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I feel like not much fanfics surround what a day in a life of Dad! Ratio and Wife! Reader. I'm imagining Dad! Ratio being a bit strict dad to their kids (in terms of academics) but the rest, oh boy his priority is them to be always happy and safe 🥺
I bet the whole family would visit different planets in the weekends and they'll explore their culture and most likely have a food trip lol.
I'm also imagining if Wife! Reader is on a business trip, Dad! Ratio would be trying to calm the kids down but fails because of their hyperactive energy (he wonders where did they picked up that trait 👀)
When Wife! Reader comes back to their home, She looks at dimly lit lights of their living room and sees a bunch of drawing on the walls. But what got her attention was:
Their kids all sleeping and cuddled up to their dad while covered in a blanket, while Dad! Ratio's sleeping face was covered in drawings and stickers of rainbows and robots.
- 🩰 anon~
Hi!!!
I genuinely feel like Ratio would be such a good dad. A lot of people misjudge him as selfish and deliberately rude which he is not!!! He's blunt and perhaps a bit insensitive sometimes but not out of any malicious intentions. He truly just wants to give knowledge to the world and to make it affordable to anyone, to let people learn on their own mistakes.
I feel like he would be this kind of dad that doesn't dote on the kids too much, allowing them to make mistakes and come to their own conclusions. But he would always correct them if needed and always encourage their curiosity. Would probably read them philosophy book before the bed.
My mom loved to throw little debates for me and her with rules and turns and all that so I can easily imagine Ratio doing this as a fun family activity 😭😭😭
He would always show his research to his partner to discuss it with you and ask for your opinion. Even if you're far from academic studies, he's still curious since he trusts you and your way of thinking. It would either be n opportunity to get an honest outsider perspective for him or a cute debate between two scholars.
Would leave small reminder notes around the house to remind his partner and the kids to take care of themselves and (for the kids) to take their homework seriously. Would decorate the notes with a cute owl too 😭
#hsr#reader insert#I need a tag for small drabbles from the innbix damn#dr ratio x reader#dr ratio#ask
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Aspec ✨Icons✨ part 1: Captain Rex (Clone Wars)
(overthought disclaimers: X O)
Listen
Captain Rex is an Aroace KING! (pun intended, he deserves it)
I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who's gotten this vibe, but I wanna talk about why because I think it's actually really cool
For me this comes mainly from Clone Wars S2E10 'The Deserter' in which Cut is all “I know you’re jealous of my family” and Rex is like “Well maybe the 501st IS my family! And screw your amatonormative standards, maybe my life as a soldier IS meaningful to me!”
Cut: I’ve seen how you look at my family, our home. Come on Rex, admit it! You’ve thought about what your life could look like if you were to also leave the army. Choose the life you want. Rex: What if I am choosing the life I want? What if I’m staying in the army because it’s meaningful to me? Cut: And how is it meaningful? Rex: Because I’m part of the most pivotal moment in the history of the Republic. If we fail then our children, and their children could be forced to live under an evil I can’t well imagine. Cut: If you were to have children. Of course, but that would be against the rules wouldn't it? Isn’t that what someone programmed you to believe, Captain? Rex: No Cut, it’s simply what I believe. Doesn’t matter if it’s my children or other people’s children.
(I think this bit is especially cool because it specifically shows that Rex's morals and heroism are not dependent on having kids of his own, he is still altruistic and recognizes the importance of protecting the future (he's def got Hunter beat there, not like it's hard tho lol))
Rex: I’ve been in countless battles, and lost many brothers. They were my family. My home.
(okay just break my heart why don't ya)
Cut: You’re welcome to stay, Rex. Rex: This is your home, Cut. My family is elsewhere.
And then he also seems to be the only clone who skipped the Mandalorian dad instincts gene. Like just look at his reaction to kids (it's hilarious) :
(bc the clone dad instincts totally apply to droids too and he was not having it!)
And of course, there's how painfully awkward he is when he’s in the remote proximity of romantic shenanigans:
Poor guy lol. It's always hard being the only "sober one at the party"
Read: "You can call your secret wife later, sir, my brother is in danger"
(Also he literally matches the flag! Case closed)
A common misconception we aspecs face is that we are inherently selfish or unfeeling, especially those aroaces who choose not to have traditional families and whatnot. But the ability to feel romantic/sexual attraction, or the desire to act on it has nothing to do with any of that. We still have connections, I might even argue that we value our familial and platonic connections more than others (edit: for those who aren't also aplatonic or afamilial that is, of course). And I just think that's reflected so wonderfully in Rex. He's such a good person, he fights for what he believes in. The love and care is so evident, he is the number one best big brother, and there is so much focus on his friendship with Ahsoka.
Ahsoka: The Republic couldn’t have asked for better soldiers, nor I a better friend.
Just the fact that they have such a close bond and it is given so much attention (esp in the finale), without any sort of romance involved is really sweet and honestly amazing
And we see in Rebels that that is a lifelong connection
Ahsoka: Thank you, for trusting my friend
Wow wow wow look at all the love, emotional depth, and compelling storytelling (other heartbreaking scenes not pictured bc ahhh) we can achieve with non-romantic relationships hmm...
(sticker should be up soon :)
#Ahsoka matches the flag too they're color coded lol#also something something about how he customized his helmet to meld together phase 1 and 2#and somehow that can be like combining aro and ace lol#lol i spent waaay too long on this#but i needed the gifs!#can't resist throwing some shade at hunter lol#no hate to Cut btw there is sketch business involved with you know the clones actual right to choose#and he was on defense since he assumed Rex would think less of his calling of protecting his family#clone wars#tcw#sw rebels#tbb#captain rex#ahsoka tano#aspec headcanons#aroace characters#aspec#aroace#asexual#aromantic#ace week 2024#gifset#anakin skywalker#tbb omega#clone trooper jesse#arc trooper fives#clone trooper tup#commander cody#arc trooper echo
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Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals - Mele Kalikimaka
Time for the final posts of my 12 Days Of Christmas In July series!
Mele Kalikimaka was released on the 6th of December, 2020, and so far it is the only cover on Geoff's channel that features vocals from someone other than himself, as this features a singing trio known as The American Sirens! I'll talk about them a little more in a bit, but really I'm just keen to start this post, so let's go!
Cute ornament!
Oh and btw this was filmed at "Orange studios", which VoicePlay have used at least a couple times before for video shoots, including for Hoist The Colours!
Given that this was all filmed in an actual studio, how much of this was an actual office, and how much was put together just for the video? I really don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised if there was at least a decent amount of set design courtesy of Geoff and Kathy for this one, so 10/10 for it!
(Don't say it don't say it don't say it-)
Also look at the top left section of Geoff's laptop! It's got a VoicePlay sticker on it! <3 (and yes you can actually buy one yourself!)
So cute! (I'm talking about the Christmas tree of course, what else? 😜😂 )
(Okay but seriously the tree is adorable and I want one just like it!)
Pretty smooth transition!
(Also as if one necklace wasn't enough, now he has another! (I'm kidding - never too many accessories! 😝))
A lot of people in the comments absolutely were loving Geoff's facial expressions in this one, and so of course I gotta highlight them myself! As one commenter simply put it, this is "that look you give when your startled by people singing along with you that didn't know they were there" 😆
Oh Geoff, how I love you 😂
Also, to quote another commenter, "love that his first impulse upon hallucinating is to sing countermelody" XD
Alright, time to meet The American Sirens!
The blonde lady sitting down is Lindsay Flick Cardona, the brunette lady behind her is Alejanda Martinez, and the lady at the back (on the far right) is Rachel Copeland-Evans. I don't really know who Lindsay is (I'm guessing no relation to EJ and Omar? (EDIT: Oh nvm she's EJ's wife apparently!)), but Alejandra and Rachel have both starred in videos for PattyCake Productions! (Also Rachel Copeland had a brief cameo in VoicePlay's Little Mermaid Medley video as the "this one longing to be thinner" individual during the Poor Unfortunate Souls bit).
I've done fanart of this screenshot!
Also another comment I gotta include: "I love Geoff absolutely nailing the face of 'I didn’t realise this was a fantasy i had but i’m not complaining that it’s happened'"
Shoutout to Alejandra who did the choreography for herself, Rachel, and Lindsay for this video, and shoutout to the fact that it looks like it's at least inspired by proper Hawaiian dancing, and it's not just stereotypical hula or whatever! And their outfits are really pretty as well! (I have a teeny bit of experience with Polynesian dancing, which has similarities, from when I was like 11 years old)
Last year I attempted to learn the choreography from this video, and come this December I'm probably gonna try to learn it again! (Any excuse to rewatch it, lol)
"A very merry Christmas tooo-"
"-youuuuuuuu..."
The fancy lights, microphones, and decorations are gone, and so are the ladies, but his green necklace remains!
And the tree has some new ornaments! Was it all just a dream?...
Not a super long post, since it's not a long video, but honestly it's a sentimental favourite of mine, especially since I knew this one since not long after it was released, and it's just a simple, feel-good cover, with a lovely video to boot! (Oh and the fact that it's very applicable to Australian Christmases also helps, lol). Three more videos to go!
#geoff castellucci#voiceplay adjacent visuals#voiceplay adjacent visuals christmas#voiceplay-adjacent visuals#mele kalikimaka#acaplaya analysis
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Romancing SaGa 2 ...so good...
Arghhhhh, I wish I had more coherent sentence to put here but the remake is SO DANG GOOD I'm foaming and I will stare at the clock all day now till I get home and resume playing. T^T;;; I may have spent the weekend playing instead of finalizing the last fanfyria batch ;u; please excuse me, I was extremely hungry for this game! I also touched extremely good drawing paper cause I got 2 handmade sketchbooks from @yoiku but I feel like I need a whole separate post about them cause I have a lot of things to say and by say I mean gush like a fan girl about them! I may have gone art demon for a day and already filled a bunch of pages. +u+;;;
Anyhowsies, RS2R!! \o/
If you haven't heard of the franchise, want a solid JRPG, please do grab it if you can! It's absolutely stellar entry and very beginner friendly! but you can always tune the difficulty up if you want a taste of what we had to deal with when playing the OG... xD;;
I feel like I'm advancing too fast but that's probably because I mostly know my way around :D;; Behold me rambles! Only minor spoilers but still spoilers!
Once again I hit generation shift right after clearing the Canal Quest ... I don't know if that's mandatory generation shift but it's funny it happened twice. Given Cat's last line in the OG game, and Gerard's scene with her in the RS Stage Play, I'm gonna slap "Ship!" sticker on these two!
Get yourself a wife who helps you in convoluted dungeons and points where the treasure is!
My second generation is led by... John! Yeah I know, default male guy name xD; which is funny cause my friends on discord had a "We're all John" phase and this was extremely hilarious.
I don't know why but Beaver and Crow absolutely wreck everything and I'm confused why they feel so strong. Beavs is martial arts and Crow is s.sword user and both are like - whoop dee doop, everyone is destroyed in one swift loop! I finished Cumberland quest ...where John had the resting bitch face the whole time ...lol John please... Thomas is an absolute bean! He doesn't deserve glares!!
I was really temped to pick these answers just because of the permanent dismissive face he has xD;;
Next is Tefal mine! I expect to find more 7 Heroes memories there cause I feel like I skipped 2 by going directly to the succession quest :D;;
Oh, how my heart ached when I saw Orieve's memory... T^T;;; She loves Noel in this version too... I can't wait to see more....
But now ...gotta actually start work instead of blogging on tumblr fufufu ~ Thank you for stopping by!
#Good Morning!#it's me... rambling about Romancing SaGa 2#it's so good arghhshhhh#I desire to be home and play T^T
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💍Engagement Night💖
I have been waiting to post this artwork for a very long time cause I wanted it to be perfect and love the story behind our proposal.
We got to the marriage subject cause one of the guys made a joke about it. When it was just the two of us, I honestly told Yus it wasnt really something I dreamed off to do. I kinda made it clear marriage wasnt for me but didnt want to tell him my reasons. Yusei figured eventually by clicking one and one when I dont bring up my parents much. I told him the truth about why I dont like weddings. My parents had an unhappy marriage and even worst divorce. Heck I dont even know why they agreed to get married in the first place but it made me dislike the whole wedding concept.
Yusei said he never could imagine even a happy stable relationship without worrying if the other wouldnt leave him first (dead, betrayed, leaving the city forever). And marriage, the same page, didnt saw himself as marriage material too. People of Sattelite werent even allowed to marry so who wanted scum like him to love a life time.
Our relationship grow and the years passed by. It became stronger and we never felt so comfortable and save than to be with each other. After two years there was a moment in our lifes that changed us both and Yusei came suddenly with an own made ring with blue stone stickers on it and presented as a promise ring, we called a partnership. And I made one too from scraps and crafts so he knew I feel the same way about it. So we started to wear promise rings and after four years, we got our own house together.
I try not to drop spoilers but lets say Yusei felt alone and yet he got reminded someone always came home to him at the end of the day. Living together did him so well and the idea of having an own house with a backyard and garage and just a new chapter in his life thats about to start. He never could dream there was someone willing to spend the rest of their life with him and he cherish every day this someone goes to sleep and wakes byside him.
He wanted to place the bolt ring for the real thing and it was quite the time since he knew while I love the ring, it wasnt a real ring and deserved a real one. The real deal.
I was really worried about the house since I am not from Neo Domino City and what if we didnt work out at the end and I had to go back to my own country.
Yusei assured me its never gonna happen and we are not like my folks. As long as we talk to each other and give the space we need from time to time, everything will be alright.
After we got the keys, Yusei said out of the blue What if you will be named Fudo too. It shocked me how sure he said that, his face expression didnt change. He was really serious about it, like he was preparing me mentally and pulsed if he should go through with his plan.
I was really quiet about it as after a while, I only smiled at him and told him I loved him and that will never change. Then I gave a very long kiss on his cheek.
He didnt need to know more then this was a hint that I was ready. It was like he already asked the question but without the actual words. And my sensitive emotional ass (typical cancer lol) got me in tears as I assured him it was just a very sweet thing what he did.
The first night we would spend at our home was the same night he proposed. Yusei wanted to come to our home as family, as future husband and wife.
He took me for dinner and boy we didnt eat much. I may even was tired from work to notice he was nervous and couldnt think why he wanted to go out after we could have dinner at our own place for the first time.
He proposed at the Neo Domino City Point View close to his former place. It has the best view to see the whole sky and all the stars in it. Also it was the same place we catched a shooting star together and even started to feel a spark between us.
There were fairy lights around the rails and just watched the starry sky. Bringing up memories and getting deeper how much we have been through together. The deeper we got, the closer we holded each other. Suddenly there was a long silence and how I never could think I would be here and spending the rest of my life living here with him.
He whispered to me that I was his home, his future and couldnt imagine he would spend the rest of his life with someone else than me. He let me go but holded my hand as he went on one knee. After some sweet lines, he asked me. The way he asked was more like a promise than a proposal. Without knowing the real intentions, I said yes. As he wanted to put the ring on the finger, he realized he forgot to put out the box out of his jacket.
We laughed at this moment. He called out I even said yes without a ring. For me to reply confused “Saying yes without a ring?”
As he then showed the box and showed the ring inside. Saying he is asking the real deal, it is a real proposal. Causing me to been overwhelmed and crying.
