#idek what this is but it's cringe as hell lmao

[da-shrimping-station]

a Filipino MC in WHB has so much comedic potential

Teaching Satan swear words in Tagalog, telling Michael about his sun halo and it's resemblance to the PH flag, informing everyone in Tartaros about a cake called "mamon"

AHAHAHAHA YESSSSSSS PINOY PRIDE LET'S FCKIN GOOOOOO 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

im sorry if that's kinda cringe but as a filipino i am obliged to do so 😭😭

Teaching Satan how to cuss not only in Filipino but also in sooooo many dialects just take your pick 😭 or you can hit him with the "oh those aren't swear words! they're endearments! yes yes, 'hoy gago' deeefinitely means 'my darling'!" (it does not lmao)

Idk if you can even finish a sentence w Michael before he attempts murder 💀💀 seeing him might make the national anthem play in your head and do the whole "right hand on the left side of your chest" routine 😭 ano to flag ceremony????? HAHAHAHAHA shit ayan na ang watawat ng pilipinas 😭😭😭 w Michael idk if i wanna pay respect to his halo the flag or kneel and recite the lord's prayer

As for the mamon part, you get the cravings and just say "i wanna eat some mamon, i miss it"

for reference, mamon is a Philippine sponge cake that's usually eaten as an afternoon snack or snacks for kids in recess (everyone fckin loves mamon you can bribe w that shit)

While the nobles would be confused and probably be convinced that they misheard you Mammon will find it hilarious

After you explain what it is he will send someone to Earth to get you the best mamon there is (homemade and expensive mamon is good but nothing beats Monde and Lemon Square 😩 fight me) ykw might as well ask for other delicacies while he's at it

Once he gets the gist of Filipino cuisine, he'll probably have a personal chef for you, which may or may not be good if MC can cook

A professional chef at your disposal is amazing and all but your recipes are from grandma and that's how you like it 😤 no i dont need measuring cups and spoons imma just eyeball that

A little off topic here but Filo!MC will feel right at home in Gehenna. The devils there are very resilient and are still able to laugh and joke even when shit hits the fan. But that doesn't mean they don't take the situation seriously. Their sense of community is ✨✨✨

Also, Filipino humor is so broken and unserious idek how to explain PH jokes to my non filo friends/moots. MC will just roll with the punches when it comes to Hell's logic imo 😭 "Oh we're doing this now, okay. Fuck it we ball." We're memeing everything. Nothing and no one is safe.

[train-inthedistance]

cannot properly describe it but im really yearning for this feeling that watching mtv catfish used to give me lately?? maybe i was just in an absolutely fukt up state of mind when i was watching it for the first time while my parents were ugly divorcing but i cannot rewatch and get this very specific feeling back all i see is how it’s sooo fabricated like no matter how naively i approach it i’ll be 2 minutes in and every fibre of my body is screaming this is soooooo fake like maxwell catfish joseph babygirl you own my whole heart but literally what are you doing there sweetie

[dindiarin]

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[cunaeparker]

Roomies | P. Parker

A/N: blurb time !!!!! 

this is god awful but i haven't posted for awhile so here this is LMAO . 

this is from may 2019 so excuse the cringe please and thank YOU

Summary: Peter Parker and his roommate’s endeavours.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: idek i put this all together and left out the rly cringy parts

***

Rooming with Peter Parker would include:

— Fighting.

Peter likes to take very long showers. He takes them before classes and at night, usually around the same time Y/N likes to - and in the early mornings, she definitely knows he's taking a hell of a long time just to piss her off. Unfortunately, she's quite used to it because it seems to occur quite often, but on the rare occasion, it gets under her skin and twists her nerves too much for her own liking.

Oh, and we won't even get started on the grocery store and liquor budgeting.

-

Y/N pounded on the bathroom door with her fists.

Struggling to pull her pants up over her ass as she hopped aimlessly outside the door, trying to save some time, small frustrated groans left her mouth as she wriggled her barely clothed hips around the denim.

"Hurry up, Parker!" she whined, now jumping up and down as her pants didn't seem to want to go over her ass, "I have class in 20 minutes and the drive to campus is like, a good 25!"

"Fuck off and wait!" Peter retorted with a snicker as he lathered some more of her mango body wash up his arms. "You should've gotten up earlier."

"Yeah, but you know I suck at planning!" Y/N cried, leaning back against the bathroom door as she threw her sleep shirt off, "Could you not be an asshole for a few minutes?"

"Could you not bang against the door for a few minutes?" Peter laughed, mocking the young woman waiting outside, "I'm just trying to relax. Settle down."

"How can I when I'm going to be late - oh, fuck it. I really do hate you, you know that right?" Y/N said sharply, slamming her foot against the bathroom door before throwing on some random t-shirt lying on the floor. "You literally suck more than my physics professor."

"I know, Y/N," Peter smirked, "You've told me multiple times."

She groaned, throwing her head back and rubbing her eyes with her bruised knuckles.

"Fucking hell— just... Parker, I'm going to be late," she hissed, pounding her foot against the quivering door again as she threw her dark blonde hair up into a ponytail. "My prof's gonna kill me when he sees all the classes I've been late to. And in fucking MIT, of all places -"

Y/N stopped when she heard the faint sound of someone humming - coming from the echoey tiled washroom.

"Are you -" she started in disbelief, "If you tell me that you're humming fucking Ramones instead of listening to me, I will blast this goddamn door open."

She pressed a shaky finger against the door only to hear no reply, except for the pattering of the shower water and the growing humming sound of 'Blitzkrieg Bop.'

Y/N's hands retracted from the splintered synthetic fibre of a door, clenching her knuckles into fists and bouncing up and down on the soles of her feet.

She let out a frustrated groan.

"Peter!"

"What?"

"Hurry the fuck up!"

Silence.

"Do you have a fucking deathwish, may I ask?"

"No, but you're reminding me a lot of that one villain I fought the other day, who's a serial killer," Peter commented offhandedly, chuckling softly to himself before closing up the soap bottle with a click and putting it onto the shelf. "It's funny."

"Serial...?" Y/N thought out, frowning; before dismissing her thoughts with an exasperated shake of her head. "I'm not a goddamn serial killer."

"But you act like one."

Y/N scoffed.

"When have I ever acted like a serial killer?"

There was a short silence.

"Remember that one time you were drunk two days ago? Shit, actually - you probably don't, but I specifically remember you trying to attack me."

"That's because you were drunk too, you idiot! You were trying to fight everyone in the bar and someone had to stop it!"

"I didn't think you went about the most... orthodox way, though."

Y/N cupped her hands over her mouth and let out a muffled scream.

"Okay," she grumbled, "I don't want to hear about your stupid drunken analogies or argue about shower privileges. Just get out, please?"

There was a short silence.

Until Peter snorted.

"Sorry, sorry," Peter choked out, covering his grin with the back of his hand to stop himself, "It's not funny. It's not funny."

He said the second sentence with a straight face, trying to convince himself not to make the seething young woman more upset, knowing the consequences - but he eventually erupted into a fit of giggles.

"Fuck. Y/N, I'm so sorry, don't kill me -"

"I really feel like you have a suicide pact with Gwen Stacy," she gritted her teeth as she slammed her fist against the door again with one last definitive hit. "You both are really pissing me off—"

A sudden squeak of the tap signaled the end of Peter's shower and Y/N's words.

He stepped out.

Peter was followed by a trail of translucent steam,  and when she finally got a good look at him, he was shaking out his wet brown curls as a towel hung dangerously low around his waist - not leaving much to the imagination, in true Parker fashion.

