#idk what else to tag here fellas

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[usersillystraw]

IM FINALLY ON SUMMER BREAK YAYYY‼️💥 so have some doodles i did of my detective girlie, xochitl!!

[ponyboyzebra]

Oc I just made up

Hes a sweaty gamer who gets no bitches.

He’s disgusting.

[bonestrouslingbones]

glanced at multiple au ship tierlists and found myself thinking "how have none of these had cherryberry on it when that used to be like right under kustard for the most popular sanscest ship" im going to bed

[exoticuwuz]

so im watching that one AG episode with that Whiscash right???

and like Ash fails at it and the old guy who is like the fishing god for some reason says like: no one can be a pro in a day or smth like that

MAX PULLED UP AND DID GOOD AND THAT OLD MAN WAS LIKE: IT TOOK ME YEARS, WHY DID IT ONLY TAKE THIS KID A DAY???

new headcanon: max is secretly good at everything he just doesn't know it yet because he's a kid but also because bro is a damn know-it-all who only thinks he's good with pokemon stuff

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Delta Day 4 (my birthday lol): 'Tooka'

You all wanted a continuation of Day 1 (where Scorch sort of asked Reader out at 3am for 'dinner') so I hope this suffices !!! I feel like this was more of a??? meet-cute??? You could honestly kinda read this as platonic lol, sorry-

I feel like I made this one sooooo long sorry guys-

Tags: @deltasquadweek @orangez3st and @lonewolflupe because you seemed interested in it?

Oh btw you can listen to this if you want for the convenience store section if you want- It's what I listened to lol-

"Huh. So the diner closed down."

"I mean, (Y/n) the building beside it does have a-"

"Hole in the roof. Yeah..."

So your suggestion for a 3am dinner at the diner didn't work out. You thought maybe, Scorch would just give up and go home, and all of this would be over. After all, he asked you out(?) for dinner at 3am, it wasn't likely that anything else would be open at such an ungodly time at-

"What about that one over there?"

"...Scorch that's a convenience store."

And so you found yourself in an empty 24/7, completely automated store. Buzzing white lights, shelves of miscellaneous snacks, the cold chill of the freezer section and Scorch, who seemed way more interested in everything than you were.

And by interested, let's just say he was somehow buzzing with energy at 3am pressing his palms and face into the glass doors that withheld the ice cream. You're pretty sure that even without you, he'd come back to try every single flavour.

"So... You come here everyday and can buy whatever snacks you want?"

He seemed excited at the very idea of something you'd consider mundane. Then the realisation hit you that he's never really done things like this before. Never worried about the groceries for the week, what to cook each day, what toiletries he needed to restock, or what things he could afford to treat himself to. This trip to the convenience store was just another day to you, but to him? It was like a little peek into the life that he'd never had. It was new and exciting to Scorch, and you appreciated his outlook, even if it didn't make sense to you.

"Uhm, yeah. Maybe not everyday, but..."

You picked up a cup noodle (or pasta, idk what you like ok) and showed it to him.

"You can even buy cup noodles and other items and make them here, if you want."

Scorch then spent at least an hour just looking around every shelf, and another half hour picking and buying (technically, you were the one buying, but you didn't mind. It wasn't expensive anyway).

And so, you and Scorch sat outside the storefront, eating the snacks that you had bought silently. Or rather, you were silent, and Scorch was loud, slurping up the cup noodles unapologetically before loudly crunching on some crisps.

"Man, you get to do this everyday? You're living the life, (Y/n)."

You couldn't help but huff out of amusement. He really thought this was something note-worthy? Well, as long as he was happy, you were happy to go on these dates with him.

...was this a date? He called you out for dinner, sure, but now the two of you were sitting on the curb eating snacks outside a store. Not exactly the kind of date you'd post on social media or anything.

Maybe you had misread this.

"Hey- Hey look-! Is that a-"

Scorch didn't even give you a chance to pick up your snacks, let alone look at wherever he was gesturing to, before he grabbed your wrist and guided you to a nearby alleyway.

And then you saw it. A stray tooka, looking beyond terrified as it hissed at the two of you at the alleyway's dead-end. It made sense, Scorch was rather large and could be classified as intimidating if you didn't know him.

"Here, li'l guy.... I'm not gonna hurt ya..."

Scorch crept closer despite the tooka's protests, holding out his cup of noodles as an offering.

"Scorch, it's not gonna take your noodles."

But then you watched in slight shock as the stray animal creep closer as Scorch crouch down and continue to hold his cup noodles out with a growing grin.

"See?? I'm good with animals- YOWCH-"

The tooka bit his hand, before scampering past you and off somewhere else less... scary.

"...Please don't tell me 'I told you so', because I already here that from Fixer. And Boss. And Sev."

You simply sighed, crouching in front of him to inspect his now injured hand. Despite all this, he still seemed pretty cheerful.

"You know, it was kinda cute. Like you, (Y/n). Not that you're kinda cute - you're fully cute - but uh... y'know.."

Ah. So this was a date, just a... peculiar one. But Scorch was a peculiar man. And you didn't mind it one bit.

"Thanks... I guess. You're, uh, cute too."

"Really?"

"...Yeah."

The two of you just crouched in front of each other, an awkward silence squeezing its way in between you. Or maybe it was awkward to you only, because Scorch just couldn't stop smiling.

"But uh, maybe you should get that checked out."

Scorch looked down from your eyes (that man can keep eye-contact like it's his job) to his injured hand, and his smile finally dropped upon seeing the bite mark.

"Yikes... yeah, probably a good idea."

And so, the two of you stood up, walking back to base - in hopes Scorch didn't have some nasty infection or whatever - hand in hand. An interesting date for sure, but you wouldn't mind if it happened again. And again.

"...Scorch, please don't hold my hand with the one that got bit."

