#let it rip babey

[tmasketch]

[thcmcnstcr]

Alrighty folks, drafts and asks aren't clicking. Evan's being super picky... But Michael, on the other hand, is being fucking LOUD. So I'm hopping over to @scldiersmercy to give angel grandpa some love

[sundrop-writes]

Claustrophobia

Isaac Lahey x GN!Reader

Word Count: 800

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of the abuse Isaac experienced from his father, mentions of that abuse having a last psychological effect on him (in the form of claustrophobia); Isaac having a panic attack due to his claustrophobia being unexpectedly triggered; this is more of a hurt/comfort fic because the reader helps him calm down. Implications that the reader doesn't know about the existence of werewolves and the supernatural. The reader's gender is not described in any way. Also, I don't know if this is at all sound advice about how to treat someone during a panic attack - not something I am versed in. I think that's it? Not proofread cause I'm on a mental hiatus babey

A/N: I just watched Season 3, Episode 4 (I've been watching two episodes a day and really enjoying the pace of it) and naturally the moment where Isaac gets stuck in the closet called to me like a beacon of whump. So here's this. Also highly recommend pairing this with Claustrophobia by 3OH! 3

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"Did it have to be a closet?"

Isaac let out a dry chuckle, a seemingly nervous laugh as he eyed up the space apprehensively before stepping inside, putting some of the supplies on one of the shelves.

The two of you began gathering supplies off the cart and loading them into the janitor's closet, carrying out the punishment you had been given. You had been fifteen minutes late to class that morning, and you had heard that Isaac was in detention for fighting - beating up one of the new kids. You knew that since his father died, he had taken on somewhat of a new persona - more bold, more unafraid to get in trouble. But you had a feeling that violence didn't suit him.

It made you wonder what the other guy did to provoke the fight, or what the truth really was. But you felt that it wasn't your place to ask.

"It's not so bad." You remarked, sensing his general anxiety about this activity, but having no clue why.

He seemed fairly confident in every other area of life - he took down guys on the field in lacrosse without even flinching, he walked tall in the halls with confidence (not that you had noticed, not that you stared at him or anything) - it did make you wonder what was so intimidating to him about a closet full of spray bottles and napkins.

"I'm... not so good with small spaces." He remarked quietly, shyly, grabbing some more of the supplies off the cart and stepping inside beside you to begin organzing everything.

Ah. He was claustrophobic. That made sense.

You had heard rumours floating around the school after his father died - you had even heard whispers between Scott and Stiles when they were trying to be subtle in their conversations but had a poor sense of tact. Isaac's father used to lock him in a freezer as punishment, among other things. It was a horror you couldn't imagine.

"You-"

You were about to offer for him to leave, offering to finish up the rest of the work by yourself so that he wouldn't have to be burdened by his anxiety, when the closet door swung shut, slamming closed in a strangely violent manner. Isaac rushed to the door, furiously ripping on the handle, trying to get it open.

"It - it won't open-" He gasped, suddenly sounding terribly out of breath.

He was panicking, likely overtaken by horrible memories that you couldn't even imagine.

"It's okay, it's probably just stuck, I can call someone-" You took your phone out of your pocket, trying to reassure him, but his panicked flailing in the small space, now shouldering against the door, trying to ram it down, knocked your phone out of your hand and cracked the screen.

You didn't know if it was still in working order or not, but you knew it would be wiser to calm him down first.

"Something - something is blocking it from the other side!" He said, his breaths becoming more panicked and frantic as he kept trying to charge the door down - how was he not hurting himself?

He was sweating and shaking, and you ached with sympathy for him.

In Isaac's mind, he was right back there. Locked in darkness, clawing against the tiny, enclosed walls, desperate to get out. He was suffocating, he was running out of air, he was gonna die. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't-

Suddenly, your hand moved against his shoulders, a flat, firm palm rubbing his back, trying to comfort him. The pure gentleness of the touch startled his senses back to reality - there had been nobody to comfort him back then. He collapsed against the door, pressing his forehead into the metal, and deeply against his will, he let out a sob.

"Hey, shh, it's okay." You told him, trying to be as soothing as possible. "You're being so brave-"

"I'm not brave." Isaac choked out. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize." You told him firmly, fighting back your own tears of empathy had how distraught he was. "Come on, sit down. Let's take a minute to calm down and breathe and then we'll find a way out of here."

