#i just wanted to make a bob announcement lol

[scionshtola]

bob era is real and happening

[yeahxsurexokay13]

bragger, lando norris

summary: fans constantly tease yn for always bringing lando up and being a bit of a simp for her boyfriend - which only gets worse after his first f1 win - so she writes a song about how if they were her they'd do the same.

warnings: none i think??? but let me know if i missed any. the song mentioned is 'bragger' by kelsea ballerini!! (((:

IN HONOUR OF LANDO'S VERY FIRST WIN !! 🥇

y/n.updates

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y/n.updates Y/n's interview with WIRED where she answers the web's most searched questions about her is now out! Go give it a watch 😄

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fan1 she looked painfully beautiful in this

fan2 how was lando in the answer for questions like 'does y/n speak spanish?' or 'is y/n a good singer?' lol

fan7 she said she didn't remember much from high school but knew some words lando had been taught by carlos sainz and that her boyfriend tells her she is... it kind of isn't that weird if u think about it haha

user1 The more I see of her, the more I like her

fan7 i spy with my little eye 1.6K people with no taste

fan3 interview was everything I hoped for and more! she's hilarious and relatable as always

fan4 new drinking game: take a shot every time she mentions lando

fan5 I've watched it like 5 times already lol

fan6 we need a tally for how many times Y/n drops 'Lando' in her interviews. can someone make that happen?

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l the vibe i bring to the function (ugly crying on facetime) !!! so incredibly happy for you @/landonorris. you did it 🧡🧡🧡

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y/n.y/l also congrats @/oscarpiastri and everyone else at mclaren for an amazing race ((((:

oscarpiastri thank you Y/n! 🧡 ❤️ by author

landofan4 ok this is very cute and nice of her🥺🥺

fan1 ARE YOU STILL CRYING ? BECAUSE I AM DEFINITELY STILL CRYING

y/n.y/l started crying on lap 54 and haven't stopped since

fan2 new post from my fave lando norris fan account yay (also go lando!!!!!!)

user1 Well deserved 👏🏼👏🏼

landofan3 soy lago

y/n.y/l same

lnfour LFGGGG ❤️ by author

fan3 How many times do you think Y/n's going to mention Lando's win in the next week? Taking bets now

maxfewtrell It's the messy hair and smudged mascara for me

y/n.y/l knew i should've gone for the 'perfectly composed while crying' look instead 😔

landofan1 rip lando nowins: 2019-2024 ❤️ by author

landofan2 "you were scared? i wasn't. i was ok (laughs). thank you. i love you" lando 🥹🥹🥹

fan5 when did he say that? omg

landofan2 f1 posted a reel on their profile and you can hear him talking to her!

mclaren LANDO NORRIS IS A FORMULA 1 RACE WINNER 🏆

y/n.y/l I AM SO NOT CALM ABOUT THIS ??!!?

user2 i could've sworn i saw her at the race? why are they facetiming?

fan4 they could barely speak after the win tbh! this is probably a call in between interviews

user2 today's bottle smash hit different ❤️ by author

landonorris I've said this like a million times already today but I love you so much

y/n.y/l i love you i love you i love you i love you

y/n.y/l

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y/n.y/l if he was yours, you'd do the same without apologising... new single 'bragger' out now!!!! 💋💋

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fan6 WHAT HAPPENED TO HWLLO ?? HOW ARE YIU ??

y/n.y/l 🫢🫢

fan1 "he's just too damn good not to mention" .....................i mean she is right we'll give that to her ❤️ by author

landofan1 USING THESE SPECIFIC PICS OF LANDO TO ANNOUNCE THE RELEASE OF A SINGLE ABOUT BRAGGING ABOUT HIM IS WILD !!!!

landofan5 that last video is doing things to me.........

landonorris i'm confused does anyone know who this is about?

y/n.y/l no idea 🤷🏽‍♀️ but let me know if you find out xx

landofan4 apparently about some guy named bob?? I'm not sure

fan8 HAHAHA I LOVE THEM

fan2 she really wanted to make sure she'd made her point clear with this dump omfg

fan3 her point: she has a hot bf and we don't

user1 Well played, Y/N. Well played. 🥸

fracisca.cgomes On repeat ❤️❤️

y/n.y/l lindaaaaaaa ❤️

landofan2 knowing all she's saying is about lando makes the song x1000 times better

fan7 so she saw the tweets... 😐

y/n.y/l i saw everything 👀 they were actually hard to miss hahaha

user2 "i understand why you would want him (i don't mind)" queen behaviour !!!!!! 👑👑

fan4 So this is how she gets back at us for all the teasing lol not complaining at all

landofan3 I can't believe this new song is actually inspired by the fans' teasing about Lando!!🤣

fan5 we joked, she delivered!!! bragger is actually a banger👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[ifwebefriends]

My thoughts during “The Sign” [SPOILERS!!!!!]

ID in ALT

More thoughts under the cut

So I think most of us can agree that this is the best episode of Bluey so far. It was so emotional and satisfying in ways that are kinda new for Bluey. It answered so many questions while giving us a few new ones. I’ve been waiting for this episode for months and it did not disappoint in any way.

This is just a Chekov’s firing squad of an episode. As in a lot of stuff that was set up in earlier episodes all pay off in this episode. I kinda understand why people love soap operas now lol. I will say that this episode was a tad overwhelming for me in the best way possible. As in I had to pause and rewind every 30 seconds or so so I could emotionally process what was happening before moving forward (but that’s a me thing). There was just so much going on and I’m happy about that.

Now onto individual thoughts about specific things:

The callback to Baby Race (“you took your first steps in that house!”) really got to me because Baby Race was the first episode of Bluey that I watched and it immediately made me fall in love with it so it just got to me.

When Chilli said “Frisky and I came up here as teenagers to…um…think,” my mind started racing immediately with “what the FUCK happened at the Lookout?” “Who hurt Frisky and/or Chilli?” And I’m just so curious about what made Chilli say that line like that but we’ll probably never know what happened.

So yeah that scene at the end when the music was playing and Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground and Chilli tackled him to the ground ABSOLUTELY CHANGED my brain chemistry y’all. I can’t articulate my feelings any more than that.

I know some people were upset that Brandy ended up getting pregnant but I thought it was great for her! I’m happy for her! And I think that even though she got what she wanted in the end doesn’t negate the feelings she had about her infertility earlier. But I think we’re all wondering who the father is and I don’t know if the show really needs to answer that.

The whole message of “we’ll see” in terms of if something is good or bad is such a mature message that I never really thought of like that so I will be taking that philosophy forward in life. Congratulations Bluey, you managed to teach a 22-year-old childless person something new and insightful about life that I don’t think I’ve learned from another show.

I want to know more about what Bob was going through and feeling and why he went to India, but again, we’ll probably never know.

I just love how the wedding photos were beautiful but imperfect. Like of course we’re not perfect and nothing will ever be perfect but it’s beautiful and worth remembering anyway.

So many little jokes and moments were so funny in a mature way (I.e. “are we allowed to do that?” And Nana thinking there was about to be a baby announcement) were just so funny and memorable.

I think some people would say it’s a cop-out to end up not selling the house after building it up for 2 episodes but I don’t know, I think it works. I think Bluey and Bingo learned a valuable lesson and Bandit (and Chilli kinda) learned it’s not always about making their kids lives “perfect” in their eyes. Also I’m just personally glad they didn’t end up selling the house and I also kinda like that it wasn’t entirely their choice to keep it.

On a more serious note I think this episode has some interesting commentary on like gender roles and gender relations in straight relationships. In this episode Chilli and Frisky (both women) have to deal with their male significant others pressuring them to move with them far away from what they know and love. In the end they don’t end up moving and the men didn’t seem to have like malicious or selfish intent with it, they were just kinda basing their choices off their jobs instead of what’s best emotionally for their loved ones. But I think it’s interesting to have this conflict where gender is kinda brought up in a way (“because your husband is making you”). It kinda plays into the traditional idea of like men are the breadwinners and the family has to move with them regardless of what they actually want. And this episode kinda like deconstructs that and says “no, it’s not always about the job or money, it’s also sometimes about connections and emotional attachment.” And I’m not saying that you should never move or whatever, but really weigh your options. I just thought that it was interesting that this episode kinda touched on that.

So yeah that’s kinda the main thoughts I had on this episode if you made it this far thank you for reading my rambles and have a good one!

[thebearer]

would you be willing to write something along the lines of casual dominant Carmy taking care of his girl who’s injured, maybe working at the restaurant with him? like maybe he’s super pissed at the carelessness causing injuries but also super concerned and caring

(may or may not be inspired by me breaking my finger and having it taped up, chipping the bone in my ankle and hurting most of the toes of the same foot 😅)

i tweaked the plot just a bit but same scenario lol. hope you enjoy!

"Hands!" Carmen yelled, plating the finished bolognese for Tina to grab, nodding at the perfected response. It was busy today, far busier than he expected with the stormy, summer weather, but he couldn't complain. The team was moving like a well oiled machine, customers were happy, and even Richie was in a good, upbeat mood.

"Corner!" Sydney announced, turning the corner abruptly, hand on the store's phone. "Chef, I need you."

"What?" Carmen looked over, adding the finishing garnish to the dish before putting it on the serving station. "What's the matter?"

Sydney hesitated, turning to Tina. "Tina, can you cover please? Just for a second?"

"Yes, Chef." Tina nodded, moving to Carmen's station, and ripping another order out.

"What's goin' on? Is it the freezer again? Fuckin' Richie-"

Sydney shook her head, nodding towards Carmen's office. "It's for you." Nodding to the phone in her hand.

"For me?" Carmen's eyes bulged, heart skipping a beat. "Are they mad?" His voice dropped low, eyes cutting to her's.

"No, no, not like that." Sydney shook her head. "It's a personal call. Look, I-I'll go cover for you."

Then Carmen was left, standing alone in his office, cradling the phone with a blinking hold line. He recognized the number nearly immediately- your number. Why would you call him at work? On the store phone? Suddenly, he was taken back to New York, standing in the kitchen after the dinner rush, looking at Sugar's name flash over and over and over on his phone.

His stomach turned, hands shaking when he answered it. "H-Hello?"

"Hi, Carmy." Your voice sounded small, a little wobbly- like you'd been crying. He was sure he was gonna be sick now.

"Hey," Carmen breathed, trying to still the beating in his chest. "What-What's goin' on? You alright? I-I didn't have my phone on me, but-"

"I'm alright." You soothed. "Well, I mean, for the most part. I... I'm at the emergency room."

That was all Carmen needed to hear, snatching his things out of the top drawer and bounding around the corner towards the back, shouting at Sydney to handle it, and cursing furiously when the line went dead.

