#i think i might be fully in the clown car now

[tevanbuckley]

Buck & Eddie in 6x13 +  ↳ some very interesting lighting choices

[wikiangela]

when I say I love your mind (I wanna steal your heart)

huge thank you to @evansboyfriend and @beefcakekinard for alllll the help, you're the best <3

prompt: Halloween - couples costumes rated: G tags: fluff, established relationship word count: 1.8k

[also on ao3]

“So maybe vampires? Classic.” Buck suggests, hoping they’ll finally settle on something. But one look at Tommy’s face tells him it’s another no. 

“I don’t know. It’s kinda basic.” His boyfriend says, and, okay, Buck can see that. 

“Yeah, okay.” Buck hums, taking a second to come up with something else, as he and Tommy walk through the park, taking the long way to Tommy’s car. It’s a late evening, the moon illuminating their path, Tommy’s hand warm in his. They’re just finishing up date night, and at the end of their dinner the subject of Halloween was brought up – which is what they’ve been on for the last fifteen minutes. “So I guess ghosts or zombies or, I don’t know, clowns or pirates are also a no?”

“Uh, they might be a maybe?” Tommy shrugs, but clearly he’s not very into it. 

“What about superheroes? Ooh, you could be Superman. You kinda look like him anyway.” He says, bringing their clasped hands to kiss Tommy’s knuckles. “My own personal hero.” He whispers, and Tommy laughs. Buck’s sure if it wasn’t dark, he’d see a faint blush in his cheeks.

“And what would that make you, Wonder Woman?” There’s a skeptical but amused tone in his voice. 

“Maybe.” He shrugs and Tommy doesn’t even need to say anything for Buck to know he’s not a fan. “Okay, so Batman and Robin.”

“Hm, that’s one to think about.” Tommy responds. Buck takes that as a win, but they could do something more fun.

“Luke and Leia.” He says just because maybe Star Wars will be something to agree on – though, on the other hand, that might just spiral into another disagreement they’ve had before about those movies in general, so maybe better to leave it alone. Buck loves Tommy so much, but his Star Wars opinions are… not good. He can look past that, though. No one can be perfect.

“They’re siblings. We’re not doing a sibling couples’ costume, Evan.” He says decisively, shaking his head. Bossy, for someone who can’t decide on a costume. Buck rolls his eyes, kinda fond but kinda annoyed.

“So Leia and Han Solo. Oh, or Han and Luke? To put a bit of a spin on it?”

“Uh-” Tommy makes a face – to his credit, he does try to hide it – and Buck sighs in frustration. He doesn’t even want to hear the reason for the no. He pauses, trying to think of something else, the silence always pleasant between them. Whether they talk for hours, or are silent together, in Tommy’s company every second is the most comfortable and enjoyable. Buck just feels like he can be fully himself, and lean into his silliest side. 

“We could be Venom and Eddie Brock.” He says, mostly joking, the image that popped into his head so ridiculous he laughs.

“Hm. And how would that work, exactly? One of us in regular clothes and the other in costume as Venom?”

“Yeah. You as Eddie, and I dressed in all black, on your back.” He gives Tommy a shit-eating grin when he glances at him disbelievingly. “You know, like when Venom pops out of Eddie’s back?”

“And, what, I’d carry you on my back the whole night?” He laughs, but Buck just nods. “Sweetheart, I’m strong, but I’m not that strong. Best I could do is a few minutes.” He sounds almost apologetic, and Buck needs to kiss him about it, so he presses a quick kiss to his lips, stopping them briefly.

“I know, I’m kidding.” He whispers, resuming walking. “Would be cool, though.”

“It would.” Tommy admits. Silence falls over them again, as the gears in Buck’s brain keep turning, going through every movie he can remember ever seeing, or any fun and cool couples they could realistically dress up as.

“Beauty and the Beast? I could do a yellow suit. And you can be my Beast.” Buck leans closer to Tommy, his chin brushing Tommy’s shoulder as they walk, almost at the car now. He whispers, “You already are.”

“That’s a leap from Venom.” A laugh escapes Tommy. “I don’t know. It’d be cute, but I thought you wanted scary.”

“True. We could make it scary.” He says, but then another idea pops into his head. “Oh, how about the Addams family? You know, to keep the spooky vibe.” Buck bumps his shoulder into Tommy’s.

“Well, I do love the Addams family.” Tommy nods. “Who exactly, though?”

“The best couple ever, of course. Morticia and Gomez.” He says, and watches Tommy’s face for his reaction. “And you hate it.” He sighs, and rolls his eyes, starting to get a tiny bit annoyed. It’s like the fiftieth costume he suggested, Tommy has to like something.

“No, I love it, really, but, you know, if we’re doing a couple, maybe it could be a gay couple instead?” Tommy suggests, pulling Buck a little closer to him. Well, that was the idea at first, before Buck spiraled where he is now, because someone kept shutting down his ideas. At least now he gets why some of those were a no from Tommy, because Buck thinks some were really fun.

“Yeah, sure. If we could agree on any.” He shoots Tommy a pointed look.

“Okay, any other ideas?” Tommy asks, a hint of fond amusement on his face. It’s not funny, though, they need to figure it out quickly, Halloween is right around the corner.

“Salt and pepper shakers.” He throws out. “Or ketchup and mustard.”

“Are you serious?” Tommy raises his eyebrow, giving him his signature ‘Evan’ look, version exasperated. Buck just shrugs, trying to hide a smile, the thought of his boyfriend having specific smiles and looks reserved for him making his heart swell.

“I’m running out of ideas, Tommy. Oh!” He exclaims, a new random idea popping into his head. “Tom and Jerry! Get it?” He grins, looks at his boyfriend expectantly, and sees a tired but very fond and amused smile. “Tom-my.” He drags out the first syllable, just to get his point across.

“Yeah, baby, I get it. You’re adorable, but no.” He says, and then chuckles when Buck pouts. 

“How about the emotions from Inside Out?” He grumbles, the movie popping into his head randomly – probably because he and Tommy watched it with Jee on their latest babysitting duty. They did a whole Pixar marathon. “You can be boredom.”

“Oh, really?” Tommy gives him one of his looks, and, damn, Buck almost melts under his gaze, even when he’s annoyed with him. He loves him so fucking much. “You calling me boring?” He tugs at Buck’s hand, stopping them and bringing him closer, so they’re face to face, his hands settling on Buck’s hips, Buck’s landing on his huge arms, now covered by a jacket. There’s an amused smirk on Tommy’s face. “I thought I was cool?”

“Nah, you’re not. You hide it well, but I know now that you’re just a huge dork. And very, very boring.” Buck teases, trying and failing to say it with a straight face, a smile breaking through. “And I love you anyway.”

“I love you, too, Evan.” Tommy says, his smile forming into that fond, loving ‘Evan’ smile that Buck can never resist kissing off. So he does. He kisses Tommy once, twice, the kisses soft and chaste, both smiling into each other’s lips. He’s about to go in for a third, intending on deepening it, but Tommy pulls away, face a bit more serious. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Buck frowns, not wanting or needing any apologies, genuinely wondering if he missed anything.

