#idk the longer I look at it the weirder I feel

[ultipoter]

A little post spear pillar awkwardness between Volo and Jirou. I had this sitting around for a few weeks and finally polished it, t was a nice exercise in working with a limited palette

[kosmic-kalamity]

finally finished these refs for clay and viva AND came up with a name for my au: putt pop swap! it's a little basic, but i like it well enough :D

tumblr ruined the quality so uh. closeups below the cut

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

god is swuarshing me beneath his thumb like i am an aphid or perhaps a clover mite. yeah. its slow and painful and im small. and also meek

[kira-fluff]

I saw the “Sleeping with no pants on” headcanon and was wondering if you could do a pretty setter squad containing Atsumu, Kageyama and Akaashi please- ☁️

sleeping with no pants on | fem!reader x haikyuu!! [pt. 5]

a/n: i was not expecting everyone to be so obsessed with this prompt but I am LIVING for it. I love you guys so much 🩷 p.s. my lovely, atsumu is actually in pt. 1, but I'm going to switch for twinnie osamu, okay? 💕 also I'm so sorry i was gone for so long. busy busy busy working 3 jobs with college. forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. tw: sorta spicy idk

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

osamu miya "hey, 'samu, 'samu." "hm." he replied in a grunt. "'m tired." the two of you had stayed up the entire night trying out new recipes that osamu had thought of when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. so, now here you were at midnight, sprawled out on the couch, exhausted. "'n go 't sleep." "don' wanna drive home." "'n stay." you murmured an acknowledgement, then began slipping off your pants. osamu immediately sobered from his tiredness. "wait, the hell are ya doin'?!" "'m goin' to bed, obviously." "ya can't just take yer pants off with a man in the house!" you let out a little scoff, "oh, get over it." but osamu's mind was already racing. he tried to act cool on the outside, but you were just in your fucking panties and acting like it was no big deal? why were you always so clueless around him??? did you really not see him as romantic material??? osamu couldn't help but stare at the round shape of your ass even as your long shirt covered you. he had scarcely time to begin devouring the sight of your legs when you cleared your throat. "are you.....staring... at me?" he cleared his throat and looked away. "...s-sorry.." you leaned in close, just below his ear. "ya know... if you really wanted it that badly, you could've said something.." you smirked, taking a blanket and covering up your lower half with a conceited smirk, walking away. "h-hey wait! the fuck did ya mean by that?!" he trailed behind eagerly. the rest of the night? well... "just friends" was no longer in either of your vocabulary anymore.

kageyama tobio you friends, after all, nothing more. and you didn't want to make it weird. weirder than it already felt having hidden feelings for your best friend. it getting late after a particularly long study session which involved you trying to drill basic math facts into a brain that only understood volleyball. it was a hopeless endeavor, but you took him getting anything above a "50" as a win. so, you continued to attempt to help him improve his grades. you supposed "attempt" wasn't necessarily the right word, as his scores were generally improving, but sometimes you found yourself wondering if there was really a point to it all after you spent the whole lesson trying to help him relearn everything he misunderstood in the lesson from that day. so here you were, exhausted, with your head down on your table at home, tobio sitting across from you. "hey, kageyama, let's just call it a night." he paused for a moment, then spoke. "....do you want to sleep with me?" if you had any liquid in your mouth, you're certain you would've had a comical spit take. "ah, um, WHAT?" you sputtered, trying to make sense out of what he said. he didn't mean it that way, did he? no, of course not. "it's... late." yep. just offering a place to stay. "it is. but there are still trains. i can take a late one." "just get in my bed." your eyebrows raised. "hey, tobio, a normal person would misunderstand what you just said..." he ignored you. "just sleep with me." your face took on a reddish hue the more times he said it... and he just didn't get it? why was he messing with your heart like this!?!? "um... there are different ways to say that. like... 'want to spend the night?'" "then, spend the night." "why are you being so pushy?" "because i like you." as a friend. yeah. we've been over this. "ok, ok, you've convinced me with the power of friendship. but I'm sleeping on the couch." "no." "yes." "no. my bed has enough room." "not for me!!" you laughed nervously. does this guy even have hormones? like, what the fuck? "....I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in my bedroom." does this guy not understand the meaning of no? still, you found yourself begrudgingly trudging over to his bed, especially after you saw his couch was made with the comfort of a burlap sack. I mean, if he offered, might as well take advantage right? what could go wrong? spoiler: everything goes wrong. you thought he was fast asleep. so, in the stealth of 1000 ninjas, you slid off your sweatpants for the sake of comfort. it wasn't weird, right? oh well. you were tired and damn did he like his room hot. you jumped when you felt him arms wrap around you. then, he stiffened. "...are you not wearing any pants?" "um... maybe..." he sighed. "are you trying to seduce me?" "n-no it's just more comfortable!" he turned you around so you were facing him. "well, whatever you're trying to do, it's working. I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." "wait, is it because I'm making you uncomfortable?" he went silent for a moment. ".... you could say that." "I'll... just put them back on then. sorry. it's just that your room is really hot and-" "can I kiss you?" you blinked in disbelief. "can you what?" "kiss you" he answered without a beat. you spluttered some more as he slowly leaned it, asking for permission, silently this time. you nodded and closed your eyes. sparks flew as his lips moved against your own and you finally understood what he'd meant when he said "I like you". kageyama tobio was head over heels in love with you, and you hadn't a clue. until now. the two of you broke apart. "...can we... do that again?" he asked brazenly. you leaned forward again in reply.

akaashi keiji akaashi would rather die than confess to you the things he woke up at night fantasizing about. you'd likely be especially mortified if you discovered that one of your most embarrassing mishaps was on a frequent replay in akaashi's brain when he fell asleep. he was supposed to be a gentleman, not some gross pervert that looked at one of his best friends like... that. but since it was all in his dreams, it was impossible to "turn off" no matter how many times he tried to think about something else before he went to sleep. and so, let's recall The Incident shall we? he had come to your house late at night and knocked at the door, fully expecting to see you up and awake as it was the early evening. to his surprise, however, you answered the door groggily, eyes still bleary from exhaustion and sleep. the way you looked would be forever ingrained in his mind. you were blinking back the remnants of sleep, wearing one of his shirts. it hung low on you, but not low enough to cover your supple legs and the white panties that peeked out below the hem line of his shirt. you hadn't noticed yet, either. "... what d' ya need...?" you asked tiredly, rubbing your eye. akaashi swallowed harshly, his brain turned into complete mush. "uhh.. uhh...." goddamnit, MOVE YOUR EYES BACK UP TO HER FACE. were her legs always that long? STOP. when he still hadn't answered, you followed his gaze down to your lower half. he still remembers the succession of events as follows: you blushed, stammered, and then slammed the door in his face. you didn't talk to him for a week. after, you finally awkwardly explained that you sleep without your pants on and that you didn't realize you hadn't put anything on when you answered the door because you were so tired. it sucked that you ignored him. and even that you explained yourself. because all it did was bring those... memories... right back to the forefront of his mind. whenever he saw you in the hall and you'd flush and look away, he was immediately brought back to the sight of your bare legs. when you stumbled through your explanation, his mind reeled back to those white panties. and he hated it. what kind of friend looks at their friend that way? but he knew in his heart that what he was feeling for you was beyond sexual attraction when, in his dreams, you smiled at him. and told him you loved him. and so, what if he dreamt a little longer? hopefully you'd forgive him. and maybe someday he could tell you how you made him feel...

[bnha-headcanonss]

Today got so, so much weirder

Bakugo one-shot. Super light. Hopefully sweet? Idk I don’t write this type of stuff. Apologies for any typos or confusing bits. It’s 4 am. I have not slept.

Slight swearing (expected)

Word count: 1875

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I woke up, sun shining into my eyes first thing. Basically blinded as soon as I wake up, on top of that, I’m going to be late, lovely start to the day!

I get up, get dressed in my uniform, and leave for school.

“Honey what about breakfast??” Mom calls out after me.

