#its fine with like my sister or whatever idc

[prommytheus]

literally my given name sucks so much ass. like i genuinely think i would be soso much more comfortable being a cisgirl/feminine if my assigned girl name wasnt dogshit. there are 10000 other basic white girl names that i wouldve been fine with but NOOO you had to name me that one

[romanticfistfightz]

also fun fact going to malta if the weathers good. frst time since like 2015 i could be on the beach not fully clothed. like i could go shirtless . it's so fun i hope the weathrrs good

[ssparksflyy]

Hiii I hope you are having a great day!! I was wondering if you could make another percy jackson x daughter of Hecate reader? If you don’t/ can’t do it that’s fine I just though i would ask.

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

percy jackson dating hcs ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: percy jackson x latina!daughter of hecate!reader warning(s): swearin an: dw i got ur 2nd request that u wanted reader to be latina :)) i just added in some little things that tie in ♡♡ srry if these are short btw </3

in the dead of night, your eyes so greennnnnnnn

you and percy tend to stay up later than most of camp

your always up and out after curfew

you js function better at night okay

me asf

the day is reserved for lake dates and the night is reserved for sky watching dates ♡♡

youre literally attached by the hip if you couldnt tell

as they say in waitress, i love you means your never ever getting rid of me ♡

you usually watch from the roof of cabin 3, just cuddled up and sharing a blanket

but once percy suggested you watch from the docks

and you were like oh!

not actually but you looked really hesitant

he was like whats wrong??

so you told him about la llorona !! #coquette

it was so preppy

but now youre both scared to go to the lake at night

even though yk shes not real

and youve literally been through tartarus

and back

and you face unimaginable horrors every day

and percy's literally the son of the sea god

mexican folklore is scary ok yall

idc if it didnt scare you as a kid / you like horror

I DONT

IM TRAUMATIZED

MY GRANDMA PUT ON LA LEYENDA DE LA LLORONA WHEN I WAS FIVE AND I HAVENT KNOWN A DAY OF PEACE SINCE

sorry for trauma dumping yall

kinda silly how some story about a lady who drowned her kids is enough to make 2 of camp half blood's strongest soldiers shake in their boots

so u stick to rooftops ♡

you and hazel are bestiessss

shes a honorary member of cabin 20 of course

you exchange tips and tricks, hazel telling you about the things she saw hecate do and the things she said to her

and you tell her about the things youve picked up over the years :))

percy cant help but smile whenever he sees you two together

he sees hazel as a sister

(yall remember in son when he was ready to fight somebody for her or something like that i dont remember exactly what he said but i do know he was ready to fight)

and ur his fav girl ever ♡

his heart just feels warmed

same way he feels when he sees you playing with estelle

you show her a bit of ur powers and she flips outtttt

she asks sally to be a witch for halloween because "i want to be just like (y/n)!!!"

dont know about yall but if i went home and my family found out i was involved with ~brujeria~ i would not be accepted at home (please read as if youre white and cant say shit in spanish)

thats just the mad religious side talking dont worry yall

but sally and paul would literally let you in with open arms

the jackson's apartment is your second home

percy has a drawer reserved for your clothes in his room ♡♡

he loves it when you sleepover, at home or at camp

he absolutely adores kissing your hands

he doesnt care about the dangers you can produce from them, he'll kiss em allllll he wants

you could be cuddled up together, ur reading to him and he just grabs one of your hands and begins to leave a trail of kisses up your arm, shoulder, neck, cheek, and eventually leaving one on your temple

it just gets you like 😵‍💫

he loves his badass girlfriend, okay?

literally your #1 fan

would beat up anybody who talks shit !!!

tea is your holy ground ♡

because you cant drink coffee

cause ya know, adhd, youll just end up knocking out

though you do drink it when you cant fall asleep at night

its me, hi

and hot chocolate is strickly an only-in-december drink, because then it wont hit in december, since you had it earlier in the year

(my mom does that with gorditas and tamales broooo its painful)

so ya drink tea!

i dont drink tea, so im not even gonna try to tell you what his favorite is

he likes whatever you like

but you try a bunch of different teas and stuff together :)

youd probably adopt a black cat together when youre older

youre never gonna beat your neighbor's witch allegations

(probably because theyre true but youll obviously never say that)

i feel like percy would be more of a dog person but lets be real, he likes horses.

fuckin horse girl smh

but that does not mean he wouldnt love and care for the cat

he'd so let you stop to pet any stray cat you see on the street

takes pictures of the cat anytime you do ♡

you cook together !!

you teach percy a bunch of different recipes and stuff :)

has a 'kiss the cook' apron 100%

and what can ya say, you gotta kiss the cook

man you guys manage to stay silly throughout the horrors, we love

[drunknillawafer]

right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 6

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

hellooo part 6 oo we're in book 2 territory now... also i am changing stuff to fit my character into this world so just be open to those changes plzzz i do not own these characters and they are not mine! i hope you guys are liking the story so far! I'm so excited I'm already thinking about what I'm going to do when book 3 comes around... rmr to like reblog or comment, i truly want to know ur thoughts because this is my first fic so i hope I'm doing a good job. thank you to everyone who has supported it so far!! even if its 17 ppl idc like that's 17 individuals who bother to read what i write so... thank you!! enjoy >.< about 2000 words

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It was a day like the others, the year before Ozai’s unfair punishment. I’d go to the Royal Palace after school to play or practice, whichever we felt like.

When Zuko and I opened the door that led to the duck pond, his little sister, Azula, was already there with her friends, Ty Lee and Mai.

Azula’s already proven to be ruthless for a 10-year-old. She’s constantly reminding Zuko of his ‘failure’ to live up to the responsibility of Fire Lord just because he’s not as vicious as her. In this home, they favored brutality over honor, and if you know Zuko, he’s all honor. Even at twelve years old, you can tell he won’t grow to be like his father before him and it’s a problem.

She’s only gotten worse since their mother disappeared 2 years ago. No one knows the specifics, but Azula says their grandfather ordered the Fire Lord to kill Zuko and she never lets him forget it.

As we walk toward our usual spot, the little girl comes up to us.

“Zuzu, come play with us!” she says with a hint of mischief in her voice.

“No! I’m busy.” Zuko replies, brushing her off. We continue walking to reach the other side of the pasture, far away from his sister and her friends.

“Fine.” With Azula, fine isn’t just fine. It’s code for I’ll get you somehow.

But I try to keep my thoughts about her to myself. She is younger than us and I’m not scared of her. It’s Zuko she doesn’t see as a threat. As for me, she’s known not to push it. Since we all have the same fire-bending master, she’s well aware I’m better than the both of them.

When we reach our spot, we sit to take our swords from their sheaths. Today it’s blades, yesterday it was bending. We almost forget Azula’s in our vicinity when Mai comes crashing down onto Zuko, making her blush.

Mai is a year younger than us, and she’s always had this crush on him. Everyone knows. I know.

But unlike Azula, I don’t humiliate her with the fact. Even if the thought of Zuko returning the feelings makes me uncomfortable.

Mai quickly gets up and apologizes for stumbling on top of him and Zuko, in all his emotional glory, yells at his sister. “Stop it! It’s not funny.”

She grins with her arms folded. “Oh, but it is, dumb-dumb. I told you to play with me!”

“That’s not how you get people to play with you!” I stand up for him, knowing it’s a losing battle if he’s all alone in his defense.

“Whatever.” She replies and focuses her attention on Ty Lee’s handstand. Probably thinking of a way to ruin that too.

It’s clear we won’t be left alone to spar in peace.

“Want to go to my room?” He asks. Familiar amber eyes gazing into mine.

Butterflies appear in my stomach. I’ve been to his room thousands of times, millions if it was possible. It wasn’t abnormal. But lately, I can’t stop these stupid bugs.

My feelings for my best friend are changing, I just hope his are too.

“Sure.”

A few weeks have passed since the failed ambush of the Northern Water Tribe by the Fire Nation. Admiral Zhao is presumed dead, and the empire retreated. They were long gone, and this loss was too shameful to ever attempt something like it again.

Though, the adrenaline from the win would be nothing compared to the loss felt by the masses. We lost some people, rebuilding was commencing, and the tribe had lost their princess. The Chief had lost his daughter.

While it pained Sokka and I to inform him of the news, what he said in return brought peace to all of us. He said he had a vision of a beautiful young woman sacrificing her life for her people and it wasn’t until that fateful day that he knew it was his daughter. Warmth embraced us all after he spoke. What better way to show your love for your people than to become the moon itself? It was bittersweet. To know she couldn’t walk with us but be with us wherever we go on planet Earth.

If only I knew how I felt about encountering Zuko for the first time in three years.

I honestly didn’t know what to think, act, or be. It all happened so fast.

Having to save Aang in the middle of our encounter distracted me long enough. Letting down the Chief and Yue becoming the moon spirit distracted me long enough. Hell, seeing Iroh for the first time in a while distracted me long enough. But eventually, the dust settles and there’s nothing but his face in my thoughts.

