#i jus lov this show so fucking much

[gaillol-13]

Them in suiiittts (plus 3 oggys)

Reblogs would be nice.

[tetsutits]

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬)

⌗ drunk hanma + reader takes care of him. fluff. mutual pining. semi suggestive (mdni). hanma is in lov <3 (wc 1.5k)

+ an :: i got two reqs for this, i added a little twist, anons ty for sending them in! @tokyometronetwork - tr masterlist

the tv screen blares at you from across the room.

it's almost two in the morning, another saturday night spent alone with homemade dinner and a netflix marathon.

you look forward to these nights—where you just sit and relax alone in the comfort of your own home while watching your favorite shows, especially after a very long, draining week.

wrapped up in the piles of blankets and pillows—you bury yourself deeper into your living room couch, letting yourself completely ignore life for a few hours as you rest for the day.

a wave of sleepiness overcomes you, and as you lay your head on the soft pillows, your eyes start drooping to a close—the audio coming from the tv becomes white noise and you drift in and out of consciousness.

you’re not quite asleep, but more in a hazy state right before completely drifting off into peace.

your soul almost leaves your body when you hear three banging knocks on your door.

you grip your blanket tightly, heart pounding in your chest so hard you can hear your own pulse—it's quiet for a few moments, you're still sitting up on the couch, staring at the foyer.

you slump in your seat after a while once you think whoever is out there is gone, but you hear another two knocks followed with a deep groan.

what the fuck?

your heart races, and fear boils inside of you. it feels as if you’re stuck to your seat—unable to move.

there’s a sound of a thump on the door, and a few more jumbled words that you can’t make out, but you hear your name being said in a low tone on the other side.

you swallow the lump in your throat, slowly getting up and treading towards the front door.

your hands tremble slightly, and your stomach feels like it’s in knots. it’s quiet for a few moments on the other side—you rest your ear on the cold wood to check for any sounds.

fuck it—you say, twisting the knob and yanking the door back.

out of all the things that could’ve been behind this door—what you didn’t expect to see is one, very … drunk, and hazed hanma shuji.

“oh my—what the hell?! you scared the living shit out of me,” you yelp at the sight of him, hair disheveled, clothes hanging messily on him.

he has one hand on the door frame, head hanging low until he tilts it up slightly—eyes blinking, taking a few moments to focus on what’s in front of him.

“wha-what took you-hiccup-so long?“ he slurs.

you’re at a loss of words—mouth opening and closing in shock. your hand lays on your chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

“what took me so long? hanma it’s two in the morning!”

he groans, lifting one hand to rub his eyes under his glasses, “jus’ wanted to-to see you is all.”

you sigh, body slumping, you never thought you’d see him randomly show up at your doorstep—drunk, too—he barely shows up sober. you pull him by the elbow, hurrying him inside your home.

“who dropped you off?” you peek outside the door, checking both ways to see if he was being followed here, “and-and why didn’t you at least tell me you were coming?”

you close the door shut, turning around to see him slumped, right on your kitchen counter.

“i missed you,” he slurs, head hanging between his hands. “you never call me anymore.”

“you never answer anymore.” you bite back, making your way to him and filling a glass of water.

“oh.” he furrows his brows. he’s so out of it. “sorry, i’m, i’m busy… y'know. doing stuff.”

you try to ignore the pang in your chest, heart sinking slightly at the reminder of how much you’ve drifted from him. it wasn’t either of your faults—you know life gets in the way and if it weren’t for both of your busy schedules, you’d definitely be seeing him more.

“okay,” you sigh, tugging on his wrist, “you need to lay down.”

he mindlessly follows behind you, too drunk to question anything that’s happening around him.

leading him to your bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed without you telling him, already memorizing this same scenario multiple times.

“alright, c’mon, help me out here.” you help him shrug off his shoes, and laying him down.

he smirks, “oh? is that w-what we’re doing?”

your movements halt, looking up at him from where you kneel on the floor.

oh.

"i'm not trying to fuck you, hanma."

"w-why not?" he hiccups, words barely coherent, "I'm, I'm good looking 'n I have a big fuckin' dick."

"you are so annoying when you're horny." you sigh, playfully flicking his forehead. "I'm not gonna do anything with you."

he groans, throwing his head back in annoyance.

what a dramatic baby.

"so you don't li-hiccup-like me like that?"

you pause, halfway through pulling his suit jacket off, "what do you mean like that?" you ask, a little frustrated, meeting his eyes and noticing that he's been looking at you this entire time.

"you, you know what i mean." he says, throwing his head back on the pillow, "you don't wanna fuck me, so that," he swallows, "that only means you don't like me the way i-i like you." he slurs, pointing one finger at you.

your breath feels like it’s been sucked out of your lungs.

it's quiet for a few moments, and you try your best to comprehend what he's saying but it feels as if your mind is blank—completely empty.

you splutter, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to try and muster something up, trying to gather yourself but it's like you've been hit by a bag of bricks, "hanma-"

"no—no," he cuts you off, waving a hand in the air, "you know that's not my name."

you sigh, confused and a bit flustered but you play along with his silly game, "shuji," you say softly, cupping his cheek in one hand, looking at his pretty, flushed face.

he grunts, signaling that he's listening to you (you don't think he's actually sober enough to comprehend anything you have to say), he buries his face into your palm, rubbing his cheek on the smooth skin.

"you're very drunk right now. and, and i'm sure you have no clue what you're saying," you finally get the jacket part of his suit off and start lifting his absurdly long legs on to the bed, "you'll forget this in the morning, and it'll be as if none of this ever happened."

he completely ignores you, like his mind is in a totally different world, "i like you s'much. like. . . so so much, yknow?"

you drop your head to your chest, arms resting on the side of the bed. it's no use, he just won't stop talking.

"shuji," you whisper, closing your eyes tight, "please don't do this to me right now." the sheets stretch from how hard you're gripping them. "you have no idea what you're saying."

he throws an arm over his face, covering his eyes, "you-y'so pretty? y'know, l-like your eyes are just–i love them. hiccup, 'n your face, your face i just wanna-" he makes some motion in the air with his two hands, it looks like he wants to squish you.

but it hurts—you think. because you know he's going to wake up in the morning and completely forget this conversation ever happened. it hurts—because he's probably mistaking you for some other woman. and that there is no way he can be genuine with his words because he’s hanma, and that already says enough about how he feels about relationships—and, well, you.

"'n you, you never liked me back, so i jus' never said anythin'" he slurs, obviously slowly being taken over by the wave of sleepiness. you think it’s cute—how his eyes droop to a close, how his mouth parts open as he breathes.

you want to scream. at this point you'll hold your palm over his mouth until his falls asleep just so he would stop talking.

“i-i think that’s enough for one night, it’s time for you to sleep, shuji.” you manage to pull the covers over him, but the blanket won’t even reach his ankles because of how long his legs are. his sock-covered feet are exposed but you’re too tired to do anything about it now.

“turn—move and make sure you sleep on your side.” he grunts when you push him over to the side, stuffing a pillow behind his back to make sure he doesn’t turn over to his back in his sleep.

you sigh, finally stepping back for a moment, “okay, i think you’re already passed out but i’m gonna go sleep on the couch.”

the room is silent other than the soft breathing coming from him, “goodnight, shuji.” you whisper.

you start walking away when you suddenly feel a warm hand grasp your wrist—halting your movements.

"s-stay," he slurs, eyes a little watery, "i wan' see your face when i wake up in the morning."

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tag @vivianette reblogs and feedback appreciated <3

[rottingreveries]

YOU DON'T GOTTA LIKE ME, YOUR BITCH DO!

pairing: hanma shuji x AFAB!reader (they/them pronouns)

rating: NSFW! MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend hates hanma, though you imagine you'd also hate the person who was fucking your significant other better than you were.

cw: infidelity, heavy cursing, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, slapping, dacryphilia, dumbification, mention of edging, mating press, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, creampie, hanma calls you a bitch, size kink kinda, very light choking, hanma both takes and sends a pic while fucking you, you breakup with your bf over the phone while getting absolutely railed!

wc: 1,386

a/n: another repost from my old blog :) also i do not condone cheating, this is JUST fiction

"i just can't fuckin' stand him, y'know? and it's not that i don't trust you, baby, i don't trust him. he knows i hate him, so i bet he's just trying to get close to you to spite me or something."

right, him. your boyfriend hates hanma, the very one who's between your legs at the moment. he grins wolfishly at your boyfriend's words, hands gripping the back of your soft thighs and pushing them towards your chest.

"mmh, i get it," you mumble into your phone. your gaze is steady on hanma— watching, waiting as he teases your clit with the tip of his cock. "hey, i-i gotta go. i'll talk t-to you tomorrow."

"wait, are you okay?"

no. no, you're absolutely not okay. hanma has been edging you for a fucking hour and, on top of that, you've had to listen to your boyfriend drone on, and on, and on about just how much he doesn't like hanma. you're out of your fucking mind and you might either cry or scream if he doesn't fuck you they way you've been craving.

"yeah—“ you breathe, “yeah, just sleepy, 's all."

he hums softly, "oh, alright. then yeah, i'll talk to you—“

your phone slips from your hand as hanma finally sinks into you, and for once he's not being completely merciless and fucking his full length into your cunt in one swift thrust like he usually does. you fumble for your phone and the tips of your fingers tap away at the screen in search of the hang up button with reckless abandon.

but hanma, as cruel as he is, suddenly drags his hips back just to drive the entirety of his cock back inside you. you breathe out a choked gasp just before you manage to hang up, eyes wide at his actions. you lied, he’s just as fucking merciless as he always is and he makes sure to prove that point at any given opportunity.

and he’s especially cruel today because when he’d usually make you cum two or three times before even thinking about fucking you, he hasn’t made you cum even once. he’s too big and with barely any prep, the stretch is borderline unbearable.