“I’m going to be late if I stay any longer! I’ll pick something up on the way, love you!” I yelled while speeding out the door.

I hear a faint “I love you too!” As I slam the door shut and make my way down the street.

“Stop walking so fast will you?!”

Bakugo and I haven’t always been close, he’s got an explosive personality, quite the temper on him. After both of us getting into UA and finding out we were in the same class, we grew closer. Originally it was banter back and forth and absolutely kicking each others ass in matches. Basically wiping the floor with each other.

He’s got this explosion quirk which goes hand-in-hand with his personality and I have a time shift quirk. I use it a lot to dodge others attacks and find way to make their attacks blow up in their own face, in his case, literally. And he hates it.

After our back and forth harsh banter that went on for months, it turned more playful. Eventually we just became each others closest friend. And I’d hate to admit it, it’s been kind of nice. Over time I developed a small crush for him. Nothing too major. But just underneath all the anger and aggression, and ego, he’s not half bad.

“My apologies your highness.” I did a stupid little curtsy and he attempted to push me down. I grabbed onto his arm so his attempt failed. Still funny though.

“What’re you doing out here so late? Usually you’re early.” I questioned. Being late or barely on time was my thing, not so much his.

“Somebody kept me up all night.” He gave me a dirty look.

“You were the one who didn’t want to go to sleep until you got a win. You just got to get better at the game.”

“I’ll blow your fucking face up, shut your mouth.” I burst out laughing. Bakugo sucks big time at Mortal Kombat. He wasn’t much for video games in general but he saw me watching an execution clip online and got interested, typical.

We reach the school and go on with our day. We don’t talk much in class, we sat and did our work. Lunch came and we ate together.

“Hey try this.” He proceeds to dump some green sauce on my food.

“What is it?” I questioned. Bakugo loves his spicy food, pretty on brand but I can’t stand it. I do not have the tastebuds strong enough for that like he does.

“It’s nothing too bad, it’s really good, I made it myself. Try it.” He demanded.

“If I burn myself, it’s on you.”

“Nah you’ll be fine. Go on.” He sits back. I already know how this is going to go, but he made it himself and I can’t say no to that.

As expected, it burned.

“Holy shit Bakugo, this burns so bad.” I’m up and looking for anything to drink but I finished my water a while ago and don’t have anything else. Meanwhile Bakugo is practically dying of laughter in his seat. I swear he’s got tears of joy forming and I’ve got tears related to death streaming down my face. Everything feels like it’s on fire.

“Here here, you’re causing a scene.” He hands me his water bottle and I start chugging.

“I don’t care.. if I cause anything.. that shit BURNS!” I manage between chugs of water. He breaks out into even more laughter.

He was right though, I am causing a scene. I sit back down and try to gain my composure.

“What is that stuff?”

He pulls out the unlabeled bottle and holds it up like an advertisement.

“Lord Explosion Murder hot sauce, available near you.” He’s got a giant grin on his face. You don’t see him smile much, even if it is artificial, it ties my stomach in a knot, that could also be the hot sauce.

“Oh my god you’re such a nerd.” I say with a stupid smile on my face, compensated by an eye roll.

“You find it funny so clearly you love this nerd. Wait- nevermind that sounded weird.”

“Yeah right, cool it hot shot.” I laugh and brush it off, I wouldn’t say love, but I think I definitely like that nerd? I have no idea.

He looked oddly vacant when I brushed it off though. There was no emotion, just stone faced. Completely changed the tone. Luckily the bell rang, we cleaned up and continued the rest of our school day.

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“Roof?” I approach his desk as the final bell for the day rings.

“Yeah let’s go.” He packs away his things and we make our way to the roof.

We’ve been coming up here a couple times a week since becoming friends, just to talk, watch the sun go down, watch a movie or something. It’s like a moment of peace for me. I think this is originally where I started developing feelings for him. It’s just us, there’s no playing an act or anything. We learned to be ourselves and I really like who he actually is.

“What’s it gonna be today?” He questions, pulling out his laptop and turning on his Apple TV application.

“Hmm. What’s on the list?”

We made a list of all the movies we think about but can’t watch at the moment.

“So far there’s 27 dresses, uh 13 going on 30, 10 things I hate about you, god what is up with all the romcoms? All girly shit.”

“You realize who you’re talking to dimwit? 10 things I hate about you.”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolls his eyes, turns on the movie and positions the laptop in front of us both. It’s a nice day. Not cold, no breeze, just nice, warm air. Quiet.

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I must’ve been more tired than I thought because I felt my eyes getting heavier and I’ve had to catch myself from falling forward once or twice. The movies only about half way done.

“Fucking loser.” He says.

“What?”

“You’re falling asleep.” Pointing out the obvious.

“No I’m not, I’m watching the movie.” Uh-huh..

“Right.” He pulls me towards him until my head hits his shoulder. This is different, Bakugo grew some balls or something. I don’t remember much else from there though.

I must’ve been really exhausted.

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I open my eyes to the night sky and Baby Driver playing on the laptop. I barely made it through 10 things I hate about you I guess. I’m still laying on his shoulder but I feel pressure on my head, it feels like his head. And I feel a hand on my waist. Is he asleep too?

“Hm.” I test.

“Finally, fucking nerd. You fell asleep.” He’s got that softer, sleepy voice. Maybe he was falling asleep. He lifts his head and moves his hand from my waist.

“Sorry, I guess today was not my day.” I laugh it off.

“Movie was good. Liked it. I put this on right after though and it’s almost over.”

“Baby Driver?”

“Yeah.” One of the first movies we watched up here. Only because he didn’t give me much of a choice, at all. It was good though, I liked it a lot more than I thought I would, I thought it was just a car movie at first.

“Let’s finish it then.” I offer.

“That was the plan. At least until you woke up.”

“Yeah yeah. Shut up and watch.”

“You’re one to talk.”

As the movie continued I could feel his arm snake around my waist again, right back to where it was before. We haven’t moved otherwise. I’m still really close to him, I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it’s a lot. I can’t necessarily complain though. Realistically, who would?

The movie finished and we pack up to go home. It started getting colder as the time passed and neither of us had a jacket. The school issued skirt for my uniform was killing me at this point.

I let him rant on about the movie I picked the whole way home. It sounds like he liked it. He really liked the main character because she wasn’t like all the other main characters who are all boy crazy.

“She kind of reminds me of you.” He says. I take that as an absolute win. I love Kat so much. She’s the main reason I watched the movie in the first place.

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Despite the fact that I’ve never fallen asleep on him like that before, nothing was weird. Nothing felt weird. Today was a weird day, don’t get me wrong but that was the most normal feeling part, and it was the most not-normal. I’m confusing myself.

We reach my apartment complex which is a couple streets away from his house and we make our way up the stairs.

“Again tomorrow?” He suggests. Or demands? No clue at this point.

“Tomorrow? Theres no school tomorrow?”

“You come over to my place. We’ll rewatch your movie so you can finish it this time and we can pick another one from the stupid list. Yeah?”

Me go over to his place? Today got so much weirder in just 30 seconds.

“You know, that sounds nice. See you around 1?”

“Yup. Don’t be Late.”

“I’ll try not to,” I start to walk towards my door.

“I’ll kill you if you are!” He’s still just standing there, you can practically hear his smile. You know how you sound different when your lips are upturned, yeah, that.

“You won’t do shit.” I laugh and pull out my keys.

I feel a tug on my arm and I’m met face to face with Bakugo. He grabs my face with his hands and suddenly his lips meet mine.

His hands lay either side of my jaw, thumbs on my cheek, holding my head up towards him. His lips are soft, he’s gentle. I practically melt into the kiss.

He pulls away, we lock eyes for just a couple seconds before he turns around to leave. His face was red. I feel red. I feel hot, and confused. My stomach did flips.

He did shit- not the shit I was referring to, but holy shit, he did shit. What.

“1 pm, don’t, be late,” he emphasized the don’t.

“I won’t.” I say, in utter disbelief. I see a small smile creep up on his lips before he’s out of sight.

What the fuck just happened?