He asked me again, but this time he did it in Dutch. It was so fluent, it got me so off guard. For me to answer Yes! In dutch, Japanese and English. A thousand times.
#✨blazing arts#selfship art#self ship art#self ship#selfshipping#✨spaceshipping#self ship community#💍july 2nd 2023#💍leather wedding
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024 of 2023
Do you share a name with any celebrities?
I’ve never encountered any famous man who shares the name with me, but maybe I’m missing something.
What’s your birth stone?
I couldn’t care less.
Do you read your horoscopes every day?
No, astrology means nothing to me.
What’s your favorite drink?
Vanilla coke.
What color is associated with your Zodiac sign?
I can’t be bothered, I don’t give a crap about such things.
Have you ever been hit on by someone way too old for you?
Yeah, happened once.
Have you ever worked in fast food?
Never.
Have you ever flirted with a friend’s mom?
Lol no? I’m not into women anyway.
Do you ignore people often?
Not on purpose.
Do you drink a lot of water?
No, I hate the taste of water. I can’t force myself to drink it.
Do you like fireworks?
Neither like nor dislike.
Is respect given or earned with you?
I respect everyone, unless they give me a solid reason not to.
What’s your favorite snack food?
Veggies.
Do you text a lot?
Only my dad.
What’s your favorite color to wear?
Black, definitely.
Do you like wind chimes?
Nah, I find their sound annoying.
Are you any good with Photoshop?
I am, but I prefer to use GIMP.
How many megapixels does your camera have?
48 in my phone plus wide-angle lens, and 21 in my old camera.
Do you use the right shift button or the left more?
Well, I have a disabled hand, so.
Do you like remixes?
If they’re well-made, then sure.
Do you put stickers on your electronics?
Yeah, mostly on my laptop.
Are you homophobic?
Well, I’m into guys. Being homophobic in my case would indicate a great internal conflict. In other words, no I’m not, because I’m gay as well.
What’s the last gift you received?
I don’t remember.
Have you ever forgotten someone’s birthday?
I’d do it all the time if I didn’t have reminders.
Do you wear your hair up or down usually?
My hair is short, so how many options do I have?
Do you hate anyone for no reason?
No, I don’t hate people. Such a waste of energy.
Are you ‘in the closet’ about anything?
I don’t discuss my orientation with people, so kind of this.
Do you lie to make yourself feel better?
No, it’s stupid.
Are you a social butterfly or a wall flower?
A mix of both. Everything with the right people.
Do you wear a lot of make up?
I’m a man.
Are you missing any teeth?
Yeah, one from my teens already, when I was attending basketball trainings and I accidentally got hit in the face with the ball. I couldn’t find that tooth anymore, but it’s a shame that I haven’t fixed it. Oh well, it’s horribly expensive here.
Have you ever been to any of the Great Lakes?
Never been to the US. Nor Canada, fr the record.
What’s your favorite number?
16.
Do you have any pictures of family around your house?
No, I don’t.
Do you like scrapbooking?
It’s not my #1 thing.
Did you just lose the game?
Everyone does from time to time.
Are you one of those girls who have a “wife?”
I’m not a girl in the first place. But I’m a man who has a husband, what about it?
What was/will be your first tattoo?
It was a red ionising radiation warning symbol, in a splatter style. I like it.
Do you have any tattoos dedicated to someone special?
No, only to certain events in my life.
Do you style your hair often?
I put some hair wax or gel in it because I hate it when it’s lying flat on my head.
Do you shave your legs?
No. Why would I anyway?
What is the next piercing you want to get?
I think I’ve gotten everything I was really interested in.
Do you like ghost stories?
Nah they’re boring.
What was your favorite movie as a kid?
I’ve never liked movies. It’s been always an effective way to make me fall asleep.
Did you watch Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers?
I don’t think so.
What color are your eyes?
Dark grey.
If you could dye your hair any color you wanted at all, what would it be?
Bright red or maybe purple.
Do you know anyone who was born in a different country?
A lot of people. Belgium is full of immigrants, mind you. I have friends from Romania who live in Antwerp, for example. I know some Arabs and black or Asian people. It’s normal here.
What state do you live in?
None, I’m Belgian. Belgium doesn’t have states, we do have provinces.
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GENERATION KILL: COMFORTING THERE PARTNER
"This is just me formally submitting a request for that gk boys offering their own forms of comfort fic/ headcanon/ thoughts wtevr. Lol just as a reminder. 😀"@theboardwalkbody
Gif Credit: @ymagor
A/N: You're wish is my command, homes❣️ Here's a little change of pace! @theboardwalkbody inspired this post (and asked it!), so thanks for the Inspo friend! 🤩 I'm doing this for BoB and TP because I'm going through a slight writer's block and instead of thinking about long descriptions, I just wanna so head canons that get a little out of hand. I hope this isn't too ooc😔 Reader has *inserted mental illness* btw, it's up for interpretation! ALSO GN! READER! Enjoy!
Taglist: @theboardwalkbody @contrabandhothead
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NATE FICK-
Nate's a calculated person. He can see the patterns in people, things, etc. Like how his father's eyebrows wrinkle when he's excited, or when his mother likes to prep a meal from vegetables to the main course. So when you're happy, sad, whatever-he knows it, and you don't even have to tell him.
He'll come home and see you. He knows that you've heard him calling you're name, but you don't move. He looks all over the house and finds you inside of your tub, just sitting there with no response. The water is running, and your clothes and hair are soaked.
So in an attempt to not disrupt your peace, Nate climbs in and sits next to you. You look over and he's stares at you. Just as your about to speak, he beats you to it.
"I'll get you a towel and some clothes."
And then, he just leaves. You hear the door quietly shut, and you blink for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? It snapped you out of your depressive trance. Now instead of feeling sad-you just were confused.
So you hear the door lightly open again and then close. After a few more minutes of soaking, you get out and see a towel and a set of clothes that are most certainly not yours. It's Nate's Dartmouth Lacrosse sweater and a pair of underwear-he knows you too well.
So you exit the bathroom and you see Nate, putting two cups down of you're favorite tea
And he's got that face. You know the face were he's like ☹️
"Hey, c'mere."
The two of you climb into bed with eachtoher. He throws one of those ugg blankets over you. You rest his head in his chest and he pats your head. There's a silence, until Nate says, "Do you wanna walk about it."
Normally, you'd say no and he'd read you a book you're reading or hold you as you cry, but this time, it's different.
"Yeah, I do. You won't judge, right?"
Nate tilts you chin up, and he's got a tired smile on his face.
"Why would I?"
BRAD COLBERT-
Brad may appear horrible with emotions and reading the room...in which he isn’t
Okay, scratch that. He tries to understand them, it’s just hard for him to give advice and use words to comfort you. He feels like he’s walking on glass, But sometimes, you just need him psychically more then anything.
When you storm out of a room when Chaffin makes a comment on your weight, Brad takes a few minutes to think what he should do.
Normally, he’d just leave you be, but he’s gotta do something. Getting up, he follows you down the hallway. You’re not far, and he’s calling you’re name.
You stop in the hallway, wiping the tears coming down toye face. Brad turns you around with his hands on your shoulder. He’s got a blank face on as he looks at you, seeing your red face and the tears.
While you sob and stutter, he fixes the collar of your shirt, tucks your hair behind your ear, which is normal. He likes to neaten you up to make you feel better.
But he starts to use his thumb, wiping the tears coming down your face. You shocked as he cups your face, making you look into those icy cold eyes. He looks like the Iceman, cold and emotionless, but what he says very Brad.
“You’re beautiful.”
Then he pulls you into a tight grasp. He’s a whole foot taller then you, and you like the way he snakes his hands around his waist and slightly lifts off you your feet. His sheer presence is intimating, but for you; comforting. 
RAY PERSON-
THIS MAN. although a hick with a big mouth, he does know when to shut up and can read you’re emotions like the back of his hand.
He can just see the sadness swelling in your eyes and the way you pick at the foot at your plate and avoid all of needs for cuddles in bed. Heck, it’s making Ray sad.
So he does what he does best-not shutting up, well-about things he likes about you.
“Man! Look at my hot girlfriend/wife! There reading books by the liberal media, total smartie here! Oh! And they have a degree from-“
Ray will also beg for to your attention and follows you around like a puppy. Like you’ll be sitting on the couch and he’ll come rest his head on your lap. You ignore him, but he starts to twist and quote random movies so you finally give in.
Is Ray annoying? Yes. But did he make you smile? Also yes.
Also Ray is a cook, and knows all of your favorite meals. Of course, he sets the table, lights a few Mantown candles (yes there real google them), and comes to serve your meal with two plates.
“The most beautiful man/woman I have ever seen, the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the Avril to my Bizzy D-you’re hot pockets.”
It makes you laugh, which makes Ray happy. He feeds off of that attention. You sit in Ray’s lap, eating hot pockets, and watching The Best Damn Tour. You lean on Ray’s shoulder, and he leans right back.
POKE ESPERA-
Alexa play Whatta Man’ by Salt-N-Peppa BECAUSE! WHAT! A! MAN!
Poke is one tough mofo. He embodies the meme of “Good morning to my beautiful wife/husband and child everybody else get fucked”.
But like every baddie; baddie’s gotta have soft spots for there bitches. He has two; you and his daughter. And oh god he’s love the two of more then anything in the world.
Poke knows you and his daughter well enough. His daughter first notices that your not as enthusiastic and bubbly, and then she tells Poke. But Poke already knows because he’s observant and very in touch with his emotions.
So when he’s a work; he thinks and does a lot of self reflection. He wonders why you’re upset. Did he cause it? What can he do to make it better? He asks all the guys for advice, and even his own daughter.
An idea strikes! Poke’s got a lot of anger, so his therapist told him to express his emotions by journalling. But Poke learns that it helps him get everything out of system, so he’s a secret writer. Heck, he even likes poetry; and would kill anyone if they’d find out.
While off at work, small letters start to appear across you’re house. Some are long, some are short, but there sweet and make you’re day.
“I held the stars in my arms wen I held you”
“I can’t wait to kiss you.”
“Your eyes stole all of my words away”
And the covers of the notes are done by Poke’s daughter, covered in glitter and Lisa Frank stickers.
You confront Poke about this “mysterious pen pal” and Poke is like “I mean, your lips do sound tempting”
You know it’s Poke, and he knows it, but there’s something about the mystery that is very romantic.
WALT HASSER-
Here comes our favourie country pumpkin
Now let me say. This man LOVES you more then anything the world
Doesn’t wanna show you off (but he does)
So when you’re the slightest bit sad, Walt is even sadder then you are
Walt is someone that lives to receive attention, and also he’s someone that likes to give it. Especially to the love of his life!
Walt gives you things you actually need, and nothing that is materialistic. Growing up, his parents had a healthy relationship, and the apple clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Waits on you hand and foot. A back massage? Done. A fuzzy blanket? Right on it! A specific burger from a joint that is thirty minutes away at three in the morning? Walt’s driving like a manic just for you. You have the man’s undivided attention.
“Walt?”
He stops whatever he’s doing and runs over, getting on his knees, “Yeah, what’s up baby?”
“Can you sing the song? Y’know, our song?”
Walt nods his head, now an eager puppy, and gets his gutair to play the song he wrote especially for you. And this is making me realize how painfully single I am oh my
RUDY REYES-
Rudy has an iv of respect woman/men juice. He always understands the assignment-and desires extra credit.
So whenever you’re down in the dumps, Rudy will drop everything and drag you into the car to go walk on his favorite trail. It’s ten miles long, but Rudy is a fitness freak.
First, you hate doing it. But the more you talk these long walks, the more you begin to enjoy it.
Sometimes there silence. Rudy won’t speak force you to talk. Talking is stressful, and Rudy will wait until you’re ready. The two of you holds hands, and Rudy has such a calming presence. It’s really hard to get angry at him.
You finally speak and tell Rudy you’re problems, and he listens and doesn’t interrupt. He’s got a hand on you’re lower back, or on your thigh. He’s basically you’re emotional support teddy bear and will always be a lending ear, or a total cuddle monster.
Rudy has the best advice as well. It’s always some yoga shit, but damn, those breathing  exercises do actually help.
EVAN “Q-TIP” STAFFORD-
Oh Q-Tip. My feral goblin son😭
I love him, but sometimes-things can fly over his head.
But when you start to ignore him and hide away from him, he begins to notice. And he HATES IT.
Like Christianson will ask him if he’s okay and he’ll literally quote a 2pac song and be like,
“I would drop all my girls for you, Walk barefoot 'round the world for you, Fly around like the birds for you, Thats why I wrote these words for you..”
Lilley is like “Brah we gotta help a homie out”
So the three stooges create Lovegate. The mission? to make Q-Tip’s partner happier.
Q-Tip is very artistically inclined. So with Christenson’s editing skills and Lilley’s camera, Q-Tip writes you a song and does a whole music video.
The man rents out a movie theatre venue just to show you. Of course, you’re blown away. It’s horrible and you can taste the autotone, BUT IT’S THE EFFORT THAT COUNTS. and q-tip has that smile on. you know what i’m talking about!
Doc Bryan walks in on the two of you making out and is pissed since all he wanted to do was see the re-screening of Bridemaids but NO, Q-Tip just had to rent out a theatre to show his partner a music video about them and then make out.
He see’s Lilley, who’s recording and asks to interview what Doc’s opinion on the music video, and this is what he’s says.
“I think my ears bled, but thank fuck those two aren’t acting like emo’s.”
DOC BRYAN-
The gif has a purpose. Trust me. SPEAKING OF THE MAN OF THE HOUR
Bryan, like Poke, is a very observant guy. He’s an angry motherfucker, and even a little insensitive, but ever since dating you; he’s tried to change.
He hates the world. People are shitty, and it makes him feel shitty that you’re sad because when you feel shitty, he’s in a shitter mood then he’s usually in
Knowing that his words might sound a little harsh, Byran knows how to distract you. Without words. After all, he didn’t work out for nothing.
Long hugs are you’re thing. The two of you will run into eachother, find a private place, and he’ll just wrap his arms around you. His big arms are protective, and he’s warm, and you just sink into him.
Sometimes, you’ll fall asleep. Byran sometimes will fall asleep with you, other times he’ll gently lay you down and put a blanket with a gentle forehead kiss.
When you cry in his arms, he’ll wipe the tears away. He can feel them against his arm, and he doesn’t know what to do. Crying girls/guys are not his speciality.
But when you squeeze his arm back, to let you know what your there and that you love him, Byran will freeze. He has no idea what to next with words. He’ll put his hand over yours, and turns out; it works well.
After this is all over, he’ll check up on you and ask you simply if you’re okay. You respond with a smile. Byran isn’t one for smiles, but for you, he shows a subtle smile back. Just to let you know.
#carrie writes#carrie’s headcanons#generation kill#nate fick#brad colbert#ray person#poke espera#walt hassar#rudy reyes#evan stafford#doc bryan#generation kill x reader#generation kill headcanons#generation kill imagine#hbo war
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rogue angel [5] bucky barnes
[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x reader, forced age regression, dd lg dynamic, angst, fluff, panic attack, extreme violence
A/N: Lots of both angst and fluff in this one! I made myself cry a little while writing this lol. Enjoy!