"shuji!" you cry in protest, your palms pressing against his hips, "fuck— h-hold on!"

“whatsa matter, i’m too big for you now?” he teases you, laughing at the tears pooling in your eyes and slapping your hands away. “ha—what if your boyfriend saw you right now? think he’d be upset that i’m fuckin’ you better?”

your eyes widen again and hanma smirks, "maybe he'd finally learn how to fuck your greedy pussy, huh? think we should show ‘im how good i fuck you?”

"shuji—“ you attempt to complain, but it dies on the tip of your tongue when he grabs your shoulders and fucks you further into his mattress. "shuji!”

it's not a complaint anymore, you're pleading, hands grasping at his wrists to try to ground yourself. your thighs are pressed to your chest and he's too fucking deep— it feels so good that it hurts, and you love it. even as his tip keeps hitting your cervix, you can’t even begin to care, you just want all of him.

"yeah? knew you'd fuckin' like that. fuck, your boyfriend's all worried about the bitch who's whorin' themselves out to me. such a slut, just for me." and hanma is mean as always, grabbing your face only to slap you a second later to get your attention. "you listenin' to me?"

"yes! yes, yes, jus' for you— all for you—“

that's it, he thinks, grin widening at the notion of having already reduced you to this. he loves when you're like this— dumb on his cock, teary eyed, and babbling unashamedly.

hanma leans back on his knees, grabbing your phone and typing your passcode in with muscle memory alone. he can tell you're about to cum, it's when you're most agreeable, letting him do as he pleases while you lift your hips greedily to meet each thrust.

"i'm cumming— fuck, i'm— please—“

you stumble over your own words, stuttering and shaking underneath him and you cum with a pretty cry that's like fucking music to hanma's ears. he snaps a blurry picture and doesn’t bother to retake it, as he can't find it in himself to do so when your walls start to tighten around his dick. he sends it regardless, and to add salt to the wound he's causing, he sends a second text that simply reads -hanma ♡.

"’m jus’ gonna tell him," you blurt in the midst of your high, "fuck— fuck, oh god— 'want you, shuji!”

hanma's hips still entirely for a second because despite all odds, you've actually managed to catch him off guard for once. panic flickers in your chest, thinking maybe you’ve said the wrong thing, but somehow he starts to rut into you impossibly harder, making his headboard knock rhythmically against the wall with each thrust.

"ah, fuck," hanma huffs out, dropping your phone and pressing your thighs further against your chest instead, "you want me, huh?”

you do— you shouldn’t, but you fucking do, and you curse yourself for it. you seem to have forgotten just who he is and what he does for a living— that he has killed people, he’s fucking dangerous, and he could even kill you without so much as batting an eye if you pushed him to do so.

but maybe that makes him all the more enticing, which is simply an added bonus to just how damn well he fucks you. your pride be damned, you don't fucking care about how bad of an idea this is, of course you want him.

“i-i swear, yes, oh my— fuck, yes—“

your phone starts to ring and without a second thought, hanma picks it up and holds it to your ear. you said you’d tell your boyfriend, so he’s gonna fucking make sure you do. his other hand is wrapped loosely around your neck, a sinister kind of glint in his eyes. you know what to do, and you have absolutely no shame in doing so.

“what the fuck was that—“

“i’m breakin’ up with you,” you tell him bluntly, your voice shaking and whiney. hanma grins and moves his hand from your neck, using his thumb to rub tight circles over your neglected clit. “ah—! shit, we-we’re done—“

that’s enough for hanma. he tugs the phone away and hangs up, tossing it somewhere— he doesn’t care where it lands or if it cracks, and neither do you. your wet cunt feels way too fucking good wrapped around his cock, he’ll just buy you a new one if he has to. he thinks he’d buy anything you fucking asked for as long as you keep letting him use you as he pleases.

“cum,” he says, almost sounding like he’s out of breath, “make a fuckin’ mess on my cock—“

you don’t have to be told twice, and you cum again practically on fucking command, squirting all over the shirt he didn’t bother taking off. hanma laughs and you cling desperately to him, tears spilling over your cheeks as you already feel like you could cum again, despite your exhaustion.

hanma’s hips start to stutter and he groans, “‘m gonna ruin you for other fuckin’ men, y’know that?” his words are white noise to you, you don’t know what the fuck he’s rambling about and yet you still nod and plead all the same. “gonna make you my personal fuckin’ toy—“

without even realizing, you’re cumming again, clenching around his cock even tighter than before, and that’s what finally does it for hanma. his hands grip your thighs so tightly that you’re certain they’ve already bruised, and he releases deep inside you with a low, raspy groan— one you’ve come to relish because he rarely ever allows you to hear it.

“fuck,” he lets out an airy laugh as he slowly pulls out to watch his cum drip out of you. this might be his favorite part, he thinks.

there’s a wide smirk on his face and you quickly shake your head, “god, shu’, no—“

“we should show him how hot you look like this, too, don’tcha think? maybe we’ll make a video for him.~”

[snurcky]

RANT!! About a soap opera that just kills me mate

So I’m back home cause of the lockdown and shit and I’ve witnessed my entire family CONSUME Indian Soap Operas at an ALARMING rate!!!! And damn those are so fucking problematic and my family isn’t willing to listen to me about it cause why would they? Brown parents and all

There’s this one particular soap opera that just makes me lose my shit. God I hate it. I HATE IT SO GODDAMN MUCH!!! The entire premise of the soap is based on manipulation, gaslighting, and everything else that sucks

So first the show is about this one guy (Let’s name him Jimothy) who’s been forced by his family to marry this dumbass pick me kinda  girl (gonna call her Cuckoo cause that’s what she is). The reason he just allowed his family to force him into marriage is because “you can’t stand up against elders!”.

Now the girl Cuckoo is a happy go lucky kinda girl whose mom left her with her dad when she was young. Naturally she turned out to be daddy’s little girl and never grew up. She failed in every exam possible, is obsessed with fashion and looking good and is an extremely shallow character. ALMOST AS IF THE WRITERS ARE TRYNNA FORCE THIS NARRATIVE THAT GIRLS WHO LIKE TO DRESS UP ARE SHALLOW AND BAD. Her father forced Jimothy to marry her so that Jimothy can FIX HER BEHAVIOUR!!! AND MAKE HER FOCUS ON HER STUDIES!!!

MY MAN JIMOTHY IS NOT A BEHAVIOUR MANAGEMENT SPECIALIST!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!

Also Jimothy is a scientist. And he had a minor crush on this sarcastic but snappy girl on his team (naming her Pepper). Naturally his marriage fucked up everything between Pepper and Jimothy. And on top of that Cuckoo would show up at random times at HIS WORKPLACE TO JUST MAKE SURE HE STILL LOVED CUCKOO AND TO INSULT PEPPER!!!!!! AND PEPPER WOULD GET SCOLDED BY EVERYONE ELSE IN THE TEAM IF SHE TRIED TO STAND UP FOR HERSELF!!!!

JIMOTHY AND PEPPER WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!!

So this one episode in particular stood out to me cause apparently Jimothy and Cuckoo were supposed to go on their “honeymoon” together because of course TRADITION. Naturally Jimothy refused cause what the fuck man he doesn’t even know the girl well and was gaslit into marrying her. Also he had work to do with his team.

And to make Cuckoo feel less alone Jimothy’s entire family decided to go on the honeymoon leaving him alone back home. And at this point I should mention Jimothy’s family adores Cuckoo for God knows what reason!!

Now once they are at the honeymoon resort, Jimothy’s uncle, (Phat-Arse), known for playing pranks on everyone, devises a Grade A plan to force Jimothy to abandon his work and come to the honeymoon. THIS GENIUS  JUST DECIDES TO FUCKING LIE TO JIMOTHY AND SAY THAT CUCKOO IS EXTREMELY SICK, BARELY ABLE TO MOVE, AND CAN’T GET HOME AND IS CALLING OUT FOR JIMOTHY!!! AND THE WHOLE FAMILY IS IN ON IT!!!

Mf really expected Jimothy to come running in a wide gesture of love right into Cuckoo’s arms! Instead Jimothy like a wise man pulled his doctor friend from duty and brought him along to help Cuckoo. 

Naturally you can imagine the shitshow that happened when Jimothy got to the resort and found out that Cuckoo is alive and well and his entire family, who abandoned him for a random girl they’d known for a month had played a Good Ol’ prank on him.

For the first time in the entire show he let’s it loose. He goes ABSOLUTELY MOTHERFUCKING BALLISTIC ON HIS UNCLE’S ASS. HE CALLS HIM NAMES. SAYS SHIT LIKE ----

“YOU PULLED ME FROM DUTY!! YOU MADE ME PULL MY FRIEND FROM DUTY!!! YOU LIED TO ME!!! YOU FUCKING SAID THIS BITCH WAS SICK TO MAKE ME DROP WORK AND RACE HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL THIS A FUCKING PRANK!!! GROW THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT GROW THE FUCK UP AND STOP FUCKING FORCING ME TO LOVE THIS DUMB BITCH YOU FORCED ME TO MARRY!”

