trying to do the same for friends I hold dear and close to my heart, but forgive me if it takes me some attempts, it's the hardest thing I have ever done.)

Usually, I spend my day bummed, all sad, and if I'm unfortunate enough, eating ice cream (the dessert that fuels my sadness due to past experiences).

Two years ago, it was too short of a planning time, but some online friends accepted my request and half made my day.

A year ago, I spent the day outside actually doing stuff I liked (even though I hate being outside and was awfully depressed).

I was attempting to do an advent calendar this year, but I underestimated how hard it is to fill up.

So, actually, just right now this occurred to me.

First off, this year was supposed to go absolutely different. I was planning to visit my partner and we would spend my birthday, the holidays, and our first anniversary together, but I need to get a VISA and that process hindered all wishes and expectations. So... plan B. (I can't be sadder about it, each passing day it's drilling on me and I want to attempt to break with that as well. But I'm also aware I can't do it alone, hence this long-letter request.)

I don't have the slightest idea what the next months have in store for me, but so far this is it:

The advent calendar would go through a whole month, ending on my birthday (November 20 to December 20).

I would like to do at least a small thing I can fit into my routine / schedule without much fuss, hopefully with someone's company.

Weekends are scheduled to be TTRPG days, I could play a bit alone or with someone, and I'm crafting a list to choose at random which game I will play on which day.

Some things I love are reading and writing, though I can't write in command. I adore world-building and creating characters and I can spend hours rambling (ask my partner). But also, I won't mind spending some hours just talking and meeting someone, socializing isn't my forte, but I still need to go out with it.

I want to save December 19 to receive all the well wishes people want to give me, whichever way, and receive all the gifts (if there are any) on December 20 while I'm busy starting the day reading those wishes.

I do not need gifts, I'm a simple girl, but I feel like I need people to actively seek me on the day, I dunno why. I guess receiving the wishes the day prior and reading on the day could help, so that's one. And the whole month prior to actually scheduling small moments with friends and family could help palliate the possible loneliness of the day, they would have already spent some time with me during the days I put apart precisely for that... I don't know, I believe it could make sense, but don't ask me.

Anyway, I think I used all my words already. If you have seen me someday or if you just recently did (here) and want to apart a small time with me, to talk, to meet, to hopefully be friends or get close, if you want to do me this favor and be a part of this, thank you so much 💙 We can talk and schedule, see what to do, or you can just send me wishes on December 19 and if you want I can answer you back and start going from there or something, or anything, or nothing. I have all my days empty.

Now I'm actually feeling stupid doing this, but I will post it anyway because for some reason it came to me and I never know what could come from this.

[constantvariations]

Okay so, I like that Professor Rumpel is both Rumpelstiltskin and the miller's daughter-turned-queen, and that her weapon invokes the spindlewheel from the tale, but the guessing of the name is so utterly lazy that I could chew glass

Spoilers for Before the Dawn btw

It literally comes out of nowhere. There is no buildup to the mystery of Professor Rumpel's name; she just randomly says at the start of the fight that if Fox, Neptune, or Yatsuhashi can guess her name that she'll let them go chase the Crown

It would have been so easy, too! Just have it be Rumpel's game whenever the students want something. Late to class and don't want extra homework as punishment? Guess her name and you're free. Got caught getting handsy in an inconvenient spot? Guess her name and she'll let you off with a warning. Hell, have some of the staff lean into it for comedy and comradery

This would naturally set up why Rumpel would offer an easy out to the fight and establish how steep a demand that is for our heroes. If no one's guessed her name in the many years she's been at Shade, what hope do they have of figuring it out in the next five minutes?

But, no. We get zero setup and the payoff doesn't even land! They guess her name and Rumpel attacks Neptune anyway. Right in front of the whole school, including Headmaster Theodore! In what world does that make sense? I get that she's desperate, but it feels contrived so Yastuhashi can do his thing and accidentally break the mind control

These books honestly read like a first draft of a story that really could've been something if more time and attention had been given. Rwby in a nutshell, eh?

