#im just a simple aussie

[hiccuppedstudio]

Jumper/jumper/jumper

Unless I'm writing, then it's a jumper/hoodie/sweater

okay so I'm having a debate with my flatmates

are these all different things and if so what do you call them

[impperfectcritiques]

Mammon character critique and redesign

These redesigns are based on Vivs original intentions for the seven deadly sins. That being circus themed princes of hell.

Do I think I’m a better designer then viv? Yes.

I'mma be real, I've always hated the christmas tree silhouette. It wouldnt be nearly as tasteless if he was the only plus-sized character to get this sort of body non-conforming dress up, but Adam gets it too, and just makes it seem like the show is too pussy to draw some proper rolls.

Why the fuck is he a spider? Why is he Australian if his Aesthetic is clearly based on the American dollar? Whats with the pointless asymmetry, what does that add to the character? Why do the dollar signs look like an after thought?

I understand he looks far more simple compared to his source, but honestly, thats a good thing. I was tempted to give him clown makeup, but that would be encroaching too far into Fizzes look + white just doesnt fit this colour palette.

More unique face, silhouette, outfit and colour palette, youre welcome.

With how he represents greed, and thus capitalism, I think he'd change outfits often to simulate "fast fashion".

Bet he eats gold to keep it safe, based on the creation myth and cultural figure, called Tiddalik from Gunnai Kurnai culture. I mean, if you're gonna make him Australian, you gotta at least TRY.

[yes, im salty they made him australian, instead of british or american, but all their protags are brits or yanks so they just had to villianise us Aussies, not once, but TWICE.]

[thylacines-toybox]

hi there! do you have any bocchetta plush toys, and would you consider them good plush or not? asking cause i know bocchetta does some thylacine plush, and i just recently moved to australia and im trying to find good plush brands over here, so i dont have to spend ludicrous amounts on shipping for brands like douglas (plus im just missing american brands in general due to homesickness, haha) thanks so much for the help, and apologies for the bother!

(Ah, now you know the sadness of seeing all the gorgeous Douglas plushies and being unable to get them... C'mon Douglas, share your toys...)

I have a few from Bocchetta yes! Obviously including All The Thylacines, but also a quoll, a numbat, a dingo, and several Tasmanian devils! They do a lot of Aussie wildlife especially which I'm into, and tons of cat and dog breeds too, and they all look really nice imo! They generally have high quality soft and dense fur, nice realism, and are pretty reasonably priced for what you get.

I decided to do some reviews and recommendations below!

First, if I were to recommend just one thylacine, I'd go for the biggest standing one, 'Cooper' (aka. Caper here). They do make their thylas very short-faced which is an odd choice tbh, but in the larger sizes they look a bit less stubby! Also they always make them in this smooth, short, not-quite-minky fur which is... fine. But I wish they'd make a properly furry thylacine like the majority of their animals! It'd be so nice! At least they get huge ear floof.

But also: get the slap bracelet! It's amazing and silly and we don't talk enough about how a thylacine slap bracelet exists. You can order it directly from Bocchetta's site. Oh boy, they're even on sale!

It's also softer than their other thylas for some reason and just really nice?? Honestly you could even remove the slap band part and just have a lovely little sprawled mini thylacine.

This dingo is 'Max' and is very nicely designed! I especially love the shape of the ears, which are really deep and 3D, you can stick your finger in em... There are several different dingos in different poses and I see there's even a white one which is cute!

Despite his sprawling pose he is not floppy, although the website says he is? Maybe they changed his design a bit since I got mine a while back? I actually remember him being pretty solidly stuffed and I removed a little stuffing just to make him squishier, but he is still sturdy enough to easily stand upright like a tripod... Ready to launch! Heh, he looks like he's jumping for that toy above.

I really love the quolls! They are specifically Eastern quolls, and they actually have the black morph too which is cool! Kinda want it too! Just super cute little guys. There's also a slightly larger version.

There's only one numbat but it is delightful... Though, depending on your sensory sensitivities your mileage may vary! The type of fur on most of the body is a little coarser than others, which I personally don't mind too much, it still feels pretty smooth when stroked flat. The legs are the usual softness. The ears however were originally a grippy-feeling fabric that I'm not keen on, so I replaced them with minky!

The stripes are printed or airbrushed onto the fur with no difference to the texture, proving that it'd be totally possible for them to do the stripes on a properly furry thylacine, come on guys...

This one also had some wire skeleton in the legs, which was kind of bizarre as it has short legs and stands up just fine anyway! If you're up for a simple bone removal surgery you can improve the cuddliness with no downsides.

Feel like I've been a bit harsh on this one haha, but I really do like him. Looks lovely, a generous size, cuddly enough for me, and his super fluffy long tail is excellent.

The devils! There's quite a few different devils available, including three in the kind-of-loafing pose (this one's the medium 'Diego') and uh. There's a golf club cover. Huh.

Anyway, big fan of these devils! I think the loaf pose is just adorable, and Diego is lovely and super squishy and cuddly. I bet the larger sized 'Rupert' is even cuddlier, he looks delightfully chonky.

The two sitting devils are 'Ebony' and 'Zippy' who come as pair with Zippy stitched in between mum's paws, though they're easy to separate and you get a two-for-one! Ebony is especially beautiful and her fur is fluffier and extra soft. Originally their sitting pose was quite proud with rather long forelegs on both, so I adjusted them slightly to make the pose more neutral, but that's just preference really. They're not bad the way they come. Definitely recommend this pair or a Rupert!

To conclude:

Pretty good toys overall!

Sometimes need a little adjustment... But that's just me lol. No brand is too good for my meddling.

Get a slap bracelet!

Just look closely at the fur textures if you might be sensitive to that. Looking at the dogs for example, I think some such as the cattle dog may use similar fur to the numbat, but most of them do look like the nice soft fur from here.

I also spotted that they offer a weighted upgrade to any of their plush when you buy them direct from the Bocchetta site? That sounds interesting.

Oh and one more thing: the tags all use comic sans. You know it's good stuff.

I'll also point you to this shop, Stuffed With Plush Toys, which I ordered several of these from in the past before they stopped shipping to the UK (I think their eBay store still does though). Some other brands to explore in there too!

[pwnyta]

MORE TWISTED WONDERLAND TWINK JUDGMENT.

That hair is DIABOLICAL. Especially in blond... i know the Huntsman has that hair but it wasnt that bad in black. Hes still my favorite of the three Snow White crew TBH. The Huntsman?

More like CUNTSMAN AMIRITE?!

Best/worst outfit- This shitty fake Aussie outfit.. IDKY but I can only imagine him with an Australian accent now. Its terrible. I do take back the Cuntsman title why are all his outfit kinda lame? Theyre really doing Snow Whites baddies dirty.

Overall- 5.5/10...

...Not Hades... Why he look like an edgy version of Yaoi Jesus!? Not like this Hades... Not like this. I hate it here.

Best outfit- The Knight outfit. Its pretty sick...

Overall- 3/10 looks pretty cool but the fact hes so miserable even tho Hades is iconic... smdh

...Not Robot Shota Hades.... Do they know theres Medusa, Centaur, Hydra, Pain and Panic... WHY TWO HADES AND THEYRE BOTH THE WORST!?

Best outfit- This butterfly drip is actually pretty sick. I still hate it.

Overall- 4/10 for the Butterfly outfit he gets an extra point over Idia...

...Maleficent.... Alright big dog. You better not fuck this up. They fucked up Hades and The Evil Queen... you gotta really pop off bud. So far so fine.

Best outfit- Alright Mal... you saved yourself. I also like the Long outfit. WELL DONE BUD.

