#im so lucky oh em gee

[cin3maa]

BRO I,,,,,, im so hapy i got the shizuku and haruka cardsfrom the new(not anymore lol) event but GIVE ME THE AIRIIIIII

[ssparksflyy]

BUT I DONT WANNA DANCE, IF IM NOT DANCING WITH YOU ♡ !

pairing percy jackson x ballerina!reader summary (smau) just a few days in the life as a pro ballerina nd her loving bf ( ꈍ◡ꈍ) an guys i dont know anything abt ballet please dont come for me 😭 also!! first smau and first time writing in foreverrrrr

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soyn last few days in the studio have been soso hectic but im forever great full i get to spend them with some of the most beautiful amazing dancers in the whole wide worlddd ‹𝟹 ( dont forget to buy ur tickets for our upcoming recital !! )

annie.beth u guys literally look so good !! popped in the other day to help with lighting issues and oh em gee im so excited nd proud!!

⤷ soyn and u didnt say hello !! literally what !!

⤷ annie.beth my boss didnt let me ᴖ̈

⤷ soyn they hate to see us together fr

tallesttiptoes blood sweat nd tears going into this guys buy ur tickets ꃋᴖꃋ

⤷ soyn no literally like the amount of band-aids i have on rn ....

⤷ perseajackson can confirm shes gone through two boxes of hello kitty band-aids in the last month

lightning.mcqueen where can i buy tickets plsss (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

⤷ soyn TY JASON !! (balletwebsite.com) !!

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perseajackson day like forty seven of trying new recipes except when i tried making what i had originally planned i spilled like half of our salt ... we resorted to pasta but its a win cause my gf loves pasta

fireboy how the hell did u spill half of ur salt

⤷ perseajackson ive literally watched you intentionally put seven cups of salt into a cake before

⤷ fireboy ... and what im a salty man

⤷ prettygirlpipes we know

lightning.mcqueen waiting for the day u make me dinner ᴖ̈

⤷ perseajackson ill make u a full course meal bro dw

⤷ lightning.mcqueen bro ily

⤷ perseajackson omg no ily more

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soyn best chef in ny fr !! after ur mom ofc

⤷ perseajackson real i can never compete with her she'd eat me up

⤷ soyn its cause she's sally jackson babe dw

now playing ... birds of a feather by billie eilish

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prettygirlpiper group met up at the fair this weekend nd omg ... i have not laughed n had so much fun since i cant even remember like core memory fr + everybody's fav couple making the whole fair feel single

annie.beth WE LITERALLY NEED TO DO THIS MORE IT WAS SM FUN

⤷ fireboy YALL DONT UNDERSTAND I HAVE NO LIFE IM FREE WHENEVERRR ( ˶•ᴖ•) !!

hazelluvsu i had so much fun except for when i almost died of laughter after watching jason lose at thirteen games in a row

⤷ lightning.mcqueen TRAITOR

⤷ perseajackson damnnnn u did my man dirty hazel

⤷ letsbefrank nah cause it was genuinely sad after a while

⤷ lightning.mcqueen percy ur the only one who understands me

soyn ily guys sm omgggg (pipes dont be shy send me that pic ˘ ³˘)

⤷ prettygirlpiper i gotchu pooks dw ♡

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soyn im working late, cause im a singer dancer ( recital is in two days we r stressing but so ready !! )

tallesttiptoes OH YEAH im so ready (im not ready at all) literally so pumped (crying in my closet rn) i CANNOT wait (im going to kms)

⤷ luvrgirlsteph WE GOT THIS GIRL DONT KYS ‹𝟹

perseajackson ilysm babe u got this !!

⤷ soyn tysm percy ily (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

⤷ prettygirlpiper omg i hate u guys #bringbacktoxiccouples

⤷ perseajackson stay jealous

hazelluvsu u got this yn !! ur an amazing leader i just know all the girls in ur studio r so lucky to be working with u !!

⤷ tallesttiptoes YESS WE AREEEE

⤷ luvrgirlsteph yn my fav dancer fr !!

⤷ soyn ilysm pretty girls ‹𝟹

now playing ... new years day by taylor swift

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soyn theres glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, and i am holding onto these memories as they hold onto me- we did it !!

perseajackson words cannot explain how proud i am of u babe, i literally started crying and the guy next to me hugged me and we cried TOGETHER

⤷ soyn NO WAY NO U DID NOT

⤷ lightning.mcqueen yes he did leo and i can confirm ill send u the pics rn

⤷ soyn THIS IS GOLDEN WHAT

fireboy THAT WAS SO COOL U LOOKED LIKE A PRINCESS I WANNA DO BALLET

⤷ soyn BETTTT LEO U GOT THAT

⤷ prettygirlpiper ohmygod i cannot wait to see how this ends

annie.beth U GUYS DID SO WELL IT WAS AMAZING !!

⤷ hazelluvsu my jaw was literally on the floor to whole time ꃋᴖꃋ

⤷ letsbefrank drop the leg day routine cause HOW

⤷ soyn STOPPP ILY GUYS SM (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥)

© ssparksflyy ┊ ur user was inspired by so high school n so american - like if you put my name in it would be 'sobells' yk?? yk.

[jihyoruri]

not 🦩anon but here are some of my paranoia! yn and wonyoung dating headcannons because they’re all i can think abt now

opposite aesthetic, same love

- paranoia! yn and wonyoung are polar opposites when it comes to their aesthetic and styles, with yn leaning more towards the ‘edgier’ or ‘grungier type of clothing while wony likes to keep her outfits elegant and preppy BUT they loveeee to switch aesthetics for fun. fans will catch wonyoung ‘coincidentally’ wearing yn’s dark and oversized clothing while yn tries on wony’s cute and preppy outfits to make her laugh. they also bond over eo’s make up. yn giving wony an edgy, bold look and in return, wony will give yn a soft and glowy make up (to which the boys definitely tease her for)

support from afar

- with ive’s popularity and paranoia rising towards fame, wony and yn can’t physically be together all the time like they want, so what they do is they leave little mementos for each other. yn keeping a lucky bracelet that wony gave to her and tying it to her guitar while wonyoung will wear a ring that yn gifted to her, hidden in plain sight. yn will also send a voice memo with a calming pep talk or even a few riff she’s working on and wonyoung will reply with short videos of her practicing dance moves or clips from rehearsal

public vs private

- like that one anon said, wonyoung has a reputation to hold and is definitely much more careful with her image while yn leans more towards the carefree style, it actually balances them instead of stressing eo out. wonyoung is the calm to yn’s storm, while yn encourages her gf to just let go and live life the way she wants. but in private and alone, their dynamic is actually completely different from their public persona. wonyoung can be silly and unfiltered around yn’s presence since she’s really one of the few people she can let true self with, while yn is surprisingly soft and caring

wonyoung is yn’s muse

- goddddddddd these two really can be alex turner and alexa chung 😩 ever since that ask, i can imagine that the moment yn and wony start dating, she finds herself writing songs about her ALL THE DAMN TIME. so much so that she literally devotes an entire album to wonyoung (maybe AM can even be the album 👀) sm wants her to write a love a song? boom, wonyoung comes in mind. a ballad? she’ll recall that one fight they had and how it terrified her bc she panicked the moment wony walked out in the middle of the argument

that’s all i can think of for now and since not a lot of stuff has been written abt paranoia, there’s a chance that i might mischaracterize yn so im sorry in advance 🙏🏼 rooting for this couple in the future tho 😘

oh em gee I love these the funniest thing about these alex and alexa I literally have I wanna be yours and r u mine? on a track list that I’ve been making for paranoia’s discography and then yall come with the alexa and alex comparisons

[the-panmixxia]

Pound of Prevention (and an ounce of cure) Chapter 1

Before we begin the fic, I would like to preface this by saying - this is my continuation of the 'A Black Cat For (un)Luck' and is also my big bang for this year! I was lucky enough to be paired up with @im-an-anxious-wreck to create some incredible art. I hope you check them out and stay tuned for the master post! (I no longer have a pc, so I'm doing all this on mobile,,, please be kind lmao)

"Oh em gee. What's a lil cutie like you doing in here?"

