#i love ana sm!!!!!!!!

[deansbite]

me and my love doing this thingy... ( @pearlzier )

how i see ana vs how she sees herself!!!!

how i see myself vs how she sees me..

the template !!

( i love you ana <3 )

[deansbite]

i would read this but im not the biggest sturniolo fan but gusy read this NOW.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝜗℘ㆍ nerd.ᐟmatt ☆ nerd.ᐟreader ，✿

"POPULAR, YOU'RE GONNA BE POPULAR," you'd sing when you were doing absolutely anything. it was no shock to anyone that you adore musicals, you're an absolute theatre fiend. since you were a little kid, it's been your form of escapism, being able to transform into a different person on stage instead of how sheepish you usually are. matt personally loved how confident you were infront of an audience and so passionately speaking the lines you'd worked so hard to perfect.

after the inarguable disaster that was the mean girls adaptation (you'd quite literally sobbed into his arms about how bad it was) you two were pretty sceptical about a wicked movie adaptation.

"you really like uh.." matt's watching you, as best as he can, anyway, considering the fact that he's driving the two of you towards the cinema. his eyes flutter back to the road, hand working over the wheel as he holds onto it. "uh.. what's her name, the woman who played glinda on broadway—" he drums his fingers against the wheel in thought.

you adored the original wicked on broadway, you'd practically learnt the entire score, and you were so serious when it came to elphaba and glinda. literally, you and your bestfriend had gone as them one time for halloween before it was trendy to do so—the 'og's, shall we say. you loved many musicals, but wicked would always have a soft spot in your heart. having gone to see it live, it was a memory you'd never forget.

you were like, the most qualified ever to judge whether a wicked movie adapation was actually as good as it should be.

well, matt thought you were, anyway. he held you in extremely high regard.

he doesn't even get to finish before you're interjecting, "kristin chenoweth!" causing a smile to spread across his lips. there you go again, so eager to talk about musicals. he only ever sees you this happy when you're talking about the things you like or when you're with him.

"kristin chenoweth," he agrees quietly, watching the way the gleam in your eyes twinkles as you speak. he's in awe, pure awe, at how perfect you are. he'll get better at voicing it, he's sure of it. he's just.. a little overwhelmed by how much he loves you.

"she's amazing, matt," you insist, adjusting the tote bag sat in your lap. nothing could describe the amount of energy you have right now, you're practically bouncing off the inside of the car with joy right now. this might be one of the best moments of your life if you're completely honest with yourself.

"this is gonna be amazing, 'm sure of it. the marketing team are working overtime for this." matt might actually cry if he has to drink down another glinda themed robinsons drink—he won't, he'll brave it for you, but still.

matt isn't exactly into musicals the way you are, he usually plays video games, watches movies, and gets so hype over them it's crazy. though, you get it, your interests make you just as feral. but this is a movie musical, so you think he'll be into it as well. wicked was inescapable, his entire for you page was just glinda and elphaba and he wasn't even mad about it. couldn't be, especially with how happy it made you.

it was like when hamilton was trending, oh, god, you'd performed like seven one woman performances of the musical that he's sure he can quote the entire thing by now.

the two of you are quiet for a little more, the original broadway cast singing away in the background as it plays through the car speaker from your phone, 'till the car comes to a stop outside of the cinema. "we're here," he murmurs, killing the engine once he makes sure his parking's perfect.

"oh my god, matt! we're here. what if i faint? what if i vomit? oh god, i won't get to see the movie if i faint or vomit, will i? oh no, uh, okay, i need, uh.. oh—"

"hey, hey, relax," matt says, gently, wanting you to chill out a little. he offers a sheepish little smile and he murmurs, "uh.. we can go get the themed popcorn buckets and you can throw up in there if you want to.. in style.." that makes you giggle and you nod, practically ripping off your seatbelt so that the two of you don't waste any more time inside the car. he has to quickly get out to join you, making sure that you don't run off on your own.

as the two of you walk, his fingers awkwardly twitch at his side as he wishes to hold your hand, but he's a little apprehensive to. though, he doesn't know why he's so apprehensive about it, the two of you are dating, holding hands is a simple thing. but.. he is.

"wicked's real popular," he murmurs, glancing around. "it's real amazing," you add in return. the two of you make your way inside the cinema together, and you glance at eachother for a moment. he smiles, you smile, and it sends a surge of warmth through both of you. leaning against his shoulder, you watch as he pays for the two tickets, and even more heat surges through you at the fact you're one hundred percent going to be seeing wicked now. matt likes how happy it makes you. it makes him almost as happy, he's sure.

and you notice this, after a little. there's a bit of a queue—wicked was so popular—and you end up interlacing your fingers with his own. it makes a heat flush to his cheeks and he offers a smile to you, shuffling closer to you and pressing by your side a little just to make sure you don't get too cold considering it's getting colder out.

"line's pretty long," he notes quietly, glancing up. you guys are near the front, so it's okay. "mmh, yeah, but we're almost in," you agree, swinging your interlaced hands as you stand beside eachother.