“For being such a pain about this whole costume thing.” Tommy explains, and Buck wants to laugh. Yeah, okay, he was a little annoyed, but it’s just a little teasing, bickering, about Halloween costumes of all things. He can take the most ridiculous things seriously, but this? Nothing to get overly upset about. He’s about to say all that, but then Tommy continues, “I don’t know, maybe Halloween is just not my thing. I’ve never really been too into it.” He shrugs, a flicker of something wistful crossing his face, but it’s gone too quickly to decipher. “But it matters to you, and I love you, and I want you to be happy. So, I’m done being a party pooper, let’s do a costume. Next idea, no complaints, I promise. Whatever you want.” He says so sincerely, but there’s a hint of a ‘I hope I’m not gonna regret this’ in his eyes. Buck grins, a random, brand new idea showing up.

“Woody and Buzz? From Toy Story.” he clarifies, as if that wasn’t obvious – and clearly it was, from the look he gets. “What? You said gay couple.”

“I don’t think they were. And I thought you wanted scary- but fine, okay.” Tommy sighs, that fond look back on his face. “I said whatever you want. You wanna be the cowboy or the astronaut?”

“Hm.” Buck takes a second to think – and realizes that, actually, there’s an even better, easier idea. “Or we could just be cowboys.” He shrugs, and then he can feel his eyes go wide as the full picture pops into place. 

“Zombie cowboys.” He says, at the same time as Tommy, though Tommy’s sounds more like a question.

“You know me so well.” Buck beams, leaning in for another kiss. “Let’s be scary cowboy zombies. See, was that so hard?”

“You’re the one with a thousand ideas for a second. I didn’t even say no to everything at first, you just went through so many it was hard to keep up. I’m pretty sure you said cowboy back at the restaurant, too, and I didn’t even get a chance to say anything.” Tommy points out, pulling away from Buck, grabbing his hand again and starting to walk, his truck already visible in the distance.

“Not my fault my brain works like that.” Buck says mock-defensively. 

“I know, honey, I love your wonderful brain.” Tommy smiles, lets go of Buck’s hand to wrap his arm around his waist, presses a quick kiss to his cheek. “And I love you, my silly zombie cowboy.”

“Halloween is gonna be so much fun.” Buck is smiling widely, excited like a kid for his first Christmas – or, his first Halloween, more like. It’s seemingly no big deal, but also it’s his first Halloween with Tommy, and he’s excited – he’s excited for all the firsts with Tommy. He can’t wait to do everything and anything with him. “Are you gonna come by the station?”

“Of course, if I can. Gotta see how scary you’re gonna make it.”

“Wanna bet I can scare you?” He asks, just as they near the car.

“In the haunted house for children?” Tommy raises his eyebrows. “Sure, you can try. What are we betting on?”

“I have a few ideas.” Buck grins wickedly, crowding Tommy against the car.

“Oh, really? Well, I’m all ears.” Tommy grins, his arms wrapping around Buck’s neck, pulling him closer. Buck smiles into Tommy’s lips, kissing him, quick but lingering.

“Well, why don’t we go home and I can show you what I have in mind?”

[read on ao3]

[foolishmortal]

What if every time a team was on the sports field, their supporters just said, "Oh well there's no point in cheering because they already know we support them" and sat silently throughout the game. And what if those athletes only got boos from their fans when they made a mistake?

Sometimes it might feel like you don't need to call your representatives to voice concerns over issues, when you live in a blue state. You might think that it's redundant or that you are bothering them.

Instead, I call my representatives in Congress to voice my concerns within the context of telling them that I'm there cheering them on and supporting them. It's a much more pleasant phone call for both parties!

And I've called my members of Congress tonight just now to voice my concerns about the number of gross abuses of power perpetrated by Elon Musk and his clown car in the past 48 hours. And at the end of the call/email, I've let them know that I'm calling to share my concerns because I know that my representative shares them and telling them how much I am rooting for them and fully support drastic action against these threats.

Call or email your Congress person (look them up here), and tell them how much you appreciate their efforts to protect our democracy!

[youraveragedeltafan]

Jarod and Lola

A small rant fueled by a dubious take I heard on Jarod and Lola's relationship in both the game and first book, I've never fully read About a Girl so I can't vouch for that one.

((Now that I think about it, the OP was probably from a troll but it's too late I'm in too deep))

That being said. Spoilers.

TW for abuse and a brief talk about implied SA

Did Jarod abuse Lola in some way? It's likely, especially considering he slapped her in the first book. While it only happens if Lou decides not to do anything, it shows that Jarod is willing to hurt his child.

To be clear: hitting your kid is never okay. Even when he's trying to get her out of a dangerous situation, it's clear that smacking her did nothing, and that it wasn't an accident. It was retaliation for pushing off his hat. The direct quote is:

"The man’s long and thin fingers are clutching Lola’s bright red arm. The kid continues to flail, knocking back the man who loses his hat in the process. His response is immediate, a slap hard enough to knock her head off her shoulders." (31)

Lola's response directly after doesn't help

"The man sits at the wheel of the cab, and leers at Lola who flips him off. Once the car is gone, she stands up and dusts herself off." (251)

No reaction. We don't know what Lola was like before the Brigades, but I think anyone would be at least somewhat shocked after their parent hit them if it wasn't normal. Even if it was the first time, it's still entirely unnecessary. This was put there for a reason--to depict what kind of a person Jarod was before the attack. It shows that Jarod is not an innocent man who was pushed over the edge, and wasn't exactly a shining beacon of good or even halfway decent parenting before Lola's death.

Even without this, we already know Jarod is an objectively bad person. If we take away the nuance, he's still at his core a scary fictional bad guy who has it in him to hurt his daughter and kill people if they annoy him too much. So yeah, it's not out of the realm of possibility that he abused Lola even before the Brigades, and might have contributed to why she left. This is reprehensible on its own.

HOWEVER

It's okay to like Jarod and find him interesting, he's meant to be the archetypal stranger you shouldn't talk to in horror movies (the hitcher), and plays that part well. It doesn't make you a bad person to like Jarod. Look at it this way: just because you like the Joker doesn't mean you're gonna get a clown mask, rob a bank, then burn the money.

Back to Jarod though. I think if he did anything else, it would've been implied. If they wanted to go that way with his character (SA), I feel like it would be kind of irresponsible of the writers to leave it at small 'hints' (that for the record aren't really there). Making a shrine for your dead daughter isn't weird; the 'shrine' was in front of what was basically her bedroom--something parents of dead children tend to keep untouched. Being obsessed with your dead daughter, while probably unhealthy, isn't weird.

Just because Jarod has a short fuse and likes to threaten and kill people when his cold anger meter breaks doesn't automatically mean he gets some creepy sexual pleasure from doing so. It isn't implied like, at all. The closest things I can think of that's even remotely iffy without context is Better Be Good To Me, but even then it isn't about the crosser, it's about the cop.

TL; DR: Jarod, from what we know in canon, probably physically abused Lola before and after she joined the Brigades, however, there isn't enough evidence to say the writers (both book and game) wanted Jarod to be read as a sexual predator. To be clear: It's fine if that's *your* personal interpretation, as at the end of the day its art, but trying to stand on a moral high ground about a fictional character for something that was never remotely implied in game is really...yeah.

[tiger-mcqueen]

I see a lot of folks noting the things Ted Lasso has in common with Sleepless in Seattle after Ted said it's the superior Nora Ephron film.

And, yup, I did a rewatch of the film (it's one of my favorites) and took notes too just like a lot of you lol.

There are the obvious things of course. The whole soulmatey-destiny-cosmic-forces vibe, signs (that the heroine is a skeptic of), a focus on planes and boats, an Oklahoma reference, Dr. Fieldstone (who begs people to just talk to each other and admit their feelings). There are Wizard of Oz nods too: Somewhere Over the Rainbow plays after the first radio show, when Annie hears Sam for the first time, Annie and Walter's dinner at the Rainbow Room, Sam mentioning growing a new heart, the reference to a friend named Glenda.