Overall- 7.5/10!

...WHO? Silver... is he... the fuckin sewing wheel? ???

Best outfit- I get to reward the Long outfit! Well done. But since its a shared outfit... not as good.

Overall- 5/10?? I guess.

...Maybe the green fire? I guess theres slimpicking as far as baddies in Sleeping Beauty... but why just add so many and then like NONE of the baddies in Hercules accent Hades? I dont get it Fifi... But this guy is pretty good. Rare not-twink? Real?

Best outfit- He looks nice in this half cape. I think he should have a proper belt but w/e.

Overall- 6.5/10

WHO!?!?!? I dont like this guy at all.... but also it makes me laugh at the person complaining about people sexualizing characters when theres so much shotabait LMAO.... Girl.

Best outfit- Full armor baby. Thats the way to go.

Overall- 2.5/10

Crowley... lookin sharp. Cool mask. Cool wing cape...

Best outfit- His standard. He doesnt have much to work with unfortunately.

Overall- 8/10

LIPSMACK OF DISAPPOINTMENT. You can do better than that for Cruella... Come on now.

Best outfit- His standard I guess cuz his other one sucks worse.

Overall- 4/10

Not Cinderellas step mom being better designed than Cruella... Also he reminds me of that comic with the old man with the fat ugly cat. So...

Best outfit- He doesnt get any more but its still good.

Overall- 7/10. Simple but I dig it.

...Tibbies.

Best outfit- I mean... its simple but a little cunty. HES GOT ANTLERS ON ALL OF HIS ...outfits.

Overall- 7/10

NOT TWINK FACILIER!!! WITH THE KILLMONGER CUT! LMFAO.

Best outfit- GIVE HIM MORE CLOTHES. WHY IS HE FACULTY!? WHY ISNT HE A STUDENT!? That a hamsa in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Overall- 10/10 I cant rate my mans Facilier any lower Im sorry. LMAO Hes very cute.

NOT CUNTY TWINK FROLLO!!! NOOOOO

Best outfit- His only outfit

Overall- ....8/10 Hes dripped out what can I say?

HONEST JOHN!? LMAO... Yo whyd they drop the ball so hard on Sleeping Beauty and then just started pulling out these NPC baddies...

Best outfit- Only outfit. Hes serving thoooo

Overall- 9/10

...How you gonna make the Cheshire Cat boring? I like his mome rath pants tho... I love Mome Raths...

Best Outfit- n/a

Overall- 2/10 THATS THE CHESHIRE CAT GUY!? ... boring as fuck...

What a weak ending... after all that goodness.

[rat-typewriter]

Hello! Just read your Clumsy fic with Leon x Reader. It was very good and very true to my daily life😅

I was wondering if you do any angst? Like severely injured and the other person(in this case Leon or the Reader) is extremely worried and trying to save them. Ultimately you can choose if they die or not, but I just love the comfort when the other is dying or bleeding out.

Keep up the amazing work! And also may I draw a scene if you end up writing it? Please and thank you🥰🥰😚

Live to see another day - Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader

notes: ok so remember when RE4 was still relevant like two months ago and I said "hey guys, I've got this fic that'll be finished by friday!" and now its july???? Im so sorry and tysm for the request aussie,,, I loved writing this sm!!!!!!

Summary: You get shot, but Leon is trained in first aid by Saint John's Ambulance (I will write a summary when I'm less tired <3)

warnings: descriptions of injury, blood, guns - nothing too bad, all just average RE stuff, mentions of alcohol

This was not the kind of Thursday you had expected. Pulling a bandage from your kit you tried to remember your first aid training, but cold seemed to make your mind sluggish. The snow fell heavier; the clouds overhead and fields blending into a grey-white mass. 

This was supposed to be a simple mission; a quick in-and-out job. You and Leon had been sent to talk to some locals in a remote mountain town - just gather some information about the hiker disappearances. They had all been friendly and happy to share what they knew; it was odd talking to people who genuinely had no interest in hurting you, but you welcomed the surprise. Yet - as always seemed to be the way - not everyone was friendly. Especially not the man who shot you. Yeah, he wasn’t very nice at all actually.

Apply pressure

Yeah, alright. Apply pressure - okay.

Inhaling deeply, you surveyed the damage on your leg. Your black trousers were soaked in - what you could only imagine to be - blood and clung to your leg. From where you sat you could now see back the way you came. Your stomach dropped. A trail of blood - your blood - cut through pristine white snow. You glanced back down at your leg again; the fabric sticking to your skin. Shakily, you lifted your hands onto the wound. This was going to hurt. 

You pressed down on the gaping wound in your leg. A hiss escaped your mouth, followed by a string of curses. Blinking quickly you tried to focus on breathing steadily as stars danced before your eyes. 

Fucking hell, ouch. Fuck.

Leon, where are you?

Squeezing your eyes shut you remembered the young blonde-haired Leon's boyish grin. He used to be so naïeve and keen. The day he'd asked you out he had practically skipped away afterwards - turning back twice to smile at you and awkwardly offering a little wave before he finally turned the corner.

He had grown a lot since then; you both had. Even so, he never lost his playful nature - something you were glad for. It wasn’t quite the same - since as Leon grew more confident, he also realised how nervous he could make you - which meant that he now knew exactly how to tease you and make you blush. His newfound cockiness just attracted you to him all the more.

Flurries of snow had begun to settle in your hair. It was really cold. Your feet hurt from the cold; your face stung.

I need to get up.

I can't stay here.

With a surge or determination you hauled yourself up into a crouch - then a stand. Pain clawed up your thigh as your muscles cramped and sent you reeling into a nearby tree. Setting your jaw you huffed out a breath.

I'm not fucking dying here.

You took one step, pausing to let the agony rising in your chest settle again - still half-leaning on the tree. Setting off, you made it a few more steps before you faltered. Feeling a stab of pain through your leg, you sucked in the freezing air. As you tried to hobble onwards, one misstep became two and then became five, before you lost your balance entirely. Veering towards the ground, you shot out your hands. At the cost of grazing your hands across the jagged rocks, you were just able to catch yourself. Pausing for a moment, you let the shock of the impact with the hard surface pass, taking deep breaths.

The skin on your hands was raw. It stung in the frigid air. Despite the cold that seemed to overcome the rest of your body, your leg had this burning ache - as if someone was driving a hot poker straight into your bone.  

Something about the eerie silence and monochrome surroundings seemed to undermine time. The signal on your radio had gone dead long ago - something strange about this remote mountain village frying the circuits. To your numb body, struggling through the pain of walking didn’t seem worthwhile. Instead you lay, curled up - as best you could with the state of your leg - in the snow. 

I’m going to die, aren’t I?

I don’t want to die.

I’m so cold.

Then there came a far off sound. The crunching of footfall in the snow.

"Y/N?"

You froze. 

"Y/N?" His voice came again, this time sharper; louder. 

"Leon?" You said, your voice small and hoarse, you tried to push yourself up off the ground, which was not a good idea as it dragged your leg across the gravel. A string of curses leapt from your mouth. 

“Woah, woah-” He knelt at your side, pulling you up into a sitting position with a hand under each of your arms.  "Shit, what happened? You're freezing."

Leaning into his side, you struggled to form words - instead fisting your hands in his coat as you tried to think. The sudden brightness of the white snow made your head buzz, a dull ache running through it.

"I dunno." You grumbled. "Got shot, I guess."

"You guess?" Leon echoed. Although his tone was snarky, you knew he was just trying to keep you calm and focused. He fumbled with his radio in his free hand. "Hunnigan? We're going to need that helicopter after all." 