But she was used to it.

And now was definitely not the time for wandering thoughts - no matter how alluring the sight itself actually was.

"Now you get out? Really?" she scoffed, glaring at Peter as she jut out a hip.

"I mean... yeah," Peter replied, raising his eyebrows slowly, "I uh, I like to take my time? And you obviously could've left earlier -"

"Okay okay, this isn't about me, it's about you."

Obviously ignoring her statement, Peter shrugged and walked over towards his side of the room.

"Why are you still waiting then?" he asked nonchalantly, throwing a shirt over his defined chest as his muscles contracted with his arms. "Take a shower now, if you're that persistent. I- I guess."

Y/N could tell that the boy stammered because of his underlying fear. Not of anything else in the room, but because of what she was capable of.

She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, now I don't have any time left, thanks to your need to... relax," she glared, putting finger quotes around 'relax.' "You're really an ass sometimes, Parker."

"I'm really not. You're just overdramatic -"

She raised her eyebrows and sliced her hand through the air underneath her throat, indicating that she wanted him to stop talking.

He closed his mouth and glanced at her tiredly.

Though sometimes a lot, Peter was used to his best friend's antics.

She turned away from the boy and grabbed her keys from off the kitchen counter.

"I'll see you in a few hours," she muttered, slinging her bag around her shoulder as she wrapped a hand around the doorknob. "Don't do anything dumb."

"I'll leave that bit to you."

Y/N let out a harsh laugh.

"Funny."

She threw the door open and slammed it on her way out, leaving a muttered string of curse words in her wake.

— Parties.

Since the both of you are broke young adults, hosting parties in a small apartment isn't exactly your forte.

There's a stigma around university kids partying all the time, and though you don't usually party a lot, you go all out when you do. You and Pete have similar friend groups, having been roommates for about two years; and your friends have become Peter's friends and likewise with his. So, you two usually end up attending parties together.

-

"I feel dead," Peter says, slowly drawing out his words as he stares forwards in an obvious haze.  completely encapsulated by the vibrant strobe lights illuminating the wall. His arm brings a drink up to his mouth, taking a long sip, and then he looks down at you.

"I think I might pass out, Y/N. That's not good. I—" he hiccups, eyes widening as he stumbles against your shoulders, "have a t-tummy bug too, and now my stummy hurts a lot."

The messy haired boy leans up against your side, shaking slightly as he takes in shallow breaths— clearly having trouble inhaling and exhaling. You frown a little, remembering specifically that you told Peter to do whatever he wants except to smoke cigarettes, because that fucks people up bad... but there are worse drugs at this particular party. Like that tab earlier.

"Awe, Pete..." Smiling pitifully, you lift your hand and gently run your fingers through his damp brown hair. He leans into your touch.

You've had a rough night too, which had involved taking some lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD, but you find saying the chemicals sounds cooler) and the juana. So you're feeling particularly empathetic at the moment. Attempting to subtly look up at him, you notice his hair is a little damp and his forehead is covered in droplets of sweat. His cheekbones are somehow more prominent in the lighting.

You smile.

"I feel like a bee, so I think you're okay," you say, your body buzzing. You smile lazily up at Peter as he wraps an arm around your waist. The feeling was nice.

Peter's lips turn down into a frown. "Really?"

He rubs a circle with his thumbs on your bare waist.

"Mhm," you hum, trying to contain a smile. You bite your lip.

The confidence of alcohol and weed is insane. Sober, you would never get this touchy with Peter, and likewise with him, but, you're under the influence.

You weave your fingers through Peter's damp hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, smiling softly. Loud music and the haziness of the party make you drowsy, causing you to yawn quietly and lean forward into his chest.

"M' tired, Pete," you mumble, running your hands up and down his chest as you close your eyes. Feeling his hands running up and down against your back, and the warmth seeping through your sheer fabric top; you can't help but let out a content sigh.

You smile sleepily.

"Hey, hey, don't fall asleep on me now," Peter says softly, his quiet voice against your ear giving you a slight shiver. He lightly nudges you off him.

You frown in response, eyes still closed against his chest. "W-what?" You wrap your arms around his waist in need for more warmth. "Where are we going?"

"Home," Peter says gently, softly rubbing your back. He takes your arm and wraps it around his neck. "Here, just hold onto me," he whispers, smiling at your sleepy hum in response.

Guiding you through the crowd of intoxicated adults, the last thing you feel before you're out is the inexplicable feeling of warmth.

— Movie Nights.

Studying and revising took weeks. So as a calm-down method, you and your roommate proposed an all-out movie night that occurs every two months.

-

Popcorn popped in the shitty microwave, semi-melted ice cream tubs were displayed on the coffee table, and dollar store chips were poured into large bowls. It was your favourite night of the month.

Movie night.

You tossed some woven blankets onto the couch and propped pillows up on the ends. Looking proudly down at your work, you grabbed a bowl of chips and shoved a handful of Miss Vickie's into your mouth.

"Do you have a movie picked?" you asked Peter, trying your best not to spew chip crumbs all over the couch. Climbing to the side, amusedly watching him pick a movie, you poked the back of his head.

"What?" he bit his lip as he absentmindedly rifled through the old DVD collection.

You smiled, gulping down your chips. "Did you pick out a movie yet?"

Peter glanced at you, plucking a movie out of its box and handing it to you. The cover was familiar.

"Yeah," he said, sitting back against the couch. He smirked. "Anna Karenina."

You stared at him incredulously.

He shrugged.

"Peter, I think we both know the only reason you want to watch this is because you're horny," you accused, raising an eyebrow.

The past few weeks have been... interesting, to say the least, and you figured out something new. Your apartment has very thin walls.

"So what if I am horny?" Peter quipped cheekily, sitting up straighter. He grabbed a handful of chips.

"Just don't drag me into it. Please."

Peter stood up and sat down on the couch. He grabbed the chip bowl, and looking into it, he frowned.

"I guess you already got into the Miss Vickie's, then," he deadpanned, settling into the couch as the movie began.

"Like you would save any for me anyways," you scoffed, narrowing your eyes and reaching for a chocolate. "Also, you're a shit, Pete. Stop ignoring my pleads regarding your horniness,"

He grinned.

Sitting down beside him, you smugly snatched the bowl of chips from his lap and put it on yours.

"Hey!" Peter exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows and reaching his arms out across your body to grab it. "It was mine first!"

You let out a laugh, laying your head on his shoulder. "Not really."

You chuckled, grabbing a large handful of chips (much to Peter's content). His childish reaction made you burst out loud in laughter. Smirking, you hit his side. "You touched my boob."

Peter went silent. You could tell he was trying to come up with a witty remark, but you could also tell he was blushing. He usually doesn't blush much, so you knew you hit a certain spot.

"I d-did not!"

Burying your face deeper into his neck, you smiled. His reactions are always, always, priceless.

"You're funny, Parker. The only time I've heard you stutter is when it's related to shit like this, you know."

Peter's mouth opened, though nothing came out. He hesitated. "Y-yeah maybe, but I'm- uh, also not a virgin, Y/N," he squeaked out uncomfortably.

And honestly, on the inside you were stunned. You did expect Peter to have done some things,  ur you weren't expecting him to say it so casually. Well, more awkwardly. But he still admitted it.

Staring at him incredulously, you barked out laugh. "I did not want to know that, nor was I expecting that. But thanks for sharing, I guess," you teased, pulling the blanket over the both of your legs.