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The abandoned warehouse smelt of ash and fire, it’s walls covered in soot. Bucky scowled as he took in the scene before him. Sam was standing over the dazed man, his foot having just landed a kick to the man’s stomach.
“Hard to find,” Another kick, “But easy to take down.”
“Sam,” Bucky sighed, “He’s down, okay? Thank you.”
Sam stopped, taking a look at his friend. Something was different about him. Bucky was usually moody but, after seeing him for the first time in weeks, he couldn’t help but noticed that something had changed. For now, he couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad change.
Sam knew about you, of course, and he’d spent awhile trying to convince Bucky not to take you. You knew now how that turned out.
Still, Sam was as loyal as ever.
The man groaned, struggling in the vibranium handcuffs wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He spat blood onto the concrete and then whispered some curses in Sokovian.
Bucky crossed his arms, “Who’s looking for her?”
The man chuckled, choking a bit on his own blood. He was middle-aged but his hair was completely silver, his face so scratched and burned that even Bucky was struggling to look at him. If gore was a person, this was him.
“You think you’re the only one with a score to settle with that one?”
Bucky didn’t have a score to settle. He only wanted to help her but, if the crowd this man ran with thought it was the opposite, it was a good thing.
“Who?” Bucky continued, his patience wearing thin.
“She’s killed hundreds of people including my wife. Unlike you, Barnes, she’s going to pay-”
“She’s been brainwashed,” Bucky countered, “Hydra was the enemy so you should give up on your little plan for revenge. She’d probably kill you faster than either of us could anyways.”
“I don’t care,” The man spoke through gritted teeth, “I’ll look into those eyes if it’s the last thing I do.”
Bucky wouldn’t let that happen, not when you’ve come so far. You were finally starting to adjust to the new life he had planned for you. He’d protect you like Hydra never could. Bucky reached into the waistband of his pants, pulling out the black pistol he had stowed away in his truck earlier.
The sound echoed through the warehouse and the forest surrounding them as the bullet entered the man’s leg. The man screamed, the terror evident in his scarred face, as Bucky cooly lowered the gun, “Tell us who you’re working with and I won’t send you to hell with your wife.”
Bucky felt no sympathy for the man. It was likely his wife was a low life just like him.
Sam could handle blood and gore but not this version of Bucky. Bucky had been a killing machine when they first met and didn’t take killing lightly after his recovery. Sam knew that something had to be seriously wrong for Bucky to go this far.
“Fuck!” The man cried out, unable to provide himself any source of comfort in his tight bonds. He cursed some more in Sokovian and Bucky felt nothing seeing him in pain, not when he was trying to kill his little angel.
As Bucky lifted the gun again, the man spoke, “I’ll see Rogue Angel in hell then. She’ll die soon anyway-”
Bucky fired and the bullet landed precisely between the man’s eyes. Bucky moved to walk away and Sam hurried after him, “What the hell was that? I spent all week tracking him down!”
“He either wasn’t going to tell us anything or he didn’t know anything at all,” Bucky stated firmly, “We have to move on. Follow another lead.”
“Is she really worth this much trouble, Buck?” Bucky paused, facing his friend.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done, Sam. I just ... “ Bucky’s voice trailed off, his anger starting to boil over as he tried to search for the words that wouldn’t make him come off like an asshole, “Yes, she’s worth it. I can’t let them get close to her.”
Sam nodded, understanding, and Bucky was eternally grateful for it. He was so on edge at the moment and now he was regretting even leaving his little angel.
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“Rory?”
The boy set the princess crown on top of your head, adding more accessories to your new look, “Yeah?” His tongue was out, a focused look on his face, as he began to add small stickers onto your cheek.
“Does … d-does your Mommy ever punish you?”
Rory snapped out of his daze for a moment, looking at you with one of your yellow bows in his short hair. You were sitting on top of his bed and he stood in front of you, “Sometimes,” He spoke as he placed a star sticker on your cheek.
“What does she do?” You continued.
“It depends,” You noticed his face was turning red, “I like some better than others. I don’t like spanking and I don’t like going to time out.”
You nodded, understanding. Bucky had yet to spank you and your punishments usually ended up with you tied to your bed, “Does she touch you … down there?”
Rory blushed even more, “On my little boy parts? Yeah but I like those punishments.”
“You’re okay with it?” You looked up at him with a furrowed brow, “It doesn’t feel weird?”
“It feels nice,” Rory nodded, grinning, “It kinda hurts when she keeps going after I … you know but it’s worth it. Even when she doesn’t let me … you know, she lets me touch her mommy parts and cuddles me after.”
He spoke so casually that it made your eyes widen in shock, “Oh.”
“You don’t like it when your Daddy touches you?”
You immediately shook your head, “Of course not,” You answered quickly and Rory frowned as if you had rejected his feelings with your words, “I mean, I don’t think so. It’s just weird.”
“I used to feel the same,” Rory spoke honestly, turning your head so he could give you earrings. They were plastic, clip-on, and had fake red rubies but Rory thought they suited you, “Most of the time it doesn’t really feel like a punishment because I know how much my Mommy cares about me. I never had anyone like that before her.”
You thought about it for a moment. Bucky punished you because he cared for you? Like most of this situation, it didn’t make much sense to you.
You could tell Rory liked playing dress-up with you and part of you didn’t mind looking so pampered. It was like how you enjoyed drawing, you were expressing your creativity. As you pretended to put lipstick and blush on Rory’s lips, you imagined he and you were going to a ball together. Like the party in the movie Frozen with lots of royalty there and fancy dresses.
“Hey, kiddos,” Wanda entered the room, a white apron on her hips, “Don’t you two look pretty!”
“Mommy, look!” Rory’s face seemed to light up at the sight of the young woman, “I did her makeup, see!”
“I can see that,” Wanda nodded, coming closer to where you two sat on the twin-sized bed, “You did such a good job, baby.”
You watched him become extremely bashful, it almost made you smile, “Thank you, Mommy.”
“I did his makeup too,” The words left your lips faster than you could stop them. Why did you say that? You didn’t need her praise?
Wanda’s eyes widened with both surprise and joy, “Wow, Bucky told me you were an artist but I didn’t think you were this good! Great job, princess,” Part of you was satisfied that she had recognized your work.
You used to go on mission after mission, killing and getting back unscathed and you never got a pat on the back for that.
“If you guys are done playing dress up, what do you say we go make some desserts in the kitchen?
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You’d never baked anything in your entire life but Wanda and Rory were there to walk you through every step. Wanda would get all the materials together and then allow one of you to add it to the mixing bowl, “Mommy, can I show Y/N my big boy trick?”
Wanda grinned, handing the boy a brown egg. Rory looked for your reaction as he cracked the egg only with one hand without getting any shells in the mixture, “That’s really cool,” You spoke shyly but Rory beamed at the compliment.
The two seemed to work together despite the fact that you knew Rory didn’t originally come here willingly. Both their eyes lit up in the presence of one another. Watching it … was nice. You wondered if you’d get to that point with Bucky … Before you could think about it for long, Wanda’s voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Why don’t you try cracking it against the table, darling?” Wanda handed you an egg of your own and you took it hesitantly, “Tap it gently a few times and then slowly open it.”
You did as she said, exhibiting the most patience you had in your entire life. As you made a small dent in the egg, you held it over the bowl, letting the egg drop into the bowl, “You did great!” Rory exclaimed and a small smile spread across your face.
Baking allowed you to only think about the task at hand, not what tragic thoughts your mind usually wandered too.
The batter you and Rory made ended up going into a tin cupcake tray. This was the first time you could remember even being around sweets for the longest time. Being a supersoldier meant keeping your body in peak physical condition and sweets were never apart of your diet plan.
After waiting for the cupcakes to bake and cool off, you were back at the kitchen table decorating them. Rory chose to layer his cupcakes with ten layers of icing and sprinkles. You went the route of pink icing and slices of strawberries that you used to make cute designs.
You were so into decorating that you almost hadn’t noticed Bucky had returned. He was a little disheveled but, ultimately, grateful to be gazing upon you.
“There you are, Bucky. We’re almost done decorating,”
He immediately kissed your forehead, lifting your body so he could move in the chair beneath you, seating you firmly on his lap. Your kept your face stoic despite that beating in your heart. You simply grabbed another cupcake and began to ice it.
Bucky took in Rory’s appearance, assuming you had something to do with it, “It seems like today’s been a fun day.” Bucky touched your waist and, out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed what you assumed was gun residue on his fingers.
“We had to get ready for the ball,” Rory confirmed and Bucky grinned. Wanda was right about this being a good idea. You looked more comfortable in the new dynamic.
“I’ll grab some Tupperware so you can take your cupcakes home, darling,” Wanda walked to the main part of the kitchen.
Rory slumped in his chair, frowning, “Mommy, does Y/N have to go home today? She hasn’t seen Toy Story, I wanna watch it with her.”
Wanda returned with the plastic container, swiftly handing it to Bucky, “It’s a long drive back, baby, so they have to leave soon. We’ll have another playdate soon.”
Rory crossed his arms, tensing up at the idea of his new friend had to leave. You had to admit too that this was the most fun you’d had in a while, “You and your Mommy will come to visit us next time and I’ll build a campfire for us and … guess what?”
Rory perked up at Bucky’s words, “What?”
“We’ll make s’mores and you can meet our puppy, Archie.”
Our. There was a lot of weight on that word.
“He can do lots of tricks,” You confirmed, much to Rory’s delight.
“Woah! Mommyyyy,” Rory whined, “Can we get a puppy too?”
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After a long drive home and a bath, you waited on Bucky’s bed for him to return from the shower. He’d helped you into a fresh pull-up and a red onesie that said: “Daddy is my superhero” in white letters.
You held Lucy in your lap as your eyes gazed around the room. It seemed Bucky trusted you enough to leave you alone like this and, part of you wanted to prove that you could be good and that you wouldn’t run at the first option. That part of you liked that Bucky trusted you.
Maybe you were worthy of someone’s trust.
You slid off the side of the bed, dragging Lucy with you as you gained your balance. You could hear the rain hitting the roof and the house rumbled as lightning struck in the distance. You didn’t mind the rain but … the storm was another thing. You put one foot before the other, using your weak legs to the best of your ability.
You approached the window across the room slowly, pulling back the red cream colored curtain in order to look outside. It was like you were looking into the abyss. It was pitch black outside and you could barely even see the outlines of the forest.
You stared up at the dark blue sky, your breathing starting to get heavy. The black clouds seemed to gather together before lightning ripped through them, the white zig-zag line was closer than you expected.
The booming thunder came next and your body tensed up as you fell back.
“Shock her again.”
“I need them. I-I need my family.”
“Again.”
Bucky was running a towel through his hair when he heard the thud. He dropped everything as he rushed from the bathroom, finding you laying in the fetal position by the window. You were gasping for air even though there was nothing blocking it from you.
You felt no control at all and the terror seemed to flood every part of your body, paralyzing you. “Y/N, breathe in and out. You have to breathe,” Bucky kneeled down beside you, his heart racing, as he saw that fear in your eyes. He knew you were having a panic attack, he’d gone through so many himself, often by himself. He wanted to be there for you because no one had been there for him.
“Again! Shock her again!”
“In and out,” He showed you what to do, breathing in and out himself.
It took you a long moment but you finally started to catch your breath, “I-I betrayed them,” You spoke shakily, starting to hyperventilate once again, “They’ll kill me! I betrayed them-”
Bucky laid down beside you, and you stared back at him, “Breathe, please breathe,” Bucky continued, reaching over to wipe your tears, “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Y/N, I promise.”
“I-I can ... protect me.”
“You don’t have to anymore,” Bucky assured you, reaching to grab Lucy who had fallen to the side. He placed her in your arms and you gripped her to your chest. “I’m going to take care of you. I know you’re scared, we live in a scary world, but Daddy’s going to protect you.”
“I …. I didn’t want to hurt those people …”
Bucky understood what was happening, all the realization was hitting her, “Of course you didn’t. You’re a good girl, angel.”
“I-I’m good?”
Bucky nodded, his blue eyes seeming to soften, “You don’t have to hurt anyone else.”
You stared at him for a long while, taking in his every feature, and your gaze met his lips. You leaned into him, and Bucky grabbed your waist, sliding you closer to him. As another bolt of lightning lit up the dark room, you pressed your lips to Bucky’s.
As he leaned into you, Bucky noted how your lips were soft, curious, and inexperienced.
When you opened your eyes and pulled your lips away, Bucky had a soft smile on his face. He’s wanted to do that with you since he found you in London. Your face was unsure but you knew one thing. You didn’t want to be alone tonight.
“C-Can I … Can I sleep in your bed, Daddy?”
“It would be my honor, princess.”
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Summertime Story
Summary: The Lantern Night people had come to visit town! Fireworks, food stalls, festival games! Helping Mammon pay off his debt! Underneath this festive atmosphere a single wish blossoms in your heart,
“I want this moment to last forever...”
Based on the Summer Festival Event.
Rated: T for Teasing Mammon about outdoor sex ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Tags: Established Relationship, Too Much Love for Mammon, Yearning, Love Words are: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Physical Touch, with a dash of Receiving Gifts, B-I-N-G-O.
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The day had begun in a peaceful manner, and you were enjoying a rare moment to yourself in which Mammon was not particularly in need of your affection, in this case it meant that the two of you were just holding hands underneath the dining table and eating breakfast with one hand. It was peaceful precisely because Levi wasn’t making a fuss over it, Belphie and Satan wasn’t throwing an oil tanker to the fire and neither was Lucifer frowning over it.
Summer had come into Devildom and it was officially, a few months since you had been part of the Exchange Program, and a few months since forming a pact with Belphie. During that time, you had done your best to juggle time between the six of them and pursuing Mammon. It had been a rough time, since more often than not your chances either backfired or Mammon himself would end up ruining it. However with the power of love (lol) you were able to successfully confess your love with help from Levi and Asmo and now Mammon and you were going steady for a total of three weeks.
And now you were enjoying a breakfast “date” with Mammon, skillfully ignoring the other background characters (lol). You had been tuning out the conversation, focused on the rare karaage Mammon had brought home last night for you, when your ears had heard the words “casino” and “debt” come out from Mammon’s mouth.
“Eh? You went to a casino without me?” You blurted out.
Which caught the attention of the others. Asmo already had the teasing look on his face as he said, “How cute~ Hey! Mammon how does it feel like having a girlfriend that attached to you?”
“I-It’s not fair! I want someone to say that kind of thing to me too!” Levi whined.
“I love you so much!” Mammon blurted out with a red face, an apology of sorts for not bringing you out with him to play.
“Hehehe... you’re so easily pleased aren’t you?” Belphie teased you as you snuggled up and melted into Mammon’s warm embrace.
You opted to ignore him and instead told Mammon, “If you needed money, you should have come to me!”
“Oi! You understand he’s like that because you keep on spoiling him right?” Satan said, worried at how easily you spoiled his idiot older brother.
“?”
The look of confusion on your face easily told him that you had become an idiot for love. But a quick glance at Mammon rubbing your face together and intermittently kissing your face in different places made him realize you still, at the very least, had your IQ points.
