#i have no idea if it is i’ve never had chicken but i don’t tend to like things that are similar to real meat items

[a-walking-fandom-reference]

literally killing and stabbing i hate when vegetarian/vegan companies become sell outs to make their food more appetizing to meat eaters bro you just lost tons of loyal customers great job!!

[katstarry]

no one noticed | call me

eddie munson x reader

part iii

masterlist ☆

part i part ii

summary: eddie finally asks you on a date!

warnings: fluff, reader tends to overthink a little, a bit of self-doubt, but overall this is happy!!! she/her for reader, not much of robin in this one :(

a/n: this is probably the last part and it’s kinda long!! i sort of winged this whole small series :D but i enjoyed writing it sm it’s the first time i’ve written multiple parts for a story, thank you for all the love!!! 💝 i think this is my favorite part.

feedback + reblogs are appreciated! ☆

a few weeks had gone by and your friendship with eddie had only gotten stronger. the project for history had gone great, and it’s only a matter of time until the grades are passed out.

though eddie and you have spent lots of time together after school at various locations, such as your house or his, diners, local shops, or visiting robin at family video—there’s one thing that neither of you have gotten the courage to ask for.

each others number.

many days spent seeing each other, the thought of continuing to keep conversations going after you both go your separate ways, has been something you’ve wanted to do since the start.

it’s a simple thing really, but for some reason you don’t find the perfect time to ask for his number, or bring it up. feeling as though that would be too awkward. he hasn’t brought it up either, which only fuels your reluctance.

which brings you to now.

it’s a friday and you’re both spending the evening at a local diner, waiting for your food to arrive, well, specifically eddie's.

"are you sure that you don't want anything else?" he looks at you as he drinks from his cup, he had ordered a burger along with some fries. while you had only gotten a vanilla milkshake with fries.

"yup, i ate some lunch at school earlier. remember?"

he nods his head, "right. just don't steal my food when it gets here." narrowing his eyes at you.

"pfft, what? i would never do that." you say, grabbing one of your fries and taking a bite.

eddie rolls his eyes and smiles, "uh huh, just like you didn't steal my chicken nugget during lunch, or yesterday at the movies and i got some m&m's , or the other time when you said you didn't want anything but then asked for my chi-"

"alriiight! okay! i have no idea what you're talking about. that wasn't me." hiding your smile by taking a sip from your milkshake, he leans onto the table crossing his arms in front of him. "sure it wasn't, she looked a lot like you though. weird."

he steals one of your fries.

"hey! now who's the thief?" smacking his hand away, but you were too late, he had already grabbed it and ate it, smiling innocently back at you.

he shrugs, "don't know what you're talking about."

"i hate you." you say shaking your head and laughing.

he laughs, "oh please, you love me, sweetheart."

you blush. because first of all yes, you do, and second of all because of the nickname he's gotten used to calling you.

"you wish." you roll your eyes, acting as if his words didn't cause your heart to race and cheeks to burn. you hope he doesn't notice. but of course, he does, though he doesn't bring it up.

"i'm wounded, you don't love me." he puts his face in his hands as if he's crying. that's when the waitress comes over with his food.

"okay, here's your burger and your fries, sir," she smiles and puts the food down in front of him, causing eddie to look up and rub his hands together at the sight of food, "enjoy your meal! you both make a lovely couple." she smiles as she looks at you both.

you both freeze and look at each other, you see eddie smile. oh no.

"thank you so much, she doesn't love me." he deadpans with a fake sad smile as he looks at her.

an awkward look appears on her face. "oh! i'm, uh, sorry about that." she looks over at you.

"that's- no! i never said that, he's just kidding. ha ha." you look at eddie who's trying not to laugh at the look on your face. you kick him under the table.

he yelps and the waitress leaves after awkwardly laughing.

"uh, ouch?!" he rubs his leg under the table.

"oh c'mon it wasn't that hard!" you laugh. your face feels warm once again, "what'd you have to say that for? the poor lady, she was just doing her job." you shake your head with a fake disappointed sigh.

"just having some fun, sweety pie."

"ugh, don't ever say that again."

"we gotta keep up the act now! right, sweetums?" he bats his eyelashes at you and takes a bite of his burger.

"stop!" you laugh.

"why, sweetcheeks? apple of my eye? buttercheeks?"

"buttercheeks?" you ask, still laughing.

"i don't know where that came from, kinda started pulling some outta my ass." he laughs, taking another bite.

"it's okay, honey, you're trying your best." deciding to play along, patting his free hand that lays atop the table.

though, unbeknownst to you, his brain kind of short circuited for a moment once he heard you. you called him honey and you don't even realize the effect you have on him. usually, he's the one calling you pet names, loving the way you react to them, it's sweet. though he only thinks it's because you're a naturally shy person, but he's questioned in his mind if there was another reason as to why.

and he hopes he's the reason why you get all flustered when he says them.

taking another bite to keep himself occupied, nearly finished with the burger, he smiles at you once he finishes.

"i really am, you cutie patootie." he wipes his hands on a napkin before, leaning over and booping you on the nose.

"seriously? cute patootie? out of all the options?" you finish your milkshake, putting the rest of your fries to the middle of the table in between eddie and you so you can share.

"it suits you! but all right then, uh.." he looks up in thought, eating one of your fries, "...snookums."

"i really do hate you." you take the final fry.

"hey, we're supposed to be keeping up an act here, boo boo bear." he points an accusatory finger at you, you stare at each other for a moment before you both end up bursting out laughing.

"we should head home, love bug." you say, getting out your wallet.

"uh uh uh! no. i'll pay." he stops you.

"eddie you paid last time. i'll pay."

he sighs, knowing he won't be able to stop you. he hasn't been able to stop you all the other times before.

you smile, knowing that you won.

now you're both in his van and he's driving you home.

it's become a routine for you both, he started picking you up for school and driving you home. if he kept this up you'll end up not remembering how to drive.

he turns up the radio, one of his metallica cassettes is playing. looking over at him, you smile at the sight. he's looking straight ahead, hands drumming on the steering wheel to the music, head moving to the beat. you believe he does it subconsciously, as if he doesn't realize he's doing it unless someone points it out.

you look away once he glances at you.

"staring it rude, sweetheart." he says sternly, though you can hear his smile.

"wasn't staring."

"sure you weren't."

"just was admiring the view."

"you flatter me, y/n." he twirls one of the strands of his hair playfully with his free hand, while the other is on the wheel with his elbow resting on the window that's down.

you shove him gently, "don't let it get to your head. it's big enough as it is."

he laughs, "who knew you'd be so mean, what happened to the shy girl from a few months ago?"

"i wasn't that shy."

he looks over at you with his eyebrows raised.

"okay maybe i was."

he laughs, "couldn't even keep eye contact with me."

"i was just nervous!"

"i make you nervous, sweetheart?"

"no."

"sure." he smiles.

the rest of the drive was comfortable, music playing in the background, you like that about being with eddie. it doesn't feel awkward having periods of silence, he makes you feel safe, welcome, you can just be you.

he lowers the volume of the radio once he stops in front of your house, putting the van on park.

"well, home sweet home." he says, turning to look at you.

"home sweet home." you repeat, unbuckling your seatbelt. "thanks for the ride, eds."

"of course. you know i don't mind." he smiles.

you smile at him and get out, waving back at him once your in your house as he waits for you to get in safely, and shut the door.

once you're safely inside, eddie glances down at where you were sat, and finds napkin with scribbles on it.

he grabs it and looks at it properly, about to throw it to the back to throw away later (he always forgets), but stops once he reads what's on it.

it's a telephone number, it's your number. and beside it is written 'call me!' with a smiley face and a messy heart.

you had called robin as soon as you got home, gushing once again about your time with eddie, while she talked to you about her encounters with vickie.

and now here you were a few hours later, anxiously laying on your bed and flipping through magazines, waiting for eddie's call. will he even call?

did he even see the napkin? oh no, what if he threw it away? or what if he doesn't care?

that's when a ring begins to sound.

you jump up from the bed, fixing your hair, but then realizing he won't even be able to see you.

you pick up the phone, "hello?"

"well hellooo, y/n. i can't believe this is our first time calling each other."

you immediatley begin to smile, "i know right! we're so stupid."

"i didn't know how to bring it up."

"neither did i."

you both laugh.

"we really are so stupid." he says.

you picture him by the phone, is he standing? or is he sitting? is he smiling as much as you are?

"so..."

"so... what'd you do today?" he asks, and you know now that he's definitely smiling, and you can picture it so easily. maybe he's even toying with the phone cord, maybe not.

"hm... well i went to school obviously," "obviously." he interrupts, sounding as if he's holding back laughter.

"okay. and then just hung out with this guy after school."

"aah.. a guy you say? should i be worried?"

IS HE FLIRTING? you swear your heart skips a beat. breathe!

you laugh, "oh no, no. nothing to worry about."

"you sure?"

"totally, he wouldn't even hurt a fly."

"sounds like a pussy." he laughs.

"definitely."

"heeey! you weren't supposed to agree." he pouts, though you can't see him.

"you're the one who said it!"

"well, i don't know the guy, so i can say it."

"eddie you literally are the guy."

"i am?"

"idiot."

your laughs quiet down and you hear quiet breaths over the receiver, something about it makes it feel so intimate, it makes you blush. it's like he's so close, but he's so far away. only a couple of minute's drive away, but still, too far for your liking.

"still awake over there?" you whisper.

you hear a loud exaggerated snore in return, causing you to pull the phone away for a moment.

"well you must be in very deep slumber, i guess i'll hang up.."

"no! i'm awake. sorry, must've fallen asleep a bit there. oops. my bad, i'm up. don't hang up."

"nearly ruptured my eardrum." you laugh.

"myyy bad." he snickers.

"i am getting a bit tired though," a yawn escapes you in the middle of your sentence.

you hear him sigh, "guess we gotta sleep then."

"guess so."

a moment of quiet.

"you doing anything tomorrow?" he asks.

"um, no i don't think so. you?"

"nope."

"cool." you smile, knowing he'll ask to hang out.

"can i ask you something?" he sounds nervous.

"of course."

"we should hang out tomorrow."

