#i'm at around 40 now omfg

[homestylehughes]

jack Hughes- noise

noise- jack hughes

summary: where jack is the only noise you ever want to hear.

wc:725

PSAAAA: hiii!!! if you clicked on this story thank you so much!! I'm new to writing on tumblr so I'm still learning!! so pls be nice ( I promise I'll get better) anyways hope you enjoy, let me know what you think below (omfg I'm sorry this is so long I'll stfu now<3)

fic below:

time is moving slowly, each time i look at the clock. time is moving slower and slower. I used to love being alone, i used to love my noiseless life, or the noises that i found simple and easy. like the noise of my ac blowing when doing my homework. or the occasional noise of my favorite records i’d play, and dance too around my apartment at 2 am. now i have a different type of noise in my life, jack hughes. 

if you would have told me a year and half ago, i be waiting to hear noise fill up my life and apartment; i’d tell you you’re crazy. my noise being jack hughes. there’s nights like these where i really want him here, to feel his noise.  

the devils lost to the Sharks tonight 6-3. after coming off a 3 game heater, i knew this loss would be hard for them. for him. i waited for him to call, to hear the noise of his ringtone, for it to ring through my ears. constantly glancing at the clock on my wall, as i see the time ticking by, slower and slower. i just wanted to hear my favorite noise. after most losses, jack didn’t come over. i respected that, i knew he needed space sometimes, and i would always give that too him. but right now i was missing my noise, i wanted nothing more than to grab my keys and head out the door, drive 40 minutes to his place. i wanted nothing more than to call in 15 times, spam him with texts, to let him know that i missed him and that i’m here for him. that i missed his noise.  

the game ended 3 hours ago. i keep looking at the clock, time is still moving slowly. i make my way to my bedroom, throwing on one jacks shirts. i slowly make my way to my bed, a bed that feels cold without him. i close my eyes, and try to think of something that can send me off to sleep. all of my thoughts are about jack, and how much i miss his smile. his laugh. his sassy comments. his kisses, oh god how much i miss his kisses. and most importantly his noise. my thoughts are starting to slowly fade, my eyes start to slowly close. as my eyes flutter close for the last time.

 i hear a pounding at my door, i glance at my clock and the time reads 3:30 am. who’s here at 3:30 am? i slowly make my way through my apartment, turning a light in the hallway, in which i immediately regret. i turn the handle at the door, not knowing who to expect. my mind goes foggy when i see jack standing in my hallway. all my thoughts are immediately consumed by him again. all of my thoughts are consumed by his noise.

“hi” i say, as i look at jack who’s still standing in the hallway outside my apartment. “hi” jack breathes back out to me. our eyes never leave each other. i can’t take the space anymore, i can’t take the silence. i need his noise.

 i pull him into my apartment and slam the door behind us. the next thing i know is jacks body slamming into mine. pulling me into the biggest and tightest hug ive ever received. we stand in my living room of my apartment, embraced in each other arms. no words need to be said between us. i slowly pull apart, too look into his eyes. scanning his face to see any sign of injury, instead all i find is love and calmness.

 i grab his hand and led him into my room. knowing my bed will no longer be cold with him in it. no other words have been exchanged yet, no other words need to be exchanged. we get into bed, and jack quickly pulls me into his flush body.

i can feel his noise. i can hear his noise. the steady sound of his breathing. the sound of his heart beating beneath me. this is all i need. his noise. my favorite noise jack. my jack. i slowly fall asleep to the sound of his noise, and now i'm no longer alone. my noise, my home is back.

[liaarxse]

could u headcannons of what the tr characters would do if y/n did this trend with ken, nahoya, chifuyy, baji, kazutora?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8131oTm/

(basically y/n walks away from them whenever they get close)

Nah, cuz it's 2am, and I'm cackling like a madman omfg this is amazing

<3 Here you go, anon:

Headcanons

How would TR characters react to you moving away from them

Characters: Ryuguji Ken, Nahoya Kawata, Matsuno Chifuyu, Keisuke Baji, Kazutora Hanemiya

Warnings: none

A/n: I literally have 40 history lessons to revise in 2 days, and I've gotten nowhere

Ryuguji Ken

Not this shit again

Draken is tired of your games

He had to deal with Toman, some punks, MIKEY and now you?

Kill him

Oops already happened

But he did this to himself

A few days ago he "accidentally" ruined one of your favourite dresses with motor oil and only said sorry

So sorry not sorry Dora

"Hey, Y/n? Want a glass of water?"

"Sure."

Perfect timing

He walked towards you to give you the water

You walked away

....

He took 3 steps forward

You took 3 steps backwards

Again

3 steps forward

3 steps backwards

You made 5 full circles around the couch at this point

"Not this shit again"

He went to sit down because man's tired of this

You felt bad and went to him

He turned to you before he sat down

"What?"

"Sorry, c'mere"

He went to hug you

You took a step back

BITCH

LMAOOOOO

Give him a hug pls

You did ofc

Until you could

I'm not sorry

Y'all spent the night just cuddling and talking about how annoying(ly hot) Mikey is

The next morning you did the prank again

He went back to sleep (and never woke up)

Nahoya Kawata

Who made you do this?

You lost your marbles?

LAST PERSON to do this prank on

But you still did

Stupid

Y'all were just chilling at a park

The sun was setting, giving the landscape a pretty peachy-golden tint

It reminded you of your boyfriend who was chasing squirrels behind you

Yeah, you pretended not to know him

He got tired and went to sit next to you

"What'cha starring at, babe?"

"The sun?"

"Ok"

He left to chase a squirrel that he claimed to look like you

Back to not knowing that person

It was getting pretty late, so you gathered y'alls stuff and got up to leave

He was carrying a dead squirrel in his hands

"Babe, look! I caught your doppelganger!"

"Oh, that's nice baby– MOTHER OF GOD–"

You didn't have a choice that fucker started chasing you with it

He lied that he threw it away

He didn't

Half way towards your house he fished it out of his pocket and shoved it in your face

You screamed and took like a fucking backflip backwards

He slowly walked towards you with his iconic grin obv

"Nahoya, no."

"Nahoya, yes."

"I'm gonna break up with you."

"I'll shove this up your ass while you sleep."

Y'all didn't break up ofc

That continued up until like 3 blocks to your house before he threw it inside a house through an opened window

The night at least ended peacefully

You had a nightmare where he did shove it in your ass

Matsuno Chifuyu

Why?

Like why?

Just why?

This happened while you were at a Toman fight

You got a call from Hina that your boyfriend got hurt

So you skiddadled to the place very quickly since you lived like 7 minutes away

It took you 30

When you got there, the fight had already ended

Your boyfriend noticed you and ran with an opened arm since his other was a tad bit injured

You took a step back

🤨

"Hey babe."

"Why did you do that?"

"Did what?"

He took another step towards you

You took a step backwards

He frowned

"Is it because my uniform is blooded? Wait, gimme a sec"

He took his top off

OOOOOHHH LAWDDDD HAVE MERCEYYYYYYYYY

THEM SCRUMPTIOUS ABS

bite bite

Lmao, who were you kidding

Get em tits

And you did baby gorl

Don't do this to him again though

Keisuke Baji

He just got back

And guess what

Another stray kitty was brought home

You lost count of how many Baji Jr. and Y/n Jr. cats you had

You smiled anyway since it's a kitty after all

"Yo bae, can you please fetch me some kitty clothes to dress up Y/n Jr.?

Ah this time it was you turn

You did of course

And when he walked over to you to grab the clothes

You saw something jump

Then again

And it hit you

Flees

You threw the clothes in his face and ran back

"What the hell?"

"Stay back."

"Why?"

He started walking towards you

You screamed

He was confused af still walking towards you

And you were walking back

This continued for like 7 minutes before you entered the kitchen

You grabbed bug spray

And sprayed him with it

He died

Jkjkjk

He was mad though

Ah, it's fine. You took care of it and cuddled with all 61 cats

Then you saw it again

You jumped out of the window

He jumped after you

Lmao you got flees too

Kazutora Hanemiya

This time, there was no specific reason

You were just watching tiktok with him, laying on your chest, trying to sleep

But he couldn't

This was Mikeys fault

"My wheenie needs to take a whee-whee."