You helped him onto the floor - he practically collapsed into a sitting position against one of the shelves, his entire body shuddering and shaking. Though he wasn't the most naturally affectionate person in the world, he didn't deny your touches when you cradled his head onto your shoulder and continued to soothingly rub his back.

After a few minutes of silence, save for his whimpers as his tears died down, he spoke up.

"I'm sorry," He apologized again. "I just - my dad..." He trailed off, barely able to voice it.

"It's okay," You told him, and for once in his life - he actually felt okay, here with you, in your arms. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Thank you." He sighed.

When Scott came and got the two of you out of the closet (after Isaac had apologized a dozen more times for cracking your phone screen) - he could sense something in the way Isaac looked at you now, but he didn't say anything about it. Not yet.

[gubbles-owo]

be it girls band cry brainrot or just the recent bout of shakily screaming my heart out in my closet professional vocal recording booth, but i spent way too dang long today pondering the stupid question "if manticore was asked to join a band, what part would she play"

my first thought was keys or something, but moments later the obvious realization hit: manticore wants to be seen. manticore wants to be HEARD. THAT'S RIGHT LEAD VOCALS ON THE MIC AND CENTER STAGE, BABEY picture it: audition day, the stage appears empty, until a bunch of equipment on one side suddenly gets knocked over, immediately followed up with a burst of feedback and a meek "s-s-sorry..." and the ominously floating microphone from which this voice stammers steadily makes its way center stage, where it trembles silently in place "but gubbles" i hear u ask "her voice is so shaky and quiet and she's always asked to speak up" YES EXACTLY. GTRABS U BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHAKES U. THAT IS EXACTLY WHY. GIVE HER THE MICROPHONE. LET HER VOICE BE AMPLIFIED FOR ALL TO HEAR. THIS IS HER SOCIAL REDEMPTION ARC GODDAMMIT THIS IS HER LEARNING TO SPEAK UP AND BELT HER HEART OUT ONSTAGE SHE CAN DO THIS honestly im of the opnion that manticore would rip if she built up the confidence to sing. might take her a while to get there, a lot of practice and encouragement and learning to trust both her bandmates and herself, but i think she could pull it off. yes i spent way too long thinking about all thi s

[winters-hysteria]

Hiii

Could you maybe write an nsfw Scott Lang x reader with the prompt 4. Scott tried a new sex position where he tries prone bone and she’s just sobbing moaning and can’t even say anything coherent

And maybe to add to it, It’s a similar situation to the one where she couldn’t cum without clit stimulation, and she surprises him by cumming quickly because of the new position

bitch /aff i fucking love you that you for this idea hskdhbsabk

so to shorten it :

scotty (our lovely lil baby) wanted to try a new position with reader and it just feels so good, reader is pretty much melted. she even cums from just penetration, whereas originally she needed clit stimulation and she ends up surprising scotty (and letting him know he was gonna be doing this a lot more.)

pre-thanos so cassie is lil babey

803 words

warnings: smut (obvi)

nsfw below the cut

"you alright baby?" scott asked, concern lacing his voice as his hands planted on either side of your head, the rest of his body straddling yours.

you were laying on your tummy with your back slightly arched into him, your face pressed into scott's soft warm pillow. you two had asked maggie to watch cassie for the weekend because you two wanted some (much-needed) alone time. you'd stood at the door next to him with one of his arms around your waist and waved off maggie's car until you could no longer see it, giggling at cassie's small hands stretching out the open window.

the second it was no longer in view he pounced on you, locking his lips with yours. he pushed you out of the doorframe and slammed it behind the both of you, using his entire body to pin you to the door a couple seconds later. you let out soft moans as his hands grabbed everywhere they could, letting out a whine of "scott!!" when he palmed your breast through his your t-shirt you wore. the sound of his name falling from your plush lips drove him absolutely feral, only breaking the kiss to rip his and your shirts off.

he practically dragged you to the bedroom, throwing your smaller frame onto the soft bed. he followed soon after, kicking off his jeans and crawling on top of you. his lips had found your neck, the soft whines you'd been letting out developing into loud, needy moans.

he'd canted his hips up into your core when he heard them, tightening his grip on your hair. he whined, really whined- into your ear, causing your eyes to roll back and your spine to arch.

his hands had travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of your gray cargo pants, undoing the buttons and yanking them down as fast as he could. he had to pause for a moment at the sight of your black panties. they made him nearly want to bust right then and there, but he had something he wanted to try before he did.

he slipped his fingers underneath the black fabric, pulling it down slowly and reveling in the sweet sweet sounds slipping from your lips. he could hardly wait any longer and made quick work of the rest of your clothing before using a strong hand to force your thighs apart, ring and middle finger running along your soaked slit, earning a long, drawn-out cry from you.

