#idk how old romeo is

[sumarmz]

"Omg Romeo and Juliet is literally the greatest love story of all time"

It's about two dumbass kids getting married after meeting twice then killing themselves after meeting 4 times (one of which being their wedding). How is that romantic.

[bixels]

I'm not getting into The Giving Tree discourse...

[themintman]

My opinions on some ships and characters 😼😼😼

Ill explain some stuff in the tags if yall are curious hehe ALSO IN THE REBLOGS. TUMBLR SILENCED ME 😔💔

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[danieyells]

Since i will probably never make the taiga ask blog that exists in my imagination and even if i did this headcanon would never come up

The fact that Taiga cheerfully laughs at what he claims is Romeo cheating on him just tells me

Ah yes

Taiga is a cuck

Yeah he and Romeo haven't fucked since the day he became Captain like eight months ago but he's not mad because the idea of Romeo fucking other people is so hot. Why wouldn't it be? Romeo's gorgeous. Yeah Romeo looks best under him, but why would Romeo be any less pretty than usual under anybody else? He's not the jealous type, the idea of Romeo happy and having a good time makes him happy.

(Comically, Romeo is not slutting around like Taiga thinks he is--yeah now and then he fucks someone else but it's not anywhere near as much as Taiga acts like it is. And he knows Taiga has no problem with him fucking around anyway, not that they're explicitly still together even if it were a problem then--)

[uncomfortablepiratecollection]

My hot take is that season 4 of the umbrella academy was good actually

[lemonlinelights]

^Rappaccini's Daughter about 100 pages

^a very old man with enormous wings five pages

Rime of the ancient mariner ^ it's a very long poem BUT

Here's Gandalf reading it^

^Fucked up poem I like called "Out,out" it's less than a page long

^the yellow wallpaper ten pages

The lottery ^ seven pages

No Exit^ a play about people being each others hell

[elmushterri]

Heyyyy, I love ur au sm! It's really cool, and the thing I'm most curious abt, if u don't mind me asking, is romeo and connor's relationship.

I really wanna know more abt it cause of how many directions this could go. Like, does Connor still care for romeo abit even after he figures out that romeo is manipulating him, or is he just fighting tooth and nail to get away from him at that point??

And I know Romeo's first intention is to just experiment on things to make them "better" but did spending alot of time with Connor not have him form some kind of attachment towards him?

And are there times where they both genuinely enjoy each others presence and where romeo helps him, cuz it would be so interesting to see Connor going through something when their still friends where Connor hates and likes him at the same time in a way. Where he's like weighing out the pro's and con's of being his friend and questioning how bad romeo really is

(That's all, and thank u for reading!🙏)

LOVE THIS. Romeo and Connor probably bonded in the first place cause of some kind of act of kindness or something trauma related?? Maybe young Romeo (like 6-10 years old? I have no concept of child ages) was the one that rescued Connor from being in the pools/the showers they put him in to get him used to water. Probably did it genuinely as well. Romeo CAN be genuine. He was probably lonely as well, not being in school but instead having his mother bring him to the labs.

In the start he probably wasn’t even manipulating Connor consciously, just pressuring him into things like sneaking around the labs and whatnot.

But then Connor made better friends with Amaya and Greg, and Romeo felt threatened so he leaned into “Oh, so you like them better than me?” so Connor would feel guilty.

Romeo probably has times where he goes between, “I miss Connor, I shouldn’t have done all that” and “Screw Connor, he didn’t get it. I don’t need him,”

They probably do care for each other on some level. Like if Romeo got hurt, Connor would go and cradle him dude 😭. ‘Cause at some points in their childhood the friendship was good, and comforted them both.

Here’s a little sketch. Reason Greg’s not there/why the kids are the same age as in present day but in GunnTech outfits is ‘cause this is probably in season 4 or 5 when the other heroes + Gekko are being mind controlled? Idk, Romeo probably pushed Connor out the way to take a hit from something or general self sacrifice science stuff from him. Maybe he took some kind of star/light blast from Newton? Real Catradora vibes.

It’s things like this that make me sort of want to redeem Romeo but I’m still unsure.

[iamnmbr3]

Listen. If tumblr was around back in the 1600s I bet all the tumblerinas would have been going absolutely feral for Shakespeare. We would've had Ye Olde Superwholock but like it would've been idk, Hal, Falstaff, Hamlet, Horatio and Romeo all meeting up and getting into shenanigans.

Tho also, just imagine Ye Olde Discourse on Shakespearean tumblr. It would've been like:

'Macbeth iſ NOT thy sweet babe nor thy little "blorbo" but a regicide and blaſphemer moſt foule'

'Tiſ but fiction! Thou didſt applaud moſt heartily when thou Titania with an aſſ did see. Should we then conclude thou doſt in ſecret practice beſtiality?'

'OP favorſ witchcraft and muſt be burned'

'The purpoſe of the play iſ to condemn conſorting with witcheſ or didſt thou miſſ the word TRAGEDY in 'The TRAGEDY of Macbeth??!?!?'

'Reading comprehension here truly iſ poor as piſſ'

'How dare thou ſay we should piſſ upon the poor?! I'll fight thee here and now!'

[yuri-is-online]

oof that's a really good morally grey pwp idea... if darkwick tells mc her curse cannot be lifted but can be passed on to a child -> the new cure is for her to be impregnated by a ghoul (better chance of whatever makes them ghouls overpowering whatever makes mc cursed), give birth to that child and for darkwick to kill the newborn immediately... but to prevent any of the ghouls from forming a real attachment to the fetus and somehow busting into the delivery room to save it, they can't know who the father is -> cue a multichapter pwp fic (with the exception of rui)...

(sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, please delete if so!!)

( • ̀ω•́ )✧ fufuufufufu no I don't mind this, I lack the technical skills to write it but yes that's a really good pwp idea. Poor Rui this might be enough to make him actually lose it, can you imagine being someone whose main character trait is being a whore, but being denied your godgiven right join the school sanctioned gangbang? They're even encouraging you to hit it raw fuck this stupid baka life he's done. I also like how you excluded Rui but not Zenji because that would make it even worse... the ghost gets to hit it but he doesn't? ED GETS TO HIT IT BUT NOT HIM?!?!?!!!!