Peter hesitantly leaned towards you, face turning a vivid red. You laughed. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer, you felt his heart beating faster than it was before. "Get over here, not-a-virgin," he blushed again, "I'm freaking cold."

You felt him uncertainly wrap an arm around your waist. Pulling him closer into you, it just felt... natural? Yeah, natural.

And soon enough, you both completely melted into each other. Peter had an arm over your shoulder. A few minutes later you adjusted your position and laid your head on his lap as he gently weaved his fingers through your hair.

It was a nice feeling.

***

EW

[tfw-no-tennis]

[drumming] BEAST WARRRS

wow, me and ruth watching MORE transformers stuff?? its more likely than you think

sooo yeah we started watching beast wars. which seems like the logical next step after reading the comics and watching tfa, tfp, (some of) g1, cyberverse, even the live action movies back in the day...

however ruth and I have always ruthlessly bullied beast wars bc of how outdated the cgi looks, stating that no matter how good everyone says it is, we can never watch it bc its so ugly 

we watched a couple clips, even, including the fight scene from ep2 which is SO funny I'm sorry and we were like��‘yea we cant watch this lol’ BUT LO AND BEHOLD...HERE WE ARE....

so yah this was probably inevitable but yea, ill probably write a few of these post just giving my scattered thoughts

so! so far we’ve watched like 8 eps and I gotta say....I like it a lot so far

as ruth says, ‘it feels like an actual show’ (as opposed to g1 which imo feels more like an extended-toy-commercial-slash-acid-trip)

like, even in the first couple eps, its clear there's actual plot and characters

the bad cgi is admittedly distracting at time, similar to the animation errors in g1 

in terms of the plot, I find it to be really interesting - I like the explanations for the beast forms w/the energon making their robot forms short out

the premise is like, so wild to me, in a meta sense - like, this was basically the followup to g1 (ignoring g2, and all the japanese stuff like headmasters and victory), and its SO wildly different than g1 - premise-wise, beast wars feels like something you'd get 20 years down the line in the franchise when they're trying to go at the source material from a new, fresh angle

instead its the follow-up to g1, bc I guess being able to sell toys that transform into animals rather than cars is a good market 

oh man is this show 90s. like, it came out in ‘96, so obviously its gonna be 90s, but sometimes it just slaps you in the face w/it 

like...the music. lmao like the guitar riffs that play sometimes are so hilariously 90s that I feel myself regressing into an infant (the state I was in irl during the 90s)

plus the dialogue...like half of what cheetor says is just. so very 90s. like Cool Epic Teenz 90s sometimes, which is hilarious and out of date now 

speaking of cheetor I love my boy. I already love him from cyberverse but this is og cheetor and I love him here too. he;s just a great kid appeal yellow character and I luv him. he has freckles that's soooo cuteee my boiiii

as for the characters in general...I like how they all have pretty solid characterizations but also undergo character development. and I like how we don't get all too much exposition about them/their backstories so we get to learn things as we go along 

optimus primal is cool, and interesting when compared to other optimuses (optimii?)...he seems like a Leader™, but he’s kinda frustrated/done with this shit, especially compared to like, g1 op, who was very patient, and tfa op, who felt very young. this op feels very experienced but also doesn't always wanna be here

who else is there...rhinox! he is great, he seems like the only one w/a brain cell. he seems v levelheaded and cool, I like him a lot. he hasn't gotten much spotlight but I'm interested to see what he’ll do. I like his voice

rattrap omg...ruth hates him bc he’s annoying which, fair, but I like him bc he’s hilarious. he’s a rat from new jersey, and joisey rats are just Like That okay

dinobot...omg...I love him. he’s just dramatic and gay. and also a dinosaur. I think its cool that he has a SWORD bc everyone else has guns (kinda boring), and also he has laser eyes. he is cool and interesting and also he and optimus are dating tyvm 

as for the predacons...beast wars megatron oh my goddd....I love him so much he’s SO entertaining lmao...yesssssss....he’s so Shakespearian? idek how else to describe it. he’s very eloquent and he really feels like a high-class play actor who could also rip your face off if he wanted to. he says ‘yessssss’ SO much its so funny. he’s very like, over the top and kinda hammy, but in a completely different way than g1 megs, who could be described similarly but is a very different vibe 

bw megatron is basically the polar opposite of tfp megatron

as for the rest of the predacons, we haven't gotten as much character stuff for them but I'm interested in them for sure

tarantulas.....I wanna see more of him, he’s just so entertaining to me idk. gay little spider man

scorponok omfg he’s such a loser in this hvbajkdsfbwkhdsf I cant get over how completely lame and unthreatening he is lmaoooo he’s such a lil bitch. I could cough on him and he’d explode probably. hilarious

terrorsaur is like the starscream of this show from what I can tell so far since he’s already tried to take over the predacons twice. ruth and I hate the weird bird dinosaur noises he makes. actually we hate when any of the characters make animal noises honestly hbvkjdnsfaksl

waspinator sure is here. he hasn't done much but he’s definitely present! and makes some weird terrible bug noises

blackarachnia just got here and then immediately left, which is hilarious. she saw everyone fighting and was like ‘actually fuck this’ and bounced, which is super valid 

ok I gotta talk abt the animation again vhbahkjsdfhbkjsf its...really painful...I mean it looks great for being 1996, but since its cgi it does NOT hold up at all (compared to 2d animation, which tends to hold up better - tho low-budget stuff like g1 doesn't hold up great, but it looks bad in a much different way than bad old cgi does)

like, I mentioned it above but that fight scene in ep2...there are just so many moments that weren't supposed to be funny but were hilarious due to the animation. like when the two sides run at each other and clash, when they hit each other half of them just fly offscreen like plastic toys vbahsudfbajskdf its SO visually hilarious I rewound it to watch it again lmao 

also anytime they do closeups I cringe so hard, especially on optimus, he just looks so plastic...in general the beast modes looks pretty janky, like cheetors limbs (mostly around the shoulders/hips) look weird af...I feel like rattraps beast mode looks the least wack. beast mode tarantulas also looks weird as hell but I think that's partially bc his colors are so garish lmao

I'm soooo excited to see the stuff that connects beast wars to g1, I know a few things about how its connected thanks to my reading of the g1 tfwiki pages, and I cant wait to see it all unfold

I'm really not spoiled for much, surprisingly...I might know a couple character deaths, and a few other things, but for the most part I have no clue what's going to happen which is really cool actually. I'm excited to see things!!!

[rynhaswritersblock]

tiktok famous (hc) - part two | p.p.

summary: a whole bunch of dif tiktoks featuring you and bae peter

warnings: chaotic energy, cussing, and BUTTERFLIES

+ + +

- i'm backkkkkkkkk

- so y'all really enjoyed the last tiktok imagine

- and you wanted another

- SO HERE WE GO BABYYYYYYYYY!!

- so basically....

- (just enjoy it)

- i got a lot of tiktok related comments and requests and i hope i remember them all

- (big boobs? whew chile) ANYWAYS SO:

- like pretty much none of them link together so this hc is going to be split into sections of like... blurbs!!

- yayayayayaya

- this one is inspired by @drecming

- so i think most of us know this very special sound..

- ...