His hair is different, and he looks… sharper around the edges. He’s stronger and his bending is different than before, more determined and intentional. He seems tired.

I replay our interaction in my head multiple times a day, sometimes in my dreams. Each time, I think about what I could have said instead. Other times he doesn’t strike me in the ribs. But then I wake up or come back to reality and the scar of his burn on my side reminds me: he’s no longer my Zuko.

I mourn the gentle boy I once knew.

All our good moments flash through my mind like an orchestrated play. Growing up together. Elementary memories of playing and later, practicing our sparring and bending together. Silent moments where we both sat and stared as the sun painted orange across the sky, once we were done for the day. Being the first person we looked for at a royal party and feeling relief when our eyes locked together, assuring that we won’t spend the night bored out of our minds. Silly things I didn’t think I’d miss so much.

But it was hard to feel bad for him when he was someone else entirely.

I shouldn’t have, but I took it easy on him. I thought there was some sort of silent agreement that we would never hurt each other, like when we were sparring. But at some point in time, practice became fighting, and nobody told me.

I spent three years thinking about this exact moment and I never once thought we’d be on two different sides of this war.

It was different for him, I suppose. He stopped practicing the moment Ozai told him to get up and fight.

The swirl of feelings dizzied me, going from I hate him to I missed him. From where is he? to I think I could find him if I tried.  

But I don’t know how that would land on Aang, Katara, and Sokka.

Zuko’s been terrorizing them since Aang came out of the ice, before they crossed paths with Jet and me. I’m not even sure how they feel about my past with their first enemy. I’ll make a note to ask later.

I’ve been in my head the entire time we went through the cave of two lovers. I think some badger moles got us out and the nomads went their own way once we made it through.

Apparently, we’re heading to Omashu so Aang can learn earth-bending from his old friend, King Bumi.

Sokka’s catching me up to speed, but his voice sounds like it could be a thousand miles away from my mind. “It’s pretty cool, I didn’t really like being trapped and thinking I was going to die but that’s not the point- Hey, are you okay?” He grabs my elbow and stops us in our tracks. His eyes look into mine, looking for me.

He shares a glance with Katara that prompts her to say, “Let's take a break from walking, guys. Aang, c'mon I think I see some water. I want to see what you know before you become an earth-bender.”

“Okay!” The young Avatar replies, eager for alone time with his favorite person. They smile at me before leaving, and I feel left out of a certain loop.

Once they’re far away enough, I reply to Sokka’s question. “I’m okay, why?”

“You’ve just been off… since the invasion.” He scratches the back of his neck as he confesses his concerns.

“It was a lot, I mean. Yue—”

“I know, but you’ve pulled away from all of us.” Almost shyly, he continues, “From me.”

“Oh.”

“But we all want to know if you’re okay.” He hurries to add.

“I’ve been thinking about some stuff is all.” I let out a sigh, a poor attempt at trying to let go of what’s bothering me. “I just hadn’t seen him in a long time. And when I do, he’s fighting me.” I look down at my boots, begging for the dry dirt to become quicksand. My cheeks are getting hot and the familiar knot in my throat is forming. This is why I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Yeah, he does that.” Sokka scoffs. “He’s a jerk. He can be mean to us, I get it! The Avatar and everything. But being mean to you was unnecessary.”

The knot in my throat quickly forms into a tone that’s harsher than I mean it. “Was it?” Sokka’s taken aback and instantly, I’m regretful for it. “Sorry… I don’t know what I feel.”

I investigate his icy stare and for the first time, I feel the distance I’ve put between us. Unfortunately, I think it’s there to stay.

He raises his hands in defense, “I get it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you like him?” I finally understand what he’s been saying. Why he wanted to talk. He wanted to talk about us and how Zuko fits into that equation.

“No—I… uh...” the words leave me.

“I see.”

"That's not a confession."

"Then say no."

“Does it matter?” I ask, becoming irritated with his attitude.

“Does it?” Sokka’s stern voice rarely makes an appearance, but when it does, it surprises me. Leave it to Zuko to cause an argument when he’s not even here.

Before I can answer, Katara and Aang return, looking chippier than we do.

“Break’s over?” she asks us, furrowing her brows as she takes in our body language.

“Yeah, it’s over.” Sokka huffs and walks away, leading us to our destination.

☆

With Sokka guiding us, he proudly gestures towards the Earth Kingdom land. “Ladies and gentlemen, the city of Omashu!” When I finally intake what they’ve all been talking about, I know what we see isn’t what they were describing.

“Oh no.” Aang says for all of us.

The fire emblems are too loud to ignore. Omashu’s been occupied.

☆

As the four of us stand in our fight mode, ready to negotiate Bumi for the Mayor’s baby boy, I see three girls in the distance. I see her first.

My heart drops down to my core, the way it did when I first saw Zuko after all these years. Just when I thought the reunions were over, the universe shows me exactly what it is I ran away from. Finally, after all this time, I have to face what I did.

“No.” I mumble.

“What?” Aang asks. They all turn to me. Now that they know who I am, they know I must know whoever is coming to negotiate on the empire’s behalf.

I should have known it would be Mai, but her little brother was not born when I last saw her. When we all went to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls.

I don’t have enough time to warn them, you never do when she’s involved.

“It’s Azula.”

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tag list <3: @camilleverreault @staygoldsquatchling02

[certainlytragic]

Just thinking about Regulus coming out to Sirius.

Reg shyly walks over to to the griffindor table and taps his brother on the shoulder. "Oh, you've cut your hair, mums gonna kill ya" Sirius says, smiling a bit. "I need to talk to you" Regulus quietly tells him, his voice almost a whisper. "Yeah, ok, um I'll see you guys later" Sirius directs that last part to his friends, who all mumble agreement before going back to their conversations.

When they make it outside of the great hall, Sirius gently grabs Regulus' arm, "what is is [nickname of deadname]"

"I'd prefer it if you didnt call me that"

"What? [Nickname of Deadname], your my baby sister, I can call you whatever I want"

"I'm not your baby sister"

"You'll always be my baby sist-" Sirius doesnt finish

"IM NOT YOUR FUCKING SISTER!" Regulus says it louder than intended, and quickly looks down, like his shoes were the most interesting in the world. "What..?" Sirius sounds different, quieter.

Regulus is silent for a moment "hey, it's alright, you can tell me anything".

"I..I'm um. I think I'm transgender" Regulus mutters, still not looking at his brother. "Alright, that's fine, that's good. What are your pronouns, and your name?" Sirius smiles at his brother, waiting for a response.

"Well, I did some experimenting, and I prefer to use he/him, but I dont know about a name, I'm thinking 'something Arcturus Black' but I dont know about a first name." Regulus responds, meeting his brothers eyes and letting a small smile break free.

"Ah, sticking with the family tradition then" Sirius chuckles.

They dont talk for a while, but then Sirius breaks the silence. "What about the one star from the leo constellation....what is it. The bright one..you know?"

"Regulus?"

"Yeah! That one, that one suits you. Talking about things that suit you, look at you! The hair! The black nails! The outfit!" Regulus was wearing black baggy ripped jeans, a queen shirt and a black leather jacket, with some oxford style doc martens and his hands covered in rings. He looked good. "Yeah um, Dorcas cut my hair, she's good with that stuff, and um these are Barty's clothes."

Sirius thought they looked big "WAIT, did you tell them?! Before you told me?! How dare you?!?" Sirius practically shrieked, grabbing his brothers shoulders and shaking him a bit. "No, but they probably figured it out"

"Ok, I'll choose to believe you" Sirius and Regulus walk back into the hall, and sit at the table. "Um so this is my brother, Regulus, he just told me that a few minutes ago actually"

"Hi, Regulus" Remus grabbed his boyfriends hand, and smiled at Regulus.

Meanwhile James was staring, mouth slightly agape, Regulus had yawned, and James caught sight of a small silver ball on his tounge. (James wasn't staring at Regulus' lips, of course he wasn't, he just looked and saw it, totally, yeah)

A/N- I know its shit but idc, not spell checked either so yk

[starsdailyjournal]

Journaling for my mental health as an epic scene girl (not clickbait) Day 1!