[itzmaztercom2]

"I spent my day in my bed, everything could be possible if I want it,if only I will be determined I will no longer lie in this bed for days in the dark eaten away by the boredom and sadness of my thoughts"

[laundrybiscuits]

(continued from Part 1)

For a split second, Robin is eighteen again and kissing a girl for the first time, learning how her best friend’s ex-girlfriend’s breath stutters when Robin’s hands are on her skin. 

It’s not like this is the first time they’ve been in the same room, obviously. They’re all connected in this weird little Hawkins trauma family. But Steve and Eddie are the best friends a girl could have, and they know almost everything about what went down with Nancy back in 1986, and they’re pretty good about keeping them apart.

Admittedly, Steve doesn’t totally get it, because he’s the kind of queer who thinks it’s totally normal to stay friends with people you date. Robin’s never been very good at that part of things, which makes it really complicated to date and also have any kind of social life. Sometimes she thinks the entire gay world is one tiny village the size of Hawkins, which makes her feel itchy all over.

She’s not proud of it, but she has literally ducked behind a grocery store display to avoid running into a one-night-stand.

But this—it’s like she’s eighteen again and Nancy Wheeler is saying I don’t think this is who I am and Robin’s heart is breaking even though, looking back, she’d mostly been in love with the idea of being in love. Something about the idea of this perfect princess in combat boots looking at certified disaster Robin Buckley and choosing her, choosing to stay, despite all the very good reasons not to.

But that was never going to be Nancy. It was obvious, even then.

Ideally, this would be Robin’s chance to show how cool and mature and evolved she is. Unfortunately, she’s working for barely more than minimum wage in a failing Minneapolis bookstore and spends her spare time hanging out with the queers in the community symphonic band, making mediocre potato salad for monthly dyke potlucks, and avoiding exes. Robin has a particularly broad and somewhat questionable definition of exes to avoid which includes: embarrassing one-sided crushes, disastrous first dates, and Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy seems pretty distracted with the totally random and probably perfectly nice stranger she walked in with, so Robin takes the opportunity to disappear into the kitchen. It’s a good kitchen that neither Steve nor Eddie use properly; she’s not completely convinced they actually cook for themselves ever. The makeshift cocktail bar, on the other hand, is extensive and extremely well-stocked. Robin makes herself a Dark and Stormy, drinks it, and immediately makes another with a slightly heavier hand on the rum.

“Do you think the ginger beer is the dark part, or the stormy part?” she asks. She doesn’t have to turn around to know that Steve’s in the doorway. Even after all these years, she knows him like she knows her own heartbeat.

“Stormy,” says Steve. “Definitely. Because it's fizzy.” He reaches over her to grab a lime from the little wire basket they keep citrus in, like that’s a normal thing for people to have. “What do you need, Robbie? Should we not have invited her?”

“No,” she says. “No, it would’ve been pretty weird for you not to have invited her. I mean you’re queer and she’s your ex so obviously she’s at your not-wedding. And also, it’s not like she’s actually my ex! Because nothing really happened! We weren’t dating! So it’s not weird!”

“Seems like it’s a little weird,” says Steve, tossing the lime from hand to hand. “Is this an Eddie-type situation? Would it be better to talk to him about it?”

Robin drags her hands down her face. “Aaaeugh. Shit. Maybe. Is that okay?”

“’Course, Robbie.” Steve pulls her in to drop a quick kiss on her head, and she’s so, so glad to have him in her life.

Sure enough, Eddie pops in a minute later. “Munson Emotional Support Services, how may we assist you today?”

“Okay, remember when I said I’d tell you everything if Nancy and I ever actually had sex, like, for real?”

“I remember begging you not to do that, but continue,” says Eddie cautiously.

She bites her lip. “Um. Well. Guess what?”

[diedraechin]

#yuu-nii!! #pseudobigbrother

Yuuri looked over at the video monitor on his desk and quickly wrapped up the short email to his manager before pushing back his chair and standing up. He’d taken the monitor out of Riku’s hands when she’d finally given in and headed to bed the night before. Preparations for the Four Continents had been going on for ages, but now that the competition was only a month away, things were just getting busier on her end arranging everything with the international press and foreign officials.