I’m paraphrasing but you get the gist. Now Phat-Arse’s fat ass has the audacity to get hurt. The whole’s family’s ass has the audacity to get hurt. Cuckoo walks off into the wilderness and is hit by a car. Phat-Arse loses his free spirit and vows to never play a prank again. Jimothy has to drop everything again for the second time to pick Cuckoo off of the road and take her to the hospital

Now my man Jimothy has God tier tolerance to bullshit man... He literally stayed to take Cuckoo to the hospital even after THEY FAKED AN ILLNESS TO TRICK HIM INTO COMING TO THE HONEYMOON!

Phat-Arse is so hurt he returns home immediately. The rest of the family return the day after. AND EVERYONE STARTS TO FUCKING FORCE JIMOTHY AGAIN TO APOLOGISE TO PHAT-ARSE FOR HURTING HIS FEELINGS. JIMOTHY FIRES BACK! SAYS THAT IS FAMILY SHOULD APOLOGISE TO HIM FOR TRICKING HIM!!!

YOU KNOW WHAT THEIR MOTHERFUCKING DEFENSE IS FOR TRICKING JIMOTHY LIKE THAT. YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS???????

“we jus fucken wanted you to be happy jimothy... happy on holiday wif usss jimothi so we liedddd jimboooo we lied and tricked you caussss we LOV you jimbotthyy... but yuuu hurTTT our fEELings by Calling us out on Our BuLLSHIT JimBOTHIYYYY NOW APOLOGISE  YOU HEARTLESS PIECE OF SHIT FOR CALLING US MEAN!!! HWO DARE YOU!!!”

JESUS CHRIST THE AMOUNT OF GASLIGHTING MAN I JUST FUCKING CAN’T WITH THESE TV SOAPS MAN I JUST FUCKING CAN’T!!!

I don’t know what happened thereafter but I think Jimothy decided to leave the house and family to go live elsewhere

[thoriffix]

fuck it. heathers au idea dump time

ok so. in this au we got:

roman as veronica

logan as jd

janus as heather chandler

remus as heather duke

virgil as heather mcnamara

patton as martha

character thomas as ms fleming

remy and emile as kurt and ram

now, ok. that doesnt make sense, i hear you cry, and i say hear me Out.

roman as veronica: roman and veronica r both desperate to be important, popular and loved. theyre also both a little bit horny and impressed by fighting prowess, with a lil bit of snark to round it out. hes also excellent and good and ofc hes gonna be the lead have you Met roman

logan as jd: ok at first glance this doesnt make sense, But. jd deliberately numbs his emotions because he doesnt want to experience them... sounds familiar hmm? rage is also the emotion logan expresses most violently and most often, and fuck if jd isnt full of rage damn i also want an excuse for logan to wear eyeliner and have the right to go a little bit feral, let him LOOSE! plus jd is generally one of da more knowledgeable characters, w the most references to literature and the ability to make a bomb, which idk ig thats kinda smart?

janus as heather chandler: in thomases own words "hes like the main mean girl" dude hes a shady bitch and hes not afraid to show it in canon hes manipulated roman into being on his side (i know i know hes getting better dont lecture me he is one of my favs) and i jus feel like he fits chandlers sass and Prestige most of all

remus as heather duke: ok, ignoring the most obvious point of The Duke being heather Duke, all remus seems to want is to be heard and listened to, which ties in nicely with dukes constantly being told to shut up wouldnt you say? also, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me remus isnt the most likely to sing shine a light reprise i dont trust you

virgil as heather mcnamara: i talked about this briefly before, but virgil as mcnamara just makes sense to me, cuz like ok. virgil can be sassy and mean as much as the next guy, but at his core hes just scared of not fitting in, and feels uncomfortable and anxious about his place, which like. reflects on mcnamaras fear of being kicked out of the heathers yknow? also, i have strong feelings about him singing lifeboat dont @ me

patton as martha: look. look. marthas character is based around a desire to go back to when things were easy and she didnt have to worry so much. sounds pretty similar to patton "things were so much easier when you were younger" sanders, eh?? also im weak for patton and roman being childhood best friends

character thomas as ms fleming: ok this is sort of where my reasoning starts to fall apart, but like,, he sort of has the most authority over the sides i guessss???

remy and emile as kurt and ram: yeah ok so maybe this is where my airtight reasoning runs out but. remile is a pretty popular ship considering the two have literally never met and yeah emile might be way out of character but honestly i have the least attachment to them hskfhskfh if anyone has any better concepts for remy and emile pls tell me

ok thats all i got!!! might draw patton sometime soon otherwise im jus gonna sprinkle it in here n there (id lov to make animatics but thats sm work) i hope u like it :]

[judehayward]

lady gaga voice slowly fadin in: ju-Das juda-ah-ah… this depressed goblin bastard is honestly my fav male muse like i dnt typically stick w male muses tht long i struggle bt................. i’ve played him the longest of them all n always seem to return to him. jst cnt stay away. way 2 attached to this absurd little man. it’s nai btw!!!! (josefine on the main). launches right in to jude’s intro without further adieu..... (u can also find his playlist here) 🧙‍🎨

「douglas booth & cis-male」⇾ hayward , jude, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that he is a pisces and 23 years old. he is studying ART, living in moris and can be protective, laidback, nonsensical & apathetic. when i see him i am reminded of wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects, lead marbles instead of eyes. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

he pinterest:

me in the voice of a card magician performing on the street: round up round up pick a pinterest any pinterest!

ta-da it’s aesthetics:

lead marbles instead of eyes, a stolen hearse careening down the wrong lane, wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, bags under the eyes that are so big they could pack enough clothes for a three week vacation, a cigarette wobbling from your bottom lip as you squint against the sunlight, passing out on a stranger’s rooftop, placing sunglasses over the eyes of a biology lab skeleton, gangling around the place like shaggy minus his scooby snacks, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects

about tha Bitch:

born in sheffield in england, bt they went back and forth between there n san fran a lot

jude was an unhappy accident. his parents never rly used protection bc they were super Liberal n Au Naturel n believed in the pull out method bc… they were maniacs. bt then the ONE time they used a condom in an effort to b safety conscious it broke n hence…. jude was born

they just kind of ran w it bc they had such a passionate relationship tht they were like What The Hell…. may as well! itll be fine we’ll learn to be good parents n love him like normal ppl do

spoiler alert: tht didn’t work out

they were ok to him like they weren’t fully Bad bt they just found him to be a massive burden n hindrance to their plans. pretty absent n irresponsible. they literally….. had sex all day every day n acted like a pair of teenagers. it ws a super weird environment for a kid to grow up in bc he literally had no role models or… guidance or…. anything rly. occasionally they’d joke around w him or pretend they properly knew what grade he was going into but for the most part they just Didn’t Care the way parents shd. they lost his birth certificate n dnt remember what they put as his middle name so he’s jst kind of like hmmmm............. n gives himself a diff one every time ppl ask. past variations hv included: jude pauly hayward, jude maureen hayward, jude van winkle hayward. says all of these w a very straight face

despite this he does hv some nice memories w them. usually he definitely sees them fr holidays. frm being rly young their christmas tradition hs been to get a bunch of chinese food like a Banquet Feast n spend all day smoking n drinking into the early hours. perhaps not the healthiest or most responsible bt 😔 jude rly likes it it’s kind of the one time of yr he feels he has a proper family

they r both suuuuper into the arts. rly good sculptors bt they paint too n they actually own a successful gallery in sheffield n san fran

(trauma tw) as a result he grew up around a lot of creative n sometimes pretentious ppl. the friends of his parents were more present in his life than his ACTUAL parents bc they were always jetting off to diff countries to scout out new pieces fr their galleries n just have a gd time in beautiful places without…. the annoyance tht ws being responsible n looking after someone. tbh some of his parents friends were rly damaging too bt….i won’t go into that just yet. it doesn’t rly…need properly explaining bc jude never talks abt it anyway n it….is rather triggering so i’ll jst….leav it for now tbh. basically they just were Not Nice n jude had a lot of bad memories he keeps repressed bt he also??? has some gd ones..... it was a strange environment bt he’s a survivor

(death n grief tw) he hd to do community service bc he kind of… hd a bit of a breakdown before the funeral of his elderly neighbour who bsically raised him bc her kids rly didnt care abt her they jst wanted her inheritance?? so he… stole the hearse w her casket still in it n ws jst like… drivin around the place sort of… tryin nt to cry…..KJJFHSFKJGHKFG i mean. it isnt funny its actually sad bt :/ in a very bizarre n jude way. he gt caught n taken in fr questioning bt her son kind of realised hw… broken up abt her death jude ws n had a heart n didnt press charges. regardless he stil hd to do community service bc it ws like taken seriously even tho it ws his first proper offence. doin it rly exhausted n depressed him so when he wsnt doin tht he ws just hibernatin in his room……. this ws like 4 months ago nw............ just some fun lore fr u all

bc of how he ws raised he has a p cultured taste. he luvs classic lit n p much anything artsy. he can play piano 2 n sometimes gets rly high n thinks he’s mozart level gd at composing he’s jst going fking wild on the keys in a trance...... i mean he’s gd bt… chill

he’s rly sarcastic n so deadpan like he’ll say smthn completely ridiculous bt he’ll say it w his whole chest so sincere.... it’s rly hard to tell when he’s joking or serious honestly. has an overflowing secret sketchbook n if he cares abt someone he’ll probably secretly draw them. does NOT share these drawings w the person he hates being openly sentimental. at heart he is jst a very Sad Boy w lots of repressed issues like depression genuinely just does NAT giv him a single break bt he plasters over this w wise cracks n never discusses his emotions ever. he’s actually p decent or at least tries to b. he’s kind of like tht bit in superbad where michael cera gets rly drunk n makes a toast to women like tht energy...........

