#i know you were here first but i also had my bf first and dibs are meaningless to you soo......

[wewontbesleeping]

jealousy is probably the worst feeling in the world, honestly. it's sadness and it's anger and it's desperation and above all it's self loathing. and none of that is fun.

[emidori-crossing]

ACNH: Emidori Island

This is the tumblr that will chronicle my soothingly mundane days spent on Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Shortly after I began working from home due to the pandemic, I decided to get a Switch - mostly for the sake of playing ACNH. I didn’t want to splurge on the full system though, so I got the Switch Lite - I managed to find the very last one available at my local Target - and even in my choice color of yellow! You can see my ACNH passport as my blog banner image, shows my start date and all that.

My Switch friend code is SW-1261-8943-4808, which anyone is welcome to use :)

So I’m Lora. I’ve named my island Emidori - it’s a combination of the Japanese words for “smile” (emi) and “green” (midori). It’s a name I made up years ago when writing a story about a Shinto priestess whose shrine is dedicated to a juniper kami by that name.

So here’s me at the Emidori airport, where you can see the flag I designed. Looks weird maybe, but I think it looks “flag”ish, if you know what I mean - kinda like something you’d see on an old-timey heraldic crest. The inspiration - since Emidori is named for a happy green juniper tree spirit - is a tree with roots showing, its canopy made out of hearts. The blue and yellow bands at the side are just there because I thought the design looked too plain without it.

Here’s the layout of Emidori currently. We’ve come a long way since April! On my island (left-right, top-bottom) are Leopold, my roommate Deanna, Whitney, Biff, Huck, Shari, Broffina, Stu, Tucker, Piper, and Alice. Biff and Shari were my first neighbors. I’ve also had Portia and Audie (edit: and Bea! I knew I was forgetting someone; edit again: AND KNOX, geez, there really have been a lot!), who have moved away. My roommate and I have dibs on our favorite neighbors who, no matter what, are never going to be advised to leave. Her favorite right now is Shari. 

My favorite is Biff - which is unusual for me. I don’t usually like the jock types because I’m not really into fitness and they so often have those angry eyebrows that I don’t find cute. But he’s so fun and enthusiastic and encouraging. And I think in ways he reminds me of my boyfriend, because though my bf is not a jock, he is fitness-minded and likes to be active and tries to encourage me to be too. I’ll often screenshot Biff’s dialogue or letters and show them to my bf later and we’ll have a good giggle over them.

Here’s the outside of my house. I have the main room and two side rooms at the moment. I’m a little behind my friends and family as far as house development because a lot of time and money was going toward redoing the layout of the town - moving every island building into the arrangement that we have now. But I’m happy with the results.

I have a basic personal garden - hyacinth have a nice rainbow-range of colors, and I do like having grass to run around on and put furniture on. My roommate carpets almost every inch of her property in flowers - it’s quite a sight to see! But that will come later.

Pool, picnic table, and pizza oven seem a pretty ideal yard to me. There’s also an exercise bike out of frame to the left. I do that when I play Sims too - I like the idea of using exercise equipment like that outdoors. I put the clothesline in because I think it gives a homey feel.

This is the main room of my house, doubling as a bedroom and living room at the moment. I like to coordinate furniture, but I also like to take advantage of pieces I think are super cool, even if they don’t match everything else. 

That Girl with the Pearl Earring is a fake. I give the real ones to the museum, but I am actually equally happy getting fakes because then I feel more free to put them in my home. And from here, you can’t really tell it’s fake anyway.

I was ABSURDLY EXCITED to find that hamster in the store on one of my first days playing. I didn’t know there’d be pets of any kind besides the critters you can catch. And since I have guinea pigs IRL, the hamster is a great addition to my home :D His name is Mori, after my one boy piggie. (I have four girl piggies).

The pinball machine I got recently, and it’s extra cool to me, because it’s a baseball pinball machine. My bf and I go to these conventions where they have rooms full of pinball machines and arcade cabinets that are free unlimited play with price of ticket, and the baseball pinball is my favorite! And even more appropriate: it was a gift from Biff.

That’s the highest level workbench I have at the moment. My roommate has the bigger design, but this one is fine for me right now with the space that I have. (That phonograph is faced the wrong way around so that I see it from the front every time I enter the house).

(This room’s theme music is Wandering)

I turned my first expansion into a kitchen. I’d already been collecting every cool kitchen gadget I could find. And I always like the idea IRL of a yellow kitchen, so that’s the basic theme I went with. I’m REALLY anxious to get more food items. I have so many fun food items in Pocket Camp, and virtually zero in NH. 

I only just last week got the Cutting Board and Ironwood Dresser recipes. I have had the Ironwood Kitchenette recipe for months now, but hadn’t been able to make it until just recently.

(That’s a vacuum to the left in picture two. And I don’t care that the boombox is blue, because I can’t even see it when I walk in the room anyway.)

(This room’s theme music is K.K. Waltz)

The bathroom is the most recent addition to my house. It’s slightly eclectic, but I think the colors all look nice together. Yes, that is wedding flooring and wallpaper, and yes the toilet rug is made of cherry blossom petals. And that gold rose is from my roommate - she’s got a ton of black roses and has recently been trying her gold watering can on them.