Carmen walked through the dreaded halls of the emergency room, under the sickening fluorescence until he found your room. You looked up at him, eyes still red rimmed with left over tears, your friend chatting next to you.

"Hey, you alright?" Carmen pushed through the door, clumsily bounding towards your bedside. He still had his apron on, drove here in his fucking clogs he could barely press the pedals on, mind racing too quickly to care.

"Yeah, 'm alright." You muttered, looking down at your bandaged arm. "I burned myself and it was pretty bad. Jordie got scared and wanted to make sure it was treated." You nodded towards your friend.

Carmen felt the lump in his throat, bobbing with every movement of his head. "Yeah, I, uh, I see that." He looked carefully at the gauze.

"I'm gonna go," Jordie said, looking over at you gently. "If you're good with that."

"Yeah, I'll be alright now. Thank you." You hugged her with your good arm, Carmen muttering a thank you as she left.

Carmen sat beside you, hand falling over your leg. "How'd you do that, baby? What happened?"

You sighed, frustrated, maybe a little embarrassed. "It's so stupid." You could feel the tears flooding your water line again, Carmen's hand soothing them with tiny rubs. "I was making brownies for me and Jordie so we could have, like, a chill little movie day. And-And I wasn't even thinking, we were just talking, and I grabbed the tray out of the oven without a mitt." Your lip wobbled.

Carmen's eyes softened, cooing at you lightly. "And-And I freaked and didn't want to drop the tray so I threw it in the water, and then I ran my hand under cold water, like you said to do, but it was blistering really bad already and-and I don't know it looked like it was bleeding, and we were both freaking out because it hurt so fucking bad, so she took me here."

"That was good." Carmen nodded, your watery gaze meeting his. "No, that-that was the right thing to do. Could get infected."

"It's gonna cost so much." You muttered, looking down at your feet. "I-I should've called you- I tried to, but you didn't answer and... I just got scared."

"Don't worry about it." Carmen shook his head, reaching out to wipe a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. "You got insurance, we'll figure it out, alright? Just... You did the right thing, baby."

You took a shaky breath, curling into his touch, cheek to the palm of his hand. "The doctor said it was third degree." You muttered.

Carmen sucked a breath in. "Ouch. That's gonna hurt tomorrow. They give you anything for it?"

You nodded. "It's at the pharmacy. Some cream and bandages and something for the pain."

"Good." Carmen nodded. "We'll stop on the way home, ok? You gotta make sure you keep it clean, alright? Be gentle with it. Take it easy, ok? Can't get it infected."

You rolled your eyes lightly, rubbing your eyes with your free hand. "I will." You nodded.

"I know you will. I'll make sure you do, alright? I'll help you, baby." Carmen cooed, taking your wrist gently in his hand, pressing a soft kiss to the bottom of the bandage.

"I didn't mean for you to leave, Carmy." You sighed, blinking at him gently. "You didn't have to leave for me-"

"-Yeah, I did." Carmen said, a finality in his tone that left no room for argument. "Don't say that to me. You know I'm gonna come check on you. You're hurt."

"And it's dinner." You countered. "I was just letting you know."

"And I'm glad you did." Carmen said sincerely. "But I wanted to come. Syd's got it. I called Sugar on the way here, and she's gonna help Richie out front, and I'm gonna take you home. Make sure you're all good."

Carmen took extra caution, listening to the doctor's orders before your discharge- as if he didn't know most of the protocol. He was meticulous about your schedule for the next few days, texting you when to take your medicine, clean your gauze, not hold your phone in your injured hand. Everything he could to make sure you felt better, even making those brownies for you- from scratch, this time, which beat your Betty Crocker box ones.

[jungle-angel]

The Apples Of The Teacher's Eyes (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob have a little surprise for your students before the start of school vacation

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia Helena my dear, you officially have me desperate to write for Teacher!Bob and Teacher!Reader so any time you want a little short story or anything, don't hesitate to ask (lol).

"Alright my evil little henchmen, let's get down to business!" Bob announced, placing a huge, heavy old book onto his desk.

"To defeat the huns!" sang one of the students.

"Don't even start it Callum," Bob warned him. "I already had to hear it from the choir teacher and I don't need to hear it again."

Callum snickered as the students all moved the desks together while Bob fixed the chalkboard drawing he had made as well as the notes for the new lesson block.

"Alright," Bob announced. "So yesterday we wrapped up our studies on Ancient Rome and now we're starting the Vikings. How many of you guys in Mrs. Floyd's literature class started reading the Norse epics?"

Only a few had raised their hands.

"Ok so just a couple of you," Bob mused. "Well, we're gonna start right at the beginning by getting a lay of the land and the geography of the regions in this particular civilization. Then we're gonna get into key figures, battles, events and all that before we get into any kind of literature, music or mythology."

Bob's students couldn't have been more excited. Both him and you knew how to make these things come alive and jump right off the pages. The scratch of the chalk and the hushed whispers of his students were the best parts of his day, second only to coming home to you.

He knocked at the chalkboard with a free finger, his hand still holding the chalk with smears of stray dust coating his fingertips. "Here we go guys," he said. "Lay of the land.....what can you tell? Alonso?"

"Alot of ocean all around so it must've been a seafaring kind of society," Alonso Garcia answered.

"You would be right," Bob pointed out. "Anybody else? Birdy?"

"I remember from our geography main lesson that there were also rivers, fjords and lakes which made boat travel a staple part of life," Birdy O'Connor answered.

"What else? Elen?"

"I noticed too that there's lots of islands that fly off the peninsulas too," answered Elen O'Neill, the curly redheaded girl in the front row.

"All very excellent points," Bob answered. "Twenty points to Gryffindor."

The students laughed a little before Bob continued on with the lesson.

"Now if we remember too," he continued. "People were more likely to settle in and around the sea rather than further inland....."

"With a damn good reason," you joked, poking your head in the door and scaring the ever living shit out of Bob.

"MRS. FLOYD!!!!!" the students shouted.

"SHHHHH!!!" you shushed sharply, holding your finger to your lips. "Do not.....I repeat.....DO NOT wake the baby."

"Oh my Lord you brought the baby?!" Elen gasped.

All of your students clambered to see the little carseat you carried on your arm, carefully moving aside so you could set it on the desks that had been pushed together. Inside was yours and Bob's newborn son, August Robert, who was so tiny he looked like he was being swallowed up by his blanket.

"Oh my God he's so cute!"

"He looks just like Mr. Floyd."

"Look at those little cheeks!"

"Oh my God, I wanna get married so I can have one!"

Bob blushed and bit his knuckles when he heard that out of Elen and so didn't you.

Auggie started to squirm a little, a wakeful little coo making everybody fall quiet as Bob moved to unbuckle him and pick him up. "Shhhh.....shhhh......you're ok.......you're ok," Bob whispered, bringing Auggie carefully to his chest, blanket and all, the baby's whimpering quieting right down as soon as Bob began to gently pat his back.

You and the students couldn't help but take picture after picture on their phones of Bob with the baby, the besotted look on his face making you melt.

"Alright guys, let's get back into it," Bob announced.

"Aw c'mon!" groaned the students as they sat back down.

You laughed a little before Bob kissed you. "You're supposed to be at home resting Mrs. Floyd," he whispered, still gently rocking Auggie in his arms.

"And miss all of this?" you chuckled. "Hell no."

Bob smiled and kissed you again, loving the thought of you sitting in on the main lesson and the ooing and ahhing from the students as he both taught and rocked Auggie at the same time.

[honeeslust]

Choso | our night

I saw a band and I was inspired. I almost used the actual name of the band but idk if I can do that legally so I’ll let you deduce who it actually was lol.

Scenario: Your fiancé a Choso takes you to see your favorite band.

🔞‼️🔞‼️🔞NSFW🔞‼️🔞‼️🔞

You’ve dropped countless hints to your fiance about wanting to see Slumber Gods in concert. You were absolutely fixated on the bad and hadn’t been able to listen to anything else for months. You even started checking to see where they would be and if they toured.

The day you saw that they announced their US tour you ran through your house screaming to tell him. He smiled at you and seeing how excited you were, how could he say no?

Now that you were standing in the crowd, you tried your best not to cry. Life had gotten hectic. The kids school fees were do and the house needed some work from the damage the last summer storm had done. By the time you had the money for tickets they had sold out or were just simply too overpriced.

You sulked and pouted, but it’s life. But still… that habit of checking has become your morning ritual. Email. Tik-tok. Messages. Slumber Gods tickets.

Again, there you were running through the house when you saw they added a show and were going to be at the rockfest just downtown Chicago and surprisingly the tickets weren’t insane. But again life happened and after needing all new tires for your car, you know you weren’t going. That is until Choso surprised you with VIP tickets.

And here you were. Standing in the crowd so full of excitement. Your feet hurt from standing in the same spot for almost 3 hours. You were tired from work and the kids and maybe even a little dehydrated after sipping some drinks and walking around in the sun. But none of that mattered.

You were here. After almost six months of fangirling and binging their entire discography. You were here. You looked up at Choso, smiling from ear to ear and thanked him. He always told you that you didn’t need to thank him and so he hushed you with a kiss before you could cry.

No matter how stubborn he could be, no matter if he had a serious attitude problem. No matter if he was completely incapable of putting things back in their place after he used them…You smiled at him because your heart swelled with his love. He always made sure you smiled.

Just as the last of the daylight waned and the crowd grew. Everyone pushed forward trying to get as close as they could. There were people on top of more people making you grow anxious and uncomfortable.

People cheered and chanted. You joined in growing even more excited. Suddenly the lights went up and the roar of the crowd let you know just how much everyone around was just as obsessed with the band in question.

And there he was walking out onto the stage. You screamed as loud as you could but your small voice was lost in the flurry of cries all around. The song started slow, you sang along and started to sway a little.

You smiled up at Choso just before the crescendo began. You told him ahead of time that you were going to lose your mind. He loved their music just as much as you did and his smile was almost as big as yours.

Just as the bass carried into the heavy percussion, you both started throwing your hands and bobbing your head to the insanely beautiful sound of your favorite band. But then out of nowhere you both were shoved forward. Your mouth went dry and your stomach dropped as you looked over to see a woman crying.

But what really made your fight or flight kick in was the sea of moshers just beyond her shoving and slamming their elbows into each other. Choso’s hands tightened around you and you expected him to respond to the shove that sent you both forward. Your hand gripped his arms tight as the panic really started to set in. You didn’t want him getting involved in an altercation and because of his minor anger issues, you started to worry about him. You could hear the music but somehow it slowed and the only thing you could hear was your heart racing as you searched for an opening, any opening.

You didn’t want to leave but you couldn’t stay here. You looked to your side again and the woman who was punched was gone. How did she get out? There’s nowhere to go. The people around you were trying their hardest to avoid the rowdy mob. Choso felt your anxious grip tightening around his arms. Your head was fixed in the ruckus unfolding in the crowd and you felt like you couldn’t breath.

