#just like they can tell what a shameless money grab looks like. -looks at the lion king LA remake-

[yurinaa-world]

could I request dr ratio, aventurine x reader that's like Ryo yamada from bocchi the rock? (She's like a bassist and lives with a wealthy family but never has any money because she spends it all on instruments. She occasionally eats weeds to get rid of her hunger. Despite her expressionless exterior, Ryo is an eccentric girl with a mischievous sense of humor, coming across as a person who likes to mess with others. She's fairly tactless and is happy to be called a weirdo.) Thank you!!

"𝓘𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓼"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Veritas Ratio & Aventurine x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's like Ryo yamada

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈:

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "��𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

ugh! You're like a complete and utter toddler, it’s like he’s your babysitter and your lover. He loves you, he’s, even though you almost make him sigh at your antics. The sass gets worse and more unhinged whenever you try to mess with him. 

he even goes as far as to grab the top part of your hair and shake you around a good couple of times or even rub and mess up your hair, so you start whining about it.

Did I tell you he can tell through your exterior? The way your hands move, if your eyes scrunch up or even your cheeks are a more different colour than it usually is. (He probably has all the information in a notebook and memorizes it in his head).

Watching you gaze at him, and acting so nonchalant about what you're actually doing. You should know better. All while he’s reading a book. Truly now shame in the slightest of your actions.

even when he wraps his one arm around since his hand is occupied. But that doesn’t stop him from seeing your flirty gestures and how they seem to be getting bolder and bolder by the minute. Shameless

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

mischievous? That’s utterly right up his alley of course! What’s the point in not having some little fun? There’s no point in just sitting around! He’ll do anything with you, no matter how risky it may be—as they say the higher the risk the higher the fun.

It makes it even better when it’s you, such a serious look on the outside, truthfully mischievous with pranks that people wouldn’t imagine coming from you. 

He takes good care of you for sure. No eating actual weeds—maybe fake ones replacement for the real thing to be more healthy and sustainable for you, or just something delicious, to celebrate your wins for the day, and gift along with it. Can you guess what it is?

weird. He hates that word dearly, it’s such a subjective word to describe someone like you. If you're weird then he’ll also be called that. Weird is weird, even if he wears expensive things and indulges in luxury. You can’t say it’s fine either.

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[cipheramnesia]

You can tell Alien Covenant was made by people who never left some very niche bubbles, because all of the futuristic exploration technology looks like it was designed by Apple and Elon Musk, with zero indication of regular human use or even any involvement of an actual person with technical knowledge. Also the "alien landscape" looks like pretty much any forest from the Rockies westward, leading me to believe they don't travel much or even look at pictures from other places. Plus it just shits the bed instantly opening on what's supposed to be a genius ceo, which we all know is a complete fiction.

It would work incredibly well if it was meant to be a grim satire of future capitalism, but it's pretty clear the whole thing is someone's idea of futuristic. The twenty five percent of it's that's any good is exclusively composed of material meant to remind the viewer of Alien, which comes off like "hey remember that other, better movie you liked?"

The term shameless money-grab is appropriate for this kind of movie because everyone should have been too ashamed to make it.

[burst-of-iridescent]

Hi! I love all your posts regarding atla and deep diving into Zuko and Katara's relationship-those analysis's are *chief's kiss* perfect

Anywho, I hope you don't mind me asking, but I'm guessing you heard about Bryke wanting to expand the atla universe, and will be creating a new movies, one of which, with the Gaang as adults, but as far as I know won't have any of the returning head writers like Aaron Ehasz..

so my question is: do you think there is any hope for these movies? Because to me I feel like it might just be a fully animated comic (we all know how those turned out) & just be 2 hrs of Katara and Aang saying "Sweetie" back an forth. Yes I'm still saltly

frankly? no.

and that's not even me saying it as a salty zutara shipper who doesn't want to see kat.aang as an established relationship. i doubt how good these movies are going to be because bry.ke have little-to-no understanding of their characters, especially katara and zuko, and at least since atla, haven't shown the self-awareness to hire a writer's team that can compensate for their shortcomings. i've said it before and i'll say it again: they have great, creative ideas and an excellent eye for stunning visuals and an immersive world. but when it comes to the nuances of characterization and story-building, they cannot do it on their own. lok proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt.

but more than bry.ke, these movies are also emblematic of a larger problem that i see in multiple franchises: the subordination of creative, meaningful storytelling in service to shameless nostalgia cash-grabbing. ask yourself, do we really need a story about the adult gaang? most of the main plot threads that they could've expanded on from atla have already been (mostly badly) answered in the comics: what happened to ursa, azula's potential redemption, decolonisation, industrialisation vs tradition, the founding of a new air nomad legacy, zuko's struggles as fire lord. any new story would either have to retcon previously established "canon" or put a new spin on old themes. the latter of which i severely doubt bry.ke's capability to pull off, particularly if any level of nuance is required.

atla is slowly but surely heading in the direction of star wars/harry potter/the mcu in producing new material just for the sake of making money instead of truly adding something impactful to the canon. the fact that absolutely no new atla material since the show itself has ever managed to live up to the original is proof that the franchise has no idea what it's doing.

and before someone comes at me to say that it's impossible to ever live up to the original - just take a look at the hunger games revival happening right now. the ballad of songbirds and snakes has been received so well because it isn't just a shameless cash-grab. it's a valuable contribution to the series that expands on the universe and themes of the original trilogy, giving more depth and nuance to the original books instead of detracting from them. because collins adds to the canon only when she has something meaningful to say, and for a franchise that she could have milked to absolute filth, that restraint reflects not only her integrity as a creator, but the value she places on the stories that she tells - which in turn makes her readers value and respect them as well.

and that's a lesson that i think every single storyteller should take to heart. if you want to be respected as a writer, you have to respect your characters and your stories first. because if you, the creator, don't... why should anyone else?

[katlyntheartist]

I think the Mario movie would definitely benefit from having a tie-in show due to the potential for worldbuilding, which would be a first for Illumination because I don't think they've ever made a series based on any of their movies

(I'm gonna lump these two together since they both have the same kind of question.) An Illumination Mario movie cartoon sounds great on paper. But it depends on how it's executed.

Buckle up, this is gonna be a looong post:

A Mario movie cartoon would give us the time needed to flesh out the characters and worlds a lot more than the movie did. We could have time for more bonding moments between Mario and Luigi, we could get to see more of the Mario family, Bowser's minions could do some comedic moments and we could learn more about Bowser and the other Mario villains, we can explore the Mushroom Kingdom and other kingdoms and worlds from the games, and so on and so forth.

But it depends on what kind of story Illumination would do. Would it be more like Wander over Yonder- a comedic episodic adventure that slowly builds up to an overarching story in later seasons? Would it be like Infinity Train- an mystery/ adventure that slowly reveals more about its world with each episode and takes the time to flesh out and explore characters mindset, personalities, and motivations? Or would it be like CocoMellon- a lazy, mindless, cash grab timewaster that parents can put on to keep their kids quiet. It really would depend on who Illumination would hire to direct and write the show. Someone with a passion for Mario and wants to tell a good story, or someone who only cares about profit and turning the show into nothing but a boring easter egg factory for fans.

Another deciding factor would be if Illumination would do this in 2D or 3D. Now I believe that 2D would work best for Mario. Illumination can do 2D animation well as seen in the Minions 2 movie end credits and even in the Mario movie concept art.

With a proper budget and the right creative team, a Mario movie cartoon is possible! But maybe Nintendo would be hesitant to do one because of how the 90's Super Show cartoons were. For as nostalgic as they are, no one can deny that all three of those cartoons had a laundry list of problems, as well as a budget of seven dollars and a chicken sandwich.

But I'm imagining Illumination hiring the Flying Bark Studios creative team. You know, the guys who made Rottmnt and Lego Monkie Kid!

Imagine a Mario movie cartoon done in that gorgeous art style and with the same fluid and well choreographed fight scenes as those shows. I'm already drooling at the thought, it would be so amazing!!

But knowing Illumination, they would probably do it in 3D. Now, 3D can look good in kids cartoons. 2012 TMNT, My Dad the Bounty Hunter, and Maya and the Three are proof that it can be done well and even with a cinematic quality with Maya's case. But 95% of 3D kids cartoons aren't given a proper budget and are mostly shameless cash grabs mostly made by greedy corporations trying to wring as much money from parents as they can like with Megamind Rules, Coco Mellon, SpongeBob Camp Coral, etc.

So like I said, it depends on Illuminations motivations (which would probably mostly be just money), if it's done in 2D or 3D, and the passion and love that whoever directs and writes the cartoon has for Mario and the franchise.

[what-i-call-men]

jpm fluff? <3

I Can Provide for You

James Patrick March x Reader

Warnings: mostly fluff with a hint of smut at the end

A/N: the dialogue in the beginning was inspired by a post by @taintandviolent the post is here its an AI conversation with James. i tried my best to fill in the rest of the conversation.

picture from @frankenkyle19

Your day was thus far was hell. Apparently everyone needed you to do something or another today and you finally got a moment of peace for your lunch break. Glancing at the clock, you decided now was as good a time as any to plan your night. You could always go home and make yourself some dinner and spend the night alone… or you could call James…

That was enough thought to have you picking up the phone that sat on your desk and dialing his number for his room phone. After a few rings it picked up.

“Hello?” He answered the phone and you were immediately a bit relieved from your stress.

“Good afternoon James.” You said with a smile on your face. You could almost hear him smile through the phone.

“Ah my little buttercup. How good to hear from you.” His voice hummed through the phone, almost as smooth as butter.

You grabbed the coiled cord of the phone and played with it between your fingers. “It’s nice to hear your voice.” You spoke through your end.

“Tell me, my dear, how are you?”

“I’m ok my love how are you?” You asked, hoping you hadn’t interrupted his day.

“Good good. Oh dear, I miss you.” His voice made you feel like there were a million hot butterflies swirling in your chest. It’s done that since the day you first spoke.

“I miss you too James.” You glanced up to look around your office as you awaited his words again to send shivers down your spine.

“When are you coming to see me again?” You hadn’t seen him since the week before, simply not having the time or energy to go on another date night since then. Obviously he couldn’t come to you so if you didn’t go to the hotel you couldn’t see him.