"...okay, i'm down. was that the question?" you laugh softly, opting to lay down on your bed again.

"sorry- no that's not the question," you hear him move around, "uh, i was thinking."

"oh no." "shut up," he laughs, "i was uh, wondering, if you- do you want to go on a date with me?"

quiet.

WHAT. oh. oh this is real.

"uh it's okay if not, can just forget i ever said that-" "i'd love to."

he swears he stops breathing for a moment, "yeah?" he smiles once he hears your answer.

"yeah." you giggle.

"cool.. nice. i'll pick you up, uh is like 3pm cool?" "yeah, that's cool."

"awesome. well... i'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart." he whispers.

"see you tomorrow eds. goodnight."

"don't let the bed bugs bite." he says, did he really just say that? he rubs his face, but he feels calmer once he hears it made you laugh.

"alright, bye eddie."

he can't wait for tomorrow.

excitedly going to sleep, the next day comes quick.

calling robin and immediately telling her you have a date with eddie.

you wake up, have some breakfast and tell your mom, take a shower, and spend time looking for an outfit.

he didn’t tell you what the plans were, so you decide on something a bit casual but also a bit dressy. you put on a nice babydoll shirt and some jeans along with your docs.

sitting at your desk, where you have a small mirror and your make-up products, you get started on getting ready. you take your time getting your hair to look nice and not going too over the top with the make-up just some simple concealer, mascara, and lip gloss.

by the time you finish it’s about 2:30pm. okay, 30 minutes left. cool. now it’s really sinking in that you’re about to go on a date.

you get up and put on some jewelry, some earrings and a necklace, and just a few bracelets.

okay, now you’re ready.

wait! some perfume too. can’t forget that.

looking at the mirror you fix a few things—and you hear a knock at the door.

your mom went out to do some groceries—so you rush to the door and take a breath, not wanting to seem too eager. but you are.

you open the door and see eddie, he looks good. really good, which you’ve always thought but you can see he put effort in for this. his hair seems softer somehow? he’s wearing a black button down that fits loosely and some jeans, he’s still wearing his rings, you take notice that one his arms is hidden behind his back.

“you look great.” you both say at the same time.

“uh thanks.” you feel your face heat. “you look nice.”

“thank you, swetheart.” he pulls his arm from behind his back and he gives you flowers. you almost sigh dreamily, almost. you take it, unable to stop the smile that comes to your face.

“you remembered my favorite flowers?” you say as you look down at them.

“i remember everything you tell me, beautiful.”

his pet names aren’t new, but knowing this is a date makes hearing them a lot more difficult to not love the way it sounds.

“thank you, eds. i’ll just go put them in some water and i’ll be right out.” he nods and waits for you.

you’re out really quickly, excited.

he opens the door for you as he always does, but this time he even buckled the seatbelt for you, before going to the drivers seat. gentleman.

“so, where are you taking us today eddie?” you look over at him seeing him smile and starting the van.

“guess you’ll have to wait to find out.”

he hums along to the music that’s playing, opting to turn on the radio and put on one of his favorite stations. you hum along to the songs you do know, the ones you’ve listened together with him and some you’re just now hearing.

the trees on the side of the road pass you by, shades of green and brown since it’s almost fall, but still warm enough to be outside.

“i think i know where we’re headed.” you say, your gaze still outside the window.

“sh! sh! i still want it to be a surprise. even if you know where we’re going.” he chuckles.

you smile lazily over at him, your head resting on the headrest. “alright.”

the drive to the location is peaceful, as it always is. it’s filled with silly banter, teasing, and causal conversation.

once he parks the van, he rushes out and opens your door before you even get the chance to reach for the handle.

you hop out, “thank you.” you pat his chest.

“of course, your majesty.” he puts out his hand and your grab it.

he leads you to the back of the van and he opens it with his free hand, grabbing a blanket and a basket.

“a picnic?”

“a picnic.” he blushes and looks away, feeling a bit flustered by the way you look at him in adoration.

he leads you a bit further into the trees until you reach a good place; with a beautiful view of lovers lake.

letting go of your hand with a soft squeeze, he opens up the blanket and places it on the ground, putting the basket on it and sitting down. he look up at you and reaches for your hand.

“you gonna join me? or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty? i wouldn’t mind either one.”

you sit down across from him. “oh shut up.” you mumble.

he nudges your foot with his own, “don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart. let’s dig in.”

“alright, let’s see what you brought.”

opening up the basket he pulls out sandwiches, drinks, a container with cupcakes, and some fruit.

he looks up at you once he finished laying everything out. “i know it’s not much.. but i hope you enjoy it. i know you’ve mentioned before how badly you wanted to go on a picnic before.” he looks back down and counties setting everything.

you grab his hand and squeeze it. “it’s perfect, eddie. thank you. anything we would’ve done today i would enjoy regardless, you make things fun ed’s.”

letting go of his hand, he sits up and smiles.

“likewise, cutie patootie.”

“ooookay. well then, this has been fun—” you move to stand.

“no! alright, alright. i’ll behave.” he laughs, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“thanks, buttercheeks.” this causes you both laugh.

he hands you a sandwich, you take it and eat. the time is spent eating the snacks he had brought, goofing around, and shy glances when the other thought they weren’t looking.

the food was eaten and now you were snacking on some grapes, now sitting side by side, looking out at the lake, the sunset making the trees surrounding it to have more color and the water to glimmer.

“it’s so beautiful.” you say, looking at the scenery.

“yeah. it is.” he says softly, but he’s looking at you. he’s leaning on his elbows, his legs stretched out and crossed.

looking over at him, you lock eyes. only this time neither of you look away. you move to mirror his position, now at eye level.

“hey.” he says in a low voice.

“hey.” you say.

you eat another grape.

“can i have one?” he glances down at the fruit in the container.

“if you can catch it.” you smirk, sitting up as he remains how he is. he furrows his eyebrows in confusion, but understands once he sees you raises your arm, about to throw the grape.

he opens his mouth in attempt to catch it, but it hits his eye, causing you to burst out laughing.

“laughing at my pain, i see how it is.” he picks up the grape that fell onto the blanket and throws it back at you, which hits your shoulder.

“you missed.”

“you hit my eye!”

“it was close!”

“that was not close.”

you throw another one, catching him off guard. it hits his nose.

“now that was close.” you say, eating one yourself.

he shakes his head and sits up, reaching for the container. you pull it away playfully.

“oh? is that what we’re doing now?” he says.

you shrug.

he moves to grab it again, you pull it away.

neither of you move, until you stand and run with the container. he gets up and tries to reach you, but unfortunately you trip on a tree root and fall onto the grass, eddie falls as well by trying to reach for you.

he falls atop you, the container of fruit now forgotten.

“y’know if you wanted to be on top of me, i think that could’ve been after a couple more dates, eddie.” you joke.

eddie leans over you, not wanting to put his full weight on you. “ha ha.” he rolls his eyes.

“so what i’m hearing is.. you’ll go on more dates with me?” he brushes a loose strand of hair that fell in front of your face.

“mmm… maybe.” you smile.

“cool.”

“cool.”

he glances down at your lips, looking back to find you doing the same. “can i kiss you, sweetheart?” he whispers.

you nod, and that’s all he needs before leaning down to connect your lips. he feels your soft lips and he can’t help but sigh against the kiss. this is real. he’s kissing you. moving your hands to wrap around his neck, you feel his lips love against yours, tasting the cupcakes from earlier and a hint of mint. smiling against his lips, he pulls back for breath.

smiling down at you, he looks at you, a gleeful look on your face.

he moves to move off you, but you pull him back down for one last kiss.

he laughs against your kiss, helping you up.

“can’t get enough of me already?”

you shove his shoulder gently, “what, don’t want me to kiss you then?”

“now, now let’s not get crazy. i didn’t say that.” he pulls you closer, both of you now standing. he leans down and pecks your lips, pulling away and humming contently.

“nice?” you say.

“more than nice. amazing. awesome. beautiful. spectacular. though i think i know what would make it even better.”

“yeah? and what’s that?” you play with the ends of his hair.

“if you would be my girlfriend.” he says, blushing.

you hide your smile by hiding your face in his neck.

“i’d love to be your girlfriend, eddie.” you kiss his cheek.

he embraces you. “thank you.”

“for what?” you laugh, feeling him shrug.

“being you.” he kissed the top of your head, “…i’m your boyfriend now.” he smiles, pulling away and holding your hand.

and that next monday, in history class, where it all first started, he looks at his grade, an A written at the top.

he looks over at you, leaning over to give his girlfriend a dramatic sloppy kiss on the cheek.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Candy Girl 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

The silver-haired man bends over your engine. His name is Bucky as you guessed from Thor’s booming yawls for him. You sit on the front porch, next to the pizza on the bench, and chew your lip anxiously. All four men loom around your deceased vehicle, mulling grimly over the ruins. 

Karl seemed okay about the catastrophe. Emmanuel was looking to pick up some hours and there are enough orders that he didn’t need to worry about breaking even. You thanked him before you hung up, still numb and in disbelief. It’s not just a car, it’s your livelihood. More than just your job, it’s your escape from a house that’s never been much of a home. 

You try not to let the despair drown you but can’t help it. For all your optimism, this is just too much, the final straw. If you can’t drive, you can’t work, and you can’t get money, and you can’t hand over most of your check to get your parents off your back. You are effed. 

Before you can hang your head, Thor catches your eye. He waves and bounds over as if only then remembering you. He comes up the steps and leans against the porch railing across from you. 

“Gonna be alright,” he says and he crosses his arms, “Bucky says it might take a little but he can redo the whole thing.” 

“Really?” You bat your lashes, looking up at the awning, “hm, maybe I should look into being a mechanic.” 

“Not quite,” he chuckles, “it’s more a hobby but he’s gotten me out of a few vehicular binds. I trust him.” 

“Oh, uh, well... guess I don’t have much of a choice,” you shrug and reach into your pocket, “can you take this back?” You hold out the folded bills, “maybe it can help with the cost--” 

“Ah, he owes me,” Thor winks, “keep it.” 

“I can’t--” 

“I’ve been holding onto this favour for nearly a decade, what better time to use it?” He grins. “Please, little one, you keep that money. It’s well-earned.” 