"The mental hospital is 10 minutes away."

He got up and went to the bathroom

Then you landed upon the tiktok

Now this, this is perfection

He came back after like, 2 minutes

He crawled back in bed

You got up

"Huh?"

"What?"

He sat on the edge where you stood

You walked away

He walked towards you

"What are you doing?'

"What are YOU doing?"

You barely kept your laugh in when you noticed his face

"This is Mikeys fault isn't it."

"Tora no–"

You did like 6 circles around the room

You got bored with just staying in it and went to the door

He got in front of you and locked it

You stumbled back into the bed

"Baby...~"

HE SAID IT IN HIS HOT DADDY ENGLISH VOICE UGH

Oh-oh guess who's weenie has to take a wee-wee now

Lmao this surely will 'rearrange your guts'

If you know what I mean

[aita-polls]

AITA for sleeping with my friend’s “Hall Pass”?

**I am not the OP and do not claim the statements below to be my own** [Link to Reddit Post]

I (49F) have been friends with "Sarah" (49F) for about 15 years. She’s happily married, with two kids. I’m (amicably) divorced with a kid. We met at our childrens’ preschool. We’ve been there for each other through some tough times.

Sarah has a huge crush on…I’ll call him Jake, as long as I’ve known her. Jake is a popular, but not, like stadium filling musician. From what I can tell, he makes a living, has had popular albums, and has toured with A-Listers, but he’s not necessarily a household name. He’s in his late 40’s. Sarah has never met him. She’s been to several of his concerts and owns a bunch of merch and considers Jake her Hall Pass. Again, she’s married and would never actually cheat on her husband.

Honestly, her crush never seemed off the rails to me. Like she’d joke about him wooing her through IG, but she didn’t, like, stalk him.

So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool.

However.

A few weeks ago, I randomly met Jake at a charity event. He was hired as the entertainment.

We got to talking, and one thing led to another… and I ended up sleeping with him. It was a one-time thing, fun and we both knew it was casual.

At first, I thought it was a funny, wild story to share with Sarah. After all, it’s not like she would ever actually \*be\* with him, right? But when I told her, she looked really hurt. She wasn’t mad exactly, but she said something like, “Wow, I can’t believe you actually did that,” and she’s been distant ever since.

I didn’t think the “friends before men” rule applied here because he was basically her Movie Star Crush—not a real romantic prospect for her. But now I’m second-guessing everything. I feel awful for upsetting her, but I genuinely didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Now I’m wondering, AITA? 

EDIT - omfg. no, it was not dave grohl. I'd never sleep with a married guy. Thats just vile. Plus, correct me if I'm wrong, he was in fucking Nirvana and is Foo Fighters. Not exactly the type to play small corporate gigs.

More information from OP’s comments are under the cut

(INFO - Did you sleep with him because he was her crush or because he was famous? because that would kinda make you TA.)

No. Like, he's a good looking and charming guy. Under other circumstances, totally someone I'd date.

Like, tons of people are famous, but not necessarily nice to be around. And if he wasn't physically my type, I wouldn’t sleep with him for bragging rights. She's actually the only one I told because I thought she'd be amused.

——

Oh, her husband knows Jake was her Hall Pass. Her husband has a Famous Person Hall pass too. MY husband did. Like, It's all said in fun.

But people here are giving me a little more perspective in how she might feel.

——

( … why did you tell her? Even if there was zero chance, it was a fantasy for her that you ruined. Maybe do some introspection as to why you hurt a friend)

I honestly thought she'd be amused. Or even glad her friend had a fun night out. And if I really, truly believed she'd be hurt, I wouldn’t have done it.

Or, in all honesty, it was the most fun I'd had in awhile, so at the very least I would not have told her about it.

And maybe that makes me the AH anyway?

——

("So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool." I mean you can't just put it here and then do exactly that, with all this excuses reasonings and what not, are you trying to justify it to us or yourself? No judgement here, I'm just figuring that since this has weighed so heavily on you, you must know how you would feel in her shoes.)

Fair question.

I guess because I feel there is a difference between going after someone your single friend personally knows and is interested in, and maybe even wants to pursue a romantic relationship with -

compared to

A guy she know of but has never met and would be for all intents and purposes, unavailable to her because she's happily married with two kids.

——

[shrimpella21]

Dormant/Retired Characters

My dormant characters! They are not in use right now. I might bring them back to play with in the future as I cycle through characters, but for the most part I'm going to keep them here for history's sake. Feel free to let me know if there's a character here you're interested in <3 I'd be happy to discuss playing with them!

Also! If you'd be interested in a roleplay but need a realistic faceclaim, I UNDERSTAND. You can ask me for one and I'll find something that works for both of us :)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍

LUCAS PATTERSON

FINISHED (rework needed). Stephen James.

Lu, Chimera. 30. He/him.

Chicago. Single. Gun-for-hire.

Bisexual & biromantic.

Best home cook in NY. Has the cutest dog ever. Was kidnapped for three years. Is a millionaire now (w/ mental issues oops). Killer but has a moral code. Loves his mom.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓

BROOKLYN TORRES

FINISHED. Chester Rushing.

Brook. 25. He/him.

Baltimore. Single. Owns a flower shop.

Gay af.

Owns every flower he grows in his shop. His home is a garden jungle. Complete sweetheart, will make bouquets for all his friends. Pretty friendless, unfortunately. Has Addison's disease and takes a ton of medication. Always at risk for getting sick. Treats life as a blessing.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍

FAUST BLACKWELL

UNFINISHED. Dave Franco.

No nickname. Immortal. He/him/it.

New York. Single. Magician.

Bisexual & Biromantic

Don't give him sharp objects. Major backstabber. Is biologically immortal, still acts like a child. He'll do whatever it takes to hold onto his powers. Stupid but dangerous. Can and will black widow somebody. Mild shape-shifter, but it hurts like hell.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

SILAS SHAW.

UNFINISHED. Cillian Murphy.

No nickname. 40. He/him.

Rochester. Single. Owns gambling rings.

Gay af (closeted).

Owns a gambling ring, runs on everything from horse racing to fight rings. Small man with a big personality. Dislikes children, he makes them cry. Will shoot someone without hesitation to save his business. He thinks he's cool but he's really a loser. Acts younger than he is bc he can't believe he's already 40.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

RUSS LARUE

UNFINISHED. Chris Pine.

No nickname. 41. He/him.

Wichita. Single. Butcher.

Bisexual & Biromantic.

Is a well-known butcher, known around town for supplying mystery meat to special customers. What is it? Who knows. Where does he get it from? Also unknown. Overall he's a friendly guy but there's something wicked hiding behind that pretty facade.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐑

LIAM KENDRICKS

UNFINISHED. Will Poulter.

No nickname. 29. He/him.

San Jose. Single. No job.

Bisexual & Biromantic.

Pretty boy who uses his daddy's money to travel the world. Has yet to ever work a real job. Surprisingly kindhearted, if not a bit cocky. Knows five different languages. Has a small blog channel on YouTube that he uses to give people travel tips and advice. He's hoping it'll blow up someday.

Shardik

Shardik is a big, fuzzy, killer werebear. Do not trust him (he will eat all ur food and steal ur heart). He's russian and a pretty rough guy but all he really needs is some lovin! He was an experiment so he's been through a lot of tough shit. He's got a sexy human form :) and has about 13 references atm. I'm literally so desperate to use him!! HERE IS HIS INFO SHEET!!!

Thalion

Thalion is originally a DnD character. He's a big nasty naga :) May or may not eat people. He's based on an eyelash viper which is pretty cool - he either carries venom in his fangs or an aphrodisiac substitute~ Has about 4 references.

Aaron

DILF DILF DILF DILF. He has so much nsfw art - please ask omfg. He's a total sweetheart! Has Meniere's disease, which is an auditory condition, but it just means he's super good at ASL! He reads lips really well (and has part hearing in one ear) so he's still fairly functional. Also he has a big ol german shepard <3 Has 21 references. SO many NSFW pieces.

Buckshot

Buckshot is a lil bit of a human experiment in regeneration. You could compare him to a zombie except he doesn't rot, nor does he eat brains. But! His body is in a constant state of regeneration and he's always 'shedding' skin, like a lizard would. The skin always varies in color and texture. He's an amazing fighter since he's so quick to regenerate.