Virgil froze, fur standing on edge as spook quietly tilted spooks head. In the darkness of the apartment, spooks vampire roommate lurked rather ominously. The vampire that was supposed to be at work right now, shit. Had Virgil forgotten a day off, holiday of some kind? Why the fuck was Remy here!

"An itty bitty kitty~" They purred, and faster than Virgil could blink, spook was lifted by the scruff. "Where the heck did you come from? How'd you even get in? I bet Virgil let you in, knew that little shit was keeping a secret. Honestly thought spook just had a boyfriend or some shit like that. I prefer this though."

Virgil yowled in mild irritation, willing spooks body to move so spook could get out of this embarrassing hold. Remy simply smiled, showing off a row of pearly whites, along with an intimidating set of fangs. Virgil would've been intimated if it wasn't Remy.

"Spicy lil' cayenne coffee, huh? What do you want, babes?"

'let me down!' Virgil internally roared. It came out as a fierce sounding hiss, but Remy simply cooed in spooks face. Humiliating.

"Oohhh I'm keeping you. Don't care what Virgie says. You snooze, you lose. C'mon, there's some chicken in the fridge, it's time to totally manipulate your affection and make me your fave owner. Yeah. Bet cranky lil Virge never gives you chicken, huh? Criminal. Absolutely criminal."

Virgil was plonked down on the cabinets, gentle claws scratching spooks ears before wandering off towards the fridge. Spook meowed imploringly, but was ultimately ignored. Bummer. The kitten looked around, sniffing the outlet and cringing at how filthy it was. Spook should probably clean the kitchen properly in the morning, the landlord would probably blow up and evict them both if they reported another ant infestation.

Spook peered over the edge of the cabinet as Remy was preoccupied googling what cats could eat. The answer was no they can not eat fruit loaf Remy you idiot -

Hmm. The ledge was too tall for Virgil to safely launch spookself off. In human form, spook had a reputation as the perfect blend of cat and cryptid due to the uncanny ability to appear on random surfaces and within impossible crevices - though it seemed in actual cat form, Virgil was lacking.

This called for one thing. It was time to meow frantically until everyone caved to spooks needs.

Meows began, slipping out the kitten's body with ease, practically screaming with urgency. Lemme down! Lemme down, I want down!

It was effective, Remy whipping around and staring at Virgil as if the kitten had burst into song or something as equally baffling. After a second, Remy shook their head and stood up, shushing loudly.

"Shhh, no, shhh! You're gonna wake Virgil up! That little goth is deprived of sleep as it, we can't be waking spook up."

Aw. Well, that was almost cute.

"Plus, spooks such a stress head, I know if spook wakes up I'll just get chewed out for calling in sick today."

So that's why Remy was still here? Virgil hadn't forgotten their shifts. Little shit. Spook yowled in the utmost distaste, and Remy just narrowed his eyes, hands on hips.

"Don't give me that look, you crusty little feline. You gotta take a day off every once in a while, keep your boss on their toes."

Crusty? How could anyone be so cruel to a little kitten? Virgil hissed in offense, swiping tiny claws towards spooks roommate.

Remy seemed to interpret the dangerous display as an urge to be picked up, as Virgil was once again in spooks roommate's arms - thankfully the hold was no longer on Virgil's scruff and instead cradled in Remy's arms, the gentle kiss to spooks head was vastly different to Remy's usual casual affection.

"C'mon, hissy-boy, let's grab you something to eat. I'll just give ya, yup, there it is. Eat this, babes, hear cats go nuts over this stuff."

Four paws landed on a cheap laminate floor, as Remy placed both the cat and a take-away container of dry chicken down. Huh. At least it was human food? Yeah, it was certainly more appealing than the strange oat food that Virgil was fed the last time a person found spook in kitten form.

"Alright, babes! I think we just became besties, huh? Are you my best friend? I'm gonna tell Virgil I've ditched spook for you. I'm sure I'll be forgiven."

Well, at least that much was true. If Remy had brought home another cat Virgil would have been more than happy to house the little thing, but that wasn't the point! There was no way Virgil would tell Remy about this predicament either, they'd never let spook live it down. Virgil bumps spooks head against Remy's leg gently, to signal spook was finished eating.

"Aw. I guess I'll let you mooch around. Gotta get out of these day clothes," Remy tugged on their pajamas "and into something stylish. B-R-B, kitty cat."

This gave Virgil some time on spooks own, mooching around the apartment - spook never normally left spooks room during these nightly spells, but Virgil didn't realize how different everything would look from down here. Even the chipped coffee table looked like some sort of landmark.

The shower kicked in a few moments later, while Virgil was trying to scale the couch, and spook was quietly happy that spook wasn't sleeping - Remy didn't have a great gauge of how much noise they were making, and had woken Virgil up on multiple occasions.

The time alone have Virgil time to ponder spooks predicament for the millionth time. As inconvenient as this curse is, Janus really could've hit spook with something a lot more deadly - Virgil is thankful for that, at least, but really how long can the bitter mage keep this going? There is a time limit, surely. Virgil can't spend spooks entire life turning into a kitten every night like some mockery of Princess Fiona. Maybe, just maybe, Virgil should speak to Janus again. Not to forgive him. To stop this. Yeah, that was it.

It's Janus that should be asking for Virgil's forgiveness, anyway. It's totally immoral to curse your former best friend and roommate. Probably. In fact, the mage was so far up his own ass with all that philosophy crap, he'd probably go on a long monologue on how perfectly moral this whole situation is while also dressing down the idea of morality or… Something. Virgil kind of tuned out of those debates.

Yeah, no, contacting Janus would be spooks last choice. Virgil was not interested in trying to appeal to their ego again, especially not with Remus around, being a little shit and stoking the flame.

Virgil huffed and tried to find a position that was comfortable to curl up on. Being much smaller only seemed to magnify the lumps and bumps in the old piece of furniture, the stuffing underneath the fake leather was compressed into a texture resembling porridge, and still smelt like the sidewalk spook and Remy dragged it from. Vampires had advanced senses of smell, so could Remy smell this shit all the time? Are they used to it? It was so gross. No wonder Virgil burst out in pimples whenever spook crashed on the couch.

A curt knock rapped on the apartment door. Virgil froze on the couch and tilted spooks head. They weren't expecting anyone, unless Remy decided to pull a 'roommate mega dick move' and invite friends over, in the middle of the night, without telling Virgil.

The mystery person knocked again, but the shower kept running and there were no other indications that Remy heard the door. Virgil tediously jumped down, trying to utilize the powers of this strange body spook was inhabiting to listen in on clues of who this may be-

"Hey, Microsoft-nerd, we aren't knocking on doors! Waking up the neighbours is not the way to get help in feline forage!"

The voice was unfamiliar to Virgil, as was the answering voice, much closer to the door.

"I am aware of the standard procedure, Roman. However, on this occasion, I can sense a fellow vampire is inside and thus there is a high chance they'll answer the door. Though that does not seem to be the case right now…"

"Shoot, can't you use your magic vampire brain to communicate?"