he has rly bad insomnia so he like never sleeps idk how he’s Alive straight up. please go to bed sir............. he always has rly sleepy eyes n rubs them tiredly mid conversation. he smokes a lot of weed to try n compensate fr this n make him tired bt he still struggles a lot

ANYWAY that aside he’s at radcliffe doing art, focusing on fine art like painting is............... the thing he luvs most...... his style is kind of.......... taking normal things n painting w surreal colours.... he likes A LOT of colour in his paintings which is kind of a stark contrast to his personality bc his world’s so.... washed out n grey............ lovs art n philosophy n literature n photography n music.... 

ummMMMMmm honestly idk i’m blankin on what else to say. ull find him smoking weed reading an american classic or gnawing at his thumbnail n getting charcoal smudges on all his clothes. wandering the streets in plaid pj bottoms n dr martens eating frm a cereal box without care in the world. he’s p broody n scruffy n he’s mostly here fr a laidback time....... doesn’t rly like when ppl take themselves too seriously........ likes strange ppl thinks the world is mde richer by them n likes when ppl can jst bounce back jokes at him without being like erm. u dont make sense mate. bc frankly he can come up w some strange stuff sometimes.............. talking to him cn b like navigating a dark n bendy road without a flashlight....... 

(drugs tw) once did shrooms n woke up naked in the woods curled up in a pile of leaves. to this day he recounts this as his werewolf transformation. hs no idea hw he ended up there n when ppl r like are u not. concerned jude. tht is so strange? he jst shrugs like.............. dunno....................... suppose i’m jst a werewolf upon occasion. so casual abt it. jst truly does Not care abt most things at all..... almost to the point tht it’s concerning (sometimes way past the point tht it’s concerning too :/)

this is the desc on an aesthetic i mde of his style once n sums it up well!! ‘additionally: too many pairs of trousers, a hideous amount of white t-shirts all somewhat stained with charcoal, a jumper so thinly knit it almost looks sheer, chipped teale nail varnish, a cream corduroy jacket with a cigarette hole singed onto the cuff, vintage wiry reading glasses he almost never wears, a freshly rolled cigarette behind his ear, a thrifted t-shirt with a warped bart simpson wearing a stethoscope with the caption ‘bard knwos cardiology’ and two crops hacked that way with kitchen scissors that he sometimes wears to paint.‘

EXPERT at rolling spliffs like jst. mkes them so precise n neat....... it’s his super power. his fav thing to smoke frm is banana flavour papers.................... linking 2 this he’s like. bad w emotions bt he does try..... once his friend (maggie) ws sad so he brought her a spliff wrapped in grape flavoured paper bc it’s her fav fruit n jst like. wordlessly gave it to her. it’s the thought tht counts.....

PLOTS!!!!!

plays bass in a band which cld b a fun connection to get together??? i picture the music being like surf rock type like........... mac demarco...... bt he also luvs elliott smith n glass animals n the cure n metronomy n neutral milk hotel n talking heads n radiohead n mazzy star n wolf alice...................... idk jst like.... within tht ballpark i suppose i imagine it being................

mayb ppl he shares classes w?????? i’d like someone tht does a similar course n they hang out tgether when it comes to trips fr the module to museums or exhibits or wtever................ they both stand in front of paintings analysing it rly wrong n saying stuff like hmmmmmmmmm....... i do declare i see a, uh..... large phallus protruding from the centre of this image...... moves something in me.......... n some elderly person looking at it besides them is like Ergh. sickened n disgraced. leaves w a brow severely furrowed

someone he smokes w on the moris rooftop late at night when he cnt sleep??? mayb they’re up n cnt sleep either fr whtever reason n it’s become an unspoken kind of ritual where they always clamber out n find each other there n jst wordlessly keep them company

jude is kind of like. protective almost to a fault sometimes........... mayb some guy he’s punched......................... if they hurt someone he cares abt........... typically it wld hv been a girl he ws kind of like. affected by his first relationship bc she had a bad home situation n ever since jst wnts..... to Protect it’s kind of like an automatic instinct ingrained in him nw 😔 all sounds very noble n well bt sometimes it cn b a bit of an escalation i wnt lie

perhaps a few hook-ups??? jude doesn’t tend to sleep w ppl he rly knows bc he just..... likes it to b an impersonal thing doesn’t like getting attached fr various reasons so mayb they only kno each other via this OR mayb he bent his rules a bit..... cld either work seamlessly or hv added drama if one side hs mre feelings or whtever

currently living in moris w 2 roommates bt i’d love some neighbours perhaps..... mayb someone tht lives directly nxt door to his room n is like ://// bc he plays music loud n weeds always drifting frm his window n mking their room smell if theirs is open too................. or mayb they get on..... mayb there’s a rly mean seagull tht lands on a branch n poos on pedestrians n they both commentate on it frm their windows like david attenborough...... they’re like he’s at it again. they’ve named him n everything

HONESTLY anything if u have an idea hmu i’d love 2 hear it.......... rubs my hands tgether in excitement to plot up a storm w u all

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BIG FAT ENDGAME POST

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

so a majority of this is just going to be me yodeling out of my own asshole because i’m literally going fucking feral and have been for about three straight hours and i’ve literally cried myself to the point of almost fainting from dehydration anyways y’all been warned lmao

TONY FU GUKING CLAPPED BACK H A R D IN THE BEGINNING THE W A Y BOB DOWNEY JUS FUCKIGN WENT FOR THAT WHOLE FUCKING SCENE MEATY AS F  U C K ON MYG GYOD the way he said liar had me going into a damn near conniption fit rIGHT THERE

starting the movie off with jeremy renner and giving a shit about hawkeye in the movie.......big fat n*ce

SOMEHOW I FORGOT HE WAS MARRIED TO VELMA DINKLEY 

linda cardelini is so incredibly valid i caNT

 S C�� C  OT T

HOLY FCUK

PAUL RUDD FUCKIGN FLEXED HUH

WHEN HE’S SEARCHIGN FOR CASSIE’S NAME IN THE GRAVEYARD YALL I ABOUT SHIT A B R I C K

‘ anyone seen a piece of shit van??? ’ 

so anyways when scott reunites with cassie and finds out that she’s grown up in the five years its been i coiuldn’t stop thinking of my own dad and that got even worse when tony goes out into the woods on his n pep’s lil lakeside cabin the way he’s interacting with mORGAN

MORGAN FUC VGKIN STARK

‘ mommy sent me to come rescue you ’ IM SO

GOD HIS FACE WHEN THEY SHOW UP TO HIS FUCKING HOUSE GOD I LVOE HIM

scott is DOING HIS BEST

‘ it’s nOT....like time traVEl its..........ok that’s exactly what it is ’ YFODSAUFDSKALL IDIOT i lov u

scott actually having MAJOR anxiety and being nervous, the way he paces, getting lost, speech patterns, ugH

am i even gonna be able to finish this post??? PROBABLY NOT

im literally already emotional all over again jsut thinking about it

god tony rly said fuck thanos rights 

steve rogers rly earned my respect in the course of this movie and that is one HELL of an uphill battle god bless america’s ass

that was just robert staring at evans’ ass for the hell of it dont lie to me there was NO ACTING REQUIRED

HULK MESH BRUCE IM SO!!!!!!!!!!!

thor was fuckgin beautifully done bc he’s fuckgin depressed and dealing with the repercussios of being a failure and id die for him oh mgyoD???!?!?! let him play fortnite shut the fuck up

as soon as bruce mentions thanos’ name you see how fuckign broken thor really is and i Felt That

THE WAY BRUCE SPEAKS TO THOR IS SO IMPORTANT ABOUT HOW MUCH HE VALUES HIM AND HOW MUCH MERIT HE HAS AND IM JUST A BIG FAT FUCKIGN MESS OVER JUST THE INTERACTIONS IN HIS LIL NEW ASGARD CABIN

ALSO TONY AND NEBULA PLAYING GAMES AND HIM TEACHING HER HOW TO AND ABT SPORTSMANSHIP AND WHEN SHE PROPS HIM UP WHEN HES SLEEPING AND PROBABLY THINKING HES GONNA DIE AND ACCEPTING THAT UNTIL CAROL SHOWS UP

THAT SHIT HURTED

i literally cant fuckgin procss everything that happened there was so fuc f gkin much

“““““““howard potts”““““““

PEPPER DID THAT DID THAT

IF Y’ALL EVER LEAVE PEPPER OUT OF SHIT AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL END YOU MY FUC GKIN SELF

HOLY FUCK SHE WAS SO POWERFUL

UGH

WE STAN THE MARVEL QUEEN S

strange making direct eye contact with tony and tony fucking k n e w

in conclusion tony stark was, is, and always will be the absolute heart of the marvel cinematic universe we know and not even his death can change that

avengers Actual Literal Inarguable Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart endgame

sAM!!! GETTING!!!! TO BE!!!! CAP!!!!! GOD!!!!! THATS WHAT I DESERVE

wong being the absolute LEGEND he is for like FIVE WHOLE SECONDS OF ME LOVING HIM IRREVOCABLY

jeremy renner getting the fucking respect he deserves lord in heaven i love clint barton so fuckgin mjuch dond tfuc gkin touc  h me

say what u want abt scarjo but my god she DID THAT did that

BRUCE REALIZING NATASHA WAS GONE MY ABSOLUTE H E A R T

I COULTN TELL FROM THE GIFS IF TONY WAS THE ONE SAYING HUH THIS IS NICE WHEN HE HUGGED PETER BC HONESTLY IT CAN GO BOTH WAYS AND FRANKLY THEY KILLED ME

peter saying tony

i want to fucking die

im taking legal custody of morgan edwin antoinette baby girl stark 

please watch this movie i’m literally beggin gyou

[beepbeeprichiellc]

17, 24, 31, 45

17. “Please.”