Today got so, so much weirder.

[spacehostilityy]

A list of nnt "headcanons" that's actually me just blatantly denying canon bc nakaba is only getting weirder with 4kota so I am revoking his rights

Ban is still immortal. I'll be damned if he ages at human pace while his son, wife, best friend, and teammates outlive him. Also it's just too badass to throw away conceptually

Elizabeth is much more similar to her goddess/Liz personality after her memories/revival

Merlin isn't evil, Arthur isn't evil, neither of them care/know about chaos. Yeah. Straight denial of the main 4kota plotline. Yea.

I just rlly love merlin and I dislike this characterization

Escanor's alive. Bc I like him. He's a good kid. Maybe he and Merlin can be together as a treat for them both

Meliodas and Elizabeth (and Zeldris) were pretty young when they were cursed/sealed and are going to look older in a century or two. They're straight up just babies frozen in time and they'll look older than like 15 soon enough

Elaine too. She can still be short and petite and have short hair but like... just age up her face a bit damn

The sins waited (much) longer to have kids, are actually good parents, and raise their kids together - they overall stay together bc why have found family just to break them apart in the end, that's dumb

This is canon but never utilized but Elizabeth is just powerful as fuck and will use her powers bc she's a bad ass

Ban and Meliodas have fucked. This is not particularly important and is technically canon compliant but like... come on... they're too boyfriend coded to have not fucked in the long years in which both of their loves were dead/a child. They fucked.

Jericho doesn't have a character assassination and settles down with a lesbian lover. Maybe Guila. But is family to Ban. And is def not a p*do with his son. Because what the actual fuck

Howzer (best boy) gets bitches. Maybe Guila. Maybe they're in a throuple. Idk. But I want him to find love

Dreyfus and Hendy (also best boy) are gay. Again, this one feels low key canon compliant. But yeah, they're dating

Tristan is proud of both his demon and goddess heritage, or at least he and Meliodas are on journeys of self acceptance together bc they're bad ass and I love them, especially as demons

Hawk Mama is still a weirdly goated mystery pig. Just kinda chaotic neutral being who just rlly likes being in the ground and having a bar on her back. Also Cath isn't fucking evil. I miss Cath

Okay that's all I can think of for now. But yeah. I am fucking delusional so I truly believe all of these things. They're canon. I'll add more as I think of them

[scho17]

Jalim DBH AU

Jason, a battle bot who's become just a little too conscious about what he's been told do - the woman with the groceries - he doesn't shoot - they flag him down as possibly faulty and then after that they're just looking for any reason to shoot Jason down into a junkyard. Maybe they send him on an op, practically a suicide run for anyone else and damnit its suicide for him too even if he don't completely realize it.

He gets damaged. Not no easy fix, not no little scratch he's - well fuck, he's busted. Some part of him in a near constant short circuit. Fried. It makes him forgetful of what he's done and why he's done it. They don't attenpt to fix him or his memory problem, they dont even wipe it out, they ain't got to. He won't be their problem much longer. They pop his back plate open and slip out his power core. They didn't even have the decency to tell him.

Jason gets discharged. Retired. However they wanna spin it but all the same they boot him to the curb.

They sell him as is. Auctioning him off and if Jason could understand what the hell he was feeling maybe he'd call it relief. Or maybe its betrayal. He doesn't really know yet.

Anyhow, he ends up on Salim's slab. Salim is a tinkerer of sorts, does repairs for a living and Jason seems intriguing. Military models are never really available for the public market and most are just destroyed or are too damaged to take on. Some wealthy folk like to keep fixed up ones as body guards and with any luck the model Salim's just bought will be a bang for his buck.

yada yada yada, that doesnt really happen. The second Jason comes online again with the help of a new power core its like waking from a nightmare and if he were anything alive his hackles would raise, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead and his breath would leave his chest heaving. But he isn't. All the same fight or flight gets activated. He's practically snarling like a wild dog, he's in a unfamiliar layout in a new place with what ought to be a graveyard of android parts.

and Salim really does his best to help - to explain. Which maybe this is weirder on his end cause 'good god this android is actually reacting and oh god am I going to die here? stupid auction'. it's kinda funny from an outside view and also kinda not.

Jason calms down enough and then boom 'nother short circuit. It makes him draw a blank. Forgets what happened in the past 5 to 15 minutes. Salim really didn't anticipate this. How could he? They go through the motions again, introductions, some part of Jason has realized that Salim isn't a threat, so at least this time they're meetings not as hostile.

Salim wants to understand Jason - he's some type of conscious and he's got his issues. they end up as some sorta flatmates. idk maybe we get a whole domestic Jason w memory issues arc. its kinda cute, really sad sometimes because he doesnt understand whats happening to him or why. Just that the very reason for his lifes purpose ain't in his grasp no more. He feels kind of pathetic somedays, becomes more of a homemaker than a soldier. Salim says it isn't bad. it's- it's not.

Maybe he picks up hobbies, starts reading, learning of the world he's missed out on. How the moral ideals of the masses clash with the values that were instilled in him. fucking cable TV. its kinda funny, kinda not.

Salim fixes him up. The memories come back in nightmares while he's booted down. Memory files drawn to the front of his mind all corrupted. It takes a long while for Jason to be alright. Salim worrys, notices him - of all things - stress baking. Jason talks about Nana Kolchek and her recipies and they both know she don't really exist. That it's part of the program they built into Jason to help him seem more human, more relatable to other soldiers. They don't talk about that aspect of it.

At some point Jason realizes Salim is going to sell him. Or at least intended to when he was bought at the auction. It hits him like a humvee going 80. Has a whole "was any of it ever real?" moment.

Jason has a little crisis and still somehow can't really unconvince himself that it won't happen. So he rips the bandaid off and flat out asks. Salim looks at him with that kind of expression people save for kicked puppies and the like. Some type of emotion in his eyes that Jason just doesn't know how to understand. It's too much. Jason looks away with a frown.

Salim pulls his hand into Jason's and squeezes once, cold metal against warm skin. Salim isn't selling Jason.

Heart to Heart.

Eventually Jason meets Zain. Zain looks at him quizzically, like he's just tryna wrap his head around something and he just dont quite get it. Zain says that his dad talks about him a lot, that he seems happier, less lonely, gives Jason the shovel talk. The works. Which Jason thinks is bizzare because he isn't even romantically involved with Salim.

and then he thinks,

thinks on it real hard and

oh,

oh.

He might be.

Right then and there, it dawns on Jason that, yes, they've been practically dating for a long while now. He cooks, cleans, asks Salim about his day, nags when he leaves his shoes crowded and piled in the door way, notes his likes and dislikes, holds him when he needs it, takes care of him and vice versa, they hook their legs together underneath the dinner table, they even do that looking into eachothers eyes lovingly thing and he just didn't realize thats what it was.

Zain is delighted with Jason's new found revelation. He helps Jason get flowers and chocolates, even gets a little card, it's real cute.

And Jason for as much as you'd think him as level headed really isn't too good at keeping a cool on it. He's flustered. Hands over the sweets, flowers and card like a kid with his first crush and shit, yeah, in a way yes, thats exactly what this is. a little bit. its kinda funny. kinda. There's even music on in the background because Jason just doesn't know how to miss.

They kiss. Salim tastes like chocolate.

[godzillabreath]

Clone High S2 thoughts

Discussion/spoilers (if you can spoil a situational comedy lol) under the cut

I first watched the original Clone High when I was in high school, so it’s a little wild to be watching and getting really invested in season 2 15 years later. It’s something I probably never even considered at the time.