- CAN'T TAKE BIG DICK BUT I SUCK ON IT

- y eah

- so as per usual

- you and peter b chillin

- they really do b vibin doe

- OH BY THE WAY

- y'all are dating in this situation :)))))))))

- and as you're binge watching your favorite show you can't stop doing the hand motions to that friggin dance

- aka the epidemic of generation z

- i keep doing the sugar by brockhampton dance i literally can't stop it's fine

- and thank god peter somehow doesn't notice

- like your movements are so subtle but you deadass keep doing it like once per minute

- and so you get up

- like "fuck this, man. if it's stuck in my head i'm at least gonna make a tiktok"

- and so you set it up

- peter's still on the couch in the background

- this boy STILL doesn't really notice what you're doing

- to be fair hsmtmts is a very enticing show ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- but as soon as the audio plays peter recognizes it

- his head WHIPS over to you

can't take big dick but i suck on it

- he raises an eyebrow at you

i ain't fucking with the pussy, got a bump on it

- *eyebrow raise intensifies*

bad bitch put the pussy on me (on me)

- he sits up, watching as your hips roll (oh man)

whip out my dick then i hump on it

- he slightly cringes at the lyrics me too peter

i'm a bad ass bitch, what you lookin at?

- your butt

ima throw that-

- "oH NO YOU DON'T!" he yells, slight smile on his face as he swiftly shoots a web at you, the string wrapping around your waist and spinning you to him

- the song continues to play as you snort, wheezing as he balances you

- the video finishes and you raise your eyebrows at him

- "no throwing it back on camera," he says pointedly

- you tilt your head in a way that screams peter i love you but you and i both know that i can do what i wanna do and over-protectiveness can be toxic

- he sighs

- "okay, you can, but i'd like it better if it were just for me"

...

- HAHAHAHA

- okay NEXT ONE

- this next one is inspired by @ritxal

- in this one you can choose your relationship

- so peter is a natural born softboy

- he didn't choose the softboy life, the softboy life chose him

- but here's the thing

- it was friday night

- you were bored

- and you decided

- it was time for a change

- and so you approached the man

- who happened to be upside down

- because when is he not

- and, ignoring his protests, gave him an e-boy makeover

- poor peter was decked the fuck out

- striped long sleeve

- band tee

- black ripped jeans wITH THE CHAIN

- nike socks and af1s

- beanie

- and most importantly

- black nails and a little black heart under his left eye

- just picture it p lease

- and it his transformation was posted on your account to forever embarrass him

- and you lowkey found this look a lil wee bit ATTRACTIVE

- whatever

- okey this one's for you @lilmissquackson !!!!!!!

- y'all ever seen the without me (halsey) ones??

- ye

- even if you haven't you'll still get it lol

- so you're in class

- learning about sokovia because history and shit

- and, bored as hecc, you decide to whip out your phone and copy this video you'd seen

- you begin filming and place your right hand on top of peter's left (yay classmates!! sitting next to each other WHOOP!)

- his gaze is hard on his paper as he continues to scribble down notes

- you turn the camera to him for a bit and you're like yes perfect

- and then you return the camera and pull your hand away

- and he REACHES OVER AND TAKES YOUR HAND BACK

- AND YOU'RE LIKE  Y E S

- IT WORKED OUT

- PLUS HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW AND HE'S SO CUTE

- you put the phone down, smiling, adjusting your hand a little before you realize you can't take notes anymore because your hand is occupied and using your left hand just aint it period (a/n: im so sorry if any of y'all are left handed lol but pretend y'all are in opposite positions so he has your left hand haha)

- and it's then that he looks at you

- and if his eyes don't make you MELT

- okay i'm sorry that last one was mediocre but you get the point

- alright so like in this process of writing this i've been struggling a bit with details and stuff and making it sound good and funny so they're gonna be short and sweet bc i literally don't know What To Do :)))))))))))))))))

- back to your regularly scheduled programming hell yeah

- this one's for you, @drecming

- back at it again with the ideas!!!! fuck yes!!!

- okay SO

- you seen those "i'm on my savage shit" ones?

- where the guys hand is on the girl's thigh (OR IF YOU'RE A DUDE READING THIS JUST STILL IMAGINE YOUR OWN LEG I TRY TO KEEP THIS GENDER NEUTRAL BUT I FORGET AND PLUS RN IM JUST EXPLAINING THE TIKTOK KJSDBVIBUV) and then she pulls her leg away and the music is like

iM oN mY sAvAgE sHiT

- anyways

- peter's hand is just vibing on your leg

- for you dirty minded folks no it's not vibrating or doing all that janky shit we're children of god here

- says the one who just said the s word OOPS

- and you, as per usual, pull up the sound and start recording

- peter hears the music and is like Huh????

- and then you pull your leg away, grinning at him cheekily before he grabs you, phone flying out of your hand and he pulls you into his lap

"my thigh"

- you give him a look like excuse me sir hUh

- and his face is just like

0_0

- before he smiles at you and laughs and says he's kidding

- but then he stops laughing

...

- and raises an eyebrow

- WOAHHHHHHHH SPICY

- zooooweeeeemamaaaaaaa

- aight moving on

- THE NEXT ONES ARE INSPIRED BY YOURS TRULY!! YAY ME FOR HAVING IDEAS FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!!!!

- so i'm sure you and like everyone @ your school (if you're in school.. lol) is familiar with this one

- i'm just gonna let y'all experience it idk why i've been telling the tiktok before idek sajbsidvb

- so you're in class right

- doing nothing bc your teacher sucks :////

- but its fine bc it's a fun class

- so you set up your phone with you and peter in the screen and start recording

- peter looks at the phone and then you, confused

"hey, stop!" you say in a whiny voice

- mans is like Uhhhhh what did i Do

"stop! omg peter sTop!" you're smiling at him

- he's so confused

- and then as you're talking

- your voice suddenly lowers into your lower register

"stop!! peter stop it- I SAID STOP."

- his eyes widen and a confused smile is on his face as he jumps back slightly

"YOU KEEP PLAYING *smacks your hand on the table* TOO DAMN MUCH."

- the video stops and you and peter are just silent for a second before busting out laughing

"you've never seen those?"

"no????"

"god peter, you live under a rock"

- the duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand: hey! bonk bonk bonk got any grapes?

- sorry i randomly thought of that

- okay NEXT

- this is the one that hits different

- gets you in your FEELS

- DAMN

- we all know peter's a gamerboy

- so he's just chilling playing minecraft on the xbox or something

- what a fuckin nerd

- jk minecraft slaps so hard

- anyways

- as per usual, you set up the camera and start filming

- and you

- i think you know what i'm talkin about

- you slip underneath his arms

- and start crawling into his lap

- and the SECOND he registers what's going on he fucking YEETS the controller behind him and wraps his arms around you

- and when i say yeets

- i mean like

- ZOOM

- you bury your arm in the crook of his neck and you feel him physically relax under you (heartbeat racing though of course) and hold you tighter, planting gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder

- ..

- god FUCK talk about B U T T E R F L I E S

- y'all are going to HATE ME for this one

- prepare yourselves

- so you guys are just chilling in peters room as y'all normally do

- and peter goes to the bathroom

- and like stupid adorable fuck he is

- mans left his phone on silly goose

- and of course

- we all know you can't help yourself

- so like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING

- you decide to snatch it and go look at his tiktok drafts, god knows why

- and the first one you tap

- WHEW CHILE

- your jaw drops to the floor as soon as you read the text on the video

"so apparently when a guy's chain dangles it's attractive..?"

- heart skips a beat

- hands are sweaty

- knees spaghetti

- you look up to make sure the bathroom door is still shut before you whip out your phone and start videoing

- peter is looking nervously cute into the camera before he leans out of shot,

- you know what's next

- and right as the beat drops

- he shows up, SHIRTLESS, with his cross necklace (you've only seen him wear once lmao) dangling down

- not to mention the goddamn CURLS hanging down

- and your heartbeat quickens

- ... both heartbeats...

