#intro looks so BALD now

[heybadgirl]

why did tumblr remove all my fucking underlines???? bro?

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spent another $100 on my mice todayyyyy

[paucubarsisimp]

ice bucket challenge

pairings: pedri x reader, pablo gavi x reader, ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you do the ice bucket challenge... with a twist!

warnings: none

୨ৎ pablo gavi

pablo stood beside you in the backyard, arms crossed with a smug grin. “you sure you want to do this? that water looks freezing.”

you looked up at him sweetly. “that’s the point, cariño. it’s for charity.”

he rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the way he softened around you. “fine, i’ll hold the bowl. but don’t say i didn’t warn you when you start screaming.”

the camera rolled. you gave your intro with a bright smile, thanking people who nominated you, hyping up the challenge—and then you turned around, facing away from the camera so pablo could lift the bowl.

“ready?” he asked, already chuckling.

“oh, so ready.”

just as he lifted the bucket above your head, you spun around lightning-fast and shoved it upwards—flipping the freezing water directly over him.

the gasp that ripped from pablo’s mouth was nothing short of cinematic.

“ay dios,” he shouted, water pouring down his face, hair drenched, shirt clinging to his chest. he just stood there, blinking in shock, while you doubled over laughing, barely keeping upright.

you were crying from laughter. “oh my god—your face! i wish you could see your face!”

“i trusted you,” he said dramatically, his accent thick with betrayal, even as he cracked a grin.

“you looked too dry,” you teased, poking his soaked shirt. “had to fix it.”

he lunged forward and scooped you into his cold, wet arms, making you shriek. “now you’re getting soaked too!”

you laughed and clung to him, the both of you shivering but grinning like idiots.

off-camera, the video was still rolling—capturing every second of the chaos, the laughter, and the way pablo looked at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

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୨ৎ pedri

pedri stood beside you in the backyard, hands stuffed deep into the sleeves of his hoodie, visibly tense like he was already bracing for winter. “¿estás segura?” he asked, eyeing the bucket with a look of sheer dread. “that water looks like it came straight from the glaciers.”

you grinned at him. “it’s for charity, amor. you want the internet to think we’re heartless?”

he squinted at you. “i want to not get pneumonia.”

you just laughed, stepping back toward the camera. “relax, you’re not the one getting wet.”

“i’m freezing just holding the bucket,” he muttered, dramatically cradling it like it was an actual block of ice.

you tried not to laugh. “amor, it’s like 20 degrees outside.”

“exactly. i need a blanket and hot chocolate just standing here.”

the camera was rolling. you turned to it with your usual charm, thanking the people who nominated you, hyping the challenge, giving it your all—and then you turned around, hair tied up, standing tall like a warrior about to face the storm. pedri sighed and stepped forward behind you, bucket in hand.

“ready?” he asked, sounding like someone about to commit a crime.

“oh, so ready.”

and just as he started to lift the bucket above your head, you spun like lightning and shoved it up hard—flipping the entire icy contents directly over him.

the sound that came out of his mouth was not human. “¡ay, por favor!” he gasped, stumbling back a step, arms out, face frozen in a look of betrayal so pure it could’ve won awards. “¡qué frío!”

you burst out laughing, nearly doubling over as he stood there, dripping and stunned, his hoodie clinging to him like a second, soggy skin. his curls were plastered to his forehead, and he looked—honestly—like a very sad, very cold kitten.

“i’m—oh my god—i’m dying,” you wheezed. “you look like you just got hit by a tsunami.”

“i can’t feel my hands,” pedri muttered, staring at his fingers. “is this how it ends? death by novia?”

“you’ll live,” you teased, poking his chest. “probably.”

he shivered violently and glared at you. “esto no se olvida. this betrayal? burned into my memory.”

then he stepped forward and wrapped you in a hug that was nothing short of vengeance. cold, soaked, and relentless. you shrieked, trying to escape, but he held tight, laughing now too.

“pedri! you’re freezing!”

“you started this,” he whispered smugly, nuzzling your cheek with his wet hair.

you squealed and clung to him anyway, both of you shivering, soaked, and completely useless from laughing. off-camera, the video kept rolling—capturing every second of the shrieks, the chaos, and the way pedri still looked at you like, cold or not, he’d let you do it all over again.

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୨ৎ ferran torres

ferran stood beside you, bouncing on his heels with a grin that was a little too excited. “are you sure about this? that water looks way too cold.”

you gave him a teasing look, eyebrows raised. “that’s the point, ferran. it’s for charity, remember?”

he rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. “fine, fine. just don’t say i didn’t warn you when you’re regretting this.”

the camera was rolling. you gave your usual intro with a big, bright smile, thanking people for nominating you and hyping up the challenge—then you turned around, positioning yourself perfectly so ferran could lift the bucket behind you.

“ready?” he asked, practically bouncing in place, clearly enjoying this way more than he should be.

“oh, i’m so ready,” you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

as soon as he lifted the bucket above your head, you spun around quickly, smirking as you grabbed the bucket from his hands and lifted it high above his head instead—drenching him with the freezing cold water.

his eyes went wide, and the look of shock that crossed his face was almost comical. “¡madre mía!” he yelled, his voice cracking as the water poured over him. his hair was plastered to his forehead, his shirt soaked, and his body completely frozen in disbelief.

you were dying of laughter. “oh my god, ferran, you look like a drowned rat!”

“i trusted you,” he said, his voice muffled as he shook water out of his hair. “this is what i get for being nice.”

you stepped forward and poked his wet shirt. “you looked too happy, i had to fix it.”

he shot you a playful, dramatic glare before suddenly grabbing you by the waist and lifting you off your feet. “you’re getting soaked too now,” he threatened, laughing as you squirmed.

“no, no, ferran!” you shrieked, but it was too late—he spun you around in his arms, both of you slipping and laughing, the cold water making you both shiver uncontrollably.

the camera was still rolling, capturing the full chaos—the laughter, the soaked clothes, and the way ferran’s eyes lit up as he looked at you, like he was glad to be part of the madness. even with the freezing water and the ridiculousness of it all, he couldn’t stop grinning.

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

pau stood beside you, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his cheeks flushed from the chilly breeze. he was never one to back down from a challenge, but you could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled about getting soaked with freezing water.

“are you sure about this, princesa?” he asked, glancing at the bucket like it was a beast about to devour him. “it looks like… like antarctica in there.”

you giggled at how seriously he was taking it. “oh, come on, pau! it's for charity! plus, it'll be fun. i promise.”

he smiled at you, though there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes. “you always say that…”

“trust me,” you said with a playful wink. “i’m a professional at this.”

pau sighed dramatically, but the smile never left his face. he took the bucket in his hands and lifted it carefully, looking like he was getting ready for a big mission. you could practically hear him muttering under his breath, trying to psych himself up.

the camera rolled, and you gave your intro, thanking your followers, hyping up the challenge, and all the usual stuff. but as soon as you turned around, you felt pau take a step closer, and you could hear him let out a nervous laugh.

“ready?” he asked, voice trembling ever so slightly.

“so ready,” you replied, giving him a playful grin.

just as he lifted the bucket above your head, you spun around quickly, grabbed the bucket from his hands, and dumped all the freezing cold water over him.

pau's eyes widened in shock as the cold hit him, and he gasped, looking like he might freeze on the spot. “¡ay dios mío!” he exclaimed, water dripping down his face, hair sticking to his forehead. his shirt clung to his chest, and for a second, he just stood there blinking in disbelief.

you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. “pau! you should see your face! it’s priceless!”

“you promised me this wouldn’t happen,” he said, his voice dramatic, but you could see his lips twitching into a smile. “this is what i get for trusting you, princesa?”

“well…” you teased, poking his drenched shirt, “you looked too cute to leave dry. had to fix that.”

pau gave you a playful glare, though it was impossible to hide how much he was enjoying it. “this is definitely going to be remembered.”

before you could react, he pulled you into a tight hug, his cold, wet arms wrapping around you like he had all the intentions of getting you soaked too. “now you’re getting soaked, preciosa,” he whispered in your ear, and you squealed, trying to wiggle free, but it was no use. he was stronger, and you were laughing too hard to resist.

“pau, no!” you giggled, your voice muffled as you buried your face into his soaked hoodie. “we’re going to freeze!”

he held you tighter, his warmth still somehow managing to cut through the chill. “it’s worth it,” he murmured, and for a moment, everything felt just right. despite the freezing water and the chaos, you could feel the softness in his arms and the way he held you close, as if it was the safest place to be.

the video was still rolling, capturing every second of the laughter, the chaos, and the way pau looked at you with nothing but warmth in his eyes, as if you were the best thing that had ever happened to him—even if you’d just drenched him in ice water.

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୨ৎ hector fort

"are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty, but the smile playing at the corners of his lips was enough to tell you he was more than willing to go along with whatever you had in mind.

you grinned, holding up the bucket of ice-cold water. "oh, i'm absolutely sure, precioso. it's for charity, and you'll love it."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but then his eyes softened as he let out a little chuckle. "you always say that."

"trust me," you teased, giving him a wink. "i’m a professional at this."