"popcorn buckets?"

"popcorn buckets."

you're a mess when you get out of there. literally, he's got stains on his hoodie from your tears, not that he minded all that much. he'd be a hypocrite otherwise, he's feeling a little teary eyed himself. thrusted against his chest are the various popcorn buckets that you'd bought, as you're currently trying to compose yourself and make sure your pink makeup doesn't run. you'd dressed up in full glinda gear, as best as you could, and he'd gone as elphaba. in your words, he'd given you total wicked witch of the west energy, in the best way.

he mumbles a soft, "you're okay," switching the popcorn buckets to one arm so he could gently rub your arm as the two of you made your way out. a soft smile settles on his lips, just watching you. everyday he's reminded in little moments why he loves you so much. this is definitely one of them. matt quietly leads you out of the screening room, giving smiles to the people working at the cinema, ones who are quiet heartwarmed by your reaction to the movie and how much it clearly meant to you.

"that was just.." matt sighs softly, shaking his head as heat flushes to his cheeks. he shifts his weight a little, gently tugging on you for you to stop. it's just outside of the screening, his eyes meeting yours. your eyes are glossy, gleaming beneath the pink and green lights illuminating you both. "perfect," you finish for him, words wavering a little as you speak. god, you've never enjoyed a movie more. definitely a top ten movie. maybe even for matt, too. he couldn't deny how good it was.

matt nods his head at your words, adding a quiet, "really perfect," you'd one hundred percent be watching the movie a gazillion times after, probably in cinemas, but also definitely on some illegal websites when you got back home. matt'd be joining you, totally. he may not have been a complete musical fan, but he'd get into it for you, definitely.

"i'm like.. a new person after that," you tell him, shuffling closer to him and leaning your head up against his chest. he places the buckets down on the ground beside you two and he tentatively wraps an arm around your middle to bring you up against his chest.

"me too.. might be a musical fan.." a laugh slips past his lips ³and in return you giggle too. a soft sigh escapes you afterwards, head tilting to the side a little. he blinks when you look up at him like that, and the heat floods his cheeks a little more. he's getting warm from all the attention, really. but you're looking up at him like he hung the stars and the moon, and it makes him feel so unbelievably special. his heart's pounding against his chest, literally.

"i.. wanna kiss you," you find yourself saying before you even realise, and matt practically splutters and stammers over his words in return. "oh, uh.. you do? oh," he swallows thickly, glancing down at the ground a moment before he meets your gaze again, nodding his head. he'd been thinking the same exact thing, since.. right now, your lips look like they're coated in pure sugar, all shiny and glossy.

"you can kiss me. i wanna.. wanna kiss you," he mumbles, slowly easing his hand upwards on your back, his lips parting.

you're the one who goes for it, bringing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. he brings you as close as possible with his hand, a dreamy sigh slipping past his lips against your own. you let your hands come up and cradle his jaw, both of your eyes shutting together as you take in the bliss that is the kiss you're sharing. when the two of you part, he's breathless, eyes gleaming in a similar way to yours. "you taste like candy," accurate, considering all the candy you'd been eating during the movie, but he loves it.

you feel a heat come to your face at that, and you glance at the floor sheepishly. "i do?"

matt nods, because yeah, you do. he sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the sweetness that you'd left there in the kiss. he's incredibly intoxicated by you, how you taste, how you feel, just.. you. "yeah.." he really wants to do it again, but the realisation that you two had just kissed in public hits him and he ends up burying his head in your hair to try hide himself in some way. "oh my god, we just kissed, in public," you say in realisation.

he's got absolutely no clue where all of this confidence comes from, but he murmurs a breathy, "y'know what's not public?" that makes your eyebrows raise in interest, lashes fluttering a little bit. matt relishes in that expression on your face, just for a moment.

"what is?" you soon ask, brows furrowing now.

"my bedroom," matt wiggles his eyebrows instinctively, and despite your surprise at his forwardness, you laugh. a genuine, soft, laugh. god, you adore him. enough to the point you quickly run behind him as he practically drags you back to the car.

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[nacpana]

dont know abt u guys but THEYRE my motivation

[nadalffc]

[piouscoffeelover]

overwatch players fr say "i hate this game" as they proceed to sit down & grind the game for hours straight, forgetting to eat & use the restroom in the process

[smoshidiot]

missing him hours 🤍

[deansbite]

well this is who @pearlzier is in a nutshell

[caffeinatedbisexual]

Another one because these books truly crack me up

[thedeadthree]

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[lesbianmaxevans]

Ana & Alberto || 1.03 ’Aléjate de mí’

[lepusrufus]

Me (Moira), hyperventilating, cursing up a storm, popping Coal, desperately looking for the rest of the enemies, clutching my mouse like I'm Tom finally catching Jerry: Now why the fuck would you do THAT?!?

My friend (Ana), who nanoed me out of the blue: But look you secured point :3

[zeroducks-2]

"Robin." Slade murmured lowly.