But being the tedbecca clown and yoga enthusiast I am (*proudly adjusts clown wig before stretching*), here are a few other things I noticed:

When Victoria is traveling, she offers to bring Noah a snow globe from the place she's visiting.

The quote: "What we think of as fate is just two neuroses knowing that they are a perfect match." "Y'all's baggage just matches right up, don't it?"

When Annie stops at the diner, she orders tea.

Jonah's Seattle Mariners hat matches the believe colors, and (I know but I stretched before this reach) at the end of the movie, when Sam and Annie hold hands for the first time, he's wearing a yellow jacket and her coat is blue.

And, my favorite (I honestly gasped), the host who seats Sam and Victoria when they first meet for dinner is named...Derick.

Now for my Affair notes:

Sleepless in Seattle paid homage to An Affair to Remember, so let's think about that movie in relation to Ted Lasso, too.

(Before I really dig in, we all know from both movies about the Empire State Building and February 14, but do you remember the teaser trailer for this season was dropped on Valentines' Day?)

Now, in Nora Ephron's Sleepless, the movie and especially the ending of Affair was touted as the most romantic thing ever.

To summarize it: The heroine (Terry) and hero (Nickie) meet while they're involved with others and take a quick "friends to lovers" journey. They realize their feelings and vow to resolve the issues keeping them apart (relationships, careers), and then meet in six months at the top of the Empire State Building. When that day comes, Terry's hit by a cab while rushing to meet Nickie...and Nickie waits in vain in the rain and thunder and lightning until he gives up, thinking she doesn't love him. She won't tell him about the accident because it left her unable to walk. Nickie visits Terry in her apartment and is just about to leave forever when he sees one of his paintings (that his agent gave to a woman in a wheelchair) and realizes what happened. Love and happiness ensues.

So:

-Ted and Rebecca aren't involved with others when they meet, but they are very hung up on their exes, and they have to work through their issues before they're ready to be in a relationship with someone.

-There's been debate for a while in the general Ted Lasso fandom about the show foreshadowing a car accident. Ted even almost steps in front of a car a few times.

-Rebecca's "thunder and lighting" haven't happened yet.

-Ted's not a painter like Nickie, but the Hockney drawing that Rupert gave Rebecca is important to her journey. And this show likes parallels, so I've been thinking about how a drawing/painting/piece of artwork involving Ted might play a part in an eventual tedbecca. I've wondered if he might get her a copy of one of Hockney's lightning prints because he knows she likes the artist.

I don't know.

I'm not thinking Ted and Rebecca will vow to meet at the top of the Empire State Building or anything like that. But I have long thought any revelation of feelings between Ted and Rebecca would be in the very ending of the show, just like in Sleepless in Seattle.

(*puts on clown shoes*)

Now I'm fully into the idea that a car accident, thunder and lightning, and possibly a painting...all in homage to An Affair to Remember...will play a part in the realization of feelings and ensuing confession.

[pfhwrittes]

Thank you so much! I knew quite a few of the artists you listed but there were still some that are new to me, so I'm excited to check them out!!

I really appreciate how thorough your answers are and providing the links for the specific accents and slang. I feel like that will help me out a lot! I tried to do as much research as I could before I started writing, but there's only so far you can go when you don't know exactly what you're looking for in the first place.

I think Price was the only one that I couldn't exactly find out where he was supposed to be from and what that accent is supposed to be like. I really like the way he sounds in the games, but I might give Scouse!Price a try in one of my oneshots and see how that turns out. I really enjoy writing for things that are underrepresented in fandom so this might turn into my new favorite thing :) (I don't really follow any behind the scenes stuff or the actors themselves but my favorite video I ever came across was the one where Barry was showing off the 'coke and a water' he got after asking for a coconut water)

And I guess with Gaz it's not that his accent isn't as noticeable, so maybe pronounced wasn't quite the right word. I guess I'm just more familiar with the sound of a London accent. I feel like that's the stereotypical 'British' accent that is represented over here in the States, so it feels a little more basic? less embellished? not as hard to understand? Idk I feel like I'm still not quite finding the right word for it. I guess I'm more worried about using the right slang for him whereas with the rest of them it's finding the right slang AND figuring out the right way to write out the accent itself like you explained with the manc 'ya' and 'meh'

But anyways- Thank you again! I'm going to be doing a deep dive into all the links and hopefully come out on the other side a little more confident in my writing :)

Mr Blobanon 🤡

p.s. I don't mind being the Mr Blobby anon 😂 if they had an emoji for him I'd be using it right now lol but the clown will have to do for now.

mr blobanon 🤡! you're back!

i just had a thought, i know my darling @syoddeye is feeling a little under the weather at the moment BUT they have some fantastic music recs if you're looking for general vibes that might fit the characters. i fully recommend listening to the playlist they put together for their fic "For the Record", it's good stuff.

i'd love to see your take on scouse!price when you get round to it if you ever feel like sharing!

most non-uk people are more familiar with london/southern england/home counties/RP accents as that's what you see the most of in british media (booo!) so it makes sense that (for you) gaz's accent is the "default". don't worry about phrasing, i know what you mean and i'm not offended. the only time i get my hackles up is when people take the mick when it comes to regional/working class accents OR when they start up with the whole "scouse/brummie/northern accents are horrible" bullshit.

i'm trying to think of the best way i can help when it comes to solidifying gaz's slang/speech patterns but i'm drawing a bit of a blank. if there's a bit of gaz's dialogue that you're not sure sounds right i can give it a scan for you.

oh and some quick tips for making sure your british characters (specifically english) sound authentic:

it's shops, not store

traffic lights, not stop light

stop sign, not yield sign

boot (of a car), not trunk

bonnet (of a car), not hood

windscreen, not windshield

indicator, not blinker or turn signal

pavement, not sidewalk

road, not pavement

tarmac, not asphalt

bag, not purse

purse (for feminine characters), not wallet or coin purse

wallet (for masculine characters), not billfold

£50 notes are pink (and usually refused in most shops because they're fairly rare when it comes to circulation), £20s are purple, £10s are orange/yellow, £5s are blue

twenty quid note, tenner and fiver are all used commonly when referring to money (i haven't heard of a colloquial term for a £50 because i never have any 😅)

when writing out money write it as £1.20/£5.99 - not £1.20p/£5.99p unless it's less than a pound

when writing out money that's under a pound write it as 99p/20p not £0.99/£0.20

we use a blend of imperial and metric measurements just to be confusing

humans get weighed in stones and lbs AND kgs. height (in humans) gets measured as both feet and inches AND metres and centimetres

distances travelled are measured in miles not kilometres

distances measured can be in metres, feet, inches, centimetres, millimetres

volume can and will be measured in pints, gallons, litres and millilitres

that's all i can think of right now but i'm sure there's more! good luck!

[wizardfrog69]

Omg omg sigma <333333

Can you write NSFW headcanons of him? You can ignore if you dont feel comfortable, the writers health is more important. The reader can be male or gn!

Ofc I'll write nsfw hc for Sigma, I do both sfw and nsfw writing :)

'•.¸♡ nsft Sigma hc ♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

Both Afab and amab will be mentioned, I'll write like just general hc and then more specific ones under the headings of afab and amab.