(THEY LEFT THE SNACKS BEHIND THEY LEFT THE SNACKS BEHIND THEY LEFT THE)

[toadettely]

honestly i’m horrible at naming things and idk what to call this so it’s up to whoever but i think i’ll do a set of drabbles getting into each of their traits. like in the last one with sophist’s affinity to gravitate towards cursed objects and somehow survive (as long as it’s a cursed object) and vern being overly sympathetic with the ghosts (usually they love him but if they’re vengeful they TARGET him) ((again attempting to color code))

sunny meadows mental institution is not a place for those who are weak of heart. it has an ugly past which has seeped into the asylum’s very being. every wall drenched in pure terror and agony. as sophist and brent roam the right side of the institute fear turns their bones to ice. vern, on the left of the map, walks alone with no comfort except a flickering flash light..

they all booked it out of there.

“c’mon nick please?”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!?”

“all you have to do is find the ghost room and get out..” “we promise we’ll let you stay in the van for the rest of the night” “i won’t be a dick about you staying in the van EVER again.”

“you’re all crazy if you think i’m going in THERE. AND..and this place is HUGE!? all THREE of you couldn’t find it?! WHY DO YOU THINK I CAN?!”

“is he serious?” “i think so..” “nick come on..there has never been a time where you haven’t found the ghost room on your first try.”

“yeah! you got this dude just do your thing”

“..fine..BUT! i’m not dying alone. if you fellas think i’m sooo good at this why don’t one of you come with me.”

“ok” “sure” “i wouldn’t mind but we need someone in the van to monitor sanity”

“..i hate you guys..”

nick slowly approaches the asylum steps getting slower and slower the closer he gets.. a stark contrast to how vernias practically skips towards the mental institute.

“you belong here..anyone who’s willing to enter this hellhole has to be insane”

“this place is inhumane, i’m like half sure i saw a jar of teeth, but as long as you’re here with our luck we’ll be fineeee”

“TEETH?!”

“chill out we’re already inside you can’t be yelling!”

“well maybe don’t tell me about the HUMAN TEETH!?”

as nick and vern scouted the remains of sunny meadows drenched in fear..the guys in the van seemed pretty alright.

“do you think nick will finally get a taste of the afterlife with this one?”

“he hasn’t died yet and we’ve been doing together for at least a year..plus i heard he used to do solo jobs”

“NICK?! like our nick? he doesn’t step out of the van unless vern has him by the scruff”

“yeah, no apparently he was really good at it”

“that’s wild.. you think i can take a nap before they come back?”

“uhhh sure. i can keep watch and monitor their vitals”

“cool cool..”

as brent turns back to the computer he feels a weight drop onto his shoulder.. and then hears a gut wrenching scream. sophist bolts straight up nearly knocking his head into brent’s chin.

“..sleep is for the weak anyway..”

just then nick runs up to the van, panic written all over his features, as vernias follows cackling.

“THE CROSSES FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN!? WHAT THE HELL”

“you should’ve seen it! he screamed like a little girl! It’s in the chapel by the way”

“THE CHAPEL. THE HOLY PLACE OF THE LORD!! OH MY GOD I CAN’T”

“okay, okay as promised we’ll do the rest you can go back to being van man”

“actually i’m not going back in there either.. there are like 5 cursed items in there-“

“WHAT? REALLY?!”

“aaand just like that sophist’s gone.”

“i guess i’ll follow and see what else we can find”

“bye brent!”

“i need a nap..”

i can’t lie your encouragement is sending me on a spree but still!! el i WILL go kaboom 💥 clover bits all over. things will truly get chaotic if you keep using the a word [envision the yippee horse guy thingy staring at you]…

-🍀

(This ask is from two day ago) Continuation of this!

I'm absolutely invested in this AU!! It's so exciting and your dialogues are Chef's kiss!!

Swizard tagged a rb with "Pc Phasmophobia AU" and I think I like that name a lot for this AU! (≧∇≦)ﾉ It's basic but it's literally on point (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

I adore your love for details when it comes to their traits! When I read your first story, I haven't thought about things like Nick's luck, Vern's overly sympathetic nature and Sophist's connection with cursed objects and his ability to somehow survive them - But it's very noticeable now and amazingly written and well thought-out! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) I love all of this so much <33

Nick used to do solo jobs before this?? That's so cool! And makes sense that he was good at it, his luck probably protected him haha (^∇^*)

I LOVE how Vern mentiones there are cursed items in there and Sophist just SPRINTS into the place - absolutely beautiful (/≧▽≦)/

Take all the praise and encouragement, Hun!! You deserve it and I really adore this AU and your writing, Honey Bomb!! 🍯💣

[benchwarming]

wrestling tag meme 2024

i watched a lot of old njpw/ddt with @sycamoretrees last year but wanted to try to keep this to stuff that actually happened in 2024. let's see how i do

(idk who follows me who's even into wrestling, so if this holds any appeal to u, please consider yourself tagged)

mvp/wrestler of the year

in 2024, ~ timeless ~ toni storm gave me everything i wanted: comedy, drama, actual storytelling with STAKES and GROWTH, and a wholly unselfconscious commitment to the bit. she perfectly teed up mariah's ascent, and best of all, she knew when to step aside and reinvent herself again instead of overstaying her welcome, unlike literally everyone else in wrestling!!!!!!

match of the year

beloved pal/wrestling guide @sycamoretrees crafted several "best of" programmes of slightly older (like post-2012) njpw and ddt matches for me and it felt like every single one we watched became my new favorite. the first set of her recs is here; cannot recommend more highly

favorite feud

swerve v hangman. like yes it's bc i am ferally horny for both of them BUT to be fair to me, they clearly want to dissect one another and crawl inside each other's skinsuits and then fuck about it, so in many ways i am simply following their lead. live footage of me whenever they even so much as muse aloud about each other:

favorite tag team/faction

bang bang gannnnng tho i desperately missed juice when he was out. that trio of misguided virgins NEEDS juice's balls-out mania to thrive

favorite show

went to aew grand slam with @sycamoretrees which was so good and fun. my first wrestling show omg 🥲 got to see so many of our guys, and also tony khan trying to hype up a crowd

breakout star

the beast mortos! i really struggle w masked guys (masks no-joke freak me out) but within like 5 seconds of seeing this hefty fella in-ring i was on board - his unexpected speed, something charismatic in his physicality, idk. also got to see him live at grand slam in a match that was definitely one of that evening's highlights

horniest moment

okay but like. what if i said it was this

most anticipated in 2025

def wanna watch more ddt. now THAT is a wrestling promotion.