Today (sunday) I woke up at like 12:44 am or pm idkkkk but it was when the sun was up and like my dad had asked me to call him and since I have like ptsd I tweaked out but I brushed my teeth first because like I'm trying to get myself into the routine of doing that now. Anyway I called him and he just wanted me to like make my sister breakfast and put the food we made in the fridge but like he rlly freaked me out by just texting me "Call me when you wake up.". And he said he was getting us pizza which is now one of my least favorite things to hear from him (because of the c-a-l-o-r-i-e-s and because I'm really bad at expressing grattitude to him since we are sorta close (he is my bio dad I've known him all my life its complicated). But anyway I made my lil sister (10 yr old nerd) an awesome omelet with mozerela and sausage slices AND a cheese crust idk how to explain it basically I put cheese in a pan after I made the omelet and when it was still melty and not hard I put the omelet I already made on it and the I folded the whole thing when the cheese was cooked!! I bet it was yummy idk tho but anyway after that I scammed someone on adopt me (l-o-l) for like an fr panda, r sloth and nfr or nr hydra they got 20k rh diamonds tho soooo yk its fine!!! I was gonna scam sum more but like I got stuck trying to figure out how to use razer cortex (because royale high is so laggy on this dumb laptop) and I was stuck on that for hours legit untile dinner!! but while I was stuck on that my dad came home and gave me some chocolate which was nice but it also sucked because I CANT express grattitude its rlly hard for me bc I'm too grateful that I feel like if I tried to put into words the gratuity I feel I would spaz. BUT anyway I haven't eaten the chcolate yet (also its dark chocolate and if u dont fw dark chcolate ur ai generated) but I did eat 2 slices of this rlly oily garlic pizza for dinner just now! it was gross and I lowk cant stand that it's in my system (iykyk) but I can't do nun abt it BUT I am starting my fast rn and it should last this whole week!! So that'll make up for this but erm IDK ahhahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't like talking abt eating but this is an honest journal... Should I add TWs?? Bc I rlly dont wanna I be sleepy at night which is when I'll be typing these out. Omgeee also like I've wanted to go back to being quarantine level chronically online 4ever now bc I love doing that in the summer but my dad has parental controls on all my stuff (including this laptop) so I cant go on disboard n stuff to find online friends to give me entertainment n stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!! but I FOUND A WAY YALL!! I'm just gonna be ROBLOX chronically online tho I am a robloxian already (since 2018) I want to be one of those ppl who are always on it yk (thats why I was scamming today n trynna unlag royale high) SOOO when I'm not studying I'm gonna be scamming and trading in royale high and adopt me!!! Maybe I'll try n make sum friends but rn I'm focused on the games I'm already planning on getting my dp from starpets n I have a decent halo + ltbs on rh n all my dream stuff besides 1 set n 2 accesories!! so like I'm prettyyy good but I wanna get REALLY good like those ppl who have 5 owls and 8 parrots lolz! And I literally love roblox and everyone who plays it (besides anyone with brainrot humor ironic or unironic idc) everyone else are so cool!!! So like yea and I have 30 dollars that I'm prob gonna use on robux I might try n get headless bc my mom pays me to do computer science courses and my dad pays me half of whatever my mom pays me!! Honestly I feel like journaling is sm fun rn i love talking but nobody ever listens screaming into the cyber void is so fun!!! Also I'm gonna likeeeee eat my chocolate after I shower rn probs and then my fast starts!!! ALSO omg halloween is coming up!! I'm def gonna be a vampire! If anyone enjoyed my journal tell me what your gonna be for halloween!! Omg if my journal/blog gets big I would call the ppl who read it bats!! that would be sosososo cooool ANYWAY FOLLOW ME!!!!!!!!!!!!

[munsonology]

Well I need a new therapist lmaoooo

I told her I was uncomfortable regarding a certain celebrity.

I don't mind them as a person, though I feel they are v performative on certain topics and exploits things for money. My main issue is they don't tell their fans anything like they don't say hey no death threats. Maybe they have and then I would feel slightly better about the person, but the fans are moreso my issue.

Regular fans are fine, my sister is. But its the rabid stans who want to crawl in the celebrity's ribcage to breathe the same air as them. Crazy. True definition of stan. Like, I know someone who quite literally went to this celeb's concert not once but THREE times. Fine no big deal, enjoy, I've been to a concert more than once just not in the same concert season lineup thing. Except they then begged for money because they had spent their money for rent and their BABY who is going through a growth spurt has no clothes that fit- this person even said they spent the money on the concert in the comments. Like what???? I've seen fans doxx people for having a differing opinion. Just not people I feel comfortable associating with

Normally idc im not involved whatever, just avoid them. The REASON it got brought up to my therapist, wasn't because I just randomly dislike this celeb. That isnt the reason.

The REASON it got brought up is because Spotify wrapped happened and I mentioned that I was uncomfortable because two people who severely fucked me up mentally (one was emotionally abusive and the other harassed and stalked me) had this artist in their top 5. Also My ex friend who ended up posting pictures of my house when she knew I had a stalker (I had moved snd they hadn't found this place until they posted) also had this artist in top 5. (And yes if was malicious, we had an argument and then they posted the outside of my house, sure they deleted the post later but the guy had already seen it as she had a public account and he followed some of my friends on fake accounts. We weren't friends after this)

I made the comment that they all had widely different tastes but all liked the same artist, and I made a joke that I should have known it was a red flag (we had spent the therapy session discussing signs i should have noticed in these people and ways they were alike which made me even think of the artist WHICH is why it was brought up).

And to be fair the reasons I listed of the people who have done things to me are probably why I dislike the celeb.

But my therapist actually called me stupid and wrong because apparently the artist was in THEIR top 5. Which, uh, okay my bad. Started going hard against me, even cursed at me So I again point out that in my mind it's linked to my abusers and people who betrayed my trust, and my therapist went "the majority isnt like that" to which I mentioned the rest of the points about things I've seen online. I guess I could have just apologized but she was coming at me and I was already on edge talking about everything, then they called me stupid and berating me...

Well I was uncomfortable then but i thought "hey, you did insult someone they obviously like, it's normal to be a lil defensive" and was like well we can move past. But no, quite literally this last session sealed the deal, because instead of talking about my trauma or anything, she made me listen to their albums. Which wtf??? Who does that irl?? Explained all the nuances and the theories and shit I DONT CARE about. I tried to tell them, but ok I also infodump on things I care about. Then they told me that my abusers must not be THAT bad because they have good taste. I walked out. Still got charged for the full session, and I filed a complaint. I dont see how they have their license????

I'm pissed rn haha and it actually had the opposite effect and has solidified that I do not like this artist in my mind. At. All.

Aww bestie that sucks 😭 first thank you for sharing! Second, this therapist is completely unprofessional. They shouldn’t have let their personal like of this artist affect how they’re treating you during the sessions YOU pay for.

And the fact that someone spent their rent money and their baby’s money…where’s the priorities, where’s the values, where’s the morals?

For me, I’ve also disliked a celebrity because of their fans and fandoms. Especially on twitter. I could write a whole thesis on how dysfunctional this fandom is on twitter 💀

There’s good and bad sides to all fandoms, I think in general we all have to find where we fit and surround ourselves with people who value us as much as we value them.

Anon, you have every right to like or not like something. That’s what makes friendships beautiful. I hope you’re able to find a therapist that can support you properly anon 🩷😭 some of these people get their license out a happy meal

[vivgst]

There are some that sound kinda funny but yeah, they can be used as a character name

THIS BITCH was my worst nightmare, felt like crying everytime it appeared on dinosaur king

Ugh yes, and there is also a lot of misinformation and websites full of viruses or advertising

I'll look it up, was it on YouTube?

Why? do you speak too fast?

and yeah go ahead but can ppl post recordings here?

omfg there's a tuxedo version of it how cuteeee<333

whattt? I'll def watch the whole movie again bc I can't remember him singing the song

I know girl in Ipanema because of law and order by the way

Ay no:( that's genuinely so sad, I hate it. It's terrible here because there are no laws even for us humans, people do what they want with pets, I have seen dogs on terraces, the poor animals cannot hide from the sun or the rain. I said the next damn time I saw a dog tied up or on a terrace I was going to steal it and I fucking will idc

Well, but it happens with English too, right? Well I understand that it is not as common as with French or Spanish

Have you played or watched tlou gameplays? The story looks good, the only character I remember is Ellie tho, uh and Abby I think

Oh right, I always confuse L with Light, I was about to tell you that L is my favorite character but it's Light

I would like to be an animal with wings but I am a damn coward so I would be terrified of being too far from the ground. I could be something like a sloth bear but I wouldn't like to be an animal that could be eaten or have to run for its life, it must be damn exhausting, wolves or polar bears seem too dominant for my liking and I'm too damn lazy to go through life hunting animals or being ferocious, snakes are fine but they are too misunderstood and people hate them, just like rats, not to mention flies or mosquitoes. Hmmm, I would never be an animal that lives in the water because I am terrified of the sea, river or whatever thing with water.

People hunt birds, I wouldn't want to be a pet because I hate depending on someone and there are stupid humans who can't afford to have pets and still have them. The capybaras look good, they are calm and all the other animals seem to leave them alone but I want to be a beautiful and big animal without the hassle of being a carnivore, plus blood stinks and I hate meat.

I think I would be some forest animal that can hide or live in trees and eat their fruits, far, VERY far from humans because I don't wanna be eaten or hunted by some pretentious mf.

Oh my god, I wrote a damn essay explaining to you what animal I would want to be, I'm sorry lmao, I like the topic

Uhm… it depends, if we talk about Latin America I would like to go to Mexico, Argentina (my sister lives there), the Dominican Republic and Brazil, if I had to choose then it would be between Mexico and Brazil. I went to Colombia last year and I loved it, I didn't want to leave.