Dick shook his head and didn't answer. He wasn't Robin anymore. Robin died many weeks ago, killed by Slade himself when the man forced him to pull a trigger for the very first time.

Slade sighed and Dick knew that he was annoying his master, inconvincing him. That he should answer him properly, stand up and force his hands to stop shaking but he couldn't bring himself to actually do it. He kept sitting on the ground, caked in a blood that wasn't his own and stared at the body of a man that just tried to kill him.

A man that would succed in killing him was it not for Slade.

"Dick," Slade tried again, voice so soft and gentle that Dick would cry if he wasn't feeling so numb.

The hand that touched his cheek was warm, not like the glove Slade always wore as Deathstroke and Dick blinked up at him, reaching a shaking hand to cover Slade's own.

His master stroked a thumb down his cheek. He didn't even seem to notice the blood Dick left on his skin.

"You did good." Slade praised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm here now. You're safe."

The buzz in Dick's ears makes him wonder if he really heard that. There's still the warmth of touch on his cheek and he's tempted to squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation of the slap which should come - it should, he messed up, he deserves it - but the brush of lips through the man's mask on his forehead suggest that Dick's master is not angry at him.

«I should be punished.» He observes simply. He hates it, he hates being confined or beaten, and lately he's grown to hate it so much, especially being locked in a tiny dark room, that he started obeying. Lately the punishments have become too much for him to bear, and Dick unable to take them, but he knows he deserves one now. What he doesn't deserve is to be touched so gently and told that he's alright.

«Sweetheart.» There's another hand coming up to cup Dick's other cheek, naturally bringing him to look up. Slade pulled up his mask. He doesn't look angry even if he's slightly frowning. «Why should I punish you for trying to save my life.»

Dick blinks slowly and realizes he's been gripping the man's wrist hard, so he relaxes it with a deep breath. he also realizes that yes. He was trying to... do that. Slade had been hit with a stun charge, strong enough to flatline a meta, and Dick...

«What you should have done is shoot that man in the head, not use yourself as a shield.» Slade continues, wiping more blood from Dick's face with his thumbs. «That is something I'm going to have to drill into your little head. I don't want to see this kind of stunt, ever again.» He leans down, touches their foreheads together. Dick's breath hitches and just like that he's clutching the man's wrists again, with both hands this time. «But for now you're alright. We'll talk about this another time.»

He's picked up like he weighed nothing, and just like that he's pressed against the solid wall of Slade's chest.

Dick keeps holding onto him tight, breathing slowly to keep himself from crying. He was about to die, he was. That man would have killed him wasn't it for that few seconds of hesitation... maybe because he suddenly found himself about to kill a teenager instead of the seven foot tall monster who just massacred the rest of his team. And that apparently gave Slade enough time to gather himself, his knife, and plunge it into that guy's throat. And that's all Dick's fault, but Slade is alright, and somehow that's all that matters to him now.

[ripdiy]

lady victims! :3 (free to use as icons or whatevs with credit <3)

boys coming soon too but i decided to post the gals first since ik the guys will probably take me a bit longer to finish :'] hope y'all enjoy!! i have massive tcm brainrot rn

[gallopinggallifreyans]

Cleaning my room how many fucking pairs of shoes do I have

[sanjisboyfie]

It seems that sanji has a very complex/complicated and nuanced relationship with reader given your hcs. Like at first he treats reader like every other guy, then it develops into something more where he actually favors him more than the guys and girls, to full blown feelings, which THEN develops to the point where he becomes super possessive and jealous if reader gives others attention to where even he stops his womanizing habits😭 it’s a pretty intriguing development when you put it like that since falling for a guy is completely new territory for a man like sanji and I’m all for it!!

sososo late replying to this im so sorry but i have literally been thinking about this isnce youve sent it anon !!! because its either i imagine sanji falling for a guy to mimic this + original headcanon

OR

it could either be, he's all in and he doesn't even know how he ended up like that. not to say that his mannerisms (really flirty) change overnight, but more like his mentality??? changes really fast. like before he even realizes he is emotionally invested in reader, he will most probably still be flirting w nami and robin, but internally being like "why am i flirting with them again..." and to him, it probably feels "right" - like a routine - to jus wake up and shower them with compliments, but overtime he starts thinking like why am i not complimenting him though because hes even more beautiful than they are...and before he realizes that he actually LIKES a man, he's already acting on it. like his heart and body know before his head doe. if that makes sense....I HOPE IT DOES.

SANJI IS A SUPER COMPLEX CHARACTER WHEN U PUT HIM IN MALE READER INSERTS AND THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS HE CAN REACT/ACT TO A MALE READER, but what the original headcanon + what you've added in (lovely anon tysm muah), and that ^ are my personal favorite ways of thinking about him <3 (which is very often)

[smoshidiot]

arm-in-arm, we’ll win the fight!

it’s always been our dream!

happy 18th birthday to the pokémon theme lip sync!