[daily-rui-kamishiro]

hello and welcome to daily rui kamishiro!!! i’m not explaining this concept you read the url. daily rui. what more do you want from us.

tags:

daily rui ☆

not daily rui ☆

doodle posting ☆

official stuff posting ☆

plushie posting ☆

other posting ☆

here are our mods!!

mod rui 🎈

~ hi hello!! (hiding all my rui merch and all my posts on my main) i’m very normal about rui kamishiro!! i prommy!!!

~ i use he/it pronouns mainly

~ i’m a very very big aroace rui (and aroace wxs fan)

~ i’ll be signing off with the tag mod 🎈 for my posts, and just 🎈 in the posts themselves

~ i don’t know what else i add here. this loser friend loving purple idiot is my everything

Mod Nene

Hi hi hello technically multiple mods in a trenchcoat (plural) but let's not talk about that :3

They/them pronouns since we don't feel comfortable specifying which alter is which here and we all have different genders

There's a decent chance you'll recognize us if you know us from main but thats fine :3

Gonna sign off with mod 🎮 in tags and 🎮 in the posts themselves. Yes we're copying Rui here dw about it

Uhhh we like the silly clown man who makes robots. Intro done 👍

Mod Tsukasa 🌟

- I very much enjoy the silly purple fella

- she/her pronouns :3

- Very self-indulgent hcs about the silly around these parts, he's incredible and I love him

- I'll sign off with mod 🌟 in the tags and 🌟 on posts because consistency

- Hehe Rui

mod saki :3

• hihi!! how do you do an intro please help

• they/them, if you feel a little silly u can use star neos but no pressure :D

• will be signing off as mod 🎹 in the tags and just 🎹 in the posts

• Normal™️ about the he. other favs include the Tenma siblings and the rest of wxs!

• everyone else has a 5th dot but idk what to put here uhhh i've been told i act like the mizuki to my friends ruis so take that as u will >:3

☄ i already draw ruikasa daily so im basically prepared for this

mod honami 🥁

☄ i use he/him, will sign off with 🥁

☄ very self indulgent rui design i hope yall dont mind

☄ thats it really im just an aroace honaruikasa oshi (not ship) (except for ruikasa therye a qpr in my heart) ok bye bye

mod Emu 🍬

★ I use they/them and sign off with 🍬 or mod 🍬

★ I have no idea what I'm doing half the time but I'm trying my best nonetheless. Please be considered of this.

★ absolutely hate the purple lad. I have no idea why I'm here. /j

★ I will actively showcase this behaviour by creating many different types of posts about him.

[garden-glasses]

hi im maggie, i dont really care what you call me as long as it’s not something offensive

i like ghosts and stuff but i’m a grass monotype kinda fella (there have been times where i’ve decided to get silly though. ghost mono is my second go-to) and i do art n music i guess?? photography is also there but idk i just like to look at the sky. also i live in alola if that says anything?? i like the beach

i’ve got 6 stupid goobers (and many more but these are The six) and i love them all dearly. also you know who else i love.

(ooc: i’ll try to remember to tag everything with the 3 tags on this post and i’m not entirely sure whether or not i’ll filter various posts as like reblogs and stuff, i’ll probably just take them from my main)

(pictures and other fun pokemon stuff under the cut)

these are The Goober Nation as they are affectionately called.

- pyrite (chesnaught, m) he’s funny and has some silly friends

- cappy (breloom, f) she eats garbage

- june (decidueye, m) he’s got bird autism

- sol (trevenant, f) she’s full of christmas

- lucio (ludicolo, m) he respects women

- al(exander) (dhelmise) they’re just a silly goofy guy and wouldnt hurt a fly (what the hell that rhymes!)

and here are some other guys i have alongside them. i have a trip planned so hau promised to take care of most of them. i do not trust him so we have also enlisted kukui as back up (and lillie as the backup backup because i doubt kukui won't get silly)

some of them ive caught myself and others are originally family members' pokemon but theyre all my silly little children

- bismuth (greninja, m) (hau sends stupid pictures of him all the time)

- jasper (delphox, f) (she’s not even my pokemon she just likes to hang around bismuth and pyrite?? does anyone know what’s up with that is that a delphox thing. she gets agressive when any of us are near her)

- king (toucannon, m)

- bloop (drifblim, f) (surprisingly my only ghost type not in my party. i swear i had more where did they all go :()

- punchy (hariyama, f) (i was a kid when i caught the makuhita ok 😢)

- tesla (vikavolt, m)

- rover (togekiss, m)

- perci (talonflame, m)

- rhine (mudsdale, f)

- tari (altaria, f)

- eden (scolipede, f)

- pagnis (honchkrow, m)

- tacky (skuntank, m)

- lumio (fomantis, m) (i get him mixed up with lucio all the time. he's much smaller however)

[kretynkaa]

leave the silly guy alone !!

[hawkeye221b]

I AM BEGGING YOU. MAKE A POST ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DREAM SMP FROM YOUR DASH. IT WILL BE FUNNY AND YOU WILL GET SO MUCH CLOUT. TRUST ME.

Ok so here are all the things i know about Dream SMP from my dashboard alone:

- Some Philza guy was trending because someone told other people "fuck that guy" and everyone else said "no fuck YOU"???    - one of those guys was very loud and saying they were going to spill blood for the Phil guy... honestly mood. - The Dream guy himself would probably punch his character??? they're playing characters or somethin??? - there's a black and white lookin fella?? The fanart all gives him a crown and tail... Elfy lookin fella with a tail? 10/10 would hug - also a kid??? had a green shir and is short. dunno who he is but the green shirt is a thing - Ok there's apparently discourse about gatekeeping or something??? Idk i saw a singluar post about watching from only 1 POV and thusly being an "apologist" or somethin??? idk but yall doin ok? - My good omens blog i follow has been super into this shit recently and they said something like "Phil is a dilf"... i have no idea what this means but it's on my dash a lot so i feel like it's important to pick up on.    - Seriously i scrolled for a solid 10 minutes to get past this discussion so it feels very important - I see more of this Crown wearing, black and white elf lookin fella... i am concluding he is baby because all fanart makes him seem soft and he's also wearing a suit. very sharp fella - Somethin bout "bedrock bors"??? Idk but theres a constant pic of these two fellas hugging and i think that's neat - ALso some Wilbur fella??? idk but theres a lot of him too. wears a beanie? - At least one of these fellas is a dad friend and i'm not sure who it is... but one of these fuckers is it... i can feel it. - Someone has or at one point HAD wings?? lots of wingy lookin fellas so i hope those are ok. - there's a lot of screaming??? i mean mood but seriously, there’s a lot of it??? - I feel like theres a dude with horns somewhere related to this but he's buried deep in my dash and i don't quite understand his importance? Named Shatt or somethin like that?   - honestly looked like his name was "shit" for a sec and i was like "mood". - Found family trope??? I have seen wing guy hugging people with said wings so i'm gonna say there’s some kinda found family in there