The sharp pain now spanned the whole of your leg - as though it were resonating up and down the bone. In a single, swift motion, Leon reached over, pressing his palm down onto the wound. You gasped, unintentionally jerking your leg.

“Easy,” He spoke softly, as though to a small, frightened animal - which you supposed was appropriate. “Easy there, deep breaths,”

Remaining firm, he kept his hand in place; you couldn’t help but admire his unwavering confidence. Any kind of hesitation or mistake would have just caused you more pain, 

You grit your teeth, inhaling as he said. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his grimace; the way his nose wrinkled up at the sight of your leg. You couldn’t blame him, the dried blood gave off a sickening metallic smell. You gagged.

“Hey, Y/N?” His tone was playful - maybe a little more upbeat than he intended - an overcompensation to hide the anxious undertone. 

“Hm?” You replied - not necessarily disinterested, but more focused on breathing normally.

"Do you remember when we met?"

You furrowed your brow. Inhale, exhale. "What?" 

"Don't you remember? That time at the party? I vomited in your car."

The memory flooded back. 

The base was loud enough that you felt it buzzing in your feet more than you could hear it clearly. The twenty - maybe thirty? - people throughout the darkened apartment didn’t really seem to care. Or notice, for that matter. 

Despite being a party consisting almost entirely of trainee officers - there was an awful lot of “drunk and disorderly” going on. Not to mention a fair amount of “Indecent exposure” and without a doubt “possession” of some substances. But, hey, you weren’t going to ruin their vibe. 

This definitely wasn’t really your scene. 

You hovered in beside the doorway to the kitchen - unsure of what to do with yourself. It felt wrong to leave so early, but your friends had long since abandoned you and it wasn’t as though they’d miss you anyway. A girl you knew stumbled past you - her blonde hair recognisable anywhere - and for a moment you thought about saying hi. Then you noticed the boy she had in tow, who seemed to be getting awfully handsy.  

Yeah, I’ll just leave them to it.

Abandoning your cup of - let’s be real - who-knows-what, you awkwardly squeezed through the crowd towards the front door. A few boys whistled at you as you tried to slip past them and out into the bleakly lit hallway. Although it was slightly easier to ignore as they were all drunk out their minds - it still made you wrinkle up your nose in disgust.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the noise of the party. Letting out a sigh, you stared blankly down the corridor, allowing your eyes to adjust to the brightness.

“Those guys are dicks.” 

You whipped your head around comically fast, confused as to who had spoken. 

“Down here,” He added and you turned, seeing him sat neatly beside the door, just at your feet. He didn’t look at you, instead staring at the wall across from him. Even if you hadn’t been able to smell the beer, you could tell from the way he loosely gripped the bottle that he was smashed.

“Oh - uh, yeah.” you replied. 

“I don’t even like parties.” He said, looking up at you. “I have no idea why I’m here.”

As you held his gaze, shrugging sympathetically - you suddenly were able to place his face. He sat next to you in one of your lectures - it must have been a dull one, because you also remembered (making your face heat up a little) that you had spent a considerable amount of time thinking how cute he was. 

What was his name?

Somehow he looked completely different here - instead of being so tightly strung and nervous that he looked as though he might just collapse if anyone so much as looked at him, he seemed freer; calmer. His hair was messier too, you noticed, as he pushed it back out of his eyes - setting off butterflies in your stomach.

Leon. That was it.

“If it helps, it’s not really my scene either. I’m headed home,” you offered with a small smile. 

"I don't know if you've noticed," He said, matter-of-factly. "But I'm quite drunk, actually."

You stifled a giggle - he was much more fun to talk to like this, rather than his up-tight one word responses. If you were honest, you stopped trying with him within the first few classes, as he never seemed that interested in what you had to say and the moment class ended he suddenly became some kind of record sprinter to leave the lecture theatre.

"I could tell," 

He raised his eyebrows, nodding seriously. "Smart girl,"

For a slightly too long moment he paused and you watched as he searched for his words. It was unbearably cute to see the blonde-haired boy furrowing his brow, clearly thinking as hard as his intoxicated mind would allow. 

"I'd like to go home, but I can’t drive,” He said and then suddenly looked deeply dejected, as though the weight of his words just hit him. He let out a huff and ran his hand through his hair again. “I hate parties.” 

On any other occasion, you would have left the strange drunk guy in the corridor, where he belonged - no matter how cute he was.

Yet here you were, at two am with a very smashed Leon Kennedy in the passenger seat. It was lucky that you hadn’t touched your cup of mysterious liquid at the party, because driving with a passenger who has just vomited into a plastic bag four (maybe five?) times was surprisingly difficult. He was weirdly apologetic about the whole thing, groaning and holding his head.

“I promise I’m not normally this bad.” He gagged again. “God, I’m sorry.”

You tried to sound reassuring as you spoke, but the vile smell was enough to make you gag as well. Although driving quickly would have gotten you out of the rancid car sooner, every time you turned a corner or hit a pothole - the poor boy beside you grew paler.

“It’s ok!” you said, perhaps sounding a little too reassuring, your voice rising several octaves. Although it was possible that he wasn’t used to drinking - you thought, glancing over at Leon, whose knuckles had gone white holding the plastic bag - this was more likely to be something worse. “Not much further now,”

It was lucky the road was empty - as it neared twelve fifty - because you braked much more suddenly than you meant to, lurching both of you forwards slightly. Leon swore and threw a hand over his mouth. You swallowed, trying your best to ignore the retching coming from the seat beside you.

“Wow,” Leon said, his voice raspy. “This is a great way to impress girls.”

That made you laugh. Though you felt a little mean thinking it, you really got the idea that this guy didn’t get around as much as you first thought. He was attractive, sure, in a sort of pretty way - but he gave this overwhelming feeling of lameness; he was constantly sheepish. 

Exactly my type. 

“Oh, yeah - I bet all the ladies love this.” you grinned. “Remind me to arrange our second date once I’ve gotten the smell of sick out of my car.”

He actually laughed, sounding considerably more sober than when he got in. Although you wouldn’t want to admit it, the sound made your heart skip a beat. 

“Wait, so in this hypothetical scenario - I convinced you to come on a date with me?” he said. You could feel him looking at you. “Hypothetical me must be a real charmer.”

Okay, so he definitely was not as sober as you had thought. Heat rushed into your face as you desperately tried to remind yourself that he was drunk. He probably just flirts with everyone when he’s drunk. 

He continued. "Y'know, when I see you in class, I'm normally too scared to even talk to you."

You risked a glance over at him, finding him now staring out of the window into the dark. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, you're like," He paused. "Way out of my league"

Leon was clearly not sober, but spoke with such openness that it was difficult to not take what he said seriously. You focused on the road ahead of you, stopping at a red light - even though the junction was empty. The quiet in the car was by no means uncomfortable, perhaps the knowledge that he wasn’t going to remember this took most of the pressure away. His presence was so unobtrusive - calming, even - that it felt as though you had been friends for years. Although he may not have noticed it, you felt a distinct shift in the air between you. He'd started something; laid the groundwork for something to be built between the two of you. He’d given you a glimpse of who the two of you could be. And once he was sober again, in your next 09.00 AM lecture - he would feel the shift too.

Within a few minutes you pulled up outside his flat - this time doing your best to roll to a stop gradually. He thanked you, a little awkwardly, and apologised for the vomit smell. You smiled and insisted it was no problem. And that was it; he waited outside the door, speaking into the intercom and then disappeared into the flat a moment later.