"yeah, sure," he muttered under his breath, but you could see the excitement building behind his calm exterior. "i'll believe it when i'm drenched in ice water."

with the camera rolling, you gave your intro, thanking your followers, hyping up the challenge, and throwing in a little shout-out to the friends who had nominated you. all the while, héctor stood beside you, looking like he might just bolt at any second. but you could see the way he was trying to keep his cool, though his eyes were flicking toward the bucket nervously.

"ready?" you asked, turning to him with a mischievous grin.

he sighed dramatically, but there was no hiding the smile now. "oh, i'm ready, princessa. just don’t make me regret this."

the moment the bucket went over your head, you spun around faster than he could react. with a swift motion, you shoved the freezing cold water directly onto him.

his eyes went wide, and for a second, he looked like he might actually freeze on the spot, his entire body stiffening. “¡ay dios mío!” he exclaimed, his usually composed face completely drenched, his hair clinging to his forehead, and his shirt clinging to his chest.

you were doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down your face. "oh my god, you should see your face!" you gasped between laughs.

“you promised me this wouldn’t happen,” he said, still blinking in shock, but his lips were curling into a grin that betrayed his annoyance.

“well,” you teased, walking up to poke his soaked shirt, “you looked too perfect to stay dry.”

he gave you a dramatic, but playful look, then lunged forward, wrapping his cold, wet arms around you in a surprise hug. “now you’re getting soaked too, princesa,” he whispered, and before you could protest, he pulled you into him, the cold water now seeping into your clothes.

you squealed, laughing as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it was impossible. “hector! i’m freezing!”

he laughed too, a deep, warm laugh that made you forget all about the chill. “maybe you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me, hermosa.”

you couldn’t help but smile, snuggling into his damp chest despite the cold. “this is a disaster,” you giggled, but there was no stopping the warmth that had suddenly spread between you two.

“best. challenge. ever,” he whispered, his voice soft, and in that moment, everything felt perfect—drenched in ice-cold water and laughing, but somehow, so warm.

the camera was still rolling, capturing every second of the chaos—the laughter, the playful shoves, and the way héctor looked at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him, even if you had just drenched him in freezing cold water.

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

“you sure about this?” he asked, his voice smooth as always, though you could catch that little hint of hesitation beneath his words. “it’s freezing, you know.”

you grinned, giving him a playful look as you readied the bucket. “oh, absolutely. it’s for charity, precioso. you’ll love it.”

“yeah, right,” he muttered, eyeing the bucket like it was a grenade. but even so, there was that lazy, teasing smile creeping onto his lips. “i’m going to regret this, i can feel it.”

you stepped in front of him, giving him a little wink. “it’s going to be epic, trust me.”

“sure it will,” alejandro said, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms, leaning back slightly. "you always say that, princesa."

you started filming, talking to the camera, thanking your followers and hyping up the challenge. meanwhile, alejandro stood beside you, acting like he wasn’t at all concerned about the freezing water you were holding. but there was that playful tension in the way he kept glancing at the bucket.

“ready?” you asked, turning to him with a wide grin, already knowing what was coming.

“always ready, princesa,” he replied, his tone smooth, as if he was about to do something heroic. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

before he could even finish his sentence, you spun around quickly and dumped the entire bucket of freezing water right onto him, grinning like a devil as it splashed everywhere.

he froze for a moment, his eyes going wide, then a dramatic gasp escaped him. “¡no, no, no, no!” he yelped, but it was too late—his hair was drenched, his shirt clinging to him in all the wrong places. he stood there, blinking, trying to process what just happened.

you were bent over laughing, unable to stop. "oh my god, alejandro—your face! i wish you could see it right now."

he wiped the water from his eyes, looking at you with a smirk, though there was no hiding the way his lips twitched. “you really just did that to me?” he asked in mock betrayal, but his tone was all teasing. “i trusted you, princesa. i thought we had a deal.”

“you looked too good to stay dry,” you teased back, walking over to poke his soaked shirt. “had to fix that.”

alejandro just shook his head slowly, still looking like he was trying to process the cold. “i knew i shouldn’t have agreed to this. but—” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “—since you’ve already ruined me, might as well make you pay for it.”

before you could react, he lunged toward you, wrapping his cold, wet arms around you in an almost too tight embrace. “now you’re getting soaked too, princesa,” he murmured, his voice low, playful, and way too dangerous.

you squealed, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but his hold on you was like iron. “alejandro, no! i’m freezing!”

“good,” he said, pulling you closer so you couldn’t escape. “now we’re both miserable together.”

“you’re insufferable!” you laughed, clinging to him despite the cold water that was soaking through your clothes.

“that’s the fun of it,” alejandro whispered in your ear, his tone softening as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and sincere. “besides, you look pretty cute all wet.”

you rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips said it all. “you’re ridiculous.”

“best. challenge. ever,” alejandro said, his grin wide, and you couldn’t help but agree, even if you were both dripping wet and freezing. it was perfect.

the camera was still rolling, capturing every second of the chaos, the laughter, and the way alejandro looked at you with that perfect combination of warmth and mischief, even after you’d just drenched him with freezing water.

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

you were in the middle of setting up for the ice water bucket challenge when lamine walked into the frame, holding the heavy bowl of ice water with that playful glint in his eyes.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, his tone teasing, clearly enjoying the moment. he gave the bowl a little shake, making the ice cubes clink. “this is gonna be cold.”

you shot him a mischievous smile, stepping closer, feeling the excitement build up. “i’m sure. you’re going to pour it on me and make it quick, right?”

lamine smirked and nodded, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. “yeah, quick. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the cold shock of water. you couldn’t wait to get it over with, but lamine was making it hard not to laugh at how serious he was acting about it.

just as he was about to pour the water over your head, a little voice broke through the tension.

“look!”

you turned to see kenye, his little hands outstretched as he ran toward you, his face lighting up with excitement. you smiled and bent down to pick him up, lifting him into your arms.

lamine’s eyes followed his younger brother, and just as he turned to see what kenye was pointing at, you saw your opportunity.

kenye, not fully understanding what was happening but sensing the perfect moment, pointed to something on the other side of the room, his voice a soft, excited squeak. “look, look!”

lamine, trying to keep things together and focused on the challenge, glanced over his shoulder to see what kenye was pointing at, momentarily distracted.

you seized the moment.

with a grin, you reached up, quickly swiping the ice bucket out of lamine’s hands, and before he could even react, you poured the ice-cold water right over his head.

his shocked expression was priceless. “wait, what—?” he started, but his voice trailed off as the freezing water drenched him.

the camera kept rolling as your followers’ comments blew up, laughing along with you.

“you…!” lamine sputtered, wiping water from his face, his hair dripping as he stared at you with mock disbelief. “you really did that?”

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, holding the empty bowl triumphantly. “gotcha!” you teased, feeling proud of your quick thinking. “you were distracted, amor.”

kenye, clearly pleased with the outcome, giggled, clapping his hands in delight. his little eyes sparkled as he looked up at his big brother. “you got wet!” he laughed.

lamine shot you a look, still dripping wet, but there was a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i can’t believe you just did that,” he said, shaking his head. “and here i thought i was the one pranking you.”

you shrugged, keeping a cheeky grin on your face. “what can i say? i’m full of surprises.”

lamine took a step toward you, his wet hair falling into his eyes as he reached out, his hand gently brushing against your arm. “oh, you’re definitely getting payback for this,” he murmured playfully, his voice low and flirtatious.

you raised an eyebrow, your heart racing at the way his fingers lingered on your skin. “we’ll see about that,” you said with a wink, leaning in slightly. “but for now, i think i win this round.”

he gave you a look that made your heart skip a beat—half playful, half affectionate. “you’re lucky kenye distracted me. next time, i’m making sure you’re the one getting soaked.”

kenye, sensing the playful atmosphere, wrapped his little arms around both of your legs. “play! play!” he demanded, tugging at you both as he giggled.

you and lamine exchanged a smile, both of you kneeling down to scoop him into your arms. kenye’s infectious laugh filled the room, and you could feel the warmth between you and lamine, even with the freezing cold water still dripping from his hair.

the rest of the live stream was full of laughter and fun, your followers loving the prank, the playful dynamic, and the adorable chaos of it all.

lamine gave you a soft, knowing smile as he pulled you close, his wet hair brushing against your cheek. “you’re lucky i love you,” he whispered, the warmth of his words making your heart flutter. “but don’t think i’ll forget this.”

you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, the cool water on his skin still making him shiver slightly. “next time, i’ll be ready,” you said with a soft smile, your voice full of affection.

lamine just grinned, clearly not bothered by the prank. “we’ll see who gets the last laugh.”

and just like that, the ice water bucket challenge became an unforgettable moment, full of laughter, warmth, and the sweetest little moments between the two of you.

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୨ৎ marc bernal

you were all set to do the ice water bucket challenge, ready to bring some fun to your followers, but there was one catch: your boyfriend, marc bernal, was nominated to pour the freezing cold water over your head.

"are you sure you're ready for this?" marc asked, holding the huge bowl of ice water, looking at you with a teasing smile. his voice was light, but you could tell he was enjoying the suspense.

you grinned, stepping toward him with confidence. "oh, i’m ready. just hurry up and do it already!"

he raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the teasing back and forth. "you sure? 'cause this is gonna be really cold."

you gave him a playful nudge. "bring it on. i can handle it."

with a chuckle, marc moved closer, holding the bucket above your head. "alright, don’t say i didn’t warn you."

just as he was about to pour the ice water over you, you heard marc’s phone buzz in his pocket. distracted for a moment, he glanced down to check it. that was your cue.

without a second thought, you reached up and grabbed the bucket from his hands, lifting it high. before he could even register what was happening, you poured the ice-cold water right over his head.