"that good, huh?" he smirked from between your thighs, turning into a giggle when you lifted them and squished his head.

"shut up and fuck me, scotty." your exasperated (albeit very turned on) voice floated down to him.

"aw, no asking nicely?" scott pouted mockingly before you raised yourself on your elbows and glared down at him. he'd never tell you, but seeing you give him that look made him impossibly hard.

"scott i swear if you don't fuck me right now i will get up out of this bed and go stay at maggie's." you huffed.

his eyes narrowed. "you wouldn't."

you moved to get off the bed. "i would." rolling onto your tummy and reaching for your shirt, you put one foot on the floor before being stopped by scott climbing back up onto the bed, on top of you.

"i wanna try something', okay?" scott whispered in your ear, and a heavy blush painted across your face as you nodded.

"okay."

and that was how you ended up here, face pressed into the pillow while scott slowly thrusted above you, drawing out small huffs and whines from his throat.

"can i go faster? please?" the desperation in his voice stoked the fire in your lower belly even more, had you mewling and whining in response as his hips bucked faster and harder into you, relishing in the loud incoherent cries you were letting out.

"that feel good, baby? yeah? you fuckin' love this, don't you? god, you're such a good girl. yeah, yeah, my good girl."

his eyes were closed in concentration. "mm, gettin' close, honey. gonna fuckin' fill you up so good."

he let out a loud groan of your name as he came inside you, riding out his high while you sobbed in pleasure beneath him. listlessly murmuring while you felt that coil in your belly start to tighten. your whines got gradually louder until it snapped, surprising both you and scott as you clutched at the sheets and cried out from beneath him.

"jesus christ. did you just cum?" he whispered in shock, staring down at your trembling form, breathing heavy and deep. "fuck, honey, that was hot. oh my god. we are so doing this again."

your only response was a quiet whine that sounded vaguely of a "yes."

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

my mom for some reason bought a whole spiral cut ham and so it's time for my favorite "low effort quick and easy healthy and delicious dinner with Lu, who just got off a 10 hour shift and is, perhaps, Hangry":

don't talk to me scramble

(so named because when I come home from work and am eating a late supper I want everyone to shut up and let me eat in peace)

YOU WILL NEED:

3 of the biggest eggs you've got - 4 if they're smaller than LargeTM

ham: deli cut works here but I literally just grabbed the spiral cut ham and ripped pieces off with my bare hands until I had a generous handful of Ham Bits (you can probably use whatever lunchmeat you have in your fridge for this tbh)

about like 3 tbsp of cream cheese?? Gordon Ramsay it babey

one(1) slice of pepper jack cheese or whatever kind you like

big handful of spinach (frozen works but I used a slightly wilted leftover salad since it needs eaten soon) or other vegetables of choice. bagged frozen stuff is great in eggs

optional carb (bread, tortilla, biscuits, et cetera)

LET'S CRACK THIS THING.

butter or oil in your pan. crack ya eggs. throw the Ham Bits in immediately or else they will be Cold. once eggs start to cook throw in your SpinchTM or ~vegetals of choice~ so that they'll wilt/heat up. this is the point where you want to toast your bread or heat a tortilla or whatnot, if you're into that kind of thing. once eggs are MOSTLY cooked, toss in your pepper jack and cheem creams and stir it all around until it's melted. it will probably look a bit watery — if this is a texture no-no I suggest making this in omelette form, bc yes, cream cheese is awesome in an omelette. serve with Optional Carb if you wis, or by itself, possibly eaten directly out of the pan you cooked it in. you are adulting so well. your tastebuds and your body think you're the coolest 👍 go forth full, happy, and proud of yourself

[doomed-era]

also. i was going to ask this before but i didnt know how to word it: any zelda tropes you like/dislike? stuff like fairies being guides for link or the concept of sages/Legendary Sword or how link and zelda are always depicted or reoccurring characters like impa or beedle or epona. though theres probably not. a lot of tropes considering most games are vastly different from each other. uhh yeah if youve got nothing . things that were done from a zelda game that you liked?