Now Europe it could be Greece or Slavic countries, uh… Germany could also be but I don't know, Europe doesn't attract my attention too much.

In Asia it can be Korea, China, India looks nice too.

Egypt is a fucking dream for me but my friends say that it is hell and that there is too much pollution and to tell the truth I am very bad at traveling, I need to be surrounded by comforts or I panic.

I would like to go to Los Angeles, to cities that tend to be very busy in general, I don't like towns, I am fascinated by cities that don't rest.

I wanted to go to Las Vegas until I started watching videos of people showing how strange the city is and how it looks like a fake city and now I'm scared???

Oh and New orleans fuckkkkk, one of my friends is from new orleans, he always send me pics, everything looks beautiful wtf

My cousins ​​are from Florida and everything looks very nice but there are crocodiles, what the fuck? I hate them

Okay now it's your turn to respond and I want eight damn paragraphs like the ones I wrote jajajsksjsa

procrastinating here!! Don't mind me if i bug your inbox random confession, I had my hair cut for like a few months now (it's in a boyish type of cut) It's kind of rare but I always enjoy when people go like "wtf is that a guy??" and then they're like "oh shit no, it's a woman" I don't think Ill ever go back to long hair man, it's too hard to take care of (props to the people who can and do)

It's six in the afternoon and I just woke up and I'm shaking like a crackhead because it's been too many hours without drinking water or eating, helppppp.

I love when I see very androgynous people and I don't know if they are women, men or neither <33333 I think it's cool

And yessss, my hair goes past my hips and I love it but it is a job to take care of it and it's especially uncomfortable because it is very hot in my country.

[w-wolfhard]

SPOOKTOBER "small scare"

pairing : miles fairchild x fem!reader warning(s) : semi-detailed description of a dead body wrds frm seb! : 01. y'all this is gonna be shit bc i'm writing it late at night but idc bc its spooktober and im motivated to post this . 02, modern au , they're at y/n's house . 03, semi ooc miles 😪 IN WHICH you and miles scare your little sister and her friends

"are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" your mother asked frantically, biting her lower lip.

"yes, mom. we're gonna be perfectly fine." you reassured her, patting her shoulder.

"isn't it quite cold? shouldn't you two need a jacket?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"no mrs. l/n, we'll be fine without one. thank you, though." a small smile tugged at miles' lips, as he put the michael myers mask on the side of his head.

"make sure you watch your little sister." she said worrily, as your little sister, libby, walked into the kitchen where you all were.

"she's 10, mom. she's in the double digits, she'll be perfectly fine." you sighed.

"plus, i'm going with my friends!" libby pitched in.

"i don't care. y/n, please for the love of god, watch over your sister and her friends." your mother pleaded.

"but mom-!" you and your sister both tried reasoning with your mother, only for your mom to cut you both off.

"nope. watch your sister. bye bye!" your mom grumbled, storming off to her bedroom.

you grabbed the ghostface mask off the kitchen counter. "bye ma!" you called out, just to let your mother know that you're leaving. you let your sister out the door first, then miles, then you walking out last.

the cold autumn air hit both of your guys' faces. you pulled the ghostface mask over your face. your sister automatically ran over to her group of 3 friends who was waiting for her by the side of the house. "our costumes are so boring and basic." you frowned.

"sure, it's basic, but it isn't boring. i like mine." he teased. miles pulled his mask on his face.

"yours would look more scarier without the mask." you joked. you could sense the glare that miles was giving you under his mask.

"shut your ass up." he rolled his eyes. you both approached your sister and her friends.

your sister sighed loudly as you two approached her and her friends, "this is my sister and her boyfriend. my mom wants them to watch us." she said, motioning to you and miles.

"he's not my boyfriend." you said sternly, sending your sister a death glare through the mask.

"whatever. i see the way you two looked at eachother." your sister snickered as she started walking to the next house with her friends.

you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it cause you didn't want libby to snitch on you. "i never want kids." you mumbled.

"y/n," miles tapped your shoulder, "wanna play a trick on them?"

"what would that trick be?" you arched your eyebrows, wondering what prank your best friend had in mind.

"telling them fake ghost stories about that empty house in the corner." miles pointed to a house in the corner of the neighborhood. it had no halloween decorations, the grass on their lawn was dead, wood boarded up on the windows, and small vines were growing on the side of it.

"you're a genius." you grinned at him, "we could sit them down on the sidewalk next to the house, and tell them scary stories about the house."

"do we just improvise the story?"

"yeah, just go along with stuff." you smiled.

it wasn't long before you all reached the "scary" house. "jeez, you think they'll give out the big candy bars?" you joked.

"dunno. let's check!" libby gleamed. her and her friends were about to walk up to the front door, before miles stopped them.

"we wouldn't do that if we were you." he warned them. they all turned around, and looked at you two.

"why not?"

"have you not heard of the story about this house? have you guys just been living under rocks or something?" you pretended to scold them.

"what stories?" one of your sister's friends asked.

"take a seat," you motioned to the side walk, as you and miles took a seat on it as well. "so, there was a woman 9 years ago who used to live in this house. she used to absolutely love halloween. anyway, 2 weeks before halloween, she began hearing noises, feeling stuff, and seeing random figures." you started.

"she tried telling her boyfriend, but he thought she was delusional, and got into a huge argument with her. that night, the thing's she's been hearing became louder." miles continued.

"the day after that, she went missing. she wasn't as known before, nor did she have any friends, so no one went out to look for her." you stated. "long story short, she was found dead by her boyfriend. ever since then, this house has been rotting and rumor has it that her spirit still lingers. and it isn't a good spirit." you finished.

"well how'd she die?" your sister asked.

"no one knows." you shrugged.

"the only thing we know is that her boyfriend was coming over to apologize. he knocked on her door, and got no response. not so luckily for him, he had a spare key. therefor he used his spare key to enter, and found her body hanging from the ceiling." miles explained.

your sister and her friends looked mortified. absolutely terrified. "he was to stunned. he ran out immidietly, locking himself in his house. isolating himself from everyone. he started hearing stuff and seeing things. those things sounded like her. he couldn't handle that and so, he ended up, ya know, offin' himself." you said.

There was a silence, before the small group of girls went rushing to your house, away from the "scary" one, dropping their bag of candy as you watched them run off. you and miles bursted out laughing. "that was awesome."

"their moms are gonna hate us, but that's okay." you said between your laughter.

"that was a great story." miles chuckled, picking up one of the candy bags.

"it really was." you said proudly, grabbing the other two. "wanna head back and watch movies?" you asked.

"only if we get to eat this candy while we do."

"duh." you rolled your eyes.

miles playfully slapped your shoulder, as both of you walked back to your house, "your mom is gonna kill us."

"so what?" you chuckled.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

The brother dynamic between Harry and Teddy would be so freaking adorable, because while Teddy is the snappy hard edged one and Harry’s all “flower power”, the second someone dared to make fun of HIS little brother Harry would absolutely destroy them. Then Sirius would get a letter home saying “mister Potter cannot just hex first graders because they teased mister Lupin” and Sirius would send a howler back going “MY SON GOT TEASED??? I’LL BE THERE FIRST THING TOMORROW TO DISCUSS WHAT YOU CAN DO TO MAKE SURE THAT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN”

okay okay okay YES. Harry absolutely losing it when someone picks on teddy. and and and not to derail this entire post, but SIRIUS is one of the only characters in the series who is identified as having sibling (we have Sirius, we have The Weasleys, The Black Sisters, The Creevy Brothers, Parvati and Padma, the Delacour Sisters, Lily and Petunia...and...?) but PARTICULARLY in the marauders era only Lily and Sirius are identified to have siblings. (and not to derail this entire post, but its a big reason why i think lily and sirius would've foraged a friendship quick after getting past STUCK UP RICH BOY and MUGGLE-BORNWHOMST ARE YOU IM HAVING CULTURE SHOCK RN).

anywho. anyWHO.

I think in any universe, regardless of how harry and teddy came to be siblings (raised together, or maybe they took in harry post POA and then adopted an older kid, or was teddy a baby when Harry was seventeen...idc whatever) sirius would've made it like a whole fucking thing about brothers/siblings.

house rule, be kind to your sibling, they're the only one you have.

AND, I HC harry and teddy as being so fundamentally different, that by the time teddy hit a certain age (like maybe 12? and if harry was 15 or so?) arguments out the ass-hole. Because i think teddy would be popular! teddy was a morning person, and chatty! teddy was clean (like sirius) and took time to put together outfits in the morning! teddy had a lot of friends, and used quidditch as a social thing, and not like...an actual sport. Harry was fine with his three friends and his handsome boyfriend! couldn't be arsed with fashion, didn't care for being sociable, liked his quiet little life at #12 with his books with moony and his music mornings with sirius, and it was all disrupted when teddy came along and made songs up for the most mundane tasks (DADDYS FOLDDINGGG THE LAUNDRRRRYYYY).