"wait, what—?" marc gasped as the freezing water hit him, his eyes widening in shock. he stood there, dripping wet, looking completely caught off guard.

you couldn’t help but laugh, holding the empty bucket in the air. "gotcha!" you teased, your voice light and playful.

marc blinked, wiping the water from his face, his hair dripping down. "seriously?" he said, his tone mixed with disbelief and laughter. "you really just did that?"

"oh, i totally did," you grinned, feeling a rush of victory. "you were distracted."

he stared at you, his eyes narrowing playfully. "you’re lucky i love you," he said, his smile giving away the fact that he was more amused than annoyed.

you took a step closer to him, your heart racing a little as you felt the warmth between you both, despite the cold water still dripping from his hair. "next time, maybe keep your attention on me, huh?"

marc reached out, a hand grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. "oh, i’m definitely paying you back for this," he whispered in a teasing tone, his breath warm against your skin.

you leaned in slightly, your lips just inches from his. "we’ll see about that," you replied, the playful tension between you both palpable.

he grinned, his hands still gently resting on your waist. "just wait. next time, it’s you who’s getting soaked."

you laughed softly, enjoying the banter and the easy closeness between you. "i’ll be ready," you said, smiling up at him. "but for now… i think i win."

marc pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his damp hair brushing against your skin. "you’re lucky i love you," he repeated, a little softer this time, his eyes full of warmth and affection.

"yeah, yeah," you teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "but that’s two points for me now."

marc pulled you close again, his smile warm and genuine. "i’ll catch up," he said with a wink, the playful edge in his voice never fading.

the rest of the live stream was filled with laughter and love, your followers enjoying the fun dynamic between you both. you could feel the happiness and comfort between you and marc, and as the video ended, you knew this ice water bucket challenge would be one you’d both always remember.

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Kamek Disrobed: The Follow-Up

Over two and a half years ago, I first put together these sketches of what I imagined a Magikoopa would look like underneath their robes.

You can read the original post here. Since then, several things have come to my attention, and I decided to make a follow-up post!

Most importantly, I made a 3D model! Well, I hastily edited together two models into one.

Kamek's model is taken from Super Mario Party, while for the shell I took Koopa Troopa's from Super Mario Odyssey. Both taken from The Models Resource (here and here)

Now here's what I learned since then:

First, Kamek's eyes are (very briefly) visible in the intro of Super Mario World 2: Yoshi's Island! So that's what I based myself on for the model. (Even though I find the full eyes to be cooler, this one is definitely funnier)

Second, Magikoopa heads are actually fully modelled and textured under their hats in Super Paper Mario and Dr. Mario World, even if never seen in-game! Credit goes to Fawfulthegreat64 and _kairy_draws_ for these images, respectively. I only learned of the Dr. Mario World model after making mine, annoyingly, but I still used it to do some touch-ups on the head's shape.

And lastly, we have our very first, completely official in-game look of Kamek's head in Mario & Luigi: Brothership! No need to mess with models or anything. Trust me, I'm as surprised as he looks about this. (Thanks, _kairy_draws_, again for the image)

So it looks like they really do hide that shiny bald dome under their oversized hats. Not entirely unexpected, as most Koopas are bald anyway, but stil cool.

Well that's it for my follow-up post, I hope you enjoy seeing this old bald turtle as much as I did while making this!

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My other boyfriend is @merc-with-a-mouth-69 he's adorable and I love him (editing my post sorry its gonna tag you again bbg)

By the way i also run @dogpool-puppins it was just meant to just be for funny but now you can go and roleplay with dogpool.

My main account is @drac0line1nn1t and has no connection here but just to clarify

The doodle in my intro is by the amazing @nuggetpool-hi because I love it and wanna eat it but I can't so ima keep it here instead hope it was okay to tag you

[kkglinka]

I love watching reactors try to puzzle out the lyrics to ruby songs but nothing beats watching newbies try to sort out the Red trailer intro, Red Like Roses. It always seems to be the same thing!

They'll figure out that "Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest" suggests a dead mother or mentor, and possibly blood. Notice that Ruby appears to be Little Red Riding Hood and wonder if her mother was killed by one of those wolf grimm. (We're all still waiting to find out, so hey).

They'll figure out that "White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test". Sometimes they know or look up Weiss' name and go, oh, lol, it's snow white, of course. Struggling with potential royalty or other high status pressures, trapped by an evil parent? Yup! Pretty much.

Then they'll get to the two most obvious, direct lyrics, and the hilarity ensues, courtesy of both gender norms and heternormativity. Like, I could understand those lines flying under the radar in 2013, but these days? C'mon now...

"Black the Beast descends from shadows..." You see the word beast? It's right there. Blake the Beast. It's straight up telling us. Blake (the black beast) Belladonna (beautiful lady aka belle). Belle is the beast in rwby'verse, but it's a two'fer, and the wrong gender and reviewers just...don't see it. Even stated plainly, and conclude she's just Belle.

But it gets worse (as in, funnier)!

"Yellow Beauty burns gold." Look, beauty; it's right there. Beauty, as in Belle, the other half of beauty and the beast? The lines are practically paired together??? Nah. We're also going to ignore the opening yellow trailer quote not to judge by appearances. Looks like goldilocks, busts up the place, busts up a guy called junior, must be goldilocks, case closed.

Yeah...you know how yang goes on that psychological journey from too violent to too passive, too passionate to depressed, too much cheerful façade, to too raw, until she finds equilibrium? We've all discussed the "just right" aspect of that — the show itself made that joke! It wasn't goldilocks and her stuff that was just right; it was baby bear and his stuff. His home life that got wrecked by a silver haired old woman (I'm pointing at Salem).

Who? Right, so, the antagonist (villain) of goldilocks and the three bears was originally an old silver haired woman or vixen (fox or provocative woman), who breaks into a stranger's home, vandalizes the place and steals everything from a young child. She got retconned into a cute little blonde girl, which severely muddied the moral of that story (when you rob people you ultimately hurt children the worst), but became the most well known version.

I'm sure it's a complete coincidence that eurasian brown bears can be described as golden, but I'm still waiting to see what solar or flame deity/character is being referenced by her name and the line about burning. Chinese yellow dragon of luck and nobility, sure, which rolls right back into the beauty and beast duality she shares with blake. As when one plays beauty, the other plays the beast, and the beast is a nobleman. But solar/fire? Dragon in general, or a specific fiery beast from folklore?

But I digress. Yang's surface level allusion to goldilocks is largely limited to her being a total ass and trashing a nightclub, after antagonizing the owner; and her fighting mama ursa in the emerald forest, before the perfect babe kills papa ursa for her. After that, it's all baby bear stuff, before her underlying allusion as alice liddell comes in like a freight train toward the end of v2.

Anyway, it always make me chuckle because those two lyrics are so bald and direct but, nope! Overhead like a decomposing boeing 747, even this decade. It's great.

[wonderful-magician]

JUDGING THE MAIN 3 AC/DC VERSIONS BECAUSE I LISTEN TO ALL 3 RELIGIOUSLY (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Hello I love AC/DC a lot like as in I've been listening to all 3 versions on Spotify waay too much. Not counting the original version from that concept album. Just the 84 album, the new starlight express, and starlight express Wembley! Since I'm sure most people can agree those are the " main " 3. But if anybody wants to know my opinion on any other ones I'm willing to share! ( Like the Bochum album or the Japan/Australia )

1984 ALBUM

Okay so like. This is probably the one I've technically listened to the most. I love this version a LOT and I think it definitely has the most interesting history to it because of Jeffery Daniel and his shenanigans. Plus the background vocals r WILD. And the Vocal effects are delightful and not painful like Electra vocal effects can be. ( Live Bochum.. woah ) And I think I really like the " I am a computer ' line a lot. And I wish it wasn't removed! But I will say the weakest point in the song is the original component introduction since when this was written they didn't have names. And I kind of prefer if they have names and introduce themselves or atleast SHOW some personality. Even if purse rolling his R's is peak. Overall, amazing!

THE NEW STARLIGHT EXPRESS

Okay so uh this version of the song is what introduced me to StEx because I was crazy into cats and obviously I learned of the show through this song because of John partridge- who definitely sang the song well despite his erm. Totally amazing look for the show !!! Although now he's no longer the only " bald " Electra ( THEY ARE ALL BALD LMAO ) I think his song has the best components intro and It definitely has the most personality with the dialogue. The moaning is. Well I would say unique but it's not. It's like a staple LMAO but still it's definitely making this song harder to play for family. And the Vocal effects are HORRENDOUS LMAO! but I enjoy this version a lot despite how 90's and weird and loud it is.