Kane

Self-made egyptian diety, I am OBSESSED with him. He was created by his village to fight a bitchy god named 'Jatraw. He's not a full god, so he gets his ass kicked a lot, but he has a ton of fun powers!!!! He's also perfect for any environment and time, since he goes into hibernation for years and wakes up fuck knows where. He's got about 30 references rn. He also has a fully coded bio on toyhouse!

Edgar

BOAR BOAR BOAR

Has a feral form + anthro form + human form. Imagine a car-sized boar running 25 mph at you. Scared? Good! Edgar likes to think of himself as morally righteous, despite being far more agressive (and dare-I-say deadly) than he has to be. He does his fair share in helping the community out tho. And the fc is Pedro Pascal ;)

Cosmo

Cannibal by kesha is the song that suits him best. He is a maneater and all-around whore. He is a crocodile shifter. Still working on vibe and info! fc is Oscar Isaac 😎

Cerellios

Cerellios is a unicorn CENTAUR and a well-known teacher of magic. He's willing to work with anyone, whether they have years of experience or none at all. He has a coded bio on toyhouse!!!! just click the roman numerals at the bottom of the fancy box to move from page to page~

[mamamangaka]

OH MY GOD YOUR YANDERE ALASTOR POST IS 💯 I ONLY FOUND IT TODAY AND I'VE REREAD IT LIKE A BILLION TIMES I'M LIKE A DOG WITH A FAVOURITE CHEW TOY

Also! Do you have a post about your commissions or smth?

YOU ARE THE NICEST PERSON EVER AND OMFG TYSM

In regards to the commissions: I did at one point but I’m currently working on another ref sheet. If you DM me, we can work on something if you’d like! My work generally starts around 40$ USD if it’s artwork and if it’s writing it’s about 5$ USD per 2K of words 🥹🙏

and honestly??? Omg Yandere alastor is such a flavor right now, I’m like a kid in a candy store of yandere alastor thoughts

[minmos]

multiples of 10

ohhh this is fun >:)

10: When was your last physical fight?

omfg this is hard to answer. probably sometime around high school?

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

snogged is such an ugly word. anyways The couch. classic location

30: What’s irritating you right now?

my hair is a mess and i have makeup smudged on my face from last night but ive gotta go grocery shopping soon !!!! i dont WANT to wash my face and do my hair though arrgghh (biting)

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

you know what i dont think i have. sorry for being boring But i'm gatekeeping my hot bod from the world ...

also realizing theres no 50 on this LOL

60: Do you wanna get married?

wellllll *twirls my hair* it's never been very important to me & i think it can be a hassle if things dont work out... but if i got proposed to i wouldnt say no LOL. but at least rn i dont think so. not really high priority

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

literally like This isnt a self depreciating joke but i think id die for anyone . i put 0 into my self preservation stats

[zepskies]

You're so dang sweet!! Thank you for all your comments! 😘 Replying below:

LOL believe me, Part 2 will be a bit longer for ya. 😘

Honestly I'm chill about elevators, but I'm still wary after being stuck on them 2x. lol

Lol, my exact thoughts at the idea of being lifted by someone through an elevator escape hatch 😂

HONESTLY THOUGH. Idc how "strong" the guy is, I don't want my feet to dangle lmao.

Ugh, I can imagine myself clinging to his big hands like a toddler and just completely wrapping myself around his arm to feel safe 😭

Ugh, right? Wrap me up like a burrito in your arms, sir. 🌯

But I'm so glad that you liked their little meet cute lol. It was so fun to write! Love me some protective Dean doing what he does best: saving people.

Why am I picturing Nick Newport Jr. from Parks and Rec and now I literally can’t get that out of my head 😂 - sidenote, I recognize the other characters but I don’t remember a Nick in SPN??? Is it supposed to be a Dick Roman reference??

Lolll Parks & Rec, love that! 😂 But nope I'm referencing Mark Pellegrino's Nick, the guy Lucifer was possessing.

Although Dick would've been a good character to use, I'm using Nick for a few reasons (you'll see why later 😘).

Oh, I avoid Tower of Terror like the plague when I go to Disney lol.

Literally sounds like my grandma, but in finding a husband. She tried to get me to hit on a 40 year old man at the drive thru just last week 😂

Omfg I'm dead. No, grandma! 😂

“You really need to live a little, while you’re still hot and firm.” I SNORTED OMG

🤣 I'm so glad you appreciated this line. Low key one of my faves to write in this chapter.

LOL I love that episode/gif from the turducken sandwich. A great Sam, Dean, and Bobby episode from S7. 🤣🤣 But thank you so much, hun!! Can't wait to bring you Part 2 soon! 💕💕

Smoke Eater - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!! 🥳❤️‍🔥 You guys really warmed my heart with all the excitement for this story. I'm very happy to bring you the first chapter. I hope it doesn't disappoint! 😘

🔥Series Masterlist

Word Count: 4,000 Warnings: Tense situations, brief mention of claustrophobia, and a good old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1: "Class and Style"

Come on, come on, come on!

The toe of your heeled foot tapped on the floor as you, once again, waited for the elevator to make its slow climb back up to the 22nd floor.

In your hand was a tray carrying two steaming lattes: one small, plain hazelnut, and the other a venti caramel frappe with all the sugary bells and whistles. Complete with extra whipped cream, because your boss was a goddamn child.

I shouldn’t even be getting his coffee, you thought sourly. This is his assistant’s job!

And if this elevator didn’t climb any faster, having to stop at Starbucks during your meager lunch break for your boss’s morning fix would make you late for a very important sales meeting.

“Let’s go, Betsy. Come on,” you muttered. “You can do it.”

Yes, you’d named the contraption that usually managed to carry you all the way to your correct floor. When she wasn’t broken down for maintenance. 

The four walls of the narrow elevator shook and creaked as it cleared the 20th floor. You inhaled sharply, but resisted the urge to grab the inner guardrail. This thing was old, just like the rest of the building.

But then, Betsy screeched and made an abrupt stop.

You were woefully unprepared. You slid in your heels and gasped—both at the jolt, and at the hot lattes tipping out of your hand and down your blouse and skirt.

Shit!

You didn’t even have time to wince at the scalding hot coffee, as you nearly rolled an ankle in the spillage. Luckily, you were able to grab at that guardrail. You sucked in relatively even breaths as you realized what happened…

The elevator stopped, but not on your floor.

“Oh, God…” you uttered, staring up at the red, digital “21” above the metal doors. It was blinking, but not moving. Just like you weren’t moving. Which meant…you were stuck.

Okay, not a big deal. You’re fine, you thought, trying to calm yourself. All you had on you was your phone, your ID, and your credit card. You’d decided to leave your purse in your desk, since you were just walking across the street.

But that was okay! Because you still had your phone…

“No service. Of course,” you muttered, raising your phone high to try and get a bar. This elevator was a dead zone, and it always had been. Fucking hell…

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You shouted for help.

You pressed the emergency alarm, several times.

You could hear it blare and echo outside of the chamber of the elevator, but no one seemed to hear you. Your work building was huge, made up of several departments and hundreds of employees here at Savage & Co. There was always plenty going on, especially in the middle of the morning.

Maybe no one could hear you.

“All right. Don’t…don’t panic,” you told yourself. Even though your heart was beginning to pound.

You finally pressed the “Call” button outlined in red. You didn’t know if it worked; half the floor buttons on the console didn’t even light up anymore.

But to your relief, the sound of a phone line ringing echoed through the small speaker. After a few rings, someone answered.

“Fire Department.”

“Oh, God. Yes!”

With a hand on the rail, you managed to kneel down next to the speaker. Your free hand brushed a strand of hair away from your dewy face. There was no AC in here, and you were starting to sweat. Thankfully, the rest of your hair was pulled up into a clip.

“I’m stuck in one of the oldest elevators known to man,” you told the disembodied voice.

“Sorry to hear that. What’s your name?”

You gave them your name, along with the address of your company’s building. The voice promised that they were dispatching a until to come and get you out soon.

“How soon is soon?” you asked.

“…About forty-five minutes, give or take.”

Jesus Christ.