You give a bittersweet smile, your cheeks pinching with the underlying anxiety. You won’t argue about it. You really do need the money. You sigh and tuck it back into your pocket. 

“I’m sorry to ruin your night,” you murmur as you look at the men near your car. Bucky and another argue as they gesture to the car, the greying blond man standing back to watch without amusement. 

“Ah, no, they’re always like that,” he glances over his shoulder, “eh, what more could I ask?” He stands and drops his arms, moving to sit on the other end of the bench. He flips up the lid of the top pizza box, “than to eat with a pretty girl.” 

Your cheeks tingle. He’s always a bit too cheesy. You scrunch your lips and shake your head. 

“Please, dig in,” he insists, “might as well. Otherwise, these old dogs with devour it all and be whining of heartburn in an hour.” 

You snort. You can’t say you’re not hungry. Driving around with the smell of chicken and pizza all night does tend to leave you ravenous and after the day you’ve had, well, you’re no stranger to comfort eating.  

“Just one slice,” you insist and reach to tear a piece off the pie. 

He hums contentedly as he takes one himself. He peers out at his buddies and rolls his eyes. The argument is turning heated though the silent third hardly seems fazed. It almost reminds you of Magni and his friends; people don’t grow up very much, do they? 

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“It’s late,” Thor says as he leads you down the walk, “you can stay over and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” 

“Oh, but...” 

“Mm, I did have a beer or two, we’ll have to walk to mine,” he interjects, “apologies, little one, I didn’t foresee disaster.” 

“It’s... okay,” you assure him. “Thanks, again. I really appreciate it.” 

You turn onto the sidewalk beside him and slip your phone from your purse. Still no messages. You dim the screen with a sigh and put it away. 

“Something the matter?” Thor asks. 

“No, just... haven’t heard from Magni.” 

“Ah, I’m certain he’s home,” Thor insists, “you know how he is. Distracted with that bike he can’t seem to fix.” 

You chuckle, “yeah, I don’t think that thing’s ever gonna run again.” 

“I told him not to take it apart,” he tuts, “but does he ever listen?” 

“Oh, sorry, I...” 

“It isn’t your fault, no need for your apologies,” he says, “I only wish...” he exhales heavily, “maybe I could’ve done better. If I had, he’d treat you better too. I’m sorry you have to deal with such a spoiled brat. As selfishly as I’d like you to stick around, you could do better. Much better.” 

You mull his words in silence, “yeah, I... he’s... not... he just needs time.” 

You’re not sure you believe that. He hasn’t changed in the year you’ve been together. You’ve known him even longer than that and you can’t say he’d matured past his high school antics much.

Even his brother, Modi, outgrew all that. You always asked why he didn’t think about moving in with him, getting a bit of space. He just didn’t want to be troubled with the effort of it all. Just like most things. 

“It isn’t my place,” Thor raises his hands, “sorry. It is only... my thoughts come faster than I can stop them.” 

“Yeah... I...” you drag your feet. He’s just saying everything you’ve been denying. “I don’t know.” 

You walk along, staring ahead, overly aware of his looming presence. He rubs his neck and clears his throat, “anyhow, I was curious, fall will be here soon, were you still looking to go to school?” 

“Oh, uh... well,” you scoff, “my car... don’t have that much save yet and... I mean, you don’t have to do everything on the same schedule as everyone else, right?” 

Another point of denial. Another thing you’re running away from to look on the bright side instead. You sniff and shrug. 

“Not this year.” Probably not next year, either. You’re already a year behind, so what does it matter? 

“Ah, so now that Magni’s done his gap year, you’ll be okay?” 

“Okay?” You wonder. 

“With him going away for so long. I suppose you’ll just go up and visit, eh? We could make a road trip of it, if you like.” 

“Away?” Your heart plummets and you stop short, just at the corner of his street, “Mr. Odin—Thor? I thought he was going local.” 

He turns to you and inhales, chest rising and falling as he clamps his lips guiltily, “oof, I’ve done it again. Said too much.” 

“What-- when was he going to tell me?” You croak. Don’t cry. Don’t. That’s just pathetic. 

“I’m sorry, little one, I didn’t mean--” 

“You’re sorry? He didn’t even tell me,” you mope, “I...” 

You spin on your heel and storm ahead of him. You’re filled with hurt and anger. Whatever. If Magni doesn’t want to answer your texts, fine, he can sulk and be a child, but what was he going to do? Just pack up and leave you without a word? 

You sense Thor behind you, trailing after. He’s tall enough he could easily catch you but he’s holding back. You don’t care. He can’t stop you. 

You stomp up the front stairs of his house. The porch light shines yellow and the windows are lit up. You forget all pretense as you enter his home, leaving the door open. Magni’s metal music blasts from his bedroom. You barrel down the hall and burst through his door. 

You skid to a halt, at first, not understanding what you’ve walked in on. You lean back on your heel as the breath rushes from you and leaves you deflated. Your ears buzz and your eyes tinge. They don’t even notice you as you stand there gaping. Magni and Sheena, his ex, lay on his bed, tangled in each other, sucking each other’s faces like they’re on life support. 

You back out and whimper. You collide with Thor as he comes up behind you. He growls as he looks over you easily and witnesses your horror within. You push back against him and veer away. 

“Little one,” he calls after you as you flee, his hand slipping down your arm before he can get a hold of you. 

You’re already bawling, heaving and gasping for air. You’re so stupid. You can’t believe you put up with all Magni’s bullshit. No, you can’t believe you let yourself be so blind. Good things don’t just happen because you want them to. You should know that by now. 

[butcherlarry]

Kent farm and country Clark Headcanons

Some headcanons about the Kent family farm that @januariat requested I post about :) 

I grew up on a farm and at our peak we had a couple hundred head of beef cattle (we’ve had registered angus cattle for about 100 years, and have been farming since the family settled in that area in the mid 1800s I think?  We’re no longer at that farm, the parents moved themselves and the cattle to another one in the state, so they’re still farming).  We also did a lot of crop farming, mostly corn, wheat, and soybeans.  Dad had some hay fields that he would mow and bale multiple times throughout throughout the summer/fall to make bales as some of the food to feed our cattle throughout the year.  My siblings and I were involved in 4H/FFA growing up (my sister and I were in 4H, my brother did 4H and then FFA when he got to high school).  We always raised two steers to take to our county fair as projects (and maybe some breeding and open class projects on the side), and my brother did shop/metal working projects as well.  Needless to say, I have a lot of THOUGHTS and FEELINGS about Clark growing up on a farm in a small rural community.

I don’t read the comics (except WFA), and most of my interaction with the Superman/Clark Kent fandom has been through watching the newer movies, being in fandom discords, reading Tumblr posts, and fanfic that I’ve read.  This was just something fun for me to ponder about based on my life experiences (I also work in the ag industry, specifically the meats industry if you couldn’t tell from my username, lol)

For the type of farm, I think the Kents would have a lot of acreage do crop farming. I'm not as familiar with any specialty crops grown in Kansas, but as I stated before, the big three that were grown on my farm growing up were corn, wheat, and soybeans.  Those are pretty popular crops to grow in the midwest, so I could see the Kents growing those too. Not sure how viable it would be, but sunflowers can also grown as a crop.  I like the thought of the Kents maybe growing that because, you know, Kansas. 

If they had any livestock, it would be a small amount.  I’m not 100% sure on Clark’s current age in the comics, but if he was around before the 1980s, he might remember his parents raising some cattle or hogs as an extra way to get cash.  Unfortunately, there was a farm crisis that hit the Midwest in the 80s, and it hurt a lot of small farms.  Now a days, you have to to be raising a lot of one animal to make any kind of profit (if any).  If you’re raising hogs, you need a barn that holds 2000+ head finishing hogs to make money (I worked in one of these barns and a hog nursey that held 5000+ during covid when I got laid off from my job.  It SUCKS.  I developed a new fear in life of being eaten alive by 300+ lb pigs, but that’s a story for another day).  It’s the same with chicken and turkey as well, but I’m not as sure on the barn size.  If the Kents do have any livestock, it would be animals that would be used to supplement their diet, like a small flock of chickens for eggs, and a dairy animal (goat or cow?  Maybe goat since they’re smaller and don’t take up as much space as a cow.  Might also be easier to handle for the Kent parents as they get older, but I’ve never owned a goat before, so don’t quote me on that.  Goats are smart and are pretty good at getting in trouble, lol).  

If the Kents have any large meat livestock, like cattle, it would only be one or two, which leads me to my next headcanon, that Clark was in 4H/FFA growing up!  I love, love, LOVE the idea of Clark being in 4H or FFA while in school at Smallville, and having a beef or dairy beef steer(s) as a livestock project.  Also, Clark would show his project animals at his county fair!  I don't think he would win or do well in the main classes.  From my experience, usually it's families that are big into showing cattle, and you need a lot of money for that for all the equipment and supplies that goes with it. They also tend to travel a lot with those animals, and show them in other contests as well (maybe state fair.  If you want to hear a rant about how much I don’t like show cattle and the show cattle industry, hmu). If anything, Clark would probably do well in the showmanship shows. That's more dependent on the trust between you and your animal, and how much you've worked with them.  I can definitely see Clark working with his animals everyday, cleaning, feeding, and leading them.  You know someone has really worked with there animal if they can lead and stop them so the animal’s feet are positioned correctly without having to use a show stick to move the feet (yes, there is a correct way cattle need to stand when showing.  A lot of terminology describing the feet positions too.  Again, if you want more details, hmu).

On top of showing cattle, I also love the thought of Clark taking a shop project through FFA/4H, especially if it's welding. He could use it as a way to practice with his laser vision!  You can definitely tell a good weld from a bad weld, and I can see Clark working on his laser vision skills to improve.  My brother and Dad would work on, fix and build equipment and fences with welding, so I can also see Clark learning how to do that to help out on the farm!  And I'm sure Jonathan Kent would appreciate it since he wouldn't have to spend as much money on the welding and torch gasses and the equipment that goes with it.