Nsfw

Please if you don't feel comfortable with nsfw/nsft content do not read this

Cw! Mentions of p**n, if you do not feel comfortable with this subject please do not read further. Also I'm not fully spelling it so people who don't know what it is won't search it up. Also slight implication on transphobia and homophobia so do with that what you will but its isn't anything heavy just that the queer community doesn't get much representation is all. But there is a bit more on transphobia so be careful!

Masterlist

Enjoy!

General hc

So we can all agree he's a virgin right?

When he first heard about sex he did a shit tone of research.

Also Nikolai told him about sex.

When Sigma asked what it was he just said it's a really good book which he should read or something, idk.

Or else he showed Sigma p**n and made him watch it for like hours

Such a silly clown.

Sigma didn't fully trust Nikolai with that ... stuff so he did his own research and now knows that what they show on those sites is over exaggerated and unrealistic in many ways.

Don't let the idea of sex be influenced by p**n, pls.

The first time you asked to sleep with him he got nervous and confessed he has never done such a thing with someone but he wanted to and he wanted to please you as much as he could.

Like he would be asking if you're OK with what he's doing and if he should do something different or stop doing it.

He's very gentle as well.

Once he gets used to it he enjoys sleeping with you.

The chances of you toping is high tbh but doesn't mean he doesn't go on top once in a while.

He just wants you to feel satisfied.

Hes also somehow just amazing at giving head/eating you out it's like does it for a living.

He prefers giving than receiving oral, he finds the moans you sing out melodic and wants you to sing away your orgasms.

Also he's a thigh kinda guy

Like when the two of you are sitting on the coach or in the car he would put his hand on your thigh, not when there other people in the car.

Also I hc sigma as a good driver, like imagine him in a black car (I don't know my car types sorry) driving and you're in the passenger seat next him and his hand in on your thigh, uhh I would just melt like damn gimme fr.

Anyway,

If you are a kinky person and want the two of you to explore different things and experiment then he would be happy to do so but not with everything, he wouldn't want any other party involved, no pain to be inflicted on him and if you're a masochist then he'll inflict a minimal amount of pain, he's no comfortable with anything too intense.

So if your assigned sex doesn't match your gender then it might be a good idea to explain what the difference between sex and gender is, dw he'll understand and won't judge you! You don't have to irl just this scenario, pls stay safe! :)

Amab specific:

IT GOT FUCKING DELETED AND I HAVE TO REWRITE THIS AAAHHAH >:(

Anyway,

The research he did way mostly on hetero sex, he also looked at gay sex so he knows it exists and is possible the media is just mostly surrounded by hetero couples and sex.

But dw Nikolai is there to tell Sigma all about gay sex relationships.

His favourite position is missionary, the intimacy and the kisses you can give him (or vise versa) are the reason he choses this one.

Afab specific:

His favourite position would also be missionary for the same reasons of intimacy and kisses.

Yeah I forgot what I wrote before it got deleted.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I hope you enjoyed this :)

I was thinking of doing the nsfw/sfw/angst/fluff alphabet thing and I could send like the template thing I will use, idk where I got them from so the credits shouldn't go to me but the person whom I don't know.

I hope everyone is doing well and as always request, have a wonderful day/night! :)

-with lots of love, Az the wizard frog :) <3

[busiest-bee]

Thinking about undertale right now so I might as well infodump about an au I made (but never finished LMAO)

Will do so under the cut

Ok so my undertale au that I made is basically undertale but everything is circus themed. Clowns, magicians, strongmen (gender neutral), acrobatics, any kind of circus performance really. And Asgore is the ring leader (still the king, he just is Also the ring leader).

The lore is that, when the monsters were still on the surface, the humans treated them like they were a bunch of…well, circus freaks. During the monster/human war, the monsters decided “.!Fuck this! Let’s just fully embrace being a bunch of weirdo circus freaks! Get the unicycles and the clown cars we are going to WAR” and then they Lost.

They still kept up the circus thing in the underground, almost every monster participates in an act. Some for their local communities enjoyment, some for the wider audience of the whole underground. There are Some monsters who don’t participate in any stage act, but they’re usually the ones working on the behind-the-scenes stuff, like audio, pyrotechnics, props, choreography, ect ect.

There are also plenty monsters who don’t really do Either of those. I’ll count food vendors/shop owners under this category I think. Also! I like to think that it’s traditional for monsters, regardless of profession, to wear some sort of clown-like makeup!! Bcuz I love clowns and this entire au is self indulgent so fuck it we ball!!!!!

Obviously the general theming of everything is very Circus based, lots of red and yellow stripes (bcuz that’s a very circus thing imo). Probably a lot of signs with big bold lettering. Asgore gets a tall top hat alongside his crown! The red and yellow stripes thing doesn’t apply to most characters Designs as much as it does the Environment and Decor around the underground.

This is probably long enough, and I doubt anyone will care much, but I wanted to share this in SOME way. I have some character designs done for this au but the arts old, and I should probably revisit them some time. But yeah I’ll end this here

[tinystepsforward]

tonight's ptsd flavor is everything all at once so uh under the cut are jumbled thoughts about child abuse (physical/parental and cocsa), fundie christian bigotry of the violent flavor (mostly transphobia), medical problems, nsft transition stuff, etfc.

tonight's thoughts include:

my middle sibling is getting worse and worse at hiding that they're trans, at least around me. our parents are getting more and more viciously transphobic.

the whole thing is setting off alarm bells in my fucking head bc it feels like the buildup to me getting kicked out of home once my parents stopped being able to fit in their tiny clown car of denial

said clown car lasted a remarkably long time (and still exists to this day, see point 5) but. they were coming off being physically violent when i left. idfk if they're radicalized enough to be back on that shit.

i can take a hit better than my sib can. always have. oldest sibling shit. except that that means that every time i even begin to think about preparing for shit to hit the fan the walls close in on my brain and suddenly i'm thirteen and putting my body between my parents and my siblings

recent therapy realization that my mother simply does not in any way care about me as a human being. she is constantly posting transphobic shit but it's all cowardly theoretical shit. never once owning up to having a queer and trans child, pretending she doesn't tag me on fb bc i "like my privacy" since i "work in tech", to her friends, etc

hrt has only made it clearer that it's very possible the genital torture that happened when i was like fucking nine might have caused me to be incapable of getting off as an adult, even if i fully unfuck the psychological things that could be causing that

my vision still hasn't unblurred fully since my recent "benign" intracranial hypertension thing and work really does not need to be any harder than it already was. i was already vision and neuro impaired. please.

see point 4: i feel like i've failed my sib. objectively i was also a kid and i did more than any kid can be expected to but. what if i had been able to influence school choices. get them into therapy somehow. talked more candidly. taught them to keep secrets better. known they were trans before they did, idk. what if i'm failing them now bc i can't plan to intercept my parents if shit does hit the fan without setting off my ptsd.

standard disclaimer that as always i'm not at risk, putting the brain problems out here so they're not in my head and i can sleep, but this sure is the shape of my life rn and i'm also staring down potentially getting fired so uh. cool. great. can definitely house my sib during a housing crisis if i get fired.

[stormbreaker101]

aight 2 likes im taking that as a 'yes let's hear it'

so. i love the initial premise of cars 2. a fun action-packed spy thriller about talking cars. it's the epitome of cool for the sake of cool. and even as an adult rewatching this movie the action/spy scenes are some of my damn favorite.

it's just... cars 2 completely messes up mater's character save for like 3 scenes, and the friendship between lightning and mater.