I was thinking about smut when I typed that of course but I didn't really spend a lot of time thinking about the plot because I was too busy inventing new ethical questions. Would Taiga want to eat the baby? It is technically part anomaly... he doesn't want to eat Ed or Lyca so I would guess not but still. What about guys like Romeo, Ritsu, or Jin? Would they even agree to participate in something like this given how important children are to rich fussy families would they see making one like this extra wrong? Or would the horny kick in and they not want to allow the chance for MC's baby to be anyone other than theirs? Oh and on Ritsu, I feel like he'd be making a bunch of weird legal arguments trying to justify wanting to get the mc pregnant. He's just repressed, the arguments don't matter, but would he then try to make a bunch of arguments to keep the baby alive? Is there a legal standard of personhood in Japan and do I even want to research that-

Speaking of personhood, Lyca, Ed, and Zenji. I feel like Lyca wouldn't be able to let go of the idea of MC as his mate and that child as his baby. He wants to live with humans and be human, part of that seems to be him wanting a real family so if he was the baby daddy this would just be extra cruel. His instinct and desire is to love and protect, and even if he didn't have that he knows what Darkwick is like. Danger or not he doesn't want them killing you or the baby. Ed probably just wouldn't see what the problem is. Yes, his baby is an abomination from hell part vampire part Kyklos (so little human he doesn't need to mention that). No, he will not be letting Darkwick kill them and yes he will know if the baby is his, he has a sixth sense for these sorts of things. Now now don't cry, he might be an old man but he's not above taking responsibility, Japan was getting boring anyway. He can drop you off in whatever hole he crawled out of to can rest and recover while he watches the baby and shows them man made horrors beyond their comprehension (conspiracy youtube videos). I brought up Zenji just because the image of MC wanting to get dicked down by a ghost and conducting a dark ritual to let him do it. Also idk Zenji feels like another extra tragic because he also is someone who values family so I don't think he would want to see his child die, but also if it could save MC he'd really want to try and help.

Yuri would be very smug about this being a solution, volunteer to help, realize that everyone thinks he wants to fuck the MC, and then pass out from screaming denial and the mental image of her bare neck. I feel like he'd be one of the "worse" choices in Darkwick's mind because he would probably want to keep the baby to experiment on, but be completely unable to see them as anything other than his child and devolve into the same desperate search to cure them as he was on with MC. And he expects child support! He will not be a single father, MC get back here and take some responsibility for your actions!!! Jiro also feels like someone who would volunteer not realizing the method he was volunteering for but unlike Yuri he just rolls with it. He's so unashamed of nudity, yours or his, and what is sex if not nudity with some extra steps-

(My mind more went towards artificial insemination, so Rui wouldn't be excluded from the pool and there was no chance for the ghouls to form an emotional connection to either the MC or their potential baby. Oh I also don't think Darkwick would tell MC or the dad that the kid is going to be killed. They would probably lie about it and act like the child would be fine, just maybe an anomaly they would need to keep an eye on. And then they lie to MC and say the baby was still born but they just keep them in a little padded room and experiment on them their whole life, which just starts the Kyklos cycle anew except this time the monster is sentient and out for blood with intent.)

[cakemoney]

i don't want to die on any hills but i sometimes feel like I'm the only person who read the last scene of romeo and juliet

paris stands between romeo and juliet's tomb. he is not part of the audience; he has no idea juliet and romeo had secretly fallen in love and gotten married; he is not privy to the plot of the story. all he knows is that tensions between capulets and montagues are at an all-time high, and now a banished criminal is breaking into the capulet mausoleum. he does what anyone with the information that he has would think is honorable. romeo approaches, rambles at him unhinged and doesn't explain anything, and calls him a boy; a youth, the same way everyone else talks about romeo throughout the play. in fact, he does it again after he's killed him and come closer to see who it is:

this isn't meant to be a defense of paris, really; i think paris's character very much varies based on how his lines are performed, and depending on the production he could be anywhere between outright sleazy to obliviously presumptuous. it's certainly true that many of his lines are possessive of juliet, and that he is incredibly pushy about pursuing marriage, but no, he is not way older and definitely an adult. and i think that detail matters, because i think the real thesis of the play is unveiled when we reach the end and check the tally and realize that all five people who died—mercutio, tybalt, paris, romeo, and at last juliet—were all explicitly or implicitly referred to as young at some point.*

i see the point in the original post! the enforcing of patriarchy is absolutely a part of romeo and juliet, but it's woven into the greater premise; the social order and power that maintains the rivalry between the two houses is the same social order and power that disregards the opinions and agency of all the women in the play, starting from the very beginning when both ladies capulet and montague fail to deescalate the brawl. montague doesn't show up again until the end, but we see a lot of capulet, arguably responsible for setting most of the wheels in motion. in act 1 scene 2, he's in a good mood; he says outright that it's time to put the rivalry to rest, and tells paris that if he wants to marry juliet, "my will to her consent is but a part", that it matters whether or not juliet likes him. it's clear in his initial resistance to the marriage that he cares for her. but then tragedy strikes, he's reeling and upset, and though he was hesitant, he decides that the best course of action is for juliet to marry paris; and, having decided that, he flies off the handle when juliet disagrees. he had promised juliet to someone, so if juliet doesn't follow through, it will reflect poorly on him, and that's the last thing that he needs right now. his behavior is inconsistent; sometimes he's jovial and chill, but sometimes he's overtaken with fury and lashes out at people he has power over. his wife, just as before, is powerless and falls in line quickly; the nurse attempts to defend juliet, but once they are alone, she counsels juliet to accept her father's decision as the best outcome she can hope for. they live in a patriarchal society, and in this specific society, the patriarchy manifests in the form of a rivalry based on nothing but pride.