"No, Roman, that only works with fellow coven members. And even then it takes an especially large bond to send comments or instructions. It's mostly feelings of visions of something - like sending the sense of danger out to alert the whole coven to a hostility."

"Ugh,whatever - just post the flyer. Patton is awaiting our return. He's cooking Madras! With venison."

"Roman we have several more apartments to visit -"

Virgil jumped back with a slight squeak, as a menacing object floated from the letter box to where spook was just standing. Once it had landed, Virgil could properly inspect it. It seemed to be a lost poster, with the words MISSING KITTEN in a bold, red font. A stock image of a black kitten graced the front, watermark pasted all over, with an arrow labeling it 'KITTEN LOOKS LIKE THIS' as well as a few paragraphs of text all around, explaining that this kitten had somehow got out of the apartment, that they were a rescue and not at an adoptable age, that they'll seek out warm small areas to keep warm and safe, and very kindly asking residents to keep an eye out. There was a whole $800 listed as reward money.

Virgil's first thought was pity, some poor person had lost a cat they'd tried to rescue, and was clearly trying their best to find the lil thing. Hell, Virgil should probably help look for it tomorrow, eight hundred could really help spook and Remy out this month.

Virgil's second thought, after briefly skimming contact information, was 'oh shit'. 'Please Contact Patton,' was at the bottom, with a telephone number, and beneath that was the apartment number. The apartment that Virgil had crawled out of when snatched by a werewolf.

Patton, that was the werewolf's name. Spook remembers the uncomfortable elevator ride where Patton introduced faemself, there's absolutely no mistaking it, Patton wasn't exactly a super common name. The two at the door were talking about a Patton as well, weren't they? One was a vampire, which didn't make sense, but was the other part of Patton's pack?

This was a lot of trouble to go through for one scrappy kitten, if Remy's theory was true.

Would Patton eat a kitten?

It's not like Virgil knows the were properly, but spook did spend a night with Patton, a night where Patton thought fae was interacting with a real kitten and therefore had no reason to be fake nice to spook. Shit, had Virgil just judged this were on event that even spook didn't think happened?

"Ooh, what'cha got, gurl? You gonna bring me my mail like a lil puppy?" A voice coos, Virgil snapping out of spooks character development to look up at an amused Remy who was perched on the arm of the stinky ass couch.

The vamp was dressed down in lounge wear, though it was glaringly obviously the 'Falling In Reverse' band shirt was Virgil's and not Remy's. Virgil stared distastefully at spooks roommate, grumpy sounds leaving the kittens tiny body. Remy glowered right back, pointing at the creature.

"Oh, you must be Virgil's pet. No one else can embody that much grumpy emo vibes. Spook has a billion tees, I'm just wearing it this once."

That was such a Remy response. Unable to roll spooks eyes at the vampire, Virgil opted to turn back around and paw the flyer once more. Over here, idiot, come read this.

Remy, for once, didn't use his vampire powers to teleport across the room, and instead took a rather leisurely stroll across the room, crouching down to read.

"Hmmm, missing cat… Is that you? Did Virgie steal someone's pet, huh?" They lifted the page closer, inspecting it with pursed lips. Remy's eyes were a very pleasing shade of red behind those shades, it was quite nice to see. Virgil moved closer, seating spookself on Remy's socked foot, and as planned, receiving a pleasant head scratch.

"Wait. Hold the fucking phone, I know that apartment, that's fucking Wolfie's apartment. Holy crap, what a psycho, he's actually putting out lost posters? Did you manage to escape his dinner plate or something?"

Remy scooped the kitten up, holding Virgil close with a protective grumble. Like a feral wolf was going to burst through the door and gobble spook up. Virgil made sure to warble out a disgruntled noise at the vampire.

"Hold your horses, puss-puss, it says here you went missing last Wednesday and that's when Virgil crawled through my window like a creep," Remy held the little body up to eye level, staring so intensely, and for a second was sure Remy was a gorgon with how still spook got. Did they figure it out? How?

"That must've been what spook was doing, rescuing you! Honestly, I didn't think Virge had enough courage to break into a were's house to steal something. Spook can't even say spooks order at the drive thru, so I'm thoroughly impressed."

Well that was both rude and awfully convenient, as much as Virgil trusted spooks roommate on matters of life and death… Honestly, Remy likely wouldn't let Virgil live it down if they found out that spook turned into a tiny kitten each night. Virgil would rather not deal with the embarrassment.

"Come on, you. I wanna watch Grey's Anatomy and I'm not letting you wander round the apartment. You'd probably piss on something."

That was rude. Virgil had excellent control of spooks bladder, thank you very much. Still, this was at least a way to watch the soap without pretending it was cringey, spook supposed. Remy draped across the god awful sofa, falling into a position Virgil had seen spooks roommate in many times, and settled the tiny body of Virgil on his chest. Since Remy didn't have body heat, it was rather like laying on a tiled floor - or having the pillow be permanently cold. Virgil decided spook liked it that way, and a gentle purr started up.

Remy's expression, still trained on the television as they searched for the show, turned down right gooey.

"You cute little thing. You're gonna love watching this, look, Meredith has just gone seeing her dad and Thatcher is there. Not British Thatcher, this one's a dude. Was in Prison Break as well, we can watch that one later."

Maybe this is why Latte ran away. Contrary to what Remy believes, most cats aren't down to sit still and watch endless sitcoms.

As the hours ticked on, Virgil tried many times to sneak away. It seemed Remy was adamant to stay on the couch all night and to keep spook right next to them. Rigorous squirming landed Virgil to be sat in a shoebox full of newspaper - something spook hadn't noticed Remy making before all this - then listening to the vampire repeat a 'potty' command repeatedly. Embarrassingly, Virgil had used it, but only once. Spooks dumbass roommate hadn't given Virgil a single drop of water.

Still pressed against Remy's cold chest, Virgil could barely make out the busted kitchen clock as it struggled its way towards half nine. Shit. Shit, Virgil was screwed.

Hissing and yowling had not worked all night, though Virgil was currently weighing the pros and cons to scratching Remy's eyes out. The vampire in question sighed at spooks dramatics, scooping the kitten up and plonking it back into the DIY litter tray. This time, Remy stood up, stretching long limbs and teasing their curls into an effortless, glamorous bedhead. Red eyes stared into green for a moment before Remy let out a loud yawn.

"You stay there, puss. I need a leak, then I'm gonna cook Virge some breakfast. Try and sweeten spook up before I ask for a feeding, heh."

Aw, that was almost sweet. In a way. Virgil was gonna enjoy that breakfast, if spook could just escape this darn box while Remy was out of the room. Huzzah! Freedom.

The box tilted over, freeing the black kitten, as spook made a mad dash for spooks bedroom, luckily it always had a jar open.

At that moment, the magic began to tingle, signaling to Virgil that time was up, but spook was nearly to the bedroom. Unfortunately, a loud 'hey!' distracted spook, turning to look at the vampire that seemed rather peeved about the cat escaping. A stagger on an uneven rug had Virgil tripping up, unfortunately the transformation completed itself at that moment, meaning Virgil's human body grew itself big enough to smack full force into the door, leaving the emo flat on the floor with a light groan.

The door was pushed with quite some force, hitting the doorstop and coming back to bap Virgil a second time. Brilliant.

Virgil sighed into the cheap olefin carpet, hearing hesitant feet shuffle around to get a better look. Spook bent spooks neck awkwardly, looking at Remy with squinting eyes. The vampire looked completely befuddled, before lips began to curve upwards into a big smile. A big, overly smug smile.