It was a strange memory. Somehow, with only a few words, he had caught your attention. The whole way home you had thought about him; waiting anxiously for your next lecture. 

Leon adjusted his grip on your leg, which left you hissing in pain - grabbing onto his upper arm. Each breath of icy air stung at your lungs, leaving your head spinning even more violently. 

“Yeah, I remember.” You said. “What about it?”

Leon tipped his head in place of a shrug - avoiding putting you in any more pain - and grinned. “I have absolutely no clue what happened that night.”

That was new. You felt sure you’d heard him talk about it before: to friends - or even family, occasionally - when they asked how you met. As you considered it, he did tend to stay quiet, letting you tell the story - only chipping in with the odd comment. After all, he was practically off his head that night.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you half-grinned; half-grimaced. “I never knew that.” You tilted your head to look up at him, continuing with eager curiosity. “So - wait - did you just think that I just randomly started to talk to you, after like a year of us mutually sitting in silence?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

Mildly bemused, you snorted. “Oh my God, Leon - if you told me that back then I would have just about died.” 

It was true. Even though, as you got older, your self confidence seemed to grow - back then you were no more than a gangly twenty year-old, who would have crumpled at the first sign of rejection. Embarrassed may as well have been your middle name, since you spent so much time convinced that everyone else thought you were an idiot.

“Hey, I wasn’t complaining,” He said. “When the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen starts chatting to you like you’ve been friends forever - you don’t question it!”

Even after nearly a decade - he still made you blush. 

“Prettiest?”

“Mhm.”

As you struggled to find an answer that wouldn’t make you sound like either a disgustingly soppy romantic or socially inept teenage girl, your attention came back to your surroundings. With Leon there and the shock subsiding, you felt substantially warmer; your pulse was no longer thundering in your ears and while the pain was still by no means bearable, Leon had successfully kept your mind off of it. 

“D’you know how long until someone will get here?” You asked after a moment.

“Not long now, " he said, glancing off into the sky, perhaps waiting to hear the hum of a helicopter in the thick cloud. “It’ll be fine, Y/N.”

And after another seven minutes, you would see that he was right; it would be fine. You’d be operated on by one of the best doctors that the government could muster up and - without too much more hassle, you lived to see another day.

AN: how do you finish fics?????? I just run out of plot and end it like a terrible sitcom?????

[whimsy-writing-tangents]

Learning French #3

Qui or Que, subordonnée relative (sub sentences)

Next thing on my agenda is to setup a little more complex sentences. And both within french and english we do that by using connective words, to make 2 sentences into 1.

The car is blue. The car is old.

These two sentences looks very strange because we are repeating car twice, and we dont have to. We can connect the sentences and replace it with a relative pronoun used to introduce a subordinate clause and replace a noun. The way we do this in english is like this:

The car that is blue is also old.

Here "that" is a relative pronoun. It refers back to car. Im unsure of the grammar here in english, but most of the time we use who or whom for a person specifically most of the time and that or which if we dont refer to a person. In french it is slightly different.

The universial rule is:

qui to replace a subject

que to replace a direct object.

First, we need to determine if the noun being replaced is the subject or direct object in the second sentence. In french this is recognicable if we have a direct object or an indirect object if we are using a preposition as mentioned in a previous post.

Je parle à mon frere. Mon frere est gentil.

I speak to my brother. My brother is nice.

Here mon frere is an indirect object in the first sentence but the subject in the next, because of à in the first sentence. Which means the correct relative pronoun to use is qui. Which means we can modify two simple sentences into a complex sentence by using it. It cant be que because we dont have a direct object.

Je parle à mon frere qui est gentil.

I speak to my brother who is nice.

Now if we look at the first sentence we looked at in english.

The car is blue. The car is old.

La voiture est bleue. La voiture est vieille.

Which because of what we learned earlier, here the "this" we are reffering to is actually a the subject the car. It is not old or vieille that we are trying to refer to with that we are trying to refer to the subject. So the sentence becomes.

La voiture qui est bleue est vieille. (The car that is blue is old)

La voiture qui est bleue est aussi vieille. (The car that is blue is also old)

Here french follow the same position order as english. I don't know why, magic perhaps. Anyway if we look at the next sentence we can try to deduce what we need to use.

Le chat mange la pomme. La pomme est bonne

The cat eats the apple. The apple is good.

Since we have no prepositions we can assume that the apple is a direct object. But it is not because the second sentence The apple is the subject of is good or est bonne which means we actually have to use qui here. And then we can collect the sentence into one sentence by using qui.

Le chat mange la pomme qui est bonne.

In this sentence below we finally have a direct object. Because the thing that the subject Is "I" but the thing "I" love is "the car" so we are refering to the car the direct object of the first sentence in the last sentence. That means the correct thing to finally use here is que.

C’est une voiture. J’adore cette voiture.

Now to transform the sentence:

C'est une voiture que j'adore. (It is the car that I love.)

Now technically you have also learned how to construct a subordonnée sentence in french. Subordonnée means sub-sentence. The type we just constructed was a relative subordonnée.

[callmewrinkles3]

im loving the WEIRDLY SPECIFIC list sooo much haha, sorry if these are too much questions

22,23,34,35,38,41,44,45

22. What simple activity that most people do/can do scares your character?

Considering Em is a little introvert sunshine? Interacting with people its kind of scary. Not people in general but strangers. She does it but she rather be in her little bubble. But then Dan shows up in her life and thats kind of hard.

23. What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Em will FOREVER feel guilty about the fact she bad no idea who Dan was. She spent months truly believing he worked in PR with Blake. Maybe a mechanic. Anything but a racing driver. Years later she still feels awful, but Dan thinks it’s hilarious.

34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

If its her inner circle its a hug. With the time Dan kind of turned her into a hugger, so people she truly loves gets a hug. If it's people she likes but isn't that close to it's a smile and wave. People who know her know she doesn't like being touched and that's fine.

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Not going to her parents funerals. She had more than one reason to not go and she was pregnant so she couldn’t flight, but she wouldn’t have done it, not even if she could.

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Playing the piano. She won't play it unless it's for just Dan and the kids. But then her inner inner circle hear her counted times. Its a very sacred thing for her.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Everything from Dan. Everything. And some from Blake too, but everything from her boy. Alrighty and Understood are some. Sometimes the Aussie gets full force inside her and she throws the most Australian phrase ever and the boys would explode. Once she said brekkie, lippy, sunnies and servo they knew there was no way back. The first time Dan hear her saying “Good on ya” he hugged her so tightly it was ridiculous. Sometimes she sounds SO Australian it’s ridiculous. Once they're in Australia she starts going full Aussie. She's fine with that.

44. What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

Out of the ones she doesn't know, Spanish. She learned Italian for obvious reasons, then some French. It’ll be easy for her to learn Spanish cause its in the same family language. If she's in Spain she can work stuff out on signs, but she'd never try to speak or read anything. She knows three or four words really. But then if its fruits and stuff where the words are similar she can work it out.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Media. She hates it. She understands its part of her life because its big part of Dan’s life, but she doesn’t like it. She doesn’t understand who the fuck cares about where they are or what are they doing. Its just weird.