the patriarchs themselves are fully grown adults. they know that the rivalry is frivolous and perhaps even in bad faith. capulet is able to threaten violence (over some random servants crossing paths on a public street?) during the day and then dismiss romeo montague crashing a party in his house as not a big deal that very night (tybalt tells capulet about romeo's presence, and capulet tells tybalt to take no note of it). montague's first lines on first appearance are "let me at him!!!" but then once the crowd has dispersed, he has to ask benvolio what happened and who even started it; he was starting a fight for no reason, and he knows that. but the young men in the play have grown up in the shadow of this nebulous hatred; they take it seriously, because they don't know any better, because they don't have the life experience and context to understand that they shouldn't. they take their cues from the leaders of their society—men who, instead of controlling their anger, blow up at random things and then call it honor. in act 1 scene 1, the first time tybalt picks a fight, he's saying dramatic shit like "turn thee, benvolio, look upon thy death"; more grandstanding than combat. he brandishes his sword because it's what his uncle capulet does, so it's the honorable thing to do, so he tries to do it again at the party that night and is so confused when his uncle berates him and calls him a "saucy boy". he's belittled and dismissed, and he doesn't understand why, so in act 3 scene 1, desperate to prove himself, he's now talking completely differently. he ignores benvolio who he had claimed to hate, does not rise to mercutio's taunts and even says "peace be with you"; he states his challenge to romeo plainly, uses formal language and frames it as defending the honor of his house, and does not even draw his sword until mercutio did it first.

romeo is repeatedly described as sensitive and well-mannered by other characters; he tries to keep his cool, keep the peace, he resists tybalt's challenge. but then tragedy strikes; his love is no match for the expectations of hatred and violence that surround them. o sweet juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate, he says, and kills tybalt, because that is what masculine honor demands. he's devastated, grieving, angry for how unfairly tybalt had targeted him, horrified at what he's done, terrified of what this means for his future and the life he had wanted with juliet, and he doesn't know how to process any of this except as hatred, for others and for himself; he spends the rest of the story desperate to die, threatening to kill himself when his execution is converted to banishment, because violence, as always, is the only honorable path open to him. his love for juliet was the only thing that stopped him, and then again his love isn't enough, because juliet is dead. in the last scene of the play, in a graveyard, paris calls romeo a villain and challenges him, exactly the way tybalt did, and romeo sees him for what he is: just another boy playing at being a man, in a neverending cycle. do not urge me to fury, he says. i'm a man, i've killed before, and i cannot control what i will do.

that's what the play is about. if you raise your children in a hateful environment, they will destroy themselves. the future of the noble houses, even the prince's, is ruined, because this society is unsustainable, because the men (the boys) that it creates don't know how to function as adults; they don't know how to mediate and resolve conflicts and compromise, they don't know how to express emotion and assert their personhood except through violence, and even when there is no longer anyone around to inflict violence upon, they turn it upon themselves. when the carnage is discovered in the morning, both capulet and montague vow to personally make amends, because both of them know intimately that the tragic, wild, seemingly unpredictable actions of these children were their fault.

*mercutio is the only one for whom i can't recall any lines regarding age. his behavior and friendship with romeo seem to indicate that they are peers, but mercutio and benvolio also have the air of older guy friends (boyfriends?) who are dragging their depressed younger cousin with them on outings because romeo's mom asked them to cheer him up. relatedly, i think there is a viable interpretation (although i'm not married to it) that when mercutio is killed and curses both houses, it's because he's flabbergasted that his goading on of tybalt and romeo's fight led to real consequences. like "wtf, did you just kill me for real, i thought we were playing around"

It’s always so funny to me when people push the “Romeo was grooming Juliet” theory, especially when Paris is right there.

Romeo is around Juliet’s age and we can tell by his lines that Paris is way older and definitely an adult. Like. Look at R + J’s banter, it’s two total equals having fun with each other. They kiss and then Juliet asks for another kiss!! They match each other’s weird vibe!! Romeo says shit like “I wish I was your pet bird” and Juliet responds that she would literally crush it to death because she’d love it too much. Weirdos!!! They match each other’s freak!!!

Compare that with how Juliet interacts with Paris. He’s predatory and possessive over her, and it’s pretty obvious she’s uncomfortable. He pushes her dad to let him marry her even though he knows she’s too young!! Instead of playful banter we get Juliet being quiet and subdued, the complete opposite of her fiery, weird self she is with Romeo!!

“Oh, Juliet should’ve just married Romeo” No! If she did she would have ended up just like her mother, forced to marry an adult man and have a baby way too young, rendering her unable to connect with her child, and then the cycle would continue!

The theme of men preying on young girls and the patriarchy leading to destruction is there!! But Romeo is not the problem!!! He’s actually the opposite of the problem !!!!

[angsthology]

“when you said you were seeing someone i was kind of hoping a therapist” — or an alt title: roo sees things others can’t

theres been this uneasy feeling she feels on the back of her neck...

a/n fun fact i was possessed once as a kid. but anyway this came to me when i was reading the gamer episode of vr!!! so thank u noelle. but anyway let me explain this one: where im from the places here are kinda... "spooky" i guess and there are some people who can see otherworldly creatures and idk i just feel like bringing these in cause i thought it would be fun!

warnings; kinda creepy tbh i wrote this and imagined it a couple of times and scared myself (cause ik damn well it can happen to me 😭), this writing is kinda all over the place so uhh sorry

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

alex had initially been unfazed by the girl beside him, having a hard battle against her drooping eyes. he definitely understood where it’s coming from. this meeting was so boring. plus, roo wasn’t a big fan of listening to words that came out of the mouth of men anyway so there’s no surprise there.

it was only then after several more head drops she seemed like she was more awake, her eyes quietly and cautiously scanned the room from every top corner to behind them.

he brushed it off as nothing, probably just gathering reality after her on and off nap.

after that it was smooth sailing and more... listening.

only, he sort of noticed how her eyes barely looked up from her lap but he fully knew that she was awake now. still, he thought, maybe she was just tired still so he didn’t bother bothering her.

when the excruciating life sentence had finally stopped, the entire room stood up and either made their way to each other or simply leave.

alex had a brief conversation with charles who sat on the right row behind him, he then went to speak to his friend that was just one second ago still sat silently beside him only to turn around to find an empty seat.