I rewatched the first season recently as well, so I would have some context for going into the second season after so long. And the first season is still reliably so funny, so sharp and biting in its commentary. I feel like there is not a single joke that doesn’t still land today. The characters are so hyperbolic and chaotic that every scene is fresh and you never know what to expect from the plot. The geometry of the character design and the backdrops are simple but so effective and stylish, too. Season 1 really is just a good comedy you can watch again and again, and every character contributes to the laughs and momentum of the episodes. Gandhi is especially missed, and I think you can really feel his absence in Season 2 ),:

Okay, so Season 2. I’m gonna be upfront, I don’t think it is written very well. It feels very much like a fan facsimile of the original biting humor. I think I only laughed at a handful of jokes over the course of the entire season, which was definitely disappointing. It falls into the trap that so many reboot adult cartoons fall into in that it devotes so much of its time to rehashing cancel culture and social media as buzzwords, but not actually saying anything interesting or meaningful about them. The show no longer pulls from teen media tropes and contemporary television drams to inform its over-the-top “melancholy adolescent” humor. It feels like the extent of what they brought to the table was “Tiktok exists, isn’t that funny” and “you can’t be problematic!!!!” humor, but without really exploring the ludicrousness and the discourse cycle of the modern internet. It very much feels like the writers didn’t know the topics firsthand, but still wanted to comment on them in a shallow and cursory way. 

Let’s look at the new characters they added. Frida has an incredible design and conceptually I adore her. A mellow artist that skateboards and is hugely gay? All right, I love that. I wish there was a little more to her, though. I wanted to see more of the hyperbolic personality traits that each original character had in season 1. Make her outlandish, make her weirder with regards to her art, I don’t know, you could have gone in so many directions. I just wanted to see MORE.

 And this is an issue I have with all of the new characters and even to some extent the returning characters. I feel like Joan especially lost her weirdness and her edge in the reboot, with only the end scene of her freaking out and sabotaging her friends being something fun and true to her vindictive streak that she had in the original season. Confucius feels like he adds nothing to the plot other than to inform JFK and the audience that the internet exists. He should have been a bombastically internet-addicted clout goblin, constantly cutting content, and as he is now, he’s just falling extremely flat. I wanted the writers to crank the dial to 11 with Harriet and really explore her fear of being incredibly basic, like maybe she has Live Laugh Love text art in her room or her favorite tv show is the Office, idk, but as is she just seems like a Normal, Nice Person. Which is Fine, but it doesn’t make for great comedy. 

Topher is the only character I feel really channels the chaotic core of the original Clone High season, and he’s not even there for many scenes. I love the idea of a manipulative little mentally ill Redditor whelp. It’s relatable, it works well in commenting on modern internet culture, it’s freaky, I like it. I’m surprised they didn’t have Confucius and Topher interacting more because they both are chronically online and I feel like there is so much potential there.

I guess my takeaway opinion is that I’d like to see them amp up the personality of each of the characters by like 200%. And it’s a little late for this now, but I wish they’d have done more of a slow burn on Cleo and Frida’s relationship. It would’ve been cool to see Cleo contending with the fact that she wasn’t the most popular girl in school anymore and what kind of schism that would have created between her and Frida initially. More of an enemies to lovers dynamic would have been fun. 

So those are my thoughts. I could have gone on longer, but... I think this is already getting too long haha. I think I feel so opinionated on it because I can really see the latent stellar potential in the characters, and with a few exceptions, they all feel so underutilized in this season. 

Looking forward to season 3+ to see what they do next, though! 

[ggren-mainz]

Umineko - question arcs playthrough -> ep 2 - 5

last part - All parts and episodes - next part

My gf almost finished the play and she actually thinks its good, yay! I also found subtitles for the second ep as well so yay.

hmm so that's what kinzo wants? to capture Beatrice in a 'cage'? that would check out, especially with his personality.

"ouuuuughhhh beeaaattrriiiiceee plsss comee seee meee agaaainn" *puts anti Beatrice charm right at the door *

helll yeeaaa so true beato. Beat that old man into oblivion.

you ever read something and think to yourself "wow...this is def a metaphor for something....too bad idk what that something is"? Well anyways this can be taken as a metaphor for many things, it's a pretty simple concept. Waited for their death (release?) for so long but they got the taste of happiness and life and now they no longer wish for it. 13y old me vs adult me or something.

Does this imply that Shannon will be the killer this time and that Kanon was the killer last time? Not the killer of everyone that's for sure, but i mean the first 6. As in he fell victim into her game the first time round and did her work? But it wouldn't make sense for him to kill shannon. Tho i am like 80% sure he was the one who broke the mirror the first time.

BITE IT KANON, BITE IT!!!

Higurashi ch 8 moment. (though could it mean he's not the piece that will be used this round? i don't think it's a protagonist thing, we clearly had multiple till now.)

He would be an amazing flat earther/anti-vaxxer. Those facebook posts would slap.

Me omw to explain how mass paranoia and mass hallucinations are actually the answer to anything she brings out, and actually kinzo just poisons everyone with hallucinogenic gas (that also turns everyone gay because of the...woke.)

Is this how the witch's portrait looks this time around?? And also, Beatrice so great she broke my game again, thank god i just saved.

dw about it, she'll just come and say everything (including your lives) is hers. Easy peasy. (feat my mousepad barely scribbled names of the ones talking)

she wants your hearts ( ^ 3 ^) (on a silver platter)

wait wait wait,...wait. I only realized 3 lines later but I know this refers to the proof of how she's related to them but this def relates to the witch and magic stuff as well. Too much accent has been put on it. hm. So then if nothing that's shown to us here is definite proof, then what is? does this say we need to read between the lines? it would help a shit ton, especially to toss away the random acts of magic, but i feel like that's the wrong approach. That's he one Battler took, and we all know he is not the brightest. But for now, we should keep this in mind. It's not that what we see here isn't real, or we can just toss it away, it's just that it's not the truth. (yes i know one spoiler about all the red text being true, idk what that means tho with this new revelation i think i get what it will mean, but mostly i just wanted this text to look cool lmao)

Omggg so she has met Beatrice before!! yaaayyy.

There's so many choices and they all sound like the wrong one. They were both doomed from the start, doomed by the narrative or something.

1- lol as if, the golden witch has chosen you as a sacrifice once, she will do it again. And 2- hm is Genji somehow working with the witch? Like i just thought about it, and it would make quite some sense.

Sent my gf the jp text cause I don't get it. What does this mean? is this a pun? Like ok i get it, she's doesn't look like Kanon but like...there isn't really that much of a similarity. Does she mean "you don't act like kanon"? That's the only thing that would make sense to me.

(ok asked my gf and now it's even weirder because she confirmed the verb after means she's referring to them looks wise. Which is...? because they don't really look alike. So yeah...i think I'm sitting too much on one line)

oh she fr for this one.

woah woah woah, what does this mean? But she sure is way cooler this time around. Go shannon go!!

let's put it simply Beatrice...which one is it... mommy or daddy issues? Mayhaps both?

wow just like with a kindergarten kid. No but I'm loving this Sayo, pls don't get killedddd.

So the rest serve dinner but Kirye asks about Beatrice and chaos falls upon the entire room, as obviously no one from that room invited her. They fight a bit but my issue is... ROSA DIDN'T READ THE LETTERR!!

i am so annoyed at that, i was hoping Maria would pressure her but no apparently. Maybe she'll read it with the adults but still. The kids deserve to hear.

next part

[toytle]

oc tag game

stolen from @faemothra!

favorite oc: adri or dayta (they have sm in common that it’s uncanny, but what’s even weirder is that sam was the one to invent adri, so all that shit was pure coincidence. us when our ocs are the unwilling heirs to the ceo throne of Evil Sci-Fi Corp and have parent issues and belong in a set of twins, of which one runs away, and engineer experiments on themselves and exist as anachronisms at the points that their stories take place. ALSO BISEXUAL?? what a specific trope…)

newest oc: chickadee aka kadee for a dnd campaign i joined! (yes it’s exactly what it looks like)

oldest oc: rainbow girl (created when i was 7, no art remains but imagine kinda like this)

meanest oc: ada v1 or ai (no longer in use)

softest oc: idk how to measure this. joel ig? bc he’s like 7

dumbest oc: hibi (i don’t think i ever established them as “dumb” but tbh i never wrote a single thought in that head)

smartest oc: adri, pft whatta nerd

oc i’d probably be friends with: meta for sure! i feel like we’d have hours and hours of conversation abt nothing. shame i couldn’t fit him into the fave portion, he’s honestly top 3 for me. meta nation rise up‼️

tagging @1percentcharge and @forvalaka (if you want!), as well as anyone else that wants to do this! i’d love to see everyone’s ocs :]