[iamtired10]

What’s your nationality?

im from mars, so marsian-nese 😈 been around for 1,000,000 years and you know what? i’ve fallen head over heels for three korean girls, one korean-aussie and this viet-aussie who sings super shy super shy like it's their anthem..

i swear they’re the reason i haven’t flown back to my home planet yet 🤧

my plan is simple: i’m staying here on earth to steal them all away.. yeah that’s right, they’re coming with me hehe :D

(but for real, i’m actually from asia.. just not comfy sharing my info, hope you understand)

[christophe76460]

Le moyen le plus simple de prouver la trinité est juste de lire la Bible du début à la fin. Vous verrez toujours les trois personnes en opération. C’est une chose totale. Mais juste pour vous montrer quelques versets intéressants : Genèse 1 dit: « Au commencement, Dieu » et le mot utilisé pour désigner Dieu est Elohim, et chaque fois qu’il y a un im, I-M, à la fin d’un mot hébreux, il indique le pluriel. C’est comme S ou X en Français, -chiens, chats, bijoux, courroux etc. C’est le pluriel ; im marque le pluriel. « Au commencement, Dieux » - pluriel ; et pourtant c’est un concept au singulier – Dieu – qui est vu au pluriel, ainsi donc même la trinité est présentée au tout début. Matthieu chapitre 3, Jésus se fait baptiser, le Saint Esprit est descendu sous forme d’une colombe, le Père a dit « Celui-ci est mon Fils bien-aimé, en qui j’ai mis toute mon affection. » Père, Fils, Saint Esprit ensemble, même scène, même passage. Jésus dit dans Jean 14, « Je vais partir, Je vais parler au Père, Il va envoyer le Saint Esprit. » Tous les trois dans le même passage, Jean 14 :16, 17

I Corinthiens chapitre 12, l’Apôtre Paul parle des dons spirituels. Il dit : « ...diversité de services, mais le même Seigneur ; diversité d’opérations, mais le même Dieu. » Trois versets et encore une fois tous les trois membres de la trinité sont mentionnés. Avez-vous lu la fin de 2 Corinthiens 13 :14, « Que la grâce du Seigneur Jésus-Christ, l’amour de Dieu et la communion du Saint-Esprit soient avec vous tous. Amen !» ? Tous les trois dans le même verset; et je pense, aussi, 1 Pierre 1:2, « (élus) selon la prescience de Dieu le Père, par la sanctification de l’Esprit, pour l’obéissance et l’aspersion du sang de Jésus-Christ. » Tous les trois dans le même verset. Vous avez les formules trinitaires dans Matthieu 28:19, ”Les baptisant au nom du Père, du Fils et du Saint Esprit,” tous membres égaux de la Trinité. Ils ne peuvent pas être des membres séparés. Le Modélisme est une idée ridicule, c’est l’idée suivant laquelle Dieu est parfois Père et ensuite Il porte la casquette du Fils et puis celle du Saint Esprit. Comment expliquez-vous le baptême de Christ car le Père dit 👉: “Celui-ci est Mon Fils bien aimé” et on voit l’Esprit de Dieu descendre comme une colombe ? Les modalistes ont un petit problème ici parce que les trois se manifestent au même moment.

Ce ne sont que quelques exemples de ce qu’il y a dans la Bible. Dieu est un, pourtant Il est trois. Et vous demandez : « Comment est-ce possible ? » Je ne sais pas. Je n’en ai aucune idée. Et tout ce message, comparé à la réalité de Dieu est comme un galet de sable comparé à chaque pièce dans l’univers. Je ne peux pas comprendre Dieu. Si vous essayez de comprendre la trinité, vous allez vous retrouver sous le lit récitant l’alphabet grec ! Vous ne pouvez pas le saisir. Ce n’est pas possible. Laissez tomber. Croyez tout simplement.

Dieu est un, pourtant Il est trois et je n’insinue pas qu’Il est trois comme le modalisme, le monarchisme ou le sabellianisme, qui était une hérésie qui prônait que Dieu était un artiste qui changeait vite. Comme si Dieu avais une penderie, Il sort et fait Son tour de Dieu , puis rentre porter rapidement porter Son costume de Saint Esprit, et en ressortir et Il passe Son temps à faire cet exercice. C’est réellement ce qu’ils affirmaient. Non. Dieu est un, et Il est aussi trois en même temps. Et les gens disent : « Bien, c’est comme un œuf ; le jaune, le blanc et la coquille. » Oh, je ne partage pas cet avis, je ne peux pas comparer Dieu à un œuf ! D’autres personnes disent, c’est comme de l’eau, elle peut être glace, liquide ou vapeur – ça ne marche pas non plus. Ce n’est comparable à rien, mes amis, ce n’est comparable à rien du tout. Il y en a qui disent que c’est comme la lumière, elle peut illuminer, réchauffer et elle peut produire l’énergie. Dieu est tout simplement Dieu et il n’y a aucune ampoule dans le monde, aucun œuf dans le monde et aucune eau comparable à Lui. Il est Dieu et Il est trois en un. Je ne le comprends pas. Je le crois. Et je me réjouis de ne pas le comprendre. Le jour où je comprendrai Dieu, je serai égal à Dieu.

[xplrvibes]

im still waiting for them release “xplr me daddy” merch…

I need you to be their marketing team. and i love your idea of them having basics open all year round. that just seems smart to me. and this hype of ‘you’ll never see these designs again’ uh?? Yeah we will. In a months time lol or at the very least something painfully similar to what you just released lol

have you got any of their merch?

- aussie anon

Yes, "xplr me daddy" shirts and medical scrubs, in honor of Colby receiving his doctorate.

The whole thing with opening up the merch shop for limited edition drops was designed explicitly so people didn't have time to sit and think about whether they wanted to buy the merch, cause if you snooze, you lose.

And sure, that's a smart (albeit shrewd and kind of shitty, but smart) business tactic to a point, but it's not sustainable in the longterm. You have to keep coming up with fresh designs all the time or people start to realize really quickly that "hey, wait...this is almost a carbon copy of what you sold me last month," or, "hey, wait...these designs are actually sloppy/lazy/borderline stolen."

So, now you're on the hook to come up with designs every single month and you've got to rush to print all this shit and hope like hell that people are still buying your hype and it just doesn't work forever. I mean, by the end of their run with fanjoy, you could feel the laziness and lack of creativity or any semblance of caring about anything having to do with the merch drops seeping out of every pore. I still remember that time that Colby "overslept" and was like 4 hours late to promoting his own merch drop, showed up and did one instagram story from bed where he literally said, "yea go buy the merch, if you want...if not, it's cool," and then never spoke of the merch or showed it off again.

It's burnout. They burn themselves out on it, and their lack of creativity or drive or passion for it and the inability to give people time to really save up for and WANT a special drop causes burn out on the fans' side, too.

Their biggest issue right now is that they spent so many years under fanjoy's thumb and operating model that they think that is the only way to do merch - so now, even after they brought it in house specifically so they could exert more control over their merch, they are still falling into the devil they know cause they have no idea what else to do. But they're also faster outgrowing the old "influencer" way of doing things and they've cultivated an audience that is beyond that style of promotion and hype...yet they haven't figured out how to get themselves out of that routine and expand into this new world they're in. So you've got this weird scenario where they have one foot in each world - they're in Zumiez, doing long term brick and mortar clothes, and yet they're still playing the old and played out merch drop game on their own shop site.

They need to stop. They need to give up the past and let go of the influencer routines once and for all and move forward.

Sorry. Lord, why am I rambling about this today? All this and I don't even OWN any of their merch! 😭😭

If I could have gotten any of their merch, it would've been the old school black t-shirt with the white X P L R letters on the front. Simple, timeless, impossible to go out of style. Everything they make now is too...busy, for me, personally.