OOH. tbh I had to think about this a bit (my gripes are usually with the fandom and how they depict the tropes as a Strict Narrative Rule) but! I do have some

UH ONES I HATE. this is gonna be long no matter what so it's going under a cut

Number one has got to be making link into a super special boy for basically no reason!!! being from a special type of knights is. so irrelevant to everything else about alttp link that I think a lot of people legitimately forget this. it barely ever comes up and it's honestly not that important to the story except as an excuse for why link's the only one that can grab the pendants and pull the master sword, which. why not just have him be the one to do this because he's just really determined? Ocarina of Time...tried this, sort of? almost completely irrelevant AGAIN. in twilight princess and wind waker they are just some guy basically and this is the best direction they could have gone with his character. except they ruined it in botw and ss and I will neverrrr forgive them for this. botw link beats up grown men at five years old he's like superbaby instant knight and I HATE it. it's just stupid. I don't even care that it applies pressure to him as a character and seems to affect him; they could have just made it an in-universe lie and it would have had the exact same effect so genuinely screw that trope

number two is calling random soldiers knights stop fucking doing this. i dont care that its fictional fantasyland it annoys me

number three! the 3D games' great fairies! I hate almost all of them the oot/mm great fairies are freaks, botw ones are so pretty but they're creepy as hell, and twilight princess is just a naked lady and it's stupid I hate her. wind waker minish cap and alttp fairies are gongeous though

number four. everyone thinking link is cool and or hot. I hate this in universe and in the fandom. I don't care that the devs wanted to make him """"cool"""" he's 100% always a LOSER!!!!

number five I hate the hijacked by ganon trope in zelda games so much. STOP ffs please let ganon/ganondorf take the spotlight we all love him. or let another villain be the main baddie

ok now for ones I like :)

nunberone...SENTIENT MONSTERS SENTIENT MONSTERS BABEY SENTIENT MOSNTERS ILVOE SRENTIERHSDJKFHSFHAAAAA

GRRAAA ITS A SECRET TO EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOE THE MOBLIN!!! KING BULBLIN SAYING HE FOLLOWS THE STRONGEST SIDE!!! THE ENTIRE DARK WORLD ITS SO

two. npc companions...rips off my shirt to reveal another shirt that says I LOVE MIDNA AND TATL AND EZLO AND KING OF RED LIONS AND GHOSTIE ZELDA AND MEDLI AND MAKAR AND TETRA AND SIDON AND YUNOBO AND

number three...I love random gods and spirits that are just hanging out because. keaton malanya zephos satori light spirits what have you. theyre great I need more of that.

number four incredibly weird npcs. need i say more

number five soldiers being extremely incompetent and dumb or getting possessed. soldiers as enemies or easily corruptible people

number six that one character that doesn't like link. you know what i mean (revali. groose. mido. iirc ralph? maybe? I haven't played much of the oracle games)

number seven hyrule with a dark and bloody past. and not only that but a fairly simple presentation of it that's clearly hiding a more complex underbelly. its just neat to see simple, clear-cut writing tell you so much with so little. it's a big reason I love alttp; it's simple but there's so much grief in it

number eight uh. clawshot/hookshot :] good stuff

[danielfuckingricciardo]

23 and Alex or Danny?? Whoever u want, I just love you and ur writing sooo much 💙💙

Bestie stop I’ll cry you’re too kind 😭😭😭

Song 23 - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living // My Chemical Romance

As soon as I saw what song it was I knew what I had to do and I honestly can’t do this to Alex he’s too babey too precious cinnamon roll to be all 2016 abt it. So instead Daniel gets a fic that I’ve been thinking abt for a while and that fits the song perfectly. Also this is great cos I know ur just as emo as I am lol

Trigger warnings - graphic descriptions of murder and blood.

You looked up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your knuckles white beneath the drying blood stains you grip onto the edge of the sink for dear life.

‘Fuck. What have I done?’ You thought to yourself.

The moment went by in a blur. You had watched him enter his driver’s room, your mind and heart racing as you thought about exactly what you wanted to do.

You had the knife - the means to do it. All you had to do was follow him, and not make a sound.

Before he could even say anything, you plunged the knife into his chest. The wet squelch it made as it sliced into his flesh played on repeat in your ears like tinnitus. You couldn’t escape that noise.

He hit the ground, but the animal within you had taken over. Your mind was blank as you continued to plunge the knife in and out of him as the blood pooled beneath his dying body. His eyes were glassy, and a single drop of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth as you watched the life drain out of him.