[howdy-is-canon]

I need to get a shower at 4:40 in the afternoon but also I had a minor lightbulb moment but I don't know if it makes any sense so I'm feeling it out:

so Howard doesn't readily talk to Carolyn about Andy, pretty much ever since they broke up because she brought up Andy in that conversation, so it's a touchy subject lol, but like always in these situations, the longer time goes on, the weirder it is not to mention it, so I'm like, at one point Howard surely has to say something like. Oh they're moving in together. They got a dog. They're getting married. Surely either Howard has to say something, sometime, or Carolyn has to find out some other way. Which ok Howard's an idiot if he thinks oh yeah my ex girlfriend who I can't bring myself to talk to about one of the most important people in my life with whom I'm making major life decisions, yes me and Carolyn are Friends. But like I think in reality it's this thing that's been slowly dwindling and he doesn't really know why they still talk cuz she knows nothing about his current life lol. Tom is that you. But anyway I feel like she sees something on like, idk, Stan's or Ciara's Instagram or something, and it's like, there's a photo with Howard and Andy in it, and it's clearly a family gathering, and she's like WHAT cuz probably she didn't even know they still knew each other lol and leaps to the conclusion that he IS gay and he DID leave her for someone else. Which ... Ok it's weird cause what does Howard even talk to her about if he never brings up Andy lol. Probably nothing much and it comes to be pretty one sided and maybe they're already not talking anymore by the time Andy and Howard move in together or anything serious like that. That makes it less weird lol. But also means what does she like, start a fight over text out of the blue like WOW HOW COULD YOU when in previous canon I had it that she has a long term boyfriend and then husband and a little son. So I'm like does she just happen to see it and Not say anything to Howard and thus there's no drama. Wait no it makes sense I THINK because it just has to be when Howard and Andy are at a family gathering, which can be as early as like 6 months to a year into their relationship. I don't know how long is between Howard and Carolyn breaking up and Howard and Andy being a thing cuz it's so gradual and not clearly defined, but that doesn't mean Andy's not still invited to Howard's uncle's barbecue lol. And probably SHE has been invited to Howard's uncle's barbecue before...... DRAMA.... I was born to write a long running sitcom. Anyway so it can be pretty early on and before she's in any other relationship and could still understandably be upset or annoyed with Howard and send him an angry text lol. I wanna know what THAT conversation looks like. Later

[bthump]

idk if you've heard yet, but the newest chapter was leaked!

(ok apparently posting links in asks have gotten weirder ugh)

Ty for letting me know! What are your thoughts on it, if you feel like posting about it?

Here's the link for anyone else who hasn't seen it yet

And my thoughts and a couple more asks under the cut, ty for the asks!

Anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the latest chapter? It was centred around Casca. Also idk if you already knew but there’s another chapter coming out a month from now. Which is kinda insane for berserk lol

Yeah I'm glad we're gonna get another string of chapters instead of just occasional chapters in isolation.

And my thoughts are: whatever lol.

Like, it's basically what I expected. The magic-induced stupor Casca's in is both boring and shitty for people who wanted Casca to exist as a character, but for me it's also reassuring in that it prevents most things I don't want to happen from happening lol, and it keeps Casca's trauma and big emotions on ice for a while longer because I'm still hoping for the behelit to be hers. If Casca's a full character then I risk disappointment with how her trauma is handled and what she chooses to do. If she's a drugged up damsel in distress who occasionally wakes up enough to punch a guard then I don't have to care, basically. Cool, go through the motions, I'm not invested in this part of the story so idgaf. Sucks to be Casca, same as it ever was.

She's finally got an animal association, and yk, I don't mind it. I can roll with raven for her. (plsplspls say it's laying the foundation for her apostle form pls)

I would like to imagine there's some meaning to be gleaned from Danann putting Casca in a dress to go see Guts and Casca wearing a kind of similar dress here in Falconia (feathers, head-piece) but probably the only throughline is Casca not getting to choose her own clothes/highlighting that she prefers to wear pants.

The moment she wakes up was mildly interesting, I'm glad the memories were of Farnese and co even if she did start fretting about Guts lol. There's a subtle zig-zag pattern in the last drop of water before she wakes up and starts fighting guards:

Which may be absolutey nothing, but made me think of the Beast of Darkness and gives me hope for Casca's inner darkness.

Anonymous asked:

I’m sorry bthump but after ch372 it seems like the story is indeed heading in the direction of Gutsca being endgame and Griffith being this manipulative machiavellian emotionless type villain, that last panel of him looks so exaggeratedly evil

Idk, I mean we already knew Casca still has ~feelings~ for Guts, it's not surprising to me that she'd dream about being carried away from him and think about him. It's not great, but it didn't majorly disappoint me or fill me with dread. If anything it makes Guts' sword obsession even funnier lol. Talk about emotional one-sidedness.

And rather than feeling terribly romantic, that moment when she fights the guards and thinks that she has to get back to Guts or he'll... makes me think she's anticipating Guts walking into a trap to rescue her, which, yk, is probably what's going to happen lol, unless this sword crisis resolves in a way that gives Guts an upper hand/a better plan B. But again, it's not surprising, the only thing I'm really curious about is what's going to happen when Guts gets here.

Though it does make me a little concerned that enough time has passed during this chapter that we're skipping over Guts' side of the story for a while and he might actually show up soon? We left his story on a cliffhanger so I feel like that would be stupid, and when I read the chapter I parsed it as like, Casca's first day as a damsel, but upon re-reading it's more likely one day in the life after days/weeks/months, so who knows?

And Griffith's cartoonish evil smile is dumb but I don't care honestly, I already got over it last chapter which also ended with an evil grin lmao. I know Miura would draw him with an ambiguously neutral expression so I just substitute my own in. I don't think it's a sign that he's going to be a 2 dimensional cackling villian, though frankly if he is I'd still chalk that up to non-Miura writing lacking all nuance and subtlety. What I imagine is in the future for Griffith though is more evil smiles, some Guts taunting, and then like, a crumbling of the facade in a moment of truth. It's just that the facade is no longer mildly neutral it's smug sinister evil because the new crew can't draw him.

Though man I read your ask while I was still at work before I could read the actual chapter and I was like 😟. But also I appreciate it lol bc you gave me the chance to brace myself for the worst, so I ended up pretty neutral on this chapter rather than disappointed.

I see a lot of people very annoyed with this chapter (and the continuation as a whole), and like, I get it because it objectively largely sucks lmao, but idk, I guess I have very low expectations for the continuation of Berserk comparatively. I'm no longer here for a good emotional story, I'm here to find out how it ends. I'm reading the cliffnotes version as far as I'm concerned, just scanning it for clues that point towards my desired ending.

[tathrin]

gigolas for the "send me a ship" meme?

...I don't think I've posted anything like that? Certainly not recently enough that I have any idea what you're talking about anon, I'm so sorry. This is the most recent thing that anyone I follow has posted that fits that criteria, so that's what I'm going to respond using because idk where else to go looking for something to use. If you're looking for a response to something else please send me a link or a more specific tag so I can find it?