"Oh, babes. You've got some tea to spill!"

[astraystayyh]

HELLAUR!!! I just rewatched Hyunjin Artist of the Month video, and I'm in awe. That Hyunjin was something else. Firs of all, THE HAIR???? THE FAKE TATTOOS???? THE EYES AND HIS GAZE. OH EM GEE IF HE LOOKED AT ME THE WAY HE LOOKED AT THE CAMERA I WOULD PASS ON THE SPOT. BUT WHY IS HE SO STUNNING AND DROP DEAD GORGEOUS???? AND THE DANCE- IT'S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE. MAN IS ETHEREAL. I am lucky to exist on the same planet as him. 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖Please give me your opinion on the artist of the month vid 🥹

Anyways, sorry for the rambling, I need some anti-delulu pills

UUUU GET MEEEEE!!!! his aotm is actually insane the level of hardwork and dedication he put into it SHOWSSS,,, he’s so confident so powerful so cocky rightfully so whenever i watch it i feel like im put into a trance 😭😭 he did the song sm justice i feel like he truly feels and embodies any song he dances to, kind of becoming one with the words and melody ykwim.. THE TATTOOS AND THE GAZE!!!!!!!!!! when i watched his preparation video i was so impressed because him cutting his hair and picking up the tattoos to fit the mood of the song.. king of details no one does it like him i fear

[krunchylegs]

more yap 💔

i think i want to do a fast on the weekend, a 48hour fast spanning over the weekend, if my dad cooks then ill have to do OMAD to avoid being suspicious (cant not eat bc theres already an underweight person in the household 😓) she doesnt have an ed, maybe ed behaviors but not in the way thats intentional, i think its more of a sensory thing or something like that.

im not sure bc she doesnt talk abt it but she wants to gain weight and muscle and go to the gym last time i checked, so idk why she aint tryna get her protein in. she just forgets to eat..

but anyways after the fast ill do omad with tomato soup for 2 days lol and then ill go back to eating 800 cals (limit not goal) bc i tried 700 limit and i think that was too low for me bc it made me obsess over food more. im still leaning into it, tbh im lucky tho bc when i first started tracking calories i usually hit 1500, but its still hard lowering calorific intake 😓esp when ur used to just eating when ur hungry, now its hard to not eat when im not even hungry??? like that doesnt make sense, and then i feel full and gross but its not even like a binge type of thing, and honestly ive misused the word binge a few times on my blog which im tryna stop doing bc i feel like its not an honest depiction of whats going on, anyways why does protein powder lowkey have so many calories like wdym 30g is 117cals, like what the fuck am i supposed to add that to, and then its like fat free greek yogurt! but if i dont add peanut butter it taste so sad, but then its like way more cals than i thought it would be + the volume isnt even that much..

at least i get to make my own lunch and breakfast, idk if i should start skipping breakfast again but after eating an apple for breakfast for a few days, u get used to having that extra bit of energy, honestly i think thats why i keep eating actually, i keep trying to keep my blood sugar up or something, istg why cant my body be smart and energize itself from the literal stored energy?? like ermmm thats what its there for??

anyways my food for tomorrow

breakfast+lunch(bc im not bothered to separate the cals i calculated for my lunchbox that also holds my breakfast) - 555 (oh em gee angale numbar 🥰)

falafel things - 220 i think

and if i eat outside of this itll be my dads chicken stew that he made, which was actually nice, it tasted healthy? it had vegetables in it, which like why dont i eat vegetables that often? i should buy frozen broccoli, i actually love broccoli sm its so underrated. not sure how to estimate it but if i eat any itll be a small portion, i dont think itll be too high cal, since the ingredients were pretty clean looking and its only stew, most of it is vegetables

anyways goodnight im so tired

[suneatersupportsquad]

red handed; colby brock

request:  im not sure if you do requests or even any imagines for colby brock anymore but i was wondering if you cold make a exception, so basically the plot is that the reader met colby through kat and since then they hit it off, now their in a secretive relationship the only person who knows is kat but she only knows the reader has a crush on colby. one day everyones hanging out in the same room room and colby is sexting the reader, sams curious to whos hes texting and they find out their dating.

dedication: @whydontweanons​

genre: fluff, subtle smut?

pairing: colby brock x gn!reader

characters: colby brock, sam golbach, katrina stuart, corey scherer, jake webber, kevin langue, brennen taylor, devyn lundy, tara yummy

word count: 1.8k

warnings: alcohol, what would probably be underage drinking, NSFW (barely), sexting (duh), mentions of COVID-19, quarantine

a/n: of course i’ll still write for sam and colby!! it’s just that, since i’m not as active of a follower of them as i used to be, my goal is to write for fandoms that i’m more invested in at the moment. but, honestly, i don’t think i could ever really stop writing for them. i love those boys so much. also this plot made me laugh so hard when i saw it in the best way possible. getting this request honestly made my day, so thank you for that!! anyways, i’m a little rusty, but here we go.

important links: masterlist

find more fics at my new blog @trapboysbunny

You and Colby had known each other for a long time - pretty much since he’d moved to LA with Sam - and you had been involved romantically just as long. You had met him and Sam through Kat on a boring Saturday night when all their friends flaked on coming to a little kickback they were hosting. Trying to be a good friend and cheer the boys up, Katrina had invited you to hopefully kickstart some emotional momentum. Your eyes met Colby’s for the first time and you clicked. Something in your gut had told you that the two of you would end up being close, and it was right. You had hit it off immediately, not taking very long to start laughing at one another’s corny jokes and telling stories over Smirnoff Ice while some random late night show played in the background. From that night on, it was history.

Since then, you two had been practically attached at the hip. If you weren’t sitting on the same room or facetiming, you were definitely texting one another. It became a running joke in your friend group that you two had evolved into a pair of siamese twins, or that being without you gave Colby separation anxiety. The two of you found it even more amusing when you actually began dating, not long after that fateful first night. It amazed the both of you that you were able to hide your relationship so well. No one had a clue. The two of you laughed about it quite often, actually, over late night phone calls and tipsy afternoons spent only with each other. No one knew, and nobody needed to know.

Colby, due to the internet and his fanbase being the way it is, preferred to keep his personal (and especially romantic) relationships more on the private side. His intent wasn’t necessarily to hide his feelings and relationship with you from his friends, but that particular topic of conversation never really came up in your friend group. Everyone had just kind of figured that everyone single would simply date someone when they were ready and tell everybody about it when they felt the time was appropriate. It wasn’t that Colby didn’t want to tell them, he just didn’t see the point in going out of his way to tell all of his friends hey after God knows how long I finally have a partner. He just didn’t want to make a big deal out of your relationship. Knowing his friends, they would definitely make it into some type of big thing, not to mention that Jake would dub the occasion as “cause for celebration” (which was really just an excuse to drink more). So Colby preferred to keep things on the quieter side for you two; neither of you wanted to make your relationship into an object for speculation.

Kat was the only person out of all of your friends to have any knowledge of your feelings for Colby. And thank God for her; if you didn’t have her to gush about Colby to, you probably would have either exploded or died. Or both. And she was there for every single second of it. She loved hearing about your movie nights, your urban exploring adventures, the sweet yet mundane things he would do to make you happy, literally anything. She ate that shit up like a man starved, and you did the same for her and Sam (regardless of the fact that their relationship was public already). You hadn’t told her explicitly about the nature of your relationship with Colby, really just gushed about your ever-growing love for the boy. Unbeknownst to you, she firmly believed that you only had feelings for Colby, clueless to the fact that the two of you had actually been dating for quite a while now. With her “go get ‘em, tiger” comments, along with similar remarks, you assumed that she had some sort of idea about your relationship with Cole, hence why you had never explicitly told her about your secret boyfriend. Kat, being the good friend that she was, never spilled your “secret” feelings to anyone else. Not even her boyfriend.