he then looked around the room to see if she had went to talk to someone only to find her lack of presence in the room.

weird. she always did like to mingle.

again, he shrugged it off, maybe she just went to take a nap elsewhere.

the next time they had a meeting in the same room, the alfa romeo driver had arrived with george russell by her side. they barely said anything and arrived in silence. well, that wasn’t true. the girl had arrived in silence, george was greeting everyone happily.

when they arrived, george occupied himself in a conversation with alex. when he looked to his right he found the spot empty where the woman once stood in. he then looked around to find her already sitting silently besides her teammate.

she had been fine this morning when she met up with george until they were called into the meeting that’s when her energy seemed to have shifted. george simply thought she just dreaded the meeting itself—as per usual, like any other meeting she didn’t like so it seemed pretty normal to the brit.

though, she was uncharacteristically quiet. like, she wasn’t exactly someone with a big dictionary on the daily but she was still as annoying as a twenty-something-year-old could be.

she had kept her head down during the entire duration of the meeting, only ‘listening’ to whatever there was to be said. every once in a while she could be seen looking up cautiously from her lap, though her eyes only seemed to be looking at repetitive spots.

after the meeting was finally over again, she was gone before anyone could reach her.

weird.

another day, another meeting everyone dreaded. seems like that’s all the agenda was the last couple of days.

but no one dreaded it more than the woman in metallic black.

she was currently walking along with zhou (who was now caught up with all the information). she was uncomfortable, she hoped that today she’s gone—that it was gone. she had been keeping her head down to avoid it but over the days she could feel her creeping in closer and closer to her.

roo was so close to entering the room until she felt the hair on her neck stood up in alert and she knew she couldn’t. she was so close to escaping today’s meeting but just her luck.

lando had seen her and she knew it was too late when he had beckoned her over.

she—like she has been the last few days—entered the room cautiously, not looking up to that spot for her own sake.

“hey, man.” the brit greeted, patting her back.

she tried to greet them all back in the same manner but her uneasiness were overpowering her social skills and she couldn’t find the power in herself to say anything coherent.

the rest of the men looked at each other in question giving the other only a shrug. they were about to ask when they were cut off by the meeting starting.

and, surprise surprise, roo had already disappeared again from their side.

she now sat on the far left just next to the opening isle where they could walk through.

the three british men didn’t waste time to occupy look at the other for confirmation and the empty seats beside her. usually that would’ve pulled a reaction from her, a comment along the lines of ‘everybody wants to get with roo’ but when she stayed quiet head down that really piqued their interest.

throughout the entire meeting she was still very quiet which wasn’t something out of the blue but something that was, is the heavy breathing coming out of her mouth. at first it was nothing but the more and more time passes it got heavier and louder. lando, who sat next to her had heard the entire buildup causing him to worry for his fellow driver. he nudged her with his arm to which she flinched at.

“hey, you alr—” before he could finish she was already jumping off her seat and mumbling a small ‘excuse me’ as she sped-walked in front of them, circling her way out of the row and exiting the room.

a moment later, her teammate excuses himself out of the room leaving the three british men to give each other a look.

after they were all dismissed, the three had made it their mission to find the alfa romeo driver(s). everyone knew how random roo’s (behavioral) pattern is, but even they knew that was weird and out of the blue.

but somehow, it was not really a big surprise when they saw her walking along the paddock with fernando, smiling as if nothing had happened.

when she saw them, her smile grew and she waved at them happily as they went and approached her.

“hey, how was the meeting?”

“fine. —are you alright?” lando didn’t bother to hover around the topic.

she shrugged, “yeah, just, things, y’know.”

george furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and quite frankly, taken aback, “what things?” he asks, his tone almost sound accusing.

she sighs, slumping her shoulder a bit, “it’s stupid.” she states.

“if it made you bolt out of the room like that, not really.”

she rolls her eyes, “i kinda… have been seeing a woman.”

they were so taken aback the three furrowed their brows in sync, only making her realize the mistake in her words.

she shook her head as if to refresh her thoughts, “let me rewind—i uh, i can… see spirits.”

still—hell, probably more—confused, their response to her words were tilting their heads like a puppy dog (though george and lando had a sort of shift into a more judgy look).

she clicks her tongue, “every time i look up in that room i see this woman with long hair—hair that covered her entire face down to her chest. and– the first time ‘round i thought that was it and that when i come back the next time she’d be gone. but… i guess it seemed like she got closer every time i come back. and today– today she went to the point where she was near my face and i guess… i guess i was finally feeling her presence getting too close instead of just seeing.”

when she finished talking, the three drivers in front of her stayed silent and she almost regret saying anything. she felt really stupid despite how real it was for her. she turned to whine to nando next to her when one of the three brits finally spoke up.

“that’s awesome!” exclaimed alex.

roo, still standing facing in fernando’s direction, only side-eyed him—judgy and  confused, right on-brand.

“…i was terrified.” she somehow thought she needed to clarify.

“no, yeah, sorry you had to go through that, whatever—you can see ghosts!” alex re-states excitedly.

the older man out of the four of them couldn’t help but be amused by the entire conversation. he put both his hands on each of the girl’s shoulders and laughed lightly, shaking her a little in the process, “good luck, niña.”

“man, i don’t need luck. i need new friends.”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra sorry for this mess 😭😭

[strcwbrryklss]

i absolutely love your Johnny Knoxville fic!!!

Would you be open to write a short of maybe preachers daughter reader x Johnny before he got famous and like he makes it out of town and after a few years he sees her again?

idk if that makes sense but i thought of it and got all giggly LOL

୨୧﹕ preacher’s daughter .ᐟ part one

pairing ; johnny knoxville x fem!reader contains ; tension , flirting , reckless behaviour a/n ; this idea is so cute i had to do it. summary ; an unusual duo is formed in a small town in knoxville, tennessee.

It was a hot night in Knoxville, the kind that made the air feel thick, like walking through syrup. The crickets outside your window were the loudest thing you could hear as you stared out into the darkness, wishing for something more than this little town, more than the walls that kept you locked inside the life your father had planned for you.