- then fucking PETER JUST STROLLS INTO THE ROOM

- ALL INNOCENT N SHIT AS IF HE DIDN'T HAVE A VIDEO ON HIS PHONE THAT LITERALLY MADE YOU READY TO RISK IT ALL

- "why do you have my phone?"

- you've never slammed it onto the bed so fast

- "no reason"

- he raises a suspicious eyebrow before picking up his phone and unlocking it

- and the fear in his eyes when the screen opens to his video

- he looks back up at you, mouth slightly open in fear/awe/ohshitohgodohFUCK

- and you and your goddamn mouth-

- "peter, it's hot"

- and oh how the look in his eyes changed

😈

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until next time <3

[tintinwrites]

the stars were made for falling | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part Seven

A/N: This chapter has no Poe and the end is so dumb lmao but I love it because Finn is always a miracle!! I apologize for the wait as well I wasn’t sure if you guys would truly enjoy a chapter with no Poe idek

Rating: M for subject matter?

Warning: Naughty words. Reader is a broken lil baby doll but you know you’re still tough

Word count: 3,019, apparently!!

Summary: You endure dinner with Hux and you find Finn.

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Tags: @marvelous-revengers @fandomnerdxox please let me know if you wanted to be tagged and I forgot you, it’s been a while

You were given free rein of the First Order base and a bedroom you could come and go to as you pleased.

It was a very simple room; a bed, an end table with a light, a small dresser, and a personal refresher. It was perfect for an army, similar to the bedroom you used to have with the Resistance, except everything was black and, at its most colorful, very dark grey.

You wished you could say that you had your first night of good rest in a long time now that you weren't in an uncomfortable cell, but you woke frequently, sweating from nightmares of unblinking eyes and weeping pilots.

The bed may have been slightly comfortable, but you were not. When you woke up after yet another nightmare and saw sunlight starting to shine through the little window in your room, you decided to give up. You were moderately rested and that was enough. There were more important things than getting a full eight hours of sleep.

Like finding Finn so you could continue with your plan.

You had to see this plan through and make all this pain worth it.

You could sleep, and rest, and cry, and punish yourself later, when you were safe.

But all you had done needed to be worth it. It needed to be for good. So you shoved everything you felt down and did your best to ignore it. You had to find Finn.

You hadn't expected it to be so hard.

Not just because you were doing your best to ignore most emotions you were feeling, but also because it hadn't occurred to you that there were hundreds of stormtroopers there.

Hundreds of stormtroopers with perfectly identical uniforms.

The only differences you could tell between any of them was their height.

Why hadn't you paid more attention to Finn's height?

Maybe if you had paid a constant, freakish amount of attention to how tall he was, you would be able to at least narrow it down.

You were rounding the corner into a new corridor in search of any stormtrooper that seemed remotely like Finn, gasping in surprise and perhaps a little fear when you almost walked into some officer.

"Ah. Just who I was looking for."

Your mind went into an immediate panic, body tensing in preparation to kick this guy's ass if he tried anything. What if he'd been watching you and somehow deduced that you were searching for your friend?

"General Hux has requested your presence at dinner tonight."

You relaxed, but mostly because you were confused. Hux wanted to have dinner with you?

He really was interested in being a team and that terrified you.

You had to do it for the plan.

Your stupid, stupid plan that had better work.

"Dinner." You were trying so hard to act nonchalant that you looked like an idiot. "When?"

The officer looked at you for a moment, then turned on his heel and walked away. You stared just as he had before half-running after him under the assumption that you were supposed to follow him.

Could these people be normal in any capacity?

He lead you to a door you'd never seen, fairly grandiose compared to the standard doors for most rooms on the base.

He looked at you.

You looked at him.

He rolled his eyes and gestured to the door. "Did the Resistance not teach you how such things work? It's a door. You simply open it and walk in. Shall I show you?"

You made a reminder in the back of your mind to punch this guy when you got out.

"I wasn't sure if I was supposed to go in yet. You didn't say anything." Yeah, you'd punch that judgmental stare right off his face. "Shouldn't I be wearing something...nicer?"

Because this felt like a date and a First Order uniform was odd for a date, and— why the hell were you entertaining the idea of dressing nice for General Armitage Hux? You'd prefer to be dressed as a bantha while alone with him.

You wanted to get away from this officer before he could judge you more — what kind of monsters weren't even kind to one of their own? — so you stepped forward to allow the doors to open, almost relieved when they hissed shut behind you.

The room was bland and yet luxurious like everything else. There was an impossibly long, black table in the center of the room, surrounded by at least a dozen chairs with high backs that were, of course, also black.

You vowed then and there to never own anything black again, should you make it out.

The color just reminded you of the same thing as your subconscious; unblinking eyes and weeping pilots.

And the woman who caused them both.

You started counting the chairs to keep yourself from giving into the sinking feeling that thought gave you, making it to eight before your gaze landed on the man seated at the far end of the table.

General Hux, impeccable as always with a smirk that must have been the biggest smile he could manage.

"I'm pleased to see you joined me."

Wait, had you had a choice?

Before you could foolishly walk right out of the room, he stood and walked over to you, kissing the back of your hand.

He might have been charming if he hadn't been so repulsive instead.

You moved to the chair at the other end of the table where what you assumed to be your dinner waited, sitting down. "May I ask why you wanted me here?" You did, in fact, ask.

"I thought you may enjoy a hot meal." He returned to his chair, raising his voice to be heard given the surprising distance.

Could that really be it? General fucking Hux of the First Order liked you enough now to give you something more than bread and water? Or maybe he knew your plan and this was the calm before he had you brutally murdered. That seemed more likely.

But the food smelled amazing and you couldn't remember the last time you had a good meal like the one in front of you. Even before you were taken by the First Order, you hadn't had real, substantial food since before the war came to a head.

You eyed the array of utensils on the table, picking up a fork and piercing some sort of root vegetable, tentatively bringing it to your lips.

Oh, it was so warm and you could have cried when the flavor touched your tongue. You'd almost forgotten how amazing real food tasted between quick ration meals with the Resistance and plain mush or bread with the First Order. You let out a fairly immodest moan before you realized that Hux was watching you intently. His smirk almost seemed like a smile now.

You swallowed the bite you took. "Thank you. For this." Even if he was going to kill you as soon as you were done eating.

Seemingly satisfied, he picked up his own fork and started eating with you.

The room was silent and you tried your best to keep your thoughts away from certain subjects that would having you breaking down at dinner with a man who you'd convinced you were on his side. You looked at the drink with your meal questioningly, which prompted the general across from you to let you know it was 'emerald wine'. Drinking it helped to distract you. You focused on how delicious the meal was, how normal Hux looked while he was eating, how terrible the interior decorating was, and how this seemed like a room Kylo Ren would stomp his foot about you being in.

Which made you realize that there was a certain someone you hadn't even seen a glimpse of during your time here.

"Hey, where's Kylo Ren in all of this?"

The sound of a fork scraping harshly against a plate rang through the room and you cringed at the horrible noise, looking ahead to see anger flit over Hux's face.

"Our...Supreme Leader...has more important matters to attend to." He spoke carefully as if he might explode at any moment.

It occurred to you that this was a glimpse of his humanity; anger that wasn't self-righteous and perhaps not unfounded. Maybe pulling out the humanity of a man who seemed so inhuman would make your plan a little easier.

"You hate him." You refused to look away as his eyes sharply met yours. "Don't you?"