[harufluff]

what enhypen would call their s/o

warnings - none

genre - fluffy fluff fluff, enhypen x fem!reader

yang jungwon - darling, jagi (honey, darling, etc.)

for jungwon he's such a sweet guy. I think he would DEFINITELY call his so 'darling' because it just suits him and he's like on the formal side I guess so there is a slim chance we will call his s/o like babe or something like that. Also I dont think he would have the confidence to call his s/o, y/nieeeeee or extend the last letter cause some names dont work with 'ie' I feel you bro. my name does not work like that

lee heeseung - love, my love, baby, angel

heeseung. well this man is a trip. anyway he's like a super sweet guy, but he's an introvert sooo its a little hard. he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable with what he calls you, even though you would probably tell him if you didnt like it but he gets worried. your his angel. I think he would play it safe and just go with the basics that still let you know that he loves you.

park jay - jagi, baby, babe

iuohargksohilua ok wait this is a big one. jay gives my like 'im sexy and ill make you flustered when I call you anything but your name' vibes. he likes to be the dominant one in the reactions ship in most ways. he genuinely just want to make you flustered and make fun of you for it…

sim jake - baby, sweetheart, lovely

he thinks their fun names and my dude is an aussie so it might come a bit more easily for him to call you those things. i feel like he wouldn’t realize that pet names would have an effect on you but man when he did, you’re dead.

park sunghoon - prince(ss), jagi, baby, sweetie

ok i feel like he would only call you baby when he wants to either guilt trip you or make your cheeks go red. and like he’s our ice prince to your his princess :)).

kim sunoo - sunshine, darling, an animal that he thinks you look like lol

hes a simple but peppy man. he considers you his sunshine, and i think he would find it cute it you called him the same name so yea. OML DARLING. ngl i can see him singing darling by svt so well. the animal nickname is reserved strictly for teasing or annoying you.

nishimura riki - dork, idiot, my girl, baby

again simple man. he will %100 make fun of you 24/7. therefore the names dork and idiot are used against you in a loving way of course. my girl and baby are when he wants something lol

© Harufluff 2022 | Do not copy, repost or claim any of my works.

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

that was staring from across the room | goodguyfitz x female reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings / other notes ↪I'mm aware he's a controversial influence. II couldn't care less whether you support him or not. I personally, enjoy his content and his humor. ↪ she/her pronouns used ↪swearing, drinking, drug use ↪ im aware mason has a gf (if you didnt know, he does) ↪ sexts / mention of sex

prompt ↪ the misfits were having their annual boozy party and you were invited. recently cameron (fitz) and you had gotten into a heated argument over a small thing, so there was a lot of tension in the air whenever you were near him.

A misfits party, it seemed like every other week that the misfits held a party where there were booze, weed and every other recreational drug you could think of.

But, it wasn't every day that they held a party as big as this one, a party for one of their friends. It was Chad's birthday today and of course, being his friend, I was invited.

Stepping into the Misfits house I am welcomed with an overwhelming smell of weed and the familiar sounds of people stuffing their nose with coke, I never did drugs of course. I lived a happy life without them actually.

"y/n!" mason slurred, already wasted off his face, wrapping his arms around my shoulders his breathe reeked of alcohol and ciggies but it was comforting because that was the mason I knew.

"hey macey" I laugh "god well don't you fucking look sexy you fucking dog." he says removing his arm to take a step back and look at my outfit, which was only a simple dress with flats, nothing too interesting for these aussies.

"thanks mason." I smile looking around, the house was crowded and packed "the boys are playing a game do you want to play or anything, its fucking truth or dare." he says pointing into a crowd of people "truth or dare?" I question him "chad the cunt wanted to play." he says "come come" he grabs my hand pulling me along.

Dragging me through the crowded corridors and packed rooms, finally making it to a room where it was just the Misfits and close friends.

Some of the Misfits were out like Matt, Swagger and Cameron.

But shortly after they returned with a fuck ton of alcohol which made the party from the house even more vibrant and loud even though the people in this room literally weren't even apart of that party.

"truth or dare." chad mumbles to me, rubbing his nose I look around. Cameron was staring at me with his judgy eyes, "dare" I grin to Cameron before looking back at chad.

You see days before this party, Cameron and I had gotten into an altercation where he called me some very debatable names resulting in his shit being burnt. He and I were never dating nor did we question what we were but I did have some sort of feelings for him, so thats why his name calling hurt me more than it should've.

"I dare you to kiss mason, on the lips. no side kiss bullshit." the room woo'd at the last part of the dare. I shrug, I wasn't drunk but I also wasn't going to back down from a dare especially when I cockily grinned at Cameron who I swore I'd do everything to make jealous.

Mason laughs "fuck it come here." he says and I get up and walk towards him as he cups my face and kisses me, roughly yet tenderly, the booze taste in every inch of his mouth. I'm not complaining, it was a way to get drunk without actually touching a bottle.

We pulled apart and I sat back down, crossing my legs and the room was now filled with laughters and multiple rounds of applause from everyone except one person, the one person that was staring from across the room.

The one with the blue eyes, who was sat directly across from me. Twirling a silver ring between his long pale fingers effortlessly, crossing my legs I stare directly at him, not moving a single bone in my body "truth or dare" I smirk, he nods. Understanding at what game I was playing.

"dare" was the first word I had heard come out of his mouth in a few days, thats how long it had been since I had heard from him.

But as those words left his mouth, the room fell quiet. Everyone feeling the tension between him and I "guys you pricks had to make it awkward..." toby says, "you heard me... dare." he says leaning forward not moving his eyes from mine.

"send a sext to the seventh person in your messages." I shrug, it wasn't some big dare that was suppose to get him going but I couldn't think of anything when he was staring at me like that. He pulls his phone out of his pocket not moving his eyes from mine "whats with the eyes McKay?".

"alright, guys, come on." Jay says "no, let them go at it." Mason says "if anything these cunts will be fucking by the end of the night." he continues placing a lit ciggie in his mouth.

Cameron scoffs typing a message "done y/l/n" he flips the phone with a smirk. My phone goes off and it was him.

i know you're mad at me, you're hot though and i'd fuck the shit out of you.

"who was it?" Everyone asks Cameron eagerly and I look up from my phone "I need to take this." I lie standing up and walking out of the room, heading straight to the bathroom.

Banging on the door to hear people having sex, I grunt kicking the door angrily before making my way downstairs to the alcohol. Sure there was alcohol upstairs but the message... the message.

I look at the alcohol, it was teasing me "here" a guy says handing me a bottle "thanks" i smile before walking off.

I didn't make it back to the room filled with Misfits, instead I down the bottle and make my way back. Only he had that kind of affect on me. The affect that makes me swoon even when I hate him, that affect that makes the purest of hearts go bad.

Time had passed and I was now 10... 11.... 20 something bottles in. The party hadn't died, infact it was more alive than ever and every single worry had disappeared... including my phone.

In a panic I run back to the place that gave me alcohol "what's the, phone." my words were slurred, of course they were I was drunk. "what?' the man had said "y/n?" a loud voice yelled from the stairs, I spin around and see Cameron.

"shit, shit." I say slowly realising and running out back hoping he wouldnt find me.

Not look where I was going, I run straight into the pool. Swimming back up I scream "FUCK" this night just turned terrible.

Cameron runs out and sees me in the pool, giving me his cocky stare once again. "get up" he says placing his hands on his hips, eventually lifting one up to rub his dome. He was fully sober, sure he had been drinking but he didnt drink enough to be even licked (partly drunk).

"no" I slur, pushing my hair out of my face. "y/n, get out." he says and I stare at him, narrowing my vision to him and only him "what are you going to call me a dish-washing prostitue again." my words continued to be slurred, but they were nothing but the truth.

Everyone outside stops, staring at him and I.