“Well I’m a bit swamped at work right now so maybe later if I’m not too spent.” You said as you looked back down to your desk where paperwork sat askew.

“Aw, little kitten, you know how I feel about you working too hard. What are you slaving away for my Darling? Money? Entertainment? I can provide you with all of that and more.” You knew James had money but you’d only been seeing each other for about a month or so. You didn’t expect him to provide anything for you yet seeing as how you two barely had time to see each other with your work schedule.

“James, I can provide for myself. I just need money.” You scoffed a bit to yourself. Not that you disliked your job. You just liked the money a bit more. Affording dinner and rent was a joy of yours.

He sighs before speaking, “Money? Surely, not that……. I’ll give you every last cent I have if it means seeing your precious face, my sweet.”

Your heart fluttered a bit… as much as this job was nice you would love to never work again. But you couldn’t just agree to letting him do that. “James, I can’t-“ He cut you off.

“I said I’d give you all you need.” The tone in which he spoke was so commanding and so hot. You had to give in a little bit.

“All I need?” You said back flirtatiously. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave his body. It’d been about a week since you’d seen him and you did miss his touch.

He caught on to your hinting and you swear you could hear his smirk through the phone. “Oh you saucy little minx you. Of course.”

“So I could have you to myself all night?” You asked and glanced up to make sure none of your coworkers were near your office. God it would be so embarrassing if they heard you like this, but that wouldn’t stop you from talking to James.

“Ah. I can give you that for as long as you like. All night and well into the early morning hours.” James’ shameless flirting back was starting to warm up your body, making you want to accept his proposal even more.

As you felt your face heat up you caught some movement outside your door for your office, one of your coworkers began his walk towards your desk. “Well I’d like to see you later then. I might be able to pencil you in for tonight.” You responded to James. He chuckled on the other end of the phone.

“Oh you do? Well, all we need for that to happen is…” God you loved and hated how commanding he was in conversation. It was so attractive yet you're still in your workplace and have to keep professional.

“Is for me to be there and not at work.” You said quietly as your coworker approached your door.

“That’s right, good girl, for you to be here.” James almost purred into the phone. You really were putty in his hands.

You took a deep breath. “Then I will be there tonight.” You said and acknowledged your coworker who was now waiting outside your door.

“I’ll expect you here by 6 pm sharp.” James said and you picked up your pen, pretending to write an appointment down in your personal planner.

“I’ll try to get out of the office. It’s just that-“ You tried to be realistic about the fact your boss usually expected you to pull some late overtime hours.

James cut off your thoughts. “Don't be late my little hummingbird.” God his tone was so commanding you had no other option to oblige with a hum.

“I’ll be there at 6 sharp” You said and nodded to yourself, as if you were talking to a client, all to save face for your coworker.

”Until then… Goodbye.” James stated and you said your own goodbye before hanging up the phone. Your coworker took this as an invite to fully walk into your office now. He sat at the other side of your desk.

“You didn’t hear this from me but the big wigs are making budget cuts and they’re thinking of cutting your department. That Cortez account isn't as big of an addition as we’d hoped. If I were you I’d probably get your affair in order and look in the help wanted ads in the paper.” He said quietly, looking over his shoulder in case the bosses were around.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at the stack of papers on your desk. “How could they fire the department that does so much work? I have barely had a moment to breathe since I clocked in.”

“Well they already canned Jim, Mark and George in the past week. It’s really only us left.” He said and you let out a large sigh, James’ offer starting to ring in your mind. You waved off your coworker and as soon as he stood up your boss rounded the corner and walked straight towards your door.

And just like that you were picking up your paperwork and stuffing it back into its folders and picking up your personal items. Sure a couple tears fell, this wasn’t a bad job. Walking out with your box in hand, you went home.

Sitting on your couch, way earlier in the day than you had intended, you stared at today's paper on your counter, the wanted ads staring back at you. Next to it sat your telephone, James’ number on a small piece of paper next to it, written in his beautifully curled handwriting.

Reaching forward you grabbed the paper, glancing over it and seeing if anything caught your eye. You barely noticed you were dozing off until your phone rang, suddenly waking you. You blinked and yawned as you reached forwards to grab the phone, glancing over to your clock as you answered. “Hello?” You tried not to sound tired.

“I thought you’d still be at work, but when I called they said you had gone home. You usually call me before you leave work.” James’ voice was very matter-of-fact yet you could tell there was concern laced with the words.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I left in a hurry.” You said, not really caring to elaborate much otherwise you might get more upset.

“Oh darling… You’ll still be here for dinner, correct?” He asked and you hummed a yes in response. Seeing as it was already past 4:30 you’d have to get ready quickly. “Well then I’ll see you at 6 my sweet.” You agreed and said a quick goodbye as you heard a knock at your door.

Walking over your landlord was standing there… you forgot to pay your rent. And your final warning on late payments was last month. She simply handed you a 14 day notice and said little to nothing else.

You tried your hardest to get ready for James, your makeup wouldn’t cooperate quite as you’d like, and your nice clothes all felt too uncomfortable. You had half a thought that you could cancel with James. But his words rang in your head and you realized how much you’d prefer to just be in his arms than alone and wallowing in self-pity.

You mustered up a presentable enough outfit and shoved your notice in your purse so you could read over it as soon as you had chances. With that you sped off to The Hotel Cortez. As soon as you got there you were greeted by the woman at the front desk. You were a bit early so what harm could a quick drink at the hotel bar do?

As you sat at the bar you pulled out your notice and read over it, dread filling your chest as you very quickly downed your drink. As soon as you placed down your now empty drink you felt a presence behind you. You turned around and saw James way too close to your shoulder… so close you almost hit him with your nose.

He was staring at the paper in your hand. You quickly folded it up and shoved it back into your pocket. “Hello dear.” You said and went to hug him, pretending you weren’t so upset might actually make you feel better. He went unwavering though. Obviously he had seen it.

“Is this why you left work so early?” He asked, arms not wrapping back around you yet.

You swallowed and tried to hold back your tears of frustration from the day. “No, actually they laid off my whole department today, that's why I left early.” You said as a tear fell from your eye and you pulled away from the one sided hug. He reached up gently and wiped the tear from your face.

“Oh my darling… let’s get you back to my room.” He said and guided you towards his room. The walk was pretty quiet until you got there, mostly you trying to keep yourself from sobbing on the walk. “Here we are my sweet little buttercup.” He said and took your coat from your shoulders.

Dinner sat at the table, still warm. You went to sit at your end, but he stopped you and called for Ms. Evers to move your table setting next to his. She did as told and you just turned to lay your now sobbing face against his shoulder, definitely getting him wet.

“Oh My darling, let’s wipe those tears and get you something to eat. Then we can have a little chat.” He said and took out his crisp white handkerchief and dabbed it on your cheeks to dry your tears a bit before taking you by the hand and walking you to your seat. He pulled out your chair for you and you started picking at your food as soon as he sat down.

You know he didn’t really need to eat, but he would never let you eat alone. As you ate he sat back in his seat a bit. “Darling, I really think it’s time we spoke about this arrangement. I want you to know I meant every word earlier. I will provide for you… anything you want for the rest of our eternity together.”

You stared at your plate as he spoke, your leg shaking with the stress that has been on you all day. “Oh James…” You said collecting your thoughts. “We’re barely even officially dating and you’re asking me to live with you.” Yeah it wasn’t entirely uncommon seeing as your cultures were only a couple decades apart, however you were an independent person and a sudden change from that would be hard for you.

“Darling in my time it wasn’t uncommon to learn your spouse's name days before the wedding.” You sighed at his comment… if you had a religious enough family it was still a thing. “Dearest…”

This time you cut him off. “Fine. But you have to let me at least help out around here.” You said. You know you’d hate to feel useless.

“Oh my sweet, I’m sure you can help me in many ways.” He leaned towards you and lowered his voice as she spoke. There wasn’t anyone else here but he knew how much his voice drove you crazy. You felt like this was the first time you’d smiled all day.

“Oh really? How can I help you then James?” You asked, feigning ignorance as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“How about you come sit on my lap while we figure it out?” He offered, moving his own chair back and reaching for your hand. You stood and took his hand, letting him help you onto his lap. His arms now wrapped around your waist and yours around his shoulders.

You pressed a couple small kisses to his lips before he pulled you forwards a bit more so your lips would stay against his, your hips having moved from his thighs to right above his own hips. His hands moved down your back to your thighs. “Oh my darling, I think I know just the way for you to help me out.” He said and grabbed your hips, rolling them against his now growing member in his pants.

He quickly stood up, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his body as he carried you towards his bed. He laid you back on it gently. No one would ever believe you if you told them how gentle he was. He was not a very gentle man when it came to anyone, but you were his exception, his delicate flower.

His hands grazed up your legs as he pushed his lips against yours again. “You can be my dessert.” He whispered against your lips, before his fingers met your hips under your dress. His fingers slipped under your panties and slid. Them down your thighs. You watched him dive between your thighs, pressing a few small kisses to the place you needed him the most.

You let your head roll back as he devoured you like you were his last meal. You really could get used to this, being here with him every night, him adoring you and doting on you. Maybe this is just the best situation to come out of you horrible day- The man who adored you nestled between your legs and telling you how in love he was with you.

Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be bad…

[greeneyedsigma]

Having talked about Sandman, allow me to tell you about how I imagine Frost. Female Frost specifically, because whenever a game gives me a faceless pair of arms, I tend to project myself onto them...and I am a shameless genderbender, lol. This is going to be another long one.

Sergeant Deena "Frost" Westbrook

33 years old

Pale skin, pale blonde hair and white/blue eyes. One of the two reasons people call her Frost. (The other reason is because she's the master of the icy stare and icy silence.)

5'9, on the curvy side. The military being the highly sexist place that it is, she's been given shit for...just wearing a regular old uniform. Once accused of "being obscene" by a colonel who could keep his eyes (or his hands) to himself. Busty through the chest and muscular thick through hips, thighs and ass. To quote Sandman (in response to the Colonel's bullshit), "Don't give her shit just cause she fills the uniform out a little bit better than the rest of us. She's wearing a regulation uniform with no issues. Just because you can't look at a woman without getting hard doesn't mean Frost should be punished."