24. “Are you drunk?”

31. "Are you jealous?”

45. "Make me.”

The fire was well fed, reaching upward towards the sky with outstretched arms. People were scattered throughout the field, huddled in small groups or sprawled out on cars with bodies pressed tightly. The so called event was well advertised, almost the entire body showing up and partaking in the festivities. It had been Beverly’s idea to go, having found a flier pinned on her dorm door, and the others just followed right along. Richie had been forced-well more like dragged-along with his friends, the outing was supposedly going to “cure” his broken heart but all it did was make the hole in his chest ache. Two weeks ago the love of his life had ripped his soul from his body and crushed it under her four inch heels.

So here he was leaning against his truck, loathing in his self pity. Every now and then one of his friends would stop by and console him but would turn tail the moment they realized that they were getting nowhere. Currently he was with Stan, both of them nursing their beer due to having volunteered as the designated drivers. His friend was talking about something unimportant, the words going in one of the trashmouths ears and out the other. Usually, Richie would be a better friend but due to his current break up he was finding it hard to keep up the charade when all he wanted to do was go home and curl up into a tight ball.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Richie blinked, suddenly aware of Stan’s judging stare. “What?” He sputtered, crashing back down into earth with a autiable bang. “I-I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

Stan snorted, “Seriously Rich, you need to get out of this slump. It looks real bad on you.” It was a little harsh, coming from one of his closest friend but it was warranted and sharp. “You’re driving everyone crazy, I know you like the girl but-”

“Liked?” Richie laughed, the feeling painful in his bones. “I loved her! She was the one okay? The one I was supposed to be with forever! You guys just don’t understand, I mean when was the last time you-”

“Choose your next words carefully.” Stan warned, pushing his body off of the truck and turning his body towards him in one swift motion. “I know you are hurt but we are trying your best to help you. For fucks sake Richie we have all been listening to you rant on about Abby but guess what? She was a fucking bitch!”

“Take that back!” Richie hissed, a burning anger bubbling just under his skin. “Take that back right now!”

Stan looked as if he had been slapped, stepping back and breathing fire. “No. She cheated on you with your roommate! In your bed! Why are you still hung up on her? God, Eddie’s been throwing himself at you for years and yet you still chase after these bimbos with an IQ of a rock. For fucks sake you-”

“Eddie’s been what?” Richie cut, shaking the buzz from between his ears. “What did you just say?”

“Uh-” Stan started, swaying slightly in confusion. “What?”

“You just said that Eddie-” But Richie didn’t finish because at that moment Stan bolted, dropping his beer and running swiftly walking through the cars towards the fire where the others stood. Whatever he said then made Beverly punch him in the arm and Mike throw his hands up in the air. It would’ve be considered amusing if not for the sinking feeling it left in the trashmouths gut. Lifting himself from the truck he turned to follow, but stopped the moment a slurred voice called out to him.

“Hey R-Richie, did-did you see that? Stan ran a-away.” Richie turned to watch Eddie giggle into his hand, a half empty beer still in between his fingers. The small boy looked like shit, his usually put together look was torn apart, his clothes askew and his hair a curly mess. When he looked up to Richie his eyes were dulled and distant, a glimmer of pain hidden behind the deep pools of chocolate. “W-what’d you do? Insult his b-birds? You kn-know he’s sensitive about th-them.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Pfft.” Eddie took one final long drink from his bottle, tossing it to the ground beside his feet. “Na, little Eddie Spaghetti can’t party, didn’t you hear?”

The words burned Richie’s ears, it had been an echo of what he had said earlier out of anger. Everyone had been pressuring him to go to the bonfire and Eddie had piped in with his opinion so of course-being the amazing friend he had been lately-Richie bit his head off. “Listen Eds, I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just with the whole Abby thing I’ve been kinda-”

“Please.” Eddie whined, covering his ears. “St-stop talking about th-that whore. I hated h-her so fuh-cking much.” It had been the first time he had spoken bad about Richie’s ex, the words both harsh and loud. “I kn-knew she was no good. I t-told Bill that, jus-just ask him. I said-I said, this girl is going to bruh-break Richie’s heart a-and he s-said that it wa-was none of my buis-business and th-that you had to fuh-fuck up on your own.” He laughed, the dunken sway he had intensifying making him slam into the side of Richie’s passenger side door.

“Fuck, Eddie stop-”

“Make me.” He challenged with determined eyes. “Oh w-wait you can’t! Bec-cause you are too b-busy screwing a-around with everyone e-else to n-notice-” There was no fishing, only giving a heavy sigh and a burp instead. “Whatever, do-doesn’t matter.”

“Eddie?” Richie whispered, “Are you-” Eddie’s head rolled against his shoulders, breaking their eye contact. “Hey, look at me Eds.” The trashmouth reached out, grabbing hold of his friends face rather firmly, one hand on each side so not to hurt him. The action seemingly made Eddie melt, his body leaning against the warm touch. It took all Richie had not to pull away in surprise. “Are you jealous?”

Eddie’s eyes snapped open, his body jerking away as a sense of sobriety washed over him all at once. “N-no, I’m n-not-” He shook his head, stepping away from where Richie stood. “Why would y-you even ask-” There was a snort, a forced chuckle, and a crackle in his voice. “So st-stupid.”

“Is it?” Richie asked, feeling suddenly bare and vulnerable. “I mean ever since I started dating Abby you’ve been distant and then we broke up and-then you were there again, like nothing had happened. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before you-you lov-”

“Shut up!” Eddie yelled, the sudden change in his demeanor making Richie jump. “Sh-shut up okay? Y-you don’t kn-know shit.”

“What don’t I know?” Richie couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t let it go until his friend admitted what they both now knew. “Tell me Eddie, tell me the truth.”

“The tr-truth?” Eddie repeated, the slur dripping from his tounge. “You wa-wanna know th-the truth? The real t-truth?” Tears welled in his eyes, his lip quivering and arms folding inward on themselves. “I’ve b-been standing by fuh-for fifteen years, w-waiting for you to n-notice me and you h-havn’t! I only exist when it’s co-convenient for you! ‘Oh Eds, I l-love Abby, nuh-no Mark, no Ch-Christine”” The names were spat in disgust, right at Richie’s surprised face. “D-did you ever e-even realize? R-realize that I was the o-only one who was th-there to pick you b-back up when those lovers b-broke your heart! N-no matter how bad it hu-hurt I was there!”

“Eds I-”

“Hey, is everything okay over here?” It was Bill, because of-fucking-course it would be. Richie looked around and noticed that the party had stopped, everyone’s eyes turned towards the two of them, obviously noticing Eddie’s screaming voice. The attention burned his skin, but not as much as Eddie’s scorching glare. “What’s going on.” Bill’s hand snaked around Eddie’s shoulders, the protective gesture speaking volume. Eddie leaned into the touch, dropping the eye contact and biting his lip in shame. “Eddie?”

“I wanna go h-home.” Eddie muttered under his breath, staggering backwards in Bill’s arms. “Please, I ju-just wanna-just wanna-”

“Alright.” Bill breathed, pulling his friend close as if to shield him from the trashmouth. “I’ll take you home.”

“No, Eddie don’t go.” Richie whined, reaching out for his friend only to have it fall back to his side when they stepped out of range. “I’ll take you home, please I just want to talk.”

Eddie glanced up once more, the pain in his eyes agonizingly recognizable. “I’m duh-done talking.” And with that he left with Bill, swimming though the sea of people and fading away from Richie’s line of sight. The party staggered onward, leaving Richie in the dust.

Eventually Stan made it back over to him, hands in his pockets and face turned downward. “Yeah, so how’d it go?”

Richie groaned.

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Talk

Pairing: WZY x OC [Li Yuyan] Featuring: CXK and oc!XiaoAixi Genre: slice of life, slight angst, slight fluff Word Count: 2,839 Summary: Some times a talk could go either way. It can make things even more heated or it can make the situation mellow out. Other times, it can finally just reveal a lot of things after having many talks before where it didn’t do anything until the moment fell into place.

Warning: some swear words and very minor violence

Hello! Not a request, but a little thing I had kept in a doc from a while back and came upon it and tweaked it with this new thing. Not sure why Ziyi seemed to fit this scene, but I like it and went with it. Other than that, I’ll get to the actual request some time soon and hopefully post them up when I finish. For now, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Ziyi!" Yuyan yelled his name as she knocked on his apartment door frantically. "Ziyi, please open the door! Ziyi!"

Yuyan continued to bang her fist against his door in hopes that Ziyi would open it despite the two having an argument a few hours ago. Although the only reason she had showed up at Ziyi's apartment was that Xukun had mentioned that Ziyi was feeling unwell and had went back home a while ago.

"Ziyi, please."