Welp, those are my headcanons for Clark, the Kents, and farming.  I’m sure if you poke me, I could go into more detail on somethings, or think of more headcanons about those topics.  Most of my ag experience has been in raising beef cattle, so that shaped most of these headcanons that I have.   If you or someone else in the Superman fandom have a farming background, please tell me what your headcanons are!!  I would love to hear them!  Growing up on a farm was a big part of Clark’s life, so we need more country Clark stories!

[mama-scarebear]

My first time writing in. So sorry you’re dealing with all the creepy, ill-mannered, disrespectful guys on here. Definitely the worst thing about tumblr. I feel like mommies definitely get the worst of it. It understandably chases a lot of them away, which fucking sucks for us LGs who absolutely LOVE seeing & hearing from mommies who are all about LGs & the MD/LG dynamic. You seem tough and like the one who typically does the scaring, however I, and I’m sure lots of others, totally understand if these dudes have gotten on your last nerve.

Don’t know if sharing this little fantasy will make your night better, but I hope it does 😊. You shouldn’t feel like you’re the one who’s gotta provide the kinky fun all the time 😋

I can’t get the idea out of my mind of Mommy telling me we are going to have such a “special night” together while she straps and secures me into a high chair. She tells me there will be lots of wine, candles, lingerie and orgasms, which makes me super squirmy and drippy with excitement, as of course I’ve been on orgasm denial for over a month. She then begins to push spoonful after spoonful of undisclosed mush into my mouth which I assume had to be some sort of chicken & gravy baby food. The taste and smell make me wanna gag, but Mommy just told me I might not only get 1 orgasm tonight, but multiple and I didn’t wanna do anything to risk that whatsoever. Feeling full and like that first jar of baby food will never end she quickly pulls out another jar of equally disgusting green colored mush. By the end of the 2nd jar I’m gagging, covered in baby food from what seems like head to toe, looking as pathetic as possible. She laughs triumphantly, as if that was her intent from the get go, and comments how messy a baby I am, but not as messy as I probably will be by the end of the night. Which strikes fear in my core and makes me blush a bright shade of pink, while at the same time causes me to drip wetness into my padding. I involuntarily squeeze my legs together. She calls me pathetic and says I’m clearly way too much of a helpless baby to satisfy her tonight. I visibly start to pout which makes me look even more pathetic. She giggles and says, “did you really think when Mommy talked about wine, lingerie and orgasms you would be taking part? Aww that’s so cute. Sorry I forgot you are too little to understand adult talk. Mommy meant she was going to call the really hot woman she met at the bar the other night to come over so the two of us can have playtime.” I start visibly tearing up, overwhelmed by the loss of the ability to have an adult kinky orgasm-filled night with Mommy, but also by the fact Mommy needed someone else to satisfy her. She sees the tears welling up in my eyes and says, “Oh don’t worry baby you’re too little to leave alone, so Mommy is going to set you up in the playpen in Mommy’s room so I can keep an eye on you the whole time.” After hearing that I no longer could hold back the tears, knowing not only was Mommy going to fuck someone else that night, but that I was going to be forced to watch the two of them sitting in my diaper. She immediately shushes me & shoves a pacifier into my mouth and says, “aww you seem upset baby. I think someone might have to go potty. Hopefully you don’t try to hold it cause it would be awfully embarrassing to lose control in front of Mommy’s friend huh?”

Oh sweetie you don't even realise youre being Mommy's little helper. You whimpering and crying in the corner in your diapers is going to help me have an extra special night with another woman. Luckily you'll be in your little pj's and have been fed and have blankies and soft toys to play with if you ever manage to get those tears in check. Unluckily though I tend to fall asleep after sex so you'll be alright to sleep in your playpen won't you sweetie pie? I'll tend to your swollen padding the next day. Try not to squirm too much I hear it helps.

[leviathans-watching]

mfil - 31

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!

shutting his door with more force than usual, asmo falls onto his bed, finally letting all his embarrassment surface. it’s rare he loses his composure like this, but you seem to have a knack for making him off-kilter. he’s kissed dozens of demons before, so why is this affecting him? maybe it’s because you’re a human? or maybe it’s because you’re you, and he hates you?

asmo groans, burying his face in his duvet cover. god, why had he let that happen? why had he encouraged it, kind of even… liked it?

“i’m so stupid,” he mutters, wondering what he should even do. besides locking himself up in his room for the next hundred years, that is.

and what’s worse is that he lost his composure! there’s no way you were filled by his bad excuse to leave, and if he’d just stayed, he could have played it off, made you the one to take the brunt of embarrassment. but by running away like a coward he totally looks like some shy virgin!

or wait, maybe he could say kissing you just sickened him?

no, that was too low, even for him. as a purveyor of all things physical intimacy-related, he tried to never make anyone feel bad about their skills. it wasn’t their fault he was better and more experienced in every way, and honestly, shaming someone for something like that was just not cool.

plus, the kiss–god, he can’t even believe he’s admitting this, even to himself!–wasn’t bad. there wasn’t much time for it to develop, but your lips felt nice against his and your smell had surrounded him nicely.

god, why did he do that! why did you do that? he’d called chicken but never actually expected you to hold him to it, meaning he had no idea on what to do next.

he could try to use it to normalize physical affection between the two of you, get back at satan and his brothers like he’d originally wanted, but, for some reason, that didn’t sit well with him.

“i’ve just got to think,” he says, sitting up. he does tend to work well under pressure, after all. “if i don’t act like it’s a big deal, then it won’t be. simple as that.”

it was a tried and true method. act like what happened wasn’t as monumental of a thing as it was and the awkwardness lifted. yes, if he just continued on with things like normal, surely everything would be fine.

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[eternalwritess]

Hello! Could I get matchups for Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, and My Hero Academia?

Gender + Pronouns- Nonbinary, they/he/she

Sexuality- Asexual + Lesbian

Personality- Most people I know describe me as funny, sweet, or bubbly. I tend to be anxious and sometimes cold towards people I don’t really know, but once I get comfortable around someone I’ll talk their ears off and rush to share everything I like with them. I’m not very good with understanding social cues and picking up on things like body language. I’m pretty analytical and tend to focus on things that aren’t important in the long run. I joke around a lot, often messing with my friends, and I tend to just say whatever weird things come to mind. However, I have a difficult time being honest about my emotions(which are mostly bottled up) and problems, and I’ve never been comfortable being vulnerable with people. People pleaser. I tend to take things to literally. I’m also book smart but extremely lacking in street smarts, can be quite an airhead at times. I’m also classified as an ISTP-T and have adhd and autism :)

Love languages- Physical contact(only with a select few people), words of affirmation(not really “i love you” more of just compliments, I melt at compliments), and gift giving

Appearance- Long wavy brown hair, tall(5’7 to 5’9 range), not chubby but not thin either, wear a lot of black, mainly skirts, sweaters, and dresses

Likes- Singing, voice acting, musical theatre, hanging out with friends, privacy, stand-up comedy, watching movies/tv, listening to paranormal investigations and horror stories, reading fanfiction, sketching, getting to discuss fictional works I like with other people who like them

Dislikes- People assuming I never know what I’m doing, unwarranted disrespect, other people telling me what I’m feeling, having my feelings and thoughts ignored by others, being ignored, feeling strong emotions(aside from happiness), crying, being vulnerable, birds, mirrors, not completely understanding something

Other: I tend to be attracted to confident(or at least seemingly confident) and strong people

Thank you so much! Hope this is enough info <3

i match you with... 𝓥𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 ██ 20% _ ████ 60% _ █████ 80% _ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

❀ I think that when you two met you first arrived in hell without much of an idea of what was going on there. In response people walked up to you noticing that you were new and started to try and hustle you. Luckily for you though Vaggie saw what was going on and kicked their asses

❀ You might've been slightly confused at first as to why she reacted so harshly but once she said why she did what she did you understood a little better and thanked her out for helping you get out of that bad situation

❀ She then asked you if you had anywhere to stay and if you'd like to stay at the hotel where she helped run. Of course she said that you could say 'no' and that you didn't have to come with her but when you said 'yes' she was slightly excited. Not that she showed it though

❀ The moment you entered the hotel Charlie was all over you two jumping up and down and getting you a room in the hotel. She introduced you to literally everything in the vicinity at first Vaggie was going to calm her down but soon later you exhibited the same amount of energy and she just rolled her eyes affectionately at you two

❀ She doesn't know when she fell in love but she only realized it when you two brushed hands while sitting on the couch, watching some shit show of a station. She could feel her heart pounding harder and harder until she excused herself. She went to the bathroom and stared in the mirror for a long time before coming back out.

❀ She didn't confess for about a week, still thinking about her emotions but when she did she was embarrassed and Charlie had to help her through the entire thing to make sure that she didn't chicken out.

 ^ ̳ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ̳^

❀ Physical touch is a constant between you two. She'll constantly hand you hand or keep an arm around your waist. If you two are sitting down together and your hand is just sitting their she'll rest her hand over it gently

❀ She constantly compliments you to make you feel loved as her past as an exorcist made her kinda weird when it came to the whole love thing as she's never experienced it before and since she was most likely complimented a lot as an exorcist she does the same with you. Whenever you do something small she thanks you for it even if you mess up

❀ She'd love to just chill with you on a couch and watch whatever movie or tv show that you want. Of course she might get up everyone now and then to move around, whether thats a trip to the kitchen for some water or your favorite snack, but she'll always come back and say sorry for getting up before giving you something

❀ She'd listen to you rant for hours on end without hesitation. She absolutely adores your voice and finds it extremely comforting to listen to. She'd move closer as you explain things unconsciously too just to get closer and hear you better.

[lovelylogans]

the parent trap

CHAPTER FOUR: riposte

The boys come to blows. (With words and stitching.)

The boys come to blows. (With words and stitching.)

⁂

The news of the Pine vs. Maple poker match sweeps through the camp like wildfire.

When Roman walks into breakfast that morning, his back is patted, his hand is high-fived, and his hair is ruffled by the seeming legions of boys who had lost their poker matches against the scourge of the Pine cabin. 

His batch of heroism in dispensing back Maple, Sequoia, and Catalpa’s belongings back to them has made any semblance of popularity he’d had before positively skyrocket.