(Edited note: i am tagging these with thing i’ve found in the “dream smp” tag because i don’t know what i’m doing)

[its-short-for-jackalope]

Jack's Big Rambly Nonsense Theory Post About Episode 3 ✨️

I am a merciful fella so the rambles will be contained under the cut.

hey! what's up? this is the only thing I care about for the time being so I'm gonna ramble about it! I don't know what I'm doing! all of this could be wrong! I'm very excited!

Please feel free to reply/reblog or like.. idk, y'all can tag me if you wanna make a separate post jumping off of, responding to, or completely annihilating (in a friendly way!) any of my theories here.

What The Heck Is Antikythera?

i didnt know what this was and it seemed somewhat important since it's in the title (lol) so I looked it up.

one of the first things I found was the wiki article for the Antikythera mechanism, which is basically a computer/calculator from Ancient Greece that predicted astronomical positions and eclipses. It was found in a Roman shipwreck in the Mediterranean in 1901 and might have been constructed as far back as 205 BC. (it had gears and everything! cool!)

Considering this device is related to astronomy and approximately, oh, ALL of our protagonists are interested in and have connections to astronomy, I don't think that's a coinkydink! additionally, since this is fictional and there are no limits, mayhaps the Antikythera mechanism is a part of the story and it can do (and does do) more than predict celestial events...? 👀

Now, I admit I read about this one interesting thing and kinda just ran with it, but in case there's anything else about this itty bitty little island, I did look into it more. According to the Wikipedia, Antikythera was settled and abandoned several times throughout history. This is also where the wreck with the mechanism was discovered (hence the name), and apparently lots of birds use the island as a pit stop during migration, but that's about it. It's enough for me to laugh shrug and carry on with my mechanism theories, lol.

The Ellen Austin, The Bermuda Triangle, & Maybe A Ghost Ship

Since our beloved quartet is confirmed to be aboard the Ellen Austin and they're en route through the Bermuda Triangle/Sargossa Sea where the Ellen Austin is said to have encountered a ghost ship, I'm gonna continue with my previously-held theory that we're getting a ghost ship encounter! (In one story about the Ellen Austin, they had some of the crew go onto the ghost ship to bring it back to shore with them, and the crew ~mysteriously vanished~ which is... interesting. 👀)

I have a few ideas about what this potential ghost ship might be:

An Ancient Greek vessel straight from Antikythera, with or without a mechanism, but probably with. [squints at map] I mean, the Mediterranean isn't that far from the Sargossa Sea/Bermuda Triangle area. And/or maybe there was some time-and-space nonsense happening that could land it on the other side of the Atlantic. If our quartet could get poofed from a satellite in 1835 back to Earth in 1881(?), then a mysterious ship could plausibly get zapped to another place and/or time. Might be a bit too on the nose but c'mon, the name is in the title, there's gotta be a connection to Antikythera, and who says it can't be this? Could also have ghosts!

A slightly less ancient Roman cargo ship like the (shipwrecked) one that had the Antikythera mechanism. (Please see above for hand-waving about date & location.) Maybe the ship has a mechanism on board, and maybe it's also got ghosts—both of the Ancient Greek variety via the mechanism, and of the slightly less ancient Roman variety via it's their dang boat. Bonus points if the Greek/Antikytheran(?) ghosties were scaring the daylights out of the Romans and are responsible for the ship becoming a (double) ghost ship. Of course this also hinges on how literal the "ghosts" in The Ghosts of Antikythera are, but I'll ramble about that in a little bit.

A much less ancient ship from whatever eras make it more likely to be in the Sargossa Sea, but it has an Antikythera mechanism somehow. This would take out a lot of fuss about how the ship got here or how it could have survived this long without being wrecked or discovered, AND it would bring up new and fun questions such as "why does this random ship have an Ancient Greek mechanism" and I call that a win-win. Could be a classic pirate ship, could be a newer vessel that'd be more familiar to the crew of the Ellen Austin... idk im not a boat guy but I think there's some fun possibilities.

bonus theory: the ghost ship has "witch" in the name or has a name related to witches, or maybe literally just has "wicked" in the name, purely based off this tweet:

thank you @man-down-in-hatchet-town for being my Twitter scout, lmao

Just 'cause, you know... wicked, witches. The waves could be just part of the water theme since (i assume) the episode takes place predominantly at sea, or perhaps the ghost ship is literally carried "this way" by the waves.

Ghosts — Like, Literally? Or Do You Mean Metaphorically?

We already know that Pulp Musicals will be exploring multiple genres—sci-fi, horror, mystery, adventure—so I'm betting episode three will add some horror to the mix, especially after Matt's delightfully ominous words in the trailer:

In this web of mystery, Margaret has begun to unravel her own... but she is not the only one awakening. And soon, our heroes will find that the light of discovery can bring forth shadows darker than anything they could have ever imagined.

...Yeah, sounds like horror and/or ghosts to me! So maybe the ghosts of Antikythera are real actual spooky scary spirits, in which case I am very excited to pull up a chair and listen to Herschel scoff and try to find a rational, scientific explanation for any spooky happenings. (Idk if he believes in ghosts or not, but in this case I hope he doesn't because that will make it much funnier for me. <3 )

On the other hand, "horror" is incredibly vague, so maybe we won't get jump-out-and-say-boo ghosts at all. Maybe the ghosts of Antikythera are more unsettling because they aren't an active, supernatural force wreaking havoc on the open sea—maybe they're just an empty vessel, forgotten memories, and the lingering consequences of the actions taken by people who are long since dead. What's scarier—the dead staying behind to screw with you face to face, or the dead abandoning their troubles & mistakes and leaving clueless strangers to get stuck with the deadly fallout?