Just as you wanted to say something to Choso, you felt his hand under your chin. Gently, he turned your head back to the direction of the stage. His arms hugged you close to him and your breath started to regulate as you focused on the music.

The first song ended and the next began. Again, the crow soared before delving into madness. Every time you tried to look around, he held you close and brushed the top of your head trying to make sure you enjoyed the show.

The gesture was so sweet for him, but not at all surprising. Nothing would stop you from enjoying that moment. He may not have seen every time you cried and every time you felt hopeless over something so trivial. But he knew what this meant to you, and that meant he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin your night.

You relaxed against him and rocked from side to side swaying to the slower melody of the song. The singers words melted in your eager ears so much more differently. Your body absorbed the beautiful sounds of every instrument. The rest of the world floated away as you grinded against him. He squeezed your hips with one hand and the other cradled you across your chest.

Choso moved with your body perfectly. You both sang the words ignoring the chaos that unfolded behind you. Song after song, your nerves settled. Choso kept you pressed against his as long as you needed to be. He was always so protective of you. He alway made you feel safe. He always knew how to read you.

All of this had you ready to fuck him right there in the crowd. You soaked up every joyous moment as you grinded on your man, feeling good and looking good. The show ended beautifully and slowly the crowd dispersed. You followed after him as he led you back to the car. Every now and again he’d look back at you and smile.

Once inside the car you didn’t hesitate. You climbed over and mounted him. His hands went straight for your ass. His lips were so plush against yours and you could taste the beer on his tongue as you swirled yours around it.

“You wanna do it right here?” His bright smile was cute even if he was only teasing you. Ever since you had become parents, you hadn’t done the things you used to, like hooking up in a parked car.

“Shut up. Keep kissing me.”

He obliged, kissing you slower, deeper. He stripped you out of your top and smothered his face in your neck. His mouth made you moan while he worked to undo your bra.

Immediately you regretted taking your tiny car as you had to maneuver around the small space to get your tight jeans off.

Choso scooted the seat as far back as it would go and laid back. You leaned over the center console, ass up high for him to see as you undid his pants. He helped you pull his rock hard length from his boxers and your mouth watered.

You swirl your tongue around the tip. A hand was on your ass squeezing while you admired the glistening head of his cock twitching in your small hands.

His dark hair fell in his face covering his pretty eyes as he watched himself disappear inside your mouth. You gagged on him over and over, slurping up all the drool as your forced him down your throat.

Choso’s moans mixed with grunts as he palmed your fatty with one hand and pushed your face deeper into his crotch with the other. He bucked his hips and you pulled your hands behind your back. He took your wrists with one hand and held them at the arch of your back as her fucked your face.

Drool spilled free from your mouth and your tears stained your face with your mascara. Your jaw ached and your throat was being stretched but you didn’t care. It’s the least you can do for your man.

“Ohhh I love your fucking mouth.” He says shocking you.

Normally he’s a silent lover but tonight must have him feeling extra saucy.

You can feel him starting to throb at the back of your throat. “Fuck fuck fuck, baby.” He curses and pulls you back to sit on it. You lower yourself slowly and sit all the way down. He swirls himself inside you making you wince. You tilt your hips to get your angle right, and then you start to move. Choso grips your thick hips, rocking you back and forth onto him.

Immediately you're moaning and creaming for him. He felt so good that you hadn’t even noticed the people returning to the car next to you. You lean forward onto him trying to hide but you knew the tints were dark enough that you couldn’t see inside. You try and wait for them to get in their car and go but Choso wants you to keep riding him.

“Cmon” he says thrusting up from under you.”

A small yelp escapes and you shudder.

“I won’t be able to be quiet, can’t we just wait until they leave?”

Choso’s hands start to make your hips move again, “Yes you can baby, just try.”

You can’t turn him down. Not when he’s looking at you like that. Not when he’s got his massive hands around your thick hips while you wonder how you go the whole day without feeling them there.

Choso puts his thumb in your mouth and you suck. Your hand is braced on his chest while you grind on him. You don’t even care what happened to the people next to you. You just want to keep fucking your man. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and presses it softly against your clit. You start to rock your hips faster, making him push up to be deeper.

He’s nestled so deep that it happens so fast. He groans your name and you moan his.

“Fuck you’re gunna make me cum.” You wail rocking the car with your body's movements.

You moved your hips in those circles faster, working out your release by fucking yourself onto him. Choso squeezed your tits as you milked him

You collapsed on his chest panting and squeezing around him and feeling him twitching inside of you.

He kissed your lips before you both got re-dressed. When he pulled out of the garage you looked at him again and smiled. He kissed the back of your hand and told you to get some rest. You laid your head back on the seat and rested your eyes feeling absolutely high off life. The lull of the car flying down the freeway finally helped you to drift easily. Just before you fell under, you whispered, “I’m so glad we finally had our nite, thank you.” And then you slept.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x9, A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, Part V

Previously on TWWGG, it was still Thanksgiving and the Gilmores were headed to the McMansion. I expected a typical Mother-Daughter-Grandparents-blowout re: Lorelai's embarrassing, pathetic, infantile behavior during the tour of Yale, but what I didn't know was that I'd be in for a surprise twist that would delight me to my very core. The younger Gilmores are introduced to some random richies who will be joining them for dinner and nosing in on their business. Lorelai embarrasses everyone by making cringy jokes, Rory attempts to speak some abysmal sounding French. At dinner the subject of college applications comes up and the random and nosy rich people are rightfully floored by Rory's admission that she's only applied to one school.

Wait for it...wait for it...

In a most stunning act of courage, of medal-worthy bravery, Rory defied Lorelai and went behind her back to submit an application to Princeton, and is admitting to it, which makes Lorelai hopping mad! LOL! She makes a total fool of herself in front of her parents, Rory, and the random rich people! CRY BITCH CRY! I can honestly say I have never been more proud of Rory Gilmore. YOU GO GIRL!

Excuse me bish, who's WE?

Golly gee, I wonder why Rory didn't want to tell you and felt she had no other choice but to go behind your back.

In order to avoid your wrath she had to go behind your back just to AGREE TO MAKE PLANS TO VISIT YALE TO WALK AROUND AND LOOK AT THE BUILDINGS! Leave my poor courageous baby alone.

HAHAHA SHE'S SO MAD! HAHAHAA LOL

(Sighs in Princeton)

Two Sports Announcers Named Bill and Bob (one is really excitable and the other is the calm one): Bill: OHHH! THE YOUNG GILMORE GOES IN FOR THE KILL! The one-two Yale punch! I don't think Lorelai is going to recover from this one, Bob. Bob: No siree, the younger Gilmore really went straight for Mom's jugular with the Yale application reveal. We're witnessing some truly first world problems here, Bill.

Bill: Ouch! Lorelai hits back with the "My daughter is a brainless extension of me who can't possibly be trusted to make her own decisions" Bob: Brutal, Bill. Absolutely brutal. Bill: This will certainly land the Younger Gilmore in years of intense therapy. Lorelai: BUT WHY? WHY YALE? Girl, we've been over this. Now Lorelai believes Rory and the elder Gilmores have been holding secret Talk About Yale meetings behind her back. When they had time to do that, I don't know, because the start of the Great 2002 Yale Debacle was only one episode prior. Oh, I'm sorry, Lorelai thinks there were "Emails". Richard and Emily know what email is?

Sure Lorelai, you're not paranoid, and Taylor Doose isn't funneling money from the bridge repair fund into his own pocket to take trips to Maui and Jess Mariano didn't slaughter Shane on the football field behind the school after the DanceMurderThon and dump her body in the lake. Pshhh. People and their crazy conspiracy theories, right?

Lorelai is really confused by this foreign concept of people changing their minds about things.

Are you there God? It's me, CrazyPantsMcGee.

Is Lorelai looking up at the sky hoping...God himself will intervene? Does she want God to come down from the heavens and tell Rory to listen to Mommy and that she sinned when she went behind her back and applied to Yale?

You're talking to a brick wall here, Em. She doesn't understand the confusing concepts of things like backup schools, changing one's mind, or how hitting on her daughter's boyfriend is inappropriate. Give up.

Digestion time is over. E: You wont let Rory have even one piece of our lives? You hate us that much? Lorelai doesn't respond and just rolls her eyes so that's how you know Emily is right and that Lorelai can't admit she's wrong or it will eat her up inside just like the worms that ate up Shane's corpse after the DanceMurderThon.

[megamindsecretlair]

Be My Little Darling - Chapter 7

Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Angst. Torture, toxic Loki, use of magic, and mentions of survivor's guilt.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. When a shipment goes missing, Loki has to question the kitchen staff and get to the bottom of who's hurting the club.

Word Count: 2,607k

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A/N: There's just something about toxic fictional characters that tears me to bits LOL. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @cantstayawaycani @braverthanthenewworld @monaeesstuff @headcannonxgalore @chaos-4baby @dayjlovesromance @soft-persephone @mybonafidefeelings

Loki could still taste Darling in his mouth and it was driving him insane. He could hardly concentrate as he walked past all of his kitchen staff. He did have the patience of a god but he wondered just what Darling was holding on to. 

If it were a matter of logic, he could present you with the facts of your attraction. As soon as you came to work for him, you drew an aura around you that captivated him. Not many people or things did. You had an easy working relationship and it was offset by your chemistry. He had backups for his arguments for why you would make a formidable pair. 

If it were a matter of emotion, he had all manners of ways to appeal to your baser instincts. You always came undone when he touched you. It seemed like you were nearly close every time. He’d take you to the precipice and something called you back. Away from him. 

He wasn’t too proud to admit that he was jealous of it. Of that secret part of you that you held so near and dear in your heart. He wanted the inside of your heart. He wanted your everything. 

The kitchen staff before him trembled and watched him with a wary eye. You hovered in the background. Pride swelled in his chest whenever he’d see you flinch and hiss from him smacking your ass. His hand twitched with the urge to do it again. But alas, more pressing matters were afoot.

“We have a saboteur,” Loki announced. No one twitched. It either wasn’t one of them or they were damn good at lying. He doubted they were that good at lying. Loki stalked back and forth like a caged tiger.

He was sick of the puzzles and games. The mishaps around his club. An attack on his club was an attack on him. He could handle it, but he didn’t want his people harmed or his money interrupted. Whoever the person was…Loki clenched his fists. Perhaps Darling wasn’t the only one wound tight. 

“The past few weeks, there have been accidents and screw ups. Kitchen fires, missing shipments. The other day, our own Angel was hurt on stage in front of witnesses. Our saboteur must be an embittered employee. Perhaps former. I should like to think I’m a fair boss,” he said.