SO IM FIXING THAT.

in my mind, mater is a bit indelicate and naive and he wears his heart on his sleeve, but he's not a bumbling clown. he's an opportunist and optimist, and good at thinking on his feet (on his wheels?). not to mention his extensive knowledge of mechanics and car parts. it's his expertise!

he also actually respects danger. he's a thrill seeker (see the tractor tipping and the train tracks scene in the beginning) because he knows how mechanics and bodies and parts work. he knows peoples' limits and enjoys pushing the boundary for himself. BUT ULTIMATELY HE RESPECTS DANGER. Like, look at how he didn't hesitate to start running from Frank in Cars 1 even though he enjoyed the chase.

So the first major change in the plot happens in Tokyo. When Holley tells Mater that he needs to get out of the racing pits (something something "They're closing in on you, your cover will be compromised!") Mater understands that shit is hitting the fan. He's not sure what exactly the shit is yet, but he isn't doing the 'Oh boy it's time for me to try and find my date :D' bullshit. So he signs off the headset and tries to keep safe.

Meanwhile because Mater is off the headset, he can't watch the race and warn McQueen of any sorta track hazards and make any sort of supportive calls. He doesn't actively ruin Lightning's race but his absence does make Lightning take 2nd. Lightning isn't MAD per se but when Mater signs off Lightning is like "Wait Mater what's going on?"

"Can't explain. I'll be back soon."

So after the race, McQueen goes back to the pit but Mater isn't there. The rest of the crew have tried calling Mater but he hasn't responded. They're worried for him. It's not like him to just disappear.

And meanwhile Mater's absence goes from just missing the one race to the rest of the rewritten movie, because now he's fully wrapped in the spy stuff now. The most communication he manages to get with his friends is a vague letter. Something like 'I'm sorry I dipped out in the middle of the race and couldnt be on call. I can't say much but I got roped into something unbelievable. sarge should take my headset. best of luck in the next races. stay safe. i love you guys.'

And now the crew's concern for Mater skyrockets. mater has never sounded so serious before, nor so vague. Have you heard the man? he's a yapper! he hates keeping secrets! so the fact that he's suddenly in a position where he's forced into vague secrecy... and his message to 'stay safe'. What's got him so... scared all of a sudden?

The crew wants to try and find him, but they've got no leads and they're due for the next race.

the primary tension of this rewrite is mater's honest and blatant self versus the inherently secretive nature of being a spy, and also the fact that he is being expected to be a person that he isn't. Lightning never puts this kind of pressure on him, Mater still feels obligated to go along because if he fails this spy stuff, his friends might DIE. His loyalty to his friends is his greatest strength, and also his fatal flaw.

havent thought fully through the entire film but. i think even just changing this beginning bit helps the rest of the story flow a lot better. most of my cringing at mater's character assassination was during the first third, so... that's what i focused on in my fix it

TL;DR - I like Mater and hate his character assassination in Cars 2. And I am putting that man in a Situation.

sooooooooo how does carsblr feel about cars 2 fixups/rewrites?

[evilscuderia]

Girl how are you still going to defend taht clown binotto

Because, contrary to popular belief, Mattia Binotto was very clear from the start. He said during the pre-season that Red Bull and Mercedes would still have an advantage over Ferrari, meaning: he was fully aware that team-wise Ferrari was (is) not on the same level as the other two.

Let's break it down – Ferrari built an excellent car and is developing it well (even though the reliability issues might seem alarming at first glance, all the upgrades have worked so far, indicating that they understand the car and know what they're doing with it). However, a good car isn't quite enough to win a championship (and don't we know it well...) – the team and driver(s) must be up to it as well. Now, the driver(s) isn't/aren't the problem here, the team is. Binotto knows this now and knew this in January already. And it's now becoming more and more dramatically obvious to everyone that Ferrari isn't quite there when it comes to communication, strategy, and decision making – which are all crucial aspects.

It explains why Binotto has been very careful with his words and has never uttered the word "championship" before despite having a top car. He's talked about "being more competitive" and "fighting for wins" but he has never – not once – talked about the championship as something tangible for Ferrari this year. Charles has, but he is a racing driver after all. We all interpreted this as Binotto being cautious in order to protect the team from criticism, but that's on us more than it is on him, isn't it?

It also explains why he refused to implement any sort of hierarchy, especially after the DNFs. I mean, what is the point of creating discontent in your own team and driver lineup if you know that you're not fighting for the championship? I think there is no doubt in Binotto's mind who the number 1 driver at Ferrari is – he placed his bet years ago, when he basically picked Charles over Seb Vettel (whom, contrary to popular belief, Binotto loved and respected very, very much). But why should he, at this stage, pick driver 1 and 2 publicly when he knows it would damage one of his two drivers, create tensions inside and outside the team, and would have no real rewards, since in his mind they were never really in the fight?*

Binotto isn't faultless, far from it. But he does know approximately 99.9% more about what is happening at Ferrari than we do. So, no, I'm not calling him a clown like everyone else and I'm most especially not going to do it for something that he knew already and that WE misinterpreted and were delusional about.

*On that subject, Sara (@/_allthatglitz on Twitter) pointed out something very interesting in her Twitter Space, which is that Binotto has repeatedly called Charles a champion (he did it again on Sunday), whereas he has never used similar words for Carlos. The hierarchy is there already and everyone at Ferrari knows. I mean, it's not like Ferrari has ever been afraid to have a number 1 driver. It just makes no sense to implement it at this stage.

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

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“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

[ttuesday]

Love your blog. It always makes my day! So, I was thinking: what would the gang do or how would they react if you stole their hats and put them on to tease them? Keep being amazing! :)

goddamn I wish I had a cowboy hat lol, thank u for this amazing ask anon!

Arthur

Arthur settled his hat on one of the crates as he washed his face. While Arthur was busy splashing water on his face, you casually took his hat.

He didn’t notice you took it until he went to grab his hat again only to see it was gone. Arthur scrunched up his face in confusion, checking the ground and behind the barrels and crates to see if it had fallen.

He searched around camp, trying to think of places he could’ve put it until finally, Arthur spotted you. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you.

Arthur chuckled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “C’mere you troublemaker,” he smiled “I’ve been looking for that damn hat everywhere”.

Charles

Charles doesn’t wear his hat a lot. The only time you’d see him wearing his hat is if the weather’s cold and even at that, it would need to be absolutely freezing for him to put on his hat.

Charles was busy doing some chores when he spotted you wearing a hat. He complimented you and carried on with his chores, not realizing that the hat was his.

He saw you wearing it another few times but still didn’t realize that it’s his hat. He was watching you by the campfire, admiring how nice the hat looked on you when he remembered that he had a similar hat… actually his hat looked a lot like yours.

Then it all made sense. “Where’d you get that hat?” He asked, not fully convinced. When you replied that you found it in with the rest of his winter gear, Charles laughed “I’ll admit, it took me longer than it should have to realize”.

Dutch

When you take Dutch’s hat from his head and place it on your own head, Dutch compliments you and makes sure you know how stunning you look.

When he sees that you’re still wearing it during the day, he starts to worry. There you are, chopping logs and hauling heavy piles of hay across camp with his hat on. What if some mud splashed up on his hat? Do you know how much of a nightmare it would be try to and get rid of that stain?

Dutch makes a joke of it and takes his hat, making sure it’s still clean before settling it on his head.

The next time you take his hat, Dutch can’t deal with the stress and anxiety of his hat possibly getting dirty. “I know, how’s about we go into town and I buy you your very own hat, hmm? Then you don’t have to borrow mine” he suggests, already walking over to The Count.

Micah

Micah would encourage you to steal his hat, it’s a great way to make sure everyone knows that you’re with him. Yeah, Micah can be quite possessive at times.