She joined the military when she was 23, shortly after she finished college. Enlisting rather than going to OCS (officer candidate school) was a big old middle finger to her dad, General Abraham Westbrook. He wanted her to become an officer, to make him look good, to do the same song and dance as her brothers, plus the added desire for her to hook a high-ranked officer husband (sexism again, thanks, Dad). He disapproved of her enlisting. He disapproved of her joining Delta Force. And he most certainly disapproved of her relationship with Sandman. Frost doesn't really talk to her dad anymore.

She's a jack of all trades when it comes to weapons and skills. If Sandman needs something done, Frost is his go-to.

She has a low tolerance for sexist bullshit. Upon meeting Graves for the first time, she put him into an armbar for calling her "darlin'" and asking her to "be a doll and grab me a coffee." Sandman doesn't even ask if he sees her kicking somebody's ass. Knows she can handle it. Price told Graves it was his own fault. (There exists a list, unbeknownst to Frost, Sandman keeps of men on his shitlist for being douches to Frost. He updates it regularly)

Would pay money to see Sandman in a pair of sweats and nothing else. She is very open about what she likes. And what she likes is Sandman's butt. Once drunkenly invited Price to join her and Sandman in bed. When told later, after she sobered up, stood by that invitation.

[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 1, The Pilot

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings:  mentions of being gay, sexual tension. 

“Nobody’s saying our neighborhood’s the Garden of Eden.  Hell, some people say that god avoids this place altogether.  But it’s been a good home to me and my kids who I’m proud of…because every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me!”

“Oh yeah, that so?” Kermit asked politely, trying to ignore the drunk of a man who was at the bar stool.

“Fiona,” he mused, “my rock.  Huge help!  Has all the best qualities of her mother…except she’s not a raging psycho bitch.  And Lip, smart as a whip. Straight A’s and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere.  Ian.  Industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic.  Don’t have a clue where he got that from.  Wants to be a paratrooper.  Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock.”

“Good for you, Frank!” another of the patrons laughed. 

You shook your head, “please don’t encourage him, guys!”

“Carl!” your father smiled happily before frowning, “uhm, you know.  I don’t really know that much about Carl.  OH!  He loves animals.  He’s always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room!  And Debbie.  Ah, Debbie.  Sent by god!  Total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year round.  Some of which, she actually turns in.  Liam!  Gonna be a star!  I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor.  He and the ex were a little close!”

“No shit Frank!”

“Hey!” you growled, pointing at one of the old men who was drinking in the corner, “watch your next words or their’ll be something more than booze in your drink, assholes!”

“And then there’s you!” my father smiled, reaching out over the bar top.  He grabbed your hand and tapped it, “my Sofia…my sweet girl.  Keeping me in line longer than any of my other woman ever has and ever will!  She’s Fiona’s twin you know.  My swimmer’s shot straight with those two.  Fi Fi is the first Gallagher girl here to go to college!  Fi, keeps the house running and Fi Fi keeps the kids doing good in school!  I lucked out with them, I really did!”

“Dad, you’re way too loaded for how early it is!” you warned, “I’m gonna have to cut you off for a bit so you can sober off!”

Your father groaned and rolled his eyes at you, “are you serious, Fi Fi?  I just paid you a compliment.  You’re supposed to be grateful and give me another! Say I'm a great dad and pass me a boilermaker, like a good kid would!"

“Dad…my shift ended five minutes ago, and I’m supposed to pick up Carl and Debbie from school and help them with their homework before I head to my shift at the club!”

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” Kev called as he burst through the door, “V had me tied up with-“

“Don’t want to know!” you laughed, cutting your friend off, “Gotta pick up the kids!”

“Yeah, go, go!  Fiona told me to tell you that they’re down to fourteen minutes so she needs you to pick up another card on your way back from picking Deb, Carl, and Liam up!”

“Liam?”

“Deb took him to school for show and tell!”

“Jesus!” you sighed, reaching under the bar to grab your hoodie and purse.

“Hey…wait…Fi Fi…get me another, before you go!”

“Oh, fuck off Frank,” you growled at your father.  You barely looked over your shoulder as you called out to Kev, “he’s broke and beyond plastered, Kev.  Don’t give him any more tonight!”

“FUCK YOU, FI FI!”

“What do you mean, she told you to take Liam?”

“She picked up a shift at the arena...she told me to take him in for show and tell because of that birthmark on his back,” Debbie shrugged as you finished adjusting Liam on your hip, “want me to push?”

“Yes!” you agreed, handing the cart over to your little sister, “Fi said we’re out of milk and I need to get another card for hers and Lip’s phone.  Do you and Carl need anything for school?”

“I want more markers…I want to run for class president and I need markers for posters. The old ones run out of stuff and I keep having to hold em in a cup of water to get the color out.”

“Can I get a candy bar?”

“What’d you get on your math test?”

“D!” he frowned. 

You sighed and nodded your  head, “we’re studying before I go to work…Deb, we’ll grab markers, paper, and tape and make a million posters while I’m quizzing Carl…you’ll be class president! I promise!”

“Really?” she asked lighting up.

“Wait, I can get a candy bar?”

“Yeah, but you’re studying with me when we get home!  And you’re helping us make posters for Deb!”

“Deal!” he grinned, running off towards the registers.

“Fi doesn’t let him get a candy bar when she takes us Fi Fi…”

“Fi is doin’ the best she can…me and Ian don’t go through that many minutes, so I got a little extra cash for here and the squirrel fund…do you want a candy bar too?”

She smiled and nodded, “yes please…”

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple, “I’ll take the cart.  You make sure Carl ain’t stealin’ shit.  Take Liam and grab him a sucker…and get me and Fi a bag of gummies.  I gotta grab something in the back.”

“Okay!” she smiled, taking hold of Liam once again while you took the cart and headed to the back of the store.  Looking up and down the aisle to make sure that neither of the kids were trailing after you, you knocked on the stock room door. 

It opened and one of the stock kids nodded at you before closing the door, only to return with a brown paper bag a few seconds later.

“The new issue?” He nodded and you handed him two twenties, “good, you keep your mouth shut!”

“Same time next month when the next issue drops?”

"I guess...can you do any better than 40 though?"

"I only charge you $40 for a whole year of this gay shit...I'd be losing money if it was mine to lose," he groaned.

"I'll tell Colin to lay off hittin' the store up..."

"I'll give you a twenty back if you send me a pic of your tits..."

"Deal!" You nodded. He smirked and handed a twenty back, and he closed the door.  Opening the paper bag, you looked in long enough to see the magazine you usually grabbed for Ian, and then you slipped the whole thing into your purse. 

“FI FI?”

Turning down another aisle you saw your little sister, struggling with Liam and her art supplies, while Carl had his arms full of candy.

“Carl, what are you doing?”

“I couldn’t choose!” he shrugged.

“One, Carl…”

“But-“

“If you can’t decide you won’t get anything, and you’ll end up sharing gummies with me and Fi again…do you want that?”

“Fiona always eats all the gummies though!”

“Exactly!” you laughed, walking up and ruffling his hair, “I’ll tell you what…you get your candy bar, and you can  pick one other thing…if you and me get your studying done, and we help Deb get all of her posters finished before I go to work, I’ll count it as my snack, and you can have it!”

“What about me?” Deb frowned.

“You get class president I’ll buy you that pair of sunglasses you’ve been eyeing up every week when we come in!”

“Really?”

“Really…now come on, guys.  We only have three hours and I need to make sure that your homework is done, and dinner is started before Fiona gets back from that shift she picked up!”

“Alright!”

“FUCK YOU FI!”

“Hey…what the fuck is wrong?” she asked, eyes going wide as you burst through the door and threw your bag in the entry way, “why you screaming at me?”

“I fucking got canned because my boss said you and some asshole you were with fucking decked my bouncer!”

“Hey, he was being a dick!”

“She got robbed at that club!” V said quickly, a man between her legs while she cleaned a small wound on his head, “and when we called him out on not letting us back in after chasing the guy, he called Fi a junkie and a skank.  Our boy Steve here, decked him.”

You stood stock still for a moment.  The kids all eyed you guys down.  Kev stepped to your side, “he decked Jimmy Clifton, Fi Fi…come on.”

“Come on, it’s after midnight,” you said firmly, ushering the kids upstairs while you gave up on the unwinnable argument that was brewing if you picked a fight with the new guy, “we got stuff to do tomorrow!  You guys have school!”

“Fi Fi…”

“Sofia’s right!” your twin said, giving you a soft look before closing in on the kids from the other side, “you guys have stuff to do and it’s after midnight.  Go. Move, move move!”

“Love you Fi!”

“Love you Fi Fi!”

The kids chorused as they walked up the stairs leaving you and your sister with V, Kev, and Steve.

“You really lost the gig at the club?”

You nodded at your sister and bit your lip, “that was a really good gig, Fi…made great tips…and tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday are big money nights! Those weekend tips kept us afloat when I could get the hours.”

“I’m sorry Fi Fi!” she sighed, hugging you, “we’ll figure something out though.  We always do!”

“Fuck…” you sighed, relaxing into her arms, “I thought we were about to finally get ahead on this shit.”

“Never…”

“I’ll go tuck the kids in…you take care of your…friend…”

She smiled at you and let go.  You gave her another smile, as you herded the kids back up the stairs and to their rooms.

“Deb…I’ll be in your room in a second.  Lip, get Carl tucked in.  Ian, I got the phone.  Come to my room and we’ll trade off.”

He stopped up the hall and turned, following you back to your room.  Closing the door behind you, you reached under the mattress and grabbed the thin paper bag.  His eyes shot to the door for a moment before he grabbed it and slipped it under his shirt. 

“Lip knows…”

You raised your brow, “you told him?”

He shook his head, “found the folder…”

“I told you that hiding it behind your dresser was a stupid idea…should have hid it under your mattress.”

“I think he’s okay with it…”

“Of course he is, Ian…you’re our brother…”

“I-I still don’t want to tell Fi…”

“Hey…” you sighed, cupping your little brother’s face in your hands, “no one is forcing you to tell anyone, I…”

He sighed, and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly, “thank you Fi Fi…”

“Of course…” you sighed, holding onto him for another minute.  When he let go, you gently smacked him on the ass and he laughed, “alright tiger.  Time for bed.  Say goodnight to your brothers and I’ll be in to check on Carl in a sec.”

“Thanks Fi Fi.”