WEMBLEY ALBUM

Wembley. Oh Wembley. Okay so I only like two total songs really from this album because I don't care for the sound mixing. Makes me really sick and anxious some of em. But I will say I was not disappointed by my favorite song! I absolutely love the volume of the song+voice and the effects aren't bad! The vocal effects remind me a lot of the live shows, and I think it sounds amazing for the vibe they were going for! ( Fortunately for this version, choreography doesn't affect my opinion. ) And I actually listen to this version more than I do the new version! My biggest problem is that the components definitely lost a lot of their personality from the New starlight version. And I usually actually skip this song's opening...

I LOVE THIS SONG !!!

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Ruppel

Daryl Dixon x reader | current world AU(?)

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

🏁 💕 🏁

"Wha's tha?"

You were curled on the couch, blanket over your body and a stuffed animal in your arms as you watched the tv.

You hadn't even heard him when he came in and only noticed his presence when he plopped down next to you and stole your snacks.

"Huh? H.. hey!" You snatch a handful of snacks as you turn your attention back to the bright pink screen.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Daryl had only recently started living with you and was still getting used to your day-to-day routines, especially on your days off work.

"RuPaul. Never heard of it?" You didn't even turn to face him as you talked, not wanting to miss any of the drama.

Daryl scoffed beside you, laughing at your question as he reminded you of his household. "Yes, dear. But Merle's all nicely tucked away in jail and we're not bailing him out again, so ignore his mental assholery and just watch. Food's on the way."

An amused smile pulled at his lips as he settled properly next to you and tried to catch what this show was about.

As the first episode went on Daryl just ..stared.

"Who's tha?" The question came as the bald man in his crazy suit walked into the bright pink room.

"That's RuPaul. He's the show creator and host." An acknowledging hum was given before going back to trying to understand again.

On screen the contestants were doing their runway makeup after spending most of the time working on the sewing challenge.

"How can ya understand wha' they're sayin'? I aint' even know half of them words."

You let out a laugh, quickly trying to muffle it and apologize. Letting him know he'd learn eventually you turned your attention back to the tv as the runway intro sound started.

A large, gorgeously dressed woman appeared on screen, doing a theatrical entrance and welcoming the judges.

"Who's tha' then? Sounds jus’ like tha’ host guy.” Daryl's questions kept coming. Not that you minded, though. It meant he was actually watching and somewhat invested in one your interests.

"That's because it is RuPaul again."

"Tha's really the fancy suit guy from earlier?" His eyes were locked on the screen, deep in focus as he stared at the woman. ..man?

"Yeah, there's a good reason why she hosts the show." There was admiration in your tone and he couldn't place what aspect of this show earned that admiration just yet.

"Yer shittin' me righ' now." He looked from the screen back to you who stared at him and nodded. “There aint’ no way tha’s the same person.”

"An' why's it She now? Cuz there's a dress on?"

Your smile widened and you snuggled into his side. "Yeah! See, you'll learn."

Seeing Daryl so involved in something his entire environment as a child had shunned warmed your heart. And he was right when he mentioned his family earlier. You could also still hear Merle's voice yelling all kinds of homophobic, racist slurs at any little thing that didn't go like he wanted it.

You both watched all the queens do their runway routines with you spilling your opinions out loud and Daryl sometimes doing more than hun in acknowledgement to your comment. A "yer righ', looks weird." might have been the most he said, but it was something nonetheless. When the judging started you even got a "ya really gotta translate fer me sometime." A shrug and an okay gave him enough answer for now, as you watched the two bottom queens stand at the ready to start their lipsync. "Wait wha's up now? I missed sumthin'."

"They're the worst ones this week. They perform a song and the best one stays." The song was announced and with the one famous quote it started playing and the two started their performance. Daryl had seen girls dance around poles and whatnot at bars he used to go to but this was something else. As the song went on you'd let out an impressed 'woah!' or a gasp, and even Daryl let out a soft "damn." at an impressive twirl and an "oh shit." as one of them dropped into a split.

Right between the end of the song and the winner announcement you glanced over at your partner who nodded at the tv, impressed with the performance.

"I hope the one in yellow wins." You state as you nudge him. "You?"

"Yeah. Yellow's good." You both watched as they went through the elimination talk and you cheered as the one you wanted to stay did win.

As you continued on with the next episode your doorbell announced the food had arrived.

Daryl went to fetch it as you got plates and cutlery and set up the small table to eat on the couch.

When you both came back you both got your food plated and sat down to continue on with the show.

“So,” you swallowed your bite of food. “Do you want translations? Or pause the show to get explanations?”

He gave it a short thought before shrugging it off and letting you know he'd save the questions for after the episode.

So you watched. Comments were still happily given mostly by you but Daryl started giving some lovely critiques as well eventually. Ones like "Man, why's tha' one always bitchin'?" when one of them kept complaining about judges' calls and whatnot.

During one of the sad, emotional conversations Daryl let out a comment that compared the mentioned parents to his own and how they would have reacted maybe even worse if he’s ever had to go through such a talk. You cuddled into his side even more, practically laying in his lap now as you listened to his heartfelt talk while watching the last bits of runway prep.

As the runway intro started again and banter between Ru and Michelle went on you both genuinely laughed.

“I like ‘er, she’s feisty.” You looked up at him from your spot now all the way down in his lap.

You shook with laughter in his lap, complimenting in his taste in women and agreeing to like her a lot as well. The runway starts and Daryl points out one of the queens “tha’s the one tha’ had the backwards cap on earlier? The bitchin’ one?” It was so cute how he tried to tell which queen was which workroom guy but he did get it dead wrong. “Oh, no sweetie. The bitchy one was the second one, with the high ponytails and the belts.” You saw how he gave it a little thought and seemed to connect the dots, so to speak with an “aigh’ yeah, tha’ one.”

On the screen the queens kept coming down the catwalk and showing off their looks as yet another question arose. “So wha’ about those tits?” You burst out laughing at the directness of his question as you thought back and indeed not seeing any breastplates on screen in the workroom yet.

“What about the tits, Dee?” Your breathy laughs were slowly calming down as you waited for him to elaborate. “Them skinny ones, there’s some real lookin’ racks on ‘em. An’ they aint’ got any fat to shove in a bra.”

“Well, Daryl. Them’s fake silicon tits.” You faked his accent before reverting back to your own to continue your answer to the question you thought he’d be saving for after the episode. “They’re like tank-tops, but stretchy silicon that are matched to your skin tone and stop right where the boob ends. The arm and neck holes are hidden with sleeve straps and necklaces.” You could see him stare and think again. He had been doing it a lot during the episode and maybe he was finally starting to understand it all. During the judging emotions were high again and you both watched as the queen poured her heart out on the stage. It might not have had anything to do with the challenge but it was a continuation of that earlier talk at the mirror that was still fresh.

"Mah dad would'a sent a huntin' party after me if I'd even look at a guy fer too long, let alone admit I was into 'em."

You had to go and pause the episode for a moment to let that sink in.

"Daryl?" You rolled over onto your back and looked at him. "Something you wanna share with your girlfriend now that you're in a safe place to talk about it?"

You got a look that was him clearly thinking about the conversation, before his eyebrows shot up and he looked down at you with an ‘oh shit’ kind of look. “Wha? No. I aint’ sayin’ I am.” He had to think first before phrasing this wrong again. “Wha’ I mean’ta say’s I can tell ya if a guy yer eyein’ at the store looks nice, ya know. Like ya girlies all do to each other. Bu’ if I ever let tha’ slip around my family I’d get beat fer bein’ a sissy.”

You reached your hands up to grab at his cheeks and get him close enough for a kiss, being helped up a bit as you couldn’t reach and gave him a loving kiss. “You know you can comment on pretty ladies too, right? If you spot one I’d love to get a peek too!” Daryl laughed before pressing his lips against yours again. “I know ya like them good racks an’ squishy butts too, sunshine.” He pulled his arms away from under you making you drop back into his lap with an ‘oomph’.

“Now unpause.” He pointed at the tv as he stuck his tongue out to you. “Wanna see if the bitchy one in the sparkly blue thing goes home. I’on like tha’ one.” Rolling your eyes and giggling you got comfortable again to finish the episode and see if Daryl’s wishes will be heard.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: A headcanon question in our yume ship discord got out of hand in my head so I had to write a fic about it.

[thenightshadowqueen]

Livestream thoughts

This is largely just stream-of-consciousness (and it’s very long) and was written mostly for me, but I figured I’d share it because I always love reading these from other people

Sam’s London Eye bit during the intro is amazing

“One hit, it’s in the hole” I heard your fucking double meaning, Tom

“I’m really French. And because of that, I’m going to surrender immediately.” Who else thought of, “We are French. We are very good at surrendering.”?

“You clutched my foot and stood on my nipple” Sam immediately trying to make that position???

“Now look at me” and then Sam moaning is just so on brand for him

Tom and AJ just almost kissing between scenes for no reason came out of nowhere

Is Angel Station always closed? Because they’ve brought that up in multiple shows now

“I’m still wet—and not in the good way” Sam

Sam fucking with the way Letters works killed me—honestly, I think they should play that way again, because it was great; it was kind of a combination Letters and Timewarp

Also the overstimulated public transport user? Very relatable.

“Oh, it’s one of those letters” got me so badly

The weird incestuous direction of the letter was concerningly not surprising

The immortal economy brothers??? are amazing

“I don’t think you want to say it, do you? But I think I might have to insist at this point. And once I’ve insisted, I might regret it.” I adore it when they break character to fuck with each other

“We get a shovel and a high-quality camera, and we dig up the Queen” Sam is on fire today oh my god

“We’ll do a sepia filter” why????