The staff gave each other a look before bobbing their heads up and down. Some were tall, some were short. Some wore white chefs uniforms with aprons and stained kitchen towels thrown over their shoulders. Some had their sleeves rolled up, arms crossed in front of them. A few were shaking. Not from fear of guilt, it didn’t look like. 

“I’ve vetted them myself, Loki. They wouldn’t mess with the club. It’s like home to us,” you said.

“Stay out of this,” Loki demanded. He didn’t need you clouding his judgment in the moment. He needed his wits about him. 

“You. Where were you earlier?” Loki pointed to a man on the end, with short graying hair. The man startled before clearing his throat. “Prep, sir,” he said. 

“And did you see Darling this morning? Sign for the delivery?” Loki asked. 

“No, sir,” he said.

“Who did?” Loki asked. Hands tentatively wavered to the air. Loki questioned them all. They all saw you pop in and say hello. You went to the bay to sign for the shipment, you spoke with Justin, and then left. Justin delayed going outside but when he did, the shipment was gone. Poof. Vanished. 

Loki sighed as he looked at the sorry lot. His patience was precariously thin. He singled Justin out and made him stand forward, away from the others. “Tell me what happened.”

Justin wrung his hands, sweating profusely. Loki didn’t detect magic on the man. But if the saboteur flitted throughout the club undetected, it stood to reason that they’d hide in plain sight as well. Loki didn’t recognize the man from before. He was Asgardian, but was he magical? 

In starts and stops, Justin recounted what happened exactly as the others put it. Stockroom first, bar second. Loki watched Justin as he spoke. Loki huffed a laugh and looked at Justin.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Loki asked before his power unfurled and the kitchen staff behind Justin screamed out in pain. Justin whipped around as the staff were in various states of sinking to the floor. 

“No!” You rushed forward. Loki held out a hand to keep you in place while he cast illusions over the staff. Their worst nightmares were brought to life. Except for Justin. He watched in horror as they writhed.

“Do you not think I can tell when someone is lying to my face?” Loki spoke calmly, jovially as he stepped closer to Justin. He grinned at the man but it was more like a baring of teeth. 

“I swear–”

“Do not swear unless you mean it, wholeheartedly. Their suffering is on your hands,” Loki said. His voice dropped, nearly a seductive whisper. 

“Stop it!” You cried out. Loki ignored you. “If you’re going to punish anyone, punish me!” 

“Admirable, Darling. But not what I’m after.” Loki kept his eyes on Justin. “I will have the truth.” 

The kitchen staff were still screaming. They were on the floor now. Some had merely sat, staring off into space. Shock got them by now. Others were fighting it, wiggling on the ground like listless worms. Justin shook from head to foot. 

“I was in the stockroom!” Justin yelled out. “Oh gods, stop!” 

“You must think so little of your fellow coworkers,” Loki mocked with fake sympathy. 

“Loki, you bastard! Let them go,” you yelled. You pushed against his hold on you. You were a powerful sorceress in your own right, to be able to fight him off. He half wondered why you didn’t use your powers more. 

Loki ignored you. His focus was on Justin, on the way the man dripped with sweat. Whatever he was lying about, Loki would hear the truth. 

Justin sighed. “Stop it! Stop it! I was in the stock room. With…Carter,” Justin said. He hung his head with a sigh of defeat escaping him. 

“Ah,” Loki said. Asgardians didn’t care about that but this Carter person must’ve. Loki released everyone, including you, and they panted on the ground. Their screams died away. Justin looked toward who Loki assumed was Carter but the man turned away from him. 

You rounded on Loki, your earlier pain forgotten, and you pushed Loki. He was immovable. He arched a brow at you and smirked. 

“You had no right!” You yelled. “You don’t punish employees like that! Ever!” 

“I have every right!” Loki’s voice boomed and echoed in the tiled expanse of the kitchen. “I own this space, this club, the floor we walk on, and those in my employ. It’s mine!” He advanced on you, getting into your face. Not as a lover this time, but as a true god. The Prince of Asgard. The Heir of Jotunheim. No one stood in his path. No one.

“You will be left with nothing if you continue to push people around like pieces on a chess board!” You pushed him again. And again. Each time, Loki didn’t move because he didn’t want to move. He chuckled at your feeble attempts.

You slapped him. The bright sting of pain made him smile harder. “Bit harder next time, Darling,” he said.

You did slap him harder. He grabbed you by the throat and pulled you in closer. “You’re better than this, Loki,” you managed to squeeze out. 

Loki chuckled and leaned in close. His lips brushed yours. “Do not attempt to tame me,” Loki whispered. He stared into your eyes. He couldn’t decipher the emotions there but he knew desire when he saw it. 

Still, you fought him. Fought the side of you that needed release. It was beginning to irritate him. He was a god brought low by the part you refused to share. He wanted it. Like a spoiled child reaching for the last slice of cake when no one else had any. 

You were mad at him. So be it. Perhaps you’d finally let go of the control you so desperately clung to. He wanted you to yell, to scream, to punch things. You kept such a tight leash on your emotions. He wanted to pick at the threads keeping your seams together and unravel it until he got your core. 

He wanted the universe inside of you. Every star, every nebula, and every wayward black hole. He wanted your ugly, your beautiful, and your very essence. He wanted and wanted.

You pushed him away. Denied him once again. Loki moved back. 

“We will find the saboteur another way. Not like this,” you said. Your teeth were clenched and you were no longer looking at him. He stared at you until your eyes met his.

“Pray, tell me how then?” 

You didn’t have the slightest fucking clue. You weren’t a fucking detective. But it couldn’t be like this. If he tortured everyone in the club, there would be no one left who wanted to work here. This went beyond a mere occupational hazard. Despite his little tantrum, he did not have the right to treat desperate and hard working people like this. 

These people lost absolutely everything. Their home, their families, their jobs. They were in a foreign land with foreign people and customs. All they had was the club and Loki was too stupid to realize it. Or to care. 

You knew he was cruel. This wasn’t even the first time you’d seen him unleash his powers on someone. It should’ve sickened you. But nothing he did ever turned your stomach. You understood him. Sometimes, emotions were too big and too wild to contain inside. The big ones like lust, rage, euphoria were too much for one body to contain. As much as Loki wanted to project an aura of control and carefree mischief, he was still a man reaching for what everyone else was reaching for: to be understood.

“It must be together,” you said, throwing his earlier words back at him. His eyebrows raised a fraction before smirking. 

“Very well,” he said. 

You sighed. You felt like you had just defused a bomb. You turned to the kitchen staff. “Fan out. Someone saw something and there’s only so many places to hide our ale,” you said.

The staff gave Loki a wide berth as they muttered amongst themselves. You’d have to talk to them individually. Especially Justin and Carter. You had suspected but…

Justin crossed towards Carter. A human with honey-golden skin and dark hair and features. He recoiled from Justin’s touch and wiped at his eyes. You hated that Loki made Justin confess in front of everyone. Who cared if he was in the stockroom? The place was probably crawling with…unpleasant things from all the employees. It was one of the only rooms you could lock. There were no perishables inside so…

You turned to Loki who watched you, cold and calculating as always. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. It would be easier if that were the case. He was the one that always riled you up and yet you were the one that always wanted to soothe him. 

You stepped closer to him. “That can’t happen again,” you said.

“You’re giving me orders?” He asked and smirked. He looked you up and down and you hated that your body reacted instantly.

“Not everything is a damn sexual innuendo. That was too far,” you said.

“Not far enough in my view. Someone is messing with my club. The list of my enemies is not short. The list of my magical enemies is even longer. We are leagues away from a lot of them but it’s not difficult to surmise this is where I am after the destruction Thanos wrought. My enemies could have been snapped or remain in their own realms but someone hates me enough to make the trek here. Instead of facing me they’re…” 

“Intentionally driving you mad?” 

Loki’s lips parted but he nodded. “As a form of…” 

“Punishment? Revenge?” 

“Both. Either.” His nostrils flared as he thought about it. “I’ve made a career of caring for nothing and no one, Darling. I got my own mother killed by being petty when I was confined. But this…this I care about. And the saboteur knows it.” 

You slipped your hand in his. He was as surprised as you were. You forced yourself to hold his hand and look into his captivating eyes. “They’re not trying to harm the place. Their tricks have been, well, petty as well. Hiding shipments, bewitching customers, sending Angel through the stage. They could’ve burned this place to the ground ten times over. They’re not going to take this from us.” Yes, you included yourself in that, don’t make a thing of it.

Loki smiled at you. An expected boyish smile that made his eyes crinkle and made you smile in return. You liked seeing that smile. And pleasure ran through you knowing that you put it there on his face. 

“Uh, the shipment is in the bay.” You looked away from Loki to see one of the dishwashers, Harry, pointing outside. You glanced at Loki who frowned.

You followed him back out into the shipping bay. Sure enough, there was the shipment. Relief passed through the kitchen staff like a tangible thing. They kept their celebrations quiet as they eyed Loki’s reaction.

Together, you walked to the shipment. There was a giant red bow on it like it was a present. You were sure that if you checked the cameras, it would have just appeared. But who? Why? What did the saboteur gain from this? To embarrass Loki?

A dark thought raced through your mind. This would be quite embarrassing. Loki never usually lost his cool or let anyone see past the facade of a devilish club owner. These mistakes and mishaps were undermining Loki’s authority. 

Fear gripped you as Loki approached the shipment. Like any good present, it came with a card. The card was long instead of wide. It was a deep, emerald green and shimmered as he flipped it back and forth. 

You approached and read it over his shoulder. All it said was “remember”. Whatever the fuck that meant. You looked at his face. He scowled at the card as if it were to blame for everything that had been going on here. He flipped it between his delicate fingers. 

“It smells faintly of magic. But I can’t place it,” he said quietly. 

You turned to the staff and discreetly waved them away. They wasted no time getting back inside and getting back to work. Once you were alone, you put your hand on his arm and turned him towards you.

“It stands to reason that whoever this is, is constantly watching and listening in. Leaving this card, they must think they’re winning,” you said.

There was no way to hide what you had puzzled out earlier, so you just told him. He showed no emotion as you told him your theory but his jaw flexed as he thought it over. 

“They want me to react, to split my attention. They will sneak in when I least expect it and strike while I’m distracted.” he said.

“Yes,” you said. 

He smiled and nodded, looking out to the setting sun. He smirked at you. Devil indeed. He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Well, then. Let’s give them a show.” 

Masterlist | Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

[toweroftickles]

Mini-Fic: Tulin Tickles

I completely 100% blame @otomiyaa for this. 😂 Here I was working on normal things, and she went and reblogged an old Tulin post that got my brain working. So this is not great and was spit out very quickly. Lol

The warm Hebra summer wind blew through Tulin’s crest as he nocked an arrow into his Swallow Bow. This was his last shot…he had to make it count. His tongue poked out of his black beak, and he squeezed one eye tight…the wooden bullseye, scarred by dozens of arrowheads, bobbed up and down on a Korok balloon, 200 yards ahead.