"He is our Supreme Leader." He spoke in such a clipped tone that his barely hidden feelings were obvious.

You decided to take a chance. You gathered your plate and cup, moving to sit much closer to him, though there was still a chair and a corner of the table between you two. "Who do you think I'm going to tell if you're honest with me?"

He looked like he was considering it, but stayed silent so long that you assumed you were going to return to the somehow loud silence.

"—he's an insolent brat with no leadership skills beyond forcing people to do things that satisfy his obsessive need for vengeance. He has no place as the Supreme Leader."

You stared at him in slight surprise for a moment. "He is a bit of a brat, isn't he?"

"His constant tantrums are an embarrassment to the First Order and our ultimate goal." Hux's words were absolutely laced with hatred.

"Oh, I've witnessed them." You scoffed. "He acts like a youngling."

The general was smiling and then you realized that you were smiling and, fuck, had you just bonded with this man over a shared hatred of Kylo Ren?

You could not bond with the man who tortured you and your friends just because you saw the human within him.

A strange sort of empathy lingered in you nonetheless. Something made him the way he was today, and you had heard plenty of rumors regarding his mother and his monstrous father.

Feeling empathy for him did not make you like him, though.

You both fell silent again, eating and drinking together.

You intended to do what you had assumed of him; let this be the calm before you turned on him.

To do so, you would have to pretend to bond with him, at least.

However, having a conversation with someone like this did not come easily to you.

"So...do you have a favorite color?"

General Hux's favorite color was black, and you learned a lot more about him. Useless facts of favorite things and good memories.

You were actually enjoying yourself until one of his good memories happened to be blowing up a planet full of innocent people. That one kind of put a damper on things and made you remember that this was the man who put you through hell.

A normal conversation may have been a pleasant break from everything, but it didn't change that fact.

You didn't realize you had actually been talking for hours until he mentioned it was late and bid you goodnight, and walked you to the door like he was a gentleman or something.

Without your attention elsewhere, you realized that your very few hours of sleep were catching up to you now that it was night. Your eyes were heavy and you were practically shuffling towards your new room, where you would likely hardly sleep due to more nightmares.

You were just wondering if you were lost after turning down a fourth corridor that didn't hold your bedroom when the sound of perfectly methodical footsteps made you pause. Only stormtroopers marched in such an inimitable way, and you were fairly certain they had a forced early curfew as another means to control them.

The footsteps changed abruptly, suddenly uneven and...sad.

Could footsteps be sad?

Were you really standing there wondering about someone's footsteps when you could have been looking for your room?

A stormtrooper came into view, their head — helmet? — lowered until they came close enough to see your boots, which had them quickly straightening up.

They didn't say anything. Just stared.

Last time a trooper stared at you, it had been—

"Finn?" It couldn't be. After all your searching the entire day, and you were going to run into him alone? But whoever it was tensed and stepped back. That told you more than enough, but you needed further proof. "Take off your helmet."

They hesitated.

You were fairly certain you were already above them, despite having just joined the First Order.

"That is an order."

Reluctant hands came up and unlatched the helmet, taking it off to reveal exactly who you expected.

You forced yourself not to hug him this time.

"Fi— FN-2187." You'd already said his name once. "Could you help me find my room?"

"Yes," he said, even though confusion very briefly flashed in his gaze. Confusion was good, better than the emptiness you'd seen before, showing that your friend was in there and you could get him out if you tried hard enough.

Damn it, you were going to get him out.

He lead you down one more corridor before stopping at the door that held your room, and you might have felt stupid if you weren't focused on other things.

"Thank you." You stepped into the room and he turned to go, only for you to grab onto his arm and yank him in with you, letting the door shut.

"What—"

"Shh! Don't talk, don't attack." You shoved him against the wall, pinning him there. "Finn, I need you to come back to me."

"Ma'am—"

You scowled at the formal, superior title. "No! Y/N. My name is Y/N, you know that and you call me that." He tried to look away and you grabbed his face to make him look at you. "I don't know what they did to you, I don't know what they took from you, but you have to come back. You beat them before, I know you can do it again."

He started to move away. "I should really go—" He gave a grunt as you pushed him back against the wall, his eyes a little wide.

"You have to break out of this, Finn. I can't...I can't do this on my own." Your gaze searched his for a true hint of change. "I can tell they hurt you to make you this way. Do you have any idea what's been going on with everyone else? They put me in solitary and only took me out to hurt Poe, or watch him be hurt, or even be hurt by him. I finally had to convince them that I'm switching to their side, and I just realized that this is gonna be terrible if you rat me out to them, but I can't stop now. Rose is a slave on some planet where they're gathering resources for First Order buildings."

His face seemed slightly less neutral and slightly more upset, which had to be a good thing, right?

"Poe is a dog, Finn. A dog. They torture and humiliate him constantly, and I can tell he's not going to last much longer. You've seen him. You've hurt him. The rest of the Resistance...I don't know what's happened to them, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time before they end up here, too. Rey misses you so much. Do you want her in the hands of Kylo Ren?" You had no doubt the Supreme Leader would happily come around for her.

"I'm supposed to be in bed."

You dropped your head, wondering if you should give up.

But you couldn't because you were going to get Finn and Poe out of here, and you couldn't imagine it would be easy to drag a brainwashed stormtrooper onto a ship back to the Resistance.

How could you snap him out of this? You already tried words and while that seemed to make a slight crack, it didn't change him fully. You didn't want to hit him. Maybe if you shocked him enough, it would bring him out; even a well-trained stormtrooper couldn't be perfect in all situations, right?

The first thing that came to mind was a terrible idea. Your terrible ideas seemed to be going pretty well, though.

Now, you were aware that Finn was handsome and sweet, but the two of you had never been attracted to each other. By the time you met, you had secret eyes for a certain pilot and he had eyes for someone else.

Which was exactly why you knew that this just might be shocking enough to pull him out of his current state.

You grabbed onto Finn's face and slammed your lips against his.

There was this brief pause that felt hours longer than it actually was where he just stayed still and you thought it might not work, but he soon flailed and yanked himself away from you.

He stared at you with wild eyes.

Beautiful, wild eyes that weren't the least bit empty.

"What the hell was that?!" His confused, slightly frightened look only intensified as he looked around. "Where are we?" He asked like he didn't remember.

"The First Order base."

The horror that came to his face seemed to tell you that he hadn't remembered and everything was rushing back to him. "What did I do—"

You grabbed onto his shoulders before he could spiral into terrifying realization, knowing you needed to keep him calm now that he was back. "We've all done some pretty regrettable things, Finn, but we can't focus on that right now. We've got a pilot who's given up and a technician forced into slavery, and we have to get out of here. I need your help. We can cry together later, okay?"

He gave a slightly distracted nod, his mind still obviously racing with the thoughts of what had happened to him and what he had done.

As you filled him in on your barely plausible plan, you knew this was the miracle you were so desperate for.