But they love each other! They do! Harry loves his little brother so much and vice versa, but I think they would argue a lot later in life. and Sirius would have no patience for it whatever. because SIRIUS understands how important siblings are!! (and also, also, also, im not going to mention, how shitty it is, that there are so many estranged or far away siblings in the source text. Like, Padma and Parvati are in DIFFERENT HOUSES, are we joking? Bill and Charlie and Percy all evaporate when they're of age and graduate. Regulus and Sirius. Lily and Petunia. in this dissertation I will--)

So all this to say that you can bet your bottom dollar that Teddy and Harry always had each others backs. No matter what. They could pick on each other, but like hell was anyone else going to pick on them.

And while i am...mostly against Sirius sending howlers in general, I am 100000% for sirius showing up to school and being like "whats this about a detention?"

"Mr. Potter hexed a third year on behalf of Mr. Black-Lupin. Apparently, the other student said something unkind..."

"Okay so my kid has detention for doing the right thing? Interesting."

(and sirius would 100% be like "okay so maybe don't hex someone, but also you're not in trouble for standing up for your brother. do your silly little detention, and i'll send you something in post, yeah?)

[ask-dcf]

*the bottle forms two new notes, ready for reading.*

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*Chara's note reads as follows:*

"Honestly? I understand. I understand completely. Its scary, yknow? Love is scary. But you deserve it- sides, there aint no going wrong with Frisk, right? Theyre the kindest person, in both your universe and mine.

As difficult as it is, we're all kinda 'chained' in our own way. Trapped. Its a part of life. But whats important is how we handle our prisons, or whatever. Like...decorating a prison to become a home. Idk if that makes sense? Lol I can't exactly think with everything going on, to be honest.

Take as much time as you need, honestly. But don't let personal chains hold you back forever, okay? Trauma sucks, but honestly, i've found that treating it like an asshole animal you're stuck with as a pet has helped. Does that make sense? Should I even be writing this letter right now? Frisk says no but idc youre getting this anyways

Has anyone told you that you're really cool? cuz you should know that. i think so at least. You have snazzy clothes too. You look very suishable. I kinda wanna squish you. maybe someday we could meet in person? idk if thats possible, but yknow.

Rock on, and fuck those buttercups lol

-Chara"

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*Frisk's note reads as following:*

"So cool to be hearing back from you!! :D its always nice to make a new friend!

Firstly, I wanna say! Chara can hate humanity, without hating you! Sure, you're human, but...cmon, do you REALLY think she isnt at least fond of you? I heard that she sang to you! Only someone that really cares sings to you! And she blushes a lot around you, too! Thats suspicious to say the list :p

And hey! You arent a weak nobody! You're a frikkin Frisk! The savior of Monsterkind! Sure, Data and Chara helped (which is very cool of them :D) but!! You're one of the ones who saved monsters! That DEFINITELY is more than a nobody!

Besides!! You dont have to have committed some giant act to be a 'somebody'!! Everyone's lives have a meaning, no matter what anyone else tells you. That includes yours.

My big sister Celest told me once 'your value is not what you can do, or how well you can do it. it is who you are. And as long as you are something, whether big or small, you are valuable. Even if that 'something' is just being an everyday person.'

And shes right!! You are valuable, and so am I...even if...its hard to understand or remember sometimes..but if we keep repeating that, someday, we'll believe it with our souls, right? so keep your head up!! or cry if you need it!! both are fine!!

You and I both have people we still want to save. I don't know what will come of either of our situations but...at least we will have each other to tell! ^v^

Sincerely, me! <3

(Ps: tell your Chara that my Chara is delirious, which is why their note might be weird =~=)"

*They read their letters. Confused and slightly flustered as they write their responses*

To Chara (Me): *multiple cross outs as if not sure how to respond to some of these* Thanks… I will need alot of time to think, but i appreciate the support…. And well. what i went through was way too much for me… So it will be hard for me to deal with it. Also thanks, good to know i am cool with my poncho (even though its color is different now) and uuhhh not sure on the squishy thing. i dont think i am… And uh. yeah would be nice to meet another Me thats not a murderer. -signed Other you

To new Friend me!: *couple scribbles aswell unable to respond* I genuinely think she more or less tolerates me the same way she tolerates an aquiantece…. i at least want her to see the outside and know that humanity isnt all bad. Maybe if i show her how peaceful it is then maybe ill have more confidence in being her-*big harsh scribbles* Forget that. As for the blush thing i think she is just shy around another human… maybe… And the singing uh…. no comment… haha… And well… its debatable of the save thing… I…. I also had help when i wanted to save the monsters. its hard to explain what i saw but it did involve Data again… I appreciate Your sisters words of wisdom… while i still dont feel confident i…. I want to at least make Chara see the good in humanity… despite its flaws…. maybe that can be enough for me to be happy…. even if in the end… she… doesnt…. you know…… And yeah. good luck on the people you wanna save, ill try my best myself. stay safe. -Frisk

*they put their notes in the bottle. and it teleports. Frisk looks down sad while Chara looks at them with a bit of worry.*

[chrisbangs]

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might withdraw from this semester at the present... my parents friend told my parents there's this government job and she offered it to me or my sister and i happened to be there at that time and both my parents were saying i should take it / it's a good opportunity and that like i'd regret not going for it bc it's such a good job and its remote so i'd be able to stay home and not have to go out and downtown and how that's good since my health has kinda gotten bad recently..

and i was like... talking to my mom abt the job and . the thing idk.. its so frustrating to me bc 😓 i've been begging to drop out and saying how it makes me so soup of slide all to be in this major and how unhappy i am and that i don't even feel happy anymore at all and i can't handle this anymore and she kept telling me i was being dramatic and that i could finish it and i should finish it and she kept saying like "are you just never going to finish anything you start" like lol ok... and so all this time she's been so... against me leaving school but then ..?? 😞 the moment this job came up and i said "i'd probably have to leave school for at least a year to properly establish myself and etc etc..." and she was so up for it bc of the job.. like she was like.... so fine with it and it's just so funny like .

my mental health means nothing to them and my happiness fr means absolutely nothing . like my state of being . they just don't give a shit unless it makes them look bad / good idk... like ??? i get why they want me to take the job sure i want it too but... idk it just feels so unfair that now she's fine with me withdrawing from the semester / year simply bc . idk . it's a job . oh you work now so it's fine . it's not even smth i'd be good at lol and idk if they'll even want me for this stupid ass job man idk .!!! idk !!!! idc 😭 it's so frustrating... i just want to be taken seriously for my mental health and no one will and im just called lazy when i say no i literally am too anxious or i have adhd and i just fucking can't handle this much shit like ???? idk .

im just so miserable all the time and im so fucking unhappy in life . and nothing never . changes that.??? im always sad . im always tired . im always fucking fed up with life and people and i just don't fucking care abt anything ????? 😭 like im so fucking tired of living like this what's the fucking point in being alive when nothing matters to me ??? 😕 i literally get up every day for no fucking reason... why should i bother??? no one fucking takes me seriously and i have to beg to have anyone hear what i have to say..??? not to mention people just continue to .! make me feel like . im just . such a terrible awful person idk! whatever omg ... everything sucks and i wish i were dead blah blah blah . committing soup of slide

[surpriserose]

Casu Marzu, Ermes, Doppio👀👀

Answered doppio so just the first two <3

Ouughhh casu marzu my oc my worstie <3<3<3

do I like them: I MEAN LIKE I KIND OF HAVE TO RIGHT??? I MADE HER HZHDHSJXJS

5 good qualities: she has no good qualities but

-> extremely strange and offputting like go girl give us nothing <3

-> picks an aesthetic and sticks with it <3

-> just the meanest sense of humor like <3

-> annoys the shit out of everyone and beats cioccolata up daily <3<3<3

-> starts drama just for fun <3

3 bad qualities: EVERYTHING!!

-> shes so mean i rly just made her so mean and ran with it

-> thinks boomer memes are really funny and deep </3

-> LIES ALL THE TIME WHICH IS RLY HARD TO WRITE FOR

Like her bad qualities and her good qualities are the same shes just sooooo awful no one can stand her except her worsties <3

favourite episode/etc: i wrote one thing for her and ive been meaning to write more hdhshhxjsjs i could probably dig up the scene i wrote with her and risotto if ppl wanted but thats the only that exists right now so yxvwhzjjzjdbs

otp: shes just fine on her own <3

brotp: for canon shes probably the closest with doppio because he like has to deal with her but also shes got besties in uppertwist and sand-worms ocs <3

ot3: none zhhdhzjzj

notp: cioccolata and her like she exists just to beat the shit out of him <3

best quote: idk but it was something mean and probably started a fight <3

head canon: its a headcanon until i get hexcodes but shes ourple <3

Hermes omg hermes my wife

do I like them: um 😳😳😳 yes

5 good qualities:

-> coolest stand of all time and shes really fucking smart with it like!!! Idk i just love it <3

-> shes really blunt and like swears a lot and idk its just really nice to see you know like dgwhvxjsbzsj women <3

-> shes so loyal to a fault like omg not only with jolyne and ff but with everyone<3

-> gonna keep this vague because i think its still spoilers for you but im sorry im so attached to her backstory even if its a bit generic LIKE IDK people who dont mention her backstory when the write about her like did you miss her entire motivation and like half of the reason she is the way she is?