Eventually, quarantine started up amidst the international COVID-19 pandemic and you had begun practically living with the trap boys. A day without you in the house was enough to prompt concern for the boys, minus Colby who always knew the real reason why you weren’t coming over. This soon became the new normal, you taking a “day off” every few weeks to get tested just in case. At this point, it was almost comical that no one had figured out you two were dating yet.

One particular weekend afternoon, everyone in your friend group was hanging out at the house. You and Colby were sitting on opposite sides of the room, you next to Kat and Colby seated beside Sam. It was particularly warm today seeing as this Saturday landed smack in the middle of the infamous August heat wave, so you had thrown on a tank top and some shorts, nothing to flashy. Colby had dressed similarly, wearing only a muscle tee and a pair of trunks.

You were sat beside Kat, the both of you trying to listen to the story Devyn was telling. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t ignore the way your boyfriend was staring at you from across the room. You looked away from Dev for just a second to shoot him a glare when you realize exactly why he’s looking at you. The speed at which the blood rushes to your face is dizzying, and you drop your head to stare at your lap. Motherfucker- You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket. “Quit it with the blowjob eyes asshole,” you type before pressing the blue send button.

You feel his gaze break as his phone vibrates. Trying to ignore him, you refuse to meet his gaze again, putting all of your effort into focusing on Devyn’s story. Seconds later your phone vibrates in your pocket. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the screen reads, and you shake your head.

“Uh huh sure ok.” You pressed send again.

Another few seconds passed and your phone vibrated again. “That shirt looks really good on you.” 

You blushed as you read the message, flustered by the comment. Brows knitting together in confusion, you looked up to find him staring back at you with a dopey grin. You hunched over your phone and sent a message back. “You really think so?”

“Yeah, of course,” Colby replied, a gray typing bubble sitting under the message. “But you know how it would look cuter?”

You cocked your head to the side and typed out your response. “How?”

“On my bedroom floor.” You almost snorted at that, clamping a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. Typical. Thankfully no one had been paying enough attention to you to notice that you were distracted.

Colby, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. “Give me this, dude,” Sam said, snatching the phone out of Colby’s hand and effectively bringing the conversation on their side of the room to a halt. “You haven’t been listening for like the past 20 minutes, dude. Now let’s see what’s got you so distracted.”

“You don’t need to look at that, Sam, it’s not that important-” The tall brunette sounded slightly panicky as he reached and grappled with Sam for his phone. Sam played around for a little bit before finally reading the screen, eyes widening in amusement.

Upon finishing his reading, Sam lowered the phone and Colby relaxed, already knowing that he was caught. “So who’s ‘angelcakes,’ huh Colbert?” Sam prodded teasingly.

Colby blushed ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re just a friend-”

“Which friend, huh?” Sam continued his teasing, growing louder and louder with every response until all eyes were on the two boys.

Colby shrugged, trying to be nonchalant but looking more stressed than ever in actuality. “Just a friend.”

“What do you say we call this friend, huh boys?” Sam suggested.

Kevin nodded, agreeing. “I think we definitely should.” Brennen also nodded when Sam looked to him for approval, essentially finalizing the decision.

“Okay then, let’s do this thing!” Sam yelled, earning cheers from all the other curious folks in the room. The blonde boy pressed call and Colby simply held his face in his hands.

You jumped when your phone rang, honestly having forgotten that oh shit, I’m angelcakes. Everyone turned to look at you curiously, Colby even peeking through his fingers. You didn’t even pick up the device, already knowing whose name would be lighting up the screen. “You gonna pick that up or something?” Corey asked awkwardly.

You shook your head, leaving your phone face down in its spot beside your thigh. “No, it’s probably not important anyways.”

A beat of heavy silence passed before Tara spoke. “Gee, they sure aren’t giving up. Maybe you should answer it.”

“Nah, I’m sure it’s just-”

“Yeah, you should answer the phone, Y/N,” Jake agreed, the pieces seeming to click in his head.

You sighed, burning bright red to the tips of your ears. “Okay okay, fine.” You stood and clicked the answer button. “Hello?”

And there it was, your voice echoing from Colby’s phone. The room erupted in cheers of disbelief, the boys pouncing on Colby and the girls slapping you in playful excitement. “I knew there was something going on between you two!! There’s no way there couldn’t have been -- I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Kat squealed, smushing you in a hug.

The rest of the girls echoed the sentiment, a chorus of ‘same’s and ‘I can’t believe you’s. It took a while for everyone to calm down but, once everyone settled, you and Cole managed to get some alone time. The two of you escaped out back, the less than mediocre breeze cooling the sweat that slicked your skin. You held each other, almost as though you were about to start slow dancing. “Damn, caught red handed, huh?”

You laughed breathily, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. “It was only a matter of time, ya know?”

“I know,” he agreed, cheek pressing against your hair. “I’m glad we don’t have to be weird around them anymore.”

“Me too,” you hummed.

Colby pulled away a little bit, just enough for him to look you in the eyes, your arms still around his neck. “Hey.”

You giggled, confused. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

You smiled your confirmation, eyes twinkling under the cheap backyard lights. “I love you.”

.x

[caruliaa]

oh em gee we are having a twinsies moment right now because i. am starting to have a headache now JSBSJSJS and i really need to go to sleep so..!! yeahhh i really should be getting to bed -___-!!! but yes before i do i really want to say howwww very much you mean to me dear like you are so important to me and your friendship means so much to me like. you really really are just such a supportive and understanding and thoughtful friend mushroom and you always make me feel so warm and cared for on top of all the times u make me feel so happy and brinf so much joy and fun into my life!!!! and like as well as beinf an amazing friend in all those ways you are ALSO just an amazing person yourself who i consider myself so lucky to know and;;:!!! i just really hope i can make u feel sososoo supported and feel how much i care abt u bcuz i do j really hope to be a good friend and here for u and make u happier and stuff !!! especially considering how much u do tht for me but even moreso because u rlly deserve it and it j makes me glad if i am able to do that so;;!! yah!!! i love youuuuuu ;;!! (hugs u gnight if u want!💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕💕)

NAUUR the twinsies is usually so epic but not like this :((( !!! i hope ur headache has gone now that and you got sm good restt belvoedd !!! :> and ough omg youre so so sweet my dearestt you really aree ;; i hope you know that you really do mean so so much to me too and i really am soso glad that i can be a good friend to you and b thoughtful and understanding of you and make u feel cared for and make oyure like happier and stuff bc well ir ly do want to do that my belvoed !!! because you really do deserve it soso much i think my dearest and because i just want to !! becuase you are really such such a dear person to me and i really do think you are soso incredible and such an amazing presense in the world and in my life and i just am soso lucky and grateful to have you in my life and be youre friend i really really am and i hope you know that you really are soso much the same to me and are such an incredible thoughtful understanding kind friend to me i think make me feel soso loved and warm and cared for with you and you bring sm joy and light into my life whenever we talk and spend time together and im really soso grateful for how much you care for me and support me and just for you and just !! i really do love you so so much i really really do !!!!! :'> *hugs you backk so so much if you wish my belvoed* !!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[meatpow]