You could hear his voice downstairs, low and firm, speaking with that familiar authority. Your father - the town's preacher. He always had a way of making things feel like they were either right or wrong, no in-between. And tonight, it was wrong. PJ Clapp was wrong. You could feel it in your bones, how your dad's disapproval was so absolute, it practically crackled in the air.

PJ had never fit in with the rest of the small town. Too wild. Too loud. Too free. He was the kind of boy who made you feel things you weren’t supposed to feel - like the excitement of sneaking out after curfew just to get a glimpse of him smoking a cigarette by the gas station. The kind of boy who made you question the rules of your own life, even if it meant risking everything your father had worked so hard to build.

You pushed the window open just a little more, the cool breeze brushing against your face. Below, you saw him again - the boy you'd given the nickname 'Johnny' - leaning against his old, rusted truck, the one that had never quite fit in with the polished cars the other kids drove. He was looking up at the stars, probably dreaming of somewhere far away from this place, somewhere bigger. Somewhere with a future.

You had always wondered what would happen if you just walked out the front door, crossed the yard, and followed him wherever he went.

But you knew that wasn’t possible. Your dad would never allow it. He had warned you more times than you could count about the "trouble" PJ would bring. Although he had the manners and that familiar Southern charm, your father decided he was a distraction, a temptation. And for all his talk about salvation, your father had never seen that there was something in Johnny that was just... different. Something that called to you, like an ache you couldn’t explain.

Sometimes, on nights like this, you'd catch yourself drifting into daydreams - those romcom moments you’d seen in the PG-13 movies your dad only let you watch, even though you were 17. Like him holding up a boombox and playing your favourite song. Or maybe you’d picture yourself pulling the classic "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"

Johnny turned then, catching your eyes in the dim light. A crooked smile spread across his face. He didn’t need to say anything. You could see it in the way his lips pulled, the way his eyes softened - he knew you were watching. Maybe he’d always known.

"Hey," he called softly, but you heard him as clearly as if he’d shouted it. "You coming out tonight or what?"

The words hit you like a slap. Your heart pounded, your palms went clammy, and all the things you were supposed to be - the preacher’s daughter, the obedient girl, the one who never did anything out of line - began to blur.

You swallowed hard.

"I can’t," you called back, your voice thick with something you weren’t ready to name.

He didn’t respond right away, but laughed to himself. Johnny shook his head, the faint glow of his cigarette lighting up his face for just a second before it disappeared into the dark.

He looked back up towards you, "Ah yes, almost forgot, you're the princess locked away in her tower."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You pressed your palm against the cool windowpane, a mix of frustration and something else twisting in your stomach.

"Don’t make fun," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady, but it came out a little sharper than you intended.

Johnny didn’t seem bothered. His smirk softened, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of something more real behind it. "I’m not making fun," he said, his voice low, but you could hear the honesty in it. "I’m just saying… there’s a whole world out here, and you’re stuck in there." He pointed toward the house, his gesture as casual as if he were talking about the weather, but the words felt like a challenge.

You wanted to argue. To tell him how your world wasn’t just about rules and the pulpit - how you did have a choice in all of this. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Because deep down, you knew he was right. You were stuck.

The sound of your father’s voice downstairs - loud and clear, stern as always - cut through the night, reminding you of everything that kept you from stepping into the world Johnny was offering. The one where things didn’t feel so rigid, so defined by the walls of this house.

Johnny must have noticed the hesitation in your silence because he took a step closer to the house, his eyes never leaving yours. "You know," he said, looking up into your bedroom window, "you don’t have to stay in that tower forever."

You opened your mouth to say something - anything - but nothing came out. For a second, you just stood there, caught between the safety of your life and the unknown Johnny represented. The weight of your father’s expectations, his voice echoing in your mind, made it almost impossible to take the first step toward something different.

"Why do you always make it sound so easy?" you finally asked, the question more of a breath than anything else. You knew it wasn’t easy. You knew it wasn’t just a matter of walking out that door and leaving behind everything you’d ever known. But the thought of doing something - of breaking away - made your pulse race in a way you couldn’t ignore.

Johnny shrugged, his smile turning into something softer, almost knowing. "It’s easy if you stop thinking about all the reasons why you shouldn’t do it."

You glanced down at him, his face half-lit by the glow of your bedroom light. He looked so… carefree. So sure. And you felt the opposite, standing in the safety of your room, knowing you were about to make a choice that would change everything.

Your hand still rested on the window, and you could feel the coolness of the night air creeping in, inviting you out, as though it was waiting for you to make the leap.

"Johnny…" Your voice was barely a whisper, caught between fear and something else - something that was stirring deep inside you, waking up in a way you hadn’t expected.

He looked up at you again, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Yeah?"

You slid the window open just a little wider, the metal scraping softly against the frame, "I swear, if I get in trouble, you're speaking to my dad."

His eyes lit up, and his grin widened as if he’d been waiting for this. After putting your shoes on, you slowly pulled your legs over the windowsill, climbing onto the roof before jumping down onto the grass below.

Johnny was already standing by the truck, leaning against it with that same cocky, knowing grin, watching you with a look that made your heart race. He didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t need to. The way his gaze softened as you landed beside him spoke volumes.

"Look at you," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was in awe. "I didn’t think you’d actually do it."

You laughed softly, still feeling the rush of the moment coursing through your veins. "Neither did I," you admitted, your voice breathless. The weight of the world felt lighter, like you had just shed a skin you didn’t know you’d been wearing.

Johnny’s smile softened as he pushed off the truck, walking towards the driver's side and swinging the door open, "Come on in, troublemaker."

You couldn’t fight the grin that spread across your face, nor the thrill that shot through your chest. Slowly, you walked over to the truck. With every step, the weight of your father’s house seemed to fall further away. The quiet rebellion, the rush of doing something forbidden, was intoxicating.

Johnny stood there, one hand resting casually on the door frame, watching you with that damn smile of his. He didn’t have to say anything - his eyes were enough. They promised adventure, freedom, and the unknown, all wrapped up in one hell of a night.