You followed him out into the hall, and made your way to Deb’s room. She was waiting patiently in her bed for you to tuck her in.

“Sorry Fiona got you fired.”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, making your way in, “I didn’t like that job anyways.”

“Liar,” she laughed.  You looked down on a sleeping Liam and stroked his head, before making your way to your little sister.  She crawled out from under the covers and into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck, “you’ll find something else.  You always do.”

“I know…”

“A-are we going to be okay?”

“We always are, Debs…” you reminded her, “me and Fi won’t let you down.”

“You never do!”

“Get into bed, munchkin,” you sighed, rubbing your little sister’s back.  She mirrored your actions and crawled out of your arms and back into bed.  Tucking her in, you pressed a kiss to her forehead, “love you, Debs.”

“Love you Fi Fi.”

You turned off the lights and made your way towards the boys room.  Frowning to yourself you sighed when you heard noise downstairs.

No doubts, Fiona was fucking the guy she brought home. 

You shook your head as you found your way into the boys room.  Carl had already put his headphones on and was out like a light.  You looked between your two other younger brothers, “you guys good?”

Lip nodded, “yeah…”

“Yeah.”

You nodded at both of them and leaned down to Carl’s bed.  Pulling the covers up to his chin, you placed a kiss to his temple. 

“Sorry about your job Fi Fi…”

“It’s okay, Lip…”

“I can kick in more if-“

“We’ll be fine! You two need to worry about school,” you said firmly, looking to your brother.  You reached up to Lip’s bunk and ruffled his hair, “it’s your junior year, Lip…I want you focused and ready to graduate…”

“What about me?”

You smiled over your shoulder to Ian, “well you have to graduate…that’s not even a question.  If me and Lip do it, so do you!”

He smiled, “Fi dropped out junior year!”

“And I know she regrets it!” you reminded him, “we’re working hard so that down the road you guys don’t have to.  Even I’m continuing my education by being in college when I’m not working!”

“Online college doesn’t count!”

“I go to campus two days a week, mister!” you reminded your little brother as you playfully slapped him, “and when you graduate you better be joining me!”

“I will!” he promised, “SAT prep later?  Think I got a few ways I can chip in!”

“Tomorrow after breakfast I have some time!” you agreed.  He leaned down and you gave him a kiss on the cheek, before moving to Ian and doing the same thing to him, “pancakes or French toast?”

Ian smiled, “French toast!”

“Good choice!”

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!”

You raised a brow and looked once more between your brothers as Fiona appeared running up the stairs and bolting into your shared room.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I’ll figure it out.  You two get to bed!” you confirmed, leaving the boy’s room and closing the door behind you. 

“Oh…uh, hi!” Steve said awkwardly as you and your sister came to a head at him, “cops looking for you two?”

“Stay here!” you both sighed in unison.  You followed your sister down the stairs. When you got to the bottom, you saw Tony and another officer dragging him into the house. 

Your heart felt like it stopped. 

Your father’s incoherent words seemed like they were falling on deaf ears as you tried to think of something to say.  Tony didn’t even see you until they put Frank against the dish washer, “I wouldn’t put him near a carpet til his pants dry a bit-oh…Sofia…you’re home…I thought you normally worked at the club…Usually I drive you home after-“

“Got canned!” you frowned, “Fi’s new boy toy decked Clifton for calling her a skank.”

“Thanks Tony!” your sister frowned, giving you a glare, “You really gonna tell everyone that?”

“He usually gives me a ride home!” you said, pointing out the obvious, “would be awkward if he showed up and expected me to walk out at three AM and I’m nowhere to be seen.”

“Sorry about the job, Sofia…”

“Thanks…let me walk you back to your car…I think Fi and Steve were in the middle of a…conversation.”

Your sister flipped you off as Tony handed him Frank’s other shoe.  You pulled Tony out the door and his partner chuckled at you, “I’ll leave you two alone for a second.”

“It’s fine, Ran-“

“Thanks!” you said firmly, cutting off your best friend.  He gave you a faux glare, but it instantly turned into a smile when you pushed yourself against his chest, needing the comfort of his hugs.

“You okay?”

“Today’s been a shit day!” you admitted as you held him, “Fi let Debs take Liam to school as show and tell and Carl almost got to see you today when he tried to hide a pack of baseball cards in his pockets while we were shopping.  And you know Frank…he was at the Alibi Room earlier, but I’m guessing Kev ignored me and gave him more anyways.  And you know about the whole club thing now…And right before you walked in, while I was re-tucking the kids in, Fi was fucking that guy in the kitchen.”

“Hey…it’s okay,” he sighed, holding you tight, “things will get easier…and if you want to pick up some hours, I know that the chief loves when you stop by with some baked goods…and we just lost Janet to maternity leave…you could do some administrative work if you play your cards right.”

“And see your ugly mug every day?” you teased.

“I know for a fact you love this ugly mug!” he smirked, “otherwise you wouldn’t have fake married it when we were in head start.”

"And then you went behind my back and married Fiona when we were five."

"Come on you can't still be mad at that!" he teased.

“You were cuter when we were younger!” you pouted, "I forgave the five year old you, but not adult you!"

“Well I may not be cuter than when I was five, but you’ve definitely gotten cuter…”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you pulled away, “Tony…”

“Markovich!”

The two of you nearly jumped away from one another at the sound of his partner’s voice.  He frowned, “so I-I’ll see you around sometime?”

“Well, I’m done at the club so I’ll be free tomorrow and Sunday night,” you offered, “do you work?”

“No…I’m off…come over Sunday night?” he asked, “mom misses seeing you around…sure she’d pull out all the stops.”

“Okay…” you agreed, wanting nothing more than to see him, “Sunday night!”

“Great!  I’ll let her know.  See you then!” he grinned.  He leaned down and kissed your cheek, and you felt yourself swooning as he walked away.

Chapter 2

[cinematicendevaourz]

Rebel Moon (Duology) #CVReview

Zack Snyder can make a really shitty movie without the constraints of a studio like Warner Bros. behind him forcing an editor into the room to clean up behind him.

Such is the issue with Cameron, Scott, even Tarantino - but the big issue with Rebel Moon here is that whereas Scott and Tarantino use dialogue to bloat that runtime and Cameron uses elongated camera shots to make an epic, Snyder warps time with various slow-motion scenes (first half speed, then a quarter in some instances) which in the near six hours that encapsulates the theatrical release of Rebel Moon's duology gets easier and easier to notice and makes any movie buff want to call Snyder out for cheating to make an epic.

The first part of the film starts off with assembling the band, then the last part is an extended Battle of Endor.

I wouldn't have had much of a problem with this being yet another shameless Star Wars rip-off but the lack of blood and cutscenes away from the gorier parts for a TBD director's cut (as his DC films sans "Man Of Steel") release is the definition of a shameless money grab, sacrificing the art for essentially twelve hours of content.

If those would have came out instead of this intentionally watered-down shit, I believe the film would have had more than a limited run in theaters and picked up by a distributor other than lame ass Netflix.

How does an Anthony Hopkins voiced A.I. that looks like some reject off "District 9" get more screen time than Cleopatra Coleman when her Elsa Bloodaxe is the main fugitive in the story?

And then the obligatory Euro-cinema miscegenial relationship between the protagonist Sofia Boutella's Kora and some non-rememorable coward-turned-soilder Michiel Huisman.

That was casting's best idea for a White Knight? I mean, I know Euro-cinema has a thing for emasculated caucazoid males under negroid females but Jeebuz !

The rest of the cast gets a pass though. Glad to see Snyder is still treating Ray Fisher well with his role as Darrian Bloodaxe and Ed Skrien started off as the next best thing to Michael Shannon, then ended up stealing scenes and becoming the most interesting character on-screen other than Anthony Hopkins as that bot.

I didn't like the part two intro. I hate when Snyder puts these instances of Welsh folk music in his films and these weird ass pagan celebrations like when Aquaman was bringing fish back to his village in "Justice League".

That is an annoying film trope (Hey, did anyone else notice a woman is almost raped in nearly every Snyder flick?) for Snyder to have and in no way did any square dancing or shucking wheat look anywhere as cool as the training scenes in either "300" films, but took up just as much time.

"Rebel Moon" is an ambitious project. While writing this review I see that the red band trailer just dropped for the director's cut, Elsa is featured in a prequel comic that dropped at the top of the year, there's videogames and all this other stuff to expand this Snyder brainchild, but I don't think I am alone when I say I wish Snyder would have went as hard for "Sucker Punch" as he did for this.

Steampunk and sci-fi meneagrie's work very well in books, but if audiences (other than myself) didn't like "Borderlands", I'll let the box office tell it.

What I'll say though is to start off "Rebel Moon" where "Return of The Jedi" ended was a bad move. To bloat a runtime with half of the film being shot in various speeds of slow-motion is a cheat to make an epic. To have Anthony Hopkins in a film as just a voice and to give Cleopatra Coleman around five minutes on-screen in a nearly six hour duology is a travesty.

Lastly, I dont know how Snyder did it, but he made laser-fire look more annoying than a Lego flick. Snyder should stick to Amazons and Spartans, not Star Wars. Sometimes it's ok for a director to go outside of their wheelhouse, "Rebel Moon" should teach Snyder to stick to the script.

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C.V.R. The Bard

10th/Sept.2k24

[andypantsx3]

hello andie!! i hope the end of the year has been treating you well!! i'd like to ask 7, 61 and 62 for the ask game!✨️

Hi Birdie!!!! Right back at you!! I hope you have had plenty of time to rest up (and let that full length Bakugou fic I think I heard we are getting from you marinate)!! 😌😌😌

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

I'm gonna switch it up and give you a little snippet from a Kaminari WIP I talked about a long time ago!! Where he is a shameless flirt with everyone in the world, so we don't realize until it's almost too late that he's actually in love with us. 😌

“Saw you nabbed the subway crawler,” Kirishima said happily, leaning in to give Kaminari a fistbump. “Congrats, man.” A smirk pulled at Kaminari’s mouth, and he rolled the sleeve of his jacket up proudly. “That’s not all I nabbed,” he said. On his forearm, smudged blue pen spelled out a phone number and a name you recognized as the reporter’s from earlier, the ink slightly runny from Kaminari’s quick shower. Mina groaned, and Sero banged his head on the table. Kirishima’s grin turned rueful. Several hands were suddenly stuffing bills at you, and you accepted them with a carefully blank expression. Kaminari whipped around to stare at you, his eyes accusing. “No way, you guys bet on me?”  You looked up at him as innocently as you could manage. “It was more a bet on her than anything.” Kaminari’s golden gaze narrowed in on you. He leaned forward, right back into your space. “So, why did you think she was going to give me her number?” He was clearly fishing for a compliment from you, waiting for you to tell him how charming he was or acknowledge that no woman could resist him. You pushed him away with a firm hand on his chest, waving the money in front of him smugly. “You’re so predictable,” you said instead. “Now let me out, I’m going to buy a drink with my new-found fortune.”