-> shes really funny LIKE!!!! idk theres so many scenes where shes like cracking jokes and doing funny sometimes stupid shit idk i just love her <3

3 bad qualities:

-> god like she tries to take on so much on her own :(

-> gets injured so much </3

-> whatever you would call the panties scene with thunder McQueen....not being immune to written by a man syndrome i guess zywgdvuxhsjs

favourite episode/etc: AUGGHH its not animated yet but its the next thing >:) the kiss of love and revenge <3

otp: im self ship on main so <3 my self insert sweeney x hermes UwU

brotp: she is emporios cool older sister just like jolyne idc <3

ot3: jolyne x hermes x foo fighters LIKE the ship of all time <3 you cant separate them

notp: god i could go off but i have seen weather x hermes and jotaro x hermes.....like its so so so gross

best quote: AHHHHH i cant remember anything specific im sorry

head canon: augh so many im so attached to trans fem and butch hermes though im sorry i just 🥺🥺🥺 women <3<3<3

[genericdre]

YES awkwafina's bullshit SUCKS SOME MAJOR FUCKING ASS. however shang chi is kinda HUGE for the asian community ??? so many ppl pushed to get it to happen. like. as a little kid i genuinely thought i wasnt allowed to be a superhero bc i was asian. and now we're FINALLY getting a movie n my little sister is gonna b able to watch a movie with an asian super hero and ohhhhh. this is !!!! important !!!!!!

uhhhh im gonna get rambly anyways - i have not and will not watch pretty in pink bc its. ✨racist✨. enough that my parents warned me not to see it ! i have not and will not watch music bc it is. gross. and horrible. ableist and blackface like how did yall manage to get both.

however ! i do listen to queen latifah despite her anti-korean comments. because her music spreads a message abt sexism in the rap industry and while i am all :( thats still like ! important !!!!

AND it would b fine if i as a korean person DIDNT want to listen to her stuff. however it would b uncool for me to go an tell people that they're gross for listening to her music an that they shouldnt play it or whatever cause like. understandable. representation and equality. important.

anyways point is stop trying to get shang chi to tank. idc !!! if u dont want to watch it !!!!!!! stop actively discouraging others and calling them racist for watching it !!!!!!!!

the last time i said this i got "wtf is a poc movie" so like. to make it clearer or whatever. if the first poc centric movie that one of the most mainstream series has put out in years bombs horribly. that is not uh gonna help with anti racism thats actually just gonna ensure we dont get any rep .

I have nothing to add radish you literally said it perfectly

[imaginedxlan]

Alpha Pt. 3 (Grayson Dolan)

a/n: I think its actually been two years since I wrote the first two parts of alpha but idc I’m actually in college now i feel like I have actual insight on how Mr. Alpha of ATO would act around y/n. 

After their date, or forced casual hangout according to y/n, Grayson doesn’t necessarily keep his end of the deal. 

y/r/n = your roommate’s name

warning(s): sexual allusions, cussing, drinking

(part one/part two)

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When you return home from your, well you’re not actually sure what to call it, with Grayson, your roommate immediately sits up to see your face, looking for any indication of how your night went. She throws her chem textbook to the side and give you a look as to say well?

You close the door behind you before putting your face in your hands and taking a seat at your desk. You keep shaking your head, there is not a chance in hell you have feelings for this boy. The boy who preyed on a freshman at her very first college party. The boy who stalked you around all of your classes, got your phone number and somehow found out all about your life in the span of a week. You keep reminding yourself of the weird and uncomfortable things he’s done to distract you from the way he planned out an entire evening for the two of you, or that he actually helped you find your sister and her friends or how good he looked when the setting sun hit his tan skin in his topless Jeep only hours ago. Jesus, y/n, snap out of it. 

“Come on, spill!” Your roommate begs, she had to deal with your ranting about not wanting to go all afternoon, she deserves to at least know how it went. “What did you do? What was he like? How’d he dress? Oh my god did you hook up?”

“Ew, y/r/n, no!” You gasp at her last question. How could she expect you to hookup with someone you hate? “It was fine. We ate dinner in some park then he took me to that neon sign museum. Nothing fancy, he had a shirt on which was a first. He acted nice but I don’t buy it for a second.”

“Neither,” She replies, knowing the boy only from how you’ve described him. “He’s probably just trying to get in your pants so he can bug your sister about it.”

She’s right. You can’t fall into his trap, he has ulterior motive. They always do. You just have to go on and find some boy on your floor to kiss and get him out of your head for good. Every part of you wishes your sister hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend, he would’ve given Grayson a piece of his mind if he knew that he was bothering you. Unfortunately for you and her ex, y/s/n does not like to be tied down and she needed to “have her fun” for her last first semester. You and y/r/n talk for a little while longer, about classes and whatnot, but mostly end up talking about Grayson again. 

“We should go to bed.” You finally say, yawning and looking down at your phone screen that read 12:47 am. Your roommate huffs, obviously wanting to hear more about your night with the infamous Alpha Dog of ATO. “Recruitment starts tomorrow, we have to meet our groups at eight in the morning, remember?”

“I know, I know,” She replies, slipping out of her bed so she can gather her things to get ready for bed. You grab you toiletries bag as well and head toward the bathroom with her. “We’re talking about this tomorrow, don’t think I’ve let up.”

Recruitment happens over the span of four days, this weekend and next. It’s a dry rush period so no potential new members can be seen on frat property, giving you a good enough reason to avoid Grayson. Going into recruitment you’re already around ninety-two percent sure you’ll end up in Delta Gamma, just like your sister and your mom. The next few days of recruitment go well, you meet new friends from your rush group who help through the stressful process. Throughout the week you get sporadic texts from none other than Grayson Dolan wishing you luck with those days rounds, giving you unsolicited pointers of where to pref, and telling you that he saw you walking on greek row. You don’t respond to any, hoping he gives up on trying to woo you. So much for leaving you alone after one date. You pref Delta Gamma and Kappa Alpha Theta, but end up ranking DG first, not wanting to end your legacy but also because you felt you fit in most there. It was no surprise when you got a bid. Your sister is over the moon, shrieking over how her biological sister is now her deegster. You still have to get used to the lingo.

You come to find during bid day, which is Space Cowboy themed of course, that your new pledge class will be going out for bid-night with your bid day bigs. You don’t understand half of the things they’re saying to you, the language of sorority girls still lost on you. You’re added to a GroupMe with the new pledges of Alpha Tau Omega, just when you thought you could escape that fraternity as a whole, your bid night is with them. You almost immediately get a text from Grayson.

following in sissy’s steps? see you tonight miss delta gamma, anchor down ;)

What is it with him and these nicknames? You show your sister and she fake gags, saying she can’t believe he’s still texting you after all this time. She still has no idea about last weekend, you intend to keep it that way. When you get back to your dorm, you and your roommate talk all about bid day, she ended up going Kappa. Her bid night was with Phi Gamma Delta, or Fiji. If only you could have been so lucky. She can’t help but snort at the fact that you’re going to ATO tonight, she says it’s the universal pulling you and Dolan together. 

Your sister won’t being coming out with you tonight, having a lab tomorrow morning that she simply cannot miss. You’re partly grateful for it, now Grayson can’t let it slip to her that you two went out together. You end up getting ready in the room of a girl of your floor who you met today at bid day, wanting to base your outfit on someone else’s to blend in as much as possible. With the massive group of girls coming into his house, surely he won’t be able to find you. You meet up with your bid day big along with the girl on your floor’s and you all walk toward the ATO house together. You’re nervous, extremely nervous, but you don’t show it. As you near the house, you’re met with the mix of conflicting basses coming from any frat basement on the block. There are a few girls waiting outside the familiar house, and thats when you see it.

Grayson Dolan at the door, personally greeting every single one of your new sisters, his eyes scanning over every single one of the freshman walking into the door, earning him plenty of groans from the older girls. You don’t mean to say anything out loud, but you let an oh god slip. Your bid day big turns to you with a confused look.

“My sisters warned me about him,” You tell her, which is half of the truth. “Real scumbag I’ve heard.”

She just laughs, not even needing to agree with you for you to know she feels the same way about him. The closer you get to the front door, the more your stomach aches. If only you could be in your dorm watching Barbie Mermaidia with your roommate like last night. You try your best to hide within the group you came with, but it’s no use, he has his single file, one over strategy down to a science. 

“Hello you.” He greets you with a shit-eating grin. You hope the girls with you don’t catch him singling you out. “I’ll see you inside.”

“Fuck off Dolan,” Your bid day big calls over to him. “She’s not one of your play things.”