WE JUST RECENTLY BECAME MOOTS BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOL YOURE SO OLD 🙄 BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS HAPBY BIRTH!!!!! I HOPE ITS A GOOD ONE <33 BINGUS AND BIG FLOPPA WISH YOU ONE TOO

OH EM GEE THEEEE BIG FLOPPA AND BINGUS WISHING ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??? IM SO LUCKY WOW GAHAHAHAHA BUT SERIOUSLY THANK YOUUU!!!! YOURE SO SWEET <33333

[spyduh-man]

Haha bestie happy birthday bestie have a good day bestie I will turn on my submit posts for you bestie have a good day again bestie ily bestie /p 🤡🙏🏼

REALLY OH EM GEE ILL GIVE YOU SO MANY VIDEOS, BUT NOT RN SINCE I HAVE SCHOOL SO YOU'RE LUCKY. AND THANK YOU BESTIE, I DON'T KNOW WHY IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS I JUST THOUGHT IT REPRESENTED HOW HAPPY I AM, ily/p

[marksfarrows]

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are want to know better.

i was tagged by calista {@hcrror} and eta  {@reneewalkr} tysm!!! <3

questions under the cut bc its long and im nice ;)

name: megan or meg 

gender: female

star sign: gemini 

height: 5′10

birthday: may 21

time: 10:46pm

favorite bands: cigarettes after sex, mother mother, arctic monkeys 

favorite solo artists: lorde, hozier, frank ocean, hobo johnson

song(s) stuck in my head: ohhh put your money on me (arcade fire), burning pile (mother mother) and my beloved monster (eels)

last movie: sob... shrek 2 (hence my beloved monster) 

last show: the queen’s gambit. i don’t even have the words but if  you haven’t watched it i highly recommend 

when did i create this blog: 2014 but i only started posting content mid 2020

what do i post: mostly lit on this blog

last thing i googled: [my uni] academic planning guide. yeah don’t talk to me im stressed 

other blogs: how about my three most active: @srwnity (aes), @calnthe (movies), and @nilfgaardians (gaming). 

do i get asks: nope 

why i chose my url: kevin day my bb 

following: 500 exactly omg 

followers: 204! 

average hours of sleep: haha um 4-7? 

lucky number: i sat here trying to think of one yeah idk 

instruments: hahaa noooo i am not musically inclined  

what i’m wearing: my pjs 

dream job: this question always gets me. how about a travel guide yeah that’d be cool 

dream trip: ireland oh em gee i want to go so bad 

favorite food: like poutine probably 

nationality: canadian 

favorite song: this changes every day fr but apocalypse (cigarettes after sex) oh wait maybe we are young (fun.) 

last book read: i don’t remember lol but i am currently reading the handmaid’s tale

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: harry potter, percy jackson, and star wars probably yeah 

tagging (as always feel free to ignore): @adamchen, @dqrcys, @missbennet, @triquetrine, and @blacktwiste

[g0dtier]

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yall this country is going to shit lmfao the...

wait, do you mean 6,5 square meters…? bc our apartment is around 65 square meters and that’s definitely a normal sized two and a half room flat.

yes 6 square meters, sorry i meant 65square feet not meters.

a 65 square meter appartment isnt findable for under 1000 a month (and you have to make 3x as much! :D) unless youre on a wait list for...around 9 or 10 years. and the waitlists are per city, so if you go study in a certain city and decide you want to live there, depending on if youre doing a university or bachelor study you have to wait around 4 to 6 years before you get a place! AFTER YOUR STUDY IS OVER. and that is only if you immediately signed yourself up for this specific city.

which costs money, so if you want to live in a certain area you’ll have to sign yourself up for about...4 or 5 cities, which is around 60 euros per year, and till you get a place you’ll have to find roommates (and honestly if you’re a woman who doesnt want to live with rando men and only have your own 12 square meter room for 500-600 a month you’re shit out of luck tbh) for WHICH you’ll need to sign up for one or two DIFFERENT renting sites, which are about 30 euro a month each, so lets say 720 euro a year

so our options are

- make 3000 a month as a starter and live in a 60-70square meter appartment. you’ll be lucky to even get a job, and even luckier if it pays around 2000 a month - get a partner. make more than 3000 combined, though the rent often rises for couples - enter “lotteries” which sometimes appear on housing websites, half of which are for people under 22 or people over 55, 1/3rd of the remaining are in neighborhoods where all the drug lords live and at least a couple people get killed every year, or homes that are still so expensive i cant afford em. oh, yeah, around 600-1000 people enter every time, so if im lucky to be able to reply to 4 lottery homes a month, its a 1/800 chance in general for me to get it. - live with a roommate for years after college. in my case, id be living with one till im 30. after im thirty i might be able to get a 50-70square meter appartment for a normal price. rejoice!

i COULD move to the only affordable part in the country, buttfuck nowhere in groningen, which experiences around 100 small earthquakes every year because of fracking, and which you need a car for if you wanna get ANYWHERE because theres hardly any trainstations :) and to get a car i need to get 2 tests done of 300 euro each, pass those tests (which i wont, they wont let me drive with this amount of ADD, ive asked multiple people) AND get a driver’s license for 3000 euro AND get a car while i will be making around...gee idk, 900-1200 euro a month. as a nurse. which is a sorely needed job. which over half my pay will go to rent for, in 6 or so years, if im lucky

genuinely what the fuck am i supposed to do

marry a rich person. imma do that.

[how-to-survive-a-factory-tour]

How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 7

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Crossover

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I can’t believe this! I’m here! I’m right outside Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory and will be going inside when the clock strikes ten! Only half an hour of waiting to go...

I’m the first of the winners to arrive, of course. By the time I arrived at the factory, a crowd had already formed, and it had started to get bigger since, forming a semicircle around, well, me! Since no one else is here yet, I have some fun giving the photographers my best angles for photos. I notice Dad rolling his eyes and Pa chuckling at me from where they’re stood in the crowd.

“Nice poses. Maybe you should do the ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ pose next.”

I turn to see Ethan come into the semicircle, holding up his ticket so people will let him pass through. Almost immediately, all cameras turn to him. I’m not surprised, given as he didn’t have an interview, so no one really knew he had the ticket yet.

“Hey, don’t make fun of me for being dramatic when you’re wearing that,” I reply. "If I’d known fancy dress was a requirement, I would have come in my prince costume.”

Ethan straightens his bowtie. “What can I say? I dress to impress.”

He certainly does. He’s wearing a tux: yellow shirt, with a black bowtie, jacket and trousers. He’s also wearing a black bowler hat and yellow gloves. Very snazzy.

“I must admit, it is a nice look. Colour coordinated and everything.”

“Well, thank you.”

“Hi, guys!”

We both turn to see Patton and Logan pushing through the crowd, Emile and who I can only assume to be Patton’s parents just behind them. As they step into the semicircle, Patton turns and hugs his parents and brother. “Bye, Mum, Dad! I’ll see you later. You too, Em. Can’t wait to tell you about it all!”

Logan offers his hand to Patton’s parents, shaking both their hands in turn. “It was nice to meet you, Mr and Mrs Picani.”

“You too, Logan, but please, call us Dot and Larry,” Patton’s mum replies. “Have fun, you two.”

“Bye, Pat!” Emile smiles as Patton and Logan turn and come over to us.

Patton’s wearing a sky-blue polo shirt and khakis, as well as what looks to be a grey cat hoodie tied over his shoulders. Logan’s sporting a black polo shirt, a blue striped tie and blue jeans.

“This is so exciting!” Patton grins. “I can’t believe we’re going into Willy Wonka’s factory! Oh, it’s going to be wonderful!”