"y/n, i won't repeat myself get the fuck out." he say taking off his shoes and cap, getting in the pool before grabbing me and pulling me towards the edge "let go of me." I try shimmying out of his grip but he was strong. He lifts me up onto the ledge, using his arms as back support as he leaves them wrapped around me.

"i'm sorry." he admits and the party goes back to normal.

He was still standing in the pool "i can't hear you the music is loud." I mumble leaning foward "Im sorry" he says "as you fucking should be." I point to him and he nods.

"KISS" someone yells from above, "who the fuck" "mason" he cuts me off "and don't ever look at me like that again." I slur to him, my mind was on straight after hearing his apology. The words... not so much.

"what?" he says "you fucking staring you mud cunt." I say "I was just admiring you." he shrugs before letting go of me and lifting himself up.

"well, then stare at me like that again."

[sweetheart-sunghoon]

𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲

wc : : idk not that much tho

contains : : just floof

summary : : terms of endearment enhypen would use

## 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴

not a heavy user of nicknames

his favourite is probably jagiya tho

plays around with darling in english sometimes

possibly angel too cause he likes the sound of it

maybe a bit of sweetheart (aein) every now and then

calls you princess/prince (gongjunim/wangjanim) when he gets into his dramatic aegyo moods

also kinda gives off "my wife" vibes

would simply pass away if you called him some sort of cute nickname like seungie or something

might have something similar for you as well

likes being called babe by you

## 𝗷𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸

definitely a babe kinda guy

also baby/babygirl/babyboy

dear lord, what i would do for him to call me babygirl

OH MY GOD SCREW THAT ACTUALLY WHAT IF HE SAID "THATS MY GIRL" DEAR GOD

sorry for the outburst, head full one thought kinda moment

but if you're like me and lose your mind at the prospect of "that's my girl/that's my boy" then jay will no doubt abuse his new found power of you

only in a teasing way tho don't worry 😌

he just loves seeing his baby get all flustered because of something he did or said

on the other hand...

will get hella flustered if you call him babyboy just fyi

not really a nickname but definitely tells you you're the love/light of his life

## 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺

as an aussie, the act of giving someone a nickname runs deeply through his veins

definitely calls you by a shortened version of your name if it's possible

uses clingy nicknames to annoy you

"y/n-poo" "bubba-wubba"

probably uses baby and babe when he's feeling extra suave

ooh ooh !

definitely the type to be like "hey pretty girl" (with your preferred pronouns of course)

now personally 😌 not saying i would sell a kidney 😌 to hear him say "love" 😌 but that's exactly 😌 what im saying 😌 i suspect many of you would agree 😌

not opposed to being called baby boy

has a love-hate relationship with jakey

## 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻

gets too embarrassed to use nicknames at the beginning of your relationship

but might start to use them as it progresses

nothing too crazy tho

mostly just jagi or a shortened version of your name

pls call him prince

any language will do, he'll blush regardless

same with my love (though it's more effective in korean)

his heart will melt every single time

## 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼

not super into it 🤔

he only uses like every singke nickname ever in the world in the universe 🤔

nan fr sunoo uses terms of endearment all the time for you

jagiya (babe), nae sarang (my love), aein (sweetheart), aegiya (baby), in english sweetheart, cutie pie, sunshine, baby

would definitely assign you an animal he can call you as

"my cute little hippo 😍" "there's my precious pray mantis 😍"

bad examples but you get the point

you MUST match his energy with nicknames

he WILL cry if you don't

very much the type to get upset or be shocked when you use his name rather than a nickname

anything will do

a simple sunnie or babe will do but the more dramatic the better

would really really love it if you called him "mine" or "my boy" or "my sunoo"

## 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻

100% a jagi/jagiya man

that's it

simple as that

would happily and consistently use noona if you're older than him

likes any nickname or term of endearment you want to use for him as long as it's not too weird

likes to hear you call him sweetheart in both korean and english (and any other language you speak)

also darling

## 𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶

japan doesn't really have terms of endearment between lovers

so riki just prefers to just call you by your name (no matter the language the two of you communicate in)

the occasional y/n-chan

gave jagi a go but gets way too embarrassed of himself and never said it again and will scream if you ever bring the moment up

under the poor guidance of jay, jake and sunoo, he might experiment with babe/baby

it's a hit or miss tho tbh

LOVES it when you use nicknames on him tho

babe, baby, baby boy, my love

he likes it all

huge fan

won't admit that tho

[ador3him]

hii i saw that the requests are open and well here i am! i would like something with sapnap and a male!reader who really likes football and sends messages to his favorite players wishing them a "good match" and when sapnap finds out he can't stop teasing the poor reader

pairing: sapnap x male!reader

warnings: swearing, the use of the word 'sex'

requested? yes by anon!!

wc: unknown

a/n: OJAY HIII so basically im aussie and only know aussie footy which is nrl (national rugby league) people so i had to search up nfl players and teams (i used sooners and packers bc thats the only teams ik, my irl friend's american) bc yk im not american. also i assumed you meant footy (nfl) not soccer :)

"What are you doing?" Sapnap asked sitting next to y/n, trying to look over his shoulder. He turned off his phone and looked over to Sapnap, "Nothing, just on insta," he smiled and got off the couch. "No, what are you doing. You were smiling all giddy at your screen, gimmie," Sapnap motioned for y/ns phone. "No fuck off, Sap," he laughed moving further away from him and went back on his phone in the kitchen.

Sapnap snuck up behind him and took a good look at his screen from over his shoulder.

Dear Drake,

I havent texted you since your last game. It went well!! Now its time to verse the Packers! I got to be honest, I love the Packers. They are my second team, I am sorry but theyre good!

Just remember to not hurt Christian, I know hes a wide reciever so chances are slim either way but I really like him.

Good luck Drake!! Not like you need it. I will text you after the game and let you know my thoughts.

Y/n

"Are you texting Drake Stoops? Like the wide reciever for Sooners?" Sapnap chuckled a bit. "Sapnap!" y/n jolted as he got snuck up on. "Were you?" He asked again. "Fine yes I was! Its not weird I really like doing it. I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. Its nice to let them know you care." y/n ranted in embarrassment.

"Have they ever responded?" Sap asked curiously. "That doesnt matter," he mumbled walking away. "Yes it does! Tell me," Sapnap begged following him. "Fine, once. Christian Watson. He said that he loves getting my messages." y/n responded. Sapnap just looked at him. "Do you have a crush on Christian Watson?" He asked. y/n face screwed up, "No, he is a good player. Why does everything have to be couples or romance or sex all the time." He asked. "It was a simple question, im not the one texting celebrities!" Sapnap defended himself.

y/n sighed and sat on the couch turning the TV to the sports channel. "I think its sweet, I was only teasing you because you get defensive." Sapnap admitted. "Good, i think its sweet as well," y/n replied, spreading a blanket over the two of them.

[babyboywilson]

stolen moments in chaos; accidentally perfect

Kiss #7 - French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

“CAS!” Dean yelled in warning as he ducked down behind the bar to dodge the vampire attack.

Cas whirled around and immediately stepped in between the bar and the vampire, caught between moving towards Dean and keeping the vampire as far away as possible.

Sam, somehow prepared even though they were tracking down witches not vampires, was currently the only one with a knife big enough to decapitate vamps with. Which left Dean and Cas to resort to either hand-to-hand combat or the garot Dean had in his jacket pocket until Sam could come to their rescue.

Which was totally fine. Cas could handle himself without any effort. Until another two vampires rounded the corner, and suddenly it was three against one.

Make that four.

Cas hadn’t been expecting one to creep up behind him and he felt the presence shift into his periphery.