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8, 18, 28, and 38 ⭐️⛰🚀

HIIIII! TY FOR ASKING QUESTIONS BOO. ILY 💕8: Q- Talk about what you’re proud of.A- (this about to be cheesy as hell lmao) One of be things I am most proud of is who I’ve become as a performer. I have grown in ways that not only impacted me, but it has impacted my future. Whether it’s my ballet classes, or my involvement in theatre and acting, I push myself to succeed and it’s always the end result.18: Q-Talk about something that happened in elementary school.A- this story might hurt your lady parts, but one time I was playing on the monkey bars and I fell really hard with both legs on either sides of the bar hitting my crotch really fucking hard. I still cringe thinking about it.28: Q- Talk about your fetishes.A- tbh, i don’t really know bc Im a virgin. But ig one of my fetishes is boys with dicks. Idek 😂38: Q- Name a song that remind you of certain people.A- WE DONT TALK ANYMORE: Charlie Puth & Selena Gomez (for my ex that’s wack as hell. lmao I hope he failed his finals. FUCKHIM.)I LOVE YOY: Faith Evans (for my mom bc she sang this to me as my lullaby)

[cinnaminsvga]

not even interested in bts im mainly here to know wtf his un*********** p**** is

i. have no words

Anonymous said: I CANT HELP BUT THINK ITS [REDACTED] [REDACTED] EVEN THO I KNOW ITS WRONG AGSJSJNDBS

morgan freeman voice: little did the anon know that she was, indeed, very correct. and zee felt her soul sink lower into the depths of hell

Anonymous said: LMAO WTF I DIDNT TTHINK THAT MY DUMB UNILATERAL PENIS ASK WILL HAVE ALL THESE REACTIONS AND IDEK IF PPL ARE CRINGING OR LAUGHING AND I JUST FUCKING WANT TO KNOW WHTA IS THE ORIGINAL THING IM DYING PLS TELL ME SIBSIABAIAHS

OH believe me, my activity is literally a mess of people telling me “GOD I HATE YOU” and “WHAT THE FUXUFCKFU” so i can tell you with 100% certainty that everyone is cringing at me and my crackheadedness

Anonymous said: For those who haven't figured out... feel better because my first guess was underwear pants

God i wish i was as innocent as you,,, give me your essence please

[helianthus21]

*Singsongs* Hunting we will go...

I did the liveblogging-in-one-post-thing again. *Shrug*. Look at my attempt to have a better title than “12x15″:P

Aww man that couple was cute:/

Okay I get the outrage about Dean germaphobe Winchester’s ooc-ness here. But then again he did spend over a year in purgatory and they didn’t exactly have showers there. Maybe he just wanted to gross out his little brother? (Seriously though, Jensen, that didn’t ring weird for your Dean at all?)

“Frodo”.. Really, Sam?:P What’s it with the hobbit nicknames. Is there something I don’t get? Don’t tell me there is, you have no idea how often I watched those movies

Caaaas:D it’s been too long:))

Aww he’s holding his badge upside down:) Sweet little hunter angel. I wish Dean were here to see this

You know, I’ve been told not to follow strange men into the bathroom t- oh they’re going... somewhere else (*whispers* what the hell is this)

He’s so uncomfortable, poor angel

Cas is an MIB. True.

YOU GO GIRL TEll ‘EM (I’m so proud of random motw girl)

she has the same hairstyle as Alicia

Lmao Crowley doesn’t have a soul. We established that when he wanted to bid it to that demigod or whoever that was..?

Stupid question, but haven’t the demons lost their respect of Crowley back in the S11 finale..? Did I forget something, or why is it suddenly ‘My Lord’ again?

A black and a white demon.. I wonder who’ll die first

Dean is a dork

“Oh you remember!” Another angel fanboy? Sweet

That girl has balls holy shit. She’s taking those news pretty well

Aww Dean’s little smile at the word ‘koalas’:)) This is the best thing of the episode yet

Wrong, Crowley, our favorite Fallen Angel is Castiel:P

I cringe every time Dean says “This gig couldn’t be any weirder”. Depressed. Teddybears, Dean. Depressed teddybears

Now I want human!Impala to be a guy even more:P “Beautiful, beautiful man“

Oh, I am here for your hands alright, Cas:P

Uhuh, now that they need him, they’ll take him back? #notimpressed

Ooh temptation

JOSHUA

Called it:P (about the demons who die)

Crowley parrotting Dean lmao:P Never knew I needed this

“Just to spare myself the Winchester manpain” THANKS CROWLEY

oh wow that was pretty damn gay. Where’s the no-homo moment when they need it

How to win Dean Winchester over? Oh, that’s right, save his husband from certain death

Ohh she wouldn’t have said yes to Marcus

Oh so she lied about loving Marcus to ‘make things easier’.. Might somebody be lying about having brotherly feelings for someone to make things easier..?:P Idek bear with me

YOU GO GIRL. Damn she’s cool. Also, haven’t they learned that the ‘Stay in the car’ thing NEVER works?:P

She’s hugging the King of Hell omg. (You think she can write that into her resumé?)

Yep that was almost as awkward as Dean thanking Ruby:P

“He seems nice” Aww Crowley’s got a new friend

THE VESSEL IS HIS PRISON goddamn this is good shit. After the vessel usually being prisoner of the possessing angel, this is a just retribution

Dean knows his husband. What else is new

Uhm.. “They get results”... did I misinterpret that 12x14 set the BMoL up as incompetent morons..? Guess I’ll have to watch again

Good on Sam for telling Dean tho

Dean’s really internalized the ‘accepting the other’s choice even if he doesn’t like it’ thing from S11.. Doesn’t mean he has no right to be angry...

“We work with people we don’t trust all the time”.. Well, he’s not wrong:P

And Dean still can’t resist the puppy dog eyes:P

Okay now about the Cas thing.. I already saw the outrage about “Cas is going back to Heaven? Why is this still a plot line?” But I gotta say.. I kinda.. like it? The Winchesters are is family, we established that. Cas knows it, Dean and Sam know it, the whole universe knows it. Cas made his choice, that much is clear, but what choice is it exactly if going back wasn’t even an option? Personally, I think the perfect endgame for Cas would be what Kelvin(?) described. There must still be some angels who root for him, there always are, and I want Cas to be genuinely loved back by at least some his Brothers. Because Heaven might have turned his back on Cas, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still love them, miss them. They’ll always be his family as well. Think of Hannah, Balthazar, Samandriel.. What I wish for Cas is to have this healthy familial love with the family of his past. The chance to come and go as he pleases, because no matter what, his home will always be at the Bunker. What I don’t like about this arc is that Cas kept this from the brothers. And that this perfect endgame I envision for him will probably not ever happen, knowing that show.. Probably, the Angels will stab him in the back and it will be even more awful for Cas, but here’s to hoping *crosses fingers*

Also, no Cas for the next three eps? Whaaat:((

[my-life-is-a-mess-so-is-my-room]

Tagged by @eibashi​ HELL YEAH

Instructions: answer these questions and tag 20 people

Nickname: my family used to call me m&m but thats not really a thing anymore

Gender: female

Star sign: Libra

Height: 5 ft 4 1/2in

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Last thing I Googled: Kris Wu Juice lyrics

Favorite bands: bts, exo, nct, twice, ioi, red velvet (didnt  include all of them coz thats wayyyyy to many)

Favorite solo artists: Dean, Aliee, Taeyeon, Kris Wu

Song(s) stuck in my head: TT TWICE, so many more too lmao

Last movie I watched: A Beautiful Mind

Last TV show: SNL

When did I create this blog: 7th grade yall.,.,.,..,,,. my prime weeb era

What kind of stuff do I post: memes

When did this blog reach its peak: i used it most often in 7th-8th grade but that definitely was not a peak lmao

Do I have any other blogs: ye, a kpop one

Why I chose this URL: because im an idiot who couldnt think of anything actually clever

Following: 567 lmao

Posts: hella

Hogwarts house: nope

Pokémon team: nope again lmao

Favorite colors: light blue, light magenta (pinkish purple), and basically all pastel colors