(This room’s theme music is K.K. Sonata)

So that’s my basic introduction. Later today, I’ll be posting about my “today” on Emidori. Feel free to send me a Switch friend request :D

[chillassimagines]

Motivation - Edwin Honoret Oneshot

Going out with your friends was something you were unable to do in a hot minute. So to say a party at your best friend’s new friend’s house was quite inviting. Little did you know who you’d meet though.

“So, remember that song we like singing together in the car? You’re gonna meet some of the people who made it.” Your eyes widened slightly.

“What? One Shot is my shit! Who are they called again?” You asked, while slipping on your thigh high boots.

“They’re called PRETTYMUCH. I met Nick not too long ago, he’s got a killer jawline. There’s also Austin, he’s the taller white guy. Then Zion, he’s tall as well with blonde dreads. Brandon’s the one with glasses and black hair. Then there’s Edwin, he had red hair last time I saw him...might have changed it though. He’s a real sweetie.” You hummed in response to their answer. You reached for your bag and grabbed a water bottle.

“I’m ready!” You imitated Spongebob, making your bestie laugh and shaking their head at you.

-

“Woah, they live together?” You asked, seeing multiple bedrooms in the house. Y/BF/N nodded.

“Yeah, it’s really awesome. Makes me think about moving in with you.” You rolled your eyes.

“You irritate me too much.” You both laughed at yourselves.

“Y/BF/N!” You turned around to see whose face you remembered from Google while in the car, Nick Mara. You hadn’t managed to get to Austin or Edwin’s pictures though. You friend greeted Nick with a hug.

“Nick! Hey, this is Y/N. The one who loves One Shot.” Nick’s eyes flashed with recognition. He smiled and hugged you.

“The infamous bestie. Good to meet you, Y/N. Guys, feel free to grab any drinks from the cooler and in the kitchen anything on the counter is up for grabs. I’ll see you in a bit, Y/BF/N.” Nick winked at your friend and walked away in his crisp white shoes. You turned to your bestie with a smirk.

“So he’s coming back, aye?” Your friend rolled their eyes.

“So I might have dibs.”

“I can tell by the whole “killer jawline”.” You both laughed once more. You really missed the carefree atmosphere work didn’t provide.

“Hey, excuse me, I was wondering your name?” You turned around to see a male with black hair and a cute nose ring smiling at you. You gave him a once over. He was rocking some cool frosted chains with a black and red themed look. He looked absolutely yummy to say the least. You didn’t mind giving your name.

“Y/N, and yours?” Your stance changed to something more relaxed and approachable. He chuckled lightly.

“Edwin, I helped throw the party.” He joked and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh my god. I was looking you guys up on the way here and I didn’t get to your picture! I mean...I might have been faster to get here if I knew your face.” You said the last part a bit quieter, nervous of his reaction.

“I like this one, Y/BF/N. Mind if I steal you?” He smiled at you while holding out his hand. You looked at your friend hopefully.

“Go on, you’re grown.” They chuckled. You smiled and took Edwin’s hand. He led you through a group of people to an unoccupied sofa.

“So, I hear you like One Shot?” He raised a thick eyebrow. You shrugged jokingly.

“Just a little bit of a fan. Just listened to 4U on the way here, that might be fighting for my next favorite.” He smiled at that.

“I remember recording that. Right in my room we recorded most of the vocals.” Edwin pointed to a closed door.

“You have a room studio?!” Your jaw dropped. He let out the cutest giggle and nodded. The laugh warmed your heart and your attraction was growing.

“Wanna see it?”

“Can I really? I don’t wanna intrude on your space.” Edwin shook his head dismissively.

“Not at all, c’mon.” Edwin took your hand again and led you to his room. “Watch.” He closed the door and grabbed a remote and soon neon lights were spread throughout the room.

“This, is awesome, Edwin.”

“The lights always inspire motivation for me. Even if it’s non musical.” He led you over to his computer space with a mic set up next to it. “I have hundereds of songs and beats on this it’s crazy.”

“How do you even come up with so many?” His body went to a shyer showcase of body language.

“It’s just relaxing and happens without even thinking. I hope you don’t think I’m bragging.” You shook your head quickly.

“Not at all! This is amazing. I could probably spend all day in here with you, it gives off good vibes.” You realized what you said and hoped it wasn’t too strong. His hand still holding yours, squeezed lightly.

“I’d really like that, Y/N.” You wet your lips slightly, feeling ballsy.

“It’s a date then.” He must have let his confidence rise as well.

“It sure is.” He tugged you softly closer to him. “Can I kiss you?” You responded by setting your other hand on his chest and letting your lips touch for a few moments. His lips were almost too soft to be real.

“Whatever you use on your lips, I want it.”

“There’s my motivation to make sure our first date goes well.”

[zephfair]

Grimmjow, accidental beauty blogger?

Inspired by my own stupid post and @the8thsphynx priceless comment. I was hit by the crack fairy after I realized that I had no idea how Pinterest actually works, so I made this up as I went. And thanks to my friend @dreamywritingdragon I even figured out my Pinterest name! xD I’m dumb.