You baked inside Betsy for close to an hour. While your makeup slowly melted, you found a corner of the ground that wasn’t covered by a coffee puddle, and you pressed the alarm button at random intervals. Still, no one seemed to hear it. You used the empty coffee tray to try and fan yourself.

Your phone was also useless. You tucked that along with your credit card into your bra for safe keeping. You’d definitely missed your meeting about the prospective Zimmerman account—one you and your coworker Josh were competing to nail down, as the top performers in the sales department. You couldn’t even catch up on your emails.

Damn it, Nick’s gonna chew my head off, you thought. But then you frowned, your brows furrowing. Well, it’s his fault for not maintaining this damn building. And for ordering a damn caramel frappe! What is he, a 12-year-old girl?

Your skirt was still sticky on the side. With a sigh, you leaned your head back against the metal wall and closed your eyes. Ah, well. At least I’m not claustrophobic.

“Fire Department!” called a man’s voice from above. “Can you hear me down there?”

You gasped and opened your eyes. Your gaze raised heavenward, and you called out to the voice.

“Hello?!”

“Ah, we found you. You okay, ma’am? Are you hurt?”

“Y-Yes…” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. “I mean, no. I’m not hurt.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “You’re stuck between two floors, but we’re gonna get you out, all right?”

“Okay.” You sucked in a shaky breath and grabbed the rail so you could get back onto your feet. “I’m stuck on the 21st floor right?”

“Well, in between 21 and 22. Hold on one sec.”

 You stood there with bated breath, just waiting for something to happen. You heard tools whirring, felt the elevator shutter for a moment, but it didn’t budge. Until you heard a thump on the roof. You looked up, but of course you couldn’t see what was happening.

Until a square patch in the roof was unscrewed and drawn back, revealing a firefighter in almost all his gear: wearing a gray shirt tucked into navy pants, red suspenders, black boots and gloves. All he was missing was a jacket and a hardhat.

He did wear a harness, and he held another one in his gloved hand, as well as a charming, almost boyish grin on his face.

“There you are,” he greeted.

You didn’t know if it was the lack of AC, or his ridiculously handsome features, but you felt your face heat up further.

“Uh, hi,” you said, very eloquently. You offered a smile back. “Thanks for the rescue.”

“Well, we haven’t gotten there yet, but we will,” he said, still with that grin as he lowered the second harness down to you. “I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

You gave it to him as you took the harness.

“Nice to meet you, despite the circumstances,” he said. “I’m sure you didn’t have this on your bingo card today, did ya?”

You snorted in response. “Not even in my fortune cookie.”

It earned an amused look from him. Then he proceeded to instruct you on how to put the harness on around your waist and shoulders and clip the straps together.

“Okay, good. Now tug it, make sure it’s tight enough,” Dean said, motioning with his hand. You obliged him.

“Perfect.” He nodded, before crouching down and lowering his hands through the compartment. “All right, now. Just take my hands. I’m gonna pull you up.”

You looked up at him, then and at the narrow escape hatch with uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” he said, noting your reluctance (and your white-knuckle grip on the guardrail). “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Yeah, I doubt anything about this situation is safe,” you replied wryly. You glanced at the elevator’s metal walls. Even now, they groaned under Dean’s shifting weight.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong and all,” you said, with a vague gesturing hand at him. You couldn’t quite tell from your limited vantage point, but Dean could barely fit his broad shoulders through the hole he’d opened up. He was probably a big guy.

Still, you didn’t like the idea of your legs dangling in mid-air. 

“I’m a woman, but I’m still a full-grown person,” you said, your brows beginning to furrow in worry. “People are heavy, and this thing is rickety as hell, and that’s a really tiny window…”

“All right,” Dean gently interrupted. He looked like he was trying hard not to chuckle, and you didn’t appreciate it…even though you were biting your lip, trying not to smile too (more in embarrassment).

“I promise you, the line’s got you,” he said. And he tugged on the sturdy rope that connected to your harness.

His eyes met yours directly, firm and assuring. They were green, you noticed, even in this fluorescent lighting.

“More importantly, I’ve got you. And there’s no way I’m gonna let you fall,” he said, with what seemed like every conviction in the world. “Just take my hands.”

He leaned in further so you could reach him.

…And damn it, you believed him.

Staring into his eyes, you found the courage to suck in a deep breath and release the guardrail. You reached up and let his hands curl tightly around yours. You gripped him right back.

“All right, pull up!” he called back over his shoulder.

You couldn’t see them, but you heard the voices of other firefighters as they slowly retracted Dean’s harness line as well as yours. When he was able to plant his feet on the roof of the elevator again, you held your breath as he pulled you all the way up as well.

You lost a heel along the way though. It fell off your foot and hit the bottom of the elevator below.

“Woops,” Dean said. His arms wrapped around you, and he held you securely against him when your heel (and bare foot) also met the elevator roof, a bit awkwardly. You both peered back down through the square hole.

“Want me to get that for you?” he offered, with another one of those grins.

Now you knew you were blushing. Stop it!

You shook your head as you clung to his arms. You felt the strength in them, and it steadied you, along with the easy way about him that said he was more than comfortable with the perils of rescuing trapped women from old-ass elevators.

“Don’t even worry about it,” you told him. “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

Dean chuckled then. “I hear ya. Let’s go, then.”

He glanced up and called out to a “Benny” and a “Gordon.” You assumed they were the men securing the harnesses that held you and Dean.

“Okay. You ready, sweetheart?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod, even as you bit your lip again at the endearment. Usually when men called you sweetheart, (like your boss), it was like nails on a damn chalkboard.

But somehow, it didn’t seem so sleezy coming from the charming fireman.

You craned to looked up at his face. He was much taller than you, even with half your heels. Dean met your eyes again, and for a moment, you were tense. The elevator shaft was dark and cold, but the light from the open doors of the floor above allowed you to see his face, decorated lightly with stubble, and his brown hair that spiked to one side.

Your mouth parted, though you didn’t have a clue of what to say next…

You were saved when the lines went even more taut, and the firefighters on the floor above brought you and Dean all the way up to the 22nd floor. He helped you reach out to a bearded fireman, who supported your arms and carried you out of the elevator shaft, onto solid ground.

A small crowd had formed in the lobby. Zachariah the CFO was there, along with the building manager, and your friend Andréa, who looked both worried and relieved to see you. And even your boss, Nick, came forward to meet you once Benny and Dean helped you take off the harness.

“You’ve had a busy morning,” Nick drawled.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “You could say that.”

Technically, he was everyone’s boss: Nick Savage, CEO of Savage & Co. He’d inherited the company from his father. However, Nick believed his one sad year of college business classes made him an expert on running your sales department with a firm hand.

“Well, it’s good to see you’re all right,” he said. Though his eyes glanced down your stained, white blouse, down to your bare foot. His gaze made your spine prickle. And not in a good way.

You crossed your arms on reflex. “I know I missed the meeting—”

“We recorded it. You’ll be able to watch it later, take notes, all that good stuff,” he said, his head tilting in that lazy way of his. He gestured at you with a finger. “But, uh…once you’re done cleaning up, think you could nip back out and get me that coffee? Since, you know, you’re kind of wearing it.”

Behind you, the team of firefighters discreetly watched the scene while packing up their gear—some with curiosity and bemusement, others (namely Dean) with a subtle frown.

You were livid.

But you managed to keep it down, just beneath your skin, as you bent down and took off your remaining heel.

“I’m requesting the afternoon off as personal time,” you informed him with (mostly) all due professionalism. There was a fire in your eyes, however, that not even you could tame.

“But don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll still land the Zimmerman account by Friday.”

You turned and dropped your shoe into a nearby garbage can. You didn’t want to be reminded of your boss every time you saw the coffee stains.

Before you left, you stopped in front of Dean and the other firefighters.

“Thank you very much for all your help,” you said, giving them all a smile. Your gaze lingered on Dean, who smiled back at you and nodded, his hands resting on his belt.

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Your lips twitched. Then you continued on your way towards the exit door, to the stairwell. You shoved it open and walked bare-footed up to your office to get your purse. 

You’d left Nick silently fuming in the middle of the hall. You knew there wasn’t too much he could do with an entire crowd of witnesses.