Average hours of sleep: not many..... but i frequently take naps so its lit

Lucky numbers: idek

Favorite characters: the gay ones

What I am wearing: size XL mens houston dynamo shirt, and cotton short-shorts

How many blankets do I sleep with: no sheets. comforter, my tardis blanket (cringe) and a fluffy red blanket

Dream job: somethin with money lmao

Dream trip: spain!!! basically the whole of europe lmao

tagging: @sugaboba @spectrolite-dreams @echgoing

[losing-sensibility-blog]

these are some asks bc im a big fucc

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? iTunes bc fuck all that noise but i use pandora to find new good shit is your room messy or clean? so bad so messy what color are your eyes? like brown but apparently less brown than some people have do you like your name? why? eh its alright i dont have a problem with it i just wish it had a cooler meaning what is your relationship status? TAKEN AS FUCK WATCH OUT LADIES MY GIRL ABOUTTA STOMP YOU IF YOU LOOK AT ME THE WRONG WAY describe your personality in 3 words or less; cringe, disconcerting, apathetic what color hair do you have? broWn what kind of car do you drive? color? i don’t where do you shop? hot topic, vans, zumies, tilly’s, rocket fizz how would you describe your style? like a wannabe skater/stoner favorite social media account; fucking........>>>>>> i hate them all so tumblr what size bed do you have?  mark (twi)a(n) any siblings? 4 half siblings, i know two, dont know two if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? colorado bc its been my favorite place since childhood  favorite snapchat filter? any of the ones that make my face cringier than normal favorite makeup brand(s) hAAAAaaaa how many times a week do you shower? so many favorite tv show? the office, rick and morty, probably family guy shoe size? 13 how tall are you? 6′2-3″ sandals or sneakers? i had a sandals phase but i dont really wear sneakers sOSO do you go to the gym? HAHAHHAHAHAHA describe your dream date: already had it, spent all day in the city, went record shopping, went to an aquarium and the ripleys museum, got high at pier 39, had mcdonalds for dinner, ended the day sitting in a park drinking a mikes hard lemonade, it was good shit  how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? literally 0 and some bart cards with 5 cents on them what color socks are you wearing? flesh color how many pillows do you sleep with? tres do you have a job? what do you do? i work at my mom’s job i just seal screws into bags  how many friends do you have? apparently 5 whats the worst thing you have ever done? high school whats your favorite candle scent? VANILLA PROBS 3 favorite boy names; eminem, kanye, jay 3 favorite girl names; rihanna, kesha, beyonce favorite actor? james mcavoy favorite actress? idek probs aubrey plaza  who is your celebrity crush? james mcavoy favorite movie? filth or the grand budapest hotel or fear and the big lebowski do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? not really as much as i’d like, a million little pieces is my favorite so far tho money or brains? brains do you have a nickname? what is it? no how many times have you been to the hospital? like twice top 10 favorite songs; ooooooh boy, It Is Not Meant to Be by Tame Impala, Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups, Never Follow Suit by The Radio Dept., The Air Near My Fingers by The White Stripes, Catalina by Allah-Las, Soul Kitchen by The Doors, Hate To Say I Told You So by The Hives, Sixteen Saltines by Jack White, You Only Live Once by The Strokes, Creep In A T-shirt by Portugal. The Man  do you take any medications daily? what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Normal what is your biggest fear? BEINg ALONE how many kids do you want? however many sammy wants tbh whats your go to hair style? its just like whatever happens happens what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) small apartment who is your role model? jethuth what was the last compliment you received? something sammy probably said tbh what was the last text you sent? “thats a lie” to sammy how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? i think i was 7 or 8 what is your dream car? 80s ford econoline with a circle window  opinion on smoking? i smoke wacky tobacky but not regular tobacky do you go to college? no but i might what is your dream job? musician would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? sububrs do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? yes do you have freckles? no do you smile for pictures? sometimes it depends on how good i decide on looking how many pictures do you have on your phone? 98 have you ever peed in the woods? yes do you still watch cartoons? yes do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? mcdonalds Favorite dipping sauce? sweet and sour sauce what do you wear to bed? underwear and whatever shirt i wore that day have you ever won a spelling bee? no but i probs would what are your hobbies? self loathing and procrastinating can you draw? i can draw badly on purpose but not good if that makes sense do you play an instrument? im starting to play guitar what was the last concert you saw? Tame Impala last november tea or coffee? coffeeEEEEE i need it to survive Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? i dont like starbucks and i havent been to dunkin donuts so can i just say peets? do you want to get married? yes (MAKE IT HAPPEN SAMANTHA) what is your crush’s first and last initial? S.S. like she’s a ship or some shit are you going to change your last name when you get married? we might do that just to piss off her parents lmao what color looks best on you? black grey white, or any combo of those do you miss anyone right now?  YES FUCKING HELL I DO (pls come home) do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed af unless my cats are being needy do you believe in ghosts? yes ive had experience so i kinda have to  what is your biggest pet peeve? everything about everyone i hate last person you called; sammy obvs favorite ice cream flavor?  mint chocolate chip or marble fudge regular oreos or golden oreos? regular chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow what shirt are you wearing? a tame impala t-shirt (big surprise) what is your phone background? a pic of me and sammy that makes me smile like an idiot every time i see it are you outgoing or shy? it depends, with the right people im a little tOO outgoing, but when im by myself im super super introverted do you like it when people play with your hair? im not opposed to it i guess do you like your neighbors?  dont really know or have a problem with them tbh do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? in the morning when i shower have you ever been high? yes have you ever been drunk? yes last thing you ate? 2 mcdoubles, and 10 mcnuggets favorite lyrics right now; 

Well don’t you remember, you told me in December that a boy is not a man until he makes a stand

Well I’m not a genius but maybe you’ll remember this I never said I ever wanted to be a man

summer or winter?  winter af  day or night? night af dark, milk, or white chocolate? i go between dark and milk chocolate really favorite month? probably november because my soulmate was created during that month LMAOoOOoo plus its chill and i like fall weather bc my best outfits come out of it what is your zodiac sign; LEO who was the last person you cried in front of? my mom

[neganium]

Me: Kind of would like to do some writing maybe, at some point.

Brain: If it isn't immediately profitable to even offer, it's not worth doing right now. We're on a deadline, remember?

Me: Ah, no, you're right, that's a fair point. I sure would like to shower, though.

Brain: Time spent to take a shower and do everything involved with that would take away valuable time from potentially producing something profitable.

Me: I get that, but I'm so uncomfortable... Most days I kind of just sit here doing fun but ultimately useless drawings, anyways, bc I have a hard time drawing without distractions but I have a very limited pool of material on Youtube that doesn't require me to at least glance at it on occasion, when I only have the one screen. Also the digital art ergonomic situation kind of sucks even outside of that. What's the point?

Brain: You have to at least try. Possibly wasting your time is still not as bad as wasting your time for sure. You need to work harder; surely everything else can wait until you succeed?

Me: At this point, I really don't think that success is possible anymore.

Brain: Whether you succeed or fail, you can worry about addressing something else when time runs out. There's still hope right up until the last second on the timer, even if it's someone taking pity on us. You can worry about taking care of other needs after this one is no longer a pressing concern, for good or for ill.

Me: Ugh, I fucking hate this. This fucking sucks.

Brain: It's also entirely your own fault for not trying harder, sooner. You're obviously also repugnant in other ways we cannot yet divine, otherwise surely someone would have helped us by now? People probably think you're a scam artist due to that other thing, even if that's not your fault. You can at least try to work around it, though, and get off of your lazy ass and stop wasting so much time. Speaking of...

Me: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Piss off.