It’s a bit overwhelming, to be quite honest, but it’s also nice. 

Boys jockey to sit beside or across from him at breakfast; they fetch him the finest of Walden’s breakfast offerings; they ask him to tell the story of how he’d won the poker match and how he got so good at poker anyway.

However, once the people who wandered over to compliment him who weren’t at the cabin the night before, laid eyes on his face, then did a double take between the Pine and Maple tables (Remus, Roman notes with some mixture of amusement and slight guilt from his cabinmates stealing his clothes, looks a bit grumpy from not having slept too much before).

But once the information that the poker showdown was between the inexplicably identical boys is chucked into the rumor mill? If Roman was sick of talking about how he has no idea of how they looked so alike before…

“Wait,” any person who comes to this new realization says, “are you…?”

“No,” Roman says sharply. “I’ve never met him before camp.” 

“Are you cousins?” asks a young, wide-eyed delegate from the Elm cabin asks during morning announcements.

“I don’t have any American cousins.” Roman sighs, returning his attention to Marvin Sr.

Even a fifteen-year-old boy from Cypress asks as Maple moves toward the lake for morning activities—usually, the over-fourteens don’t bother with the under-thirteens, Asher tells him in an undertone, so this news spreading so wide is a big deal.

“I think it’s just a freak coincidence,” Roman says, trying his very best to come across cool.

“Huh,” the fifteen-year-old grunts, then, “Well, I heard it was a good game, anyway. We’ll let you know if we need a child prodigy to empty out Hickory, huh?”

Roman’s eyebrows jump up his forehead; Hickory was one of the two oldest cabins, home to the seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds usually in their last year of camp unless they decided to apply to be a counselor.

“Er, yeah!” Roman says. “Let me know. Whenever.”

“Hickory!” Asher hisses into Roman’s ear as the fifteen-year-old makes their way back to their own kayak.

“I know!”

⁂

The pool at Camp Walden was a highly prized activity location.

The older campers—trusted earlier to take their schedules in their own hands—tended to lounge around the pool most days, splashing around in the shallows or napping on the benches or hogging the diving boards to do fancy dives and cannonballs and backflips.

But today? Today is Pine’s time to shine.

It’s a glorious day to be in the cool pool; the sun beats down on them from the perfect blue sky with no option to hide behind any sort of cloud. There’s not even the little wispy ones gathering up above—perfectly clear.

Perfectly hot. 

And perfect for swimming.

Remus has an excellent time cavorting with the rest of his cabin, yelling and shouting and getting into splash fights and getting scolded by the lifeguard on duty. 

They play mermaids—Remus’s tail is lime green and he has superpowers—and flip their hair into their best imitations of George Washington.

They dive down to see who can touch the bottom of the pool and come back quickest, who can hold their breath the longest, who can throw pennies into the pool the best and who can collect the most scattered change.

They clamber onto each other’s shoulders and play Chicken and have splash fights and they wrestle each other into the water.

It’s perfect.

Right up until Maple Cabin strolls by with his dorky clone.

“Ugh,” Remus mutters, and he pulls himself up out of the water.

“Hey, James!” He shouts. “Come back for a repeat performance, have you?”

“Repeat performance?” James says, baffled, but it’s too late; Remus has already taken two large steps back, and he begins to sprint.

“CANNONBALL!” Remus bellows, and he launches himself into the pool, curling into as tight a ball as he can, per the Remus Parker Cannonball Protocol. 

It perfect, he can tell from the instant he hits the water, hearing the starts of James’s screech even as he gets more deeply submerged in the water; he surfaces and beholds.

James is just about as soaked as he is, gaping at Parker.

“You—!”

Words seem to fail him; James dips his foot in the pool, kicks a might splash in Remus’s direction, and then storms off with his wet shoes and socks, leaving little trails of chlorinated water as he goes.

Remus snickers as he dives deeper into the water.

⁂

Okay, so, Remus is technically keeping his promise to his Pa. He isn’t exploding anything, which was the main thing.

….he is enacting some destruction.

Just a little. Just a little destruction—!

Remus ducks his head and refocuses on his work, haphazardly tugging needle and thread.

He’s not pissed about jumping in the lake naked; he wouldn’t have dished it out if he couldn’t take it, after all. It was actually pretty fun, if he’s being honest; Remus can see why adults are so keen on skinny dipping now.

But stealing his clothes? That was a surprisingly low blow from his stuck-up prick evil clone. 

So if his evil clone and his cabinmates didn’t want him wearing clothes? Fine. Then they couldn’t either.

Remus mutters to himself and occasionally cackles as he keeps working, with a needle and thread snuck out from the evil clone’s supplies.

⁂

“Thanks for covering for me,” Roman mutters to Monroe as he slips into line at the mess hall.

“No prob,” Monroe says, casual. “Do anything fun?”

Roman considers it.

“It has the potential for fun,” he says, his hand straying to the scrap piece of sandpaper in his pocket. “I dunno if we’ll see the results, but he’ll certainly experience them.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Monroe declares, pounding Roman on the back. 

Roman manages not to drop his tray, laughs weekly, and quickly reaches to pick out the best segment of lasagna that’s left for him to eat. 

He gets together his dinner—lasagna, garlic bread, caesar salad—and moves to the table, avoiding the eyes of their counselor.

Not that his counselor is likely to care much anyway. It kind of seems like this crop of counselors are more concerned with recreating their own camp days rather than actually guiding the children through camp.

That serves Roman just fine.

“What’d you even do, anyway?” Asher whispers to him.

Roman looks back and forth to ensure they haven’t been heard.

“Sanded down his shoes,” he says quietly. “So now he’ll slip and fall anywhere he goes.”

Asher snorts, quickly burying any laughter into drinking his Gatorade. 

“Dunno if I’ve ever heard that one before!”

“It’s not very common,” Roman says. “A small revenge, I know, I’ll have to plot for him splashing me today…”

“Ugh, yes,” Asher says, too loud, and Roman shushes him.

“Later!”

“Later,” Asher says. “Yeah, duh, later. Uh—so what did you think about the, uh… tennis matches today?”

“I don’t know much about tennis,” Roman says. “I know about the fashion at Wimbledon, mostly. Erm,” he says, because Asher’s giving him an odd look, “why don’t you tell me about it?”

And so Roman is treated to a long tirade about the finer points of tennis: the game rules, the set rules, the point system, the famous players that Asher is pulling for (Roman only knows about Venus and Serena Williams, who Dad had loudly rooted for during the Battle of the Sexes earlier this year, Asher’s listing off all men) and the finer points of rackets.

Roman had had no idea that Asher was so passionate about tennis, but it’s certainly good cover for the fact that Roman came into dinner late. They’d probably think he was busy researching tennis trivia.

But then Asher falls quiet; Roman blinks, before he turns.

Remus Parker, returned from dumping his plates to be washed, is standing before Maple table, surveying them all with a wild, disconcerting grin on his face.

He looks… very pleased, Roman can’t help but note. Why does he look so pleased?

“Nice duds, Monroe,” he says mildly.

Monroe blinks; he’s wearing a Camp Walden branded t-shirt, one that all of them had gotten upon entry at camp.

“...thanks,”

“Nice duds for all of you,” Remus says. 

“What are you getting at, Parker,” Asher snaps.

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” Remus says. “It’s just that you all have such nice clothes, and I’ve recently found that I’m missing some of mine.”

Roman stares at his plate.

“What’s that to use?” Monroe says. “So you managed to misplace your clothes, why should we care?”

“Oh, but you should care,” Remus says. “So easy to misplace clothes at camp. Lose them. Get messy.”

An uncomfortable pall settles over the table. 

“Better check on your clothes,” Remus Parker says, and he cackles as he leaves the Maple table.

Everyone exchanges nervous looks.

⁂

Maple falls silent at the sight before them.

The cabin is in chaos.

Everyone’s trunks are torn open, their belongings flung about absolutely scattershot; mostly just clothes. Clothes hanging from the bunk beds, clothes stuffed into their cubby boxes, clothes tossed up onto the ceiling fan and under beds and over blankets and just everywhere. T-shirts, shorts, jeans, shoes—it’s nuts.

Roman, frowning, reaches forward and picks up the most forefront item—a plaid blanket that he thinks belongs to Monroe.

He shakes it out. And, like a war banner, a message is emblazoned upon it.

REMUS WUZ HERE, it reads in block letters (shoddy stitching, Roman notices absently) above a jagged… something?

“Is that a spider?” Monroe says.

“A kraken?” Asher offers uncertainly.

“It’s an octopus, I think?” Roman says uncertainly, tilting the shirt to the side. 

There’s a thoughtful pause.

“...Why an octopus, though?”

“No idea,” Roman says. “Why a spider, or a kraken?”

Monroe scoffs, shaking his head. “There’s something seriously wrong with that kid.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Roman says and readies his needle, thread, and scissors. “All right, if he got to your clothes, drop ‘em here! No one picks on Maple!”

A cheer goes up from his cabin mates.

“We’ve got this!” Roman cries back.

It’s a good deal less cinematic when the answering cry is a load of what is essentially laundry is dropped onto his bunk.

“While I’m fixing this,” Roman says, ideas turning slowly in his mind, “Let’s talk revenge.”

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[celestial-lunacy]

So

I’ve been thinking about curses,hexes and the like.

Maybe me doing them isn’t that really that good of an idea after all. I know that people tend to say that they are used for ‘’protection’’ or ‘’justice’’ but let’s not kid ourselves here. Baneful workings are just magical vigilante justice.

I get it. Somebody does something to piss you off and you need to get even with them so you do something that’ll make the target’s life worse. And some people have been through some really dark shit in their lives and they feel the need to attack their aggressors. For sympathy’s sake, I’m only going to touch on the minor offenses that cause people to throw spells at others because I am not going to be the asshole who attacks abuse victims. It’s not my line to cross.

Let’s say your spouse left you for your best friend and you’re angry. You decide you’re going to throw a mean little spell at them for ‘justice’. ‘’Oh, I’ll teach them a lesson they’ll never forget!’’ or ‘’I’ll make sure *name* will never cheat on anyone ever again. I’ll make it so they can never get hard.’’