You slid into the passenger seat, the worn leather creaking beneath you as you settled in. The truck smelled of old cigarettes and gasoline, but in a way that made you feel like you were stepping into another world. A world that was fast, loud, and full of possibilities. Johnny slammed the door shut, and you could hear the familiar sound of the engine roaring to life as he slid into the driver’s seat next to you.

"Ready for some real trouble?" he asked, his voice a mix of playful and dangerous.

You looked over at him, his eyes still twinkling in the dim light of the dashboard. A sense of reckless confidence washed over you, and before you could think about it too much, you nodded.

"Let’s do it."

Johnny’s grin spread wider, his hand gripping the gearshift as turned on the engine. "Atta girl."

The truck rumbled beneath you, its engine a steady growl as Johnny pushed the pedal to the floor. The tires squealed against the pavement, and the world seemed to blur around you as you sped away from everything familiar.

The wind rushed through the windows, tousling your hair, and the scent of gasoline mixed with the crisp night air as you both raced toward... well, you weren't sure yet. But the uncertainty of it felt exhilarating.

You glanced at Johnny, his hands firm on the wheel, his jaw set, but there was a glint in his eyes - something wild, something untameable. It made your pulse quicken every time you looked at him, like he knew something you didn’t, something that could change everything.

The music blared from the speakers, a classic Ramones track blasting from the CD he never bothered to take out.

"So, where are we going?" you asked, your voice barely rising above the music.

Johnny glanced at you, the corners of his lips twitching into a grin. "I don’t know yet. But wherever it is, we’ll get there fast."

You laughed, a sound that felt foreign coming from your lips - light, carefree. It was the first time in a long while that you felt like you could just... be.

After a while, Johnny turned off the main road, taking a winding path that led to a familiar, yet unfamiliar, place: the lake. The one spot in town that no one really talked about.

He parked the truck near the water’s edge, the only sound now the lapping of the lake against the shore and the rustle of trees in the wind. The truck’s engine idled softly, the music now muted, leaving only the quiet hum of the night.

"You ever come here?" Johnny asked as he turned off the engine, his voice almost a whisper.

You shook your head, staring out at the water. "No. I mean, I’ve heard of it. But..." You trailed off, not sure how to explain the pull you felt toward this place, toward him.

Johnny leaned back in his seat, arm draped lazily across the back of the truck. "Yeah, most people don’t. It’s too damn quiet. Hell, wouldn’t be shocked if someone’s been buried out here."

You laughed, "Is that why you've took me here? Am I one of your first victims."

Johnny shot you a glance, his smirk curling up at one corner. "Nah," he said, eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You’re not my type."

You raised an eyebrow at him, a mix of teasing and curiosity dancing in your gaze. "Oh, really? Then what is your type?"

He leaned back, stretching his arms out and letting them rest behind his head. His eyes flicked toward you, a silent challenge hanging between you two. "Girls I don’t have to talk into breaking the rules."

Johnny’s eyes were still on you, expectant, waiting for you to say something. He was always waiting for something from you, whether it was an answer, a reaction, or just a sign that you were ready to stop holding back. But in that moment, it felt like you were standing at the edge of something big - something that could either pull you in or send you tumbling back to where you started.

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you turned your gaze to the lake, the moonlight reflecting off its surface, casting ripples of silver across the water. The night was quiet, almost peaceful, but in your chest, everything was stirring. You had always been careful, always done what you were supposed to. But here you were, sitting in the passenger seat of a truck that didn’t belong in this town, with a guy who didn’t belong in your life.

Johnny’s smirk softened as he studied you. There was something in his gaze, something that felt a little too knowing. "You okay?" he asked, his voice quieter now, less playful. He wasn’t pushing anymore. He was giving you space.

"Yeah," you muttered, staring at the glistening water. "Just... taking it all in."

Johnny didn’t say anything right away, just let your words hang in the air, like he was giving them time to settle. Finally, he shifted in his seat, his voice soft, but so steady, as he changed the topic. "Y'know, you're the only person to call me Johnny."

You blinked, momentarily thrown off guard, then met his eyes, brow furrowing slightly. "Really?"

He nodded, a soft laugh escaping him. "Yeah. Everyone else just sticks with PJ."

A small smile tugged at your lips, the odd intimacy of the moment catching you off guard. "Oh," you said, "Well, I can stop calling you Johnny if you want."

Johnny’s eyes twinkled, his grin playful but tinged with something deeper. "Nah, I kinda like it." He leaned back a little, a lazy but comfortable ease settling between you. "It’s... different, coming from you."

You turned your head toward him, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Okay, Johnny," you said, the words light, teasing, but with an edge of something else - something that made your heart beat just a little faster.

You pulled your legs toward your chest, smoothing your dress down as best you could, trying to keep everything hidden. With a quiet breath, you wrapped your arms around yourself, curling into a comfortable ball as you rest your head on your knees.

Johnny’s gaze stayed on you for a long moment, the playful glint in his eyes shifting to something deeper, more thoughtful. He didn’t press you to explain, didn’t rush to fill the space with noise. Instead, he simply let the quiet settle around you both, the night and the weight of your words hanging there between you like an unspoken understanding.

After a beat, he shifted in his seat, his voice low as he broke the silence. "You know," he started, "We could be good friends if you weren't such a goody-two-shoes."

You couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up at his words, the sound light but genuine, cutting through the tension between you.

"Goody-two-shoes?" you echoed, lifting an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your voice. "Is that what you think of me?"

Johnny’s smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes - something softer, almost like he was testing you. "I mean," he leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him, "you’ve got this whole ‘perfect preacher’s daughter’ vibe going on. It’s kinda... predictable."

You stared at him, considering the words, feeling a strange mix of amusement and irritation. There was truth in what he said, though. You had always been the well-behaved one, the one who followed the rules, kept to her father's expectations. And maybe it was getting old. Maybe, for the first time, you were beginning to wonder what it would feel like to not be so predictable. To not always be what everyone expected you to be.

"Well, maybe I'm tired of being predictable," you said, shifting your legs back to the floor of the truck and leaning towards him with a teasing smile, the words floating between you like a dare.