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter

Legolas seems the obvious choice for the hunter motif with the archery and forest stuff, but tbh I think I'd rather go the other way on this one because Mirkwood = great place for cryptids and monsters. So we'll have Gimli be the monster hunter, and he can still use his axes (silver-tipped of course) only of course he's always been more thoughtful and poetic than just any old hunter, so it doesn't take him long to realize that there's more going on than it seems when he walks into that little village in Dale. Seems like the werewolf that's been "terrorizing" them only started doing so when they went after him first, and this weird skittish feral creature doesn't seem like he actually enjoys hurting people — although oh boy will he if he gets pushed to it, as Gimli discovers when he accidentally stumbles on the real source of the problems in Dale that the shy werewolf was being scapegoated for. All of a sudden there's a wolf between him and the biggest fucking spider he's ever seen and it's snarling and oh shit. Oh shit, he has feelings now. Gimli's uncles are never going to let him live this down.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman

Yeah I feel like if there's a "weird creature" involved, then the weird creature is going to have to be Legolas, sorry to be repetitive. But. Gimli is just trying to mind his own business and have a simple, ordinary life on the shore, and this fucking fish-man keeps popping-up to pester him and sing and oh my gods does he ever stop singing? And when did Gimli start liking the damn songs? Capsizing during the storm is entirely Legolas's fault, because if Gimli hadn't been so damn distracted by all the fucking songs and flirting he wouldn't have been so behind on his catch that he'd have gone out in that weather, so getting saved by the damn fish is just what Legolas owes him for creating this situation in the first place, really. (Anyway surely there's a better way to keep someone from drowning then giving them air via kisses, right!?) Dammit. His uncles are never going to let him live this down.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar

Okay and this time we're going to reverse things, and Legolas isn't the weird creature...he's the weirder witch. The witch in the woods, people call him, but they say it in a very different tone than the one they use when they talk about the witch in the other woods, the pretty light-dappled one with the golden leaves. People are so judgemental about things like growth so thick no light gets through, and fungus growing up the sides of your cottage, and spiderwebs thick enough to spin cloth from, and rivers that put you to sleep for three days...and, well, the spiders can be a problem, yes, but only because their natural predators have been hunted nearly to extinction. So they're running rampant, and it's not good for the balance of the forest, so they have to be culled now and then or it's going to throw the whole ecosystem completely out of balance. It's not Legolas's fault that the old book he found for Spider's Bane was damaged in a fire sometime during the previous witch's tenure, and that part of the instructions were unreadable. He thought he was just going to summon a few magical stone-bears who would eat some of the spiders. He didn't realize he was binding himself to a familiar...or that said familiar would start looking less and less like a bear and more and more like a person the longer he was there. He certainly didn't realize that the stone-bear was doing it on purpose, because it had taken a fancy to Legolas. It was supposed to be a semi-sentient magical construct, not a...not a person! With feelings, and thoughts, and the ability to tailor its own shape to suit its whims (it wasn't even supposed to have whims!), and the most fantastic beard that Legolas has ever seen...

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict

Gimli is quite happy working at the coffee shop, thank you very much everyone who thinks it's funny to make jokes about his English Degree In Coffee ha ha. The owner is nicely chill (all the weed probably contributes) even when Gimli has to get curt with problem customers. He gets to work on his novel in between busy periods, and most of the really annoying would-be-customers go to the corporate shop down the street instead of this hole-in-the-wall that serves real coffee, thank you. Of course, the owner also seems to know veritable tons of the weirdest people, including Gimli's own uncles (how old is he, anyway?) which he didn't discover until after he'd been working there for six months and Fili came in shouting "Yo, Gandalf, how's the rugrat doing?" and embarrassing him half to death, thanks. Honestly it would be a perfect job if it wasn't for that weird-ass perky blonde who drinks way more caffeine than can possibly be healthy even before he covers it in twenty ounces of whipped cream and sprinkles, ugh. He's in there all the time, so much so that Gimli forgot he was there when he started muttering plot-points out loud, which blondie apparently decided to treat as story-time, and now he comes in every day asking for the next section and sure, it's helping Gimli actually get the damn thing written if only to stop blondie from pestering him, but he's pretty sure he's going to strangle him in a month and even Gandalf isn't a chill enough boss to be chill with that, Gimli is pretty sure, and...and then he gets just the worst rejection letter from that poetry zine, and he can't stop crying at the counter, and suddenly blondie is hugging him and offering to "show the editors the error of their ways, no really it's gotta be fixed if they rejected you because your stuff is so good, Gimli! And that's not okay. I'll get some of my pals, we'll ride over and explain things to them and—" and the kiss didn't mean anything, Gimli was just sad and confused and tired, and now blondie's bringing him flowers when he comes in, what the fuck—?

who’s the professor and who’s the TA

I think I'm skipping this one because I'm not a fan of the power-dynamics here, sorry. I'm sure lots of people have written lovely fics with this sort of premise that manage to find a way to balance them (or to lean-in on the power-imbalance taboo) but I'm gonna. skip it. sorry.

I think having them be professors of rival departments would be lovely, though. So substitute that, there we go.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)

Maybe I'm getting lazy at this point, but I'm just going to go with Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and Gimli son of Glóin, noble knight of Erebor. There have always been monsters in those woods, but they were little things that could be dealt with relatively easily as long as one knew the proper techniques and took the proper precautions. (Gimli had never seen a castle with anti-spider fire-netting before. It was...unsettling, to say the least.) But then bigger, nastier things started being sighted. Then rumors spread of some sort of witch, some sort of Necromancer, lurking in the forest, likely in the ruined tower in the south. The queen took a company of soldiers to investigate, and never came home. Distraught, King Thranduil forbid any of his people from going near it—but the monsters kept coming, kept getting worse. So he put out a call for knights and battle-wizards, and knowing the riches of the Woodland Kingdom, many came.

Not many Dwarven Knights were interested, there being too many years of bad-blood between their people and the elves, but Gimli was young and eager to prove himself. He figured that he would be able to easily dispatch whatever monster had the flighty, feckless elves in a tither, and take his renown and his treasure home in a fortnight or so. The sight of so many warriors returning bloody and reeling, or not returning at all, was disquieting...but Gimli was young, and bold, and once the elvish prince accidentally insulted his honor and his courage there was no way he was going to turn tail and go home now, no sir! Of course, the prince was just frustrated because his father wouldn't allow him to risk his life going after the Necromancer himself, and lashing-out at Gimli because Gimli was unlucky enough to say the wrong thing at the wrong time—but it still happened, and it happened in front of the entire damn court as well as all the experienced warriors who'd come for their chance at the treasure and the glory too, and there's no way the story isn't going to get back to Gimli's uncles and they'll never let him hear the end of the time he got into a shouting-match like a child with a fucking elf-prince. Ugh. At this point, it would almost be a mercy if the Necromancer did kill him—but at least if Gimli's the one who does the job, he'll be able to reclaim at least some of his dignity. So he leaves early, hoping to beat the next round of knights to the tower by himself.

The last thing Gimli expected—or wanted—was for the fucking prince to follow him...!

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent

Tough, because I'm honestly struggling to see either of them as a parent, but I'm going to go with Gimli as the dad here. Probably for something between kindergarten and third grade; I feel like Legolas would be best suited as a teacher for little kids. He's got the optimism and the energy and the complete willingness to go sit in the mud puddle beside them and listen very seriously to their long and incoherent stories and act like he's understanding every word (and honestly he somehow probably is, he's like the Kid Whisperer). Gimli is still struggling to get little Moli to open-up to him two years after the kid's parents died and left their single nephew juggling sudden parenthood and shared grief. When Moli comes home from school not just smiling but chattering, Gimli thinks it's a miracle. The miracle turns out to have a name, and that's Legolas. Unfortunately, Gimli doesn't realize that until they've already ended up as PTA Enemies For Life over an argument so stupid that frankly Gimli can't even remember what it was. Something about jewelry and the dress code, he thinks? Ugh, Legolas might be great with kids but that's clearly his only skill. Whatever, Gimli can deal with him for one school year. Unfortunately, he has to deal with him all the time because Moli adores the asshole. Well, fine. Gimli can do this, for the kid. He can do this. It would be a lot easier if Legolas wasn't every bit as pretty as he is annoying, dammit...

who’s the writer and who’s the editor

Whoops I probably should have read through all these before I started writing them, huh? Already used the Gimli Is A Writer on the coffee shop one, oh well. Anyway: Gimli Silvertongue is obviously the writer, because his skill with word-smithing is literally canonical. So Legolas is the keen-eyed editor working for Mirkwood Publishing, and he falls in love with the author behind the novels long before ever meeting him in person, and he certainly didn't expect a short, hairy slab of muscle who looks like he does caber-tossing as a daily warm-up when he pictured the guy who wrote all these sweet, soaring, poetry-riddled stories, but. well, everyone says not to judge a book by its cover (although Legolas knows how important good cover design is, thank you, and always sulks a little over that saying because hello are you paying attention?) so maybe he shouldn't have been so caught off-guard when he failed to accurately judge the author by the interior...now he just needs to figure out to get un-tongue-tied enough that he can go talk to the guy whose over-use of semi-colons he's spent literally hours arguing over, shit.