“I know!” I grin, staring up at the colossal mountain of a factory before us. “I wonder what will be inside...”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be very sweet!”

Logan lets out a groan at Patton’s pun. “Can you not? Please?”

“Aw, don’t you like puns, Lo? That’s pretty sour. Especially with your name. It’s a berry good pun!”

”That’s it. I’m going home. When’s the next flight to London?”

Ethan and I chuckle at them both. I must admit, there is definitely some romantic tension there. I ship it.

“Can I ask why Logan looks like he wants to die?”

Virgil steps into the semicircle, Remy and, by the looks of it, his twin brother just behind him.

“Patton’s telling puns,” Logan replies. “He won’t stop.”

“Are you trying to say I’ve reached a new Lo- “

“Don’t.”

“-gan.”

“I’ve lost all respect I had for you.”

I mouth ‘OTP’ to Virgil and he nods, replying with ‘definitely’.

“Anyway, guys, this is Thomas, my twin,” Virgil introduces us. “Thomas, these are the guys.”

We all greet each other when something catches my eye. “Why the camera?”

“Oh, um, I’ve recently started a new YouTube channel,” Thomas explains. “I figured all this would make a great video. Remy even suggested Virgil hide a camera on him to catch footage of inside.”

“Too bad that would probably get me kicked out,” Virgil shrugs. “Also, I don’t have a camera that small, or a phone to record on.”

“It’s super cool you have a channel though, Thomas!” Patton smiles, pulling his phone from his pocket. “What’s your channel called?”

“It’s just Thomas Sanders.”

Patton nods, typing on his screen. A moment later he smiles. “Found it! I’ll check out some of your videos after the tour.”

“Oh, wow, thanks.”

“No problem, kiddo!”

“How much longer until you all head inside?” Remy asks, sipping his Starbucks.

“About ten minutes,” Ethan replies. “Not much longer.”

“I’m just so excited!” Patton grins, letting out a small squeal of delight. “We’re actually going inside Willy Wonka’s factory! It feels like I’m dreaming. Someone pinch me so I’m sure I’m not.”

I lean over and pinch him and then myself. “Hm... Nope, definitely real.”

Patton chuckles. “I’m glad.”

I can’t help but notice Logan purse his lips as I make Patton laugh. Already protective and jealous and they’re not even dating yet. Man, Logan is really deep in this crush. Maybe he’s even passed the crush phase and gone into flat out love and adoration. It’s adorable.

In fact, I shuffle over to Logan and whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry, Logan, he’s all yours.”

I hold back laughter as Logan’s face burns bright red and he shoots me a glare.

“Oh, don’t act like that, it’s obvious you have feelings for him. You should go for it. You live in different countries. This might be your only chance to woo him.”

Logan seems consider this, before sighing. “You’d have a point if I knew anything about flirting and romancing. I do not. There’s nothing I can do.”

“Well, in that case, today’s your lucky day, my nerdy friend.” I drape my arm over his shoulders. “You see, I am the master of romance. Let me tell you what to do.” I clear my throat and sing, seeing my chance to reference Be More Chill.

“You gotta buy him a rose Compliment him on his clothes Say you appreciate that he’s smart You gotta tell him that he excites you sexually And that’s the way you get to his heart!”

“Wait, what was that last one? I can’t have heard that correctly...”

“Oh, you did.”

“I’m not telling him that!”

“Fine... In that case, it’s simple. Give him a gift at some point during the tour, something you know he’ll love, and compliment him. Like, ‘I got you this flower because the light blue colour reminded me of your beautiful aquamarine eyes.’ Simple.”

Logan nods, but still looks uneasy. I pat his shoulder. “You’ve got this, Erlenmeyer Trash.”

“Gee, thank you.” Logan rolls his eyes at the nickname. Unfortunately, my chance to make a witty response is snatched away when Patton gasps.

“The gates are opening!”

We all turn to look, a grin stretching across my face. This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for since I was ten and the first contest was announced.

There he stands: Willy Wonka, dressed in a purple tailcoat, bottle green trousers, and a black top hat, a cane clutched in hand. He bows as the crowd cheers.

“Welcome! Welcome one and all to my factory! Please come forward one at a time and present your tickets!”

The five of us share glances, unsure of who should step forward first.

“Shall we go in the order we won our tickets?” Logan suggests. The rest of us nod in agreement before Patton steps forward.

“Hi! I’m Patton Picani! My brother and I are really big fans of your sweets.”

“Patton, wonderful to meet you!” Wonka grabs Patton’s hand and shakes it vigorously. “I always love meeting fans! Can I see your ticket? Hm...yes, it’s perfectly in order. Please go wait just inside the courtyard.”

As Patton went through the gates, Logan stepped forward next, handing over his ticket. “Logan Berry.”

“Logan, welcome! Amazing to meet you! Your ticket is valid, you may go through. Oh, today is going to be such a wonderful day!”

Logan flexes his arm once it’s let go, heading over to stand with Patton. I step forward next, flashing a charming smile. “Roman Prince, at your service.”

“Roman, ecstatic to meet you! Enraptured, enchanted! Your ticket? Let’s see... Perfect! Go right on through.”

I head over to the other two as Virgil presumably steps forward next. “I can’t believe we just spoke to Willy Wonka! I’m having the biggest fanboy moment of my life!”

“I know, right?” Patton grins. “It’s so hard for me to hold back squealing with excitement!”

“Don’t either of you think your reactions are a little over the top?” Logan asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all, Microsoft Nerd! I have been waiting for this day my entire life...”

Virgil comes over and joins us. “Honestly, I’m just glad to be somewhere where I can actually get a decent amount to eat.”

“Oh, kiddo...”

“It’s fine, Pat. Jokes are my coping mechanism.”

“Not exactly a healthy one,” Logan replies.

“Hey, there’s really nothing else I can do to help my situation. Making jokes is my one way to make my life a little less dark.”

The conversation is cut off when Wonka and Ethan come over.

“Everyone here? Yes? Good! On we go!” Wonka turns and heads towards the door leading inside. We all quickly follow.

This is going to be wonderful! I can’t wait to find what wonders of pure imagination lie inside...

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NEXT

Couple of authors notes!

1) Remember, this is also an ask blog! Don’t be afraid to send in asks for the characters. Anyone introduced so far can be asked!

2) After the new video, you'll probably be wondering whether Remus is going to be in this story. The answer is yes! He will be! However, it won't be until quite a bit later. Don't worry, he'll be here.

Taglist: @clone-number-1, @pumpkinminette, @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing

[thesolarsystm]

IT WAS SO SO COOL !!! I SAW THE QUEEN DRUM KIT AND TOUCHED IT OH EM GEE !!! WE ALSO WENT TO AN ART GALLERY WHICH WAS SUPER COOL, SO MUCH COOL ART !! AND WE SAW THE BEATLES STATUES !! OH OH AND WE WENT TO THE BEACH AND I DID THIS CUZ I'M SO COOL

also that's good to hear niki !! im glad ur good :DD

THAT'S SOOO COOL YOU'RE SO LUCKY AAARARA D:<< ALSO I AM IN THE SAND HOLY SHIT !!!!!!