The least Yuuri could do while staying with Riku and Alexi was let them sleep in a little.

He padded down the hallway to the next room and slipped inside. 

Roma was standing up and staring at the door, his foot halfway up to try and climb over the railings. It was probably time for the crib to go. Riku and Alexei knew it as well. They were already discussing replacing it with a futon, which made infinitely more sense to Yuuri. He’d never had a crib growing up at all. Roma put his foot down and held out his arms instead. “Yuu-niii!”

“С утречком. Выспались? (Morning. Did you sleep good?)” Yuuri said as he came in and reached out to lift Roma out of his crib.

Once settled on his hip, Roma immediately shoved his fingers into his mouth and put his head on Yuuri’s shoulder.

“I’m guessing, yes. You know that’s kinda gross, right? You shouldn’t chew on your fingers. But if you’re hungry, we can go and see what we can find.” Yuuri carried him out of the room and set him down as they approached the stairs so he could open the safety gate. Roma grabbed onto Yuuri’s fingers and held on as he took one step down, and then stopped, looked up at Yuuri and made a face before taking another determined step down again.

“Pretty sure I’m supposed to carry you down the stairs, Roma.”

Roma muttered a cute little no and then took another determined step down, squeezing Yuuri’s fingers with his.

It took forever, but eventually they reached the bottom of the stairs and Roma beamed at him before demanding to be picked up and carried around the house as they took care of some morning essentials.

Eventually, though, they made their way into the kitchen and Yuuri put his phone on the counter to play some music quietly, setting Roma down, and fully expecting him to toddle off to his toys to wreck destruction with his blocks or whatever. The toys were all within sight of the kitchen; it was his normal morning routine. Roma didn’t go anywhere, however, grabbing onto Yuuri’s pajama pants with his fist and bouncing to the music instead while babbling something that Yuuri couldn’t quite follow.

“Yeah, it’s good. Much better than papa’s music.” It took a bit of maneuvering around him, and at least two mini dance breaks with Roma, but Yuuri got breakfast going and then pulled out the container of strawberries he’d bought the day before. “Want one?”

He cleaned and cut the head off one of the strawberries, sticking the cut off bit in his own mouth to get the small remains of the berry and prepped a few more before picking up Roma and offering one to him. Roma grabbed the berry and started chewing on it, a bit of strawberry juice and drool dribbling down his chin.

“You are both gross and cute. Why are children both gross and cute? Probably so we don’t try and put you up on ebay.” He grabbed a clean kitchen cloth from the drawer and wiped Roma’s face.

“Yuu-nii! Dance!”

Yuuri spun around quickly, setting off a wave of giggles from Roma. “Yuu-nii! Again!”

Laughing, Yuuri held out another strawberry. “How about another strawberry first and dancing second?”

Roma grabbed the berry from Yuuri’s hand and took a little bite. “Oishi!”

The shutter sound of a camera app made Yuuri look over his shoulder to where Alexei was standing near the entrance to the kitchen area, smiling.

“Has he eaten?” Alexei asked.

Yuuri shook his head. “Just a couple of berries.”

“There’s natto in the fridge.”

“納豆わ好き？(You like natto?)” Yuuri turned to look at Roma who bobbed his head. “Nato.”

“Riku is doing a good job if she’s making you feed him natto in the morning. Don't let papa get away with not stirring it one hundred times. Natto must be stirred one hundred times.” Yuuri snickered.

“How is he my child?” Alexei looked around the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Fish. Soup. Rice. The usual,” Yuuri replied.

“How are you my child?” Alexei griped.

Yuuri shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to ask my parents about that one.”