61. In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Oooh since you didn't give a specific fic I'm going to shamelessly plug in incendiary!! My favorite scene is when Bakugou and Reader end up wrestling while negotiating whether Reader can go onto New Day Japan and do the interview. I had wanted to write the physicality of that scene for sooooo long, like Reader's panic when she realizes she's just grabbed a trained combat professional, Bakugou's smugness as he holds her down, and the way the underlying tension, not only of Reader's emotional state throughout the fic, but their unresolved sexual tension finally all come to a head on that yoga mat. :3

62. In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

I'm again going to plug in a fic of my choice if that's cool!! In in cinders, I had a scene in mind where Shouto hides Reader away while guards are looking for her, but I couldn't get it to work. I wanted him to hide her in the suite intended for the crown princess, which can only be accessed through the crown prince's rooms, and may only be entered by the crown prince and princess hehehe. I wanted the implication of Reader being in there to sort of hang in the air. But I didn't have a good way to make it work with the plot so I axed it, although I did mention the rooms in a bonus drabble. But I might figure out a way to plug that into a future prince Shouto fic because I looove that idea; the tension once the guards leave and Shouto and Reader are alone in the rooms only his future bride is supposed to enter. 😌

[hulijingemperor2]

Some time later, A-Yao, Xichen and team dimple became drunk.

Also, team d were untied.

Xichen: *singing while laying on the floor*

Yao: *laying on Xichen's chest in his fox form.

Xue yang: xuanyu. Is it like illegal to hump a fox?

Mo xuanyu: it's ok since that it's Yao gege.

Xichen: do you guys see my hickeys? It's beautiful isn't it?!

Su she: I HAVE MORE THAN YOU!!!

Xichen: oh really?!  And what does that prove, Sushiiiii. *laughing*

Su she: that Yao huangdi loves me more!

Yao: you two, shut up. You have 8 each.

Xue yang: Jiggy can you bite me?

Yao: no.

Mo xuanyu: he becomes more savage when he's drunk. LOL!!

Yao: *morphs back into his human form*

Xue yang: Jiggy, what should I do to get you?

Yao: *opens fan*

Xichen: *hugs* Jiggy.

Mo xuanyu: Lan lips I'm not Yao gege!!! Get off!

Xichen: oh shoot. That's why you don't smell like peonies.

Mo xuanyu: you're very rude, you know.

And I'll beat you up.

Xichen: try. Come at me bro.

Mo xuanyu: whoever knocks out someone's teeth first gets Yao gege.

Su she: I'm betting all my money on mo xuanyu!!

Xue yang: nah. Lan lips is a beast when he drinks alcohol.

Su she: I remembered Lan zhan fought me when he was drunk. Maybe lipsy is the same thing.

Xue yang: freaky Lans.

Su she: I want to elope with Huangdi while they're fighting.

Xue yang: same!

Yao: *sitting while sobered up*

Mo xuanyu: you fight like a girl, Lan lips.

Xichen: *grabs hair*

Yao: *fanning himself* you don't know how silly you all look.

Qin Su : *enters* lol what's going on here. Team D!

Yao: I'm watching them fight over me.

Qin Su: well that's normal. *massages his scalp* as my Yao Huangdi is really attractive after all.

Yao: exactly. Come. *supports her* have a seat.

Qin su: sure.

Yao: are you comfy?

Qin Su: yea Huangdi.

Su she: *blushing* Miss Qin.

Xichen: who?

Qin Su: me! You shameless Lan!

Mo xuanyu: *sitting on  Xichen while wrestling with him* Other woman! Hiiiiii! Can you give me a hairpin so that I can stab Lan lips?

Xichen: noooo. I think I'm afraid of sharp objects!

Mo xuanyu: big coward.

Qin Su: aren't you a cultivator?

Xichen: but I'm a baby in the eyes of Jiggy.

Qin Su: *rolls eyes*

Xue yang: Lan lips, tell me more. I like to hear you talk when you're drunk.

Xichen: I want A-Yao to step on me with his execution boots again.

Qin Su: again??

Yao: *laughing*

Su she: I know right.

Qin Su: Juniors still partying?

Yao: yup. So we decided to party too.

Qin Su: *laughing* in the torture chamber??

How devious and attractive of Huangdi.

Yao: team dimple's suggestion.

Qin Su: they're wild. But crazy for you!

Anyways who won't be.

Yao: exactly. Shall we all go to another room? The torture chamber isn't good for you and the baby.

Come team d. *holds Qin Su's hand*

Xue yang: coming Jiggy!!!!

Xichen: right behind you!!!!!

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege called ME!

Su she: yea Huangdi, we're coming!

~~~

In one of their living rooms~

Yao: *preparing tea*  do you see Song'er and A-qing? They're are a cute couple?

Qin Su: yes. They're really adorable.

But A-qing is a bit crazy.

Yao: hmm, I agree. But she's in good shape.

She is witty, intelligent, a little respectable, loving.

Qin Su: I hope she's taking the relationship seriously.

Song'er isn't ordinary! He will soon inherit an empire for himself.

Yao:  well let's see.

Yet I have high expectations for her.

one thing what hurt me was when she sold A-Song's gifts that he give her.

Qin su: how dare she!!! No one does that to my Song'er.

Yao: relax. She stopped doing it.

And will never do it again.

Qin su: good.

Qin Su: the harem is pleasing to the emperor.

So now, I just want to be a mother-in-law to A-Song's girlfriend

Yao: *laughing* and you're keeping your eyes on her?

Qin Su: yes.

Xue yang: wow Susu. You're tough.

Qin Su: I promised Yao Huangdi to love him, support him and take care of our family.

And taihou has a lot of expectations for me.

Plus she'll be the future Huanghou.

Yao: *smiling* how ideal of you.

Mo xuanyu: you don't get that from team dimple, Yao gege?????

Yao: of course I do. You all are very supportive. 

Su she: awwwww. Huangdi!!

Yao: tomorrow is that soiree with the elite fox spirits.

Are you still up for it?

Qin Su: yes, but I don't think I'll stay for the garden party.

Yao: I understand. Should we have A-qing represent you?

Qin Su: ah, good idea. But she has to meet them first.

And maybe we can see if she's a good host.

Yao: and compatible with Song'er. I see.

Xue yang: *hugging A-Yao* you two are so hot and intelligent together. *sniffs* and you smell nice too.

Qin Su: chengmei.

Xue yang: you know you're wondering why I'm simping for you instead of Spicy Qingqing.

Wen Qing rejected me because she feels she's too hot.

But you're hella beautiful too. Gorgeous just like Jiggylicious.

Step on on me some time, Qin su!!!

Yao: *lifts chin* only I can step on you, yangyang.

Xue yang: better yet. Jiggy. *licks lips*

Susu, you can drill that brat as hard as you like, as it's a tough world out there.

And I won't get mad.

Qin Su: good. Because you better live with me drilling her.

Xue yang: yea I'll live with you.

Qin Su: that's not what I meant.

Xue yang: I dream of living with you and Jiggy in a cottage with one bed. But unfortunately Jiggy is an emperor and wouldn't like a small cottage.

I have to be a hitman and earn money to buy a mansion for 'his majesty' over here.

Yao: *rolls eyes*

Qin Su : dream big i guess.

I only love A-Yao though.

Xue yang: but I'm hot. But I don't blame you tho. Jiggy is Jiggy.

Susu, do you have any candy?

Qin Su: no.

Xue yang: fiesty just like Jiggy.

Su she: can you just give up. Empress Wen had rejected you.

Xue yang: sometimes you gotta ignore the shattered pieces from your heart and focus on the heart instead.

Su she: *almost throws up*

Mo xuanyu: *clapping* rightly said!! Yangyang you're so talented!!!

Xichen: *still drunk* who is that guy?! And why does he sound like a hopeless romantic. Or the babadook.

Xue yang: I'm your sleep paralysis demon, Lan lips. FEAR ME!!!!!

Xichen: I knew I should have got to bed earlier.

But no, I wanted to stay up in order to do papapa with A-Yao.

Mo xuanyu: horny Lan.

Su she: no respect for our Huangdi. Non!

Qin Su: I agree.

Xichen: but I'm a sweet person!.

Yao: yes you are. And he makes nice tea.

Xichen: mhm, I strive to be chivalrous. *smile*

Mo xuanyu: is thieving Yao gege from team dimple a chivalrous and virtuous thing?! Are we just gonna gloss over that!!

Su she: you snatched him away from us!

And everyone forgets that.

Xue yang: Xichen. Xichen. Xichen. Why did you have to do that to team dimple. That's kinda wrong.

Mo xuanyu: we should take you to court for stealing our husband.

Su she: Jail him!

Xichen: A-Yao help.

Qin Su: *laughing*  Team dimple. why are they always so unhinged and dramatic than they actually are. 

Yao: lol I love them like this.

Qin Su: same.

~~~~

Next day, everyone was going to have breakfast together.

Meng Shi: Sisi. Why are you standing? Sit next to me.

Sisi: *blushing* me? Huanghou jiejie?

But I'm your personal maid.

Meng Shi: no. You're my bestie. Come.

Sisi: *sits*

Su she: *pulling the chair for A-Yao, then he lovingly supported him into the seat*

Yao: lovely.

Su she: *hands him a pair of chopsticks*

Yao: thank you dear.

Yao: Song'er, Yi'er. How was the party?

Rusong: super lit.

Jingyi: it turned out hella wild. Ouyang Zizhen is still asleep in an empty Jacuzzi.

Yao: oh dear!

Jingyi: he had too much wine.

A-qing: a little too much.