She pulls you inside before Grayson can say anything else. Luckily he doesn’t follow the two of you either. She gets you a drink and you socialize with the girls and some of the guys. You’re more focused on making girl friends tonight, as much as you’ve loathed your time at ATO, finding a group of girls to wander around greek row on a Saturday night is and essential part to your freshman year plan. You don’t even realize how drunk you’re getting, you follow your sister’s order to never take a cup from a brother, only ever allowing something you or one of your sisters have mixed to travel down your throat. You recall the words of your sisters earlier in the night, ‘bid night means black out ladies.’ You certainly don’t want to black out, but getting a little tipsy won’t hurt anyone. Toward the middle of the night you’re all dancing, body to body in their packed and sweaty basement. You have to admit, you’re actually kind of having fun. When you feel a pair of hands dig into your hips you don’t even flinch, simply moving your hips along to whatever shitty remix is coming from the massive speakers. You swing yourself around to face the boy and wrap your arms around his neck while his stay on your hips. You don’t recognize him, but from what you can see under the dim colored lights he’s cute. Mostly everyone in ATO is. He gives you a grin, letting one of his hands travel closer toward your ass, you don’t mind it, at least it’s not Grayson.

Grayson. Where is that boy? He said he’d meet you inside and it’s been at least an hour and a half. You don’t know why your mind is suddenly wandering off to Grayson. How he must look right now, definitely shirtless with some stupid phrase painted across his chest. How the sweat from the sheer amount of bodies in the house is probably making his tan skin glisten under the LED lights. How his hands are probably wrapped around a red solo cup so perfectly. You don’t even realize you’re biting your lip until your lips are connected with the boy you’re dancing with. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, suddenly feeling all hot and bothered after picturing Grayson, wherever he is in this house. Snap out of it. Finding Grayson even remotely attractive would go against everything you stand for, your sister would probably smack your head to make sure there is still a brain in there. 

You keep drinking, everything practically going down like water at this point. Your speech is slurring and the room spins around you. You leave the boy you’re dancing with for another drink, finding the stairs to the main floor and gripping onto the handle for dear life. You stumble towards where some boy is pouring a mystery liquid into a cup and stop in front of it. Your new drink is swiftly taken from you and placed back on the table and you’re pulled from the crowd of people.

“How much have you had to drink.” It’s Grayson. He looks so good, you think. He’s shouting over the music for you to answer him. “I’m serious y/n, I need a number.”

You try and do the mental math but the only clear thought in your brain at the moment is how good he looks with his shirt off. You start to count on your fingers but lose track at five so you just shrug. He rolls his eyes, knowing that if anything were to happen to you your sister would beat his ass like it was somehow his fault.

“Why do you care, dad.” You mock him as he tries to think about what he should do with you. “I have to drink this much, I’m in a sos-sorotity you know?”

He can’t help but laugh at the way you’re butchering the words coming out of your mouth, the slurring evident on your tongue. “Okay, miss sorotity, follow me.” He grasps your hand, interlocking your fingers and begins to pull you up another flight of stairs that you’ve never been up. This house is massive. He pulls you into a room and locks the door behind him. Even with the room spinning you can make out a few features. A bed with a white comforter that lies low to the ground, a big frame holding what looks like a yearbook page of girls, and a lava lamp. 

“Is this your room?” You ask, leaning up against the wall for some stability. He just nods, fiddling with something in his drawers. “I’m not having, s-sex with you Grayson. You can’t make me.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you, sweetheart.” He mumbles back, pulling an article of clothing out of the open drawer. Once you process what he says all you can think is ouch. He’s fucked practically every girl on at this school, are you so repulsive you’re excluded from the campus wide Grayson Dolan body count? “Oh don’t be sad, I meant I’m not having sex with you tonight, y/n. Contrary to your hilarious nickname you came up with for me the first night we met, I don’t fuck drunk girls.”

You realize you may have said ouch out loud, have you been doing that all night? He’s only telling you this because he’s almost one hundred percent certain you’ll remember none of this in the morning. Between the jungle juice and natty seltzers, the only thoughts in your brain tomorrow will be getting to a toilet bowl immediately. He pulls out a shirt and a pair of boxers and tosses them your way. You don’t catch them, just start stripping your shirt off.

“Jesus, y/n, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were giving me a little strip tease.” He jokes with you, turning his head away from you, letting you keep at least part of your dignity. “Tell me when you’re done.”

“I can’t put them on, Grayson.” You whine, your drunken brain unable to comprehend how to put on a t shirt. You pick it up off the ground and hold it out for him to grab. “Help me.”

He huffs out and takes the shirt from your hands, he should at least be getting paid for babysitting you like he is. He pulls his shirt over your head and forces your arms through their respective holes. As he’s about to walk away from you again, you put and point at your shoes and jeans. He rolls his eyes and pulls both your shoes and socks of both feet before carefully undoing your zipper and shimmying the fabric off your sweaty legs, then pulling the pair of boxers over your hips. He’s usually taking underwear off girls, not putting a second pair on. His breathe hitches at the oddly intimate moment he’s sharing with you, you won’t remember any of it but he doesn’t usually do this. You suddenly feel very tired, almost collapsing on top of Grayson before he steadies your hips. He pulls back his comforter for you to slide under. You sink into his mattress and smile at your need for a bed being fulfilled. The lights shut off and you hear him unlock and open the door.

“Wait!” You call after him, making him stop in his tracks. “Can you stay?”

“You’re one needy chick when you’re drunk, huh?” He asks, walking back into the room and locking the door behind him again. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, you know that?”

You just give him a cheesy smile, not sure if he can even see you in the dark room, but you don’t care. You hear his shoes hit the ground and the bed dips next to you. You can still hear the music coming from the basement, it’s muffled but you can still make out every word. You roll over to face Grayson and he’s already looking at you.

“What’re you looking at?”

“You.”

A goofy grin graces your lips when he says it. If you were sober you’d probably protest, whack his arm or something, but now you don’t care. You let your index finger drag along his bicep, up over his shoulder and neck, around his face and then boop his nose. You can feel his face shift when he smiles. 

“You have a pretty smile,” The words leave your lips before you can even think if it’s an okay thing to say. He lets out a short laugh, finding your drunk self’s inability to filter your thoughts amusing. “You’re handsome, Grayson.”

“You’re drunk, y/n.” He teases you. “You need to stop talking before you say something you regret.”

You whine, faking a pout on your lips. “I think it when I’m not drunk too.”

He can’t contain his smile, pushing a piece of hair that has fallen into your face. “We’ll talk in the morning. Goodnight, y/n.”

You wake up with a pounding headache and no recollection of last night past kissing some boy in the basement of ATO. You rub your eyes, shielding them from the light coming in the large window. Large window? This isn’t your dorm, you’re not in your bed and that is certainly not your roommate passed out next to you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You whisper repeatedly as you try your best to slip out of the bed you’re currently in. Your shirt and jeans and shoes are strewn across the floor and your in someone else’s shirt and pants. Underwear is still on, two pairs now which is comforting. In your attempt to sneak out of whoever’s room this is you ram your knee into the dresser beside the door. “Goddamnit!”

Before you can continue gathering your things, the figure that you were just sleeping next to takes in a deep breath and let’s out a loud groan, stretching out his arms. “Y/n?”

You know that voice from anywhere, you’re so fucked. “Grayson?”

He sits up and runs his hands through his hair. The contrast of his tan skins against the white comforter is breathtaking. His hair is going in all different directions but he still looks good, how does he always looks good? His silver chain hangs loose around his neck and falls just belong his collar bone. You genuinely believe, at least physically, he is without flaws.

“Surprised?”

“Obviously I am!” You shout back, hurting your own head in the process. “Oh god, oh fuck, did we?”

“God, no, y/n.” He stops your spiralling. You let out a breath of relief that you didn’t even know you were holding. “You think I would have sex with you if I had any doubt that you would remember it in the morning? No, you were hammered and about to keep drinking and I saw where the situation was going so I room you out of it. End of story.”

“So I changed myself?”

“You were meant to, but you started whining like a three year old that you didn’t know how to put a shirt one.” He replies. You’re not really sure how to feel about it, but it’s better than the alternative. “I put your clothes on and put you to bed.”

You let out a sigh, plopping yourself back onto the bed now that you know who it belongs to. You wish you could remember last night, knowing you probably did and said some things in your drunken state that you’re sure you’ll regret if you ever hear of them. Grayson just looks at you, wondering what’s going on in your mind and thinking about what you said to him last night. How you complimented his smile and called him handsome. He couldn’t get it out of his mind. When you turn your body to face him, he scans your features. Hair a mess from both the dingy basement and the hours of sleep you just got, your mascara has collected under your eyes but you still look pretty.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You pull him from his thoughts of you, he didn’t even realize he was staring. He shakes his head and puts on his signature smirk to prevent you from thinking anything other than that he’s an asshole who’s mind is on girls 24/7. He has a reputation to keep and all.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to kiss me or something.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“Oh fuck off, Dolan.” You scoff at him before he makes the decision to bring himself just inches from your face. So close that you can feel the warmth from his body. Your first instinct is to touch him somewhere, anywhere, but you don’t act on it. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting a better look,” He replies making your eyes roll. Anytime you think you’re letting yourself fall for him he says something gross. “Do you want me to be doing something?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, y/n.”