He soon huffed and let your behavior roll off his back, as he became distracted by Zachariah and the building manager asking about the last time the elevator was properly serviced.

Meanwhile, Dean and Benny shared an amused look as their team rolled out.

Damn, Dean thought, remembering how you’d stopped in your little storm out, just to thank them. And how you’d held your head high as you walked away on bare feet.

He could admit, you had both class and style.

“Really, Grandpa. I’m fine,” you insisted.

Now in the comfort of your own home, and in your pajamas after a nice hot shower, you stirred a pot of chicken soup for your Grandpa George. He eyed you from the kitchen table with a measure of suspicion.

“Well, it’s lucky for you we’ve got a responsive Fire Department,” he said. “In the sleepy little town I grew up in, you’d be lucky if the whole damn building didn’t cave in before somebody got to ya.”

You shot him an amused look.

“Thanks. Makes me feel better about stepping into an elevator ever again.”

George seemed to consider the prospect, but he soon waved a vague hand.

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” George said, waving a hand. “Even if one of the cables snapped, you’d have three more holdin’ you up. And it should only need one cable to support the compartment, make sure the whole thing doesn’t fall to the damn ground.”

Your grandfather had been a technician for sixty years, so he knew a little thing about commercial building maintenance. However, right now, he wasn’t making you feel any better about your somewhat perilous experience. You paled a bit at the thought of cables snapping, leading to a long, Tower of Terror-style drop.

Except there’d be nothing to catch you at the bottom.

“It’s okay. I’ll just start walking up all 22 floors up to my office every day,” you said, smiling wryly. “I’ll finally have thighs like Wonder Woman.”

George laughed, though it soon ended on a cough. You eyed him with a frown as you ladled out a bowl of soup for him. You went over to him, both to set down the bowl in front of him and rub his back.

“Still with that cough. I don’t like it,” you said. “I’m making an appointment with your doctor.”

George shook his head and grabbed his glass of water.

“Just something caught in my throat.”

“Mhmm,” you replied. He was the absolute king of downplaying. It used to drive your grandma nuts.

You sighed and raised a hand to your forehead. An ache was building behind your eyes. Or maybe it had been there since you left work early today, and you were just now realizing how tightly wound your spine was.

“You okay?” George asked. You read the concern in his eyes and tried to relax your face from its scrunching.

“Yeah. Just a tension headache.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should spend less time worrying about me, and more time taking care of yourself,” he pointed out. “You had a stressful day. Why don’t you go relax? Or better yet, go out! Go see your friends. Get in a bar fight. Something productive.”

A grin curved your lips as you raised a brow.

“A bar fight would make me more productive?”

George grinned up at you. “Well, at least it’d get you out of the house.”

You pursed your lips. There was a reason you didn’t go out very often, and your grandfather knew it. You were the only one who could watch out for him now, even if he didn’t think he needed it. Your mouth opened to reply, but before you could, your cell phone rang through the house.

For a moment, the two of you stared at one another. Until George raised his brows.

“You should get that, huh?” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him, despite your small smile, and you raised a finger as you went to get your purse over in the living room.

“We’re not done, old man,” you said over your shoulder.

“Oh, believe me. I know,” he grumbled, delving into his soup with a spoon.

Meanwhile, you fished your phone out of your purse and answered. A genuine, if tired smile graced your lips. It was your best friend, Andréa. She worked with you at Savage & Co., over in Marketing as a graphic designer.

As fate would have it, the two of you were hired on the same day five years ago. She’d invited you to lunch that day, and from then on, you two had been rocking through corporate life like Thelma and Louise—if Thelma had been a Greek artist and Louise had been a sarcastic saleswoman. 

“Hey, Dre,” you greeted.

“Hello, my love. Congratulations for surviving your near-death experience, and getting to serve Nick Savage a bit of humble pie,” she teased. “I thought you were going to lobby your Prada heel at his head.”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch with your feet up on the coffee table.

“First of all, let’s not be too dramatic. I was stuck in an elevator, not a Chilean mine shaft,” you said wryly. “Second, you really think I would throw away Prada? Even if it was coffee stained… Those were just my $30 Steve Maddens.”

And yet, they had been your most comfortable heels. Maybe you should just find some sensible flats in the back of your closet and be done with it. But you liked the height and confidence that a nice pair of heels gave you—especially in that office filled with “Mad Men” wannabes.

Every male on your sales team thought he was Jon Hamm in a room full of George Costanzas.

Nick Savage was the worst out of all of them.

You dealt with it, however, and sometimes even thrived on being the only woman on the team. Mostly because you needed your job.

It paid well enough, but most of it went into the upkeep of your grandparents’ old house, and for the past few years, their extensive medical bills…

“Still, at least you got a Mission Impossible-style rescue out of it,” said Andréa. Her tone turned both leading and flirtatious. “Tell me you got that fireman’s number. Dear God Almighty, what a Grade-A Hottie.”

You chortled through your blush at remembering Dean, the firefighter who saved you. You could admit, he’d been one fine specimen of a man.

“Grade-A Hottie. What are we, in middle school?” you retorted. “Besides, he was just doing his job.”

“Ugh, you’re so pragmatic it hurts,” your friend lamented. “You really need to live a little, while you’re still hot and firm.”

You laughed fully at that one. “Yeah, I think taking the stairs from now on will help with the ‘firm’ bit.”

Just like the strength of the firefighter’s hold had been. You’d felt entirely secure after he’d pulled you up on the elevator roof. His arms had reassured you even more than the harness, if you thought about it. (And your face heated up further at said thought.)

“I do wish I could say thank you again, somehow,” you mused out loud, not really thinking about who exactly you were talking to.

“Oh, yeah?” Andréa said. You could practically hear her mischievous grin. It made you slightly nervous. “Well, it’s not unheard of for a grateful civilian to stop by a firehouse. You could bring him lunch or something!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that,” you said. Your instinct was to withdraw inward at the thought of putting yourself out there like that. Besides, you didn’t want to bother him while he was at work.

“What’re you talking about? Firefighters love food! Believe me, my cousin Meg is a paramedic,” Andréa said. Then she gasped. “Oh, girl. I have the perfect idea for you. Why don’t you bake something for the whole firehouse? That way it takes some of the pressure off, but you still get to see him.”

You became more contemplative then.

Bake something, huh?

Now, that you could do. Andréa knew all too well that the one thing that could get your gears turning was getting your apron on, as baking was your ultimate hobby. It made you feel creative, and damn-near stress free…

And her idea wasn’t too shabby, the more you thought about it. It was something kind that you knew you could do. And more than anything, you really did just want to say thank you, one more time.

You smiled.

“Okay. I think we have a plan.” However, your smile soon fell. “Wait, I have no idea what firehouse he works at.”

“Hmm, my cousin might know,” Andréa said. “Let me reach out to her…what’s his name again?”

“Dean,” you replied. Another small smile reached your lips, against your will.

“His name was Dean.”

AN: Ah, the first chapter! Launching a new story is always so exciting! 🥰 What did you think of the reader and Dean's first meeting?

Also, feel free to imagine Mark Pellegrino's "Nick" for this (I am). He didn't have a last name on the show, so I created one for this story, as he's going to be an important antagonist throughout.

And just so you guys know, my knowledge of the inner workings of fire departments and law enforcement will largely come from my own research and being a huge fan of procedurals, like Chicago Fire, Chicago Med, Law & Order, etc.

Yes, aspects are fictionalized on those shows, but a lot of it is rooted in real-life protocol and stories. All the love and respect for creator/executive producer Dick Wolf. 😂

...Oh, and the elevator scene was inspired by true events. (Yes, I've been stuck in an elevator before. 🫠 Two ridiculously hot firefighters pulled me out, but by then I was melting from the lack of AC, had no makeup, and was dressed like a female!Dean, plaid and all lmao.)

Anywho...

Next Time:

“Protect and serve,” Dean teased back. “That’s our motto, you know.”

“Isn’t that for police officers?” you quipped.

He chuckled a bit. “Hey, if the shoe fits.”

“Well…” you considered that with a tilt of your head, more seriously than he expected you to. You met him with a more earnest gaze. “I think it does.”

Right then, Dean had a feeling, deep in his gut, that he needed to know you.