“Well, I don’t see any problem with that” brilliant, Tom

Nonbinary parrot!

“I’ve never been able to walk ever since” oh my god, AJ, way to raise the fucking stakes

“Next Christmas” TOM

Sam getting to correct Tom’s English? What reversed alternate universe do we live in?

Watching this the same day I finished the second season of Interview with the Vampire, and when Sam is raising Tom from the dead in Puppets, all I can think about is that line about how no one ever asks Lazarus if he wants to be resurrected (I don’t know why this is what went through my mind, but it is)

“I kind of want to see how karaoke goes” Sam’s fucking face oh my god

The sapphic exes in Book Game????

Also Tom third-wheeling the sapphic exes in Book Game (“this is really hot”)

AJ’s character smashing a glass and Sam moaning is, again, so not surprising at this point

Also what British Prime Minister was nicknamed “pretty fanny”????? I feel like I’m missing some context as an American

“…Daddy” SAM fucking hell

“~Funky~” the way he said that????

“I will miss your nipples pressing into my nipples” what the fuck

“You wanted to join the Nazis” Sam “edgy joke” Russell, everyone

Sam standing there with his hand on AJ’s head and laughing before he could get his joke out was phenomenal, but AJ going, “don’t—shut up” killed me

AJ making the bald joke for them never gets old

“There’s a new handhold here” good god, Tom

AJ just jumping on Sam… I’m honestly not surprised at this point

“Listen, Luke—” honestly I really want to know what AJ was going for

“It’s salty” TOM oh my god

“I will give you Sexy Mates” I mean, I’d watch that (I’m so sorry; the joke has to be made)

I so seriously thought they were going to reveal they’d met before in the first scene of the longform

“I’m not good at social interactions” me neither babe

“I’m a mortician” that was so out of pocket

“I’m embarrassed to say this, but what is that?” I feel like that was a genuine question

Sam, I’m pretty sure morticians do not determine cause of death

I feel like Sam was going for his character being a killer at the beginning, which is interesting in the context of the full play

“You’ve not said anything funny yet” damn, Sam

“You remembered my name!” “Yeah.” “I didn’t!” AJ remembered a name that Sam didn’t???

“Why does this always happen?” Tom elaborate????

Tom just having to lie there behind the curtain sends me

“I go inside a lot of dead people” ah, there’s the necrophilia joke we were all expecting

“You make my life better” babe you just met

Sam killing AJ with his horrible French pronunciations took me out

Monsieur Pamplemousse, the Swiss waiter

“I’m just a rat” I love Tom

I love Sam just refusing to help Tom by playing the second driver

Gay train driver husbands!!!!!

Sam pushing the Scottish accent down reminded me so vividly of Caravan

I love AJ not knowing what to name himself

I love Sam forcing Tom to continue talking and then immediately regretting it

“Two sides of the same coin” AJ AJ AJ AJ YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MY MERTHUR HEART do you have any idea the way I choked when I heard that

The power of Scotland! (Moist and Magical flashbacks, anyone?)

There’s been a lot of audience singing in recent livestreams, hasn’t there?

“Title of the play I don’t remember” SAM

Also okay so this play was amazing but it had absolutely nothing to do with the title

I had an amazing time as always

[kayleeeknee]

Have we met before?

Wooin Yu x FEM reader

Author's note 1: love y'all as promised I gave a bonus at the end<3

Author's note 2: pls excuse my bad English still learning little by little<3

Reqs are open

Part1,intro

The sun falls and your shift is over walking home you're deciding whether to call wooin or not. Opening the apartment door you sigh seeing the mess you forgot to clean up. Switching the lights on you head to the kitchen reheating the leftovers you had a night before. College was a bit exhausting, working while being a student drained you.

After reheating the food you sat down and started to eat your food while scrolling through your phone. You suddenly had the idea to check if wooin had an Instagram account for a little stalking to dig up some information on what he was doing when you were gone.

Searching up his name you eventually find his account, you see a lot of places most likely from his races. Reminds you how he used to race with you along the streets and how you can't keep up with him. It's actually funny how he used to be excited about doing everything with you, but seeing him a while ago he looks more serious.

Taking the paper out of your pocket you saved his phone number and decided to finally text him.

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You were now regretting your desicions mentally cringing to yourself but before you could unsend the message he replied? With a location!? Guess your going there after Friday. Finishing your food you groan, What are going to wear!? Putting your phone down and headed to the sink to wash the dishes. Sighing to yourself looking through the window the moon looks brighter.

Little did you know wooin planned something...

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Friday ended fast and after going through hell in campus you fall asleep. Waking up you opened your phone to see he replied again in the middle of the night "10 am" that must be the time he wants you there.

It was 8:30 so you fix your bed, have breakfast, shower and put on normal clothes, time check it was 9:30 enough time for you to to that specific location. Stepping outside to get a taxi and showing the driver the location before taking off.

At the location you see it's just a small cafe, walking inside you see him with a purple polo with his glasses still on. Walking towards wooin and sitting down across him, you spoke "it's been a while...how are you and (ex name)" wooin let out a small laugh "you know I already broke up with her" you sigh typical Wooin "anyway I thought of giving you an offer?" He spoke in a more playful way "saw you being miserable in the convenience store thought i could help out" with a teasing smirk.

"Did you seriously just lead me here to make fun of me I thought we were going to hangout?" You retorted "Of course not...maybe, but still need you for something" he answered, "anyway I want you to be the manager of the crew, schedules and planning not my thing specially health shit blah blah blah you get the point".

"Your still lazy as ever, and how much will you pay me anyway?" You complained, he went closer to your ear and whispered the amount, you were a bit shock because it was high. You eventually agreed and actually tagged along with him with the remaining time, he told you to start next week and told you to introduce yourself soon to the other members...

The job maybe weird but at least your going to get payed.

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After a bit of talking and stories you noticed tattoos, there were a lot of it. Honestly, it suits him you thought to yourself maybe you weren't here because you want to catch up, maybe it was something else.

Wooin still has that energetic vibe to him but it has toned down through the years his not the boy who used to get excited when you agreed to race with him.

Maybe agreeing to his offer will not be as bad as you thought......

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Bonus:for pookies

As I said if y'all want y/n bald just say so ☺️🔥

Anyway thankewww!!!

[patchouliauthor]

Head Over Heels | Shawn Spencer X F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Oral sex (M! receiving), unprotected p in v, sort of subby Shawn.

Word Count: 3060

A/N: This took me so long because I've been busy with school and work but it is finally here. Hope you guys love it!

Summary: You meet Shawn at a bar and hit it off quickly.

Finally, you were done with your thesis and the research needed to graduate with your masters in behavioral analysis. To celebrate, your friends brought you out to your favorite karaoke club.

You had the best friends in the world; Janine, Mikki, and their boyfriends Larry and Garrett. Janine and Mikki were your roommates in undergrad. 

Mikki brought many guys back to your dorm room during the years you lived together, and not one of them were good enough for her and you made sure they knew. Then one day she brought home Garrett, and you just smiled at him as he left. Janine however stayed with the first guy she dated, Larry. He worshiped the ground that Janine walked on, and so you were cool with him too.

The karaoke bar was packed, but you had a perfect seat to watch people go up there and try their hand at the karaoke machine. One poor, very drunk, guy walked up and started singing “Wheel in the Sky” by Journey, and you were afraid you were going to watch this man’s soul leave his body with the amount of force he was putting into it. 

“Why don’t you get up there and sing?” Larry asked you.

“No thanks!” You scoffed. You could carry a tune but you were not much of a singer, plus you had not nearly had enough alcohol to give you the confidence to go up there.

“Leave her alone Larry, we’re here to celebrate!” Mikki said.

You all took a shot of… something. It didn’t taste good but it wasn’t really supposed to. It burnt going down and you made a slight face, but it started to do the job almost instantly.

“So now that you’ve got your degree, are you looking to settle down?” Janine asked.

“Any cute boys?” Mikki followed up.

“Not at the moment, no.” You giggled. “Oh come on, there must be someone.” Mikki said.

“When the right guy comes around, you will be the first to know.” You said.

“Let’s drink to that.” Garrett said and you all took swigs of the drinks in front of you.

After about a half an hour of mediocre singing and too many drinks, they finally convinced you to go up there. You took a few seconds to pick the song until you found it. Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. It was perfect. You pressed play and the familiar intro played. You heard the door open and you watched as two men walked in. One was bald, wearing a button up shirt tucked into khaki colored dress pants and nice shoes. The other had brown hair and a leather jacket on, and they both lit up as they heard what song was playing. Quickly, it was your turn to sing.

“I wanted to be with you alone…” You started. The men looked up at you in amazement. Maybe you were a better singer than you thought, or maybe you were just incredibly drunk. Either way, this song was going to get sung and it was going to be by you.

You kept singing, and the brunette man never took his steely gaze off of you.

“Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out, ‘til I’m head over heels.” You sang loud and clear. He smiled.

When the song wrapped up, not only your table of friends applauded loudly, but so did many others in the bar, including the leather jacket wearing mystery man.