At the last second he dove to the ground behind the bar, tumbling into Dean and landing haphazardly on top of the hunter; knocking them both to the ground.

Which again, would’ve been totally fine. But as Cas had shifted to righten himself from a sprawled position across Dean’s chest to propping himself onto his knees, Dean had tried to steady Cas too with a hand on the angel’s waist. Their heads tilted at just the right angle as they both moved… and their lips brushed together, soft and steady for a fleeting second.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath at the touch, and Cas felt dizzy with yearning. Years he’d spent imagining what it would be like to kiss Dean.

Was that a kiss? Did that even count? It was just an accidental brush of lips. He could play it off, right? Dean wouldn’t ever have to know his feelings. They’d brush it under the rug like every other lingering touch and stolen glance they’d shared.

Cas put his hand down onto the floor, attempting to push himself away, but Dean’s hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist and pulling him closer.

“Wait,” Dean mumbled, voice barely a whisper in the space between them.

Squaring his shoulders, Cas prepared for the vamps to attack but when he peered over his shoulder there wasn’t anything there. Instead, Dean’s hand was tugging on him urgently, and Cas cast his attention back to the hunter.

“Just, let me-” Dean whispered. Again, Cas thought Dean was attempting to stand up. But instead, Dean’s eyes were locked on Cas’ lips as he slowly closed the gap between them.

The kiss was feather light; a whisper of lips against Cas’ before they were gone. Cas’ eyes closed, and he reached out to grip Dean’s bicep to steady himself as the ground felt shaky beneath his knees.

With eyes still closed, Cas felt the touch of Dean’s lips against his own again, this time firmer and more insistent. Not just a ghost of a kiss, but a spark of something desperate and demanding.

Oh God.

They shouldn’t be doing this now. Not when there were vamps just on the other side of the bar waiting to kill them. But Dean’s mouth was gliding over his own, tempting and warm, and Cas couldn’t stop himself from kissing Dean back.

One second it was just simple kisses, experimental, and then Dean was wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling Cas even closer as he deepened the kisses.

Cas gripped hold of Dean’s shoulder, feeling his own handprint scar through the flannel, and his fingers squeezed tightly as Dean licked across his lower lip. Gasping, Cas felt Dean slide his tongue into his mouth and, God, it shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.

Distantly, Cas could hear scuffling and what sounded like wolf-whistling, but the sounds were muted and fuzzy; his entire being focused on Dean’s tongue exploring his mouth and the little moans of pleasure from Dean. They both were too busy to notice several vampires had moved to attack, only to pause in shock at the sight behind the bar.

“Should we kill them?”

“It’s not even a fair fight if they’re too busy making out.”

“Do you even know who they are? Dean Winchester and the Angel. Everyone knows they’ve been making eyes at each other for years.”

“Well it’s about damn time they shoved their tongues down each other’s throats.”

The conversation was broken with, “Shit, another Winchester,” and the fight raged on around an oblivious Cas and Dean.

Slowly, with teasing strokes, Dean traced his tongue across the back of Cas’ teeth before breaking each movement by pulling back and grazing their lips together again. It was like Dean was memorizing every crevice of Cas’ mouth, as if he wanted to paint a picture in his mind of how Cas tasted.

Cas couldn’t get enough. He chased the feeling of Dean’s mouth against his own, groaning quietly as Dean ever-so-slowly licked across the roof of his mouth before pulling back slightly to lighten the kiss.

The gentle press of their mouths together was teasing and slow, and all Cas wanted to do was lick his way into Dean’s mouth the same way Dean had done to him. Lingering in the softness of plush lips for a few more blissful seconds, Cas moved to slide his tongue along the seam of Dean’s mouth to deepen the kiss when-

“Guys? Vamps are all dead. You can come and- oh for the love of God! Seriously?” Sam’s voice cut through the air from the other side of the bar.

The kiss broke with a sharp exhale as they both turned to look at Sam.

“You two decide to suck each other’s tongues now? Mid-fight?” Sam said, gesturing at the two of them accusingly with the blood-stained blade in his hand.

Dean’s hand dropped down to Cas’ waist, squeezing tightly as he said, “It was Cas’ fault. He started it.”

“It was an accident!” Cas said, shoving at Dean’s arm but pulling it back a second later because he missed the contact. “You’re the one who deepened it.”

A smirk danced across Dean’s lips. “I can stop kissing you then.”

“Please don’t,” Cas said, moving a hand to the back of Dean’s neck and tugging him closer so he could kiss at the side of Dean’s mouth.

“Find your own way back home,” Sam said in a mixture of fond exasperation and frustration; throwing his hands up in defeat as he spun on his heel and fled the bar.

“He can’t go far. I’ve got the keys,” Dean muttered, arching up to fleetingly brush their mouths together again.

“Shut up and kiss me, Dean,” Cas said. But instead of waiting for Dean to make a move, Cas crashed his lips against Dean’s and tangled their tongues together.

Beta’d by the darling @aussie-twat!

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[a-room-of-my-own]

I 200% agree with you about how the “Karen” meme is misogynistic but for you to day its racist? Its not racist….. is it discriminatory, absolutely but white people are seen as the default, white people have never suffered for the simple fact that they’re white. Get that out of your head. The Karen meme started as a way to point out how white women sometimes use their whiteness in order to put people of color in danger and or uncomfortable situations when said people of color we’re either minding their business or basically doing nothing at all except for existing as POC. White women would do this to other women of color too you know? And i agree that it got out of hand because now its just a thing you say to white women to shut them up ( which is sexist and misogynistic) so i hate it as much as you. Im a feminist and i will fight and advocate even for racist white women who hate me but the thing is : White people have never and will never experience racism but I mean you’re french so im not surprised you think like that. Your country is one of the most racist places on earth, on s’est tous que les français détestent tout ce que est « autres ». On va pas maintenant venir se voiler la face à propos de la réalité des femmes de couleurs que les femmes blanches vont jamais avoir à subir ou a naviguer. On that note, have the day you deserve ❤️

Écoute, vu que tu es française (ou belge), du moins francophone, on va se parler français ce sera plus clair. S'il y a une différence culturelle, plutôt que sur le soit disant racisme atavique des français, elle se situe déjà sur le plan légal. Quand la loi française condamne les injures en raison de l'origine, la religion ou la race supposée, elle n'exclut personne.

La différence avec les États-Unis c'est qu'il n'y a pas de loi similaire, et donc les propos racistes, s'ils ne constituent pas de menace explicite, sont protégés par la liberté d'expression. Voilà pourquoi tu peux avoir un KKK ou des Proud Boys, ou Fox News etc ce qui explique aussi pourquoi le débat est aussi polarisé, parce que les personnes victimes de racisme n'ont aucune protection légale.

Après honnêtement dans cette discussion d'une manière générale je trouve que les gens font preuve d'une grande naïveté quand ils pensent qu'accepter des manifestations de racisme quand ça touche quelqu'un qu'ils n'apprécient pas n'aura pas de conséquences pour eux. Tu crois franchement qu'une personne qui tient ce genre de propos le fera uniquement quand ça concerne la cible jugée acceptable? C'est comme les hommes qui "respectent" les femmes, sauf celles qu'ils traitent de putes. Ou qui ne sont jamais violents sauf avec celles qui provoquent. Pour avoir rencontré mon petit lot de poètes qui m'ont traité de pute en pleine rue en justifiant leurs insultes par ma nationalité, je pense que d'une manière générale ils ne débordent pas de tolérance envers les personnes d'une autre culture que la leur... D'une manière générale.

Les principes à géométrie variable ça ne vaut absolument rien.