The vibration of his phone woke Grimmjow with a snort. He opened one gummy eye just enough to squint as he fished under his pillow for the phone. For fuck’s sake, who the hell messaged him at the crack of 1 p.m. on a Sunday?

His head throbbed from the weekend’s parties as he finally held the phone, but peeling his other eye open didn’t help the messages make sense.

Yuzulemon: HI! I really love your stuff, your hair is so pretty! The color is beautiful and it looks so soft! I just wondered if you have any advice for keeping it long? Like, I’m trying to convince my brother to grow his out but he says it would be too much trouble?

Yuzulemon: Also you’re really cute trying out the makeup. You go, boy! That green really suits you!

Both messages were sprinkled with emojis, but Grimmjow still couldn’t understand. They were sent to his personal Jmail account, but he’d never heard of the chick. So he ignored it and rolled over, but the phone vibrated again.

Yuzulemon: Sorry to keep bothering you, but how long did it take to get your hair that long? I think if I can get my brother past the first stage so he can pull it up, he’ll be OK. Did you do ponytails a lot? Or man-buns? It looks nice the way you have it now too!

Grimmjow had enough.

BigBadGrimm: STFU I don’t know who the fuck you are but leave me alone.

He’d just dozed back off when the phone vibrated in his hand. Groaning, he swiped the message open but this time it was from another account.

Oneberry: Hey asshole, that’s my sister you upset. Don’t be a dick and stop posting shit of yourself if you don’t want comments on it.

Posting shit? What? Grimmjow managed to sit up against the bed’s headboard and swallow a few times to fend off the nausea. He’d had a good weekend, a big party Friday night at a sorority and another huge party Saturday, first at a bar and then finishing at the house he shared with friends. They didn’t join a fraternity, but they nicknamed the house Hueco Mundo and they definitely knew how to party.

Grimmjow vaguely remembered getting into a fight with Nnoitra and Szayelaporro about something, but that wasn’t unusual. They were usually pissing each other off over anything from who ate what food to putting the moves on the wrong person someone else had called dibs on.

He definitely didn’t have any recollection of posting anything online last night.

He thumbed out a reply: Fuck you. And your sister.

Since he was awake and cranky, Grimmjow swept through the rest of his Jmail account and saw a series of mails from Wintrest. Wasn’t that the site that suburban moms used to look at pictures of food and house shit? Grimmjow had certainly never even glanced at the site, let alone signed up for an account.

Only he had. Or someone had. There was a welcome email and a verify-the-account email, both of which were marked read. Grimmjow scowled at the screen as he saw recommended lists for him to check and then, to his growing horror, several reactions to “his” posts.

“Oh shit,” he grumbled as he opened one. Then his messenger vibrated with a message.

Oneberry: You don’t get to say that. That’s my sister, you despicable sack of shit. Hdu. You’re an asshole and I’ll post this so everyone can see your asshole ways.

BigBadGrimm: Go ahead, what do I care

The first post Grimmjow opened made him swear loudly. The picture had been taken his first year at university, when he’d still had the super-long hair that he always loudly claimed gave him the most energy and power. His friends had mocked him ruthlessly so he’d cut it off eventually, but he remembered doing that pose one night, looking back over his shoulder, smirking for the camera, all his luscious, wavy hair flowing down his back. It was that bitch-ass Szayel who’d taken it.

To his extreme amazement and annoyance, the picture had already been liked seven times. Under it, with the badly misspelled mess characteristic to Nnoitra, was something about washing his hair only in seltzer water because the bubbles gave it body.

He snarled and went to the next one and the next. Most of them were his long hair in various stages, when it seemed like it had a mind of its own. Each had some asinine “advice” like only washing it when the moon was full or dipping it in beer in between so it could drink and be bouncy.

Then he saw one that he knew Ulquiorra had taken in their dorm bathroom freshman year. Grimmjow had his hair pulled back off his face with a thick headband and the rest tied up sloppily on his head as he leaned over the sink brushing his teeth, his eyes gazing into the mirror.

Under that were some suggestions on maintaining the whitest teeth with frequent brushing and even more applications of liquor. Grimmjow gnashed his teeth as if he imagined them biting into a certain someone’s tender white throat.

His traitorous phone vibrated twice.

Oneberry: You’re at Karakura right? I’ll find your ass and make you sorry. Dick. My sister was just trying to be nice.

Oneberry: You don’t even look good. Who the fuck grows their hair into a mullet that long?

Grimmjow pinched his nose. The last few pics were more recent. They were from gatherings all over campus, with him in various stages of undress, showing his current hair and trademark grin, although he noticed his “friends” had been carefully cropped out of each shot. The last one from Halloween was a video and he steeled himself to press the play arrow.

It was only a few seconds of when he’d been beside Szayel at a mirror, sarcastically narrating the process as he applied the makeup for his costume. He winced at his affected voice as he swiped green eyeshadow in exaggerated swirls all around his eyes and pouted for the camera that he knew was being held by Nnoitra.

There was only one thing to do.

Those bastards were dead.