When you came down from the stage, you saw the man watching you the whole way to your table. You knew you had to talk to him, and as soon as your friends saw who you were looking at, they agreed.

“Go over there!” Janine said.

“I swear Y/N if you don’t go over there I will.” Mikki said, much to the dismay of Garrett.

You giggled and then walked towards him just to go past him and go to the bar; you do not chase men. Luckily, he apparently does the chasing and meets you at the bar.

“You sounded great up there. You a big Tears for Fears fan?” He asked.

“Oh I love them. I would play their CD’s while studying all the time. My favorite CD is Songs from the Big Chair.” You answer. 

“Mine too. My name is Shawn. Shawn Spencer.” He said.

“My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” You said.

You small-talked for a while, finding out the man with him is named Gus, despite Shawn attempting to give him a fake name. You also found out they work for and run a psychic detective agency. That made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“You? You’re a psychic?” You asked.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He asked back.

“I mean, you don’t strike me as the ‘psychic’ type.” You said with air quotes.

“Here let me show you.” He said.

“You just finished your masters degree… that’s why you're here… you’re celebrating.” He said.

“Not bad.” You said, not quite impressed yet. “What’s my degree in?” You asked.

“My first assumption is being drop dead gorgeous, because it seems like you are an expert in that field. My second guess however, behavioral analysis.” He said.

“Wow. Color me impressed.” You said back. “One final question. Are you an Aries?” You asked.

“I am. How did you know?” He asked.

“You tell me. Maybe I’m a little psychic. Or maybe it’s hyper-observation, my masters degree, and a lucky guess.” You said.

He laughed. “Could I perhaps get your number?”

You looked over at your table to see Mikki and Janine staring at you. You held back a giggle as you wrote it down on a napkin and handed it over.

You strutted away to your table with your drink in hand. Your friends could barely hold back their excitement when you sat down and started smiling at them.

“So?” Janine asked.

“Are we the ‘first to know?’” Mikki asked, quoting you from earlier.

“You may just be.” You said.

Meeting up with Shawn became a pass-time. He often ran into you, claiming it was “fate” or “psychic abilities.” You still weren’t sold on the idea of being psychic. Everything you learned for your degree told you that he was probably just hyper-observant, but his skills prove to be almost superhuman sometimes. Maybe he was a lab experiment gone wrong. Or maybe it had something to do with his dad that he never talks about fondly. 

You learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about you too, and you found yourself falling for him. He was funny, quick-witted, had amazing but also questionable music taste, and was unfortunately incredibly good-looking.

He did seem to be sort of a womanizer, but you couldn’t blame him. You were also a sort of player, when you had time to be. In undergrad you broke many hearts, but once grad school started you didn’t have time for games, and you hoped that those days were over. You had a feeling that the games were just started now that you are getting involved with Shawn Spencer, but you still wanted to give it a try.

You got a call from Shawn while you were watching the channel 8 news.

“Hello?” You picked up.

“The owner did it.” He said. You were watching a report about a robbery at a local store. How he knew that you were watching the news, you didn’t know, but you had gotten used to that.

“Did the eye contact avoidance give it away to you too?” You asked him.

“You are good. Almost as good as me.” He said.

“Well I do have a degree.” You joked.

“You do indeed. Now, what would you say to a ride on my motorcycle and dinner under the stars?” He asked.

“I’d say that’s too good to be true. When do I need to be ready?” You asked back.

“Um, now?” He said.

You looked out your window and saw Shawn parked by your apartment building with a bouquet of flowers. 

“Be right out.” You said.

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Shawn drove you to a beautiful clearing a bit out of the city on his bike. The sun was just setting and it made the whole area golden, including Shawn. He grabbed your hand and began walking towards the center of the clearing. Once you were past some of the higher grass, you saw a picnic basket and a big blanket, complete with two glasses and a big bottle of rosé.You chuckled thinking about Shawn buying what appeared to be an expensive bottle, and immediately realized it was probably with the help of Gus and his credit card. You made a mental note to get Gus a gift in return for Shawn spending his money.

Shawn led you to the blanket and then sat down, opening the picnic basket and pulling out all of your favorite picnic foods. You try to recall telling him your favorite foods, but you can’t. He’s either a really good psychic or an incredibly good stalker. You didn’t think too hard on that last thought as he looked up at you smiling. He took the glasses and poured you some of the champagne. You took a sip and let the alcohol burn your throat.

You didn’t talk much, just occasionally cracking jokes, taking sips, and picking at the food he brought. You rarely ever felt as content as you did in Shawn’s presence.

“You are so beautiful.” Shawn said, barely above a whisper while you were looking at the stars that recently became visible.

You turned to look him in the eyes to find he was looking at your lips. You hadn’t kissed him yet but god did you want to. It’s not that he hadn’t tried to before, because he had, you just wanted to play hard to get. You knew that tonight that you didn’t have that resolve.

He smiled as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. You were suddenly aware of how close he was; you could smell the mint toothpaste and rosé on his breath. 

“Please.” Is all he could muster to say, and with that single syllable your lips were on his. It was a sweet kiss, so sweet you wished it was your first kiss ever. His lips brushed over yours so gently you were afraid he was going to pull away. Instead, he leaned in further and deepened the kiss. His hand reached up to the back of your head to pull you even closer to him. You obliged, scooting closer on the picnic blanket and knocking over your half full champagne glasses onto the grass.

You reached up to place your hand on the back of his head. You couldn’t help yourself and you tugged lightly on the short hairs on the nape of his neck. At the feeling, he whimpered the slightest bit. To try and cover it up he lightly pushed you until you were on your back and he was hovering above you.

“That was a dirty move.” He said as his lips moved down to your neck teasingly. You tried to keep your composure but his words made you squirm a little and you felt him smile against the skin of your neck.

Things quickly picked up speed, and as he feverishly kissed your lips he put his knee in between your legs at the perfect spot. You did your best to rub against his knee without him noticing, but you failed. He pulled away from you.

“Tsk. Naughty, naughty.” He said, smirking.

“Shawn, please.” You said, frustration evident.

“Oh, poor thing. Do you want to fuck you right here in the field?” He said, mocking you. You moaned at his words. 

“No. I want our first time to be special. Get up.” He said and quickly got off of you. You just blinked at him in surprise and didn’t move. He reached a hand out to you. “Come on, I’ll take you back to my place.”

You reached up to grab his hand and he pulled you to your feet. He kept hold of your hand and started walking towards his bike.

“What about the picnic stuff?” You asked.

“Do you really care about that right now?” He asked back.

You smiled at him before shaking your head no. He smiled back and started pulling you towards his bike. You weren’t certain in the dark, but when he turned it looked like his jeans were becoming a little too tight for his comfort. 

Once you were both on the bike, he began flying towards his apartment. It was so fast but not fast enough, and you were needing more friction to soothe the problem Shawn had started. You tried to secretly grind down on the motorcycle seat. It was helping but not enough, so you began to pick up speed. Your breath was getting funny at the contact, and it was moments before Shawn noticed.

He didn’t stop you. Something about you getting off on his bike was making him go feral. He even fantasized about fucking you over top of it while you wore his leather jacket. He needed you as much as you needed him. It was then you both looked over and realized you were about to pass the Psych office. As much as he wanted to make your first time special, he had to have you right then and there, so he pulled over and hurried to the door, leaving you on the bike. You followed right behind him as he fiddled with the key to the door. 

He unlocked the door and pushed you inside, immediately finding your mouth with his in the darkness. He shut and locked the door behind him without ever leaving your skin. Your lips never left his as you both walked back until your knees hit the leather couch by the window and you sat back onto it. His lips left yours and he yanked his shirt over his head swiftly before returning to you. As you kissed him you fiddled with his belt until you were able to pull his pants down, showing off the tent in his boxers. You didn’t give him time to think before you yanked his boxers down, showing off his large cock.

“Woah, slow down.” He whined. “You’re still fully clothed.” 

You didn’t care, and you reached to grab his length, pumping him up and down. He threw his head back. You loved to see him like this, and while he was blissed out from the pleasure your hand was giving him, you put your mouth on him. 

“Oh Jesus, doll. You’re gonna kill me.” He said.

You bobbed up and down on his length, and what you couldn’t fit you stoked with your hand. He grabbed your hair back into a ponytail while you pleasured him, reaching your other hand down to rub yourself through your jeans.

“You feel so good.” He choked out. You could tell that he was resisting the urge to fuck your mouth. You released him with a pop and pumped him with your hand, feeling the wetness from your mouth and the precum leaking from his tip.

“I need you so bad.” He said, pupils blown out with lust.

“Come and get me.” You said back.

Wrong thing to say.

You had never had your clothes taken off of you so fast in your life. In seconds you were completely naked, on your back with him hovering over top of you. He lined himself up with your entrance before looking into your eyes.

“Tell me to stop.” He said.

“I can’t.” You said back. He gave you a swift kiss and then rested his forehead on yours as he pushed himself into you. You moaned in harmony with him. He waited for you to adjust to him before he moved.

“Just tell me when, sweetheart.” He said. You couldn’t make out words so you kissed him to signal you were ready.

He pushed in and out of you slowly, filling you up with each stoke. He was taking his time with you, savoring the moment of you under him on the leather couch. Everytime he comes back to work he's going to think of you taking his cock right here.