“Tch! Both of your deserved each other” Satan grumbled as he looked away at the sickening display of affection.
“Anyways! Please help me out with the stall!” Mammon begged, “I can’t just use my wife’s money like that after all.”
“I’ll ignore what you just called our Master but sure I’ll help you out~” Asmo agreed.
“I’ll do the same” Beel added.
“Me too” Levi spoke through gritted teeth.
“In that case I’ll do the same and head out for the library to figure out what stall we should do” Satan replied and headed out.
“Well, it seems like you’re having fun so I’ll do the same.” Belphie said before finishing up his breakfast.
“It’s rare to see all of you this cooperative” Lucifer commented as he watched with wide eyed disbelief that his troublesome brothers were cooperating this smoothly.
“We all probably have ulterior motives though...” You replied, still snuggled in Mammon’s hold and now being fed by him.
“We?”
You hummed and addressed Lucifer’s unsaid question,”Yep. I just want to spend time with Mammon.”
Hearing this words only invigorated Mammon’s love for you further and made Lucifer torn between exasperation and fondness for your love of Mammon.
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After the brainstorming session on the library, the whole lot of you with the exception of Lucifer started to practice making Candy Apples.
Carefully following Satan's instructions Belphie and you poured the sugar into the dyed water carefully. All of you watched in fascination as the sugar melted into the water.
"Hehe this feels like we're about to make poisoned candy apples~" You were amused at the thought of such mischief.
"Just be honest and say this feels like we're a couple of witches brewing poison" Satan outed your inner thoughts.
You turned your head around and gave him the kitty blep. Belphie had interrupted the fight before it could even escalate with a well-timed question,
"Should we stir it?"
"We probably should? I remember that burnt sugar tastes bad" You frowned as your brain recalled the taste of your burnt caramel pudding.
Your answer had led to Belphie to start stirring in panic. Mammon, your darling demon, in his impatience, grabbed the stirrer from Belphie's hand and began to stir enthusiastically.
"Oh crystals are forming?" Asmo looked at the cauldron, you took a peek as well and realized that there was indeed crystals.
'Ah...I messed up...' You looked sadly at the wasted efforts just as Belphie angrily asked,
"Whose idea was it to stir it?!"
Levi, your saviour, decided to shift the blame on Belphie. You sent him a grateful smile and secretly decided to pamper him a little bit more, once the opportunity arises.
"Let's just feed this batch to Beel" You told them as you took the tray away and delivered it to Beel.
"Ahahaha, you're treating Beel like a disposal unit!" Asmo laughed in amusement as he recalled all the times you had fed Beel your failed cooking and desserts that just didn't meet your standards.
You blushed as you remembered how much time the three of you had spent baking and cooking just so you could give a home-made lunch set to Mammon. It had ended in vain due to a mishap with a lower demon but you couldn't deny the happy feeling of Mammon eating the fallen spicy squid rice ball you had made for him.
"It's delicious! You should cook for me next time~!" He had teased you.
"This is just me being practical..." You hmphed at him and gently stomped your way out of the kitchen as they began to make a new batch.
When you were faraway enough to not overhear anything, Asmo chimed,
"She really does spoil all of us doesn't she?"
Mammon happily agreed, "Isn't she just the best!"
"Of course you'd say so, out of all us, you're the one she spoils the most!" Levi grumbled as he began washing a new batch of apples.
Satan hummed to show his agreement, "You must be so happy getting exactly the kind of lover you want."
Mammon blanked out for a moment before he remembered what Satan was talking about.
"I want someone who'd invest on me as much as I'd invest on them!"
He remembered the sticker you had sent at that time. Your cute and almost childish enthusiasm and your following comically rude disinterest at the following answers. It was in the early days of your stay when they were all interested in you, not as you were, but as a human they happened to be living with.
Mammon smiled softly and replied, "I am! That's why I'm doing this for her!"
Satan stared at him in shock.
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You came back to see that others were resting while Belphie was still going at it.
"Anything I can do to help?" You asked him as you silently settled across him and stared into the cauldron.
"Keep me company? It's rare to see you and Mammon not attached to the hip." Belphie answered, soft smile gracing his lips.
You nodded your agreement and proceeded to talk to him about mundane stuff and the occasional gossip you would get from your succubi and incubi Tea Appreciation Club members. It was an open secret among your demons that the club was really just a front for Gossiping. And Diavolo allowed it simply for the fun and sometimes useful nuggets of information you'd tell him on your weekly report about the Exchange Program.
"Oh! I think you've got it down Belphie!" You noticed the perfectly melted candy and Belphie happily ordered you to prepare the tray of apples.
"Aye aye, Captain!" You saluted him and then quickly assembled the tray and watched him pour the candy over the apples.
The two of you watched the candy dry in glee and cheered.
“Let’s do the next batch?”
“Let’s take a taste test first,” Belphie replied as he took one candy apple and gave it to you “Here, take it.”
You gingerly took the apple and happily took a large bite on the side. You closed your eyes and gleefully savored the sweetness of the candy that worked well with the light sourness of the green apple.
“Is it delicious?” Belphie asked.
“Yep! You should have a bite!”
You moved the apple towards him and Belphie took a bite on the opposite side. Seeing him eat the apple made you laugh as you remembered the story of Eden. Belphie had looked at you in confusion and you explained,
“Bit on the nose isn’t it?”
You smiled and gestured to him, the apple and then yourself, “A demon, an apple and a woman.”
Realization sinks in and Belphie laughs lightly. “Well the apple certainly wasn’t green at that time.”
Your eyes widen at the implication of Belphie’s words however he refuses to elaborate what he meant.
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The next couple of days were spent building and designing the stall. It had been fun painting the sign board, coming up with the prices just on the side of a little bit pricey without outright scamming the festival goers, flirting with Mammon, convincing Lucifer to let Diavolo drop by (Barbatos had seen through your attempt at free advertising), and scheming to get Lucifer's fan club to drop by (Lucifer had caught wind of it and you were given an impromptu running exercise). As the final preparations came to a finish, you couldn't help but ask a few questions about the festival itself,
"Ne ne Satan~" You poked at Satan's arms "Do you know if there would be fireworks shows at the end?"
Seeing your inquisitive look Satan began telling you what to expect at the Festival,
“These demons have different culture than the ones you typically see at RAD, theirs share a commonality with the human world’s Japanese Culture. An example would be the food stalls and the game stalls, the clothes called Yukata, animal masks, fireworks show and of course the Bonfire dance.”
“What’s the differences then?” You asked.
“Well...I guess the difference lies on the intent behind the bonfire dance?” Satan mumbled as he held his chin with his hand in thinking position, “Up there, the humans do the Bon Dance to guide their spirit ancestors to the underworld, in here the Lantern Night folk lights the fire to welcome those who arrived.”
“Lord Diavolo rents them an entire mountain range to use for this occasion,” Lucifer added “Though this event had always been here even before we arrived.”
“Then it’s just sad Dia-chan never got around to drop by until now~” You frowned at the thought that it took a long time before Diavolo even considered to drop by the festival until you invited him (with harmless ulterior motives that Barbatos let go).
“Dia-chan?” Lucifer repeated with a thunderous expression on his face.
“Get over it, I’m his human best friend.” You told him non-nonchalantly and wandered off to help and flirt (again) with Mammon.
The day of the festival arrived and as all of you were preparing to head out, Asmo had arrived with presents.
“Oh! Is it food?” You asked excitedly, trusting that Asmo knew your tastes by now but seeing the pout on his face you knew that any hope of having a light snack on the way was null.
“It isn’t! Jeez, why are you like Beel whenever someone gifts you something?” Asmo whined and you laughed at him.
“Because food is life.” You answered and then winked at Beel who was happy to support your claims.
“So what present did you get for us?” You asked once you had your fun and let Asmo do his thing.
“Ta-da~! Levi and I made clothes for us to wear at the festival~!” Asmo handed out the paper bags to the rest and presented yours with a flourish, “This one was specially made for you~ I had to hunt down the exact fabric and accessories just to make it come true!”
Seeing the proud look on his eyes, you happily praised Asmo and then some. You didn’t forget to praise Levi as well and happily watched his face turn red from embarrassment with your heaps of praise before inviting him to cosplay with you sometime.
“Hehe~” You hid your giddiness behind the wide and long sleeves of the soft white kimono. Admiring the detailed phoenix embroidery on the left side, while pink hand painted cherry blossoms littered at the bottom of the hems. the thin gold threads that formed clouds made it sure that the phoenix was soaring upwards.
“Thanks a lot, Asmo! I really like this!” You thanked Asmo once more before praising him for his cuteness and assured him he’d be a body breaker with how good he looked.
As each of the brothers went out to show their festival clothes, you made sure to praise each and every single one of them. Naturally, Mammon received most of your praise and appreciation, you made sure to thank Asmo once more for his nice assist.
“Mammon you look so handsome in your yukata!” You praised your boyfriend and made sure that he knew you were throwing very appreciative looks on his well-toned abs even if it was partially covered by bandages. You even patted his chest, taking the chance to grope his firm pectorals.
“Oi! Do that kind of thing at our bedroom!” Mammon lightly admonished you, as he gently grabbed your wandering hands and held you tightly against him.
“We can do it too if we find a dark secluded place in the forest...” You whispered to him and then loudly added, “You can grope me too if you want~! I’m allowing you to do so! Actually please do so!”
“Oi! Don’t tempt me here!”
You laugh at his agitation and kiss him before quickly running away with Asmo and Levi on tow.
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After setting up the stall, you and Mammon were on the first shift. You watched in amazement as Mammon turned on his charms and easily sold the first two pieces of Candy Apples. You silently thanked your lucky stars that your Mammon wasn’t a ladies man but was instead just as utterly devoted to you as you were towards him.
“Hey, you should try calling out for customers too” Mammon gently nudged you to call out for customers and you gathered up your courage to at least contribute to the sales.
“Hey, Handsome!” You called out to the fox demon, “Come try our glossy candy apples!”
“Is there anything special about it?” The fox demon asked you.
Your mischief senses tingling to make a sale made you answer, “The special thing about it is that we sell it as a pair! Give the other half to the one you like and you’re guaranteed to have a wonderful event~!”
The fox demon blinked at you and hesitantly asked, “How did you— ”
“Handsome Fox-sama~ Our apples are guaranteed to help you have a beautiful memory from this event~ also seeing how much effort you put in tonight, a little luck from Enmusubi-sama won’t hurt!” You winked at him and you knew that he had fallen for your sca—sales speech.
“Then I’ll take two, please!”
“Here you go~! Two candy apples to go!” Mammon wonderfully assisted you and the two of you spent the shift doing excellent sca—sales work.
As the shift came to an end, Mammon began asking you what you wanted to do. You thought about it for the moment and said, “I want to see all the stalls while holding hands with you! And I want to see if they have fortune telling stalls too!”
Mammon blushed at your words and shyly said, “O-ok! As a reward for doing well, I’ll take you around and do everything that you want!”
“Then in that case I’d like to add that I want to dance with you around the bonfire. watch the fireworks with you at the end of this festival, and share a kiss that could lead into something else with you in a dark secluded space.” You looked at him in the eyes, conveying the seriousness of your wish.
“The-the last one might just be a bit...”Mammon trailed off as he stammered and felt his face heat up.
You made sure to show him your well-honed (courtesy of Asmo) puppy-dog eyes. And boosting up your charm just to get a sweet, passionate kiss from Mammon like both of you were part of a shoujo manga special.
“Grah! I got it! I got it! I’ll ki-kiss you at the end of the fire works show so stop giving me those eyes already!”
“Hurry up and leave you shameless PDA couple.” Satan told both of you off with dead fish eyes.
You did as Satan said and quickly pulled Mammon away from the stall to start of the date. The two of you idled around, sampling snacks and feeding each other.
“Here, have a drink. You’ve earned it” Mammon placed the cup of iced tea in your face and you took a sip from the straw.
‘Indirect kiss~ get!’ You thought happily as you drank.
“You did really great compared to how you used to be when talking to other demons” He praised you as you finished taking a drink, he tucked in the stray strands of hair away from your face and you blushed at the intimacy of his actions.
“It was all thanks to you...”
You looked away from his loving eyes, and squeezed his hand tight. You knew that most changes you had could be attributed to Mammon and your never ending desire to keep his eyes on you.
“Wh-what’s with this cute act!? Do you want a kiss or something?” He stammered and you could only shyly snuggle closer to him and nod slightly.
“Yes, please.”
Mammon leads you away from the crowd and prying eyes, the two of you were now tucked behind the stalls and Mammon’s hand was gently cupping your face.
“You’re really spoiled you know that?” He complains and yet his eyes were soft and fond of you.
You had always heard that eyes were the window to the soul and Mammon’s eyes told you everything he felt for you. And as always you couldn’t help but drown in them. You watch his face get closer to yours and you closed your eyes as his breath mingled with yours.
Mammon’s kisses would always begin in this way, soft and cautious. Always giving you a chance to pull away, even if everything in you would always seek him out, he kisses you like you were something infinitely more precious than the gems and countless treasures he stored away from the House of Lamentation. He kisses you in a way that never allows you to doubt for a single moment that you weren’t important.
He pours everything that he feels into his kisses and you accept all of it and give him back everything that you are. You drown in his love and let yourself grow weak in the knees and Mammon, your devoted demon, never fails to catch you and hold you close to him.
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The rest of the shifts you had were a blur of events as your mind kept on wandering to the kiss Mammon gave you behind the stalls. It had felt different and you didn’t know why. This in turn made the situation feel like it was the start of the Exchange Program once more, and everyone but Mammon could see that you were crushing on him. The difference was that this time Mammon was aware of the blush on your cheeks, the reason behind your increased heartbeat and coquettish looks that you’d send to him.
He would without fail take his chances to payback for all of the times you’d tease him and you would take it like a champ even if you stammered or blushed your way through it.
Levi who couldn't stand it anymore got fed up and told the both of you to go PDA somewhere else.
“Be back before the fireworks show.” Lucifer said as Mammon took you away and proceeded to do everything that you asked of him.
The two of you garnered attention with your matching themed festival clothes, the dragon and the phoenix. Female demons would sigh and look at envy with the careful and gently way Mammon treated you, his doting and affectionate looks towards you made you feel muddle-headed while increasing the envy of the female demons.
The unsatisfied female demons who were single made up their mind to buy the blessed candy apples, while the ones who weren’t glared at their useless lovers and asked why they can’t be treated as sweetly as you. Thus, every demon that got criticized for not being as romantic as Mammon silently cursed your boyfriend in their heart, you were oblivious to this of course.
The two of you drank the free cup of sweet sake given away for those who got their fortunes told, and continued to leisurely walk around the stalls while holding hands. You spotted a stall selling couple charms and asked, “Can we check out that stall? I want to buy matching charms.”
Hearing the word “Matching” Mammon began walking towards the stall and enthusiastically began picking the ones that would look best for the both of you. Among the numerous charms you saw a pair of maneki neko and took it. Examining it carefully for damages, you turned to Mammon and said, “Darling, what about this?”
“Hm? What does it do?”
The vendor seeing her chance answered Mammon, enticed by the idea of gaining more luck when it comes to money, he bought it for the two of you. As all vendors of charms are to do, the crow demon lady also advertised a red thread of bracelet as a couple charm. Knowing the lore behind red threads, you shyly handed over twice the amount and bought it for you and Mammon.