The door opened a few seconds later and Yuyan's expression sour upon seeing Ziyi's ex-girlfriend, Aixi, on the other side of the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Yuyan questioned as Aixi smiled haughtily. "Hanging out with Ziyi of course. What are you doing here?"

"Xukun said he wasn't feeling well. I need to talk to him."

Yuyan tried to push her way pass Aixi, but Aixi pushed her back out. "What do you think you're doing? You're not welcome here, Li Yuyan."

"This isn't between me and you, Xiao Aixi, but Ziyi and I so get out of my way."

"No. You can't ju-"

Yuyan pushed herself passed Aixi and inside Ziyi's apartment with her gazes looking left and right of her to see where he was and smiled upon seeing him rounding the corner from exiting the kitchen.

"Zi..."

"Hey, Aixi, do you think we should make lobster noodles or steak tonight?" Ziyi asked causing Yuyan to stop speaking all of a sudden when she heard his ex's name fall from his mouth.

"Ai..."

The same thing happened to Ziyi once his eyes fell onto Yuyan's figure as the two just stared at one another not saying anything. Yuyan was confused as Xukun mentioned Ziyi feeling unwell, but he seemed fine as Aixi was here, too. Maybe, Aixi already took care of him.

Aixi purposely brushed passed Yuyan so she could latched herself onto Ziyi with a smug look. "I told you that you weren't welcome here." Aixi nuzzled her face against Ziyi's arm with a smirk. "Right, baby?"

Ziyi didn't respond as his gaze continued to stare at Yuyan as she mentally told herself not to cry in front of them. She wasn't sure why all of a sudden she felt the need to cry upon seeing Aixi snuggled up next to him and that Ziyi just allowed her to do so without nudging her away.

"So," Yuyan slowly let out as she tried to keep her voice in control, but she could hear the slight quiver with in her tone, "This is how it's gonna be?"

Ziyi just stared at her with no expression while Aixi remained smug and satisfied at his side.

"Okay." Yuyan scoffed as she tried to remain in control of her feelings. "You can burn all of my stuff then. There's no reason for me to take it back or for you to even keep it."

Yuyan tried to gauged his reaction, but Ziyi remained stoic whereas Aixi clapped her hands together. At this point, Yuyan wondered if Xukun had just misread Ziyi's body language.

"Oh, finally. I can finally get rid of that stupid Hello Kitty blanket in his room since I first laid eyes on it." Aixi grinned wickedly. "Thanks for your permission, Yuyan."

Yuyan didn't care for Aixi's response. She still watched for any sign of Ziyi's reaction, but nothing. The tightness in Yuyan's chest grew and she knew that there was no point in trying to fix their relationship when there was no actual relationship to fix in the first place. Maybe the fight was really worth nothing after all.

"Congratulations, Wang Ziyi. You're so fucking unbelievable." Yuyan congratulated him with a fake smile before hurrying out of his apartment with the tears finally making their escape.

Not really sure where she was headed, but Yuyan's legs automatically began leading her away as far away as possible from Ziyi. Although she ended up passing by Ziyi's cafe shop, Awoken My Heart, a moment later without noticing it she happened to collide into a familiar figure that happened to come out of the store.

"Sorry, Xukun. I wasn't looking where I was going." Yuyan muttered as she tried to keep her composure, but failed as Xukun happened to noticed her teary eyes. "It's okay, Yuyan. I wasn't looking either, but are you okay?"

"Yeah, totally. It's just something in my eye." She lied while wiping away the rest of her tears. "Not a big deal."

Xukun narrowed his eyes as he analyzed her body language. "You're lying. I can tell you're not."

"I'm not, KunKun. I'm fine. Really. See. Totally fine." Yuyan tried to reassured her friend as she mustered all she had to put on a believable smile, but the memories from earlier creep up on her and fresh tears began to form.

"Yuyan, stop. You're not fine." Xukun cupped the right side of her face and used his thumb to wipe away her tears. "C'mere, buddy." He said softly as he pulled Yuyan in for a hug and she burst into tears when she felt his arms enclosed themselves around her as she hugged him back.

Xukun comforted his friend as Yuyan silently cried against his chest while he 'shh' her quietly while rubbing her back in comfort. "Shh, everything will be alright. Just let it all out and it'll be okay. Shh."

"I hate him so freaking much, Xukun. Also you were wrong. He's not sick or anything. He's just a big jerk." Yuyan stated before going on with her little rant. "He's such a really big jerk and he's an absolute idiot. Gah, he's so freaking stupid, Xukun. He was the one that pursued me and then had the audacity to get upset with me thinking that I was the one that had led him on and was playing hard to get when I already told him from the get-go that I didn't want no bullshit." Yuyan continued. "I seriously hate him and he can go and fall off the face of the Earth for all I care."

Xukun smiled. "You know that you'll still care, Yuyan. I know you do. You love him too much." He chuckled afterwards with Yuyan lightly smacking him. "It's not funny, Xukun. Also I don't lov-"

"What are you doing?" Ziyi interrupted Yuyan as he suddenly appeared behind the duo as he tried to keep his anger in check. "Is this what you do by running into the arms of another man, Yuyan?"

"What does it matter to you, anyways? You have Aixi." Yuyan remarked as Ziyi stared her down while moving closer. "Because it does matter to me."

Yuyan scoffed. "KunKun just happened to comfort me as a friend and besides, Wang Ziyi, you don't need to worry about me because you already made you choice." She then latched onto Xukun's arm who continued to stay quiet. "Let's go, KunKun."

Before Yuyan could walk away with Xukun, Ziyi grabbed her by her other arm to face him. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about. Now let go." Yuyan yanked her arm out of Ziyi's grasp and clasped them onto Xukun's instead. "C'mon, Kun."

Xukun looked over at his friend. "Look, Ziyi, I'll take care of th-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Ziyi swung an arm and punched Xukun in the face knocking him to the ground.

"OMG?! What the fuck did you do that for, Ziyi?" Yuyan exclaimed in surprised as she went to check on Xukun, but Ziyi pulled her back to her feet while answering her. "I told you, Yuyan, that we needed to talk."

"You just punched your friend in the face and you expect me to go and talk to you after that? Fuck no." Yuyan yanked her arm out of Ziyi's grasp one more time as she tried to focus back on Xukun. "Xukun..."

Ziyi pulled her back to her feet and started leading her towards his store, but Yuyan tried to resist as he continued to drag her towards Awoken My Heart, but she saw that Xukun motioned for her to go with Ziyi.

"But Xukun, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Yuyan, just go with Ziyi." Xukun reassured her as he stood back up while tenderly touching his left cheek. "Please, just go with him."

Yuyan complied as she reluctantly allowed Ziyi to drag her inside the store, but not before casting Xukun another look while he cradled his face with one hand and waved at her with the other. "I really hope this works, bro, because that shit hurt like hell." He said while flexing his jaw.

Meanwhile, Ziyi continued to pull Yuyan along with him towards the back of Awoken My Heart to talk in private as the workers looked on wondering what these two were doing here before returning to work once Ziyi shot them a look to mind their business and that's what they did.

Once they were inside the office did Yuyan break his grip from her arm and used that same arm to slap a hand across his chest while shooting him a glare. "Seriously, Ziyi, what the hell is your problem?"

"My problem? You wanna know what my problem is?" Ziyi scoffed as he answered Yuyan's question with his own question instead. "What's up with that hug between you and Xukun, huh? What's really going on between the two of you?"

"What is it to you? You don't run my life. You're not my dad."

"Of course I'm not your dad. Why would I be?"

"Exactly. Then why do you care about me and Xukun? We're just friends."

"Yeah right. You guys look like more than friends."

"Yeah, of course he would be as I see him like a little brother. But seriously, why do you even care, Ziyi? What does it matter to you? It's not like we're actually official or anything."

"Because you're still my girl, dammit! That's why."

Silence fell between them as they just stared at one another not wanting to say anything, but the the air thickened and the words fell out of Yuyan's mouth despite wanting to hold them back.

"You have Aixi again." She looked at Ziyi sadly. "There's no room for me to just be your supposed one and only girl, Ziyi. That's why she's there again." Yuyan made a move to pass by him to leave the office. "Besides, I need to go check on Xukun and I'm sure Aixi is wondering where you're at, too."

Before Yuyan could opened the door fully, Ziyi had slammed a hand to close the door and trapped Yuyan between himself and the door. "You're not going anywhere, Yuyan." He stated as Yuyan turned to fully face him with confidence despite how aware she was of their close proximity. "We're not done talking."

Yuyan tried to push Ziyi away, but he hardly budged and so all she could do was sort of keep him at arm's length as much as possible while giving him a tired look. "Look, Ziyi, eventually you're gonna have to let me go since we're at work and I don't want any of the kids thinking things."

"They're already thinking of things, but I don't care about that. I care about what we think of each other." He countered.

"What is there to think about though? Nothing."

"It's not nothing, Yuyan."

"Ziyi, we've gone through this so many times. What do you want from me?"

"I want you, Li Yuyan, to stop playing hard to get."

"I'm not playing hard to get. I ain't about playing games, especially your stupid games, Wang Ziyi."

Ziyi let out an exasperated sigh. "I told you that it was complicated."

"And that's cool for you, but I'm not about to be involved with you in your complexity."

"Don't act like you're not complex, too."

"I never did, but I knew my boundaries yet you were the one that always liked to cross them making it even more complicated."