Honestly, tho? I'm excited either way, and I'm very curious to see how scary Matt plans to go.

Theories That Don't Have A Ghost Ship, Because You Never Know

I am 100% behind the ghost ship theory, but making theories is fun so why not throw some other ones out there. Full disclosure, I don't think these are that likely, and some are mostly gonna be for laughs.

They find a shipwreck. I'm really only considering this because the Antikythera mechanism was found on a wreck. I don't think the Ellen Austin would stop to investigate a shipwreck if they happened upon one, and I also don't know if they'd even have the equipment to safely or effectively investigate it if they wanted to. Then again, maybe they would stop if they saw the wreck go down, and also who needs to go down in the water if you have a passenger with magic powers? If Margaret could launch the Sagitta, she could probably fish up a wreck easy peasy. Maybe she wouldn't even need the ship to stop, she could just see (or sense?) something in the water and reach out with the Radiance. And if whatever she brought onto the Ellen Austin was haunted, then that could kick off the ghost stuff... huh. I actually kinda like this idea!

Atlantis? I think someone mentioned this in the chat for the trailer's premiere. I'm inclined to say "probably not" though... unless the quartet gets poofed or otherwise summoned closer to Greece. But I think they'll probably be sticking around the Sargossa Sea, since there isn't a lot of time for them to be traveling all around in a ~90 minute episode, and the previous episodes kinda picked a place and stayed there. Doesn't necessarily mean we couldn't get an underwater city (or formerly underwater city), of course. It just probably wouldn't be Atlantis.

...I actually don't have any other ideas right now, lol. I really think it's gonna be a ghost ship. And that the Antikythera mechanism has something to do with it.

Oof okay, for the sake of my eyes and brain, I'm going to stop staring at my phone and thinking for now, lol. I will probably come up with some more thoughts & theories as time goes on, but I think I have used all my batteries for today.

Again, if anybody reads this and wants to contribute or comment, feel free! 💫

[just-miru]

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#jesse we need to thank me tho for the first time in two weeks and i have a question for the silly little picture above the other hand oh my

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#5

[Blueycapsules]

Dave Miller x reader

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i got this idea from a small one-shot with Ayano Aishi written by Ck_TvN on Wattpad :D

since our boi Dave is on my mind constantly, i decided to give it a shot and write a small x (gender neutral) reader fanfic with him because yes :D

not to mention, there is almost nothing for/with him out there :(

with Blueycapsules version of Dave/William, i mean

my first time writing something like this, so it might be total shit, but it doesn't matter :D

also, Dave might be a bit ooc since i haven't done anything like this before, so yeah

there is a first time for everything, so here we go-

[tw: small mention of alcohol (wine) | possible typos and/or other small mistakes | also, it's first-person point of view, so no pronouns are used for the reader - idk, though i should mention it | nothing else, only crack | fluff | one-shot]

[word count: 1,050 words | 5,274 characters]

[first published: 14.02.2022]

[slightly edited: 16.02.2022]

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chatter filled the small hotel room, muffling the small TV in front of us. sitting on a pretty comfy, brownish couch, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table in front of it, me and Dave talk about everything and anything that comes to our minds as we wait for Phil and Jeremy to come back with the-

honestly, i don't even remember what they said they were going after. oh well-

we've grown pretty close to each other in the short period of time we have worked together - it's like we know each other for years. still, as we talk and talk, the time passes, and the conversation starts to die out, we both focused on whatever is playing on the TV; some sort of drama involving a woman and a vampire.

i mostly stare at the screen, lost in thought, not paying attention to what's happening between the two anymore.

bringing the glass to my mouth, i take a small sip of wine. 'it's kinda sweet' i think, then take another sip.

Dave looks towards me

"so... yer single?" he asked out of nowhere, with a playful tone and a small glint of what seemed to be hope in his icy blue eyes - his usual shit-eating grin getting even wider as i choked on my drink. 'why was he asking that out of the sudden?' i thought to myself.

facing away from me, he takes a sip from his drink, eyeing me from the side while waiting for my answer, grin still on.

trying to re-composture myself, i clear my throat a bit, a small grin of my own starts tugging at the corners of my lips

"as a matter of fact, i am not."

i answer with such fake confidence that i am a little surprised he didn't seem to notice it. that, or he decided to play along with my silly game.

"who might the fella be?" he asked, moving his gaze away from me towards the TV, its lights dancing over his features.

my eyes focus on the half-empty glass in my hand as i say quietly "oh... no one, really..." looking over at him, i see his eyes still glued to the TV screen, head resting on his hand, no trace of the previous grin left on it.

"..."

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327 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

for my very cool and awesome mutuals

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391 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#3

i mean-

yESS!!! gimmie!!! >:D

671 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#2

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969 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

sillies look-

found a silly picrew :D

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1,672 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

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[violetlilysunshine]

Late Night

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: You meet Chris working in a bar, before he invites you to his house after closing.

WC: 3,525

Warnings: maybe a quick make out?? idk if I need to warn that, but better safe then sorry. Fluff, fluff, fluff 

A/N: I’m sort of feeling a part two, because I’ve been in such a fluffy turned smutty mood recently. Anyone down?? Lemme Know :)

Tagging the lovelies that wanted this! @maximeevansblog @saltyflowermakertaco

MASTERLIST

You’ve been working in this small bar for years now; it mainly catered to older folks, the owners having fallen in love with the 40s and 50s and themed their bar after that. You quickly fell in love with the decades as well, hearing the old music and seeing all of the older people’s faces light up, reliving their glory years. However, usually, there were a couple younger groups there to relish in the theme a bit.