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Anyway, I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted, anon. But thank you for sending it in (or...sending something in, at least, oops) because it actually ended up being a lot of fun to answer. Hopefully you enjoyed it too, whether it was what you were actually looking for or not! And if it wasn't, feel free to clarify what you were really after and I'll try again. Sorry!

[missyourflight]

director commentary for your fave parts of the fic where max paint his nails? what attracted you to that prompt in the first place? i love it so much!

ty for this! the prompt was about feminisation more generally but also mentioned max wearing clear nail polish and it was that that sent me feral - like the idea of daniel noticing something subtle like that, and then the contrast between max's neat shining nails and daniel's ragged ones. and it's only a short fic so that was all i needed to go on lol

Daniel sits on the couch in Max’s motorhome, watching Max paint his fingernails with clear polish, three careful strokes to each nail. neat and careful!

It’s still new, getting to see this, be like this with Max. Daniel’s trying to be careful about it; he doesn’t want to lose the car before he even starts to push. mixed feelings about this racing imagery but we move

Max’s wash bag is open on the couch between them intimate imo! and Daniel can see the other bottles tucked in there: a navy blue, a light pink. navy blue for team colours and pink for feminisation lol

He thinks about asking Max – but there’d be no point doing anything to Daniel’s nails, these days; he chews them up too quickly. not even letting himself think about it... cue the flashback (also daniel's poor chewed-up nails... stressy baby)

Once in high school, getting ready to go out to some gig, he’d painted them with a black polish he’d lifted from his sister’s room. teenage daniel and his wonky teeth and big poofy curls So important... in the last scene he buys his own black nail polish (when he's buying lube lol) and that's Growth baby

He’d held his hands up in front of him to look at them, sweatband on one skinny wrist he's a rock chick 😭. The left was pretty good, he thought, but he’d stuffed up the right, the black splotching all over his fingertips. He felt weirder and weirder the longer he looked at them, like they weren’t his own hands, his chest getting tight; in the end he’d found Michelle’s remover and taken it all off before he left the house, and he hadn’t tried anything like that again. trying the black nail polish bc it's somehow not as gay but it still being too much... putting the internalised homophobia in the internalised homophobia fest baby

He takes the two bottles of coloured polish out of Max’s wash bag now, weighing them in his hand. He’s never seen Max wear them; the idea of Max carrying them around, unopened, makes something ache in him, tender and fierce. he would Not think of it this way but he wants to show max the kindness he couldn't show himself

It isn’t careful, the feeling.

“Can I do your nails?” Daniel asks. “Like, with a colour?”

Max snorts. “Good one,” he says, screwing the lid back on the clear bottle.

Every race weekend, there are dozens of photos of Max, hands planted on his hips in his race suit, neat nails shining. this image is the fic cover art bc i am: obsessed w it

It’s – people would notice. It’s not like Alex, whose girlfriend posts videos of them painting each other’s nails, the Boyfriend Does My Manicure challenge Max showed him.

(“Why are you putting TikToks in my face,” Daniel had said, wrestling Max’s phone away and dropping it over the side of the bed, pinning him to the mattress as Max laughed up at him, his face creased with joy.) idk why i find this so funny... he's too old for tiktok... also i like "creased with joy"... they're in love

“I could do your toes,” Daniel says. “C’mon.” the foot stuff enjoyer has logged on... but also it's like secret and more easily hidden and like a baby step to the other thing

Max looks up at him; Daniel watches the decision play across his face. Sometimes when he looks at Max he wants to yell, the flicker of every thought and feeling is so obvious.

“Okay,” Max says finally.

Okay, then. “Which colour do you want?”

Daniel holds out his palm, the two bottles clinking together, pink and blue, and Max doesn’t even look, just says, “You can choose.” 🙃

Daniel pulls the little sock off Max’s foot, tosses it backwards over his shoulder for the huff of Max’s laugh. He pushes his thumb against Max’s instep and hears his breath quicken, watches the curl of his toes. little sock 😭 the laugh sliding into intimacy so quickly

He unscrews the lid of the pink bottle, draws out the brush thick with polish.

“You should wipe off some of the colour,” Max says, a little bossy, “so it does not go everywhere.”

“Noted,” Daniel says, hearing the stupid fondness in his voice.

With the first stroke he can see that the pink has a hint of iridescence, like the inside of a shell, something delicate and hidden. Tomorrow Max will be out on track, his pink painted nails beneath his race boots, a secret only the two of them know. i find max pov so much easier than daniel pov bc i can use very little figurative language lol.. idk if the shell imagery really works here but when people get it right with daniel it really hits... @boxboxlewis trapeze imagery you will always be famous 😭

Daniel paints slow stripes, trying to keep the colour neat and smooth. He messes up a couple of times, smears pink on his own thumb in his clumsy attempts to wipe away the excess. this image means that love is making him gay 💅

Max watches him quietly, hugging his knees, feet flat to the couch. being good and quiet... i'm Fine about it As soon as Daniel finishes he asks, “Can you do another coat?” i think transparent attempts to prolong a moment are very romantic actually... just wants to stay in the little bubble where they can paint each other's nails

It’s harder, this time, to keep his hand steady. Daniel can’t look at Max, focuses on his own bony fingers holding the brush, their raw-bitten nails. 😭

“It’s not very tidy,” he says when the second coat is done, and Max says, “I like it.” echoed a bit in the last scene where max offers to clean up his messy nails and daniel says he likes it

“We should wait for it to dry,” Daniel says, “before we –” and Max lets out a shaky breath, nodding.

“Blow,” he tells Daniel, his voice not quite steady.

Daniel smirks and says, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” this joke is too obvious but so are They but he does it, leaning forward to blow gently on Max’s pink-tipped toes, one hand on Max’s hairy ankle. Pretty, he thinks. Max’s eyes are wide, watching him. hairy legs are hot and so is the contrast with his dainty nails imo

“I actually don’t think that helped,” Daniel says after a minute, lol I like this beat the polish still tacky to the touch, and Max kicks his hand aside, surges forward to kiss him.

[desudog-gone]

Grrrbv ;'_';

Just saw a mutual who randomly blocked me (old blogs, i only saw them bc i moved sense then. Not purposfilly block evading) some months ago after we were really close (like, shared stuff personal with and gave free stuff on flight rising type of close) and it just. I can't feel fulfilled about it. Why. Like why did they do that. They didn't even like vague about me so I could tell what it was about. It just feels terrible. Usually I don't really feel this way about when people find it time to go, but it literally happened 100% randomly. Sometimes I consider asking them (of course, very consciously will make it sure I'm okay with any answer) because it really confuses me but I also just think that seems... childish? I don't know. I won't call it ableism but it kinda felt that way, just randomly blocking a very int disabled mutual and then doubling down on being buddy with the person who said I had the skills of a child among other statements that are just nasty over something that was nothing. It's just weird. It makes me feel really sad and sick inside and I just don't get it. I can let other stuff go idk why this one's so hard. Well I do, because I cared about them but was apparently overnight disposable? But it's happened before.

Idk. Hard to fight my fear of abandonment and issues trusting others when everyone I confide in either lashes out at me or wordlessly blocks me on every platform and every blog I've ever owned. I have a really hard time talking to people and trusting them these days. I kinda only talk in depth to ppl anymore 1 on 1 like on discord if I'm convinced I'm not the "weirder" one of us.. even mutuals I had and didn't block me just kinda faded away from me lately and it's just very uncomfortable and sad. Idk.