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I have several drafts regarding A3!mon stuff I've been thinking about over the last week just sitting around so I think I'm just going to make it into two or three separate posts. This one will be a general update on teams, this time including side characters. The other ones will be about headcanons, world building, and movesets. 

Before I forget, Spoiler Warning since this includes characters that haven’t been introduced/shown in the ENG server yet.

So side characters! I finally got around to starting Yuzo and Tetsuro's, and they almost have a full party I feel good about. For Tetsuro, I was initially going to with bulky Ground/Rock types (Ex. Gigalith, Crustle), but since he’s actually a softie for cute animals that’s the route I went with.

Excuse the Yuzo chibi, but that’s the only one I found that I could use. Electrode is sort of an odd choice, but it has a base speed of 150 and I’d like to imagine it chasing actors during practices for fun as extra “motivation”.

Next are Madoka, Shifuto, August, and July. Of these, July’s was actually pretty fun to think about despite him having the least info to work off. I like my picks for Shifuto and August, but I don’t know if I like what I picked for Madoka. Since Madoka’s name contains a kanji meaning “round”, similar to how Misumi’s name has the same kanji for “triangle”, I wanted to pick pokemon that fit that. 

I haven’t really made any changes to Reni and Haruto, but I’ve been feeling iffy about some of my Haruto choices so I’m leaving him at three for now (org. 5)

I also have some in mind for the OG Mankai leaders, but I don't really know what to go for so it’s sort of a mess. Mostly for Zen, less so for Hiro. I hope the more I read about them in Act/Year 3, the better idea I have of what they’re like

In regards to both the OG leaders and God-za members, I saw these on twitter a while ago and it looks like I have official character colors I can work with! Though I still need to figure out what color to actually use for the OG leaders...

Onto the main Mankai cast, I finally decided on the last few slots for a couple teams so now Sakuya, Misumi, Juza, and Taichi are pretty much done. I’ve been iffy on Tasuku’s for a while but I think I feel better about his now.

Masumi, Itaru, Citron, Tenma, Kumon, and Banri are still works in progress since I’m still not certain on about half of their party members (pls... I’m open to suggestions)

I’ve only shown part of their teams in the past, but Matsukawa is pretty much settled on. I added a few more to Sakoda’s, and now he has a Meowth just like how Sakyo used to. But Sakyo’s first meeting with his meowth was when it tried to mug him while he was doing a shady delivery job in high school, while Sakoda’s meowth was hanging out by the pachinko slots on his day off.

Then for Izumi... I don't know what I should do about her. I know I want to keep the Sawsbuck since it’s appearance changes with the seasons and that fits with Mankai's overall concept. There are some I’m considering, but I’m still unsure...

To end this off, this came to mind yesterday and I'm shocked I didnt think of it earlier but... Azuma's friend Asajo, aka the "Long Legged Witch"? Tsareena and Hatterene are obviously the most fitting options. Oh and I just found out that Hatterene's pretty much a tiny alien in a trench coat of hair and I think that’s adorable

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⚠️ SPOILER Warning⚠️ (if you wanna play SOR blind then don't read this)

Shadows of Rose is an objectively bad DLC. You're free to have your own opinions but this is mine. It's a garbage DLC with horrible pacing, exposition, and energy.

I'm gonna start this off by saying one of the first things that stood out with this fucking thing--the Duke. What? The Duke is evil in this DLC?! Woah, why? Literally why, Capcom?! Was he upset that Amazon was running him out of business and took it out on the only able-bodied person around? Motherfucker went from being a tasteful NPC that entertained you with his small one-liners and timing to "Evil Pillsbury Doughboy with a shitty Halloween mask." It baffles the mind as to why he's evil in this for no fucking reason.

Also, why all the Rose's?! WTF? I would've loved to know why there were infinite Rose's just mulling about in this Megamycete Hellscape.

Also, also, Rose is a really annoying protagonist. It might just be because I genuinely don't care about Ethan Winter's and his "saga" anymore but I digress. Her motivation for wanting to get rid of her powers is that she doesn't have friends-- motherfucker, I don't have friends. Deal with it. They haven't posed a serious issue besides being a point of complaint like legitimately this girl's horrible past with her powers boil down to her having "white sweat." Her sweating milk like a platypus is what drives this bitch into going into the consciousness of a being dubbed the "Black God."

Ethan is also really dumb in this. "I called myself Michael because I didn't want to shock you." Omfg dude, she's already in the BLACK GOD'S consciousness and freaking out about dying to these deux ex machina Dementor ripoffs. Tell your fucking daughter who you are??? It really makes me laugh that Capcom still doesn't show his fucking face on screen too. Is he really that ugly? WHEEZE

Okay... the only thing. THE ONLY THING that I semi-enjoyed was seeing Eveline in this--and it's still not a very good encounter. Like, you deal with fighting Eveline specifically for like a minute and then you're done. It's just a repeat of Ethan's bit in RE7 where she shockwaves you backwards a bit and you deal damage to her after. No difference. It's lazy.

I kind of liked the Beneviento house for the horror aspects, I'm personally really terrified of mannequins. I hate them with a mf passion so the dolls and mannequins were a really nice touch.

I didn't like that none of the lords were there, we don't even get a mf backstory for any of them and yet this fucking character that was an infant in RE8 gets her own 3 hour DLC?? Cool. Awesome.

Speaking of the lords, Miranda's back! She also looks just... weird. It's barely noticeable but like... she doesn't look all the way like her normal character design; they fixed how fucking shiny she was from the RE8 game though so that's... good? Girl ain't greasy no more. One thing ticked right then, Capcom.

The final battle. Ooh, the final battle. Hah! ...I actually kinda liked the final battle because I like the animation for Miranda's wings but that's mostly it. I don't care for the speech that Ethan gives Rose about never giving up and all that jazz. Also, despite you only being able to use a certain amount of Rose's power throughout this DLC, because of the power of Moldy Papa speech and plot armor, she now can throw full as fucking trees at this bitch, absorb projectiles, and teleport. Not a joke. Where was this like 40 minutes ago??? It's just... annoying.

Y'know what really annoys me also? The ammo in this game. You actually get less ammo found and given to you in this game then the ammo drops around the Baker house in RE7. Like, "Michael" gives you some because even the game devs know they didn't fucking put much.

And one of the biggest things for me--Mia Winters. Where the actual fuck was Mia fucking Winters? Rosemary Winters mother, y'know, the woman who raised her and loved her?! She is mentioned--guess how many times--fucking once. She is mentioned once in this whole fucking thing. It's mind-boggling. I get on the Wiki for this game, it's established that Rose doesn't see Mia much now that she's grown up and shit. Does that eliminate the right to her having a relationship with the woman though?! Does Capcom just hate this woman?! Mia is mentioned once in a diary entry of Rose's from when she was a kid, it wasn't even directly about Mia. It was about her white fucking milk sweat and her wanting to have friends. Bitch, I could care less about your friend problems and milky skin. I waited this entire DLC for a flashback, a scene, a story with this woman and I got a paragraph from a elementary schooler complaining about side effects of mold puberty and mannequins that resembled Mia slightly that scared the shit outta me. Great work, Capcom. God, I hate this fucking game.

This game is really fucking irritating like... I actually am seething in vc right now with @highlifeboat. Capcom said they'd deliver and they did.

Fucking dogshit.

Absolute fucking dogshit

Anyway, my favorite part was when I got to turn off my Xbox and forget I ever touched this piece of shit.

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my thoughts on the new panic album

just finished listening so here is my bullet pointed live reaction. i have not been a patd fan since like 2018 so please do not read this if ur looking for a glowing review. HOWEVER there are some good parts i'm not wholly biased, but spoiler alert all of those good parts relate to the instrumentals not the vox/lyrics.

enjoy

i’m not listening to the singles again; don’t let the light go out is the best one because he’s only doing falsetto for like 40% of the song instead of the usual 90% and also mike naran slayed. still would not listen to it in my spare time tho

star spangled banger

would it kill this dude to sing in a healthy octave

what the fuck why is the first verse so fast

“home of the freaks” is an extremely corny line also why is he screaming it at me

i do like the bassline

it seems like all of these songs so far have instrumental solos which i would normally like but they’re all mid and sound exactly the same so what’s the point

god killed rock and roll

omfg he wishes he was queen soooooo bad

this one is ok so far. guess why? because he’s not singing in his high register (…for now?)