“Come on, Tulin, you’ve got it!” Zelda cheered him. Link tossed her a glance that playfully asked “Whose side are you on?”

“Heck yeah! I’m the best archer in Rito history!” declared the young avian, cocky as always. One last cheeky wink at the competition, and then he took off.

Wings flapped. Claws pulled at taught string. The arrow fired off like a rocket through a spiraling wind, and time seemed to stand still. The target was dancing quickly in the air. With a loud and vibrating THUNK, the arrow struck home…

…on the target’s outside edge. It pulled to the side just in the nick of time to avoid a bullseye.

“Ohhh, that was so close!” Zelda announced. “Sorry, Tulin, that’s 30 to 29…Link wins again!” She dove toward Link excitedly and pecked him on the cheek. Tulin’s face fell.

“Awww, maaaannnnn….” he grumbled and kicked the dirt, pouting. All he wanted was to be a great warrior, just like his dad…and Link. But no matter how hard he pushed himself, it never felt like enough. Teba always told him to “take it easy” or “you’re still a child” or “don’t try too hard” and other boring parent stuff…still, nothing excited him more than tearing holes in the sky with his bow. Why, just imagining all the upcoming practice he’d have to do…it quickly turned his frown into a determined grin.

“Well…I’ll get you next time, Link; you just wait!”

Link smiled and nodded at him, and even flashed a thumbs-up for good measure. Tulin returned the favor…he couldn’t possibly stay grumpy with his friends. But as he turned to retrieve his arrows, he didn’t look where he was going, and clumsily bumped right into the princess, who appeared in front of him as if from nowhere. She didn’t seem to mind, though…she was smiling down at him, her head framed by hanging streaks of golden hair, and she was giggling like a schoolgirl who knew a dirty secret. Tulin looked up into her eyes.

What’s she up to?

"Heehee! Remember the rules, Tulin…”

Oh no.

“…the loser has to pay a penalty.”

When Rito became nervous, their whole bodies prickled like fuzzy pinecones as their feathers stood on end. And at that precise moment, Tulin looked like a very fuzzy pinecone indeed. His eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"W-wait...hold on! We don't have to..." The young Rito stumbled backward away from the princess, stammering, seemingly having forgotten that he could fly. She was slowly walking toward him, hands tucked behind her back, her sunny smile hiding evil intent.

"I'll train EXTRA hard for next time, and...a-and...yike!"

Before he could flutter his wings away, Zelda grabbed Tulin by the shoulders and pushed him down into the high grass. He tried to squirm out of her grip, but his leader plunged her fingertips through his feathery coat and wiggled them up and down, pinching like crab claws under his arms and all over his belly.

Oh no.

"Uhuh-HAA!! *hic* Ah HA-HA Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!! *gasp* Aw...vnnn...ffffHA-Ha Ha!! Huh-Heh HA!!" Tulin's chipper voice kept cracking, his hysterical boyish laughter peppered with shrieks and hiccups as he struggled wildly. He was flapping around like a...well...a Cucco with its head cut off.

"Heh! Your giggle is contagious, Hn-Hn Hn!" Zelda cooed sweetly, lost in her own joyful snickers. She was loving every second of this. “Heehee! Awww, Link; he's sooo ticklish...”

"Luh…Link, HA-HA HA! M-make her stahahop!!” Tulin’s cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and they hurt from smiling. He hated this…why wouldn’t Zelda stop treating him like a baby? Surely his closest friend, his big brother, the Hero of Hyrule, would rescue him. Surely…right?

No such luck. Link was laughing too. Instead of helping, he knelt down and rummaged through his travel pack, ever the sovereign’s obedient knight…the gears in his head were visibly turning. Out of his supplies he pulled a strange, squirmy object and tossed it near the tussling knot formed by his two friends.

It was a green Lizalfos tail.

The severed appendage, unaware its owner had died, suddenly snapped like a whip and coiled itself around Tulin’s right ankle. It felt cold and craggy and squeezed too tight. Was it trying to snare prey for a non-existent mouth? Tulin couldn’t say…

…he was too busy cracking up. The tip of the tail was flicking back and forth and tickling his foot. He was laughing so hard he’d almost gone silent. Tears stung his eyelashes.

"Hhhhuh, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! *gasp* Heheh...NGHa-Ha Ha-Ha HAA Haha-Ha!! H…Hehehelp! Uncle!!!"

But then, out of nowhere and quite instinctively, Tulin was startled to remember something: his Vow.

A huge, cold gust of wind blasted from his flapping wings. The Lizalfos tail ripped from his leg and careened far into a field beyond, and the princess of Hyrule was thrown into the air with the force of a Hinox arm.

She cried out in surprise. Link immediately hopped up to catch her, and although his arms were at the correct height, he misjudged the distance. Zelda’s butt crashed right into his chest cavity, and the wind was knocked completely out of him. He choked, eyes bulging, unable to breathe, and the two crumpled into a heap on the knoll.

Spurred by a mix of shock, guilt, humiliation, and a sore stomach, Tulin sat up in the grass and stared, jaw hung open.

He wanted to be mad. He wanted to huff and pout and not talk to either of them for a day or two.

But looking at Link and Zelda sprawled on top of each other like that, all Tulin could do was laugh.

**************

[erikiara80]

Theory: Jancy’s first lie scene is also about Jopper and the curse

I was rewatching Murray scenes in S2 and S3 and I noticed something in this one I never did before. This could be a big evidence that young Jopper, or at least Hop, are really cursed and that they probably were together in the og timeline.

I talk about the possible hints that they were married and are Will and El’s parents here

So, I think the first parallel/connection is when Nancy and Jon mention the theory that El is russian (later they also drink vodka)

This is foreshadowing of Jopper’s storyline in S4, not Jancy’s. Hopper is in Russia, Joyce gets a doll from him but Murray suspects it might be pregnant with an explosive device. Something Owens compares El to a few episodes later. And interestingly the doll is actually “pregnant” with the message that Hopper is alive.

Then the first lie scene. If the vodka and the mention of Russia are foreshadowing of Jopper’s storyline in S4, this could be about their past

After Nancy and Jon say that they're just friends, Murray laughs. "You told me a lot of shockers today but that... that is the first lie.”

That reminded me of the First Shadow. In my defence, I couldn’t make the connection before they announced the prequel, lol.

And @chirpsythismorning noticed something very interesting. The song that plays when Hopper is stuck in the tunnels in S2 is Shadow in the tunnel. That doesn’t mean that he is the shadow, but that he is associated with it. 

Nancy insists: "It's not a lie." Murray: "No? You're young, attractive, you've got chemistry, history. Plus, the real shit. Shared trauma." This could be about young Jopper too. Because we know that something bad happened way before 1983. In 1959, the year Hopper said he started to feel cursed.

Murray continues and tells Jon (our Hopper here): "Trust issues, am I right? Something to do with your dad." 

"No, I mean, my dad is..." 

Nancy: "An asshole." This is about Lonnie, but it could also be about Hopper's father, who thought his son was a piece of shit.

@shippingfangirl013​ I have to quote you here:  And the “my dad is…” “An asshole” Paired with the “well they must have gotten married for some reason” in S1. “I wasn’t around for that part” = Jonathan’s parents being in love.

Yep.

And then Murray mentions a curse: “It's a curse to see so clearly."

First lie, First Shadow, and a curse...

Hopper is the only character who’s been saying since S1 that he feels like he’s cursed. In S4 he even says that HE is the curse. And Jo pointed out that episode 4x02, Vecna’s curse, starts with Hopper apparently dying, only to reveal that he’s actually alive. Hm, stuck in a loop, maybe? I’m working on a post about Hopper and the curse, but I’ll just say that after he wakes up in 4x02, we see Max wake up too, from a Vecna nightmare, we see the poster of The Endless Summer and hear the clock-bike sound effect. Here the video.

But back to Murray and the first lie. It’s Nancy’s turn. Murray tells her that she wants safety (like Joyce)

Then another big parallel with Jopper. The We like Steve (Bob) But we don’t love Steve (Bob) 

Murray calls Nancy out. Saying that she loves Steve (Bob) is the second lie of the evening (and so is Joyce not being with Jim, the man she loves)

As Kayla says: Safety = Bob = MK Ultra manipulation, because of the flashbacks she has in S3 after being around Hopper.

Then THIS poster. It never made much sense to me when I thought about Jancy. But it makes a lot of sense if the scene is not just about them, but a parallel with Jopper and Hopper, the cursed one.

Here another parallel. Murray tells Nancy and Jon to have sex. The same thing he tells Joyce and Hopper in S3.

(red and yellow here, El and Will’s colors)

And I think this is important. That night Nancy and Jonathan GET together, and we don’t see the poster when they kiss, because they're not the ones that are cursed. Hopper and Joyce Maldonado are. The part with Murray is the parallel with Jopper’s past. Someone has been watching them for a very long time.

Note: The poster is a Big Brother poster. Brother, The lost brother, the original title of The Lost sister, an episode with tons of references to One and the lab (here, here and here)

Kayla also made another great connection with the song at the end of S2, Every breath you take. Maybe it’s not just about Will or El. It’s about their family. They’re all there. Will, El, Jonathan, Hopper and Joyce.

And the last words we hear before the last shot, the Mind Flayer looming over the school: Oh don’t you see? You belong to me

(Water is always involved too, right? Sorry, just wanted to point it out)

So, in conclusion I think that this Jancy scene is Jopper coded and maybe it tells us what happened to them. 

The question is: why is Hopper cursed? Were he and the others there, Joyce, Bob, maybe Scott Clarke, when the exorcism happened and something went wrong? Or maybe they stopped Betty, who wanted to help Henry, because they wanted to protect her (if she's really Bob's sister it makes sense) But without her help, something horrible happened. Or maybe something bad happened to her.

I feel like Hopper did something that changed everything. Maybe he thought he was doing the right thing but he was wrong and made things worse. We’ll see!

Anyway, I really like this theory. Tagging you too @lilitblaukatz​ 

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rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

Favourite colour: black and green 🖤💚

Last song: back to the primitive by soulfly (ive been slowly working my way through max cavaleras entire discography, current highlights are roots by sepultura, and primitive + totem by soulfly)

Currently reading: picture of dorian gray, started rereading it after that stupid netflix show announcement and remembered that i actually really love this book. Man i am not looking forward to that show

Currently watching: im working my way through bobs burgers again bc it's the perfect show to put on in the background when youre too tired to focus on anything

Currently craving: one (1) decent nights sleep. Just one. 8 consecutive hours of restful sleep. Surely thats not too much to ask for. Ive been awake since 4am

Coffee or tea: tea with honey <3

Hobby to try: i wanna get back into life drawing so so bad, but unfortunately every class is like 30 quid now. Like i know i can use line of action and photos but it's not the same!