I really try not to feel like this or think like it but it keeps happening and i feel unsafe and upset. It makes me feel really sad. I just feel confused and sad. It makes me scared after I get vulnerable to others. I feel like I get retraumatized every few months. And I'm just too stupid to be allowed to be okay. I "have the conversational skills of a 5 year old." Its okay to not tell me why or when you leave, right? Insulting me for daring to sleep is okay because I'm too dumb to understand words right? Idk. I won't call it ableism. But I feel unsteady.

I really appreciate the freidns I have. The only problem always have. But I feel like I've been taught that no matter what I'm not worth appreciated. I just existed to make my mutuals laugh or to listen to their vents (but not mine) or to engage in their special interest (NEVER mine.) And when they get another friend I'm worthless idiot who can be thrown away. I don't belive that but it feels like people mean that...

I just wish I knew. I always wish I knew, I'm happier when people are meaner to me because I can process mean and angry to me. I can process that I know what it means and I can get over it but the quiet unannounced disappearance is bad and so scary and I think its worse because my disability. I'm sorry I can't tell. I can't tell when you started to hate me. But I'm never sorry that I was kind.

So many times I am worried now because I opened up. I regret it every time now. It's so scary. I regret ever opening my heart to people in dms about my joys or things that upset me it's so so scary when they hate me.

Sometimes it feels like everyone hates me. It's not true but I feel bad inside about people a lot.

I try not to look scared and I try to be brave for myself. Whenever it happens I get scared. Because I let people inside and it means they can hurt me once they decide I'm no longer valuable or human enough to be kind to.

And it like... everyone does.. ! It's not "I wont" it's "not for now".

I know they're talking about me. I know they want to hurt me if they haven't already.

I feel like talking is wading through MUD.

I want to love people stronger. I want to love people happy and confident.

Sometimes I forget not many people want this for me

[sunghun]

enhypen when you call them by their name

requested; yes :)

warnings; some cursing, brief mentions of food

note; i feel like its been so long since i've posted a reaction/headcanon 😭😭 idk whats up but i just haven't been in the best place mentally for a while now and i've been lacking in motivation to write pretty much anything lol :') hopefully i can get over this slump soon tho!

희승 - heeseung;

"hey heeseung could you hand me my phone?"

"yeah sure here you go"

on the outside he'll pretend nothings wrong

but on the inside....

mans is having a whole breakdown 😔😔

did he forget something?

or say something??

or do something???

WHAT DID HE DO

but ofc he wont say anything to u about it

so finally after like an hour of you calling him by his name and getting no reaction

you give up out of boredom

much to the relief of your poor boyfriend

“hey babe do you-“

let’s out the BIGGEST sigh

“oh thank goodness i thought you were mad at me”

“? no?? i was just seeing how would react lol”

…..

“are you kidding me 😐”

stormiiii u look like mommy baby

makes you promise to not do it again bc his heart can’t handle the stress </3

제이 - jay;

“so jay i was-“

“that’s not my name to you”

“jay could you-“

“no”

will straight up Not do anything for you if you do this to him

like fr there is nothing he hates more than you calling him by his name

hates it even more if you call him jongseong 😭

“jongseong~”

“you’re on thin fucking ice sweetheart”

oh yeah even tho you’re torturing him by using his government name

he’ll still call you the sweetest pet names in the book :)

but they’ll get progressively weirder the longer you do it

“hey jay”

“hey sugar”

“jay which do you like better?”

“idk cupcake it’s up to you”

“jay could you bring me some water?”

“of course eggie anything for you”

eventually you cave after getting called mac n’ cheese

“OKAY. darling, baby, love of my life. i’ll call you whatever you want just please stop using food as nicknames for me”

“sure thing pumpkin 😉”

제이크 - jake;

“hey jake should we eat out tonight?”

“what did i do”

gets straight to the point like

he has no time for this jake nonsense

go back to babe :/

“wdym you didn’t do anything?”

“then what’s with this ‘jake’ stuff”

“……it’s your name”

“no it’s not :( it’s babycakes :((”

gets SO pouty if you keep using his name

“oh jake did-“

“NAUUUURR why do you keep doing this 😞😞”

if you keep it up for more than a few hours he might try and bribe you lol

“if you stop calling me jake i’ll let you pick out the movie for tonight”

“jake you let me do that anyway”

“damn it”

eventually tho

when you finally give up and start calling him baby again

be prepared to be attacked with kisses :(

“thankyouthankyouthankyou. please never do that again :((“

and how could you resist those puppy eyes 🥺

성훈 - sunghoon;

“hey sunghoon could you hand me the remote”

“yeah….sure…..”

is Very Unsettled

he’s not super crazy about pet names even tho he’ll call you the occasional ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’

but he knows for a fact that you love to use them for him

so why is he suddenly sunghoon??

What Happened 🧐🧐

might be a little cautious around you for a bit

but once he realizes that you’re not mad at him or anything

and you’re just doing it to mess with him

then be prepared to get called the cheesiest, most ridiculous pet names

“hey sunghoon what do you think about this shirt?”

“it’s looks good sweet cheeks!”

“sunghoon could come here for a second?”

“of course sugar lips”

“sunghoon would you mind bringing me the chips?”

“of course not schnookums”

moral of the story is

unless you’re willing to be called a plethora of ridiculous names

don’t pull the sunghoon card

bc he could go on for days <3

선우 - sunoo;

do NOT do this unless you are willing to deal with an extremely sassy sunoo

bc he Will get offended

“hey sunoo you wanna watch a movie later?”

“excuse me? what did you just call me??”

“sunoo….?”

“okay 🙄 whatever you say”

seriously tho

he may low-key turn into a brat rip </3

“sunoo can you bring me my bag?”

“i don’t know, CAN i??”

my bro does not mess around

his name to you isn’t sunoo and it will never be sunoo

and if you somehow manage to put up with it for a while

he’ll pull the uno reverse card on you

“sunoo have you seen my charger?”

“last i saw it was in the living from Y/N”

and ur just like wait no

don’t worry tho as soon as you go back to your regular pet names the monster in him dies and he goes back to being your sweet boyfie <3

“hey baby could you bring me some water?”

“of course angel would you like anything else as well?”

his range <33

정원 - jungwon;

“jungwon look at this meme!”

unsettled part 2

who are you and what have you done to y/n

bc you don’t ever use his name?

it’s always a pet name or some kind of cute variation of his name

But Just Jungwon ??

never

doesn’t really react on the outside

but mentally he’s desperately trying to figure out what’s going on

he knows for a fact that he didn’t forget anything

and to his knowledge he hasn’t upset you in any way

maybe this is your way of trying to say you want him to use pet names for you more?

bc other than the occasional babe he doesn’t really call u anything special :/

so the next time you use his name he’s Prepared

“jungwon do you want anything while i’m up?”

“all i need is you, my sweet muffin 😉”

“okay…..”

“omg jungwon you have to listen to this song!”

“sure thing honeybun”

“…..right.”

lmao needless to say it kind of backfires on both of you

but when you go back to calling him baby and honey and all that he is very relieved

니키 - niki;

“hey riki you wanna play mario cart?”

“yeah sure!”

unfortunately this boy doesn’t react at all :[

which you find kinda weird considering you hardly call him by his name at all??

like he’s always been babe to you

and now that you actually use his name

he doesn’t do or say anything??

“do you wanna come to the store with me riki?”

“yeah let’s go!”

“riki hand me those scissors please”

“here you go”

boooo how boring :/

internally tho…..

he’s kinda freaking out </3

bc hello?

you’ve always called him babe or some other affectionate term

and now he’s suddenly riki?

immediately goes to the worst possible situation like

oh no they’re breaking up with me and this is how they’re trying to break it to me

but once you give up the prank after continually getting no reaction from him

he is Very relieved

“hey babe do you want a snack?”

“oh THANK GOD”

and you’re just like 🤨

“damn i didn’t know you were that hungry-“

“Please give me a warning before using my name next time”

is very happy to be called baby as long as it’s by you <3