His life… that you had taken.

You weren’t sure how many times you had stabbed him. It all felt like a dream, or a nightmare, the details were hazy.

All you knew, was that you had done it. You had killed Sergio Perez.

In the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. The good thing to do. You were clean, you had thought, because you didn’t do it for yourself. It wasn’t for a selfish reason.

You did it for Daniel.

You snap your head up to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, but you didn’t see yourself anymore. The person you were before you had taken a man’s life, they were dead too. They died alongside Checo. You were all that was left. The part of you that could commit such a barbaric act.

Splatters of blood adorned your face, drying and flaking and mixing with the endless stream of tears that ran from your waterlines.

You reach a shaky hand up to your cheek and smear a droplet with your fingertips, his blood and your tears mixing into some kind of unholy elixir of death.

The front door opens, and you gasp. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You didn’t want him to know.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Daniel calls out, but you don’t reply.

Doors open and close, before you hear footsteps, followed by the creak of the bathroom door as it slowly swings open to reveal your bloodied and bedraggled form.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” Daniel asks. He doesn’t move. He keeps his distance. He sees your face in the bathroom mirror, and you see his, and his face drops.

“Wha-what did you do?” He asks, his breathing shaky as his brown eyes fill with tears.

“I did it for you.” You manage to speak, your grip on the sink becoming tighter as you fight to keep control, strong enough to almost rip the fixtures out of the wall.

“What did you do? (Y/N), please. Talk to me. You’re freaking me out here,” Daniel says, the panic evident in his voice.

“I don’t really remember. I-I- I followed him inside and… I had a knife and…” you try to speak, but you choke up. You didn’t want Daniel to know exactly what you were capable of. You didn’t want to scare him.

“What did you do, (Y/N),” Daniel says forcefully, and it hurt. Hearing the man you loved so much, so deeply, speak to you in such a way. It caused you more pain than anything else you had done that day.

“I killed him. I killed Checo,” You say, letting out a shaky breath, “but I did it- I did it for you!”

You turn to face him, your eyes making contact with his, and you take a step towards him.

Daniel takes a step back, and with that step, he breaks your heart.

“I would never, never hurt you,” you say, and Daniel takes another step away.

“Please Daniel, don’t do this to me, please!” You beg.

You fall to your knees before him, gazing up at him and begging for forgiveness with a face he had loved. A face that was covered in an innocent man’s blood.

“I would never want you to do this. I would never ask- Fuck!” Daniel exclaims, banging his fist on the bathroom door in anger, hard enough to splinter the wood.

You don’t react. There’s nothing left within you now. No emotions, no feelings. You were completely numb.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, “I love you.”

“And I loved you! Fuck!” Daniel shouts as he turns away from you, covering his face with his hands in despair.

‘He can’t even bare to look at me. What have I done?’ You think to yourself.

Daniel walks away from you, and you let him. Whatever he was going to do, you weren’t going to stop him.

You had given him a gift, and whether he chose to accept it or not was up to him to decide.

It was only as you saw the blue flashing lights outside of the window, and heard the sirens blaring below that you knew he had made his choice.

They cuffed you, and held you tightly as they marched you out of the apartment. Your tears running hot and fast down your cheeks.

You take a final glance in Daniel’s direction as they take you away, and you know for certain that he had rejected your gift.

You always felt that you loved Daniel more than he loved you. He said he would do anything for you, anything at all, but now you know he didn’t mean it. But you did. You loved him so much, you would kill for him.

[ilovebeingaturtle]

actually i genuinely love the voice acting for '87 shredder and krang so much like james avery (rip) gives shredder so much energy and bombast just through his voice!!! and i think pat fraley absolutely nails the scheming alien mad scientist vibe from krang like YEAH of course an alien whose mother tongue isn't english would sound kinda weird!!!! and he's a weird little brain creature too!!! (i always thought his voice had a slight snakelike quality, especially when he draws out certain words?)

James Avery’s vocal performance as Shredder was fantastic, he really understood the important of giving a character range. Shredder flawlessly goes from intimating yelling to childish whining, he gets happy, angry, boastful, silly-he feels human. Shredder wouldn’t be nearly as loved of a character if it wasn’t for the talented performance, he’s a really charismatic villain

Also yea Krang’s voice is fucking-iconic, I adore it AHSJSH, any time they cut to the Technodrome and just let him making weird fucking noises before continuing the scene gets a laugh out of me. He’s vocal stimming babey!!! One of my favourite goofy voices for a fictional character it’s so fun

[astro-inthestars]

*spawns in your inbox* hello if you feel like it could you tell me tales and folklore and traditions from the philippines?