Of course they had just used his phone to log in to Jmail, so they didn’t even have to make up new accounts. If Grimmjow hadn’t been so hungover and so angry, he might have admired that they’d actually taken that much time and trouble to fuck him over. But he didn’t care about that; he just wanted to wring their necks.

Then he realized that there were a couple comments under most of the pictures, and every single one of them was positive. Even the one that some dickwad posing as him—it had Nnoitra all over it—claimed he used jizz to keep his hair in its current coiffed position. The Yuzulemon girl had given it heart-eyes and a laugh then a thumbs-up.

Well, didn’t Grimmjow feel like a dick now.

He slowly and carefully composed a message to Yuzulemon, carefully watching the autocorrect.

Hey, sorry I didn’t know about the pics on Wintrest. I didn’t post them. Some guys did it as a joke. I just woke up and found out. I’m sorry I yelled at you.

He hit send and then quickly opened another message. Thank you for the nice things you said. If you really do have questions about hair, I could try and answer. I let mine grow all through high school. I cut it off last year.

He waited a moment in silence then even more slowly typed, erased and retyped a message to Oneberry.

Hey, sorry about before. My friends made that account to fuck me over. I didn’t know. I apologized to your sister. I shouldn’t have been such an asshat to her.

While he chewed at his thumbnail and waited for a reply, he re-read what Oneberry had sent him more closely.

WTF how do you know I’m at Karakura? You go here too?

There were no replies and Grimmjow was forced to answer the call of nature and retreat to the bathroom. He didn’t run into any of his housemates so he took a long shower before heading back to his room. He was getting dressed and debating what he wanted to try eating when his phone finally buzzed.

Maybe Yuzulemon and Oneberry had needed time to talk to each other. Maybe they were reporting him to someone. Maybe their family had a weird obsession with fruit.

Grimmjow snatched the phone quickly to see a message from Oneberry.

You’re a sick fucker and your friends are worse. Too bad all that hair must have smothered your good manners.

Well, it looked like his very sincere apology wasn’t going to be accepted. He sent back a single character—the middle finger emoji.

He’d just pulled on his shirt when his phone went off. This time he sat down to read the message from Yuzulemon.

That sucks! Your friends are mean! But you could have explained that before you went off on me.

He answered immediately. I know. I’m sorry. Your messages woke me up and I didn’t know what was going on.

Yuzulemon: Well next time you should think before you hit send.

Grimmjow grimaced at the string of emojis, but he had to admit the kid was right.

Yeah, ok, he wrote back.

Yuzulemon answered quickly. Sorry that my brother went after you. He was sitting here when I got your reply and he’s kinda Big Brother sometimes. He goes to Karakura too.

Grimmjow just had to ask. How do you know where I go to school?

Yuzulemon: *series of laughing emojis* We live in Karakura and your pics showed campus in the background.

Yuzulemon: Oops, not your pics but the pics you were in. My bro is a freshman.

Well, at least that explained that. He felt a little better that they hadn’t actually stalked him or anything.

Nice. I’m a junior.

Yuzulemon: Do you have a gf? Bf?

Grimmjow stared at his phone and didn’t know how to answer. He was definitely not into high school or younger girls, which she must be if her “big” brother was only a freshman.

Then his phone vibrated in a fury.

Oneberry: YUZU WTF

Oneberry: WHAT ARE YOU DOING QUIT TALKING TO HIM

And Grimmjow realized Yuzulemon had been copying Oneberry in on their latest conversation. Shit.

Yuzulemon: It’s OK! He’s nice!

Grimmjow quickly typed I only date guys. There, that should get the brother off his back before he blew his top again.

Yuzulemon: Cool, you should get together with Ichi and talk him into letting his hair grow. I think he would look SO GOOD with long hair like yours.

Oneberry: YUZU IM NOT KIDDING IM BREAKING INTO YOUR ROOM STOP IT

Grimmjow couldn’t help a laugh. I don’t think your brother would like that.

Yuzulemon: Why not? You could at least tell him what a tattoo feels like. He’s always threatening Dad that he’s going to get one but Dad won’t let him.

How do you know about my tattoos?

Yuzulemon: I could see them peeking out from under your hair in the shirtless pics!

Oneberry: YUZU IM TELLING DAD IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW

Grimmjow felt weirdly exposed.

Yuzulemon: Here’s a pic I took of Ichigo last week.

Grimmjow felt something totally different when the picture loaded.

Oneberry: NEVERMIND IM CLIMBING THE TREE AND BUSTING THE WINDOW IF I HAVE TO STOP TALKING TO THIS FREAK

This Ichigo had a killer six-pack and was holding up the bottom of his T-shirt to show it off. His mouth was open in a scowl as if he were telling the picture taker not to do it. The picture cut off at his nose, but Grimmjow liked what he saw.

Yuzulemon: Why don’t you two meet up for coffee tonight? He’s usually only in class or at the gym but I think he needs more friends.

Yuzulemon: He won’t admit it, but I think he likes your hair too. *series of winky and kissy faces*

Grimmjow rubbed his hand over his face. This was the strangest and most bizarre way he’d ever been set up in his life, but damn if he didn’t almost want to meet the guy.