Your ex spouse doesn’t know that there is a witch trying to make their penis fall off with your magic so  h o w  exactly are they going to learn a lesson in loyalty if they don’t see or even believe in magic? And even if their penis does fall off, they can still cheat on your former best friend with somebody else. Just because you throw vengeful spells at someone doesn’t mean that your target is going to have a Chirstmas Carol moment where they finally become a better person after the three ghosts visit them.

That’s not how magic works. Unless you actually send ghosts to harass your target into changing their behavior. And the other thing with witches who choose to do vengeful magic will toss spells that they’ll never do in person. What I mean is that some are alright with magically lighting a house on fire but are too chicken shit to throw molotov cocktails at it in person because morals get in the way. 

‘’But I didn’t do it. The toaster burned the house down!’’ 

Ok sure. The toaster also lit your black candle and carried out an elaborate ritual under the dark moon to smite your enemies. I wish I had one of those.

I’m not really interested in getting into all of the reasons people use black magic so I won’t. I first started to doubt using black magic when I was daydreaming I was a fantasy hero in training talking to a fictional Goddess and I was having trouble defending my reasons in hexing people. Yeah...my change in character was caused by a stupid daydream.

I’m not going to completely write off black magic, I’ll just start using my moral brain more and act how I’ll actually act in real life. They don’t exactly teach you magic ethics without bringing up The Rule of Three or Karma. If someone starts flinging spells at me, I’ll bind up their magic or put up a mirror spell or even hypnotize them into halting their magical workings. I...honestly don’t know what I’ll do in any other situation.

I wonder how long this will last.

[starlitangels]

Excerpt of a Fic I’ll Probably Never Finish

@zozo-01 remember the conversation we had a long time ago about Alexis meeting and later getting together with a Really Old demon? Have a vague idea on that

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Alexis sighed. “I know you’re there. Come out, Stealth!”

After a moment, a figure appeared from thin air. “I’m not a Stealth,” she said. “But I was cloaked.”

Alexis eyed the wicked horns twisting up from her head. “You’re a demon.”

The newcomer nodded. “I am.”

Alexis ran old lessons through her head. “You’re a Sadism Demon.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Your horn shape. The color of your eyes when you decloaked.”

The Sadism Demon smiled. “You’re smart.”

Alexis scoffed. “Try telling that to my clan.” She folded her arms, digging sharp nails into the skin of her arms. “Let me guess. You’re following me to get a decent meal for once?”

The Sadism Demon tilted her head to one side. She was tall—definitely over six feet—but willowy. Almost unhealthily thin. “No,” she said. “I can’t feed on your feelings.”

“The hell you can’t. I’m the Solaire Clan Hellion. The one they all call a monster.”

“You have nothing for me to feed on right now. I was following you because I’ve never felt that much deep sadness on a human before. Especially one as young as you are.”

Alexis barked a laugh. “I’m pushing eighty-five, demon.”

“My name is Ursa.”

“Hello, Ursa. I’m Alexis.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m over two-thousand years old.”

Alexis blinked, her mind slamming to a halt with a record scratch. “Really?”

Ursa nodded. “Yes. That’s why you are young. To me, even the oldest of your kind tend to feel young.”

“My Maker is a fourth your age.”

“Mm. Yes. A young spring chicken.”

“Alright,” Alexis grumbled. “So. Sadism Demon Ursa. What do you want with me? If you can’t feed on me—which I still have a hard time believing—you must want something.” She waved vaguely, lifting one hand before tucking it back into her folded arms.

Ursa shrugged. “There’s nothing I want. I’ve never felt sadness like yours on a human so young. I was curious.”

“I’m not human.”

“You are. Vampires often forget they are still, simply, human. With a more complex magical Core than perhaps any other. But human, nonetheless. Kept alive by the blood of others. And great amounts of magic.” Ursa hummed. “Your empowered society looks at me much more fearfully than you. You feed on their blood. I feed on their worst emotions. Ones none of the ones trying to be good like to admit to feeling.” She wiggled her fingers gracefully. “So I take them away. I take the emotions they hate most about themselves away. So that they never feel hateful or malicious again.

“But you have nothing for me to feed on. Not right now. I see great pain in your mind and your heart, but I don’t see lasting, deep malice. Most humans feel hateful and sadistic sometimes. I’m not hand-waving that away and saying you never have. But it doesn’t linger. With you. It’s not a core part of who you are. You called yourself a Hellion and said others call you a monster, but that’s not what I see in front of me.”

Alexis scoffed. “And just what do you see in front of you?”

“A lost, lonely young girl looking for fulfillment and struggling to find it.” Ursa tilted her fine eyebrows. “You want to seek happiness. But you don’t think you’ll find it. So you choose to settle for indifference.”

Alexis’ fangs poked out of her mouth. “It’s better than pain,” she spat bitterly.

Ursa hummed again. “Perhaps it’s not as different as you’d prefer. Indifference is a wall between you and what hurts you. It’s not erased. Just can’t be seen. Happiness won’t erase the pain either. But happiness can… diminish the size of the pain long enough to learn to live around it.”

“Bullsh—”

“It’s true. I’m a lot older than you, Ms. Getty. I’ve seen it happen. Plenty of times. I call it a human experience, but demons experience such things too.”

Alexis rolled her eyes. “So… what? Gonna teach me enlightenment?”

“I don’t believe I can. But, if you’d like, I can point you in the direction that leads to learning to heal yourself.”

Alexis’ silver eyes flashed in the moonlight. “I dare you to give it a shot.”

Ursa smiled. “Don’t dare a demon as old as I. You’ll always lose.”

[jmflowers]

Ask game for fanfic writers 2 - 11 - 13 - 17 - 40 - 64 - 65 - 81 - 85 - 100 What character do you like to write for more? 😊 Have fun! 🤍

2. Talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

            Oh God, definitely Epithet. Writing Charity Dingle is like trying to pull out your own teeth most days. She’s such a challenging character and she fought against so many of my plans while creating that story. If I remember correctly, I think one chapter (ten, maybe?) took like three months to finally get through. I can’t wait to go back to that one and finally finish it. I know exactly where that story is headed and what plot points I’d like to make appear, so it’ll be interesting to go head-to-head with Charity again to reach the finish line.

11. done

13. Talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

            I always wanted to write a family!fic collection but I didn’t think I’d ever get to, nor that it would be well-received. Stumbling into Hygge Universe thanks to that silly lyric prompt game I started last spring has been such a great surprise. Especially since I never intended to create original characters – loving characters that came from my own mind as much as the characters on screen is such a weird thing to experience. Each time someone tells me they feel real or the stories make them feel warm or safe or comforted, that is my own hygge.

There’s also a story in my discarded WIPs that tells a narrative through second-person point of view. It was so ridiculously challenging to write, which is why I set it aside, but it was such a cool thing to explore. I had not been aware I was capable of something like that. I’d love to carry on with the idea someday, or just try something similar again.

Beyond the fanfiction realm, watching my script come to life over the weekend was… I don’t have words. They’re my characters and it’s my story, but I stepped back for the first time and let my partner direct the actors and reimagine some of the plot points to work better on camera. I absolutely cannot wait to see it all come together in his edit. Having the actors come in and hear how much thought they’d put into the motivation behind certain lines and their understanding of the character backstories was everything I’d ever dreamed of for storytelling in media.  

17. done

40. done

64. What is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?

            I’m probably gonna have to say Mise En Scene. Or Successive Approximation. Or i had all (and then most of you, some, and now none) of you.

65. What is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?

            I’m a sucker for a one word or short phrase title. For fic, Extraordinary Measures, Somnolent, or Epithet. For screenwriting, Praeteritus or Dovetail.

81. done

85. What would be on a mood board for your current wip(s)?

            I don’t have anything actively in progress right now, as I really needed a mental break from writing fanfiction. Last thing I touched was about picky eaters, so the mood board would probably be covered with pictures of food. Ketchup, pasta, French fries, chicken nuggets.

100. What character do you like to write for more?

            I’m really biased right now, because I was still having a lot of fun writing older!Beatrice last time I was actively working on fic. For Station 19 fanfiction, I think Maya Bishop is the character I tend to like to write for more, as I see a lot of myself in her. But then, I really enjoyed the handful of times I’ve dived into Carina-centric stuff. I think as I branch into Lagom (the sequel collection to Hygge), writing the dynamic of Andrea and Beatrice as teenagers will be one of my favourite things.

fic writing asks

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? Well, I finally tried edibles to see if it helps my anxiety at all, as well as my insomnia, appetite, and pain. I’ve had horrible anxiety, more so than ever, this past year and the medications my doctor would allow weren’t working. I was feeling really hopeless and scared. The only thing that did seem to help was my pain med, which of course isn’t its intended purpose but I was taking it for that as well, which wasn’t good. I finally decided to give edibles a try with the hope of course of it actually helping me and to also take less pills. 

2. What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? Well, I’ve been trying this new regimen for the past week now and figuring out the right dosages and how many a day and  so far it is working. I have definitely cut back on the pills, which is really good. 

3. Name somewhere you are planning on visiting in the near future? I sadly have no travel plans. I’m hoping perhaps my new “medication” will help me feel motivated and have the desire to want to get up out of bed more and perhaps at least take a drive to the beach and park as close as we can so I can enjoy it from the car. I’d take that over nothing right now. I really miss the beach. :( Like I said, though, I’m still playing around with the correct amount and what type I take for what. I need a mood lifter kind. While it has helped some of my issues, it also makes me really tired and have zero energy which is not helpful if I want to go somewhere.

4. How often do you go grocery shopping and how much food do you usually get in one go? My mom goes twice a month for our big grocery trips. We get a lot of stuff.

5. What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? I have cream of wheat for breakfast, Taco Bell at least 4-5 times a week, and I have a sandwich for lunch just about everyday. I have pizza fairly often, too. It’s so wild how my appetite has changed since being home from the hospital because prior to I ate a lot of chicken, particularly chicken wings. I had that all the time before and now it’s rare for me to get chicken wings or chicken strips. I don’t know why.