You started as a waitress at 18, trying to work your way through college. Quickly, you moved up to bartender, before one slow night when you randomly decided to sing along to one of the songs that the Thursday night live band always played. They were a pretty good group, and you soon found yourself listening to the songs they played in your free time. After you sang with them, the owners decided to add you to the regular Thursday night entertainment, still bartending on other nights.

You were nearing the end of your set, just two more songs to go before you could take off the heels you had ridiculously decided to wear tonight. They were very 50s and you loved the look, but, carelessly, you hadn’t broken them in yet. You thought you would be fine, but your typical little dance during Fly Me to the Moon had suffered greatly. However, they matched your midi-navy-polka-dot dress and your pin-up style curls, so it wasn’t a total loss.

“Alright everybody, we’re getting close to that time of the night,” you hummed into the microphone, “for this next one we’re gonna slow things down a bit. To those of you I’ve been watching sit in your chairs all night, you’ve only got two more chances to ask your ladies to dance. Even if you don’t know how, ask her anyway, she'll love it.” you joked.

The band started to play Paul Anka’s Put Your Head on My Shoulder, a personal favorite of yours.

“And remember, if anyone needs a partner, I’m ready and willing,” you joked as the intro played. Quite a few times, older men who no longer had a partner took you for a spin for a song or two and you loved it.

You hummed a bit before you started singing along.

As you were singing, you watched a few of the younger guys in the back finally bring their girls out on the floor. Smiling as you watched them, you swayed back and forth.

You kept going with the song, almost at the end, glad that someone hadn’t asked you to dance, because your feet were really killing you.

You finally finished it off, earning a small applause as you twirled with the mic.

“Alright y’all, last song of the night and you know what that means as well,” you spoke to the crowd, “last call for alcohol,” you sang out.

You pointed back at the bar, and your friend who was tending tonight, before she waved at the group. A few people left the dance floor to get a drink as you continued your end of the night spiel, “fellas still sitting by themselves, last chance to take a spin on the floor. I see you still sitting there in the back! It’s a short song, I promise,” you chastised the last table you saw still sitting there.

Two couples from that table got up to dance, leaving one man sitting by himself. You felt kind of bad for turning everyone’s attention to him, but you had offered earlier to dance if anyone needed a partner, so the ball was in his court.

You signaled to the band to start up and spoke, “alright here we go,” into the mic.

It’s Been a Long, Long Time kicked off, and you instantly swayed. The band didn’t usually play this song, but after your Marvel obsession kicked in, you convinced them to add it to the set list.

You sang away, loving life, but your eyes didn’t leave the man in the back. He was obscured by shadows - probably purposefully - but you felt drawn to him already. Something about him sent tingles down your spine.

Before you knew it, the song was over. You took a small bow before turning and pointing at your band, getting the audience to applaud them individually.

“Thanks everybody, have a good night and drive safe. Hope to see you next week!” you spoke quickly and everyone filed off the dance floor to collect their things.

“Thanks, you guys, that was a good show!” you spoke to the band before you rolled up your mic cord and packed it away backstage. As soon as it was safely in its case, you took a seat on one of the saxophone cases and started rubbing your feet.

Soon, the band came back to put their instruments away and you reluctantly gave up your seat. You headed to the bar to sit with your friend while she finished cleaning up; this gave you a chance to rest your feet a little more before attempting to maneuver yourself home.

You glanced around the room quickly and everyone had cleared out except the back table. They were all standing, putting on jackets, and just beginning to file out the door. The couples went first hand-in-hand, followed by the single man. You looked back at your friend and began to make small talk about the next night, seeing as you were off, before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“That was a great set,” the man spoke out in a low raspy voice, “I wish I had a dance partner.”

“Thank you, but if I remember correctly, I did offer to dance with anyone. Anyone included you, Chris,” you quipped back lightly, chuckling.

“Well, doll, the way you were stumbling about up there, I didn’t want to risk it,” he joked back, “and you know who I am?”

“I’m gonna head in the back to finish cleaning up and then we can go,” your friend spoke, gently tapping your forearm. You usually carpool to work because you live a few houses down from each other and it just makes sense.

“Alright, sounds good,” you answered her before turning back to Chris, “well I did just sing Steve and Peggy’s song. I wouldn’t be doing it justice if I didn’t know at least its major history. And I don’t think I was stumbling.”

“Okay, fair,” he answered, “maybe stumbling wasn’t the right word, but I can tell your feet hurt in those shoes.”

A small silence settled between the two of you as you got lost in his eyes, barely registering what he had said. His lips curled into a small smile as he gazed back. His eyes darted from yours to your lips for only the slightest second, before wandering down to your feet, which you were rolling slightly on the leg of the barstool, attempting to massage them a little. He looked back into your eyes again, his smile growing. The tension in the room rose quickly, and you began to get a little hot under his gaze. You were wondering how you ever got so lucky to have Chris freaking Evans looking at you like that.

“I’d offer to get you a drink, but you did say last call a little while ago,” he spoke slowly.

“That I did,” you answered, “maybe next time.”

“Or, I could take you somewhere else,” he offered lightly, his voice raising in pitch.

“Hmm, I don’t know if my feet are up for it,” you said softly, “and I don’t know where else we would go on a Thursday night. Everyone is probably announcing their own last call.” You were surprised by your own confidence in front of him. You had no idea how you were keeping it together, let alone flirting.

“Another option,” he suggested, “I could offer you a nightcap at my place. Or maybe coffee? A glass of wine?”

“Eager there are we?” you quipped.

“Well, what can I say, that last song did it for me,” he chuckled, “but really, it would be totally casual, no expectations.”

You thought for a moment, weighing the options. He probably wasn’t a murderer, or a kidnapper. He was probably one of the gentlest guys you could go home with, and lord knows you’ve taken a few risks with others.

“Totally casual doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Really?” he asked, “great! Do you have a car here?”

“No, we carpool,” you said, gesturing at your friend who had just walked back into the room.

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“Actually I was going to head out with Chris,” you said, looking at him while you spoke.

“Oh, okay,” she said, her voice dropping slightly, “well, I’ll lock up the front and we can head out the back together then.”

“Great,” Chris answered, his eyes never leaving you.