It’s silent. There’s nothing to say. Your chest is moving up and down at a rapid pace, you’re not sure why you can’t seem to catch your breath but you can’t. His eyes flicker between your and and your lips. Before you can stop yourself you reach your hand to sit on his cheek and inch your body closer to his. The closer you get the more you can feel his hot breathe on your lips and without a second thought you bring your lips to meet his. Your brain is fuzzy and your body feels like it’s on fire but it feels right.

It doesn’t take long for Grayson to kiss you back, he’s actually shocked you gave in given the way you ignored him for weeks. He rolls over so that he can steady himself with him one arm beside you and the other gripping your waist. You can still barely breathe and he notices. He pulls away from you and give you the biggest shit eating grin. “Can believe you gave in.”

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

[tellywoodtrash]

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here's what you "missed" (lbr tho, not watching tellywood is not called MISSING, it's called "FREEDOM") last week on this shitshow:

kabir pehla mauka dekh ke vatttt liya. #livefree my love.

kiara died the most inglorious death - forcefed a peanut butter milkshake.

riddhima as per usual, the moment someone drops dead in their vicinity, turned to vansh and was like:

ghar mein saaaaare 90s bachche start playing CID-CID. kaabil detectives watching this bs like......

besttttt part is that none of these dumbasses are ANYYYYYYYYYY closer to opening the damn black box than they were 2 weeks ago.

meanwhile someone keeps threatening riddhima ki they're gonna tell vansh the whole 6 hours secret. ho hum. sansaaaar ko khatam ho jaana hai lekin yeh manhoos raaz nahi khulna.

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlaskjd anu mom and her new-found spirituality and daily meditation is actually sending me.

mummyji being super helpful and telling riddhima ki dadi has the torch now. love how the whollllllle family is just playing passing the parcel with this thing, getting their grubby fingerprints all over it, as if it's NOT A VALUABLE PIECE OF EVIDENCE IN A MURDER.

dadi meanwhile is burning a hole in her phone screen staring at kiara's tattoo. bachchon se leke buddhon tak sabne isko ghoora hai, lekin majaal hai, inmein se ek ko bhi kuch samajh aaya ho. why can't y'all just accept that maybe it means nothing, it's just one of those dumb foreign language tattoos, that probably say "ek plate gobi manchurian" or some shit.

riddhima's here asking for the torch and dadi is just like BHAKKKKK NIKAL YAHAAN SE while having flashbacks to brandishing the mashaal like some crazyass charlotesville nazi.

another flower delivery for riddhima that vansh is receiving at the door, and sis loses it. runs like PT USHA and grabs the flowers and note outta his hand thinking it's another threat and tears it up.

vansh here like:

but also she cut her hand so ofc he's using mauka to suck on her finger. MAN IN THESE CORONA TIMES, Y'ALL REALLY KILLING ME WITH THIS GANDAAAAAA NON HYGENIC BEHAVIOURRRR.

lmao the bouquet was from vansh, as an apology (for what? no like, we've lost count of all the shit you do on an hourly basis, so which exact thing are you saying sorry for right now????)

also what adbhut new way of being pregnant is this that the immj2 ladies have cracked, ki inka itnaaaaaa se bhi pait nahi nikalta????

anyway, some blah blah cutesy romance bakchodi that no one has time for. i liked it better when y'all were constantly horny.

angre as usual here with some manhoos khabar that has vansh frowning and storming away.

police aayi hai. excuse you, we don't recognize any cops here but our one and only KABIR. HAIN KAHAN HUMAARA LADKA??? MISSING HO RAHI HAI YAAR?!?!!!? KYUN LAGA RAKHA HAI FALTU KA YEH SHOW WITHOUT THE BEST CHARACTER THAT EXISTS IN IT?

anyway police is like we heard there was a murder here, and vansh is like huh whaaa here no??? no dead ppl here, no sir. you may leave. police waale bhaiyya is like bhak chutiye, aise thodi hota hai, warrant laaye hain, hatt saamne se.

angre taking out a rolled up carpet, a trick outta the vihaan book. but it's too small to have anything rolled up in it, so.......

doesn't stop the police from making a big deal of searching it though, while vansh side mein se taane maarta hai. waise bhai kaaafi good mood mein hai aaj kal. looks like someone's been taking their meds these days.

riddhima just randomly falling down behind them. like..... ???????

this police is literally too dumb to function. THEY CAME WITH A WARRANT TO SEARCH THE WHOLE HOUSE, JUST LOOKED INSIDE THIS ONE ROLLED CARPET (THAT TOO AFTER GETTING DISTRACTED BY RIDDHIMA'S RANDOM GIRRNA) AND WERE LIKE OK DONE THERE'S NOTHING HERE BYE. LMAO WHAT THE HELL, MY CAT PLAYS HIDE AND SEEK WITH MORE FOCUS AND PURPOSE THAN THIS.

husband wife and anu mom giggling over how riansh ke do takke ka pyaar is enough to chutiya banaofy everyone. kya hi bakwaaas.

the slightest of movement and vansh is dizzy. lol is he severely anemic like me???? join the club, bitch. we have iron supplements.

oh boy, cut to a while later and bro don't look too good. he's still smiling at riddhima's banter and all, but.......... idk man, he looks like he's having a daura of some sort.

riddhima's amazing medical knowledge (or just plain common sense???) finally kicks in and she's like, u ok dude? imma call a doc. and he's like nooooooo i'm fiiiiiiiiiiiine. ok whatever. maro apne iss stupid secret container room office mein. bewakoof.

ISKE BEECH MEIN BHI ROMANCE. BHAAD MEIN JAO YAAR TUM LOG.

asldkjaslkdjlaskdjlaskdj angre ne laash ko vyom ke ghar rakh diya. as if there aren't enough creepy things lying around in there in the first place.

ok vansh seems to be getting real breathless and sickly.

meanwhile idhar angre is doing some kinda depraved play with kiara's laash and........... man everyone in this show is a fucking psychopath.

also it's now been like 3, 4 days since the chick died and ..................... body's not smelling ripe yet?

vansh coughing his way through opening that stupid orange coloured black box and.......... abbe chutiye, zinda rahoge toh khol paoge?????????

anyway the tattoo code whatever only has 5 digits and he needs 6 and meanwhile anu mom has come yelling about how siya's gone missing. great. ek pallllllll ka chain nahi is pagal-khaane mein.

find some letter in her room. vansh's coughing is getting worse and worse. bro, time to get a covid test.

at least siya was helpful enough to tell everyone she's going to saste!bhaiyya.

asli bhaiyya is understandably very very upset. and thus coughing and huffing puffing even more. SOMEONE TAKE THIS DUDE TO A DOCTOR THIS IS GETTING DISTRESSING TO WATCH OML.

anu mom toh is full-on ignoring vansh actively dying in front of her rn and is like OH GOD SIYA KAHIN KOI "NAADAAANI" MEIN ZINDAGI KHARAAB NAA KAR BAITHE (meaning: OMG VIRGINITY KHATRE MEIN HAIIIIII!!!!!!!!)

riddhima is like dude you're not fucking ok and he's still like I'M FINE I'M JUST WORRIED FOR SIYA. idk man i'd be more worried about your obviously failing phepdein and dil than your sister's hymen, but that's just me i guess.

riddhima is calling vyom and threatening him, and nothing gets vyom hornier than being threatened, so ofc, bhai mood mein hai.

vyom, unlike all other tellywood baddies (and even goodies), is a big believer in consent. good on him. 10 points to him over every other chutiya man in this show.

he's informing her about how vansh thikaane lagaofied the laash at his place. oufffffff, y'all need to respect poor dead kiara instead of just shuffling her body back and forth like this. uski aatma tum logon ke upar mandaraaayegi, dekhna.

riddhima's like idc about all this i just want siya to be safe and he's like too late babe. sardi, khaasi, na malaria hua; humko love love love loveriaaaaa huaaaa.

vyom's like siya aayi apni marzi se hai, par jaayegi meri marzi se. guess he don't believe in consent so much anymore. (revokes the 10 points i gave hm earlier. also taking away 50 points for this uglyass suit. bhai tu shirt utar, wohi behtar hai.)

vansh has now progressed to coughing like the people from the pre-movie anti-tobacco ads now.

hides the orange black box in yet another secret room hidden behind some panel, where all the raisinghania wealth is hoarded like pirate's booty in all these crates. y'all crazy, its 2021, put that shit in offshore bank accounts you dumbasses.

anyway he tells angre all this shit kaafi detail mein, and lord idk how angre ke neeyat doesn't phisalofy to just off this fucker and take over the whole thing himself. zero ambition this boy has. ishani hoti isske jagah, toh pakka karti. precap: riddhima trying to console vansh about siya; vyom being a creepy ass monologuing loser as per usual; vansh pays a visit to vyom exuding hella lotta sexy energy.