Both of you thanked the lady demon and went off. You were admiring the woven red thread bracelet on your wrist, adoring the idea that you had tied your fate with Mammon. Seeing how happy you looked at something that was cheap, Mammon wondered if the bracelet you had tied to his wrist meant something deeper but he remained silent and instead opted to admire the pleased look of your face and fell in love with you all over again.
He tugged you closer to him and bent down a little bit to whisper to your ear, “ The bonfire dance is about to start, let’s go?”
Your ears reddened at the warmth of his breath and you remembered the kiss again, you could only weakly lean against him and nod your head. Mammon, seeing you so docile and practically transmitting your love for him to all demons and angels within range, made him smug. He leads you carefully towards the bonfire, and masterfully leads you to dance. Your hands clasped together, bodies close, and the warm light of the fire as both of you gazed at each other lovingly was the envy of all who were watching the dance.
You knew that Mammon was no angel, but the way the light shone upon him made him look so soft, and your love for him was overflowing that it hurt. But it was a pain you had grown to be familiar with. A small silent proof that you were capable of loving, and that you were worthy of being loved back.
As the time for the fireworks drew near, Mammon and you slipped away and headed to a spot he knew. It was up into the mountains and a secluded viewing platform that was overgrown with trees and grasses.
You glanced down to your linked hands and smiled at the realization that not once had he let go of your hand. You couldn’t help but keep on smiling, smiling so much for the whole evening that your face hurt. Today’s Mammon had made you realized how lucky you were to love and be loved by someone like him.
Mammon who was always considerate of you, silently taking care of you, and always looking out for your best interest. You recalled all the times, he’d cook for you and secretly put all the best parts on your plate, the times he’d just hang around you all day when you’d wake up with a heavy heart and body. You remembered how he had happily supported you with your naivety of saving that other version of you, how he always had your back and supported you unwavering in his belief on your abilities even when you doubted yourself.
“Look!” Mammon called your attention as he pointed into the sky.
The first firework exploded like a blossoming flower on the sky, and then came the next and the next until the Devildom sky was decorated in varieties of colored fireworks. You were mesmerized and couldn’t help but let out a soft, “It’s beautiful...”
You turned to Mammon and met his eyes, soft and utterly in love with you.
“You-you should be watching the display...” You hid your blush behind the sleeves of your kimono.
Mammon let go of your hand and you looked at him in confusion, he chuckles at your displeased look and instead brings out a velvet box. Your heart stammers and you feel blood rushing to your ears.
He calls your name softly, preciously, sweetly, as if it was as holy as his Father’s name and to him, your names was perhaps even holier than God’s. A name meant to be said only with love, a name that carried so much meaning for him. You had carved a hole in his heart and filled the empty spaces in him with your love. Your love had changed him irrevocably, remade him into a better version of him, made him unable to think of a future that didn’t have you in it and fear such possibilities.
You had made him care for you in a way that he had forgotten since he fell, and Mammon wanted you to take responsibility for it because he was no longer just the Avatar of Greed, one of the seven Rulers of Hell. He was now your Mammon, your lover, your most beloved demon, and most devoted avatar.
“Is this...?” You trailed off, not daring to hope too much on what a small box could mean.
“There is no such thing as marriage among demons not in the way humans do, not in the way angels used to have...but I can give you my vow, to love you as I always had in this obscure and inhuman way where I give all of myself to you.”
You tear up as his words envelop you and Mammon continues, ever so gentle with you as he whispers the words only meant for your ears, “Let me continue loving you in spaces between my ribs and in my heart, in the shadowed and rough edges of my soul, allow me to join you in your darkest days and happiest hours, i’ll weather the wind and rain for you...all I ask is that you give me the entirety of yourself...the bits and pieces that you hide because you think I am capable of being disgusted by you, those parts of you that you hate because it is the worst of you and you think it is ugly.”
“Mammon...”
“I don’t know how to love the way you humans do, all I know is that I love you as simple as the fact that my heart, sometime ago, without me knowing began to beat for you.”
Your tears flow, and you could only give him a choked up, “Yes.”
Mammon smiles with tears in his eyes as he slides the ring into your ring finger and kisses you on your forehead. You do the same to him and the two of you snuggle together and watched as the show slowly came to and end. You stare at his content face, and you can’t help but wish,
“I want this moment to last forever...”
Mammon blinks before his a wide mischievous and doting smile blossoms on his face, “In that case let’s start the tradition of spending this festival together from now on!”
You happily agreed and once more linked your hands together, red bracelets intertwined without you or him realizing.
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SuperDad 》 Kim Taehyung
♡pairing: taehyung x oc ♡
♡word count: 1,962 words ♡
♡warnings: it's honestly too cute, taehee is a sweetheart, this isn't a warning but just an adherence to everyone the OC is a person of color, i'll probably make a part two to go about all the details of how taehyung and taehee handled the 48 hours without alyssa, OH and taehee cried seeing his mom leave, just about it. mentions of taehyung not being around as much as he wants to. mentions of what seems to be separation anxiety. ♡
♡genre: established relationship, dad au, idol!tae, fluff, taehee is a cutie you just wanna keep, Inspiration from the return of superman ♡
♡summary: taehyung's back from tour and ready to spend the next two days, with his son, taehee. without his mother there, of course because it's show protocol. ♡
♡a/n: i got inspired by the many dad aus i see and read, like omg they are honestly so cute. also got inspired by reading a fic/ one-shot of jaehyun being on the return of superman with his wife and child and that was the C U T E S T. hope you guys enjoy, also, i added gifs as dividers because i did this on my phone and this is kinda long. credits to all the owners of each gif used ♡
the camera pans in on a sort of empty living room, a wolf gray sofa sat in front of the equivalently colored wall, a small black squared table is there beside it, and along it is a picture that is covered by a cute emoticon.
littered around the vast space are various cream colored tents, with camera lenses peaking out, various fingers and hands holding them. the camera then passes over to the television, sat on a small drawer, that has glass doors, littered with many DVDs and vinyls, and the seemingly 75" television is off, unsurprisingly.
it then shows the kitchen, monochromatic colors is the aesthetic it seems, as a modern black gas stove is there, with the gray smart refrigerator alongside the counter that separates the two appliances. there is a four slot toaster and a kettle on the aforementioned counter, and a little magnetic knife strips which held all the knives, tongs and spatulas that are often used. the cabinets are a brilliant pearl color, various cute stickers decorate it, some looking old and torn and others looked like they just came out the pack.
it then shows the lounge room and a bedroom respectively, before a dark room comes into view. the emcees had already asked if there was a new superman for the show, and wondered who the new family was. they adored the little height chart on the door casing, and the little furniture and things here and there. they even tried to figure out what the shelf of things were, since it was covered with another cute emoticon.
•~•
back in the room, a little head peaks up at the sound of the doorbell ringing, looking left and right, probably trying to figure out what century it was. then the phone rang and the little human grabs the cellular device in their hands, knuckle sliding it over, and it amazes the emcees.
in the cutest voice the little human could muster, they answer the phone.
"good morning, hello?" the little guy answers in english, and the emcees are practically digging all of this up.
the voice then answers, but the words is silenced. it then shows as the hair of the tiny human bounces, the phone is dropped, footfalls are quiet, yet swift, and the door to the room opens. the tiny human can be slightly seen, and they run out, before running back to close the door.
various camera angles appear, for how fast the little one is running past everything, and the human passes the living room area, taking a left, and then a right and stands in front of the door, then he moves to the little crate beside it and sits patiently. after a few seconds, it opens, and a tall man enters the apartment with a few suitcases and a duffle bag, another cute emoticon doing it's job as it hides the man's face.
the human is practically bouncing on the crate at this point, his round, yet sharp eyes creasing up, his tiny white teeth on display as his arms frail around. the man rests down his luggage, before pretending he can't see the smaller male, and looks around for said human being.
"dad!" the small boy shouts, and the emoticon is finally off of the male's face as he smiles, the signature boxy grin his fans has come to love is on display as he picks up the little rascal, and whisper shouts a little "taehee!" just as enthusiastically as the child had to his father.
the emcees are shocked, like genuinely, you could hear it in the way they go "waaaaaa. it's bts' v!" and it switches again, showing the superstar, alongside his glowing son, and a pregnant lady beside him.
the lady is a mixture of slim and thick, her thighs all packed and gracious as it presses on the seat and shows beneath the fabric of her dress. said dress is long, with a flowy skirt and a sort of baggy top, black as the base with various flowers, colored rose pink and sky blue, along the skirt, past the waist, and some on the top. the belly she sports is a big one, and she look like she was ready to pop in no time. her hair was dark brown and kinky, with golden brown tips as the curl pattern shows perfectly, resting on her back. her light brown eyes get lost behind her lids as she smiles, her nose is scrunched up, smile lines along the eyes and her lips is outstretched, the craters in her face deepens, the dimples popping out perfectly, and the little boy shows his own.
her caramel skin glows, just like her aura is, and the boy glows equally with his honey toned skin as well, as he sits on his father's lap, both of them rubbing her stomach.
"hello everyone, i'm Kim Taehyung, aka V from BTS and this is my family."
Q: How old is your kid?
"He's two and a half years old, but if we're gonna get technical, he's 30 months."
Q: How long have you two been married?
"Four years. We've been together for five, and got married a year into the relationship because i couldn't resist her in the slightest."
"Lol, likewise."
"I told you stop saying LoL out loud lyssa. it's outdated by now."
"iT's oUtDaTeD bY nOw. i do what i want tae."
the questions and the bantering went on for another minute and a half, taehee getting in on it to, and him and his mother verbally gangs on taehyung, causing him to pout.
"we were actually kind of hesitant to be on the show. for many reasons, obviously, but mainly because we weren't sure if we wanted taehee, taesung and taeri in the public eye as yet. or at all. i wanted to show them on my own time, wanted to wait until they were old enough to understand this world to decide whether or not they wanted to be known as our children. after a while, and with the help of my hyungs, jiminie and kookie, we decided to take part in it anyways. we hope you guys take care of us."
Q: Woah, you guys are having twins?
"Haha, yes. we found out during the gender reveal that the doctor forgot to tell us we were having two babies. good thing we planned to always buy double the clothes and necessities for whenever i get pregnant. i say that because this little beast is unpredictable."
•~•
the video then switches back to the house, with taehee and taehyung sitting on the couch, the television on, with them watching a show, taehee swaying from side to side with the music, taehyung singing along quietly, and they watch the show until lyssa exits from the room and pecks both of their foreheads, before going straight to the jù,kitchen.
she tells alexa to play an older song by her husband's group, and the intro plays as soon as the show finishes, taehee immediately running into the kitchen to help and sing along to the song. meanwhile, taehyung is in the living room, his phone in front of his face as he smiles softly, both him and the person he's seemingly on the call with is silent as they listen to the two on their seemingly daily routine.
"you want to help make the pancakes dylan?" lyssa asks in english to her son, and he peeps an excited 'yes mama' over the voice of hoseok and his rap for hold me tight.
she smiles at him, and they make the pancakes from scratch, him calling out the ingredients in english, and she helps him in pronounciation and correcting his mistakes with a chuckle and a smile. while the pancakes are frying, she kindly asks taehyung to go to the store at the end of the corner to get some hershey's cookie n creme chocolate bars and a jar of dill pickles for her cravings.
she makes sure they all eat, before getting ready and going to head out for the allocated forty eight hours set. taehee follows her like a little duckling as she slightly waddles through the living room, with a purse on her shoulder, and she shoves the car keys in the bag, before turning around and ruffling his hair.
"be a good boy for mama, okay? you get to spend two whole days with papa and your uncles! isn't that fun?" taehee does seem happy, but you can tell, deep behind his nod, he is secretly praying that alyssa doesn't go. that she stays with both of them for the two days, just like old times, but she had let him watch the show, and he knows that's not the case. when she turns to leave, taehee grabs the hem of her dress, and she turns around, meeting his sharp cognac eyes, and it looks like he was trying his best not to cry.
"oh, dee, c'mere," she starts, lifting him up in her arms as the tears finally fall. she knew her taehee as a strong boy, but there are times where he can't help, but cry. dad was always to the company or on tour for as long as taehee knew him, so he built a special relationship with his mom. he knew he promised her to be strong, and to be a big boy, for when she was going to leave, but he hopes, that two days doesn't turn into a long time, like dad sometimes does.
"now what did we discuss dee?"
"th-that i w-was gonna be a b-big boy. th-that i w-was gonna stay w-with dad un-until mama g-gets back."
"right, we did agree to that, but you look like you wanna come with me. do you want to come with me, or are you gonna make me proud and spend time with papa? he misses you, you know. every day, he calls, sometimes when you're asleep and he always tells me how he can't wait to come home and have you by his side. do you wanna let papa down? let mama down? let your uncles down? or are we gonna be a big boy and be on our best behavior to make mama, papa and uncles proud?"
"i'm gonna be a big boy. i'll stay with dad and we'll have so much f-fun mama, you'll want to come back."
"i'm sure of it dee. now, papa is in the room waiting for snuggles. you know how to work the phone, so call me whenever. okay?"
"okay mama. i love you lots!"
"i love you more than lots!"
"i love you more than your lots! have fun mama, but not too much fun or i'll be mad at you."
alyssa gasps, pouting a bit, before smiling once taehee plants a big fat kiss on her cheek and smush them together like she does to him. they smile at each other, before she rests him down, and she waves at him until she is nowhere to be seen, exiting the door and off to go about her day. taehee rushes inside the room, knocking on the door, before opening it in at the sound of 'come in' and smiles at his dad, running and climbing up the bed to lay beside his dad as he talks to uncle jin.
"oh, it's little tae! how's it going buddy?" jin asks, from the other side of the phone, and taehee smiles, the dimples making another appearance, before answering his uncle. taehyung looks at his son, eyes glimmering with pure love, as he thinks that he can finally spend time with his son.
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Hello 🥰 I wanna know your best stories from working in retail please!
OKAYYYYYY I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO REPLY TO THIS FOR AGES LONG. So I'm bad with remembering stuff so I won't be able to think of everything so I'll think of the ones that come to my head, they will mainly be about horrible customers lol
1: we've had ppl come in here thinking its the shop next door because we as connected and wear similar colours so ppl ask me where stuff is and the website they show me is for the other one, or ppl coming up to me to ask about where to return something to see the item has a big sticker with the other shops name on it and tell them its next door, or they think theres only one shop and its just massive.
2: When first lockdown happend we only allowed people who came in for essentials and I had to refuse someone because he wanted to buy a background for his fish tank.
3: I've had someone who didn't believe in co vid and thought it was a conspiracy, that person really freaked me out
4: One customer wanted to return a toilet seat and for about 20 min assured herself and us she got it here, but I had worked in that department before and knew I had never seen that before, even checking the website for customer services since I was in the area, in the end she was given a number to call but when she came back in after putting it in her car apparently her bf said she got it from b&q.
5: Someone recently asked me if we sold paper to wrap fish and chips in..we do not
6: THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I'VE BEEN ASKED WHERE SOMETHING IS AND ITS BEHIND THEM ON A MASSIVE STAND OR LITERALLY BY THEIR FACE!!!