You slipped your shoes back on and stepped down from your stool. You grabbed your purse from next to you and turned to grab your jacket, which was no longer on the back of your chair. You looked up and saw Chris holding it open for you and you slipped your arms in, your heart swooning wildly. You smiled at each other and followed your friend out the back.

You hugged her quickly, whispering “I’ll send you my location,” in her ear. After all, a girl can’t be too careful.

You followed Chris to his car around the front of the building, where he opened the door for you before jogging around to the driver’s side.

His car was nice, as to be expected, but not flashy and you enjoyed his modesty. It smelled freshly cleaned - a big plus - but also rode incredibly smoothly. You were more than content to drive around with him, listening to pop songs and belting out musicals, but before you knew it, he was pulling into his driveway.

He got out first, stepping out quickly. You waited half a second, sending your location to your friend quickly. As you were reaching for the door handle, it was being pulled from the outside. Always a gentleman, he is.

Chris flashed you a charming smile as you stepped out, swinging your purse over your shoulder.

“This way, darlin’,” he spoke lowly, shutting the car door. His hand was quick to find a home on your lower back, gently guiding you towards the front door.

Once up the stairs, he crossed in front of you, unlocking the door and slowly pushing it open. The alarm on the wall chirped, signaling the opening of the front door. Chris quickly bent down with his hands in front of his knees, preparing for the impact. Dodger came flying around the corner having heard the chirp, and slammed right into his dad’s hands before jumping onto his dad’s legs begging for pets.

“Hey bubba, how you doin’?” Chris spoke to his best friend, rubbing his ears, “this here is Y/N, be nice to her buddy, no jumping.”

Dodger quickly took notice of you and immediately tried to jump onto your legs, a greeting you weren’t necessarily against, but since Chris said no, you quickly pushed your hand down and met him on the ground. He sat at your feet, immediately accepting your presence.

“He never does that!” Chris spoke, shocked at how quickly Dodger took to you.

“What can I say? I must be magic,” you joked and shrugged at him, making him laugh.

“Well let’s move out of the doorway, yeah?” Chris asked before closing the front door behind you.

Chris moved to the side of the hallway quickly; he kicked off his shoes and encouraged you to do the same. You happily followed suit, aching to get those damn heels off again. You sighed in contentment once your bare feet hit the cool hardwood floor, throwing your head back slightly, closing your eyes, and breathing deeply.

“That bad, huh?” Chris chuckled, waiting for you at the end of the hall.

“Oh yeah, I definitely have to get used to those before I try to wear them again,” you answered back.

“Well, follow me and we’ll figure out that drink I offered.”

You set your purse on the bench next to your shoes before following him into the kitchen. He strolled around the island, resting his forearms on the island.

“Take a seat, doll,” he encouraged you, gesturing to the barstools on the other side.

Usually you wouldn’t have obliged so quickly, offering to help him make whatever, but given the state of your feet, you hopped up quickly.

“Alright, so you have a lot of options, water as always, coffee, beer - my personal favorite - tequila, a slew of other liquor, juice, soda, milk, - which would be weird but whatever - wine, take your pick,” he said smiling at you.

“Coffee sounds good to me, to be honest,” you answered quietly. You would’ve chosen beer simply because it was his favorite, but you weren’t a big fan if you’re being honest.

“Coffee it is, gorgeous,” he answered, filling the pot with water and loading in the grounds, “milk, creamer, sugar, black? What do you like?”

“Milk and sugar would be good.”

“You sure? I’ve got peppermint creamer,” he coaxed you.

“On second thought...” you chuckled, taking him up on his offer.

“Alright, doll, peppermint it is,” he laughed.

Soon the coffee was ready and as excited to try the peppermint creamer as you were, you could’ve watched him flutter around the kitchen for days. He handed you a sleek navy blue mug, taking a red one himself.

“Shall we head to the living room?”

“Whatever you want, it’s your house,” you laughed.

“Alright, follow me,” he said, leading the way, “you too, Dodge,” he called over the island. Dodger had been sitting at his feet the whole time, watching his dad.

He settled into one arm of the couch, pulling the coffee table closer to rest your mugs on. He placed his mug down and gestured for you to join him. You sat on the other end of the sofa, gently, looking over at him. He threw an arm over the back of the couch, kicked his feet out in front of him, and turned his body towards yours. Dodger watched you sit down and looked at you, almost saying “you’re in my spot,” before turning around and going over to his bed by the fireplace.

“How’re your feet doing now?” he asked you.

“They’re okay, it may take a few days to recover,” you laughed back, turning to face him as well. You held your mug in one hand, bringing the other to your foot as you swung your legs up at your side.

Chris reached over towards your feet, pulling them into his lap, “here let me,” he spoke.

You blushed lightly at the very domestic action, but who would say no to a beautiful man rubbing their feet? He massaged them gently and you let out a little groan.

“You really don’t have to do that, but you’re so good at it I don’t want you to stop,” you told him.

“Well then I won’t stop, darlin’.”

He looked at you from across the couch, making your heart swoon again. You let out the quietest moan, enjoying the work of his hands, and closed your eyes.

Chris laughed lightly, whispering something to himself under his breath. You were a little lost in the moment, so you didn’t hear him.

“Sorry, what was that?” you asked him.

“Oh, nothing, just talking to myself,” he answered. You knew that wasn’t the case, but let it rest anyway; it couldn’t have been too important.

Chris started asking you about your work and friends and family, what kind of movies you liked, and music preference of course. You asked him as well, really getting to know each other. He had stopped rubbing your feet a long time ago, but kept them in his lap, an arm thrown across them, rubbing your shins and ankles lightly. Dodger was snoring loudly across the room, and had been for quite a long time. The both of you were so lost in the conversation, that you didn’t realize how late it had gotten. You glanced out the window behind him, beginning to see the sunrise.

“Oh my goodness, what time is it?” you asked him, chuckling.

He glanced at his phone quickly, “almost 5:00,” he said with wide eyes, “I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said a little embarrassed, “I’ve stayed way too long, I’ll just get out of your hair.” You began to pull your legs out of his lap, but he locked them down.

“You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to,” he spoke quietly, “I’ve really enjoyed your company.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome…” you trailed off.