6. When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? That’s kinda just how I am for the most part. I’d like to speak up to a couple people, but I just want to cause any drama or hurt anyone’s feelings. I just imagine the conversation going completely wrong and everything getting twisted. I won’t be able to say what I want to say in the right way. I’m getting hurt, too, but it’s best I just don’t say anything.

7. What was the last thing you changed your mind about? I don’t recall.

8. Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? I don’t have any friends.

9. Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else's dreams? I always have random people pop up in my dreams for some reason. Like people I know, but I’m talking like for example this kid I went to elementary and middle school with. We weren’t friends, but acquaintances. I didn’t have a crush on him or anything either. Sooo, I really have no idea why he’s the one to pop up on my dreams randomly. 

10. What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? I sometimes wish I could talk to Ty again and tell him some things, but I guess at this point it really doesn’t matter.

11. Instead of flat earth, what do you think of the simulated earth theory, that we're basically all just a giant computer program or virtual reality? Nah.

12. What worries you most about your future? I’m truly afraid of getting worse or never getting much better. I’m afraid of living a life mainly stuck in bed or at home. I’m afraid I won’t be able to travel again or go places. My future terrifies me.

13. What is something you do to feel better when you're scared? I have to just try to distract myself somehow. 14. Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Is there anyone you wish you could count on more? My mom, 100%. I know I always can.

15. What makes you trust someone? When was the last time someone broke your trust? It’s usually just unless I have a reason or feeling that I shouldn’t. You just kind of vibe with someone and gauge how comfortable you feel and how much you want to share. 

16. When was the last time you shared a secret with someone, and how did they react? I don’t recall. 

17. Are you more likely to give advice or to ask for it? I used to be the one friends came to for advice all the time, but I’m certainly in no place to be giving advice to anyone right now. I also don’t ask for it generally. Very rarely. I keep a lot of shit to myself. 

18. When was the last time you felt totally lost, figuratively speaking? How about literally? >> I constantly feel lost, figuratively speaking. I almost never feel lost, literally speaking. <<<

19. In what ways are you emotionally strong? In what ways are you emotionally weak? I feel extremely weak emotionally. And physically.

20. What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? One of them that randomly came to mind is “The Giver.”

21. Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? I much prefer watching with others. My mom, brother, and I have several shows we watch together. I find it fun to have someone to react and obsess with. 

22. What was the last thing you broke? How about fixed? I don’t recall.

23. Is there a sign or symbol that means a lot to you for whatever reason (eg. seeing certain animals or birds, 11:11 or other repeating numbers, syncs, butterflies, hearts in nature, etc)? My favorite number since I was a kid has been 8. That number comes up a lot in my life, too. The number 9 does as well. I don’t know what it means, if anything, but it’s interesting. 

24. Do you have any personal ghost stories or paranormal experiences? No.

25. What do you get complimented on the most? Ha, nothing anymore. I’m a mess. 

26. What is something unusual that you find attractive? I find hands attractive, but I think that’s not so unusual or uncommon. I can’t think of anything that would be “unusual.”

27. What time do you tend to eat your first meal of the day? And your last? I tend to eat around 11 or 12PM and my last meal around 8. 

28. What was the subject of the last video you watched? I’m watching a YouTuber that does a lot of videos on abandoned places and companies that went bankrupt and/or closed down. The one I’m watching now is about Bed, Bath, & Beyond. 

29. When was the last time you traveled out of town, and where to? Over a year ago to the beach. 

30. How would you describe your overall aesthetic? I don’t know, man.

[omniishambles]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

tagged by: @countlessrealities // tagging: @imjustanauthor, @multipleoccupancy​

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

In regards to ships I’m currently writing:

Fish Lecter/Monet as written by @imprvdente and Abel Gideon because these two truly give me full brain rot in every single universe they collide in. The different dynamics they have in each verse while still being so damned perfect for eachother, I simply can’t.

Crowley as written by @collidingxworlds and Aziraphale, because Scotty has such a unique and detailed take on that silly demon that smashes every other version out of the water, quite frankly, and my Aziraphale is completely smitten with him and him alone.

I’m a very very selective shipper so I truly adore all the ships I’m currently writing and developing, but these two in particular are very much ride or die for me.

Kinda generically I’d say Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter, Gillian Foster & Cal Lightman, Effie Trinkett & Haymitch Abernathy, Peeta Mellark & Katniss Everdeen, Morticia & Gomez Addams. I’m lucky enough to be exploring some of these with Scotty and Chloe currently!

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I’m relatively chill with age gaps, though I think if there’s gonna be one, I’d rather the youngest muse was 25-30 at minimum. As long as there’s no serious power imbalance, I think we’re pretty much good?

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

As soon as we reach the point of clothes coming off and everyone getting a little too excited for public display, that’s when a fade to black rolls in. I do find it amusing to play Fade To Black chicken and see how far a scene can be pushed before it goes under the veil, but I’d never write anything explicit on the dash. And writing actual NSFW content is something I left behind many many years ago. I actually find it more enjoyable to rile the muses up and join them again later.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Very much so, yes. I’ve had some pretty disappointing experiences in the past which has led to that. And I guess I really struggle at times because I hate disappointing other people in regards to ships, I know what that feels like, so if I’m unsure I can tend to shy away or turn down ships. Because I don’t want to agree to something which fizzles out for me and leaves the other person hanging, especially if they were getting really invested (which also makes me wary of suggesting ships myself too! And this is one reason I don’t just ship at the drop of a hat).

Which is a pain because I’d enjoy more ships, tbh, but I have to feel really comfortable with the mun and have a very particular vibe with their muse and be able to see/feel a vibe between that muse and mine. I also write a lot of flirtatious muses, such is my curse, because flirtation doesn’t mean a ship is gonna happen but a lot of people think it does. And I need chemistry across the board. I need muses who have That Something and muns I’ve got a really good rapport with. It’s essential.

Once I’m in the right ship though I tend to be extremely loyal to it and often find it very difficult to imagine my muse shipped with any other! Some muses have multiple ships but that’s a pretty rare thing for me tbh.

But TLDR: Yes. Very selective.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I don’t know how to answer this really with multiple muses lol. I think it could be fun to explore a poly ship one day but alas, with my weird shipping hang ups I don’t know if I’d get there. That’s something I’ll have to work on to get more generally chill about shipping one day.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

It would need to be discussed or the idea floated by me. Depending on how I already feel about the muses and their relationship, I’d then decide if I’m open to exploring something more romantic, but that would still depend on the chemistry of the muses as we went along! If they’ve only been talking for five minutes then I probably won’t feel it, I usually need a lot of warm up time if I’m honest, but sometimes a ship will just kick down the door immediately. Again, I can be shy/wary of trying for ships if I’m not sure about the chemistry between the muses, so it’s usually best to ask me once they’ve had a couple of threads together!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

While I do love the ships I’m currently writing and tend to be obsessed with those I’ve already got established, romantic shipping is not super important to me. There are so many other dynamics I’d like to get more opportunities to explore, like siblings and found family (I fucking LOVE found family). At the moment after a lot of bouncing around, I’m at the ‘romantic shipping is prioritized for mains’ stage which means that if anybody is getting a ship from me, it’s probably one of them. But if the chemistry is right in all the places it needs to be, then I might be open to shipping with other writing partners.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I kinda already answered these at the top! Add Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase to the list too seeing as I’m currently writing a lot of PJO threads haha.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Patiently? XD I think one of the most important things when it comes to shipping for me is that the muses need to be able to do things together. By which I mean, they need to be able to have multiple kinds of experiences together, there needs to be scope for them to get into a lot of different situations in which we can explore their dynamic further. Like, for example, my ship with Mycroft Holmes as written by @governmentofficial​ and Count Dracula, we created a verse specifically for Drac where he can cause the most havoc in Myc’s life but they do more than just sit and talk. They go on assignments together, Dracula has to deal with Myc’s demons and Myc has to deal with the fact that Dracula is a demon. There’s a lot to their dynamic that can be explored in threads. And when they do sit and talk, the conversation is engaging and lively and usually causes trouble. That’s the kind of chemistry I look for in all my ships.

[littleviolence2016]

inspired by @b1mb1b00

1) i would rather not say

2) 7-10

3) i dont have one but would like one - i know when i get one despite me wanting one its gonna be really hard for me to open up because im not the best at being vulnerable and thats like the most vulnerable thing i can do - leave someone in charge of my inner child - i have 2 partners but i never like brought it up to them ya know like 1 is aware of what cgl is the other absolutely no idea & i dont wanna ruin our dynamic

4) build a bear workshop & mcdonalds - i love stuffies and wanna see how they’re made and be part of it itll be so sick & mcdonalds has the best chicken nuggets and fries fight me about it im right yeah they aren’t dino shaped but i can get over it they are the best AND i get a free toy and there’s no catch its great - another would be chuck-e-cheese i wanted to spend my birthday there again but haven’t had the money to i love games alot and maybe i can finally win something at the top of the prize wall even big me would want a chuck-e-cheese date okay i love games and pizza id always prefer chuck-e-cheese over dave and busters

5) i only have sippy cups & stuffed animals & toys - i would like more when i live in a bigger space i dont really need much because im a bigger boy but id like mostly food stuff like plates spoons i like the spoons with the plastic handles alot they have to be teaspoons cuz tablespoons are the devil they attack the senses in my mouth in a /neg way it’s awful who would do that to help regress maybe some of the handles spoons can be cute i dont want the bowl part plastic though thats also evil to me personally and i like the bath tablets that make the bath colors too and shower crayons i want those and blankets i love thoses and yeah i want more things when its safe

6) i dont know i dont think so i am into petplay tho does that count?