7: The anger I get over ppl who don't cover their entire faces or just don't wear one.
8: Asked a manager to talk to a couple because they were rude to me about wearing a face mask and they ended up shouting at him and were gonna sue him XD
9: We've had multiple floods....all while I'm not there. One happened hours before my shift so when I came in there was water still on the floor, the another time the day I started my holiday. We had one after builders came in and spent like over a month on it. But I think we now have monthly ppl who come in a check it and clear the pipes and the roof.
10: Have stopped ppl from stealing, such as there was a girl who for months came in and then left like 20 seconds latter but I was either by the door for customers or only saw her as she was leaving, finally stopped her a couple of weeks ago and said how I've been watching her for months and next time she comes in she pays for what she got (it was crisps) she hasn't come in since.
11: So I can also cut material like curtains and table cloth, someone asked for 20 metres of something but after I had rolled it all out it only went up to 15 so after she left I had to re roll it again ;_;
12: My only feedback I've since I've worked there was recently and they couple wrote a hand written note to the store about how well I did in helping them and it was very touching and nothing beats a hand written note :)
13: Had to help customer services because they wanted to double check a price for a customer who bought tablecloth and it came to £26 (this is the one we cut on a roll) and it was 13 per metre, he I guess assumed it was one of the £4 ones, when his wife came and he told her...she blew her lips, argring with him about how he spent 26 fucking quid, how she wants to return it and get her money back but they can't cause its policy, and how it wasn't clear where each roll has a ticket next to them and she was really angry and when we and someone tried to explain she thought we were arguing with her, she called the store later to talk to the store manager and apparently was crying and something about how they needed the money but the manager said the same thing, once its cut it can't be returned or exchanged since he saw them cut it and he picked it out, which the manager said so its not our thought its his.
And one more, 14: I once took like four pizzas home because they bought pizza as thankyou over something and by the end of the day there was so much left, and they were doing it again for the people the next day so I asked if I could take what was left since no one else was so yeah I had pizza a lot over those days XD
@chelleztjs18 you said you wanted to read them :)
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Corner Store [2]
Description: Arthur Kirkland had owned and run a corner store for the past 15 years. He is determined to go through the rest of his life with minimal change. However, when he takes notice of three high school boys, his world gets turned around as he tries to piece back his life in a way that he thinks it's supposed to be. Word Count: 2.5k+ Warnings: Obsessive behavior, underlying issues, panic attacks, divorce, OCD, I don’t know perhaps slight blood mention? Characters in Chapter: Arthur Kirkland[Britain], Francis Bonnefoy[France], Feliciano Vargas[North Italy], Lovino Vargas[South Italy], Elizabeta Héderváry[Hungary], Yao Wang[China], Roderich Edelstein[Austria]. Characters Mentioned: Matthias Nilsson[Denmark], Gilbert Beilschmidt[Prussia], Alfred Jones[USA], Peter Kirkland[Sealand], Toumas Nilsson[Finland], Kiku Honda[Japan] Ship/s Mentioned: AusHun[Elizabeta & Roderich]{Brief interaction} AU: !Corner Store AU! !Human AU!
I doubt I’m going to finish this story though haha. It was fun to write, and there was a third chapter planned to post[ perhaps I’ll post a bonus later or something], though Hetalia has been in the back of my mind with the creation of this blog. Don’t worry babsies [is that the plural form of babs?] Mod Ioten will post BSD stuff soon lol
Despite the disruption in peace yesterday, Arthur opened the store with a smile on his face. Francis followed shortly, clocking in while Arthur was eating his morning sandwich and drinking his first cup of tea of the day. “Bonjour mon ami!” Francis hummed, walking in from the back.
“Did Alfred get home okay?” Arthur couldn’t help but ask, blowing on his tea before taking a sip.
Francis’s eyes softened, and he looked down at the coffee in his hand. “Yes, he is alright. Merci Arthur for allowing him to wait here with his friends. I will have to call Matthias’s guardian to share my thanks as well.”
Arthur coughed a little bit, choking on his tea a bit. “I-It’s no big deal,” Arthur got out through coughs. “I would want someone to do the same for my own son if the same situation arose with him.”
The Frenchman looked up in surprise, “You have a little boy as well?”
Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a small Christmas photo taken last year. “His name is Peter, Alfred acts quite a bit like him,” He chuckled, handing it to Francis.
“He’s a beautiful boy…” Francis mumbled, looking over the photo. “Is this your wife?” He asked, pointing at the woman who held her hair neatly in a partial ponytail.
Arthur looked away awkwardly, “Oh- uh. Yes. Peter is much closer to her than me.” He didn’t really want to discuss any more of it, so he attempted to change the subject. “Are you close with Alfred? He talks about you a lot.”
“He talks… about me?” Francis seemed shocked. A spark lit inside, and these eyes opened wider than before.
“Does he usually not?” Arthur questioned, setting down his tea.
“Alfred at home is much more… let’s say reserved at home. He doesn’t talk much nowadays.” Francis took a drink of his beverage, turning around to begin his shift.
Arthur leaned over the counter to look at Francis going to the other side of the store. “The fruit needs to be rearranged to make it look like there’s more than we actually have!”
He waved Arthur off, and the man relaxed a little bit. Finishing up his breakfast sandwich, Arthur got up to begin sweeping the floor. There were forty-five minutes before the store had to open up; Arthur could prepare it in twenty. Thinking back to yesterday, he took note that Francis was right in that the store had an odd sour smell to it. He would never admit it though, but the itchiness in his palm crept back into his mind. He tried to rub it against the broom handle, seeking some, any relief from the result of the new revelation. However, nothing seemed to help him. In Arthur’s frustration, he stomped over to the back room. Mumbling curses to himself, he grabbed a can of air freshener and started spraying around the store.
Francis watched in bewilderment at the scene, freezing while still holding an apple. “Mon ami I do not know if it is my place to speak on your…choices. But what are you doing spraying that can like a mad man?”
“The store smells bad” Arthur mumbled, turning to the direction of Francis, getting ready to spray.
“Hey hey hey! You will poison our produce!” Francis grabbed Arthur’s shoulders, turning him around. “What is wrong with you!”
Arthur scrunched up his face when the powerful waft of fresh linen hit his nostrils. He started coughing, crouching over. “We can open a little bit later if it helps you ca-”
“No!” Arthur yelled, shooting back up. “We-” He coughed a little bit more, “We can’t afford to open later than the morning rush!”
Although it made moderate sense to Francis and was a good enough reason for him to back off, Arthur knew that wasn’t the truth. It wouldn’t be normal for him to open up the store later than 6:30 in the morning. It wouldn’t be right. “To get rid of this…aroma, may I suggest we turn on our air?” Francis suggested, and Arthur begrudgingly agreed. Francis looked on in concern as Arthur sludged over to the thermostat, turning and twisting knobbles and bobs. He knew the signs of trouble when he saw it.
Though the owner and his employee found themselves in hot water in the morning, that didn’t stop Arthur from opening up at 6:30 AM. Sitting at the counter, he sipped at his tea waiting for the customers to roll in.
A few moments later, the sound of the bell that filled him with so much joy rang; and he was filled with the euphoria that rushed over him every time a body entered. As customers filed themselves in, each one took a look at their preferred groceries. A line began to form as the first batch of customers gathered their usual items, some chatting casually with each other as they waited for Arthur to check them out.
His first customers were a pair of twins that he knew very well. The Vargas brothers, one more comfortable in the public atmosphere than the other.
“Buongiorno signore Arthur!” Feliciano set down a bag of biscotti and a sewing kit. As he bounced and made small comments of the climate of the day, his brother bashfully brought a bag of tomatoes to the counter. The twins were students who used to babysit Peter before he went off to elementary, so Arthur knew them on a more personal level than the rest of his customers. “The weather has been unpredictable lately,” Feliciano whispered, rattling his hand on the counter.
“Indeed it has,” Arthur mused, weighing the bag of tomatoes and slapping a sticker noting that it was paid on the front. “If I’m correct it’s supposed to clear up by the end of the afternoon. It’ll be a nice change of pace from all of the rain we’ve been getting.” Arthur smiled to himself as he continued the routine he’s been doing for the past fifteen years. Checking out and conversation, what more could a man need?
“Really!” Feliciano gasped excitedly and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Lovi, we can play football together then!”
His brother, Lovino, looked at him angrily. “I told you not to call me that dumbass!” He said it in a whisper, though most people around the twins could hear their conversation. Lovino jerked his arm away from his brother, who still held the excited demeanor as before.
“Your total is 12.94,” Arthur gave a polite nod to the pair as they scrambled to get their money out. With random coins and a couple of bills, their groceries were paid with exact change. “Have a nice day you boys!”
“Say hi to Peter for me! Ciao!~” The two grabbed their respective items and walked out the door, Feliciano chatting to himself while Lovino took a bite out of one of the tomatoes he had bought.
As the two walked out, the same lady who had bought his gummy bear supply walked up to the counter. She didn’t hold anything in her hand, and there wasn’t anything on the countertop either. “Hello miss, can I help you with anything today?” Despite his polite form, Arthur’s hand began to itch at the prospect of something wrong with the customer’s visit.
The young lady ducked under the counter, and Arthur leaned to see what she was doing. She was snickering to herself, and placed down the box of gummy rolls that Gilbert had purchased yesterday. She was just about to pull out her money to pay for the rolls until someone called her name, causing her to turn around.
“Elizabeta! Can you pay for this too?”
A tall, awkward man emerged from the end of the line, walking slowly up to the girl. He seemed to be in poor health, heaving with every step he took; as if just being alive took a heavy toll on him. Elizabeta sighed, taking his energy drink and cheese stick and placing it down onto the counter. “Are you okay Roderich?” She asked, reaching her hand up to caress his face as Arthur scanned their items.
“I’m fine,” He sighed, batting Elizabeta’s hand away. “Thank you for paying.” Roderich leaned into her as she got her pocket money out.
“Are you a fan of these gummies?” Arthur asked as he was halfway through scanning the 34 rolls in the box.
Elizabeta laughed, “Oh no I’m not. I have a friend who is a big fan of them though. A couple bucks to see his face when he comes to school, finding out I bought all of his favorite candies, is worth it all the way.”
Arthur smiled to himself at the childish scheme. “Well, as long as I’m getting the money for the product,” he laughed along. “Would you like separate bags?”
Elizabeta and Roderich looked at each other before Roderich turned to Arthur, replying with a short no thank you. “Very well then,” Arthur smiled, carefully placing all of the gummy rolls around the boy’s Red Bull and cheese. When the exchange of money and product finished, Arthur waved goodbye to the pair. Roderich and Elizabeta turned around to say a quick goodbye. Arthur saw them lace their fingers together, and he smiled seeing them casually walkout.
The morning rush continued with familiar faces, casual acquaintances, and the same customers who would always come in the morning. Arthur felt good, despite the incidents in the morning and yesterday afternoon.
Time seemed to fly by as he and Francis guided people into making purchases, cleaning the store in the downtime, and checking out customers. Soon enough, Francis had to leave to pick up his son from school; and Arthur was left to his own thoughts.
His mind steeped into unhealthy territory. Every single detail of his life, every single constant he thought over as he drank his tea and ate his afternoon sandwich. He smiled as he reminded himself that nothing would be changing, that everything would and could not shift.
It couldn’t happen; he wouldn’t allow it.
He thought over the boys that he’d grown fond of. A shift, maybe, but a slightly more pleasant one than the changes he’s used to. But he had thought it over, saw where they would fit in his world that never changed.
They would come in every day, that's a plus. Always ordering the same items? Even better. Then he thought further. What would happen when he would retire? What would happen when the boys graduated? What would happen when the divorce went through, and he could only see his son for three days every week?
Arthur stopped moving when his teacup was six inches from his face. He sucked his breath in, and slowly set his cup down. He felt an itch creep up into his palm, worse than all of his other incidents. He couldn’t breathe. He had to get out of such a suffocating environment. As if he was in a daze, Arthur stood up and walked towards the door. Reaching towards the sign hanging on the inside of the door, he turned it so that the ‘open’ sign faced him. He finally allowed himself to let the air in his lungs flow out. He opened the door and walked through, turning around to lock it. He scratched his hand, walking through the streets of his familiar town with a thick haze surrounding his aura.
Arthur was wandering for a while. He didn’t know how far he’d walked until he found himself at the intersection which separated the stores from the roads leading to the major highway. Turning around, Arthur found himself at his rival’s grocery. Waddling in, he kept quiet. A bell sound, different from the one he had in his store rang. The smell was completely different too.
Why was he here? Arthur couldn’t answer the question himself. He had the afternoon rush to wait for after all. However, it was too late to turn back, he’d already entered the store and caught the attention of the clerk.
“Arthur Kirkland.” He turned to the side, seeing the Chinese man that tormented his business for the past 10 years. “Come to buy something different than European product?” Yao asked, folding his arms on the counter.
“I-I…” Arthur stuttered out, not able to come up with something suitable to say. With a cocky brow raise, Yao stood up and made his way over to the unusual guest.
“If you are looking for something we have it,” Yao said proudly. “You want bowl? Soap to brighten skin? I have Kiku cut pig blood for your cooking!”
“No thank you…” Arthur moved his arm in a shooing motion.
“You walk into my grocery and say you not need any,” Yao rolled his eyes, growing frustrated with the Brit. “Why are you even here?”
Arthur stood stiff, staring at the store, at the unfamiliarity of it all. Walking off, he wandered deeper into the aisles of foreign goods. Boxes of products he’s never seen, lines of items he wouldn’t dare to carry in his store; he leaned against a shelf for support. Faintly, he could hear Yao yell a little and then give up, walking back to his counter.
Suddenly, his whole body itched, and no matter how much he tried to relieve himself, the uncomfortable sensation never ceased. His nails dug into his skin as he scratched vigorously at his palms. In addition to his discomfort, he felt skin break and a stinging feeling begin to set in. He stumbled into the next aisle, scanning the items to try and find some sense of familiarity. Boxes of medicinal tea lined the shelves, and he was comforted somewhat by the leaves he used every morning. Then he found it.
He ran towards a box that held the black tea he drank every morning and held it as if it was gold. Shaking, he palmed his pants to see if he had his wallet. He felt a wave of relief when he felt the bump in his pocket.
Arthur walked over to the counter, presenting Yao with a hesitant smile. The man behind the counter looked at him through suspicious eyes, and took the credit card Arthur held out. “What bring you to my grocery today Mr. Kirkland?” A thick Chinese accent laced the man’s tone. Arthur found it funny that the long ponytail that Yao held his hair in swayed whenever he spoke.
“A-” Arthur found his throat to be unusually dry. “A change of pace is good sometimes.”
Yao didn’t reply, only humming as he handed back the card, giving Arthur his tea in a plastic bag.
Quickly, Arthur bid Yao goodbye and ran towards his own establishment. While the itchy feeling never went away, the dryness in his throat sure did with the enormous amount of tea he drank when he got back.
He almost forgot to turn the open sign back around before sitting down at the counter. Everything was okay, Arthur told himself. All he had to do was wait for the afternoon rush.