He started to speed up and you moaned. “Kiss me.” You said and he obliged. As he filled you up below, his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. Both of you were sweating, moaning messes.

You could feel yourself getting so precariously close to the edge. You knew you only needed a little bit more to get you there. It was at this moment that Shawn reached down and starting rubbing circles on your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure. How did he know that was what you wanted so badly? Maybe he is psychic. The way he touched you exactly where you wanted without you having to say a word made you think he just might be.

You were thrown headfirst over the edge. The feeling was so good you thought you might cry. His hips faltered as he pulled out of you clumsily, releasing all over your stomach. Before he got too soft, he shoved himself back into you and rested his head on your shoulder. You both panted as you came down from your highs.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you at the karaoke bar.” He said, still out of breath.

“Well after tonight, I think you’ll have many more chances to do it again.” You said and smiled. He returned your smile.

“Do you think we should probably leave now so we don’t forget to by the time Gus comes in in the morning?” You asked.

“That is the first time someone has mentioned Gus right after having sex.” He said.

“Shawn.” You said laughing.

He laughed too and got up to find something to clean you off with. After he cleaned you up, you both got dressed and rode back to his apartment, where he got to go at you all over again. You knew that no matter what, you would never forget your time with Shawn in the Psych office, mostly because he’d always be there to remind you of it.

[mysticficti0n]

heyhey B!

I love ur writing more than I love air ykwim but I want to ask if you can write Y/n finding out their show has been canceled and the TH boys back her up when she starts arguing with the managers (they're like 16-17 ish in this)

also congrats on the job !!!

thanks sugar ❤︎

Okay yes- I love writing for angry characters 🤭

Don't F*ck with her

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warnings- swearing, roughhousing?

words- 1.1k

(I used my friend Erik for the managers name btw she said he would be a bald fat guy?)

"you're joking?" Y/n rose from her make-up chair were she had already finished her look and was ready for the stage "no- Lynsey your fucking with me right? we're meant to be on in literally twenty minuets and you come in here and tell me it's canceled!" the girl was seething

"Y/n I'm sorry- you need to speak with the manager I can't do anything" her assistant directed with a sorry face "I was just told, the audience will find out soon" Y/n shot past Lynsey who quickly followed her to the boys changing room, the sound of laughing and jokes broke as she yanked the door open

"he fucking canceled the show" Y/n spat

"what?" the boys faces dropped "what do you mean canceled?"

"fucking canceled it! I swear to god I'm going to go ape-shit on Chris right fucking now, who's coming?" with a face like thunder Tom got up followed by his brother and the others "Lyn where are they?"

"follow me" Lyn had worked with the band for years she was one of their best friends and knew that they'd had enough with this new manager Chris constantly messing things up, the red-haired girl directed them to the 'office room' where Chris was sat watching tv "sir- the band are here to see you" he sighed

"yes?" Y/n shoved past the door and eyed the man up "Y/n?"

"canceled?!" Bill asked but was more of a 'are you taking the piss?' sort of voice "were meant to be on soon!"

"I realise that- but" Tom looked toward the girl who was chewing her lip to the point blood would probably start dripping "look"

"No you look right fucking here- we have a whole audience out there still oblivious to the fact were not going on and what reason are we meant to give? our managers a stupid dickwad who is messing around the 5 people who make him the money that feeds his fucking family hm?" Chris stood up from his seat and walked toward the girl, the boys took a step back but she stayed in her place, Gustav reached toward the girl but she didn't budge. Chris was now an inch away from her face, their eyes locked "you don't scare me- not anymore I'm not gonna let you do anything more to our band-"

"who says you have a choice- I own you all, I could snatch every reputation you ever have away from you in a second" his hand went around the girl jaw before letting go quickly "so go back to you room- take off that slutish make up and shut your mouths- understand me?" Bill had enough of seeing Y/n toyed with, he stepped forward shoving the man off her space, a laugh beloved from the man as he turned to the boys, eyes mostly set upon Bill

"don't fucking touch my brother-" Tom spoke pulling Bill back to him "you are fucking ruining our careers and like Y/n said- you pull this show, not one of us get any money- so grow a fucking pair you bald prick and let us play"

"you're a fucking stupid cunt- your making our lives a fucking nightmare" Gustav yelled getting nods from the other 4

"think I'm going to listen to 5 little kids? you're all pathetic" Georg scoffed

"mate your what 55 and make your living of us- your last band fired you so you came to us, who said we ever wanted a money stealing, pervy, pissface owning us?"

"good point- actually tell you what Chris get your shit together- your fired and were going onto that god-damn-fucking stage and telling that whole ass stadium, guys get your stuff were going" Bill walked out and straight to stage, the Tokio Hotel intro hadn't even played but the 5 walked on and the audience roared as they entered "HELLO GEORGIA" the band yelled

"so were sorry about the hold up but we wanna say something- so you all know Chris Satpled? yeah well we just fucking fired the lunatic as he was cancelling our shows and was trying to cancel tonights" Y/n screamed to them all and a huge boo ran through the people making the band clap them, the 5 ran to their instruments, Tom, Georg and Y/n went to get their guitars, Bill and Georg went to their places and waited for the three

"were gonna preform for you all tonight and we'll have a special song for Chris later-" Bill laughed as the band began playing

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"Thank you for a wonderful show everyone and as we said we have a very special song for Chris- so it goes like this- FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED FUCK CHRIS SATPLED" Bill started a chant through the whole stadium of people, the guitarist kept strumming a beat they created along with Gustav and the crowd, Y/n took a step forward to the mic and coughed

"Oh these were bought by Chris' company so-" she took a step back, unhooking the guitar strap from her and slamming it to the floor and a cheer shot from everyone, next Tom and Georg started smashing their guitars and the sound of symbols crashing to the floor as Gustav kicked them down and stabbed the skins of his drums and shoved them along with the kit

The band all met at the front and took one last bow before going off and jumping at each other laughing, they had backstage runners asking what they were doing but the band ignored them all.

Time past and they knew that a crowd would be outside and they also knew Chris would have to walk through them all, they waited at the exit doors and Chris was their speaking with the bands security, their ex-manager took one last look at the all and rolled his eyes "punks"

"get fucked you absolute wank stain- I hope you get fucked over again and again" Y/n grinned waving to the man who pull his coat taught

"I'll find a better band who respects a man like me" Tom shook his head walking to the man and patting his shoulder

"good luck finding a better band than us you knob- now get the fuck out" the people outside cheer's turned to boo's as the stumpy man walked out, water was thrown at him and the chant started again making the band burst out laughing and soon followed his last footsteps, Tom walked close to the girl as they calmed down grabbing things to sign from fans "you know what- we found you all pretty hot when angry" Y/n laughed shoving him away "hey don't just attack me we all did"

"shut it Kaulitz- I swear to god I'll kill you all" she walked away from the 4 boys and started speaking with fans and taking pictures

"don't fuck with her huh?" Georg laughed

"agreed" the other joined following Y/n "hot though?" Gustav looked to the boys who quickly nodded and all started giggling away

[miimo96]

Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S3 TEASER IMAGES (yes I know I'm EXTREMELY late on this one)

Clois and Kimmy are back! AHHHHHH it's been So long, They look so cute!!!! ^w^

New intro, Mixy's back, Lex is Bald, Cyborg Superman, and NEW CHARACTERS!? OMG Next season is Absolutely going to be Insane, I'm hoping to see more DC characters show up and maybe even see more sibling Dynamic between Clark and Kara, because last season they were absolutely cute together. Also Jimmy and Kara NEED to get together this season, I don't care what anyone says I NEED to see them together, FINALLY a Supergirl relationship that doesn't involve her being with Brainiac, because that was just 🤢 I'm Also hoping to hear some Future slang in this like "Crash" and "Shrap" mainly because we're getting Superboy, and It REALLY seems like Superboy will be from future, so having him say stuff like this would Really be blast, which brings me to my Next topic.

I've seen a lot of people's theories circulating online about How this could possibly be Lois and Clark's kid from the future, and I gotta say, I ABSOLUTELY Love this idea for 2 reasons, 1 if this is True then that IMMEDIATELY means he's come here for 2 reasons, 1 we could Definitely be seeing the Death of Superman play out this season. Since we're already getting Cyborg Superman and because one of the last episodes Last season was called The Death of Clark kent, so it would only make sense for this to be called the Death of Superman, if we're heading in that direction, leading to the whole Superman Legacy arc where multiple people took up the mantle of Superman, such as STEEL, Cybor Superman and Even Superboy. If we're going to be seeing this then that means he's either here to probably stop his father from dying, or just coming back to see and meet him before his Inevitable Death, which would REALLY Hit hard for us if that's the case. Also ya wanna know what it Really reminds me of, let me just get this straight for a second to see if I got the whole story Right, "A Super hero's child comes back from the future to See their Dead relative in order to get to know them before their eventual passing, and maybe even try Live up to their Legacy " Now where have I seen this before....? 😏

Once again They continue to Improve upon ideas that HAD Potential, but were executed poorly. Hopefully they Don't drop the ball on this one ^^ Now onto reason 2, if Superboy is from the future then that means he had to have gotten here by Something right? Maybe a Time Bubble 😏

THAT'S RIGHT! I'm suggesting that Mabye we could be seeing the Legion of Superheroes, being possibly introduced this Season, and that Superboy is a founding member, and if that's the case, that would be ABSOLUTELY Insane, and a Great move on DC'S part in my opinion. but those are just my thoughts, let me know what you think, Do you agree?