“Positive, sweetheart. Please, stay.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you asked him, raising an eyebrow. He nodded slightly at you. “Then I'll stay,” you said, settling back into the couch.

“Can I get you another cup?” he asked, gesturing to your mug.

“Sure,” you answered lightly, handing it to him. He got up and trailed into the kitchen. You waited half a second before following him.

Chris heard you walk into the kitchen, turning around to look at you quickly, “sorry, can I get you something else?”

“No, I’m fine,” you answered.

“Oh, well, uh… I would’ve brought your mug back to you,” he chuckled.

“Oh that’s okay, I felt weird just sitting there,” you laughed lightly.

“Oh, okay,” he chuckled back, “well, since you’re here now, can I offer you breakfast?”

You didn’t realize how hungry you’d gotten until he offered, “only if I can help,” you responded.

“Oh well, that’s a deal breaker, darlin’,” he answered, almost seductively.

“Well then no breakfast for me,” you laughed.

He was starving too, only having had a small dinner before he went to the bar last night. He didn’t know when you’d eaten last, so you must be hungry as well.

“Well, maybe there is one way, you can help,” he said in a high pitched voice.

“What can I do?” you asked quickly.

“Come here,” he said.

You walked around the island you had been leaning on, joining him between it and the cabinets on the wall. Chris extended a hand towards you. You took it quickly and allowed him to guide you closer to him. Once you were fully in front of him, he dropped your hand and grabbed both of your hips. He picked you up quickly, surprising you, before setting you on the counter.

You laughed lightly at him, “okay, now what?”

“Now, you sit there and look pretty while I make breakfast,” he chuckled out, standing between your knees, keeping a little distance between the two of you.

“Chrissssss,” you whine out at him.

“What, doll?” he asks, taking a step closer to you as you wrap your hands around his shoulders.

“I can do more than just sit here.”

“Oh, really?” he asks, taking another step towards you, now standing between your thighs, almost flush to the counter.

“Yeah, I can,” you breathe out, barely able to contain yourself now that he’s slotted between your legs.

“Nope, darlin’, this is enough help. Promise,” he says quietly.

Chris glanced down at your lips quickly before looking back into your eyes. He ran his hands up your thighs, starting at your knees, before settling onto your hips again. The temperature in the room seemed to rise at an unbelievable rate as you stared into each others’ eyes. You could feel his breath on your lips, you were sure he could feel yours as well, the smell of coffee and peppermint radiated between you. He slowly leaned in and connected your lips.

It was like time stood still. He moved one of his hands around to your lower back, pulling your body to the very edge of the counter and flush against his chest. The other hand stayed firmly on your hip, digging in just a little. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as you molded your lips together. He licked your bottom lip slightly, asking for entrance, which you granted. He explored your mouth just a little bit before pulling back, breathless, and resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, that was, uh…” he spoke.

“Yeah,” you answered, breathless as well.

You held his gaze for another second before moving forward and kissing him once again. You pecked him sweetly, before mumbling against his lips.

“I’ll let you cook, as long as you let me clean up,” you laughed a little before connecting your lips again.

Chris let the kiss hang just a little longer than a peck before pulling back completely. He pecked your forehead quickly, before answering.

“No,” he said firmly, turning around and letting out a loud laugh, one you knew so well.

You laughed right back at him, watching him start to cook and shaking your head to yourself. How did you get so lucky?

[contraststudies]

A GO fic rec list! (3)

In no particular order, here’s a (nowhere near exhaustive) list of fics that kept me alive while I struggled through the horrors of my final exams.

Hozier Missed A Trick When He Called It 'Real People' Instead Of 'Joe Bloggs Snogs' (E) by indieninja92 @indieninja92 - Crowley and Aziraphale having a wonderfully hilarious conversation about what they would be like if they were human. The banter is off the charts. I live for sneaky references to The Secret Garden. I’ve read this one five times the past two days alone and every time I read it something else jumps out at me and makes me laugh. Absolutely gorgeous.

Storms We Cannot Weather (G) by quiltedspacemittens @theseedsofdoom - Crowley anxiously waiting for a storm to hit the South Downs cottage. YOU GUYS. Holy crap, this fic shook me to the core in just a little over a thousand words. Beautiful, beautiful imagery and language. Left me devastated in the best way possible. 

Comfort and Joy (M) by musegnome @musegnome - This fic!!! It’s a human AU where Aziraphale and Crowley are classmates. I yelled about it for a year and a day. So many incredibly soft moments that made me smile so wide. It may interest you to know that I am, in fact, the Grinch, but this is a Christmas fic that I would read at any time of year.

The Saint of Lost Things (E) by jessthereckless - Look, I love rare pairs. I love them even more when I’ve never thought about them before and then I read a fic that makes me go, oh. Anyway. Here’s a fic that utilizes the Crowley/Leonardo da Vinci pairing in a way that shattered my entire being. This pair is going to live in my mind rent-free forever. 

Circumstances of Distinction (M) by MrsCaulfield - Idk sometimes you just want to read a fluffy Regency fic with zero homophobia!! Glorious footnotes that both cracked me up and taught me quite a bit of historical detail too. I was absolutely sucked into this fic. Highly recommend this for Austen fans.

The Curve of Old Bones (E) by jenanigans1207 @jenanigans1207 - What do you mean, you aren’t reading this fic yet? Here’s a wonderfully written human AU where Aziraphale and Crowley end up pretending to be married for the sake of Crowley’s job. The pining is *chef’s kiss*, the banter is hilarious, and the angst is DELICIOUS. A whole rollercoaster of the best emotions imaginable.

It’s Never Quite As It Seems (T) by ZehWulf @zehwulf - Crowley walks Aziraphale through the mechanics of sleep. Omg, this fic. I read it and lay down and stared at the ceiling for a while and thought about love and repression and the inherent softness of sleep. A tag I loved: “fellas is it gay to make your hereditary enemy a bespoke bed?” 

like lightning (E) by darcylindbergh @forineffablereasons - Hell doesn’t send rude notes. They send ouija boards instead. AUGH. I drop everything I’m doing the moment I see this fic has updated, and I feel like I’m holding my breath the entire time I’m reading it. Agonizing and spectacular and mindblowing beyond belief.