Yuyan glared at him, but it wasn't one of hostility and more of a teasing one. A small smile formed on Ziyi's face upon recalling all of the times he had crossed said boundaries with Yuyan. Without the two knowing, the tension between the pair slowly started to dissipate away.

"You entered my lonely life and then my bruised heart without even knowing that you made yourself the most important person to me." Ziyi softly said as he tenderly cupped her face and admitted something. "This whole thing was all a set up for you to reveal your true feelings, Yuyan."

Yuyan stared at him with her jaws dropped. "Seriously? You got Aixi involved so that I would get jealous and then you actually punched Xukun so that it seemed like you would be jealous. That's not cool. Xukun could have seriously gotten hur-"

Yuyan stopped mid-sentence as she remembered that earlier Xukun had called her informing her that Ziyi was sick and that she should go check on him. Xukun was in on it, too, and that's why she and Ziyi were in this situation right now. Yuyan pursed her lips as she mentally noted to punch Xukun in the face as well for this stupid set-up. Both punches he deserved for sure, but hers the most.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden confession and realization of their overall situation, Yuyan tried to open the door from behind her and was unsuccessful when she felt Ziyi's hand on tops of hers. He shut the door once more and clicked the lock all the while staring into Yuyan's eyes and she to him as she went with the flow before adverting her eyes downward. Their feet looked way interesting than the man standing before her.

"I really like you, Yuyan, and I wanna make this thing between us go the right way." Ziyi admitted while placing a forefinger under Yuyan's chin so she could face him again. "I'm sorry that the whole thing ended up the way it is right now, but I was desperate to know your reaction and real feelings."

Yuyan remained speechless as she tried to process everything from the beginning and to where they were now. She knew that she really liked Ziyi and she also really hated the whole complication of how it all had them come to the situation they were in at the moment. Still though, Yuyan wasn't sure, but maybe this time around she could take a second chance with Ziyi and see where all of this would take them without the complication.

With a deep heart, Yuyan placed her hands onto his cheeks and pulled Ziyi in for a kiss catching him off guard as this was the first time that Yuyan had ever initiated any skinship with him. Basically it was the first anything that Yuyan was willing to do something with Ziyi as he was always the one to cross the line to mess with her. Still, it was always worth it for Ziyi since Yuyan gave him attention whether it was good, bad, and in-between.

Ziyi smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed Yuyan against him loving the next step that they had taken. Once they pulled away, Yuyan shyly cast her eyes away not really sure what to do now. Ziyi chuckled as he lifted her chin so that she would be looking at him. Although she really wanted to avert her eyes, but something about the way that Ziyi was looking at her now wouldn't allow her to.

"I like you, Yuyan." Ziyi confessed as Yuyan now knew why she couldn't turned her eyes away just seconds ago. "I, I like you, too, Ziyi."

Ziyi grinned happily as he pulled her in for a tight hug while also opening the office door and yelling out, 'Guys, the plain worked! Yuyan likes me back!' as the co-workers let out cheers as Yuyan pulled away and shot Ziyi a look. "You did not just do that."

"It was a team effort."

"Wow. I can't believe you."

Ziyi laughed as he pulled Yuyan back into his arms while shutting the office door. "Well, now you can, but more importantly, let's continued where we left off." He wriggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

Yuyan narrowed her eyes at him while speaking in a sarcastic manner. "Oh, do you mean the part where I ran away crying because of you or where you slammed the door after leaving my place? Which one did you mean?" She smirked at him while he rolled his eyes before smiling knowingly.

"What's with that look?" Yuyan regarded him as Ziyi continued to smile. "I think it was the part when you asked me 'this is how it's gonna be' earlier."

"Yeah, I don't remember."

"How about I remind you and give you an answer to that then."

Ziyi leaned in and the pair kissed once more reconciling their misunderstandings and established their new found relationship.

[princesiddie]

60s houswife link is gunna b all i thnk abt fr the next lke 3 days oml link since hes like th stereotypical houswife hes lke super tiny n sweet n hes short n his big marine husband sidon culd easily carry hm lke a sack of potatoes n like links face is up to probs th bottom of sidon's pecs n whn sidon came bck frm th marines he pushed thru a huge crowd t get t sidon n they did tht kiss they do in those 60s movies whre th wife is in tht tango postion (yknow what i mean rite??) n it was so 🍋 pt 1

cute n gay n jus great n their size diff cn smtms get in th way lik whn sidon is lookin fr link in a crowd he cn brly see him so link hasta jump up n down n wave his arms n whn thy fuck sidon cn easily push links back dwn so his face n chest r in th mattress n since sidon was in th marines hes super stronk n link lovs cus he jus lovs to grab @ sidons huge arms fr dear life while sidon is poundin the soul out of him til hes incoherent n cant walk fr shit (srry im just rlly gay)🍋 pt2

!!!! cute boys !!!! n ur ok :0 60s housewife link is a Good link !! i like him !! O he is so little !!!! sometimes sidon looks @ him n is like ,, stricken by how petit and soft and sweet he is hes his little sugarbug n when sidon came back !! ppl probably !! looked @ them really shitty when they kissed coz it was the 60s but they didnt care !!!! they were jus so happy to see each other !!!!! n oof whn they get home ,,,, link gets 2 appreciate th fact tht those muscles arent just for show,,,, its like one half “i love you so much its been so long since ive seen you ive missed you so terribly” sex n one half “i havent touched you or fucked you in so long ive missed your body so fucking much i cant stand to be away from it a second longer” sex but either way its 💯💯💯👏👏👏👏👌👌👌👌💦💦💦💦 n link cn barely stand up to make breakfast in the mornin

[purplesmmr]

more dwsa headcanons pls!!!!!! ❤️

aaaAAAA !!! anon, of cou r s e! i would LOVE to !! ❤️❤️❤️ i lov my kidsi’m jus gonna do the same layout as my other one bc it’s Neat lol (yet again, credit to @wordofyourbodyreprise for helping me out w these)

melchior: 

has a secret star trek obsession 

he’s also a huge military history buff

def a ravenclaw

he smells like a library & old spice bc he’s a ne r d

he’s fuckin Tall

he does swimming, football, and track

he’s totally the philosophical drunk

ends up goin to mit bc he’s a Smarty Pants

he also ends up getting a doctorate in something (idk,, mb physics??) but doesn’t do anything with it besides teaching at a college

has a cat named alexandria (yes after the former library in egypt) but he will veh eme ntl y deny that the cat is his

he sings when he’s drunk

wendla:

will stop everything she’s doing to pet a dog

she’s a dancer n a rly fukcign good one at that

likes to color bc she cannot actually Art

she goes to juilliard for a bit before dropping out & then going back to school to become an elementary school teacher

plays the flute

Does Not Do Running Sports

hufflepuff

she has asthma

she n ernst went to the same catholic combined elementary & middle school

that said, they dated to half make sure ernst really was gay, and half to hide that fact from their school

talks in her sleep

is al w ay s singing or humming something

moritz:

ends up with a collection of deaf animals

gallaudet bb !!

he’s always twitchy & jumpy and yet he drinks highly caffeinated things anyway

got a handjob from melchior once their freshman year (it made him realize he was ace)

he’s shorter than his gf (martha)

smells like vo5 ocean breeze conditioner, cigarette smoke, and hair gel

gryffindor for some reason??

he’s still in his teenage emo phase bc he works at hot topic (he used to work w his brother there but alex got fired. from hot topic)

he, otto, n mart all live together n they’re ha p p y

ilse:

no one ever rly knows where she is

smells like acrylics and pine trees

ends up going to yale for art but double majors it and does law too

her lawyer ass throws martha’s pos dad in jail for the rest of his mcfuckin miserable life

makes it a Thing every week to make sure her nails are short enough ;))))

doesn’t trust herself with any pets besides fish

she has two named vincent and claude

she found out a year after she had them that vincent was actually frida

gryffindor

she’s the drunk person that you can’t tell is actually drunk

martha:

she has Birds

slytherin baby

always smells like conditioner and nail polish

she took violin lessons for the longest time

for as Tol as she is, she can curl up so sm al l when she’s sleepy or is having a Rough Time

plays guitar

shows up at melchiors house unannounced sometimes??