I don’t think we have much in common. Thanks anyway.

Yuzulemon: Don’t say that! He likes reading and music and mixed martial arts and all kinds of fun stuff!

Oneberry: SO HELP ME YUZU IF I FALL OUT THIS TREE

Yuzulemon: Here’s his number. Text him directly. I have to go see if he really fell. Maybe you could visit him in the hospital!

Grimmjow let out a long breath and barked another laugh.

But he saved the number. Just in case.

And he clicked on the link Yuzu provided to go to her Wintrest page. After a few minutes of looking through the recipes and desserts she’d apparently tried and succeeded at, he followed her. Since his “friends” had been so kind to make him an account, he might as well not let it go to waste.

He stripped his shirt back off, pulled his jeans down low on his hips and with some twisting and fumbling, managed to take a good picture of one of his back tattoos with his own smirk visible in the mirror. It didn’t take long for him to figure out how to upload it to Wintrest with a special comment.

Don’t have much to say about hair or makeup, but I do like tattoos and working out. And I could give advice to any dumbass trying to climb a tree—DON’T.

He didn’t even have to wait a minute before Yuzulemon liked his post and gave it about a hundred heart eyes.

Ego properly stoked, Grimmjow pocketed his phone when he heard the shouting and slamming doors that indicated some of his housemates returning from wherever. After he dealt them a righteous retribution of asskicking, he might just text Ichigo. He couldn’t be as bad as Grimmjow’s own friends, could he?

[ptomlins]

sugar you’re right on time

sweet silly little taz fic, magcretia, taagnus, blupjeans, implied davenchurch, they’re all at least a little tipsy so alcohol cw if that bothers you, also decent amount of references to sexytimes but no actual sex is had

The stars are unnaturally bright on this plane, Magnus thinks, as he rolls his face to the sky and begs for patience. The night is cool, but there’s more than one fire going and no shortage of drink, so they’re all a little warm and a little giddy. This is one of the good cycles, where the locals are friendly and yesterday they found the Light after months of coordinated searching, and tonight they’re celebrating.

Dinner had given way to stories and stories had given way to songs, and now someone is trying to teach them a local style of dance, and it’s sort of a waltz, maybe, but there’s more steps and turns and ok, so maybe it’s not like a waltz at all? All Magnus knows is that instead of following the instructions of their hosts with any sort of competence or grace, he keeps tripping over his own feet and almost falling on Lucretia, who is valiantly attempting to partner him and quite literally breathless from laughter at this point. 

“This is so much harder than it looks!” he insists to anyone who will listen, really, but no one is.

“You are thinking about it too much!” the instructor tells him. “Less thinking, more feeling!”

There’s renewed giggling from behind him, where Taako and Merle are drinking what looks like martinis together on a bench near the fire and steadfastly observing his humiliation. 

“Magnus Burnsides, accused of overthinking!” Taako crows, nudging Merle who is nearly crying with laughter. He spills a bit of his drink down his beard. “Never thought I’d see the day.” 

“We can stop, if you’d like,” Lucretia assures him. Her eyes are bright and the fire is painting shapes of shadow and light across her cheekbones and her wide wide smile is still one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen..

“Do you want to stop?” he asks.

“Not particularly,” she tells him, coy and teasing as she is more and more often these days. At least, more often with him. He hopes it’s mostly with him. “But I’d so hate to see you hurt yourself for my sake.” 

There is renewed laughter from the bench by the fire. 

“I hate all of you,” Magnus says good-naturedly. “I am a fighter, not a dancer.”

“And I’m a wizard, but at least I have rhythm,” Taako calls back.

“Big talk from the peanut gallery!” Magnus says, and tries to lead Lucretia into a spin. They both end up on the ground, fortunately with Lucretia on top. 

“Oh, for goodness sake,” Magnus hears Taako mutter, “Merle, hold my drink.”

“Are you ok?” he asks Lucretia, who pats his chest fondly.

“You’re trying very hard,” she says, her voice thick with barely-contained mirth. “I appreciate the effort.”

Taako is suddenly standing over them both. “Your girlfriend deserves better, Burnsides, I hope you know that.”

“Are you here to save me?” Lucretia asks, propping her chin on her palm in a bored sort of way, like she uses Magnus as a chaise lounge all the time.

Actually, that isn’t entirely inaccurate, when Magnus stops to think about it. 

“If I must I must,” Taako sighs, offering a hand, which Lucretia takes.

“My hero,” she deadpans, as he pulls her to her feet. Magnus makes a great show of being winded when she leverages herself off his stomach and she grins down at him. 

“As your boyfriend’s boyfriend,” Taako says, “I’m pretty sure it’s in my duties somewhere that I make sure he doesn’t accidentally maim you.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was a guidebook,” Lucretia says. “Or a rulebook? Is this a metaphorical list of duties or did you actually draw up a document?”

Taako snorts. “Fuck that noise, and anyway you’re the one with the writing fetish, Miss Watch-Me-Use-These-Pens-With-Both-Hands.” He frowns, a thought occurring. “Does that do anything for you in the bedroom?”

“You’re disgusting,” she tells him amicably. 