[icewindandboringhorror]

I still very loathe the Media Trope of ‘’cold genius man doesn’t feel emotions and never has relationships... UNTIL.. one random relatively bland Preddy Woman comes along and warps his entire personality and ability to think, his heart has grown and his seeming asexuality has evaporated, he is now Normal :)” or whatever like... AS a walking generic hermit archetype myself.. we would NOT act like that .... just let people be detached weirdos in peace, you cowards .. OR, don’t bother to write one in the first place if you find us too boring to exist realistically in our natural state lol.. pathetic 

[01tsubomi]

i'm taking the jlpt this sunday and had a stress dream last night abt it bc it sort of snuck up on me and now it's kind of a question of how much my actual japanese abilities will carry me (versus if i should've been cramming on flashcards this past month) but the listening portion is far simpler conversation than my coworkers and i have so. i think that maybe instead of "damn i should've been studying japanese" my perspective should just be "i speak japanese"

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

i love it when shit happens in my life that dredges up old wounds and coincidentally im re-experiencing the media i intrinsically link it to cause then i get to remember exactly why i love it and find it so meaningful all over again. there's a fucking reason ill always say Berserk [& RGU] both came into my life at a perfect fucking time and holy shit they fucking resonated with me so hard and as much as life can suck ass and lovvves kicking me in the balls when ive just recovered from last time i a least get to remember how & why i love something so much.

[theophagie]

1.5k words into this fic and still not one line of dialogue between the mcs we are so back

[altarcup]

you know what? i feel like we as a community at large have tentatively accepted and learned that activity / energy / interest is likely to fluctuate. i only see people talk about it when they are apologising / attempting not to apologise for being inactive, or for their focus having shifted away from one set of muses to another.

i'm saying this as someone whose interests are subject to change according to, idk, a slight breeze or a leaf falling from a tree somewhere in australia. and a statement along the lines of this also exists in my rules doc already so i don't know if this needs to be said at all.

but if you notice one of your friends shifting their focus to another blog or another muse, sending the same character(s) memes / requesting them over and over again likely will mean that you're going to have to wait longer for a response, since that isn't where their inspiration is right now. if you are the kind of person that feels discouraged by that (as i have been in the past), this won't help dispel that feeling. maybe someone will let this post encourage you to branch out and hit up your friends for stuff within the universe / for the characters that are vivid in their mind rn!!

[penguinmortuus]

I hate it so much why am I so terrified of people when at the same time I like people :'[

[alder-saan]

I just had a question for all the people in the Gwendoline Christie community (and others too but as my public is basically Larissa/Brienne simps...) whose first language is not English.

Because I personally CANNOT read "x reader" in French, that's just cringe. And for exemple (this is a real mystery), I thought I wasn't comfortable with writing smut, but now I think that's just in French... don't really know though, I'll try.

I don't know WHY, but...

[marauderswolf22]

I know this is completely off topic of this blog, but I wanted to share a digression. I've been thinking recently about the trend of styles and different aesthetics and what advantages it has, because I mean, at the same time you have a lot of possibilities, inspiration and space to fulfill yourself, but at the same time I still have the impression that people have to be assigned to aesthetics. It's not just a style of clothing, but a lifestyle. The internet seems to say that as a cottagcore you HAVE to live in a cute little village where the sun shines 24/7 in the summer and you can't listen to rock, for example. It's just a stupid example but think about it, it's not only what you look like but also where you live, what kind of music you like, WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY (for example in my dark academia phase I read that I have to be "mysterious") and many more just like yours passions. Someone may say that we don't have to be like these standards assigned to certain styles. We don't have to, it's true. But when we have a style faze we want to be able to be described as "omg this girl is so much a green girl" or "you are this girl!" and we want to be like those perfect people we see on pinterest or on vlogs who live this perfectly matching life. And what I want to say after all this is that play with your style, LEARN yourself and your likes and don't try to be perfect from the beginning. You can be an extrovert who doesn't like to read and still be inspired by light academia. You may not like plants as an art mom. Listen to classical music while dressing like a tomboy if you want. It's just playing with this style and being different is so cool, and meeting people like that is like a new adventure. And remember that there are days when all you want to wear is a tracksuit even if you're browsing old money inspiration on instagram. It's you, your body, and it's your expression, so don't force yourself to not be who you really are.

That's it, I hope I didn't exaggerate, take care of yourself lovies

ps: if u want to talk abt it more, i want to talk abt more too!

see you <3