Current au: that dorian gray but theyre brothers and lokis a painter obsessed with thor au has been on my mind a lot recently. Theres also a modern au metalhead thorki au ive been thinking about, but it takes place in a really specific nightclub where i live lol (tbh it's less of an au and more a flimsy pretext to make playlists and design battle jackets)

Tagging @thot-son-of-odin @thortwenty151 @thisdorkyblogthing @abby118 @moopzies @simuran and anyone else who wants to <3

[quintessencewrites]

Breathe

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

"It's like deja vu, isn't it baby?" Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck.

Warnings: Fluffiness, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 2k+

Tags: @letitias-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @zestgodtj @doms-fav @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @k3nn3dyxo @dayjlovesromance @remwritess

A/N: this took forever to get out :( but best believe, I got some good things in the works for y'all. This series is gonna continue until I run out of ideas.

A/N 2: This is NOT Desire pt. 2. That's coming! I wasn't expecting yall to want more to that so gimme some time to think it up lol.

Translations: Genius yam entle - my beautiful genius; usana - baby; nkosazana yam - my princess.

Inhale, Exhale.

Again.

Inhale. Count one, two, three, four. 

Exhale and release the anxiety; release the tight muscles.

The technique learned after two years of therapy always proved to be helpful, especially during times like this.

A sudden force on my back pulls me out of my meditated breathing and throws me back into the chaos that surrounds me. Voices drowning one another out and a sea of white gowns overtook my senses. 

“It’s like deja vu, isn’t it baby?” Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck. I take the pretty brown hand dangling in my face and adorn it with the most gentle kiss I could muster. 

Hmm, my vocal cords hum. “I’m pretty sure the roles are reversed this time.”

Riri smiles her beautifully smug smile. “Please baby, I let you come first.” My glossed lips plant another kiss on my Riri’s delicate digits. “Yes, you did,” I whisper.

A big, stupid grin forms from ear to ear, and her expression soon mirrors mine. I notice the blush start on her neck and creep to her cheeks. A scoff releases from her throat and the eye roll confirms the dirty thoughts that flood her big brain. 

“You earned it, ma. I let myself fall behind because of Iron Heart, but you stayed on top of your shit.” I smile at the praise, opening my mouth, ready to respond. The loud voice booming over the speakers halts my words. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please take your seats. The Commencement Ceremony for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Graduating Class of 2022 is about to begin.”

Inhale, Exhale.

Riri kisses my cheek, “You ready Miss Valedictorian?” I don’t answer. 

Inhale, Exhale.

“Inhale and exhale,” my girl speaks, possibly reading my thoughts. “You got this. You earned this. I will be right behind you and that beautifully big brain.” At the same time, the crafted beads upon my wrist vibrate and a script appears before me. 

‘Genius yam entle. Inhale, exhale. I am so proud of you. Walk across that stage and show the world why you are MIT’s top graduate.’

The beam is etched onto my face and I turn to Riri and catch her eyes leaving her kimoyo bracelet and returning to me. Her smile is just as big and bright and lovely. “Shuri?” I ask, already knowing the answer. My Riri bobs her head and darts her gaze in the direction of what must be the crowd behind the drawn curtains. “She’s out there, cheering us on.”

“Please, aide me in welcoming our top graduates, Valedictorian Sade Davis and Salutatorian Riri Williams.” The blaring voice ensures anyone within a 25-mile radius can hear the announcement. Riri grabs hold of my hand, the beads on her right arm kissing the same ones on my left. 

Inhale, Exhale.

We walk out onto the stage together. The sunlight acts as a strobe, shining bright on us, and the crowd is so massive, the people in the back appear Ant-Man sized. The first ten rows are filled with the rest of our graduating class, adorned with caps and gowns so white, they become blinding in the natural light.

The following seats are overflowing with friends and family and loved ones. Riri gives my hand a squeeze before she releases it to retreat to her seat behind the podium I’m making my way to. My eyes search the mob of people, praying for some familiarity.

Inhale, Exhale.

Iris and Honey are seated side-by-side, because of course they are. Iris’ swollen belly is as round as a beach ball underneath her graduation gown. I flash them a smile, knowing my godchild is almost done cooking in there.

Inhale, Exhale.

I spot Riri’s mom next, so relieved to see a face from home. I share my smile with her as well, and its returned with a wink. 

Inhale, Exhale.

I don’t have to look far for Mama and Cici; they’re seated right next to Ronnie. My eyes water when they rest upon Felicity. Mama waited until I was a junior in college to start from scratch. Though a newborn she was, this baby had my heart. 

“I love you,” Mama mouths, and I copy her words, throwing them back at her. Even from this far, I see the tears roll down her cheeks and the pride in her gaze. 

Inhale, Exhale.

Shuri. My Queen, sitting next to Mama. Her highness holds a babbling Cici in her arms and at the sight, the tears pour from my eyes. It was happiness; the past two years had been nothing but. I look to the clouds, thanking Bast and King T’Challa himself for blessing me so. 

“Ladies and Gents. They’s and Them’s.” I grin at Honey and they flash me a heart formed with their hands. “We fucking made it.”

Gasps litter the crowd. Good, I’ve got their attention. “1,461 days from the first time we stepped onto campus. And now it’ll be our last. I have never experienced a more bittersweet moment and I have never felt so blessed to have experienced it with such a group of people.” Smiles float across every person present.

“I love you,” I spoke honestly and slowly. “I love those of you who held me when I cried.”

Inhale, Exhale.

“I love those of you who kicked me while I was down.”

Again.

“I love the two who showed me a new type of love. MIT graduating class of 2022. All of you beautiful people with beautifully sculpted brains…” My voice dropped an octave, the echoing of the mic subsiding. “I love you,” I emphasized.

“You all better go on to do something fucking great.” The return of the explicit hushed the crowd, but in the same breath, they roared. The air vibrated with excitement. Everyone was standing and it was sincere. 

If I could smile any harder, my face would break in half. I step away from the podium, ready to find my seat, but Riri is standing there gleaming. Her arms are spread wide, welcoming me. I gladly accept and fall into them, allowing her hug to envelop me in pride and adoration. She pulls away first, hands still attached to mine, and plants a tender kiss on my lips. “That’s my girl.”

“Riri Williams,” the loud, faceless voice exalts. My Riri struts access the stage, cockiness emitting her every step. I rise to my feet, hands burning from the claps and voice scratchy, overwhelmed by my cheers. A shrill scream comes from the crowd, drowning out the rest of the applause. “That’s my baby!” Ronnie cries. My Riri’s confident swagger diminishes to a bashful one and her head dips as she grabs her diploma and returns to her seat next to me. “Damn, I knew the woman could be loud, but for Bast’s sake, she’s fourteen rows back.”

I let loose the laugh I’d been holding back for the sake of her feelings. Her intense eyes narrow at me and I plant a kiss on her cheek, a peace offering. 

“Sade Davis.”

My turn.

Inhale, Exhale.

One foot in front of the other and I’ve found myself at the top of the stage. The crowd was roaring, I could see that much. But it was silent. Except for them; their voices.

“Fuck yeah, mamas!” Riri comes from behind me.

“That’s my baby, that’s my baby!” Mama ferociously claps as she exclaims.

“That’s her baby; You go, baby!” from Ronnie.

Honey’s cheer is just a cluster of hoops and hollers and Iris’ is a delicate clap and an excited nod.

“Nkosazana yam, my princess. My brilliant, beautiful princess. You did it, usana,” rings from my Shuri like airy bells. 

Diploma in one hand and tassel in the other, me, Riri, and the rest of our graduating class simultaneously move the garment from right to left. Cheers erupt and a flood of white caps go flying. 

“So, what’s next?” Shuri asks, sprawled across the center of the mattress. Riri answers from her right side. “What do you mean? You two leave for Wakanda in the morning. I’ll join you next week after mama takes me on her ‘My Baby Graduated College’ tour from one relative’s house to the other.”

We were laying in Shuri’s usual hotel room, all exhausted from the day’s activities. The ceremony, the celebratory dinner, and the surprise party in my suite thrown by Honey. I lay on Shuri’s left arm, tucked close under her. My eyes were fluttered shut, but sleep hadn’t overtaken me yet, so I listened in quietly. 

“After that, my loves.” Shuri sits up, warranting a protestant whine from me. Riri scoots closer, taking the Queen’s place while her highness turns around to face us. “Where will you live? Or work?”

“Wherever the job offers come in from,” Riri responds, the ‘duh’ in her tone evident. “What if you get an offer in Chicago and Sade gets one in Japan? We keep doing the long distance, only with all three of us on different sides of the world instead of only me?” The worry in Shuri’s voice is so strong, I have to sit up as well to glance at her face. 

“My love, what’s wrong?” I ask, confused as to why she’s so upset. “I do not want to be away from you two anymore. I miss my girls.”

“And we miss you,” Riri says gently. “I hate going months without you, we both do. But what do you want us to do?”

The words escape Shuri’s mouth before I think even she is ready. “Come to Wakanda with me.”

“Shuri,” I state slowly. “We are coming to Wakanda with you, baby.”

Her highness grabs both my hands in hers, yet she can’t look into my eyes. “Usana, move to Wakanda with me.”

The breath escapes me and Riri’s silence confirms the same for her. “Move… to Wakanda?” Shuri’s nod is slow and careful, almost afraid of what we would say.

Riri speaks first, “Shuri, we just graduated. We worked hard for these degrees, man. What about work? Wh-What about our families? What about my garage?”

I grab her hand and pull her face to mine. “Ri, you’re rambling. Let’s just talk for a second.” To Shuri, I take hold of her other hand. “Shuri, my love. Riri is right. What about our careers? I didn’t go through 4-years of schooling to move out of the country and not use the degree I’ve worked my ass off for.”

“There are jobs in Wakanda. Sade, usana, my country needs a director over the Talon Fighters and the Dragon Flyers. And Riri, I could always use a hand in the lab. You can build whatever your heart desires, in a space thirty times the size of your garage.”

Ri’s mood picks up at this. “Thirty times?” Shuri nods with a small smile creeping across her features. 

“Okay hold on,” I find myself interrupting. “Shuri, the offer is amazing, but it wouldn’t be fair if you just handed me the job.”

The tiny smile that crept is now a smirk that cascades. “Who said anything about handing you the job? You gotta interview just like the rest of the qualified people who want it.” I can’t hide the shock on my face. But the challenge behind her words intrigues me.