He shrugs. “Hey, I mean, our Magnus Burnsides timeshare aside, you’re like, practically an honorary sister, gotta make sure you’re happily kept and all that.”

“I assure you I am anything but kept,” she says. “Also, would that make us sister wives, or...?”

“Now who’s disgusting,” he says, but he says it like he’s proud of her, and gods above, they really are rubbing off on one another. Magnus realizes not for the first time that between the two of them, he’s in way, way over his head. 

It’s not a bad place to be, all things considered. 

Taako sighs dramatically. “And here I thought you were the civilizing influence in this relationship.” 

“Oh, I am,” Lucretia says. “Are you sure you can dance in those heels?”

“Please.”

They leave Magnus on the ground, and within only a few minutes and a little bit of trial and error, they’re moving in tandem almost flawlessly despite the dark and the uneven terrain. Magnus is not jealous. 

He props himself up on his elbows and tries his best to look peeved when they glance his direction, but it’s less than effective seeing as he can’t stop grinning. Sure of his audience, Taako leans in to whisper something to Lucretia and then in the next moment, dips her with all the theatrics he can muster. Magnus appreciates the miniature fireworks, they’re a nice touch. The two pause for effect, silhouetted against the firelight and the sparks. 

These two, he thinks. He leans forward, laughing. “Ok, it’s not fair if you already know how to dance!” he yells.

They right themselves, and Taako sticks his tongue out at him. Lucretia waves cheekily.

“That’s not even the dance they were teaching us!” Magnus yells again, but they’re back to twirling, wild and carefree, and the crowd of other dancers soon swallows them up. 

Pleased despite his loss, Magnus shakes his head and brushes himself off and makes his way over to Merle who hands him Taako’s half-finished drink. 

“You know,” Merle says, “It’s a damn good thing they like you, cuz they could probably eat you alive.”

“What’s in this?” Magnus asks, ignoring him. 

“Hell if I know,” Merle says, knocking back his own drink. “I’m going to dance.” 

Magnus knows better, he does, but he takes a tentative sip of Taako’s drink anyway, and oh fuck, yeah, that’s--that’s some straight liquor there. He sets the glass down on the bench next to Merle’s empty one and goes in search of something more like cider and less like paint thinner. 

The search goes less well than he had hoped.

Eventually, he finds Lup and Barry cuddled up next to one of the smaller fires and decides that’s good enough.  

“Luuuup,” he whines, throwing himself down to starfish next to her in the grass. “Taako and Lucretia are ganging up on meeeeee...”

“And how is that my problem, Burnsides,” she says, looking down at him.

“Poor Magnus,” Barry says, peering around her. “What did you do?”

“I can’t dance.”

“Oh, is that all.”

“I can’t dance and they’re both going to leave me for each other.”

Lup makes a horrified face at the thought and Barry chokes on a laugh. “I can think of several reasons why that is categorically untrue.”

“Gods, can you imagine?” Lup says, shuddering for effect. 

“I’d really rather not try,” Barry says. “Magnus, they both love you very much, I’m sure they will forgive you for being a bad dancer.”

“Thanks Barry, you’re my favorite.”

Lup punches him in the stomach. 

“Hey, hey, hands of the goods! I’d like him less bruised, not more,” Taako’s voice floats over from not too far off. Magnus uncurls himself from the fetal position to raise his head and sure enough, Taako and Lucretia are making their way over to their small fire. 

“Why are you all here, I just wanted a nice private makeout sesh with my bf, please go away,” Lup says. Taako cheerily flips her off and sits down. 

“This is our fire now, go be gross somewhere else.”

Lup flicks at her brother’s ear and he dodges it. “Excuse you,” she says, “We got here first, go find your own fire.”

“There’s more of us,” Taako says as Lucretia sits down too. “Also I used up all of my energy dancing, I am incapable of movement for the next forever, sorry not sorry.”

Lup makes a face at him, which he mimics before giving his attention over to Magnus. “Where’d you go, big guy, we weren’t done showing off,” he says. 

Magnus sits up and throws an arm around him. “Thought I’d give you guys some privacy to gossip about me.”

“Please, we do that in front of you,” Lucretia says, tugging at Magnus’s other arm and draping it over her shoulders when he raises it obligingly. 

Taako leans in. “Yeah, it’s only fun to tease you when we can see your face while we’re doing it.”

“He’s worried you’re going to leave him for each other,” Barry supplies helpfully. Magnus can feel both of them freeze on either side of him. 

“Barry, I take back what I said about you being my favorite.”

“Dibs!” calls Lup.

“Maggie,” says Taako. “Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie Maggie.”

Magnus sighs. “I was being dramatic--!”

“Magnus,” Lucretia says, tone deadly serious, “The day Taako and I get together is the day the Hunger wins, don’t you realize? We can’t risk it. Existence as we know it would literally end.”

She can’t keep the grin off of her face towards the end of the sentence, and it’s contagious, and soon they’re all giggling at one another. Lup mutters something at them about getting a room. The fire is warm and stars above are as bright as ever. 

And it’s nice.