Rusong: don't worry, A-Die. He'll wake up.

Yao: I don't think that sect leader ouyang would be pleased.

Rusong: Nainai, Nainai. When that angry, old sect leader comes, can you show him your dimples and pretty eyelashes?

Meng Shi: why?!

Rusong: because the Jianghu is weak for Meng beauty, Nainai. Everyone knows that.

Even Lan qiren said that you're pretty. He never compliments anyone.

Jingyi: that's true!

Mo xuanyu: *hiccups* not gonna lie. The Mengs are gorgeous.

*hiccups* 

Meng Shi: *laughing* Yu'er, what happened to you?

Mo xuanyu: I'm stale *hiccup* drunk.

Su she: not only him taihou, but us too.

Xue yang: mo xuanyu was fighting with Lan lips.

Meng shi: he was???

Mo xuanyu: I was??

Did I knock him out?

Yao: *laughing*

A-qing: xue yang, are you really telling the truth?! I know that you three love to look tough in front of Jiggy.

Qin Su: *corrects* Huangdi.

A-qing: sorry, sorry. Jiggy Huangdi.

Xue yang: we are tough, A-qing. And i can confirm that mo xuanyu pulled Xichen's weave.

A-qing: that's fking awesome!!!!!

Meng Shi: where is he anyways?

Mo xuanyu: still sleeping.

Su she: I'm happy he's not here.

Qin Su: lol savage.

Xue yang: I see Jiggybuns is all sobered up.

Yao: I slept it off.

Meng Shi: because he's my son. He's more superior than everyone.

Yao: *smile*

Meng shi: *strokes hair*

Yao: A-niang. A-Su and I have sent out invites to the elite here, to have some tea with Song'er. Then a garden party afterwards.

Meng Shi: right.

Yao: he's  the Taizi Dianxia of fox spirits. So he must be more accustomed to these types of things.

Rusong: A-Die, I would love to have them over. Rest assured, they'll be treated with great hospitality.

But I have to do some cultivation stuff later.

Yao: brilliant, Song'er. And that's OK!

A-qing: who are the elite? Rich gege?

Rusong: the most powerful fox spirits of the realm.

The elite consists of A-Die, Tamamo no mae who's the goddess and patron on Kitsunes.

A-qing: wait! I thought that nainai is the goddess of kitsunes.

Rusong: there are two. But Nainai is the goddess of Hulijings while Tamamo no mae is the goddess/immortal of Kitsunes.

A-qing: ohh.

Rusong: so there's A-Die, Tamamo no mae, Nainai, Su Wanghou of Zhou aka Su Daji. And lastly our ambassador Hua cheng.

I'm also a part of the elite.

A-qing: *gulps* I'm shy to meet them.

Rusong: I'll be by your side, A-qing. There's nothing to worry.

Qin su: A-qing. I'll send some clothes for you.

Meng shi: and I'll  get you ready.

A-qing: what I'm wearing is not ok?!

Qin su: it's fine. But this outfit has the hulijing and Meng crest on it. It shows that you're a part of the family.

Meng Shi: dear it's a tradition. I gave four crested outfits to Qin gui fei. And brooches to the rest of the harem.

You'll look adorable.

A-qing: ok. Nainai. I would love to get a makeover from you!

Yao: the Meng crest is the peach blossom and Hulijing crest is the silhouette of a fox.

A-qing: ah. I get it, Jiggy Huangdi.

Later that day~~~

Sect leader Ouyang: *enters infuriated*

Salutations Yao huangdi.

Yao: former sect leader Ouyang. How are you?

Sect leader Ouyang: now where's my embarrassing son?

Yao: ah. He's right here.

Fox spirits: *supporting a drowsy ouyang Zizhen.*

Rusong: greetings sect leader.

Sect leader ouyang: hello Wangzi. I'm so sorry for my idiotic son.

Rusong: it's alright. Make sure he takes good rest.

Ouyang Zizhen: relax A-Die! Why you keep cranking my style, old man!

Sect leader ouyang: you got drunk and fell asleep in an empty Jacuzzi?!! And that too in a palace?!

You disappointed me yet again! Yao Huangdi, forgive me. I know you and Wangzi had helped us a lot.

Yao: Zongzhu, Zongzhu. You don't need to apologize. And ouyang zizhen is still young.

He still knows his duties as a young sect leader. He just wants to have fun.

Ouyang Zizhen: see A-Die. He's a very chill emps.

Yao: yes. Rest assured, Zongzhu. We aren't upset. Song'er and friends had enjoyed themselves.

Sect leader Ouyang: when would you have respect? Wangzi, how did he behave in front of your guests?

Rusong: very well. And he didn't flirt with any Fox spirits.

Ouyang zizhen: yea. Rusong had already given me hulijing girlfriends.

I got to take them out on a date tomorrow.

Sect leader Ouyang: you only care about girls girls girls! Huh! What about you being my successor! Do you see Rusong Wangzi acting like this?!

Ouyang Zizhen: A-Die, chill.

Ouyang zizhen: I rather give you a back hand slap than chill.

Meng Shi: *entering* sect leader ouyang. Pleasure to meet you.

Sect leader Ouyang: *looks in her direction*

Meng Shi: quarreling isn't good for health.

Would you like some tea?

Sect leader Ouyang: *dazed*

Meng shi: would you?

Sisi: Zongzhu, I'm not afraid to stab you for not answering her.

Sect leader Ouyang: *hiccups* well stab me.

I mean, taihou. Empress dowager. If you know a lot about health, then I'll definitely have some tea.

Meng Shi: help yourself.

Sect leader Ouyang: *hiccups*

Ouyang Zizhen: you're kinda gross A-Die.

Rusong: does he like my Nainai?!

Team d would start to hiccup whenever they see A-Die.

Sect leader Ouyang: *sips tea* you're really adorable. I mean the tea is adorable. I mean!! It's delicious.

Meng Shi: glad you enjoy.

Sect leader Ouyang; ehem. *wipes mouth* I got to go carry my home back to my son. I meant!  I got to go carry my son back home. He's stale drunk.

Meng Shi: I thought you wanted to beat him.

Sect leader Ouyang: nah. He's young after all. Also he needs his rest.

Ouyang zizhen: *confused*

Rusong: you're saved.

Ouyang Zizhen: good!

Sect leader Ouyang: how do you have dimples? Like they're really cute.

Meng Shi: I was born with them. Duh!

Sect leader Ouyang: ah. Right right. Anyways, we got to go.

*kneels and kisses her hand*

Meng Shi: pleasure having you.

Ouyang Zizhen: May I depart, Huangdi?

Yao: sure. See you soon.

Zizhen, rest well ok? And we look forward to see you again.

Ouyang Zizhen: thanks emps.

Bye Rusong. You're looking amazing.

Rusong: thank you, thank you. Byee.

Ouyang Zizhen: isn't his highness looking amazing??

[luvfy0dor]

“There Is No Other Love, It's Only Yours ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma

Warnings; Maybe ooc, barely proofread

Description; how the bsd men say ‘i love you’ without actually saying it (sigma does actually say it but that's besides the point)

A/n; Next fic post will be a request! Sorry they're taking me so long : ( this is a new style of writing for me and it's really short, but I figured I'd give it a shot. It might be a little whack though because I'm real tired rn I took an hour long nap before writing Sigmas

Dazai says ‘i love you’ best through physical touch and small gestures of the sort, specifically touching your hands. As soon as you're within his reach, your hand is in his and his thumb is rubbing over your knuckles affectionately. His lips brush against your knuckles when he gives excuses to Kunikida on why he can't make it today with your sleepy form right next to him on the bed. He'll press kisses to each knuckle while he listens to the blonde tell him the amount of absences and early leaves he's had in the past month and quietly sigh. He doesn't care where he is either, he's shameless in his affection and will happily grab you by the waist or hand infront of a crowd. He loves to show you off because you're the best thing to happen to him, but if you're shy he'll tone it down to keep you comfortable.

“Ah! There you are. I've been looking for you. Give me your hand so I don't lose track of you again...ah, you got me! I did just want to hold your hand, but what's the harm?”

Chuuya shows his love through acts of service- I know a lot of people probably would assume gift giving, which he does love to do, but he finds himself commiting acts of service more frequently. Every time he notices you seem tired after work, he'll do the chores that you had accidentally forgotten, even if he's tired. He plans dates for the two of you atleast monthly, always picking a restaurant or activity he heard you mention wanting to try. He does find himself spending money when he sees things that remind him of you, but he thinks spending time with you is even better. If he takes your car somewhere, it's always coming home with a refilled gas tank. If you need to lift something heavy, he offers to use his ability to help you. He'll do your laundry whenever he notices it piling up and bring you coffee, tea, or water in the morning when you're still lingering in bed.

“Mornin' sweetheart, I got you a drink. Be careful not to spill it, s'real dark in here and opening the blinds doesn't help any...we got a date tonight, by the way. You said the new restaurant sounded good so I figured we could go tonight if you're up for it.”

Fyodor spends quality time with you. He likes to keep you nearby when he reads or works, although he prefers when you're on the quieter side during those activities. Otherwise, he's happy to talk with you for however long the two of you are content with. Usually you'll have conversations over a game of chess, which he almost always wins while you're attention is divided between talking and playing, but he's a good sport about it. He'll give you pointers on how to do better in the next game. He'll play his cello for you, too. If he finds your hobbies interesting enough he'll take part in them. If you paint he'd be more than happy to join you, chatting with you while your brushes paint images of scenery and figures on the once blank canvas. He prefers what are considered more sophisticated hobbies, but he'd watch a chick flick with you or let you teach him how to play your favorite video game if it really made you happy.

“If you're as determined to win a game as you say you are, you should probably make an attempt to put more focus into the game. I do love hearing your voice, moya lyubov, but thinking about how you're going to move your pieces and talking are counterproductive. We can try it again, or we could do something else, whatever you'd like, Myshka.”

Nikolai shows you his love primarily through flirty words and loving touches. Whenever he walks next to you, his hand is on either your lower back, hip, or in your hand. When sitting with you, he'll fiddle with your fingers and play with them harmlessly, occasionally fighting off the urge to bend them back far enough to break them. In the same heartbeat, hell bring them to his lips and press kisses to every finger tip while telling you a flirty joke. He often lays his legs across your lap or lets you lay yours over his while you play with his hair. Sometimes he'll walk up behind you and whispers a pick up line in your ear with a large grin on his face. He likes seeing your reaction and watching you squirm in embarrassment in his grasp.