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SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER VERSE
MOVIE REVIEW
(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)
June 27th, 2019 the year of our Lord (whichever one that may be) I watch a spectacular movie that I can truly say that the awards won were well deserved. Spider-Man was the first superhero I can truly say I looked up too and he’s super duper awesome my dudes. I plan on rewatching the movie again so I can complete this post.
Man, this post is gonna be extremely long but it’s totally worth it!
I FUCKING LOOOVVVEEE THIS INTRO MAAAAAAANNNNN!!
“With great powers come great responsibility” - UNCLE BEN
AHHHHH THEY DID THE SPIDER-MAN 3 DANCE DEAD
YOU’RE MY SUNFLOWER!!!!!!!
The love that his parents give is amazing.
I’m glad to see an ethnic spiderman its dope that he speaks Spanish and English.
I understand that Spider-man is a vigilante
“With accountability comes great accountability“ - JEFFERSON DAVIS
He didn’t have to do MILES like that lol
DEAD THAT CLASS WAS QUIET AF
AYYYEEE THE CITY IS BUMPIN’ TONIGHT!!!!!
LOL MILES needs to get his face off that window.
Ayyee black people really do that stuff with that chill talkin’ being all smooth and shiiii ROFL
OOFFF
AHHH SHIT IT’S GOING DOWN WITH THE GRAFFITI AND THE SPIDER
SPIDER BITE
LMFAO BOOP!
Damn his roommate just loves to study.
That is a lot of sweat tho
“I’M A MAN.“ - MILES
Haircut looks cool though if you ask me.
“EVERYONE KNOWS!” - MILES
“WOAH SHE’S TALL” - MILES
PETER droppin’ bops huh??
OOOO THAT LANDING WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was some freaky shit when that spider glitched though. It kinda turned into a thriller movie for a minute.
DAAAMMMNNN a normal person would be dead
“Stanton Island maybe but not Brooklyn!” - PETER
You better catch him!!!
he better not say you only get one of th…….. AAAHHHHH HE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!
PROWLER got a lot of balls flyin’ up on him like that.
WILSON FISK IS TOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG!!!!!!!
Dang, these glitches remind me of when Vanellelope has hers. (I think her name is spelled wrong but it’s whatever at this point.)
You know whenever people make promises they sometimes are hard to keep.
WTF HE’S BLONDE!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST KILLED… AHHHHHHH
ROFL “Yeah I think it’s a BANKSY.” - BYSTANDER
RIO is the sweetest mom ever.
PETER should not have gone out that way! MAAAAANNNNNN
STAN LEE R.I.P
Boy, you better not jump off that building that black in you bette… LOL, HE TOOK HIS ASS RIGHT BACK DOWN!
damn, he messed up the hard-drive.
Aww, I love that ominous blue and red lighting… good symbolism.
PETER B. PARKER
Spider-Man for the last 22 years
blah blah blah workin’ hard and fallin’ in love
15 years past
buried Aunt May
Split up with MJ
Seahorses mate for life
“Could you image a seahorse seeing another seahorse… and then making it work.” - PETER B PARKER
pizza is life
YEAH, THAT BLONDE SHIT THREW ME FOR A LOOP TOO!
“Adios” - MILES
DAAAMMMNN he didn’t have to do PETER B like that!
“Looks like a child dressed like spider-man dragging a homeless corpse behind a train.” - POLICE OFFICER
Aye, I fuck with the song that was being played through that guy’s headphones even though I don’t even know what it was.
“Why is your body another shape” - MILES damn that’s fucked up
GOOODDDDDAMMMMN THAT GLITCH FUCKED HIM UP!
These fucking sweatpants man
“DON’T PLAY WITH ME.“ - MILES (black people love that line lol)
“You good with that Spider-Man?!“ - MILES
“In my universe, this place closed 6 years ago. I don’t know why.” - PETER B PARKER (Probably because the restaurant has a C rating)
Was lowkey waiting for a roach to crawl across something
I LOVE THIS SONG!
“Spider-Man doesn’t wear a cape.” - MILES (He doesn’t wear sweatpants either)
How tf did WILSON FISK get his BIG ASS INTO THAT CAR?!?!?!
lol his booty jiggled a bit hehehehehe
hold up this chick sound like Jessie from Toy Story…
WOAH either she a freak or she likes pushing people
“And I for one can’t wait to watch.” - DR. OC (WTF DID SHE JUST SAY!!)
LOL, HE HIT ‘EM WITH THE ‘HEY’.
Aww, they’re having a bonding moment!
GWEN STAC(E)Y UP IN THIS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last 2 years
Joined a band
Saved her dad
Couldn’t save her PETER PARKER
Doesn’t do friends to save herself feeling.
Oh, we’re getting a little WILSON FISK flashback.
Damn, why is she driving so fast…
Something like that was bound to happen I’m sorry to say.
This dude really got some board shoulders.
SPIDER PEOPLE
Why does PETER B PARKER have on two different types of shoes?
BRUH AUNT MAY CAME FOR HIM!
DAAAANNNGG AUNT MAY THUGGIN’ HUH!?!?!?!?!
TRIGGERED
DEAD AUNT MAY has “HELLO MY NAME IS …” cards
“Wherever I go, the wind follows.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR
BRUH JOHN MAOULNEY
SPIDER-MAN NOIR
Year: 1933
Job: Private Eye
Likes: Drinking egg creams and fighting Nazis (A LOT)
“Sometimes I let matches burn down to my fingertips just to feel something anything.”
PENI PARKER SPIDER
Year: 3145
Has a psychic link with a spider that lives inside of her father’s robot.
Lost her father
BEST BUDS FOR LIFE
SPIDER-HAM
PETER PORKER
Bitten by a radioactive pig
Photographer for the Daily Beagle
Usually, when he’s not working like a dog he chasing a story
Likes to frolic and dance while doing it in his pants.
SAD FACE EMOJI
if stitch had a glitch lol
PETER B PARKER really puttin’ MILES on blast.
STOP FUCKING CROWDING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!
This movie is back on their spooky ooky shit
Damn only if he knew his uncle was the PROWLER...
LOL, THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!!!
RUN BOY RUN THIS WORLD ISN’T MEAN FOR YOU!
BRUH PENI’S FACE!!!
“This is a pretty hardcore origin story.“ - SPIDER-MAN NOIR
“We don’t pick the ballroom we just dance.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR
OOOFFF WHEN AUNT MAY SAYS TAKE IT OUTSIDE SHE MEANS IT!
Of course, MILES dad is on the way
OH, SHIT SHOW HIM YOUR FUCKING FACE!!!
OH, FUCK!!!!!!
How the fuck you gonna be flying around without some type of bulletproof vest. DAMN SMH
Man, a kid should not be seeing someone die right in front of them.
JEFFERSON didn’t deserve to find his brother that way.
I’m glad they’re having a heart to heart to him. But that room is too small
“MILES the hardest part about this job is that you can’t save everyone“ - SPIDER-HAM
“Do animals talk in this dimension because I don’t want to freak him out.“ - SPIDER-HAM
Let the bodies hit the floor.
“A leap of faith” - PETER B PARKER
At least his dad came by to speak to him.
He had that boy fucked up again!
AUNT MAY A THUG BRO!!!!
THIS SONG IS GETTIN’ ME HYPED UP AND I’M NOT EVEN IN THE FUCKING MOVIE!
Man them taking the bus is really killin’ me
Bruh the waiter
ROFL
BATTLE ROYALE BABY!!!!
YEAH MILES
“Do you have a problem with cartoons?!?!” - SPIDER-HAM
PENI I’m sorry to say but your BUD FOR LIFE is gone.
MILES is a smooth criminal!!
WILSON FISK BIG MAD!!
I find it so cool that each time they jumped back into the portal it was reflected off of them.
ROFL “That’s all folks” “Is he allowed to say that legally?”
WILSON FISK always tryin’ to hurt somebody damn!
NOBODY TOOK YOUR FUCKING FAMILY BITCH THAT WAS YOU! IF YOU TRULY KNEW YOUR WIFE YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN THAT SHE DIDNT GET JIGGY WITH THAT SHIT PERIOD!
THE SHOULDER TOUCH
MILES did that (with help of course)
C-Mobile = T-Moblie hehehehehehe
BRUH HE DID WILSON FISK DIRTY!!!
MILES MORALES
SPIDER-MAN for 2 days
Finally, finished his essay
Saved a lot of people
Spent time with his father
Got hit by a drone as well
Had a proper meeting with his roommate
Slapped his sticker where his dad won’t find it
Will always remember his friends.
“Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before I hope you know that now.“ SPIDER-MAN (MILES)
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Y’ALL THERE WAS A GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM! Everything and I mean EVERYTHING! So thankful I was able to salvage a little bit of it back. I really do wish I was able to get what I said at the end because I meant it. :(
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EDIT: I was fast forwarding through the movie to get it off of my “continue watching” list and I discovered something at the end! So I’ll be making a bit of an edit. (This is a reminder that you need to ALWAYS STAY AT THE END OF EVERY MARVEL! (smh I made a rookie mistake))
James Blake has such an amazing voice
MEANWHILE IN NUEVA YORK
“I was gone for less than 2 hours.” - MAN
THE BEST LESS 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE!
oooo the man’s name is MIGUEL
Earth ‘67
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH THE MEME THE MEME!!!!!!!!!!
“How dare you point at me!” - SPIDER-MAN
#spiderman#spideman into the spider verse#miles morales#peter parker#peter b parker#gwen stacy#spiderman noir#spiderwoman#aaron davis#spiderham#peni parker#mary jane watson#green goblin#shameik moore#jake johnson#mahershala ali#nicholas cage#marvel#marvel comics#marvel superheroes#chris pine#doctor octopus
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I had so much fun writing my first kid fic with the help of my beta, @heartthrobphilly and basing it off of @bluevlvvt ’s artwork (the link above!) —— Word count: 2.6k Prompt: Phil offers to drive his friends daughter (lola) to her ballet lesson. he runs into a cute dad with his daughter rosie. he offers to drive lola to her ballet lessons every week after that. (slow plot development lol) Warnings: light cursing, angst —— It’s 3:02pm as Phil waits outside of Brookside Elementary School. According to Ian, Lola usually exits through this door and waits to be retrieved from the playground. So far, there’s no sign of the little blonde girl playing outside.
A shout of “Uncle Phil!” catches his attention and he turns around to the soccer pitch just in time to see the kindergartener running at him, embracing him in a hug when they collide. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m taking care of you tonight, remember? Your dad has a big business dinner, and your mom is in Wolverhampton for her job, yeah?”
“Ohhhhh, I just thought Grandma would be taking care of me again,” the six year old explains, not seeming particularly fussed.
“C’mon, let’s head home.”
Two hours later when Phil suggests they order Chinese to the brick house, Lola quickly shuts his craving down. “Uncle Phil, we can’t have Chinese tonight, Thursdays are always Kraft Dinner nights, dummy!”
“Hey Lola, are you done with your dinner? You have ballet soon and still need to get ready!” Seeing Lola’s face that has a bit of the cheesy noodles left on it from quickly scarfing down her meal, Phil grabs a paper towel from the roll on the kitchen counter.
“Yeah! Do you have my leotard?” Phil grabs the light green leotard out of the overnight bag that Lola had brought along, handing it to her with the napkin, (“Lols, you’re a mess!”) her slippers, and a pair of tights.
The drive to the Portner Ballet Studio takes about 15 minutes, with Phil accidentally hitting every red light possible. This causes Lola some distress, claiming that the five minutes she has before class “isn’t enough to talk to Rosie, and she’s the only nice one there that I like.”
Nevertheless, when the raven-haired man and his favorite “niece” enter the building, a small girl with fluffy brown hair immediately runs up to Lola and hugs her. “Rosie, this is my Uncle Phil!
“Lola! You’re finally here! Daddy said you might not be coming today because you’re normally here before me,” the brunette pauses, “but you’re here now, see, Daddy? I told you she would come!”
Phil is frozen. The man who walks up behind Rosie is the most beautiful person Phil has seen, and that’s saying something, considering that Chris Hemsworth exists. But no, the curly brown fringe, hazel eyes, tall, lanky stature, and his soft face (not to mention his monochrome aesthetic and “best dad in the world” travel mug) easily outrank even the likes of Thor.
“Um, hey?” Phil is snapped out of his trance, needing to be able to respond to the greeting. “You’re Lola’s uncle?”
“Well, um, sort of? I’m really good family friends with Lola’s dad, and so I’m kind of an unofficial uncle to her.” Had he been responding to anything else, Phil probably would’ve stuttered, but the number of times he’s had to explain the title makes it so he can explain perfectly, even in front of someone this stunning.
“I’m- I’m Dan.” The two men glance over at the young girls who are chattering animatedly.
“Oh, yeah, Phil Lester.” Dan holds his hand out for a handshake.
“Rosie’s my daughter,” he says quietly, but there’s no mistaking the fondness he has when he says it.
“I can tell, she looks just like you, without the black and white.”
“Oh, I guess we do? My parents keep saying she looks like, um, Angie-” Dan’s voice decrescendos as he gets further along his sentence.
“Angie … is Rosie’s mom?”
“Oh, um, yeah.” Phil’s heart drops.
“Cool.” Not cool. Dan has a wife. Dan had a kid. With his wife.
“Have you got any kids?” Dan asks, a light blush still visible across his cheeks.
“Ah, no, I didn’t have time to find someone in Uni and now I’m single with 2 masters degrees.” Phil unconsciously plots a way to make himself seem more interesting.
“What are they in?” Dan asks, looking genuinely curious.
“I got my first one in English language and linguistics, and my second in post-production editing.”
“What do you do with those? How do they fit together?”
“I’m a special effects engineer for Disney, and they don’t really fit together to be honest,” Phil pauses, “although I do make YouTube videos and that kind of meshes them together,”
“Wow, um, cool,” Dan stutters.
“So what about you?”
“Huh?”
“What’s your job, besides ‘best dad in the world’?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m stupid.” Phil giggles, thinking of how his father would reply with ‘Hi stupid, I’m dad!’. “But I’m a writer for Vogue and I dabble in fashion photography. It’s mainly just taking photos of Rosie if I’m being honest, but the photographers sometimes get sick and I end up doing the shoot.”
“Vogue? Like, the fashion magazine?” Phil doesn’t know much about fashion, but he’s seen the magazine numerous times in the Tesco checkout lane.
“Yeah, well, technically it’s British Vogue, but…”
“Yeah.”
There’s a calm but slightly awkward silence as the conversation loses direction. The two men avoid eye contact, not wanting to make it worse.
The silence is broken by Dan’s tenor voice. “So what films have you worked on?”
“I got to work a bit on Spiderman: Homecoming, but the Live-action Beauty and the Beast was pretty fun. You know the scene where the gold leaf comes off of the ceiling to go on Belle’s dress?” When Dan nods, Phil breaks out into a grin. “That was me.”
“Wow.” Dan breathes out. “After she saw that, she kept trying to put stickers on her ceiling in the hopes that they would transfer to her shirt. It was a nightmare.”
“Ah, sorry.”
“Nah mate, it was kind of funny as well. I’ve got a few photos that I’ll save for when she graduates.”
“She’ll love that,” Phil chuckles, and the deep, throaty sound makes Dan’s heart stutter. “So you’re into fashion?”