“You’re both jerks and I don’t know why I like you,” Magnus says easily, once they’ve all calmed a bit.

“Lies,” Taako says, dropping his head against Magnus’s shoulder. Lucretia wiggles closer and nuzzles into his clavicle, humming her agreement.

“Yeah,” Magnus concedes. 

“Seriously though, if we’re overdoing it on the teasing--”

Magnus rolls his eyes. “It was a joke, it was only a joke, and I’m going to murder Barry in his sleep.”

“Don’t make me haunt you, Burnsides.”

Lup stands up and makes a show of brushing the grass off of her robe. “Alright you lovebirds, this has been a blast, but we’re turning in. Magnus, no killing my boyfriend,” she says, raising her eyebrows in a significant and mildly threatening manner as she holds his gaze.  Magnus smiles innocently up at her until Barry walks over to join her and takes her hand. “Oh, and uh, take your time coming back to the ship, just sayin’.”

They turn to go. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Taako says, without lifting his head from Magnus’s shoulder. 

Lup stops. “Why not.”

“Because we saw Merle dragging Cap’n’port that direction on our way over here,” Taako says.

Lups eyes go wide. “Gods DAMMIT.”

“Oh, no,” Barry says.

“Can we just sleep out here tonight? I vote we sleep out here tonight,” Magnus declares. 

“Ugh,” says Lup. “How’s a girl supposed to get her freak on with all you cockblockers being gross everywhere.”

“Too much information, thanks for sharing,” Taako deadpans loudly.

“C’mon,” Barry says, tugging Lup gently by the hand. “Maybe we can bribe someone to lend us a cabin.”

She lets herself be led away. “You all suck!” she calls over her shoulder.

There’s a beat, and then: “Hmm. Well, not at the moment,” Lucretia mumbles into Magnus’s shirt. 

The resulting fit of laughter doesn’t end for quite some time. 

[strawbabybug]

001 yuri on ice 002 leoji 003 chris (i hope its okay i askedd a few (๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑)

It’s more than okay nonnie :3c

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Yuri!!! on Ice

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Oh jeez, like all of them… I literally love all of them. But… um…. lets say either Phichit or Minami or Leo

Least Favorite character: I literally do not have one. I love all of them.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Victuuri, Leoji, Seungchuchu, Milasara, Michemil/Emimike

Character I find most attractive: Otabek like hot damn

Character I would marry: Phichit hands down I will marry him right now

Character I would be best friends with: Minami or Phichit

a random thought: how is it even possible to love every single character in a show, even the smallest ones???

An unpopular opinion: JJ is good and deserves better treatment in the fandom because he’s not an asshole, he just tries really hard to make friends and messes up or says the wrong things

my canon OTP: Victuuri

Non-canon OTP: Leoji

most badass character: Yurio, he’s 15 years old and he worked so fucking hard and ended up winning gold because of his hard work and him pushing his limits.

pairing I am not a fan of: JJ and Yurio…. just… no… def not for me…

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Michele probably, I wish they had done less of suggesting incest with Sara cause it was weird. Like it was small enough that I can look past it, but still…

favourite friendship: Yuuri and Yurio

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I want to adopt Minami and Yurio, they are my sons

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Leoji

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when of if I started shipping it: Leoji didn’t really start being popular until Guang Hong literally imagined himself taking a bullet for Leo, but the first time they were on the screen, my first thought was “omg small boyfriends” and it only kept growing

my thoughts: They are pure and they are best friends that realized that they loved each other and they just… they are the fluff pairing

What makes me happy about them: everything, they are adorable and they love each other 

What makes me sad about them: time zones and distance… they work through it, but I imagine that they miss each other a lot…

things done in fanfic that annoys me: nothing really, I haven’t found a leoji fic that I disliked

things I look for in fanfic: fluffffffff and reunions

My kinks: I don’t ship them sexually a lot, but I do like the idea of Guang Hong dressing up for Leo, in like the playboy bunny type outfits or short skirts and heels and stuff

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Phichit

My happily ever after for them: Guang Hong moves to America to live with Leo and they share an apartment and have a little chihuahua thats named something cute like Taco and they visit Leo’s family every weekend because Leo’s family absolutely LOVES Guang Hong. Leo’s mom basically already adopted him and loves cooking with him and trading recipes. Leo is a coach and teaches kids how to skate and he plays music in his spare time (maybe teaching kids how to play guitar too), while Guang Hong works at an animal shelter, taking care of them and helping them get adopted, and when he isn’t there, he’s vlogging. (A lot of his vlogs include Leo and Taco, because he loves chasing them with a camera.) He does a lot of cooking videos because he just likes to, and he’ll post videos of Leo singing and playing guitar, and tag/challenge videos. Especially when Phichit comes visiting… So many videos will be recorded then. They go to bed every night thankful that they can finally hold each other and be in the same time zone, and they are happy.