If Micah can’t find his hat anywhere then he just presumes you’re wearing it. By now it’s a normal occurrence and he always makes sure to give you some extra sweet compliments when you have it on.

If it’s a sunny day then Micah might take it back to keep the sun out of his eyes but honestly, give him a few kisses and he’ll give you the hat again.

Micah may even suggest you wear the hat during other ~activities~ too. Cause hey, if you’re gonna ride a cowboy then you might as well look the part.

John

John thinks his hat suits you. As long as you don’t get a bullet hole in it then John doesn’t mind you wearing it.

Sometimes if he’s going on a job, John will put his hat on your head before he leaves. He likes knowing you have it.

He also likes sitting down with you while you’re wearing his hat and pointing out all the little scratches on it, telling you the story behind each of them.

The only time John won’t let you wear his hat is when he’s having a bad hair day and he desperately needs to cover it up with the hat.

Javier

Javier’s heart has just melted. At first he was confused when you took his hat but when you started to wear it, Javier nearly swooned.

He’s never gotten so much joy out of someone wearing a hat before. But then again, he’s never seen anyone look so adorable wearing a hat before now.

Javier may try to give you his coat and then his poncho and shirt. Javier loves every minute of it. Now all he wants to do is smother you with kisses.

He is a bit jealous though, how on earth do you look better than him wearing in his own hat?

Bill

The first couple of times you stole Bill’s hat, it really riled him up. He didn’t understand why you were doing it and it kinda annoyed him.

But then one morning, after you had slept in his plaid shirt he saw you put on his hat and he’ll admit, you did look cute.

Seeing you in his clothes, smiling as you repositioned the hat on your head really made Bill turn to mush.

It was like he got a new perspective on it and after that, Bill actually likes it when you steal his hat. He still complains about it but secretly, he likes it.

Sean

If you take Sean’s hat then he’ll think that now what’s his is yours and what’s yours is his. All boundaries have now vanished.

And if Sean finds out you did this to annoy him then he’ll do everything he can to annoy you back. It’s what he does best.

The day after you stole his hat, you noticed you were missing your bandana… and your gun oil… and your winter coat.

Sean sees this as a competition to wear the others clothes so he’ll go all out. He might even decide to take your horse when he goes out on robberies too.

Trelawny

It’s a disaster. Trelawny was reading when you took his hat. If he saw you coming or knew what you were doing then he would’ve tried to stop you.

But unfortunately it was too late. It’s happened a few times in the past where Trelawny’s hat flew off of his head so he instantly knew what was happening.

When he saw you holding it, he tried to warn you but he was too slow. You ever see those videos of a tiny clown car and about 30 clowns get out of it?

That’s basically what happened but they were crows flying out of his hat and straight at you. Afterwards, Josiah profusely apologized and offered to pick some of the feathers out of your hair.

Lenny

Oh you stole Lenny’s hat? This is a game he’s down to play. When you first pick his hat up off of his head and put it on your own, Lenny chuckles and doesn’t stop you.

He waits a while, making sure you’re focused on something else before sneaky up behind you and taking his hat back.

Lenny has no problem going back and forth, you stealing his hat just for Lenny to get it back a few minutes later.

He thinks it’s a fun way to spend the day and you look cute in his hat so it’s a win-win situation for him.

[queenofbaws]

Hello hello! I wanted to let you know that I had the brilliant idea to show my friends the fun but embarrassing ways of Social Suicide (RIP our dignities). Needless to say it’s not as amusing to play it than reading about it lol

Sooooo I come begging for at least but not exactly 6 sentences of a Social Suicide round for old times sake? Maybe between Josh, Conrad and Dylan? I live for the kind of chaos those clowns would bring to the table!… and want to read about other’s embarrassing experiences to forget about my own let’s be real here

Anyways I hope you’re doing well as we unwillingly keep living through historical events :D

at-least-but-not-exactly-six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

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“Now, look, I’m a man who enjoys a good game of truth-or-dare...”

“Yeah, you’ve got that look about you,” Dylan said, narrowing his eyes as he tilted his head first to one side, then to the other, acting like he was passing some sort of silent judgment on Conrad’s whole deal. Which, well, he was.

It was enough to get him to come up for air at least - a miracle in and of itself. “Thank...you...?” He waited to see if there would be any followup to that absolutely inscrutable statement, and when there wasn’t, turned back to Josh. “But what you do? Nah. Nah, that’s not truth-or-dare, man. Not even close. What you do’s more like...” He lifted his beer as he thought, taking a drink to buy himself some thinking time. “It’s more like...”

“Social Suicide,” Josh answered for him, tossing his phone onto the coffee table in much the same way a bettin’ man might place his chips. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point, my guy. It’s in the fucking name. Now are we playing, or are you gonna chicken out?”

Never one to pass up the opportunity for dramatics, Dylan set his phone down next to Josh’s despite not fully understanding why. “I mean, I’m down,” he said with a shrug. “I’m sort of completely incapable of experiencing shame in any kind of meaningful way, so like, why not, right?”

“A man after my own heart,” Josh grinned, sarcastically laying a hand flat on his own chest. “That just leaves you, Conman. Ante up.”

“Fuck no. Who do you think I am, Wash? This’ll shock you, but I do actually learn from my mistakes, so I’m gonna go ahead and pass on this one.”

There was nothing - nothing - about Josh’s posture that suggested he was even close to giving in. If anything, he leaned in that much closer towards Conrad, his eyebrows high and his eyes insistent. “Now I know you don’t mean that. I’ve known you for how long? And in all that time, I have seen you maybe, and I mean maybe, learn a lesson twice. The first was when you left those two-liters in your trunk overnight and they froze.”

Conrad scowled, not like he was upset or anything, but like he was recalling all the time, energy, and cold-hard cash that’d gone into getting his car reupholstered. Which was, of course, precisely what he was doing.

“The second was the night you drank that entire bottle of RumChata by yourself.”

“Oooh,” Dylan teased, steepling his fingers together as he chuckled. “Party boy, lookit you!”

That got Conrad to lift a hand, waving it furiously as he shook his head. “God don’t - urgh. I can’t even smell that shit anymore, don’t go saying the word, Christ, dude...” He visibly gagged, washing the memory down with another gulp of beer. “But you’re wrong, as usual. I have learned a third lesson.”

Josh slid his eyes to Dylan for a second there, blinking once, very, very slowly. “You hear that?” he asked. “Three.”

“I’m extremely impressed. That’s more than I’ve ever learned. Willingly, anyway.”

He ignored both of them wholesale, pointing an accusing finger Josh’s way. “Lesson three I learned the last time I played this fucking game with you and you sent a bunch of nudes to my grandma, you literal psychopath. Lesson. Learned.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, wait.” Dylan reeled back to get a better look at Josh, his eyebrows flying upwards. “I’m sorry, am I hearing this shit correctly? You sent your own dick pics to Justin Timberlake’s granny?”

“Justi - hey, screw you, man. JT’s got nothing on me.”

“Alas, Ives, you are hearing incorrectly.” Josh shook his head, then pushed himself off the couch to join Dylan on the floor, splaying his legs out so they’d cross over Conrad’s ankles, specifically. “I sent Conrad’s nudes to his grandma. Such are the risks of the game.”

It took a second for that one to process. When it did, he rocked backwards as though Josh had grabbed him by the shoulders and shaken him. “Okay. Okay, see, now I’m like, doubly down to play this game,” Dylan grinned. “This is gonna be hilarious.”