Dan blushes. “Yeah? I mean I can’t really afford any designers, but I’ll turn into a fanboy at times.”
“Why do they charge so much? Like, half of the suits these designers make look identical to something I could buy from a department store for thousands of dollars less.”
“Well, a lot of designers carefully hand-make every piece, whereas the stuff you get in a store has probably been made by a pre-programmed machine and poorly paid workers in a factory. There’s also differences in fabric types, quality, and origins. And, a lot of designers will tailor the suit to perfectly fit you for a slightly higher price. If you go to a department store-”
“I see what you mean when you say you turn into a fanboy, but thank you for the mini lesson on why celebrities are willing to spend so much money on a navy tux. Your insights are amusing.” Phil grins.
“Did you also know that navy suits are better investments than black ones? It’s because the blue fits into so many more settings than a black one.”
While Phil could watch Dan talk about his passions for hours, just watching and memorizing how the lines change across his face, and God, that dimple, Phil supposes his relentless staring would get a bit creepy. “So what are the ballet lessons like? I’ve only been to a few of Lola’s performances.”
“Oh, um, well, they spend the first 20 minutes warming up, and then they move to the barre where they practice a bunch of stuff that’s in French that I can’t remember, and then they start to go over the routine for their next performance.”
“What is it?”
“What?”
“Their next performance?”
“Yeah! Sorry, I’m stupid,” Dan blushes for what must be the fiftieth time since he first met Phil. “The studio is putting on The Firebird.”
“No! Um, I mean, you’re not stupid. I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with The Firebird. What is it about?” Phil has heard the name before, but only in the context of movie scores resembling Stravinsky’s composition. “It sounds kind of intense, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, um, I don’t know much, but from what Rosie’s told me, the firebird gets caught by a prince and when he lets her go she helps him defeat the magician to save some princess, but I’m pretty sure I’m missing like half of the plot. I would say to just Google it and not to go by my word,” The nervous laughter emitted by Dan makes Phil instantly worry that he might have made the brunet uncomfortable or misread Dan’s friendliness as a blossoming friendship when it might have been a ploy to gather gossip for the nosy ballet moms.
“Thanks, I think I’ll trust you on that.” Dan offers a small smile at Phil’s response, letting the two men fall into silence as they watch the group of young girls and 3 boys practice their pliés and dégagés. An hour and a half later, the children exit the studio and find their guardians to go home.
“It was nice meeting you, Phil,’’ Dan admits as Rosie and Lola exchange a goodbye hug. The six words send Phil’s heart into overdrive and he feels his cheeks heating up.
“Yeah, you too, Dan,” Phil replies, proud of himself for not tripping over his words. Looking back, Phil’s whole interaction was impressive, considering his track record of ending up injured in some way.
Last time, Phil wound up with a broken ankle, having paid more attention to the cute digital renderer than the set of stairs they were walking down. It wasn’t all for nothing, though, Phil having gained the cute man’s phone number. Not that that did much for his love life, finding out two days that the boy he had his eyes on was dating the very female gaffer of their most recent movie, but that’s not the point.
This time, nothing will happen, because a) Phil dropping Lola off at ballet was a one time thing, so most likely, he’ll never see Dan again, and b) Dan has a daughter, who is his genetically, which means he has (or had) a wife, all summarizing that no matter how cute the brunet is, Dan is straight.
Not that Phil’s brain will accept that Dan is off-limits as a possible partner. Over the next few days, the image of soft brown eyes, curly fringes, and lanky limbs continuously make appearances in the back of Phil’s head. The very effective distractions cause Phil’s co-workers to worry, and PJ’s repetitive “have you been sleeping okay?”s have driven Phil to the point of insanity.
The answer to PJ’s question is quite easily “no”, Phil having only slept well once that week (he refused to admit it but that was the night that he got off to the image of a faceless figure who looked suspiciously like the boy who wouldn’t leave his head.)
By Wednesday, Phil was fed up with his brain’s reaction to not having seen Dan since the previous Thursday. Pulling out his phone, he does the only thing he can think of to satisfy his hungry mind. He calls Ian.
“Phil? Do you need something?” is the answer he gets when Ian finally picks up.
“No, um, I was just wondering, would you like me to take Lola to ballet again tomorrow?” Phil looks at the lines he had written down on a notepad, an effort to keep himself from going into a 20-minute rant about how in love with Dan he is.
“Sure, I guess? Why are you offering?”
“Just thought that you and Pam could use a break,”
“Oh, okay then, thanks! Same as last week?”
“Sure! Talk to you later!”
Phil’s convinced that his squeal of excitement was the reason that the people who lived across the street turned their lights on and not the fact that their smoke detector went off. He probably set that off too, in hindsight. And caused the stove fire.
23 hours later, Phil finds himself standing inside the dance studio again, surrounded by shrieking kids, chattering parents, and the faint sound of the top 20 radio playing in the background.
“Mister Phil! Where’s Lola?” Rosie pulls on Phil’s sleeve, stopping when she sees her best friend walk out of the bathroom.
“Why, Miss Rosie, she’s right there!” Rosie giggles, pulling out of a hug with Lola.
“I know that now, silly.” She and Lola run into the studio, eager to get to do the optional partner stretches before class starts.
“Are you Lola’s father?” A woman dressed in a skirt suit and heels walks up behind Phil.
“Oh, no, I’m just a family friend. I occasionally take Lola to ballet to give her parents some alone time.”
“Ah.” The woman sticks her hand out for a handshake. “I’m Angela Wright, Rosie’s mom.”
Had there been a small creature under it, Phil’s heart would have killed it from the speed at which it fell. He knew that Rosie had a mom, that Dan had a wife, that Dan wasn’t available. So why did it still hurt so much?
“Oh, cool,” Phil responds a moment later, his voice considerably deflated.
Phil’s unspoken question is answered right as it pops into is head. “Dan contracted the flu, and is stuck at home in bed, which is why I’m here this week. I’m normally responsible for taking Rosie to taekwondo while he takes care of ballet lessons, but that evidently won’t work this week. Honestly, it’s just like Dan to get a winter disease in the middle of summer.”
“I was going to ask about setting up a playdate between Rosie and Lola, but…” Angie trails off.
“Yeah,” Phil nods in understanding, not liking this woman any more than he did a minute ago. “I’m gonna go sit down.” No response comes from the woman, but Phil’s not particularly bothered.
Maybe he should be nicer to the wife of the man he’s stupidly trying to woo, but he just can’t. How is he supposed to be nice to his competition, who’s already clearly won?
When he vaguely notices the ballet instructor make a big motion with her arms, Phil decides that watching a group of five and six year olds is an adequate distraction from the turmoil in his brain. After 10 minutes of watching the kids do various tasks, jumping and prancing around the room, he zones off.
“Uncle Phillll, come onnnnnnn!” wakes Phil from his trance, no longer seeing the ballet students in the studio but now milling around the lobby and leaving. “Class ended like, forever ago! Can we leave? I wanna go get ice cream!”
A quick look at the clock told Phil that class had only ended 5 minutes ago, but to an antsy six-year-old, he supposed that could feel like an eternity.
“Lola, we aren’t getting ice cream. I’d rather not have your parents be mad at me for loading you up on sugar, right?” The small girl pouts but grabs Phil’s hand, dragging him to the car.
While it was easy getting Lola into her car seat, getting her out was a whole other task. It took Phil, Ian, Pamela, a blanket, 2 stuffed animals, and a lullaby to successfully remove the sleeping child out of the carseat, into the house, and onto her bed where she could sleep without interruption.
Once he was back in his car, Phil sat in the driveway, resting his head on the steering wheel, regretting ever offering to take Lola to dance lessons at all. Remember back in college when all those crushes were single? You fucked up, bud.
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Yesterday was a good ass day for networking at the expo!!!
I tattooed the shop girl of another studio from Reno and ended up going to dinner w the whole crew / and then mobsssssss of tattooers came to the brewery and we all completely filled that place up. The waitresses were so stoked lol they get tipped FAT by happy n busy n drinkin tattooers. YOOOO one of the artists I was eating dinner with randomly name dropped the fucking married guy that used me to cheat on his WIFE and I was like bruh lemme tell y’all a quick story fuCK that fucking guy and then we made fun of him. An artist from my first licensed shop was there at the brewery walkin by me and we gave each other a nod as he passed (which is cool / more than I expected bc his baby mama who also worked w us haaaaates me but that’s ok he didn’t I spose). I think it was a “I respect u” nod bc his baby mama saw me at the con and tried to avoid my eyes but I looked her in the face and smiled til she did it back. Lmao. Binch. They’re the ones who accidentally helped me blow up locally, bc they walked out n quit one day and all of their extra clients turned into mine and suddenly I had the workload of 3 tattooers in my lap instead of just me. Waaay back in the day aw :,) AND two cute ass tattooer dudes that I was like “!!” about both walked up to my booth and introduced themselves and that felt gr8. Along with a ton of other people?! Just wanting to meet me and my boss? It was rad. I hustled so many packs n prints and shook so many hands (ew). Got like 4 designs reserved from my flash who are gonna come up to pdx to get tattooed. Almost fought a bitch for taking pictures of my flash book. Got tipped in weed and stacks AND stance socks 😭 I’m a happy hoe, I can get my dentures done so soon now!
Caught up with one of my homies from Philly for a few min when we were miraculously NOT tattooing at the same time and he gave me a hug and took a healed pic of my arm. Stopped by a local friends booth and he was talkin me up big time so I gave him a sticker pack.
Can’t wait to see what happens today! One tapout sesh and then I might take a walk up or two depending on the time. Then loading up and driving the fuck home!!! To my kitties!!
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Supernatural Rewatch
Season 1 Episode 12 “Faith”
Plot/Summary: Dean gets severely hurt while on a hunt with Sam resulting in a fatal diagnosis at the hospital. Unable to accept it, Sam searches for alternatives and ultimately decides to take Dean to see a so-called faith healer. Despite his outright skepticism, Dean is chosen and healed, but a suspicious occurrence during the experience leaves Dean questioning whether the Reverend’s practices were pure. Sam and Dean investigate and the more they dig, the more they realize that faith and the Reverend aren’t doing the healing. They soon discover that it’s Rev. Roy’s wife, Sue Ann, who is harnessing dark magic and forcing a reaper to do her bidding; taking the lives of those she deems immoral in order to heal those in the congregation. Sam and Dean race to stop her, even if that means hindering the healing of a new friend.
Do we ever find out what kind of monster they hunted in the beginning of this episode? I know the focus was supposed to be on Dean’s faith and the reapers, but I don’t ever remember learning the kind of monster that was.
Dean says he wants “this rawhead extra crispy” when Sam asks about the voltage of the weapons. Is that just Dean calling the monster a name or is that what those are called?
We know that nurse. You can’t trick us Hannah lol. I know that Supernatural loves to reuse extra’s as characters later on, but I wonder if in some world, angel Hannah just actually took over this specific nurse’s body. Do we ever learn any background on the vessel Hannah overtook? I know the woman speaks to Cas at some point in later seasons after Hannah chooses to leave that vessel.
OPINION WARNING: This may be an unpopular opinion but please don’t drag me. Before I express my thought, please know that I LOVE Jared, I think he is a great actor and person, this means absolutely no disrespect, and also, keep in mind it is just a personal view, not fact. So now that we got that down: I think Jared’s acting was or appears to be better in earlier seasons. Or at least it seems that way. But I have a few theories/points on why it may seem like that to me. This is something I have been thinking about lately and may even make it its own post at some point.
Why did Dean want to murder the Snuggle® bear? Damn, this show and teddy bears, or stuffed objects for that matter lol
Aw, Dean trying to ease and comfort Sam (and himself I feel) with dark humor. Then he quickly gets very guarded of his emotions, ouch.
The first of the many “I’m going to die and there is nothing we can do” lines
Yo, it really hurts me that John wasn’t even going to go to Dean on his damn deathbed. If I’m missing something from later episodes that I don’t remember, please excuse the rant. The picture that’s painted of John for us is mostly through the boy’s eyes, and occasionally some other characters later on, but it never seems to be all that good. I kind of wish we had more on his side of things because I don’t like John’s image as a father.
The emotion in Sam’s voice and on his face breaks my fucking heart
Ugh, all that squishy mud. Looks fun to play in but not to walk in with dry clothes
Dean looked horrible when he came back from the hospital, but he is looking almost normal, dare I say handsome AF, talking to Layla
We know that mother too. Guess Dr. Hess moved, changed her name, and had a kid, but didn’t do too well after her daughter died and returned to the torturing.
These comments Dean made somewhat frequently in the first seasons make me uncomfortable. The one in this episode wasn’t too bad, but some of them.. whew. I mean, I understand trying to convey to the audience Dean’s character, but some of those comments just made him seem creepy. I just think they could have conveyed the same character element by using different wording.
That little face Sam made when he noticed the small cross on the table was so cute.
I just realized that we know Rev. Roy, too. I guess he got his sight back and relocated to become a butler named Phillip.
The barely-there scruff on Dean’s face is not a bad look
“I didn’t pick you Dean, the Lord did”. If only he knew how true that was.
Mrs. Burke is NOT liking that Dean was chosen
“I’m not exactly a believer. “You will be, son. You will be.” Again, if only he knew.
Did the show ever explain why the reaper looked like that but other reapers look like regular humans?
Sidenote: I feel like I recognize the reaper but it could just be because I’ve watched this show so many times.
I feel like Sam just really wanted to have something/someone permanent and that’s why he didn’t want to investigate initially when Dean brought it up.
Even back when I first watched this episode, Sue Ann was way too smiley for me. I always felt like she was holding back a secret with those teeth.
Since I already know how this episode goes, my question is why did Sue Ann never help heal Layla. Her and her mother went to every service before Dean and Sam arrived. Sue Ann and Roy clearly knew them by name. They even healed an old man before even trying to heal her. Why did she not help them at all before?
For having an inoperable brain tumor that would kill her in roughly six months, I’m surprised she isn’t showing any symptoms at all
Season one and two were very blueish- grey and dark. It fits with the trend of filming around that time. It kind of reminds me of Twilight.
Those stickers on Sam’s laptop crack me up.
That tarot card was beautiful. So intricate.
That slow camera span moving over the books so you notice the dust is missing in one area just as Sam realizes how dusty the shelf is.
Harnessing black magic to kill a gay teacher and a healthcare activist, how very Christian of her.
Ouch, the expressions Dean makes knowing what he’s doing to Layla
“You said it yourself Dean – you can��t play God.” But, damn, he sure can play you. (Sorry, I’m still shook from the most recent finale)
Animals have a tendency to scare Dean lol
Even though it’s terrifying how the life is being sucked out of Dean right before our eyes, the color it turned his eyes was kind of pretty.
A bitch is frightened now isn’t she.
So, did the Rev. really not know? You’re telling me he never heard her whispering in another language while the rest of the congregation silently prayed during all those healings, even though he was able to hear Dean whisper that remark while the congregation was talking? He even called out for his wife when the healing wasn’t working on Layla. Now, why would he do that? If he didn’t know, what was she going to do in that moment to help?
“Must be rough. To believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that.” OMG .. I know I keep repeating myself but If you only fucking knew Dean.
Ugh… Jensen is so pretty it hurts.
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