she doesn’t go to college right away bc she needs a Break

it’s ridiculous how much she loves her boyfriends,,

like she’s always ready to kill someone if they fuck w them

hanschen:

had braces as a kid

he’s soooo bad at remembering to wear his retainer

he prbly lost it lbr

slytherin as well

goes to caltech bc he’s Fancy

he has a earthy/woody smell w a lil bit of smokiness. no one knows how he smells like that

he’s shorter than his bf and it makes him Mad

always knows when people are lying

he smokes and ernst Does Not Like That

as i’ve said before, my boy is depressed

bc of that depression + self destructive behaviors (probably learned from moritz) he’s one of the guys who’ll stub out cigarettes on his skin

he’s got a big gay crush on chris evans

ernst:

he anxiously taps but it’s always in a three-four pattern

bites his nails

hufflepuff

he has a notebook for pressing and diagramming plants

he presses flowers for all his friends

he’s got some in a phone case to make it pretty

gets ver y loud and swears a lot during sex

he’s naturally left handed but was forced to use his right hand in elementary school bc they thought left handedness was the devil’s work

he smells like orange ginger shampoo

he’s a soccer nerd and also does knowledge bowl

georg:

he’s,,, a fuckign band student an d a wrestler

he gets shit all the time for wresting from his friends (specifically otto)

he n otto are gryffindor buddies

as mentioned previously, he plays a fuckton of instruments 

piano, cello, trumpet, percussion, slide whistle, french horn, oboe, alto clarinet, and my personal favorite, the super bone

he ends up with sooo many dogs

smells like valve oil and rosin. even after he showers and does laundry

he sometimes doesn’t think before he says things and ends up making ppl upset

h*cka jewish

he got melitta to listen to Emo bands like fall out boy and panic! at the disco but in return, she got him to religiously listen to lana del rey

otto:

golden retriever guy. that’s all i have to say on the matter

smells like charcoal and fire smoke

he’s an artsy hoe who likes to do portraits of his gf

he knows how to surf

ends up going to unc for college, not really sure what he’s gonna do for a career

he eventually becomes a pediatric nurse who loves all the kids and sneaks small animals in for them

proposes to martha a nu m be r of times but she’s happy with things as they are (she eventually says yes though)

he gets really good at being able to calm moritz down when he’s not doing too well

would drop literally ev  ery th in g for mo and mart

thea:

she’s dating marianna wheelan and they’re adorable

ravenclaw

wendla’s best friend

has some kind of Twin Telepathy with melitta

she smells like hazelnut 

she’s hoh and uses sign in most public situations, melitta usually acts as her translator

makes constant closet jokes

always has a deck of cards on her

she’s got some depression

has a combined playbills collection with melitta

Huge crush on tom holland

gay for brenda song

melitta:

makes terrible puns at even worse times

has a te r ri b le memory and adhd

loves to just,, sit in small coffee shops to feel the atmosphere

smells like vanilla

ravenclaw

she, hanschen, and thea are all witches (so is martha)

loves crystal and candle magic, is really good about sensing auras

tarot master

she and thea are supposed to follow hanschen out to california for college after they graduate, but melitta ends up staying on the east coast

tends to excessively beat herself up about things, even after people aren’t mad anymore

never leaves the house without stones and/or crystals

always shading, always vague posting

anna:

she’s a hufflepuff

smells like a combination of floral and fruity

her fashion sense is to die for and everyone goes to her for advice

everyone minus ilse that is bc she’s ilse and she makes her own fashion rules

would totally make the red carpet her bitch

v confrontational

lives in a constant state of Denial that she’s related to bobby

Mom friend that makes everyone’s appointments for them

during the winter season at school, she carries two thermoses around

one is hot chocolate and the other is vodka

she charges melchior for the vodka

she has asthma too and likes to make jokes about “ well thank god i don’t run”

[enbystede]

hi! would you mind explaining why you think archie is autistic/why you headcanon him that way? i tried to look in your archie tag in case you already explained it but couldn't find anything. just genuinely curious! :)

Bc I’m autistic and I lov him,,,,,

Which is basically my entire argument. I do have some stuff written out but it’s been a while since I posted so I’m more than happy to reiterate a few points. (Also I haven’t done a rewatch of the show yet which I am planning to do and explicitly try and find canon points to support me…… Gotta have that validation yo)

- ZERO concept of social boundaries “You were just doing it to help me right?” Took him a week to realise being in with the Blossom’s was a bad idea. Doesn’t realise his music is Sad MusicStarts a bar fight Casually strolls into some guys apartment to start demanding answers. Fred, the poor man, CONSTANTLY trying to instil some sort of boundaries on the kid. Trying to tell him when he’s got to stop or when he’s gone too far. The one social boundary he does seem to have is “don’t go after Jughead when he’s upset” – which I can guarantee was established very early on and has stuck. - High Empathy, Low Emotional Control – doesn’t like people hurting and always tries to defend them, sometimes to his own detriment (confronting Reggie, starts a fucking bar fight), apologises for things whether they’re his fault or not- Jughead has to point out when he’s teasing him. Jus saying my friends gotta do dat w/ me all the time- COMFORT CLOTHES!! The boy got big and buff but didn’t buy any new clothes making all his adorable cardigans and tshirts too small??? That’s bc they’re comfortable. No he doesn’t want new clothes thank you very much bc these are /his/ clothes and he likes them. - “Hey guys we’re getting in over our head we should go to our parents.” It might be late but at least Fred knows he’s getting SOMETHING through to Archie. - I don’t know if you know this but Vegas is actually a service dog (it’s true Vegas told me himself) - Can this boy actually sit still? I doubt it.

Anyway, there’s a little run down of why Archie is autistic and also why I love him. Feel free to check out my tag for these things which you can find under ‘autistic archie’ or ‘autistic riverdale’.

[angeltaxidermy]

rules: always post the rules, answer the questions given, write 11 questions of your own, tag 11 people.

i was tagged by @leblonde (who i would die for and im so sorry i posted so late? i just,, forget things a lot lmao love u!!)

1. whats the proudest youve ever been?

mmmm my freshman year my art teacher entered me in like this big contest and like it was so cool? i didnt win but it was so fun and all the art was amazing!

2. where is your favourite place in the world?

most places in maine are honestly so stunning,, when i grow older id love to live there

3. what is the most used emoji on your phone?

i actually hate emojis so much i rarely use them, but it’s the one with two hearts, ill add it later on mobile lmao

4. what tv show are you in the middle of watching?

im watching the office for the first time, and im also rewatching voltron bc im way too excited for s3

5. what talent are you most envious of in others?

being able to like, focus on anything ever. i have ADD so focusing on like doing homework or listening in class is just the worst ugh

6. is there a song that makes you cry? why?

hmm i dont actually cry that much, but a few songs do make me tear up. cope graveyard and swallow by teen suicide (something sbout his voice in them idk) jus’ tired by car seat headrest (theyre basically my fave band and the way he says ill love you in the morning,, it gets to me) and that song from dumbo where his mom is being taken away oh my goD that song makes me sad

7. whats your favourite painting? 

GOD I HAVE SO MANY I FUCKING LOV E ART,, but my fave is probably this painting i have of a moon goddess that ive had since i was a baby, i have no idea who made it, but it means so much to me

8. what personality trait do you like most about yourself?

im very good at calming people down and making them feel wanted. i was raised around special needs kids so im basically an expert on how to calm ppl down and stuff, and ive been able to help a lot of ppl :’)

9. what sound or noise do you love?

my cat meowing,, thats the good stuff

10. what was the first book that you loved?

the giving tree bc that book honestly changed everybodys life jesus,, little me loved it so much

11. ive just given you a billion dollars, whats the first thing you do with it?

go to cuba and finally meet my grandma, shes stuck there and ive never met her and i want to see her at least once ://

i tag @annoyingicing @angelsaharah @themessthatiam @emilysshook @thiccphan and all of my mutuals, id list u all but its a lot

my questions for u lovly ppl:

1. how did you discover your favourite band/singer?

2. if you could bring anybody back from the dead, would you, and who would it be?

3. how did you meet you best friend? 

4. have you ever read or seen something that has changed your perspective on life?

5. do you fear the future, or embrace it?

6. do you have any hobbies that people might not know you enjoy?

7. have you gone through any cringey phases that you regret?

8. do you forgive the person thats hurt you most in life?

9. do you prefer movies, musicals, or books?

10. if you could trade lives with any celebrity for a day, who would it be?

11. how much do you love me ;00 just kidding lmao, why did you decide to follow me?

[kkospixels]

New Fursona(s?): Hiss n’ Trill.

Still reference

Trill: Happy, friendly, and cuddly Red Panda, who loves to run and do things. Wears shorts because they’re comfy and easy to wear. Eyes are always closed, likes to joke around, and shortens most of what he says. Beneath the cat-like smile, there are razor-sharp teeth. He’ll destroy someone if he needs to. He’s 4′ tall, and enjoys running around, humming calming music themes…Etc. Will accept most compliments, show off the most gay, and just.. Generally be happy. Probably makes “SHF” noises when they move fast. Skinny under all that fluff. Tries their best to not curse. Flirt machine. Talkative. Heck the rules. Loves cuddling and hugs.

Hiss: Almost always pissy, Tsundere, and lazy Raccoon. They wear a hoodie, some sweat-pants, and some very nice and cute comfy socks. Will deny any compliments on their look, art, or just.. Generally anything. Loves Hates being called cute, annoying people, and pretty much everything. I don’t think they blink. They are actually much softer than Trill, and.. very much likes hugs and cuddles and stuff. Will never admit it to you in person. Probably would wear a cute poncho if they really wanted to. Curses all the time. Not so talkative unless you start talking first. Very very inclined to the rules. 4′ tall, and easy to pick up. Likes(?) being picked up.

Trill: “Whas’up? Howzitgoin? Hey, I really like cats, th’ ones with the.. Y’know.. Cute things n’ stuff.” “Heyyy, howzitgoin? Yer’ lookin’ p’ nice, maybe as nice as how much I lov’ ya’.” “Thank me? No, Thank ya’. For existin’ on th’ planet an’ jus’ bein’ here. You’re such a great person n’ I’m glad t’ be knowin’ ya’, cutie.” “How. Dare. You. Be th’ cutest. ;>”

Hiss: “You fucking shit. I fucking knew it was you, you ass-sucking fucking shit.” “Wh- My- I am not cute. Cease these shenanigans and- s-stuff-” “……i won’t tell you to stop nuzzling.” “……you fucking moronic piece of shit, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE SOME KINDA CUTE MOTHERFUCKER??? AM I THE CUTE MOTHERFUCKER??? I DONT THINK SO? ARE YOU BLIND?? STOP???” “…thisisnice”