“No it’s not,” Conrad groaned. “It’s not hilarious at all! It’s awful, it sucks, and it’s a literal exercise in sadism.”

“I’ve told you before, man,” Josh smirked. “You shouldn’t have all those nudes on your phone anyway. It’s trashy.”

“Your mom sure seems to like them.”

Dylan swiveled around towards Conrad. “Okay, so is there anyone besides me who hasn’t seen your nudes? Because I’m starting to get, like, serious FOMO here.”

There was silence as Conrad glared between the two of them, his eyes narrowed and the lip of his beer bottle pressed to his chin. His shoulders rose with a single monstrous breath, and then he let it out in a roar of a groan, slamming his bottle down before reaching into his pocket and throwing his phone into the pile. “Fine,” he snapped. “Fine. Know what? It’s fine. I’ll play your stupid game, Wash, but I’m not going easy on you. You’re going to rue the fucking day you were born by the time I’m done with you.”

“Joke’s on him,” Josh muttered, leaning in towards Dylan and muttering through the side of his mouth despite being plenty loud enough for Conrad to hear. “I do that shit every day.”

“You and me both, man,” Dylan sighed, shaking his head. “You and me both. Now who’s going first? Because the promise of complete and utter social humiliation sort of has me salivating over here.”

Conrad rolled his eyes up to the ceiling as he came to terms with his inevitable demise. “Lesson four’s a’comin’,” he groaned. “I feel that shit in my bones.”

[certified-dumbass02]

Gold Rush (pt.1)

A college AU.

Yelena is a playgirl….but really she’s just a huge flirt who’s been too chicken to really do anything for the last year because she’s secretly just as in love with you as you are with her.

Inspired by the always excellent @peachbear88 and Taylor Swift’s gold rush. Split into two parts because I thought it was getting too long.

~*~

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

To be fair, she’s the death of pretty much everyone she crosses paths with on campus. Her prowess has, unsurprisingly, earned her several flattering - to her, since she laughs and preens at them - nicknames: Russian Assassin, Femme Fatale…Black Widow.

With her devastatingly gorgeous good looks, frustratingly charming personality, and annoyingly enduring popularity as one of the star athletes at the university, Yelena is never short of admirers.

What’s worse is she’s fully aware of her affect on others; men, women, everything in between - they all flock to her in a crowded room, clamoring to hear the Russian lilt she inherited from her immigrant parents glide silkily over a sarcastic quip or flirtatious comment.

Being around her is like being underwater, or being sucked into a black hole; reality just doesn’t seem quite the way that it normally does. People seem to lose their sense around her, trip over themselves just to try and impress her for the night, or grab her attention.

It is for this reason that you steadily avoid Yelena.

The idea of being enamored with someone to the point of foolishness has always left a bad taste in your mouth, and eliciting that behavior just happens to be one of Yelena’s specialties.

You want no part of it.

As appealing as she is, and you can’t deny that she is, you’ve never seen yourself entering what would surely be an ill-fated endeavor with someone that everyone wants. The stubborn part of you that has always gone against the grain, that prides itself on individuality and refuses to jump on any bandwagon, will not permit you to step into the Widow’s web as most others do.

Unfortunately, despite your vow to steer clear of her, you always find yourself in her orbit. It’s not your fault, really, and it’s not a problem - at least not at first. It begins with a forced partnership, a group project for a class you share, and when she isn’t being an obnoxious, terrible flirt determined to get a rise out of you, you get along really well.

She’s intelligent, observant, and she makes you laugh - internally, of course. You won’t give her the satisfaction of knowing that you actually enjoy her presence rather than just tolerate it; your other group members stroke her ego enough. When the project is over, you’re overcome with the startling realization that you might miss bantering with her. You let out a sigh of relief to be done with it, because you already know that further exposure to Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

Naturally, you are further exposed to Yelena Belova.

You two have always run in similar social circles, connected loosely by mutual friends and choice of hangout spot, but previously you’d managed to duck her prowling green gaze, at least as long as it would take her to find her toy for the evening. After you’d been placed on her radar, however, it becomes impossible to hide.

Any room you’re in, no matter how crowded, she finds you.

Time and time again, she seeks you out, her mob of admirers following. You find it amusing how ironic the situation is: they clamor for her attention, and are ignored while she clamors for your attention and you ignore her or coolly brush her off.

You know you have no business humoring her because the second you give in, you’ll just be the latest in a long line of people that she’s loved and left. You refuse to be taken for a ride.

(If you privately admit to yourself as you watch the sway of her hips and the flex of strong arms over the swell of her chest that it would be one hell of a ride, that’s nobody’s business but yours.)

The problems arise when she ceases flirting mercilessly and instead shifts into something resembling an actual human being, wiggling her way into conversations and debates with you that last throughout the night. She still flirts, of course, but you’re accustomed to it now. She grows on you and grows on you, and the moment she begins to be your friend you groan knowing you cannot stop the inevitable.

Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

It’s been almost a year of being friends with Yelena, and you are miserably, ridiculously in love with her.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned after countless conversations, shared drinks and laughs, it’s that she’s annoyingly easy to fall in love with and annoyingly difficult to fall out of love with.

Your stupid heart beats faster whenever you see her stupid gleaming eyes and her stupid glossy blonde hair that always, always falls perfectly into place around her stupid pretty face; you feel like one of Pavlov’s dogs whenever you hear that raspy Russian drawl roll over your ears and you absolutely cannot stand it.

It’s stupid- she’s Yelena, and everyone still wants her. You’re stupid because you thought you could avoid joining that statistic, and it frustrates you to no end; it’s bad enough to develop feelings for Yelena, known playgirl, but it’s even worse when you develop feelings for Yelena, your best friend.

In an effort to get over her, you let your other best friend set you up on a date with one of their friends, hoping that it can turn you into something resembling your old self, because then you can get back to acting normally around Yelena instead of…whatever this is.

You meet up with your date at your favorite bar. It’s familiarity brings you comfort because you’ve always been awful at dates, and even if you don’t know this girl, you still feel nervous.

She introduces herself as Kate as you two settle into one of the more isolated tables in the corner of the bar, and you’re grateful she seems to make conversation much less anxiously and awkwardly than you do.

Kate is pretty and seems really nice; she’s bold when she flirts with you, which catches you off guard because you’re used to how Yelena flirts. You can’t really bring yourself to flirt back, because somehow it feels like a betrayal, but Kate is patient and takes it in stride. You find yourself not resenting your best friend’s pick as much as you thought you would, and an hour and two drinks pass by rather painlessly.

Kate gets up to go to the bathroom as you thumb the wet ring around your third drink, and consider the pros and cons of replying to the text Yelena sent you hours ago.

It is truly unfortunate that just as you sit your phone down without answering, determined to leave it alone, she walks into the bar.

Yes, you know this for sure: Yelena Belova will be the death of you.

~*~

You will be the death of Yelena Belova. She knows this.

You do not.

You are everything that enchants her and frustrates her; from the moment she’s partnered with you, she can’t stop thinking about you.

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl.

(“I’m an onion. I have layers,” she tells you one night early in your tentative friendship, and startles because it’s the first time you’ve ever laughed aloud at something she’s said; she decides immediately it’s her favorite sound and endeavors to elicit it any chance she gets.)

Yelena is both a complicated and a simple girl, but she knows when she wants something and she always pursues what she wants.

(“It sucks!” She laments one day to her sister. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as Y/N, and I can’t even do anything about it!”