“You must be an artist, my dove, because you are so good at drawing me in! Hey- you can't go anywhere just because you thought my joke was cheesy! I can find some wine to go with it if you'd like, hehe.”

Sigma shows his love through the way he trusts you. Obviously with everything he's gone through trusting people became really difficult for him, but you came along and earned that trust when you proved that you were a permanent factor in his life and wouldn't betray him. He trusted you enough to let you into the Aerial Casino and stay with him regularly in his quarters. He let his walls down around you and opened up about his origin story. He would let you get physically close to him and touch him, coming to love the feeling of your lips against his, pressed in a sweet kiss. Though he still kept his independence and a desire to not depend solely on you in fear of betrayal, you could tell that he had come a long way from the man he once was after his experiences in the DOA.

“I felt so foolish after I fell for Fyodors tricks again, but dealing with the distrust and suspicion I held towards everyone else was just as hard as the realization of messing up again...thank you for listening to me, you've helped me so much. I don't think I could ever repay you enough...I love you.”

A/n; AHHHHHHHH I'm so tired but fuck it we ball I gotta write chisme for Spanish and it's going no where I lied to my teacher and told her it was almost done it is not almost done I have barely met any of the requirements for it but I won't do it if I don't post something so

[crazy-pages]

This goes even deeper than capitalism being money obsessed. If the problem was just that Disney is money hungry, the Star Wars hotel would have been better than this. Disney lost a fuck-ton of money closing so many parts of the hotel down when it became clear they weren't viable, and the whole thing collectively is a huge financial flop. It's not that the soul of the experience got cut to make more money, it's that they cut the soul of the experience and failed to make money, and I think that's a much more interesting and telling problem.

Disney has always been capitalist. And yet it's had decades of consistently turning out excellent creative products. Those products have often been at the expense of workers and the health of the animation industry, but the quality has been fairly consistent. They've had some shameless money grabs, and some artistic reaches which failed monetarily, but the combination of the two (and consistently at that) is new. So it's not the underlying "money first, middle, and last" ideology of capitalism that's causing their new quality problem, it's something specific about late stage capitalism and its monopolies.

And I'd say a big part of the issue monopolies in capitalism are facing is that "you become good at what you measure". And the problem is that as you concentrate power, measurable metrics become more abstract and limited. When people on the ground or in low-ranking positions have power over how their work gets down, what their budget looks like, etc, they can achieve complex and nuanced metrics of success. Which can collectively build up into success at those simpler and more limited metrics.

People on the ground may not be incentivized to worship the corporate bottom line as their personal god, but historically most successful corporations manage to have the right incentives or company culture to ensure it's somewhere on worker's and low-ranking manager's priority lists, after all the little things and bits of creative soul which make the endeavor function at all. And that's been enough to make for a wildly profitable capitalist corporation outputting good quality products. (Again, often at the expense of workers, but we're trying to understand why the system is breaking down relative to what came before, not if what came before was ethical.)

But monopolies are different. Monopolies don't just corner the consumer market so they can lower quality and raise price on them. Monopolies also seek to do the same inward. They use their monopsony power (monopoly, but when one buyer is in control rather than one seller) on job markets to constrict and squeeze workers to reduce their autonomy. Because autonomous workers can more easily organize for better pay, can safely do things to make their displeasure heard, can demand larger slices of the pie even as individuals.

Monopsonies don't want that. So they remove autonomy, remove local power in the machine, and increasingly bind everyone to the measured quantifiable (and incredibly abstract) metrics those at the very top can read and work with. An individual with autonomy can measure their own sense of "pride in one's work", but a CEO can't measure the collective work-pride of a thousand people. So the CEO is going to cut flexible budgets which once supported that. The CEO is going to curtail autonomy to enable union busting and their own greater profits, and never realize the consequences in project flexibility and creative expression, because those aren't measurables.

The executives care about money, they care a lot. But liking money isn't what's causing this specific problem. The problem is that money is all they can measure. And monopsony power over the job market means they have a new power to curtail worker freedoms and autonomy and measure the immediate boost in profits. But they have no ability to measure the ways doing so is actually destroying the building blocks which create those profits.

It's a fundamental problem with the excessive concentration of power, not just what they want to do with it.

What really stood out in watching Jenny Nicholson's review of the Star Wars hotel is just that...Disney really can't do *anything* right anymore, can it? Objectively one of the most successful corporations ever in history, got where it was through legitimately high-quality product, visionary engineering, and obsessive attention to detail, and now...they just can't do anything. Guess that's oligopoly for you.

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

Brb crying over Timon and Pumba and the artists who storyboarded them

[justalost4girl]

One

"Whatever it takes"

The phrase makes you think of the Endgame posters and your excitement about going to the movies. The emotion of buying the ticket, creating theories and avoiding spoilers. Each memory hits you with immeasurable force and you have to use all your strength to be rational and avoid a panic attack.

 

In front of you is the universe that you love so much and that has done so much for you. There is no escape. You know it's doomed to a chaotic end if you can't plan a safe script change that avoids that disastrous end.

 

But you don't plan itineraries, in your pajamas and in the middle of the street.

 

Or hungry.

 

Knowing that you don't have any money in your pocket, you take a deep breath and try to ignore the feeling of warm ground under your feet as you walk towards Stark Tower and mentally note what information can be useful to change your new reality and what should be kept for good plot development.

 

You know you don't have more than a few years to avoid the threat that is Thanos.

 

People in New York don't stop, but in this universe they overcome themselves you think as you are dragged by the crowd after you. The voice in your head sounds louder, but you can't think of anything else when you see the majesty of Tony Stark's building.

 

It was no wonder that Loki chose this building to try to dominate the Earth. You would also choose if you were a super villain.

 

Taking a look at your outfit in the reflection of one of the parked cars, you think you might not even make it through the lobby without a good excuse.

 

Saying that you came from a parallel universe is out of the question.

 

Pretending you work in the building is not an acceptable idea with your clothes on.

 

A bouncer looks in your direction and before he asks what you want, you decide to just let the dice roll.

 

Summoning all the shamelessness and courage you've ever had in your life, you enter the building pretending to be wearing the latest fashion trend (maybe you are, some adults in your universe pay dearly to look disheveled).

 

You find the nearest receptionist.

 

"Good morning, what's your name and how can I help?" The receptionist asks while she doesn't even look at you. It's uncomfortable, but you're used to being passively ignored.

 

"Good morning, I'd like to speak to Mr. Stark, it's urgent." you say, ignoring how her eyes finally scan you and indiscreetly signal the security guard just a few feet away from you.

 

(When did he enter the building?)

 

The voice in your head is loud. Is weird.

 

"Do you have an appointment?" She says interrupting your strangely loud thought with false interest in her voice.

 

"Yes, I do. He asked me to come here to talk about the sustainable energy project." You say trying to look around the building. You were never good at small talk.

 

"Of course, kid. I'll give you a chance." She says as she raises her hand and signals to the security guard who is already behind you. For a moment you think everything has worked out.

 

For a second maybe luck is on your side.

 

But she still hasn't finished talking.

 

"Turn around and go back to the hole you came out of before I call the police. The boss would never meet someone like you."

Luck has deserted you, you think, as the bouncer grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you toward the door. But you're not going to leave this building without talking to Tony Stark, so you scream for the only one who could hear you in this universe from afar.

 

"JARVIS, TELL TONY THAT PEPPER IS IN DANGER"

 

The bouncer asks for silence and squeezes your arm, but you keep yelling.

 

"TELL HIM SHIELD SENT ME, FURY SENT ME, PEPPER AND RHODES WILL DIE"

 

You are thrown out the front door without delicacy. When your knees hit the ground, you feel physical pain, but the emotional damage is greater.

 

What were you thinking? Walking through the front door without a valid excuse? This isn't a go-to fanfic, this is the real world

 

Your hands are bruised and your clothes are smeared with asphalt, dirt and humiliation. You know your inner voice is right, you have failed your only mission. Without Tony by your side, there's no way to avoid the end. You try to get up and think about what other characters could give you shelter until you form a new plan.

 

Maybe Hells Kitchen isn't so far from here. Matt has a good heart and is studying law. Jessica Jones is a little unpredictable, but she's a detective. Maybe you should have started with them before you got here empty-handed.

 

As you cross the parking lot head down toward the main avenue, a movement in the air behind you catches your eye. You turn with Hope and it quickly disappears as soon as you see it's just birds crossing the sky.

 

You need a plan B.

 

But when you turn around, Hope returns with the same speed.

 

The Mark IV, live and in color, is more imposing and beautiful in person than it is on TV. You can swear the sun hits it differently and the notion that your screams were heard back there brings a smile to your face.

 

Matt and Jessica will have to wait.

 

The smile disappears when you notice that the thruster is aiming for your head.

 

"Identify yourself" says the familiar voice of your favorite playboy.

 

You tell him your name.

 

"Okay, now explain to me why you broke into my building and made threats to my girlfriend through my virtual assistant. How did you know it worked downstairs?" He looks like a cop with these questions, but can you really judge him?

 

"First, I didn't threaten anyone. I just exaggerated a little to try to get your attention. But Pepper and Rhodes really are in danger." You say while trying to think of how to move the conversation forward. It is impossible to ignore that the chance of surviving after a hit from this armor is minimal.

 

"And SHIELD got you out of bed to let me know that?" He speaks and you can feel the irony under his metallic voice.

 

"No. But Fury would do that if he knew what I know about the future of this universe. Please let me explain. Preferably somewhere that has food." You're hungry and he's a billionaire, what does it cost to make a switch?

 

He seems to ponder, but still hands you a handheld device the size of a golf ball.

 

"JARVIS, take the kid to the penthouse and keep her company. See you in a minute"

 

The expression makes you deja-vu and you feel a shiver run up your spine as he flies through the air. A laser comes out of the ball and analyzes you. The screen shows indications of heart rate, pressure and stress.

 

"You're dehydrated and low on glucose, we need to get this sorted out ASAP. Enter the building" JARVIS' voice is just like the movie and you can't help but smile.