I crawl across the bed into Shuri’s lap, straddling her and intertwining my arms around her slender neck. “Okay…” I say cautiously. “What about our families? I got Mama and Cici. And Iris is gonna be giving birth in about a month.”

“Yeah,” Riri chimes in. “I’m all my mama’s got.”

Shuri kisses my cheek and reaches over to pull my Ri close as well. “We have access to the fastest aircraft in the world. And a maybe future director,” she teases and I roll my eyes playfully. “To fly you back home whenever you please, as often as you, please. Or to bring them to us. Whichever my princesses prefer.”

With a questioning gaze, Riri and I look at each other, then back to our Queen. “Are we really considering this?” Ri asks the smile on her pretty features hinting at her answer.

“I think we are.”

Masterlist

[rjalker]

This is not what I was expecting from a story called Peoole Soup but I am not disappointed.

Is this part of a series, or just spontaneous absurdity?

Those are definitely their daemons, lol.

People Soup By Alan Arkin (public domain)

Bonnie came home from school and found her brother in the kitchen, doing something important at the sink. She knew it was important because he was making a mess and talking to himself. The sink drain was loaded down with open soda bottles, a sack of flour, corn meal, dog biscuits, molasses, Bromo-Seltzer, a tin of sardines and a box of soap chips. The floor was covered with drippings and every cupboard in the kitchen was open. At the moment, Bonnie's brother was putting all his energy into shaking a plastic juicer that was half-filled with an ominous-looking, frothy mixture.

Bonnie waited for a moment, keeping well out of range, and then said, "Hi, Bob."

"Lo," he answered, without looking up.

"Where's Mom?"

"Shopping."

Bonnie inched a little closer. "What are you doing, Bob?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Can I watch?"

"No."

Bonnie took this as a cue to advance two cautious steps. She knew from experience how close she could approach her brother when he was being creative and still maintain a peaceful neutrality. Bob slopped a cupful of ketchup into the juicer, added a can of powdered mustard, a drop of milk, six aspirin and a piece of chewing gum, being careful to spill a part of each package used.

Bonnie moved in a bit closer. "Are you making another experiment?" she asked.

"Who wants to know?" Bob answered, in his mad-scientist voice, as he swaggered over to the refrigerator and took out an egg, some old bacon fat, a capsuled vitamin pill, yesterday's Jello and a bottle of clam juice.

"Me wants to know," said Bonnie, picking up an apple that had rolled out of the refrigerator and fallen on the floor.

"Why should I tell you?"

"I have a quarter."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Mom gave it to me."

"If you give it to me, I'll tell you what I'm doing."

"It's not worth it."

"I'll let you be my assistant, too."

"Still not worth it."

"For ten cents?"

"Okay, ten cents."

She counted out the money to her brother and put on an apron. "What should I do now, Bob?"

"Get the salt," Bob instructed.

He poured sardine oil from the can into the juicer, being very careful not to let the sardines fall in. When he had squeezed the last drop of oil out of the can, he ate all the sardines and tossed the can into the sink.

Bonnie went after the salt and, when she lifted out the box, she found a package containing two chocolate graham crackers.

"Mom has a new hiding place, Bob," she announced.

Bob looked up. "Where is it?"

"Behind the salt."

"What did you find there?"

"Two chocolate grahams."

Bobby held out his hand, accepted one of the crackers without thanks and proceeded to crumble the whole thing into his concoction, not even stopping to lick the chocolate off his hands.

Bonnie frowned in disbelief. She had never seen such self-sacrifice. The act made her aware, for the first time, of the immense significance of the experiment.

She dropped her quarrel completely and walked over to the sink to get a good look at what was being done. All she saw in the sink was a wadded, wet Corn Flake box, the empty sardine tin and spillings from the juicer, which by this time was beginning to take on a distinctive and unpleasant odor. Bob gave Bonnie the job of adding seven pinches of salt and some cocoa to the concoction.

"What's it going to be, Bob?" she asked, blending the cocoa on her hands into her yellow corduroy skirt.

"Stuff," Bob answered, unbending a little.

"Government stuff?"

"Nope."

"Spaceship stuff?"

"Nope."

"Medicine?"

"Nope."

"I give up."

"It's animal serum," Bob said, sliced his thumb on the sardine can, glanced unemotionally at the cut, ignored it.

"What's animal serum, Bob?"

"It's certain properties without which the universe in eternity regards for human beings."

"Oh," Bonnie said. She took off her apron and sat down at the other end of the kitchen. The smell from the juicer was beginning to reach her stomach.

Bobby combed the kitchen for something else to throw into his concoction and came up with some oregano and liquid garlic.

"I guess this is about it," he said.

He poured the garlic and oregano into his juicer, put the lid on, shook it furiously for a minute and then emptied the contents into a deep pot.

"What are you doing now, Bob?" Bonnie asked.

"You have to cook it for seven minutes."

Bobby lit the stove, put a cover on the pot, set the timer for ten minutes and left the room. Bonnie tagged after him and the two of them got involved in a rough game of basketball in the living room.

"BING!" said the timer.

Bob dropped the basketball on Bonnie's head and ran back into the kitchen.

"It's all done," he said, and took the cover off the pot. Only his dedication to his work kept him from showing the discomfort he felt with the smell that the pot gave forth.

"Fyew!" said Bonnie. "What do we do with it now? Throw it out?"

"No, stupid. We have to stir it till it cools and then drink it."

"Drink it?" Bonnie wrinkled her nose. "How come we have to drink it?"

Bobby said, "Because that's what you do with experiments, stupid."

"But, Bob, it smells like garbage."

"Medicine smells worse and it makes you healthy," Bob said, while stirring the pot with an old wooden spoon.

Bonnie held her nose, stood on tiptoe and looked in at the cooking solution. "Will this make us healthy?"

"Maybe." Bob kept stirring.

"What will it do?"

"You'll see." Bob took two clean dish towels, draped them around the pot and carried it over to the formica kitchen table. In the process, he managed to dip both towels in the mixture and burn his already sliced thumb. One plastic handle of the pot was still smoldering, from being too near the fire, but none of these things seemed to have the slightest effect on him. He put the pot down in the middle of the table and stared at it, chin in hand.

Bonnie plopped down opposite him, put her chin in her hands and asked, "We have to drink that stuff?"

"Yup."

"Who has to drink it first?" Bob made no sign of having heard. "I thought so," said Bonnie. Still no comment. "What if it kills me?"

Bobby spoke by raising his whole head and keeping his jaw stationary in his hands. "How can it hurt you? There's nothing but pure food in there."

Bonnie also sat and stared. "How much of that stuff do I have to drink?"

"Just a little bit. Stick one finger in it and lick it off."

Bonnie pointed a cautious finger at the tarry-looking brew and slowly immersed it, until it barely covered the nail. "Is that enough?"

"Plenty," said Bob in a judicious tone.

Bonnie took her finger out of the pot and stared at it for a moment. "What if I get sick?"

"You can't get sick. There's aspirin and vitamins in it, too."

Bonnie sighed and wrinkled her nose. "Well, here goes," she said. She licked off a little bit.

Bob watched her with his television version of a scientific look. "How do you feel?" he inquired.

Bonnie answered, "It's not so bad, once it goes down. You can taste the chocolate graham cracker." Bonnie was really enjoying the attention. "Hey," she said, "I'm starting to get a funny feeling in my—" and, before she could finish the sentence, there was a loud pop.

Bob's face registered extreme disappointment.

She sat quite still for a moment and then said, "What happened?"

"You've turned into a chicken."

The little bird lifted its wings and looked down at itself. "How come I'm a chicken, Bob?" it said, cocking its head to one side and staring at him with its left eye.

"Ah, nuts," he explained. "I expected you to be more of a pigeon thing." Bob mulled over the ingredients of his stew to see what went wrong.

The chicken hopped around the chair on one leg, flapped its wings experimentally and found itself on the kitchen table. It walked to the far corner and peered into a small mirror that hung on the side of the sink cabinet.

"I'm a pretty ugly chicken, boy," it said.

It inspected itself with its other eye and, finding no improvement, walked back to Bobby.

"I don't like to be a chicken, Bob," it said.

"Why not? What does it feel like?"

"It feels skinny and I can't see so good."

"How else does it feel?"

"That's all how it feels. Make me stop being it."

"First tell me better what it's like."

"I told you already. Make me stop being it."

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you see what it's like first, before you change back? This is a valuable experience."

The chicken tried to put its hands on its hips, but could find neither hips nor hands. "You better change me back, boy," it said, and gave Bob the left-eye glare.

"Will you stop being stupid and just see what it's like first?" Bob was finding it difficult to understand her lack of curiosity.

"Wait till Mom sees what an ugly mess I am, boy. Will you ever get it!" Bonnie was trying very hard to see Bob with both eyes at once, which was impossible.

"You're a sissy, Bonnie. You ruined the opportunity of a lifetime. I'm disgusted with you." Bob dipped his forefinger in the serum and held it toward the chicken. It pecked what it could from the finger and tilted its head back.

In an instant, the chicken was gone and Bonnie was back. She climbed down from the table, wiped her eyes and said, "It's a good thing you fixed me, boy. Would you ever have got it."

"Ah, you're nothing but a sissy," Bob said, and licked off a whole fingerful of his formula. "If I change into a horse, I won't let you ride me, and if I change into a leopard, I'll bite your head off." Once again, the loud pop was heard.

Bonnie stood up, wide-eyed. "Oh, Bob," she said, "you're beautiful!"

"What am I?" Bob asked.

"You're a bee-yoo-tee-full St. Bernard, Bob! Let's go show Melissa and Chuck."

"A St. Bernard?" The animal looked disgusted. "I don't want to be no dog. I want to be a leopard."

"But you're beautiful, Bob! Go look in the mirror."

"Naah." The dog paddled over to the table.

"What are you going to do, Bob?"

"I'm going to try it again."

The dog put its front paws on the table, knocked over the serum and lapped up some as it dripped on the floor. Pop went the serum, taking effect. Bobby remained on all fours and kept on lapping. Pop went the serum again.

"What am I now?" he asked.

"You're still a St. Bernard," said Bonnie.

"The devil with it then," said the dog. "Let's forget all about it."

The dog took one last lap of serum. Pop! Bobby got up from the floor and dejectedly started out the back door. Bonnie skipped after him.

"What'll we do now, Bob?" she asked.

"We'll go down to Thrifty's and get some ice cream."

They walked down the hill silently, Bobby brooding over not having been a leopard and Bonnie wishing he had stayed a St. Bernard. As they approached the main street of the small town, Bonnie turned to her brother.

"You want to make some more of that stuff tomorrow?"

"Not the same stuff," said Bob.

"What'll we make instead?"

"I ain't decided yet."

"You want to make an atomic bomb?"

"Maybe."