Natasha glances unimpressed at her sister dramatically plopped onto the couch beside her. “You could always, I don’t know, ask Y/N out.”

Yelena grabs a pillow and shoved her face into it with a groan. “I’ve tried that, don’t you think I’ve tried that! Every time I flirt, I’m brushed off. I’m not taken seriously!”

“Well you do look like a clown, of course it’s hard to take you seriously.”

Natasha easily dodges the pillow flung at her head as Yelena scowls at her. “Not helping, Natasha.”

“Okay, okay,” Natasha holds her hands up in surrender. “What if you tried a different approach? Maybe ease up on the flirting and try acting like a friend first.”

“But I want to be more than friends,” Yelena pouts childishly, and Natasha blinks.

“I feel like I’ve just slipped into an alternate universe. Yelena Belova wants to enter a committed relationship,” Natasha deadpans and dodges another pillow aimed at her head.)

Yes, Yelena wants you and has wanted you for a very, very long time, but she’s got no clue how to tell you she loves you without you thinking she’s joking or misunderstanding her entirely.

(“Y/N, I looooove you,” she drawls one night, drunk as you ease her into the back of your car. You don’t know it, but it’s the first night she’s turned down a convenient partner because she just couldn’t get you off her mind. Afterwords, she wasn’t sure if she got so trashed in mourning or celebration and called you because you’re the only thing solid in her vodka haze.

You answered, assumed she’d needed a DD - which she did - and rushed to take her home.

She falls in love with you even more with how quickly you come to get her, how dependable you are even in the middle of the night.

So she tells you she loves you, over and over again, and you furrow your brow at her in your rear view mirror in confusion.

Then, you giggle because she starts singing loudly.

She pouts at your laugh, and you wonder what is going on in that pretty little head, completely unaware that the only thought running through it is you.

Yelena babbles more at you, love pouring from her lips over and over because she’s desperate for you to understand that you’re the most beautiful thing she’s seen as the moonlight glances off your cheekbones in your car and she’s never met someone who calls her on her shit and you make her laugh and-

“Alright, comrade. Let’s turn you on your side. There’s a trashcan right here, and a couple of water bottles and ibuprofen right there,” you say gently as you guide her into her apartment and into her bead. She clutches at you as you slide her shoes off, tries to tell you again, but you just shake your head with a smile.

She goes quiet, stunned by the sight of it.

You pat her on the head, pull the covers over her, and turn out the light. She makes a sound of protest as you say goodnight, but stirs no further, and you leave silently back to your apartment.

Yelena wakes up with a dry mouth, a headache, and a text from you that says:

Are you alive, comrade?

She furrows her brow because you’ve never called her that before and dials your number as she guzzles down her pills and water.

As it rings she remembers telling you everything, but can’t recall your response; it makes her heart beat more rapidly than when she runs.

“Good morning, comrade!” You chirp smugly, practically hearing her wince.

“Morning. What’s with the comrade, comrade?” Yelena asks, her hope tentatively rising because you don’t sound like someone totally disgusted with her for confessing her feelings.

You laugh, and she automatically smiles in response.

“Well, you were very chatty last night.”

Her hope blooms further in her chest, because finally, finally you understand she’s serious about you.

“But you were absolutely committed to your mother tongue. I don’t think you said one word in English the whole ride back to your place, besides my name.”

It is only then that she is overcome with the crushing realization that she spent the entire night professing her love to you in Russian, which you do not speak.

Yelena feels like the wind has been knocked out of her, but she forces a choked laugh out anyways as you go on. She’s thankful you do, because she’s not sure that after all the words she’d said last night uselessly that she has any words left in her.

“You know, you kept saying something, it sounded kind of like this,” you mimic the phrase, stumbling a little over the pronunciation but it’s almost perfect. It is perfect to her.

Those green eyes you adore so much well up in tears to hear you say “I love you” to her, especially to hear it in Russian. But it’s so, so cruel because you have no idea what you’re saying, no idea what she meant when she said it to you first.

She laughs again hopelessly, quickly changes the subject and lets you rant on and on about what you have to do that day.

When you get off the phone, she sighs and falls back into bed, playing the way you said I love you over and over in her head.)

Yelena loves you, and she knows you’ll be the death of her.

She becomes especially aware of this recently, when you start acting odd. You’re distancing yourself a bit because you’re in love with her so much it hurts, but she doesn’t know that and she’s bothered like never before.

So she finds herself at her favorite bar, which is also your favorite bar, to ease her nerves. She’s both surprised and thrilled to see you sitting in the corner table there, if a little confused. Still, she’s pulled to you like a magnet, like she’s been for the past year, and she approaches you with a grin.

Pt.2:

[musical-chick-13]

I only started watching during the pandemic (I actually don't remember which I binged first the Originals or Legacies) but when I started watching I was immediately drawn to Lizzie and Hope because I am a sucker for the push and pull. But Like You I went -- nah, this is a Julie Plec show. AND THEN LIKE YOU, THE CAR HAPPENED.

I was beside myself! And then Lizzie gifts her whole Miss Mystic Falls to Hope! who an episode ago Lizzie hated like fire??? And then the whole 'let it out' scene happened??? (My headcanon for Lizzie's dislike for Landon really started because of his jealous streak during the dance).

And yes, that moment when Lizzie remembered her FIRST? With the Hope Heart Eyes, she was directing at Josie? But Apparently, Seared in Lizzie's MEMORY?????

AND THEN THE NOIR EPISODE WITH THE MUSIC AT THE END. WITH FATUM???

The clown make-up is THICK.

Season 3 might be.... not great but like you pointed out: THERE WAS THAT STAR WARS FANFIC. And before that Hope invited Lizzie to netflix and chill with her and golem!Landon!

And the whole of Season 4! The way they positioned Lizzie firmly in the direction of Hope's storyline.

I will be the first one to tread shippy waters with caution and to basically never read into anything at all, but I genuinely do not know what’s happening in this show sometimes. The relationship between the two of them is so central to the plot now that I cannot imagine any more logical or narratively-effective endgame than the two of them dating.

They are making them so central to the plot that it can't be anything else, but I also can't let my expectations too high because the showrunner and the team of writers have disappointed us before!

This is me at Julie Plec Right NOW (Every Time).

But also:

So I am still sitting here in my clown car with my clown make-up playing stupid circus music on an infinite loop.

I am right in the clown car next to you! Just like the Face of Boe to Ten: You Are Not Alone!

Lizzie really was looking for the first opportunity to stop completely avoiding and unilaterally hating Hope, wasn't she. And getting her memories of Hope back OF THAT SCENE SPECIFICALLY???? When she's been vocally against Hope dating Josie and her sister WAS TALKING ABOUT HAVING A CRUSH ON HOPE???? I'M??????

Also. Yes, headcanon subscribed about Lizzie's dislike of Landon, I love it!!

I was already fully on board when it became clear that Hope was one of the few people that was never going to judge Lizzie for her mental illness (rejecting ableism is something that can be So Personal), but the "let it out" scene really cemented it for me, I think. Because they both have A Lot™ of emotions because of stuff in their lives they can't control, and I think that allows for a compatibility and a sense of mutual understanding that isn't present in some of the other dynamics in the show.

THE NOIR EPISODE, SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I ONLY EXPERIENCED IT IN A FEVER DREAM, BUT NO IT'S REAL

God, Julie Plec and Co. have disappointed me just...so many times. But I'm still here, so I guess I must still have some expectations, I just need to make like Amy Poehler and lower them. 🤣

And thank you for boarding the clown car, it's nice to have another passenger!!