[vaebaee]

gEt 2 knOw ya 🅱️oI vAE !1!!1 🤠🤡🤙🏼😜

omg i did this last night at a party and like sorry have fun reading ittt im so sorryyy

tagged by: @dust-bubbles luhh u fam <33

tagging: uhhh im really bad at tagging so if u read this i tag u ;)

da rules: answer thirty questions and tag ten people (fuq dat shit)

nickname(s): vae, vaevae, v, cray cray vae vae (rip grade 7) , vayo the mayo, uncle mayonnaise,,red socks (sportsss and student athlete shiT) gender: female (pronounced like tamale tho) sign: virGHoe lol  height: uhh i was 174centipedes (cm) last time i checked time: 1:34am favorite bands + solo artists: i listen to it alll like shiiitt i aint discrimin8 but country can evapor8, but i got the whole Wiggles discography on my phne so they my faveesss song stuck in my head: allstar by smashmouth but like mixed with the drop from roll in peaceee :) shh secret:  i have a sherk shrine lol last movie i watched: uhhh im currently wastching smurfs at a partaYYy so yaa i think this counts last show i watched: extreme animal obsessions iss lit my d00ds when did i create this blog: january 4th 201888 ! what do i post: edits lol rippp what did i last google: teletubbies wiki,,, i had to prove that Tinky Winky is 10ft tall other blogs: @atticusfinchtkamb [[it was for an english project but its liiiittt nad like one post got 300+ notes and like over 50 folwowerz i think like y ?? but im chil lwit it lol ]]

do i get asks: sumtimes ya but i always 4get to answer them :’/ why did i choose this url: i just used one of my nicknamesss and it rhymes so ayeeee (pls support me when i become a soundcloud rapper) following: 224 followers: 231 iss over 200 now im so zhook like holy sihit ilysfm !11!! average hours of sleep: ah my sleep schedule is w a c k but like ill pull all nighters for like 3-4 days in a row cuz i cant sleeppp until i pass out then ill usually sleep for like 10+ hours str8 issa really bad cycle help lol is this my cry 4 help  lucky number: 13 :P instrument: uhh trumpet lmao ayeee + a recorder and kazoo 4 damemez what am i wearing: ooo we gon 4 the whole look™,, k so we got sum mix match sockzz, leggings (basic oof), uh a flaNNel/tnak toop , this glittery tiny hat (THaT eVRy 1 kEEPS tryInf 2 STEAL)) , and my clout gogglesss obvs,, look heres a shitteey pIc of my outfeet kinda! i look so pale oomf ;( dream job: forensic pathologist !! or one of those fbi ppl who watches webcams favorite food: uh i like mostly everything but i h8 breakfast food (except for lucky charms) and i like anything rice basedddd cuz it can be seasoned and combiNed in like a bazillion wayzzz but lucky charms r my fave hands down yes last book i read: my social teextboookkk?? but a legit book would be either perfume or great expectations (which i h8 do nOT recOmmENd) three favorite fandoms: ahhh i dont know i cant think of any rn so uHh the 🅱️roblox onE ??

 hoyl shit yallst this was so wild oh em gee!! 🤡🤠 uwu uwu

[beaboutitpress]

i stole dot dot dot from chelsey minnis

i stole dot dot dot from chelsey minnis…

who stole it from someone…

who stole it from someone else…

who stole it from someone else again…

who stole it from someone else again again…

who stole it from someone else again again also…

who stole it from cèline…

who stole it from girls in parisian slums…

who stole it from villon as he hanged…

taste is a weapon…

taste is distinction weaponised…

taste is distinction’s symbolic capital’s weapon x program… 

i want to terrorise taste… 

i want to beat it with a Woolworths trolly pole…

taste has to be lucky it’s whole life…

I only have to be lucky once…

wanting to execute taste is a distinction…

i am a social boy…

i am without distinction… 

this is my distinction… 

poetry is for rich people… 

i like to write poetry…

even though I’m lumpen…

that just proves my poem…

villon paid his debts in poems…

i paid my debts in chronic mental illness…

I’m not crazy…i just want a pepsi…

hey… 

if pepsi max was a poem then I don’t exist…

fuck kevah’s bag of dirt poems…

fucking got em…

email all complaints to soft cartel mag dot gee mail…

fucking got em…

only the bourgeois get to write like that…

i am a socialist…

cut their legs off…

no knee gets out alive… 

that’s my only real political opinion… 

a wave of mutilation… 

just kidding… 

teehee…

i often take life advice from songs…

i often take lines from songs too…

every single line is stolen…

if i live on stolen land…

it’s okay to steal…

I am stolen from…

I am the master stealer… 

i steal blueberries convincing auto checkouts that they’re broccoli… 

no one steals broccoli… 

stealing is good for your image… 

bolano stole literature…

he looked up to poets…

I look up to anna sorokin… 

I look up to wat tyler…

I look up to dick gregory… 

it’s okay to love your mums… 

it’s okay to love lil b… 

trans men are real bros… 

trans women are real bitches… 

so what’s really up… 

im not supposed to say bitches…

i stole that from lil boosie…

writing poems like whhhhhy…

i stole that from rari…

w.g sebold was a big stealer guy…

the real stealing understander has logged on…

i love you…

life is really hard without stealing…

only rich people get to steal…

they call it investing…

fucking got em… 

nothing about me is original…

not even my parents… 

not even my shoes… 

not even my cat… 

my cat’s full name is pepsi bubbles cake…

inside me there’s a 14 year old korean girl…

like a hairy lemon…

i stole that too…

I’m not supposed to say lemon…

looking good is good for your image too… 

everybody looks good but thinks they don’t…

no one looks good… 

i don’t look good…

my shoes look good…

trees look good… 

maybe clothes look good…

i don’t understand clothes…

my rain jacket is from japan…

i don’t know why I’m not supposed to say things… 

when i get out I’m going to understand better… 

here’s the line about bourdieu…

bourdieu fans you made it… 

that guy just did a bourdieu line… 

what a total bourdieu guy… 

yep, i know things… 

this poem is poetry capital… 

by reading this you’re hoarding all the poetry capital…

you big poetry dragon you… 

that’s how bourdieu works… 

that’s okay… 

really okay…

I’m okay… 

really okay…

when the pills hit…

this poem is sick as fuck… 

pills AND bourdieu…

poetry is a martial art… 

being a poet is cool because poetry is a martial art…

my poem will beat your poem up…

martial art…

i just remembered english is a stealer too…

like avocado… 

tomato… 

chocolate… 

meringue…

this is starting to sound too poetry… 

oesteoavascularnecrosis… 

that’s better…

where were we…

oh yeah…i stole the bus fair just to be here with you…

but i don’t know you… 

and neither do you…

i take long walks to remember that I love you… 

also remember when socialism wins im going to work 4 hrs a day… 

i work like no hrs a day…

you’re thinking that’s cool but it’s not… 

I’m an sjw snowflake…

that’s why I work no hrs a day…

just kidding…

teehee… 

but seriously though this poem has fun…

I’m going to have to read escapism by yi-tu tuan to do the next line…

okay read it… 

animals fuck, sleep, and shit…

i love, dream, go potty…

I am an animal…

I mean I’m not…

fucking poetry…

fucking phone… 

fucking existential crisis… 

that’s stolen too by the way… 

brad lieing…

cavin gonzalez…

sean conroe…

i can drop a name to sell a poem…

ned fucking kelly… 

roy…

kay em…

you… 

single names are cool too…

calv because he likes my tweets…

i just did a vanity…

justlisten to parallax views podcast… 

you fuck…

I can tell…

read nothing but toni cade bambara… 

don’t even read this… 

what are you doing…  

read bolano but only if you stole it…

based mountain… 

that’s my poetry name…

hey based when you gonna write a book…

fuck you I’ll never write a book…

I’ll write this line though…

it’s fun to say fuck a lot in a poem…

I’m the coolest poet because I said fuck exactly umpteen times…

umpteen seems stolen…

my bars are bottomless…

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we’ve come full circle…