"Can we do it in the juicer?"

"Sure," Bob said, "only we'll have to get a couple of onions."

[iamanerd1]

hey now that they've announced the incredible 3 i wanted to write this out because I've had this idea for an Incredibles sequel forever

so the main gimmick of this one is that there is a significant time jump. Dash and Violet are both adults or close to being, and Bob and Helen are finally retiring from superheroing for good.

Dash and Violet are new and successful young superheros and have to deal with the increasing commercialization (endorsing products, attending interviews, kissing babies ex) that is getting in the way of their actual job. This is leading them to feel burnt out as they want to do good, but so many other things are getting in the way of it. Also one of them develops a rivalry or a gets a nemesis with one of the new characters, and this is heavily coded to be analogous to their first serious relationship.

Helen and Bob have to deal with what their plans will be after they retire (go on cruises? travel the world? get a boat?) but they both don't actually want to retire and are just convinced the other does. This comes to a head in the mid-movie action scene where one of them does get seriously hurt, which makes them both realize that they do actually have to retire.

The villain of the film is Jack-Jack, though this is only revealed halfway through in dramatic fashion. Everyone else in the family has been mostly ignoring him the whole film, (which is used for some tasteless jokes) as they are dealing with their own problems, and just assumed that he was going to school as normal.

He turns on his family because they were all too busy being amazing superheroes while he was a kid, and ignored him while he was struggling to control all of his powers. Unlike Violet and Dash who only ever showed signs of having one power and never problem controlling them, Jack-Jack retains all of his abilities as he grows up.

What was once a cute quirk as a baby and toddler, becomes impossible to manage as a kid and teenager and he drowns under the weight of his uncontrollable abilities, until he eventually becomes resentful of his family. This is further influenced by a Villain that he meets (might be older Syndrome somehow?? who knows) that encourages this behavior and helps him learn to control his powers. (Though the villain has further plans that Jack-Jack doesn't know about, like exploiting him or something.)

Because the rest of the Parr family is fighting against Jack-Jack there is a emotional weight to every fight scene. They are trying to talk to him to get him to stand down, but the time for talking past years ago. Additionally because Jack-Jack has so many powers he is a really difficult person to fight and has a perfect counter for everyone's powers. (For example, he can match his dad's strength by turning into the devil baby rage monster, can trick Dash and his speed by making multiple copies of himself, and can get around Violet and his Mom by teleporting to the other dimension and disappearing.)

The conclusion is pretty cliche. The family realizes that they've been neglecting Jack-Jack and need to be there to support him. The villain does something incredibly evil and pushes too far and the whole family has to come together and stop him and also apologizes.

Helen and Bob resolve to put their retirement plans on hold to help him recover, while Violet and Dash more time with him. Bada bing bada boom, billion dollar movie easy. Villain dies in a volcano.

Anyway, I wanted to put this down on paper because I'm interested in what Disney is going to do for the third movie, and i am going to be judging that based on if I think that the movie they make is better than my ideas lol

[hotarutranslations]

Maybe Its A Medium Bob

Evening

I cut my hair✂️

My hair was down to my waist, Since I had decided to donate my hair when I cut it,

I cut it with the feeling of, Thank you very much✂️

At the beginning of growing it out, The more I let it grow the more I enjoy arranging my hair! Since it was super long I was able to make twin tails, Just a ponytail was cool, Last autumn's Jasmine hair was my favorite

It was the longest in my life~~🪽

The feeling that I wanted to donate my hair Sprouted later but,

While thinking, I want to do it1 Let's do it! Even cutting more that 31cm, I was aiming for a length that would hit around my collar bone🪽

I thought, thank you very much for the opportunity to cut it😌🪽

When I had super long hair, Shampooing and drying it, never bothered me🤔💭

I did both while watching videos, I wasn't really conscious of, how long that took,

Now that its short, when it feels like I'm missing something, I realize, its because my hair was long~🥴 lol

When it was long, I didn't think I took particularly good care of it but, the ReFa brush and Love Chrome comb were really good, when I went to bed I gently sweep it to the side so it wouldn't get all disheveled, maybe thats being particular about it

From now it'll be the rainy season, It may have become a bit of a problem, at that length! lol

I still sometimes miss my long hair! lol

I think I'll grow it quickly! lol

From now on, thank you very much~~

Tomorrow, finally

Hokkaido Nihn Ham Fighters "LIVE DAYS! ～Exciting Big Exhibition Match~ ~ @ Es Con Field HOKKAIDO

I'll do my best!!!!! Its like a dream to have a live at a baseball stadium!!!

Yamazaki Mei-chan, can enjoy it as a local

Makino Maria-chan, Is making great efforts into the first pitch

Tomorrow! Thank you very much for your support!

Graduation Announcement Blog🐣🪽

Hello! Station #531 I also talk about my graduation in this video

"Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11" TSUKUSHI (Sasaki Tsukushi) Collaboration Video ※Limited Time※

Its amazing! I'm thankful! Its uploaded onto YouTube! Please definitely watch it a lot everyone!

📺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11

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[jungle-angel]

The Bookworms' Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob love and adore your students at the high school you both teach at, but in the deepest parts of winter, your little nest at home is the coziest pace it's ever been

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @bradshawsbaby I hope you guys are ok with how this came out and I do apologize in advance, those gifs of Lew holding the baby in Lessons in Chemistry did things to me (lol)

"Alright guys make sure the chairs go up, floors are swept and that your stuff is all put away," Bob announced. "And Jaime, do not leave your main lesson book on the back counter again. I've already found two back there and this room is getting cleaned this weekend."

Early school closures were always chaotic, even for the high school. Already, Bob could hear the kiddos in the lower grades making their way out to the dirt parking lot to catch the buses or to hitch a ride home with their parents.

"Elen, Jenny, John and Deshawn, you guys come with me," Bob said to the four waiting kids at the back. "Your parents already called and said I could give you guys a ride home."

"You sure Mr. Floyd?" Deshawn asked.

"Positive," Bob answered.

The four went straight to their lockers in the hallway to get whatever they needed for the long weekend. School had already been canceled for the next day and Monday due to the impending snowstorm which had left parents in a flurry of chaos to come and get the kids from school.

As soon as they had gotten what they needed, Bob led them out to the dirt lot, the five of them all climbing into the truck with their things. Already the snow had begun to fall, the skies having turned an ominous dark silver with a dusting of white all over the school grounds.

"Alright who's first?" Bob asked, pulling out of the lot and turning the corner down the road.

"Me," Jenny chuckled, raising her hand.

Bob switched on the bluetooth in the truck so they could have some music on the ride home. Despite the snow and the down-time, Bob sneakily thought it a good time to review a little bit from the day to keep the thinking skills sharp.

"Alright Deshawn, hit me, what was one of the key points of Harald Haradrada's reign?" Bob asked.

"King Harald opted to make peace with his enemies rather than fight and achieved victory at the battle of Fulford Gate in 1064," Deshawn answered.

"Awesome! Ten points to Gryffindor!" Bob said, high-fiving Deshawn. "Elen, which ruler became a saint when Christianity was brought to Scandanavia?"

"Olaf Tryggvason."

Bob reached back and high-fived her as soon as they stopped at the intersection. He quizzed each of them on the way to their stops, dropping them off and making sure they got into their houses with no problems. Finally, after the last stop, Bob headed back to the home he shared with you.

He parked right in the driveway, gathered his things and headed straight inside, wanting to avoid the cold as much as possible. His cheeks were already red and his feet freezing in his steel toed boots, creeping in through the threads of his jeans and his Carhardt jacket.

Bob made his way through the front door of the old Victorian he shared with you, the fire glowing and crackling away already in the fireplace despite it being close to one in the afternoon. The whole place smelled so good, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and something fried coming from the kitchen. Only when he heard the obscene growling of his stomach did Bob realize he hadn't eaten that morning, making the cravings even worse.

He poked his head into the kitchen to find you with Auggie, your sweet little baby who had been born just two months before. Bob couldn't get enough of the sight, the tiny little baby in your arms and the softness of your voice as you hushed him back to sleep.

"Well good morning," you chuckled when you saw Bob in the doorway. "Or afternoon, whatever time it may be."

Bob laughed before he drew you in for a kiss, his body cold from having been outside. "Thought you were resting."

"Nope," you told him. "Just because I'm on maternity leave doesn't mean I have to be on bedrest all the time."

Bob smiled and shook his head, setting his bag down on the counter near the coffee maker. He hung his jacket by the storm door and helped you finish off the lunch you had made him, a big plate of eggs, spam, toast, carmelized onions and a steaming mug full of his favorite coffee. As soon as he had eaten, he took Auggie from your arms and went to the living room to warm up, wandering a little by the fireplace while he gently rocked his baby son.

"Shhhh......go back to sleep," Bob murmured softly. "Go back to sleep my lovebug."

His gentle hands had very quickly put Auggie back to sleep and as soon as he was sure, Bob placed him, blanket and all, into the little wicker bassinet near the window, letting him sleep for as long as time would allow. A rather loud meow had startled him, but when Bob looked down it was only Pumpkin, the little black cat you and him had adopted around Halloween.

"Damnit cat, you'll be the death of us yet," Bob chuckled, noticing that the bright pink sticky notes from the library were stuck to her fur.

Pumpkin gave him the cheekiest little cat grin she could have given him before she ran off to the library. Bob left the library door open just a crack in case Auggie awoke suddenly, excited as ever that the two of you got to spend the time in here that you did.

It was a whole mess of different colored chalk scraping across the little wheel-in blackboard, the turning and marking of pages and searching the shelves for books that you two had planned on using in your joint lessons when you were able to return from leave. Your literature class had already finished the Viking Sagas and would soon be starting your Tolkien block, leaving plenty of room to break down the literature that had inspired the books as well as other little details.

"Alright Professor Bob, give me your best," you joked as soon as he had finished the chalk drawing on the board.

"Very well my young padawan," Bob answered, returning the joke. "The realm we see right in the middle of Yggdrasil, the world of men is known as Midgard or, as the Anglo Saxons put it Middangeard, would roughly translate in today's English as 'Middle Earth'."

One again the familiar meowing of the cat caught him off guard, startling Bob as the cat curled around his legs. "Damnit! Pumpkin, get outta here!" he ordered.

The slinky black cat jumped right onto his desk and lay right down, rolling in the pile of bright pink sticky notes Bob had in a messy pile, the adhesive sticking to her fur.

"Swear to God, it's a wonder that cat hasn't given me a heart attack yet," he mumbled.

"Me too, now lets get back to business," you chuckled.

"Not without a kiss first sweetheart," Bob insisted.

You laughed as Bob kissed you, continuing his little mini lecture on the mythological origins of Tolkien's works while the snowstorm raged outside, but your home warm and cozy just as it had always been.