… never mind. damn it can he go ONE SONG WITHOUT IT???

this song did NOT have to be this long why is it still going

say it louder

“everybody hates you now” is he directing this at himself bc yeah no shit

i HATE that he based this whole song around that “louder for the people in the back” phrase

i swear to god some of these songs aren’t bad but then he goes into falsetto and it makes my ears want to explode

okay this one is not awful i’ll give him that, it’s pretty theatrical

sugar soaker

i like how the verses sound, but i don’t like the chorus it feels like he just defaulted back to the standard chorus for all the songs so far

and i hate the lyrics as a whole wtf kind of metaphor is comparing the woman to a car

this had potential

something about maggie

less than 30 secs in i already don’t like this. especially the lyrics.

why does he keep referring to a DJ in these songs??

has he explained what the recurring character of maggie represents or is she just A Girl

WHY DOES HE KEEP REFERRING TO AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE????

i like the instrumental break at 2:00 it actually sounds unique compared to all the other ones but also i’m a band and orchestra kid so i’m just a sucker for orchestral/brass/woodwind parts

sad clown

this mv could NEVER be that one ofmd scene

is he going for opera bc he’s failing miserably

… and is he aware that opera is more than just going as high as you possibly can and saying italian words

wtf is this beat change at the end

brb taking a lunch break my ears are bleeding

all by yourself

WHAT are these lyrics supposed to mean

there are so many songs on this album where the verses sound cool (mostly instrumentally but also vocally)… and then the chorus sucks ass

(and you will Never guess why (he cannot sing high notes (that’s why)))

“we live FOREVHA”

do it to death

i detest everyone who was comparing the singles to vices/pretty odd, but i WILL say that the way he sings “patience now, don’t cut the line” here reminds me a little of vices

“do it all to death” more like do it all the ti-[GUNSHOT]

the shut up and go to bed part sounds so out of place

wait that’s IT?? that was a weird song to end the album with.. idk what i personally would’ve chosen but

1 day later update i have already forgotten how these songs sound so. not memorable whatsoever

[silverquillsideas]

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY GOT TO THE PART WHERE JAMES SOMERTON SHOWS UP AND YOU GUYS????

I thought I had no idea who tf he was but turns out I DID????

I actually watched a few of that dumbos videos a couple of years ago?? Especially the ones on yuri on ice and painter of the night lmfaoooo

I never subscribed to him bc frankly his style of narration was too dry and boring to me, it didn't engage me the way I was hoping it would. But I remember I was happy youtube recommended me this apparently well made long video essay abt 2 relatively lesser known media that I had liked in the past!

I'll be honest, looking back retrospectively the reason I didn't subscribe to him? Because to me, his videos felt like 40-ish minutes of word vomit without making a head or tail of what tf he was talking about. There was no... cohesiveness to his ideas?? There was no proper beginning, no structure, no messages that I could learn at the end. It felt like I ended up sitting thru a long video of essentially... word salad lmao

I remember thinking oh, maybe it was me that wasn't getting his apparently deep dives bc I'm too tired rn. Hm. Makes sense I guess?

BUT NOPE. Now that I'm seeing hbomberguy breaking down his vids, I understand WHY.

Because literally everything somerton ever says in any video has been randomly lifted off of other ppl lmfaoooo. That's why his narrative voice felt so dry and boring and simply disjointed, as if he was reading off of a script AND OF COURSE HE WAS ACTUALLY DOING THAT ALL THE TIME ???? 😭😭😭

I still cannot wrap my head around this clownery omfg 😭

Can someone kindly give me the tea on who tf is this hbomberguy and something somerton??? Why are they beefing and why is everybody interested?? My dash has been flooded w posts and memes and I cannot make out anything lmfaoooo 😭

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Random thoughts on Vice Versa ep 12

Ha! I knew straight away when Talay woke up that the preview had been playing us and that it would end up being that Puen was going to bullshit Talay. I do wish we could have gotten a proper repeat of the scenario Puen described in ep 9 but this subversion kind of works too… It's nice that they're comfortable with each other to be able to joke around. But I don't get the shying away from kisses. Yes, morning breath and whatever...but Talay pulls away too much. Surely they're at the stage where they want to jump each other's bones not be shy about kissing. Anyway, the kisses over the breakfast prep were cute.

I loved the writing on the palm - another callback to their thing of communicating in different ways. It was cute.

But I'm CACKLING!!! Talay's boss is a traveller too and there's an association in their universe (I mean, there had to be but still...) and I loved how that actor played the 16-year-old within him - especially the Phi/Nong thing. (I've seen some people commenting on how it must suck for him to wake up in a 40-year-old's body...but I also think about the 40-year-old waking up as a 16 year old - having to do exams again, study at uni, find a job, finish puberty...I WOULD NOT want to go through that again 😂).

I was disappointed that we never really got confirmation that both Talay and Puen dreamed - that they were actually each other's portkeys...and I wish we had.

Before ep 11, I had wanted a scene in a cafe with Talay eating a pink dessert...well it was a restaurant and a pink drink, so close enough! And, damn! Puen made the folder!! How did he get the exact same design? He obviously has a good memory. But it's all the merch from the gmmtv shop, isn't it...

Now then, the live-streamed interview with O was uncomfortable and Jimmy played that so well in his micro-expressions - I wonder how close to home it is for these actors. And Gyo saying it as it should be: "Whoever Puen is seeing is his personal business". Yes! But it felt like too much drama for the last ep…I was definitely nervous by this point how it was going to be dealt with.

OMG I wanted to punch Puen's manager - he shouldn't have that kind of power. Puen is NOT a child. How dare he just confiscate his phone. I appreciate that actors are bound by contracts but this is taking it too far. He couldn't be more unsupportive of Puen if he tried. So, Puen is supposed to be an unhappy loner so long as he has a career that the industry can leech off him? smh. Now I know why this picture was there - it represents how we all feel about this jackass:

Anyway, I really liked Talay's worry for Puen - "Will he be okay?" - rather than what has been overdone so often before, the 'oh noes he must have stopped loving me' self-depreciation when the other person goes awol, even if it's due to outside forces (which this show did last ep but at least they've redeemed themselves here).

And I was so glad I was right with Tup and Tou being different versions of Up and Aou. I was CACKLING AGAIN! And I liked how they reversed the characters' energies a bit with Tup being the quiet one and Tou the loud one. It also gave us a third character from Neo. This man. istg.

YAS to supportive female friends!!! That's it, that's all. I love Gyo.

I find it so odd in bls when couples cook and then only have one place setting. But OMFG Jimmy in glasses!! I didn't know how much I needed it until I got it...and I now I need it again in the future.

Okay, no, yeah, I love the hourglass symbolism and parallel. I buy it. It's wonderful, I love how Puen made one where the sand stays because he wants time to stop. It's FABULOUS but I just wish they could have introduced the idea earlier in the series. The same for the moon reference - I don't really remember them 'looking at the moon and thinking of the other person'. The show could have made this moment even more poignant had they strengthen this.

And I mean the kiss is great and all at the end there but I needed to know what happened to Tun and Tess…a lot more than just in the dream sequence. This was definitely disappointing and I hope we'll get some kind of special episode - even if it's all different actors playing out Tun and Tess' life as though they had written the screenplay for it from their life-story. I'm salty.

I'll give the show points for giving us Aou and Fuse crumbs, though, as well as Phuwadol - although I don't see why Talay wouldn't have asked that person if they were the Dol he knew from the alternate universe. smh. BUT Fuse's first t-shirt was spot on again, "Believe in Yourself" when he's in acting classes, and I just wish I could find out what's on his second t-shirt 😭

The ending was sweet, lovely to see what the future can hold for them. And what a location!...to find that house with that huge pink trumpet tree…but maybe they're really common in Thailand… It's such a shame we didn't get to see it in bloom though...how amazing would this have been in Talay's garden?!