Johnny’s eyes flickered, intrigued by the change in your tone. His lips quirked up, and for a moment, he studied you closely, as if weighing your words. Then, with that familiar cocky smile of his, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to something more mischievous.

"Oh, yeah?" he drawled, tilting his head slightly. "What are you gonna do about it, then?"

The challenge was there - playful, yet charged with an unspoken promise. His eyes held yours, waiting, daring you to make the next move, to prove that you weren’t as predictable as he thought.

You held his gaze for a beat, the air thick between you, every inch of you pulled toward him. His smirk, his challenge - it was like a spark, lighting something inside you that had been dormant for far too long.

Without thinking, without caring about the consequences, you leaned in. The motion was slow at first, just a tease, but as you got closer, something inside you broke free. Johnny’s breath hitched slightly as your lips brushed his - barely, just a soft, fleeting contact - but it was enough to make your heart race.

He didn’t pull back. In fact, his eyes fluttered closed, and his hand, which had been resting casually on the back of your seat, moved to the back of your head, gripping your hair and pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, slow and gentle at first, like it was something both of you had been waiting for. His lips moved against yours, and the world outside the truck - everything that was supposed to matter - faded into nothing.

It was just you and him, the kiss, the heat, the rush of doing something you’d never thought you’d do. For a moment, it felt like nothing could break this bubble, this little world you’d created. It wasn’t about rules anymore. It wasn’t about what you were supposed to be. It was just this - this electric, reckless thing between you two.

Johnny’s lips moved with hunger, his free hand wandering from your waist to your bare thigh, before slowly pulling up your white dress.

[trix1erose]

today in ideas that consumed my entire being (ramblings under the cut)

i’ve been thinking a lot about the hero/villain parallels in both seasons, more specifically in relation to jesse

in season 1 Magnus and Ellegaard are clearly Axel and Olivia, i think Gabriel and Petra are the warriors (esp since you have to choose between them in the beginning), and the Soren&Lukas parallel is admittedly weaker, but they’re both described as arrogant, cowardly, etc. but also amazing builders and leaders. so that leaves Ivor to be Jesse’s sort of parallel- which lends itself to how Jack mentions that Ivor is the founder of the Old Order of the Stone, same way Jesse is the founder of the new one. and… while he does get his redemption… Ivor is the first antagonist presented in the series.

season 2 definitely lends itself more towards Romeo and Petra being each other’s reflection-sort-thing, but i can’t be the only one who sees Romeo, Fred and Xara as a mirror to Jesse, Axel and Olivia. (also, this is based more in headcanon so im REAching here, but Lukas comments a lot on how Jesse can’t seem to leave his old life behind; i personally took that as him (jesse) subconsciously chasing adventure to a reckless extent, which is comparable to how Romeo set up all those unhinged challenges for his friends)

anyway, little art notes for anyone might be interested; i tried to show this in my little drawing with warm colours for the New Order and grey/blue for the underneath, i placed romeo on the side with axel and olivia and ivor on the side with lukas and petra to show the different symbolisms, and the jesse underneath the amulet is the one i normally draw for the during part of the witherstorm arc for like… vulnerable little guy idk. i included reuben in the top because they’re meant to be stark contrasts, the top one is a happy fantasy and the bottom one is a miserable nightmare. also i gave him a scythe because i saw a comment on the kwite vod where he made the diamond hoe as a joke that they headcanon enchanted hoe’s turning into scythes which i thought was super cool.

plus some close ups cause tumblr ✨butchered the quality✨

[pinkypride]

MCSM LGBT+ Headcanons!

Saw my friend do this so ima do this. I should say tho, im someone who changed my headcanons quite a bit. Im not married to any of them nor am i the type to fight people over them. So any of these could change at any time. Alright lets get into it.

Jesse: f!Jesse and m!Jesse i hc as identical twins but im constantly flipping which one is the trans one. You cant have identical twins of different genders unless one is trans. Both are pan ig, i haven't truely decided.

Lukas: Lukas is bi, but prefers men.

Petra: bi as well but prefers women. I think she's also a demigirl or something. Fem leaning but not full woman. I dont have reasons for most of these headcanons lol

Olivia: lesbiam. Women. Also i hc she's transfem and in universe her voice changing between seasons is her finishing voice training :)

Axel: i stole enden-agolor's aroace hc bc i couldnt think of anything else. It fits him well but its not a hc i thought of ya know?

The Old Order of the Stone: polygamous ig, i honestly havent thought about it much.

Harper: pansexual??? Again, havent really thought about it much.

Aiden: he acts super straight but i hc he's gay and lukas's exe. He refuses to be out of the closet bc he hates everyone (jesse and their friends) and they're all gay so he cant be gay. He has some backwards ass logic about how any of this works. Might not be cis but he genuinely hasnt thought about it.

Xara: she lowkey gives aroace vibes or at least ace.

Romeo: pansexual. Also he isnt cis but idk what he is.

Nell: bisexual.

Emily: lesbian?

Stella: bisexual with a woman preference?

Nurm: functional gay

Jack: disaster gay

Cassie: lesbian, but good luck getting her to trust anyone.

Radar: ace but not aro. I feel like he's biromantic.

The Warden: ok but hear me out... warden gay.

Binta: bisexual.

Hadrian and Mevia: Straight homophobic. I hope the chicken-sized zombies/zombie-sized chickens ate them

Facemeat: idk why but he isnt straight. Idk who he likes but its not women.

Oxblood: asexual. Maybe aromantic too idk.

Usher Reuben: maybe the most obscure on the list but he infects my brain. This guy-

is gay.

Hi! Hope you liked the headcanons! Don't stab me for any of them pls, these are for fun :3 why is every other person green?

[spaceytoxinz]

saw your gideon edit and the comment you made saying you associate him with industrial music (iirc) and I think thats really unique.. what genres or artists do you associate with the other exes + if you have any more for gideon him too im really interested in these playlists...

JOYOUS OCCASION.