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Chris

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character: oh where to even start… he has no chill and I love him and 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Mystery man (I heard Kubo calls him Masu…. something…. I can’t remember what it is and I can’t find the tweet right now :/ but yeah him)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Chris/Victor. they are like… brotp but they’ve also definitely fucked before. at least once.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t think that Chris is really sexy? like… I think he’s really pretty, but not necessarily sexy

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish it had GIVEN MYSTERY MAN A CANON NAME AND TOLD US IF HE IS CHRIS’ BF OR HUSBAND.

my het ship: ????? um… Chris and Minako maybe i guess?

my fem/slash ship: Chris/Mystery Man

my OTP: Chris/Mystery Man

my OT3: Chris/Victor/Yuuri

my cross over ship: huh… um… idek man

my kink: that god damn flower crown my god

a head cannon fact: After the banquet, Chris helped Victor get Yuuri back to his hotel room. Chris was drunk, but not nearly as bad as Yuuri. Victor had enough to be tipsy, and his inhibitions were out the window… Am I implying that they had a drunk threesome in Yuuri’s hotel room after the banquet, and that Victor woke up the next day and got Chris out of there before Yuuri woke up because “hold on I called dibs why are you here?” but then he also had to leave so Yuuri had no idea what had happened when he woke up? Yes, most definitely, I am.

my gender bend: Christophina/Chrissy, her hair is long and wavy/slightly curly and it’s blonde with the underside dyed brown. She got hella curves and she knows she’s hot af and she loves to show it off. I also feel like she would make lots of gay jokes and reminds everyone that she’s a huge lesbian, which makes her girlfriend sigh constantly. She’s fiercely loyal and will help anyone who needs it, she’s a huge feminist and she loves cats (especially hers)

[penguinbois]

an exhaustive list of all the funniest parts of omgcp

currently rereading the whole fucken comic so here we go

year 1

“shit son, :3 is like, guaranteed pussy”

“…or get into fetal position at center ice. thats also an option”

“holy hell, bitty’s like those fainting goats”

when bitty first opens the cabinets in the haus kitchen and all they have is 30+ bottles of sriracha

when shitty fuckin THANKS THE OTHER TEAMS GOALIE after a game for letting them score (trust me when i say im sobbing over this)

“gentlemen! less chit chat more alcohol abuse!”

“but actually theres a youth hockey tournament today so we have to get out of here by 7″ (what a fuckin classic yall)

“ransypoo is right”

mister jacks dad

“my butt is whack and busted!”

“your butt can be anything it wantes to be.” “even secretary of state?” “e-SPECIALLY secretary of state!”

a closeup of bittys face in like an action shot but hes saying “and i brought yall goodie bags”

“he just shook my hand and said ‘you got my dibs bro.’ what does that mean? um… oh gosh… im sorry- i know this is samwell but i have no idea how that couldve been offensive”

“where are we? was that… did i just hear a theme song?”

year 2

the pin board in the haus, specifically the speech bubble taped to it that just says “jizz!”

just… the whole bitty-sings-halo-and-jack-has-had-enough situation

bittys’ “literally ever?” while talking to nursey about dex. hes so tired.

“you were in town, zimmermann- DWEEB TOWN” (another classic)

chowder aleady being mad tipsy after one (1) natty light

“there are no pies in hazing”

“3000 words. coffee shop verse. imcomplete since 2010.”

“cockadoodle motherfucking doo! rise and shine and get out of my haus.”

when the frogs are talking abt lardos boob drawing and nursey wont stop chirping chowder about him seeing farmers

every single part of the “shoe check” panel

when everyone has their playoff beards going and it all just like lil scruff, then holster has a full fledged fucken beard

“mens hockey team streak derailed by stupidest roadie convo ever”

“et tu, lardo?”

“jack, surprise me and DONT join the nhl. surprise me and do like, competitive fucking horticulture.”

“bits! wanna look at the ice and get all sad with us?”

the fact that lardo beat parse at beer pong then immediately gave him an “honor belch”

“excel says we owe him, like, 3 ovens.”

the nonchalantness with which bad bob says that jacks “uncle” is WAYNE FUCKING GRETZKY

year 3

“… im sure youre wonderful at curling.”

“i have like,,, so many questions”

bylaw numer 13: FFFFUCK THE LAX TEAM

tango thinking bitty means parse is nice by saying “bless his heart.” i just… bless his heart, tango.

“the next five dudes youre going to ask about? were probably all shitty”

holsters jockstrap, aka the “dead goalie’s 7th horcrux”

“its another place to call home. (but with more dongs)”

“yeah okay, thirdy. no one reading your poems.”

“wow, mr. shitty, you must know… a hundred laws”

jack asking bitty to be his bf by giving him a lego of himself. this boy.

“hashtag journalism” AKA, THE FIRST INSTANCE OF NURSEY SAYING HASHTAG OUT LOUD

holster yelling “gobsmacked” at least twice because ransom didnt know about jerrys brunch

jack “rock lord” zimmermann

the wild look in ransom and holsters eyes when they tell jack and bitty how much theyre gonna fine them

BEEP BOOP

“dicky, im married but im not dead!”

the pure judgment in the sentence “wow sin bin already”

jack “im dating one of my teammates” zimmermann and his alter ego, jack “one of my teammates from college!” zimmermann

when marty starts ranting and jack gets so anxious that he accidentally turns on the tool hes holding

this will be continued as comics are released but for now… here it is