Aaaaand I'll only mention the Lays add since we came full-circle from ep 1 with the marriage reference - with Thailand, GMMTV, and Lays (bless them) flexing their 'we want marriage equality' muscles. 👏🏼

[firelord-frowny]

psst as you get further into your late 20s/early 30s, and you're starting to feel achy and tired, i can almost PROMISE you that it's not because you're ~getting old~. it's because you're not taking as good care of yourself as you used to, whether you're not as physically active, or you're not eating as healthy a diet, etc. ESPECIALLY if you have the kind of job/daily responsibilities that require you stay in one spot. you have no idea how important it is to move around even just a LITTLE BIT until you're not moving around very much at all.

that's why you have less stamina. that's why you feel weaker. that's why you're losing flexibility.

people who continue to get a healthy* amount of physical activity do not have these problems lmao or at least they don't have them with anywhere NEAR the intensity some of us are experiencing.

like omfg i am at my weakest and achiest state right now but you gotta realize, i've gotten like a total of 0 hours of even mildly strenuous activity over the last several months. OF COURSE i've gained weight and lost stamina and gotten weaker! OF COURSE i'm feeling achy after doing tasks that didn't used to cause me any discomfort at all! it's got shit all to do with being ~almost 30~ and everything to do with being sedentary.

and the only reason i'm making such a stark distinction is because if you think you're feeling like shit ~because you're 30~ then you're not gonna be motivated to actually solve any of the ACTUAL reasons why you're feeling like shit.

like jesus fucking christ world class athletes can remain world class athletes well past their 40s if they take good care of themselves. surely all us regular non athletes have the ability to take good enough care of ourselves that we can Go Upstairs Without Losing Our Breath.

*lmao i forgot to add the asterisk bit when i first posted this, but anyway, obligatory disclaimer that OBVIOUSLYYYYYYYYYY what's ~healthy~ for one person may not be healthy for another, and there's no one-size-fits-all regimen for healthy lifestyles, and the only person who can truly advise you on what choices might be best for you is a qualified and knowledgeable healthcare professional.

[ladyvesuvia]

soo after the rollercoaster that our gossiping was (I loved it so much askdjdj) may I request a 🍸 with, say, James Potter? My name is Clara, I'm a straight girl (she/her), ENFP & libra if that's useful. i'm p short (5'3") with curly, dirty blond hair and blue eyes + glasses that I hate so I'll wear contacts until my last breath. I'm energetic, outgoing and adventurous. I'm often the one who tells others to 'cheer up' and 'live a little' and 'come on let's try this it'll be fun' because my optimism is unshakable (I get kinda overwhelming at times :( Though I also have a softer, reserved side who's a total romantic and a softie too. my hobbies include traveling, writing, reading, playing the piano & videogames! also love stargazing and am obsessed with the sky, space, and aviation. i have two left feet and can't cook at all tho 😔 also I'm really into rock music and vintage stuff esp vintage clothes from the 40s/50s. hope this is enough and thank you so much! 💜

PLS ME TOO it’s now a core memory 😌 also have i told u how pretty u are omfg- i’m so glad we’re almost the same height *convulses*

ANYWAY THIS IS KINDA LONG I APOLOGIZE

HOW THE TWO OF YOU MET

james is a brat. that’s a fact and we all know it. now, i’m not sure how much you play the piano but for the sake of this one i’m gonna go with this.

when you were eight, you attended a recital and james, who was nine during that moment, happened to be out with his parents and he got distracted by something . . . playing from the distance. by the time he made it near, he pushed the heavy door open to find you at the low stage, focused on playing:

bewitched, he walked down the stairs, his eyes fixed on you and all. his parents were terrified, ready to use the summoning charm on him when he was just listening to a girl his age play something so captivating. somehow, he made it to the middle row and so he took a seat.

you still wore glasses around that time and james personally thought it was pretty cool seeing someone with “muggle goggles.” he knew what they were called but he just preferred calling it that way. it wasn’t until the door swung open again to reveal mr. fleamont potter calling back his son did james snap out of his daze. for one second, you risked a glance over to the boy walking away only to look back again to what you were playing, glad that you managed to keep on going.

james never forgot that very tune. in fact, he’d even hum it unintelligibly everywhere. and when i say everywhere, i mean EVERYWHERE. so when he was about to doze off in the great hall on his first day as a second year student, he was only lazily watching the sorting when you got up and he was like wait a minute…

PLS THE WAY HE JUST SAT THERE RIGID AF as he waited for u to be sorted but u were a hatstall. you were like pfft i’ll probably get sorted to ravenclaw but nope u were sorted to gryffindor. you didn’t have classes together because ofc you were one year below him. the only times you saw each other would be when you were sitting alone after your new friends have gone back into the room and you had sheet music all over because you were trying to get it in your muscle memory and stuff like that.

the first time that you talked was next year when he awkwardly asked you if you wanted to go to hogsmeade with him and you’re like “oh, i wish i could but i’m a second year.” but then he told you to take this paper. ofc the marauders map wasn’t made till 1974 or 1975 but let’s just say it was kinda some beta testing and he’s like “you get to try it first. now you take this route” bleh bleh you were confused why this guy was helping you get to hogsmeade but you wanted to check out hogsmeade so you went.

so yeah that was when you two finally became friends :))

——

HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP

— before you started becoming close with him, he liked to tease you and your glasses and he even tried wearing it himself and he’s like “how can you even see” HAHZHSHAA so when you came back on your fourth year and james was in his fifth, he was like “where’s clara we’re matching now” but then he sees you not wearing them and ofc he’s like sheeeesh but also “wait we were supposed to be matching why are you suddenly seeing clearly” SIR SHE’S WEARING CONTACTS

— when someone tries on his glasses he gets mf annoyed cos of the fingerprints and he tries to use spells and stuff but you just give him the small thing u use to wipe glasses with and he keeps it like omfg yay

— i also like to think that he once looked through your music sheets and he’s like “nutcracker?” and you just go like “oh, yeah, i like to think i’m clara sometimes.” “but you are clara.” “no, no, i mean the main character in the nutcracker.” and you launch into this storytelling about what the nutcracker is and HE LISTENS SO INTENSELY AND EVEN ASKS QUESTIONS

— it wasn’t until summer when he turned seventeen and got his apparition license did he tell you that he had a crush on you since that one recital just so he could suddenly poof.

— you didn’t see him until, like, the departure to hogwarts. on the hogwarts express, you confronted him and told him he should’ve told you sooner because you’d been crushing on him since he sneaked you to hogsmeade and BOI HE WAS SO MF HAPPY

— so when you two finally started dating, you two often went on spontaneous adventures. he loves how adventurous and crafty you are. imagine just him thinking “wanna go to ness point?” and you’d be all “why ask? ‘course i do.”

— AND THE COMPLIMENTS. he always tells you he likes your vintage dresses despite teasing you back then for it. “that’s so thirty years ago.” HAHAHAHA naur but he loves them on you and he even finds you clothes he thinks you’d like omfg this man would be absolutely head over heels for you. he’d go to sleep and think “well, nine year old james, you did it, deer.”

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#5

Catching up on Superman and Lois. I'm on the episode where they are trying to recapture Tag and OMFG!! THE SCENE WHERE THEY SHOT SUPERMAN WITH KRYPTONITE BULLETS.

Superman needs to stop working with the military

14 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 13:55:19 GMT

#4

Ooooooo Young Royals looks good

14 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 23:40:03 GMT

#3

I'm so happy the guy from Grimm is not dead. Even though I kinda had a feeling after watching the episode again and seeing that the neck cut was not that deep.

16 notes • Posted 2021-09-28 03:06:06 GMT

#2

Why do people always believe a person will turn out like the one they have encountered already? Now he going all out to kill someone who may not even turn evil.

He should be observing Superman's actions not going after him right off the bat

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24 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 03:03:14 GMT

#1

I'm liking Lois's storyline. I want that man to go down, he had no right to edit her story.

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[watermelinoe]

"get back to me in like ten years when he finally looks lived in" omfg I laughed so hard at your assessment and I'll definitely hold you to that if you're still around here in 10 years lol (also, you found an older pic of Gun, he doesn't look that bishounen anymore, I think? he's 29 now, I mean, I know he goes to the spa/aesthetic clinic and everything but still..

29 is still baby years, he needs to hit 35 at least but 40+ and then we might finally know what we're dealin with. if i'm still around here in 10 years blogging from my bunker or whatever you can absolutely hold me to it