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

yup. I'm roundin out the collection. fuck it. that was then this is now thoughts:

CRAZY intro. lovin this music hello.

EMILO ESTAVAN??? lovin how every se Hinton movie has to have either matt dillion or emilo estavan or both (AOUGH N HES SWAGGED OUT)

stole 2 milk jugs just to promptly drop one on someone's lawn as u run for the bus.

'what is it?' a car bryon' 'did u steal it?' man where do u think? u friends got a car in 15 seconds? do u think he BOUGHT it?

wait hold on. that scene is remindin me of somethin. hold on. OH. ok the scene where they run the red light n two cars almost crash is real reminiscent of when rusty james n the motorcycle boy did the same yeah? yall know what I'm talking about?

BRYON GOIN TO PUT HIS SEAT BELT ON N MARK SIDE EYIN HIM HELP

CURLY???? MY baby... what did they do to u... actually wait this eyeliner goin insanely hard nevermind. but WHERE IS HIS LONG ASS HAIR GIVE IT BACK

AWWW stop I ain't even payin attention to whatever the fuck they're sayin cause angela went over n asked curly for a juice n then curly turned around n stole one for her. hmm. siblings ever perhaps.

actually cannot get over marks lil jacket. Will be thinkin about forever. n his earrin. n his bringin bryons ma a flower. n his sittin up on the end table legs swingin. AOUGH

if mark wasn't such a deliquent I think him n soda would actually get along real well. actually. hold on. maybe I'll make a seperate post here but there's somethin there. also pony clearly likes a certain personality type (loud, funny, impulsive) ie (sodas my favorite brother, marks my friend, curly.)

WAIT BRYON ALSO HAS AN EARRIN.

the way bryon just stands there like 👁👁 blinkin at cathy

Mark whistlin at bryon. very important to me

HELLO??? THEIR FRIEND RAPPIN WHILE THEY JUST TAP OFF BEAT ON THE CAR JAJAWGHDJNSJW

IS THAT M N M??? awww he's so CUTE what the hell!! goddamn why did curly just side eye the FUCK outta him

obsessed with the way curly is always just standin around lookin. he ain't got shit to say but he's observin.

just LOOK at all those COLORS

did he just shove an m n m up he nose. DID HE JUST SHOOT IT OUT. EW

goddamn these children are bullies. also. I ain't makin fun a ya. HEY. ARE U MAKIN FUN A HIM.

M N M N HIS CLOTHES THAT ARE ALL TO BIG AW

what the hell am I watchin. one. crazy start. I want ya to sing for me? 🤨 two. how about? jingle bells? why the hell is that ur song choice. three. WHY ARE YOU SINGIN IT

n go get a haircut? mama. curlys already bald mama give him BACK his hair

'curlys?' 'curlys.' 'jeez ur gettin to be as bad as me' 🧍‍♂️. 'never.'

damn even the BUS driver got beef with Mark what the hell did u do to HIM

'you're goin to the dance with Cathy? I thought u were gonna go stag with me n the guys' *leg starts bouncin a mile a minute* there's somethin to be said about how emilo chooses to portray Mark's body language. n it is good.

Mark playin pool alone aough

'it's either let u borrow it or someone'll steal it' they both side eye mark

wait a damn minute. somethin just occurred to me. they changed the time period this is supposed to be set in.

'you wanna buy that goddamn table!' 'sure! I'll have the movers coke pick it up in the mornin' guys I fear I giggled

awww them crowded into the bathroom together gettin ready :(

they say hi bryon like a hundred times in his scene

M N MS REAL NAME IS HOWARD???

why the fuck is m n ms dad such a bitch. I hate that guy. fuck that guy frl.

'where ya goin?' ' around the block a couple times' I fear he ate his ass up.

bryon gettin outta the car to hustle around n open the door for Cathy HA

they did the whole shepard family dirty. wait. do we get to see tim. WAIT WE DO YEAH? OHHH I CANT WAIT

do we get to see ponyboy?? he's in the book right? WAIT IS THAT HIM IN THE YELLOW?? I don't care WHAT is happenin in this scene I just wanna see pony

is that? pony? he didn't even do anythin :( he didn't even get to talk :(

bryon grabbin mark by the head n shovin him through the window. Mark fuckin with his cut. him? beat boxin?

the whole conversation in the car kinda got my ass. 'you ever get the feelin things are changin? comin to an end?' *hopeful* 'yeah' *scared*

'now everybody's swept away' 'or grown up.' AOUGH

THEY SAID THE TITLE OF THE MOVIE THAT WAS THEN THIS IS NOW REFERENCE

[festivepuppetryy]

⚡⚡⚡ Intro post Fuck Yeah ⚡⚡⚡

Hi I'm a stranger on the internet with too many interests, you can just call me "Zaps". I'm an artist and lazy writer, insect fanatic, toy lover, puppet enthusiast, always looking for mysteries or weird obscure media to enjoy. I don't believe in ghosts but damn do I wish they were real (so I can smooch one!)

I hate law and the IRL effects of it but I've unfortunately been cursed to have it as my biggest interest, I like to spend my nights leaned over a tub of ice-cream researching the electric chair, having complicated feelings about it, watching cheesy crime movies, and laughing at law enforcement … & more, but lets try to keep it short.

My two biggest dream jobs currently are to be a mortician or an electrician, but right now I'm sipping on orange juice.

Some things I enjoy and may post about: Fallout, The Elder Scrolls, City of Heroes, Half Life, Garry's Mod, Spore, The Suffering, Marvel, DC, a very small amount of movies and shows, and a multitude of bald men from franchises I otherwise don't care for.

Taglist & Warnings - And how about some music yeah?

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DCCOCE3 !!!

-GET LYNDA OUT PLEASE

-bro Logan and Alessio even want each other in the damn intro

-bro Logan looked so sad

-he wants Alessio bro

-AW TED HAS A SON

-WAIT THATS SO CUTE

-I DIDNT IMAGINE HED BE MARRIED AND HAVE A SON HE LOOKS A LITTLE YOUNGER THAN I IMAGINED

-I’m liking the Lynda and Ted friendship

-ooh Anastasia mad

-LYNDA THE LIES

-THATS MY POOKIE YOU GOT VOTED OUT

-aw Logan looking sad at alessios painting

-YOU WANT HIM

-Isabel trying on Richard’s hat is so cute

-“got a thing for fine wine Italians?” LMAO EVEN THE CHARACTERS IN THE SHOW GET IT

-Logan defending Alessio awwww

-the boyfriends

-LOOK AT BENJI IN HIS SLEEPING BAG HES SO SILLY

-“it’s hot in here must be you” LMAO GAY BITCH

-SPENCER LOOKING AWAY FROM DIEGOS ABS

-GAY BITCH

-“haha cock” HES SO ME LMAO

-bro the side eyes 😭🙏🏻

-bro leave benji alone what did he do

-benji I love you never change

-LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

-LOGAN LOOKS SO SAD HE WANTS TO KISS ALESSIO RN

-“mlady” AND THEN THE PULL

-THEYRE SO GAY I LOVE THEM

-DID YOU SEE THE TWINKLE IN THEIR EYES

-I SMELL LGBTQ

-bro what was that laugh Trevor 😭🙏🏻

-bro Tristan ivy and zaid

-they’re literally THE trio

-OMG TRISTANS SILLY LITTLE FACE MY POOKIE

-THEM ALL LAUGHING IS SO REAL

-THEY ALL HATE HER

-MEATRIDER???

-LMAO

-Hannah x Amelie???

-kiss each other right now

-Diego looks like he’s gonna die 😭🙏🏻

-BALD RICHARD LMAO

-LEMME SEE

-ANASTASIA AND TED HAVING TO DRAG RICHARD INTO THE CHAIR LMAO

-no way blud just like died because of ice water

-bro would not survive the ice bucket challenge

-LMAO LOGAN CARRYING TED

-LMAO BENJIS SONIC COSPLAY

-I love how Tristan is so supportive of everyone

-that’s why I love them

-my baby

-girl is honestly tweak out over that math too

-GET HIS ASS TRISTAN

-SPENCER IS GAY FOR DIEGO

-NO WAY BRO WAS GETTING BEAT UP BY A CHICKEN LMAO

-Logan…

-not a girl 😭🙏🏻

-“just picture he’s Alessio” LMAOOO

-OH HES ENJOYING THAT

-HE WAS DEFINITELY PICTURING THAT WAS ALESSIO

-AMELIE X HANNAH

-THE SAPPHICS

-KISS NOW

-Trevor we all know you’re not evil stop laughing like that

-YES

-YES YES YES

-BYE AMELIE HAHAHAHA

-I smelled a redemption arc out of her tho

-onc pulling redemption arcs out of their ass for the characters after like two episodes

-Hannah wants Amelie so bad

LMAO THE KISS SCENE WAS ACTUALLY HILARIOUS

WATERCOLORS CANON GUYS

GO TRISTAN MY BABY