 

You push open the door with your injured hand and the brute bouncer walks towards you. An indication of fear appears on the screen and before he can do anything, JARVIS' voice echoes through the speakers.

 

"Stay still. She's got authorization from the boss to be here." This makes you chuckle as the ball indicates the direction of the elevator on a drop-down screen.

 

JARVIS calls the elevator for you and even asks what kind of music you like, just to make the environment more comfortable. He carries on a formal conversation and you smile remembering how polite and kind Vision was.

 

A ding signals you've reached cover and you realize how wide the tower is. Here it is bigger than your entire house. Rich people are so spacious, but you think you'd do the same if you could. A playlist starts on the floor and you're happy to hear something familiar from your universe.

 

JARVIS says he was ordered to dress you properly. You wash your hands and after informing him of the number and size of your clothes, you are invited to open one of the many pizza boxes that are on the counter near the kitchen.

 

You take the liberty of getting water and soda from the mini-fridge and sit on the comfy couch as your mind revisits the scenes where a Tony Stark wearing a Black Sabbath T-shirt says the iconic phrase "We have a hulk" to Loki. It'll be nice to see this up close, you think, as you bite into the fourth slice of your favorite pizza.

 

Now with the hunger under control, you think you can safely avoid the attack on New York. Just say the right words to the right people and you'll be solving Thanos before he even thinks about coming to earth.

 

Stark arrives outside and you can't help but be distracted by the process. It's beautiful in the movies, but in real life it looks like magic.

 

He walks in from the balcony with a strained smile on his face, but you're too distracted from finishing your soda to notice anything. From the cold look he gives you, to the noise of the elevator.

 

Getting up from the couch, you walk towards the garbage with the empty pizza box in your hand. The music has stopped, you realize, but it's too late.

 

Silence takes over first the environment and then your system when you feel a fine needle entering your neck.

 

You try to turn around, but the reflection of red hair is all you see before you fall into a deep sleep

[samaraannhan20]

Lip Gallagher Fluff ABC’s

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Lip loves how you are with his siblings. He knows that the number of siblings he has, and the way that they are, is enough to scare anyone away, but you are not scared of them. In fact, you embrace them and act as though they are your own siblings. B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) Lip’s favorite part of your body is your boobs. That man has always been a boob man, and it didn’t change when it came to you, in fact he became even more of a boob man. He also loves your hair, because he likes to be able to run his hands through it when you’re just simply hanging out. C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) Lip loves being the big spoon. When you’re sleeping in the same bed he makes sure that he is always the big spoon. When y’all sit on a couch together he either has an arm around your shoulder or has your legs pulled into his lap. D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?) Lip’s ideal date with you is taking you out to the fancier side of Chicago, and taking you to a nice dinner, and then to a show. He wishes he could do things like this for you all of the time, but sadly it’s a once a year(if that) possibility. E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?) Lip has always been very clear when it comes to his emotions, at least when it comes to being angry or sad. It’s the good emotions that are hard for you ro clarify. With him, you can’t tell the difference between happy and okay, unless he’s clearly excited about something. F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?) He wants a family, but not one anywhere near as big as his family. One or two kids will be more than enough for him. He also doesn't necessarily want one anytime soon. He has seen what a big family with people who don’t have any money is like, and he doesn’t want to raise children like that. However, if an accident occurs, he will do whatever you want to do. G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?) His form of gift giving is different than people usually give gifts. His form of gift giving is simple. If he goes to a gas station, he’ll grab you a drink of some kind. When (before he stopped drinking) he would go to pick up beer, he’d pick up a kind of alcohol that you would drink. If he stops somewhere for food on his way home, he’ll grab some for you too. H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?) You guys walk places a lot, and because he feels that the southside of Chicago isn’t that safe he always holds your hand. He also holds your hand under the table when you eat dinner, whether it be at his house with his family, or your house with yours. I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?) If you got hurt, Lip would be the perfect doting s/o. He would make sure you didn’t lift a finger the entire time you were injured, and even for the first few weeks after you were healed he would be concerned for you. J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?) Lip tickles you to tease you, because he has learned over the years that it gets you the most riled up, he would do it before you even started dating. He also will sneak up behind you when he gets home, especially if you’re in the kitchen cooking something. K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?) If you’ve seen Shameless you know how touchy Lip Gallagher can be. He kisses you in a bazillion different ways. When he first gets home he will kiss you If he’s not in a hurry it will be a very deep kiss If he is in a hurry, it will be a quick peck on the lips You have no idea how many times one of his (or your) siblings have walked in on the two of you making out because you simply cannot keep your hands off of each other L = Love (how do they show you they love you?) Lip is a huge physical touch kind of guy. That is how he always shows you that he loves you. He makes sure to kiss you before he leaves for work, kiss you when he gets home, holds your hand whenever he can, always cuddles with you, on the couch, in bed, he’s just touching you whenever he can He alsos shows you he loves you by the small gifts he brings you when he stops places on his way home. M = Memory (favorite memory together?) Your favorite memory with Lip is Ian and Mickey’s wedding. You guys spent the night celebrating two people you love, and at the end of the night you guys were able to go home to your shared apartment and spend the night in each other's arms, both separately thinking about the day that the two of you would one day get married. N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?) His worst fear is you leaving him for someone richer. He doesn’t like that he has that thought, but it has happened to him before, and he does not want it to again. He also has a fear that he will fall back into drinking and that you will leave him because of it. He doesn’t like who he is when he drinks, and neither do you, and he knows it. O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) Lip’s quirk is his smoking. He is constantly smoking, because he grew up doing it, and it became his coping mechanism when he had to go to AA and quit drinking. Another quirk of his is how smart he is, but how stupid he acts. He will make bad decisions, even though he knows that they are bad decisions. It’s a literal miracle he never ended up in prison. P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?) Baby Babygirl y/n/n Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) He likes to smoke weed and get high with you. He also enjoys when you cook dinner together Or go to the movies R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?) High School Sweethearts- Melanie Martinez Bubblegum Bitch- Marina Training Wheels- Melanie Martinez S = Secrets (how open are they with you?) Lip tried to keep a secret from you once, and you almost broke up with him, so now he tells you everything. All of his worries, what his family has been getting up-to, and even some things he hears at AA meetings (without naming names) T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?) You guys grew up together, with you living a few houses down and on the other side of the street, from the Gallaghers. It wasn’t until his first year at college that you realized how much you missed him, and how much you really loved him. He had been your best friend for years, and you had watched as he dated Karen and Mandy, and then the people he would sleep with came and went. You knew you loved him, but you didn’t realize what kind of love until he left for school. It may have been only on the other side of the city, but to you, it might as well have been Timbuktu. But you never let him know how you felt, instead you continued to play the role of best friend. When he came back home after he left college, you told him everything. He immediately grabbed you and kissed the life out of you, and then from there you were together. You never really put a label on it, but you both, and everyone around you, knew that you were it for each other. U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) When you’re upset, Lip does whatever he can to help you feel better. He brings you ice cream and other treats, and won’t let his family come anywhere near you, because he knows their drama stresses you out. He knows how to deal with the anxiety and depression that you have because of Monica and Ian, although it is nowhere near as bad as theirs. V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) Lip really shows you off. Anytime you go anywhere he makes sure that people know you are his. Whether he is holding your hand, has his hand on your waist(or close to your ass). He is so proud of you, and wants everyone to know it. W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) He doesn't want you to feel like you have to fight, because he will fight for you. However, if some bitch is being a bitch to you, he won’t hold you back. He’ll let you hit and kick and whatever. X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) He can read you like the back of his hand. You guys have been friends for so long that he knows your tells. He knows what makes you tick. He knows exactly what drink to get you at a gas station, every single fast food restaurant order, and literally anything else there is to know. Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) You and Lip would just be hanging out in your shared apartment living room talking about everything, and you would blurt it out. “We should get married,” you would say, and look up at him from your spot on the bed slightly below him. “Okay,” he would say with a shrug. He would stand up and walk over to his dresser, dig around for a second, and then toss a ring box over his head to you. “I’ve been holding onto that for awhile,” he would say as he walked back over to you. “I was waiting for a good time, but now is as good of a time as any,” he says, leaning down to kiss you on the lips. And that was that. Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) You. you make him calm. His family is crazy and always has been, but in you he has always found his safe place, no matter what.

[tastyykpop]

Could you do you try to pay for nct127?? Like you did Straykids

shameless promo for the skz one

also writing crack shit makes me laugh so hard cuz I think I'm the funniest person to have ever walked the earth and no one can tell me otherwise

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Taeyong

"I've got the check"

"woah woah woah! hold up, since when do you pay?"

"since now, gimme the check"

taeyong quickly snatches the check away

you both are practically glaring at each other like five year olds

it's not until you're on the table, fighting over the check that the waitress comes back and decides its a good day to quit

Taeil

"no"

"I didn't even say anything...."

Johnny

right when the waiter places the check on the table and you grab it, Johnny's staring at you

literally just 👁👁

and you're trying so hard to sign quickly and neatly but your hands are shaking cuz of the unwanted pressure

you don't actually have a chance at writing shit and he knows it

like he already took the check you can stop shaking

Yuta

"I'll pay"

those two words is literally the funniest thing he's heard all day and his roomate's taeil.

"you should be a comedian, youre soooo funny babe"

wipes imaginary tear and takes the check right from you

"but I wanna pay"

"and I want more lines but we can't always have what we want"

Doyoung

"im gonna-"

dude the checks no longer in your vicinity and suddenly you're already out the door

"what were you saying sweetie?"

Jaehyun

"I've got it"

"you ain't got shit, back down"

"im not fighting over the check again jae"

"good, give me the check"

"bite me."

"is that an invitation?"

"......I just wanna pay, man"

Jungwoo

"I can pay."

looks at you with so much love as he reaches over and squishes your cheeks

"she's growing up. god I remember just an hour ago you couldnt even order your own food and I had to do it for you."

"jungwoo I'm about three seconds away from shoving my credit card up your ass."

Mark

"I got it."

deep breath "HAHAHHAHAHHAH"

pulls out his card as his face is turning blue from not breathing cuz he's laughing so damn hard

"is me paying that funny to you??"

"no its funny you think you still have money on that card. why do you think there's so much watermelons at home?"

slams card on the table "im telling taeyong"

Haechan

"im paying"

"you think I got money with me?"