I do have a gideon playlist though, pretty short but i feel like it gets his general vibe across [imo]. I made it like last year i think. Its the only one i have besides the 2 playlists i have for my oc

continuing with Gideon though, he reminds me of industrial because in different medias he’s associated with either Indie/pop rock or techno. So i just slapped industrial onto him because it sits pretty well in the middle of the two. because im cringe like that]. Industrial, some electropunk [not rlly msi ripoff bands, more like Elias and the Error], general EBM, new wave and ofc the obvious techno/pop rock. I also chose industrial because of the raw, edgier themes songs usually tend to revolve around. His main artists would be like, NIN, Death Spells, KMFDM probably, Depeche Mode, etc. Though ik he bumps Hamburger Lady once in a while /j [also some songs by Romeo Santos cause bros kinda insane about his relationships]

Matthew Patel is musicals [i wasn’t much of a theatre kid i only sang my parts when my friends would randomly perform Heathers outside of class in midde school. I was never super invested in musicals though.] and emo music. He honestly kinda reminds me of the entire 2016 emo revival with the “Holy Emo Trinity” or whatever. Though ofc this shit takes place in like 2005 so its not the same. He reminds me more of Midwest Emo than Post-hardcore emo. Maybe he would listen to shit like Sleeping with Sirens but for some reason its hard for me to imagine. To be fair its also because i grew up with second wave emo [i think its second wave. mostly the end of it but jt altered my life and ive seen shit that would occur in the scene thanks to my older sister] so i have a specific idea of the different types of emos at the time. He’s much more emotional and theatrical to me which is why i choose midwest emo over post-harcore/emocore. Also hes zesty so brittany spears.

I usually associate Lucas Lee with old school Reggaeton. Just based on personal headcanon about how he looks like a specific genre of Latino in the early 2000s idk to describe it, im also from the west coast so theres that. But ofc the anime gave me a reality check and i realized this mf is still a skater. so of course you have punk rock/pop punk. so the range goes from Daddy yankee and Don Omar to mf The Offspring and Anti-Flag. I’ve thought about making a playlist for him, i just gotta figure out how to organize it the same way i did for Gideon and how his playlist has both bachata and industrial.

Todd would stray more away from electronic heavy music unlike Lucas and Gideon. In my head I also associate him with pop punk, basic bands like Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Bowling for Soup whatever. Indie Rock like The Killers, The Strokes, Queens of the Stone Age probably. Honestly basic level radio rock that people argue the genre of. Though another headcanon is that most of the music he grew up with was like, basic level metal. Shit like Metallica and AC/DC. I also do think about him while listening to Los Infieles by Aventura because hes a cheating ass mf.

quick note for todd, i also have a headmate based off of a specific way an artist depicted him in fanart, who wouldn’t stop listening to skrillex a while back for almost a month straight so yeah. theres that.

As for Roxy, she reminds me a little more of Post-Hardcore and RIOT GRRRL. Shes not rlly emo but some of her aesthetics overlap so why not lol. I don’t know enough RIOT GRRRL bands other than Le Tigre [also the the Empty>>>>> that song is peak]. But bands like Kittie, Jack off Jill, Saosin, etc. Since my music taste mostly revolves around Rock/EDM and because various soundtracks having a theme song for her, she also reminds me of trance or eurodance. Can’t name any specific artists for those two genres i only know a handful of songs. I can’t rlly put her into one genre of music like the others, i feel like a lot suits her. Fuck it she listens to Lady gaga too. I only know for sure that she reminds me of Devi McCallion and the artists mentioned above. She would be okay with me playing my cringe ass music on the aux cord i think /j

For the Twins. The obvious answer is basic EDM. But i feel like one of them is a little more experimental than the other while one of them would focus on being more melodic. They both remind me of Aphex Twin and Venetian Snares. Ngl though they kinda remind me of 2000s/2010s hip-hop/rap in a way that i can’t fully explain. I have no specific artists nor subgenres to describe it unfortunately because i have a very basic level examples i heard on the radio growing up. i think its cause theyre always at some party/event depending on which media. They remind me of the instrumental to Black and Yellow by Wiz Khalifa tho.

yeah uh, most of my music taste revolves around rock and EDM plus the various genres i grew up with so honestly there’s probably more out there i haven’t listened to yet that could be better fits for them. i like music lol. I also gotta reread the comics to get a better understanding other than what i remember.

[misathinks]

Redacted hcs, Hispanic edition

Angel is OBSESSED with Romeo Santos. He’s been their top artist for years. They couldn’t pick their fav song if you asked but it’d probably be either Bebo or Tuyo.

Sweetheart loves Control. Yk whenever they hear them at a baile they’re UP

Baaabe is from puerto rico. That’s it

Sam can play guitar REALLY well. Knows how to play flamenco, most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. Also taught Darlin how to play it on their electric guitar.

Freelancer makes the best flan. Like completely from scratch. Whenever they host a party they’re forced to make it because nobody will go if it’s not on that table.

Asher is really into old Spanish rock.

Angel and Sweetheart could be professional dancers atp. Name it they know how to do it- bachata? They got it. Merengue? Easy. They teach their partners how, but at least once every pack party they go absolutely crazy dancing tg.

Sweetheart is definitely a god when it comes to huapango and leads Angel when they dance.

I said sweetheart “taught” Milo but… that man is definitely a vaquero. Loves bailes and takes sweetheart for dates. Tbh he’s the reason Sweetheart is so good at huapango

David is a no sabo. I just couldn’t resist. Took Spanish in highschool, barely remembers any of it, Angel makes fun of him whenever they get the chance

After Angel taught him tho, he grew to love bachata.

Gavin is Haitian, but is just as fluent in Spanish as he is in Creole atp. He has a slight accent when he speaks Spanish, immediate turn on for freelancer (me too.)

Baaabe is the best cook. Helps cook for pack parties, makes the best mofongo you’ve ever had. Also brings the Coquito 🤞🏽

Idk why, but Doc is definitely Cuban. Am I projecting? Maybe, but trust me on this one. I just know they’ve seen the craziest shit so finding Hush is probably not the worst thing that’s happened to them.

A bit short but lmk if y’all have other ones!💕