7) not that much different than big me i guess you can say even MORE childish than i already am (ik thats not the best word cuz they’re a child duh) i guess more baby like - like playful, bratty, causes problems on purpose im more quiet than big me but i also don’t have anyone i trust enough to talk to in that state so im mainly going based on my alters which i don’t say much

8) coloring because drawing frustrates me when it doesn’t go on the paper right

9) i don’t know that many 😿 i just met @adorableblindemo and they r real sweet

10) it depends - most times it’s voluntary but in really high stress situations i can regress usually then i tend to get mute like nonverbal i have select mutism and also other stuff its just scary

11) yeah thats what i would consider my voluntary is most of the time because i dont have a space that would allow me to even think about regressing fully

12) no

13) mac & cheese, cereal, chocolate milk/hot chocolate but if its hot chocolate it has to he more warm than hot because im a punk

14) love them adore then need to protect them

15) not really im usually rejected so i just don’t anymore i actively avoid it even

16) idk really i’ve never been called like pet names ive vibed with just nicknames

17) kids shows & having things in my mouth

18) no because i don’t really have a safe space so i always need to b on like high alert to switch back into big mode asap

19) its so hard to find like a side that i vibe with all i see is the stereotypical stuff (younger/baby regressers who r and super pastelly & like preferred not alternative baby things and have baby gear like diapers and pacis) i dont see that many middle regressiors or ones who like alternative pop culture things

20) i can’t find that many for fandoms im in but the ones i do i really do like i wanna make a masterpost one day mainly for myself cuz i wish i could find them easier its like i gotta dig for content

21) very - im real sensitive the air could blow the wrong way and im jumping

22) i mostly indulge in rpf so i don’t have anyone fictional per say just blorbos from bandom and select tv shows

23) no different than my room now really i wanna beanbag

24) ive never realky tried it before it looks fun but im kinda shy

25) i want my childhood/innocence back it was taken too soon i wanna nurture that side of me when things were simpler and protect it not have to think about how hard things are now and how i can’t really get help for it because i simply cant afford it

26) yes mainly my comfort artists (mainly mcr & waterparks atm)

27) no i don’t have a cg i tried making a chore chart that i printed from a blog on here but forgot about it a few weeks in

28) like i said in #7

29) ive been told i had the potential to be and i think so because when im big i do tend to be more protective, parental, nurturing and just overall alpha like

30) i dont know what to say rly but hey if you like the content i post lets be friends i’ll try not to bite

[purplesurveys]

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What was the last film you watched, that made you feel emotional? That’s a tricky one as I don’t watch really watch movies anymore, much less cry over them. The last memory I have of crying is over Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha but this was nearly two years ago.

Does anyone you know ever recommend books to you? Everyone kind of has an idea that I don’t really read, so no.

What was the last idea you had, that didn't quite go to plan? Not quite just my own idea, but Angela, Hans, and I had planned to go to Bruno Mars’ shows this weekend. Didn’t go to plan when we realized no one was selling their tickets. I LOVE Bruno Mars and would have wanted to see him, but considering I’ve just come from a trip and was recently at a concert I wasn’t as desperate as I would’ve been and also not as disappointed when it was becoming increasingly clear that we wouldn’t be able to see Bruno.

Is there a type of accessory that you always wear? I wear a bucket hat a solid 80-90% of the time I’m out.

What traits/behaviours do your pets have, that you find cute? Agi will force you to pet him/rub his head. Just sit down somewhere, have your hand where he can reach it, and he will keep nudging it such that it leads you to the crown of his head. 

As for Cooper, when he feels like whining, he does these little passive-aggressive whimpers that feel like he’s grumbling to himself softly but actually wants you to hear him. OH and I also love how, despite tending to be possessive around his humans, when it comes to his absolute favorite toy he always gives it up for Agi who usually grabs it away from him whenever we play fetch.

Has your phone fallen out of your pocket at any time recently? No. I never put it in my pocket for that very reason. I typically just have it in my hand as it’s the most secure you can be with it.

Are your nails long, short, or somewhere in between? They’re short. I never trim them with a nail cutter, though; I just tear(?)/pull(?) them out myself. It’s also an anxiety bit as I like to fiddle with my nails when I’m feeling stressed or bored.

What's the newest item in your make-up bag? I have never bought makeup. Bea did get me lip balm from her recent Seoul trip if that counts as makeup?

Is there anyone who 'likes' a lot of your posts online, but you don't talk? Sure.

Who was the last person to 'like' one of your photos on social media? How did you meet that person? That would be Jaynie. I think we met in Grade 2? Quickly became close as we were seatmates and always had recess and lunch together, until she transferred schools in Grade 5 and we didn’t talk for a very long time. The reason we were able to reconnect two years ago is pretty unsurprising – we both turned out to be ARMY. We both watched Yoongi in Bangkok (albeit different dates) and funnily enough were on the same flight back to Manila, which was the first time we had seen each other in 15 years.

Have you eaten a sandwich at any time recently? What was the filling? Yeah I had some kind of chicken katsu sandwich from a Malaysian 7-Eleven.

What was the last sound you heard, that you found unpleasant? My mom nagging on me earlier tonight – she'd been pretty short with me in particular this entire day for whatever reason, but that bit was the last straw my patience could possibly handle for a day and I immediately went upstairs for the night after that.

Does the shirt you're wearing have any kind of pattern on it? I wouldn’t call it a pattern but it has a pretty dope design! It’s half-green and half-white and is split in the middle, both front and back. Looks like this:

Do you use a notebook? What does the cover look like? I don’t.

Have you ever spilled nail varnish on anything you owned? Nope. Never in danger of that as I don’t own any nail products anyway.

What was the last song that you recall singing along to? Take Two, BTS.

Do you have a box of matches anywhere in your house? Yes, we keep them around in case the power goes out.

Is there anything that you plan to buy in the near future? Nothing any time soon as I plan on doubling down on savings after my trips. Apparently my family is planning a trip to Incheon for Christmas too so I need to save for that as well so that my visa application can look decent.

Have you experienced any pain or discomfort today? Earlier today I scratched my nose a tad strongly so that stung for a few minutes.

What made you feel cheerful today? Went to UP to have lunch, BIG YAY as I haven’t been there since December; then livestreamed Yoongi’s Seoul concert which everyone thought was the last in his tour until he announced 3 additional shows in Seoul this August. :D Who knows, I might get a JJK1 announcement tonight too????? WE’LL SEE IN 22 MINUTES

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1. Do you ever go back and look through all the surveys you’ve taken? Are there any answers that make you cringe, or that you’d answer differently next time around? not really, and probably wouldn’t make me cringe cause I’m always straight up honest so...

2. What is something most everyday people don’t know or wouldn’t be able to guess about you? I went through DFS (Child Protective Services in NJ) at 12 years old and had to live with a next door neighbor for 6 months due to bad domestic violence between my parents while I was there and they were both arrested...

3. If you could have someone make you breakfast every morning, what kinds of things would you want them to make? Biscuits and gravy, bacon, hash browns smothered and covered, coffee 

4. Where is the scariest place you’ve ever been? What made it so terrifying? hmm aside from home? I haven’t really been anywhere abandoned or haunted...I’d love to go! 

5. Did you celebrate Easter? Are there any holidays you are more inclined to celebrate than others? If so, which? kinda I mean I don’t do anything really, used to do baskets and egg hunts and egg coloring obviously as a kid but now it’s just another day. I try to still get chocolate though lol. I celebrate pretty much any main holiday, just don’t go all out...more just try to deal and get through the family get togethers during em...holidays are pretty much ruined for me from years of them being drama and hell, and now that I can’t even drink it’s even worse..

6. If you’re on the internet, what are you most likely to be doing? Tumblr, FB, Youtube, googling something I need to look up, music

7. When was the last time you experienced a pleasant surprise? can’t remember right now cause it’s been hell breaking loose for months now...

8. What were your favorite parts of the previous week? Do you have any plans for this week? nothing really, it’s been shit...and yep I’ve got a major appointment at the cancer institute regarding setting up a major surgery on the 23rd so yeah...

9. What was the last thing you deleted? snapshots

10. What colors make up the majority of your wardrobe? Is there any color you like, but don’t wear often? black, earth tones, blue especially jeans...I can’t stand anything yellow so I never wear it

11. When was the last time you were in any amount of pain? past few days being violently sick cause of a bad chronic illness I have...chest was on fire, stomach burning, gagging real bad, neuropathy in my feet going insane, heart pounding out of my damn chest...

12. Do you have any unusual habits or preferences when it comes to food? not much I’m really not picky with food

13. Tell a fact about the last person you spoke to? she’s a manipulative, abusive, controlling, violent, vindictive bitch. 

14. What is something you tend to carry with you everywhere? phone

15. What was the last thing you completed? surveys obviously

16. Do you take pictures often? What are the main subjects of your photography? not often really but...selfies, my cat, fiance

17. Post a picture of one of your favorite memories and tell the story behind it? nope not going there right now.

18. If you’re reading a book, how close are you to finishing it? Do you have any idea what you’ll read next? I need to get back into reading so bad...I’m either gonna be rereading the Harry Potter books now that I finally got the full box set again (lost em years ago in a hurricane, fiance got em for me Xmas), or Tom Felton’s book which is basically the same thing lol it’s his autobiography about growing up playing Draco among other things 

19. Is there anything you’ve been more optimistic about lately? NOPE.

20. What does the sky look like right now? it’s real sunny, not sure if there’s any clouds I’ll see it in about an hour when my food gets delivered

21. What was the last thing you snacked on? chicken noodle soup and chips from Panera

22. Do you prefer fruits or vegetables? both

23. When was the last time you had to ask for help? What about the last time someone asked you? the beginning of the month when my card expired so while waiting to get a new one, I had my fiance let me use his. as for someone asking me? hmm...not sure right now

24. Where was the last place you went? How long will it be until you leave the house again? Wawa for smokes, which I lucked out given my license expired and they didn’t card me..I’m leaving on the 23rd for an appt

25. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed inside? How about outside? haha seriously? I’m ALWAYS FUCKING INSIDE...longest outside? I’d say Camp Redcloud back in 5th grade..I think it was like near a week, give or take, it was a school trip

26. Who was the last person to hug you? Do you hug this person often? fiance, barely given his job always sending him away... :(

27. What are you most likely to argue or debate about? mental illness or medical illness and what it does to you that no one ever gets cause it’s not them. 

28. What was the last show you watched? Have you seen it before, or is it something you’re watching for the first time? I have ID on in the background and yeah it’s repeats right now. it’s all crime shows and docs.

29. How would you describe your taste in clothing? What would a dream outfit look like to you? casual and comfy. I’m a tomboy so gimme a pair of jeans and a tee and I’m good. oh and a hoodie too for sure.

30. How has your day been so far? don’t....