OOH OOH OOH i can do that for sure!! We've got some pretty funky tales around here! First thing that came to mind was the creepy monster folklore we have here though <333 One of the main things people might know about us!! (besides our amazing food <33)

Okay okay SO first up, over here there are things we call Aswang. It's basically like... a category almost, due to the amount of interpretations. It's the typical witch/ghost/demon around here! Sometimes it's seen as a beautiful woman, or a monstrous dog, or a elusive ghost with sharp nails and teeth!

Something that may or may not fall under this category, is one of my favorite folktale monster from over here: The Manananggal! Ohhhh this one is soooo messed up and I love it-

It's a creature that sometime appears like a normal woman, but transforms into a horrific creature, with huge bat wings, sharp teeth and nails, and a longgg tongue! Basically our equivalent of a vampire- BUT what makes this motherfucker special??? This bitch can DETACH its torso from its lower body, and flies into the night sky!! And it usually ain't pretty, with its stomach guts or bloody ripped torso flailing in the wind! Its main prey (or the target audience of this cautionary folktale) are pregnant women. Also!! Fun fact; its name, Manananggal, is from the root word "tangal" which means "remove" and with the prefix "ma" it makes the full word mean "remover" or "seperator," orrrr "one who seperates itself" quite literally in this case <3

Enough of the horrors though! Hmmm, let me tell you some traditions we have, though some may not be "official" traditions, and are just some habits we're taught throughout our life- So much so that I actually had a hard time trying to think of some 'traditions' due to thinking these are all normal... and not knowing if other countries actually did them so. . . aahaha- well anyway!

First most notable one is obviously our signs of respect, AKA the uses of the words 'po' and 'opo' and our (probably?) well-known sign of pagmamano! First of all, 'po' is a word used in sentences that indicate respect, like when you're talking to someone older than you, or someone with notable authority! Like "Excuse me po, can I use the restroom?" And with 'Opo,' it's just the "respectful" version of our "Yes" which is just 'Oo' (when you say "oo" to someone older than you or someone with authority, it's regarded as disrespect or that you treat this person casually or are very close and familiar) And pagmano? Well that's also a respectful gesture, like po and opo! But unlike the phrases, this one is a gesture, and is usually only used for older people! Usually elders, actually. The gesture is you taking the older person's hand and gentle placing their knuckles on your forehead, like this in the image!

And along with it you usually say "Mano po" or just any variation of a greeting!

Oh, here's something more "traditionally" a tradition,a nd one of my favorite ones... guess what??? Us Pinoys? We celebrate FOUR MONTHS of Christmas!!!! THAT'S RIGHT!! We celebrate that shit early <3 It's mostly because the Filipino are SUPER duper religious, but also... CHRISTMASSSSS!! We call them "Ber Months" because for us, as soon as September hits... well? That's already CHRISTMAS BABEY!! Christmas lights UP, trees READY, christmas songs BLASTING, parols SELLING- wait. hold on- DO YOU GUYS HAVE PAROLS???

I just looked it up and CHRISTMAS PAROLS ARE A UNIQUELY FILIPINO THING?? OKAY OKAY parols are basically christmas lanterns! THey're bright and colorful and AWESOME and stalls for them line the streets at Ber Months- HERE HERE LOOK!!!

These are what the big and bright ones look like!

And these are what the smaller and simpler ones look like! They're all made from bamboo sticks and japanese paper!! it's AWESOME!

Okay okay, this is probably wAyyYYY too long already but here's some honorable mentions: -Us Filipinos' daily meal ALWAYS include rice. Unless its snacks or dessert or appetizers, I guess- but every main meal, Breakfast, Lunch, and Supper, we have rice! We cook an "ulam" which is what is paired with the rice! It's like rice is the default, and whatever the food is will be eaten with the rice! Like, fried chicken is ulam! Then we eat it with rice! -We've got impeccable hospitality!!! Like, if ANY stranger comes into a Pinoy's home, they WILL offer to eat with them! No matter who! They'll always tell the guest "Kain po!" ("Come eat!") and usually the person would be modest and decline, but eat anyway! It's truly interesting how hardwired these things are... -Our modes of transportation are WAY different from American ones, I find!! Over here we've got Jeepneys, Tricycles, and Pedicabs! So i don't have to explain, here's what they look like:

Jeepneys, tricycles, and pedicabs respectively! Not much to say about the last two, but the jeepney seems REAL notable- They're from military jeeps, but longer and redesigned for transport. And yes, all jeeps have weird designs and briht colors, and most likely has anime on them. Don't ask, I don't know either. These are our main forms of transport over here!! But that doesn't mean we don't have the usual bus or taxi, of course! -Every region and town here has its own fiesta!! we've got SO many fiestas in this country!! and it all varies from region to region.. They usually span a week long or even a month!! Festivals here are typically held to honor patron saints or to display the region’s primary local harvest!

Well, anyway, that's all I've got a- ......what do you mean it's 1 am.

[professional-benaddict]

This is a long shot for a LP prompt buuuuutttttt

✨peter attacked by a shark✨

Maybe his leg or side when he’s out visiting Malibu with his dads🤷‍♀️

Also loved the newest chapters of LP :)

Hi lovely!💗 I showed this to @sydneyshipsstuff and we agreed that this is a bit much for LP😳💗 Peter wouldn’t be able to travel that far due to all his medical needs and weaker body, and Daddies would never take him to swim in the ocean. Poor babey is too widdle for that😭💗

But!! I’ll give you this AU instead👀

Backpacker Peter wants to try surfing for the first time. He goes to Australia and takes some surfing lessons in Sydney before going out by himself. Except, he goes out too far and is biten by a shark. Peter gets some puncture wounds in his side, but luckily the shark let go before he could rip anything.

Stephen and Tony (they are married) are more experienced surfers and often come to Sydney to surf. They help Peter get back to shore, and Stephen gives proper first aid since he is a doctor. The couple stay with Peter till the ambulance arrives and offer to go with him to the hospital, since Peter is all alone in a foreign country and was just bitten by a freaking shark.

Peter appreciates the company a lot. Having two Americans with him makes him feel a bit more at home. Plus, this is all really scary and the two husbands are hot as hell.

[sidprescot]

10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags

pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people! tagged by @kuwdora and @garaviel thank you both for tagging me 🥰🥰🥰

this was so hard actually omg why is it that as soon as i get asked my favorite (insert thing here) i immediately forget everything i've ever loved. blorbo? i don't know her

cornelius hickey (the terror): who could forget dear rat boy? captain crozier's specialest little princess. gay cannibal thottie with the body. five foot something and he's royalty short king mama ayyy 🎶 killed a man for a free hawaiian vacation and all he got is this lousy t-shirt (sick ass coat he stole from a dead man)

mordin solus (mass effect) - dr war crimes my beloved... he is the very model of a scientist salarian 🥺 only being able to pick one mass effect companion is actually destroying me tho. thane i'm so sorry king

rogue amendiares (cp2077) - LET ME ROMANCE THE HOT MILF CDPR I AM ON MY KNEES

yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher - any/all canon) - that is my WIFE. the love of my life. honorable mention to my side piece cahir i still love you babygirl. and my toxic ex vilgefortz

harry du bois (disco elysium) - the saddest wettest most pathetic man of all time he's just like me fr

frodo baggins (lotr) - the og babygirl ok? he is taking the ring to mordor though he does not know the way!!!!!! second place goes to gandalf and his big naturals

sidney prescott (scream) - thee final girl of all time and the reason for my url enough said

captain spaulding (rob zombie's firefly trilogy) - TUTTI FUCKIN FRUTTI!! that's my fucked up clown dad, babey!!! rip sid haig

dana scully (the x files) - woman of all time tbh. she is the BLUEPRINT. i saw her for the first time when i was like six years old and it altered my brain chemistry forever

astarion (baldur's gate 3) - LISTEN i relate to his story and really appreciate the way his trauma is handled respectfully and the themes of bodily autonomy and consent and reclaiming your power and breaking the cycle and and and- HOWEVER if we are talking thirst there is no question my fave is actually orin 🤪 because i am mentally ill goodbye 💀

tagging: @belgianfry @medalsofgold @margaritalaux-antille @faarkas @chainsawsangel @hannahmationstudios @coconutwaterbending @girlfriendtanjiro @phileilharts @ladyyennefer

absolutely no pressure tho 💕

[alloutofgoddesses]

PJO TV Thoughts

S1,E6

(There will be book mentions/spoilers)

Can’t lie to y’all im on my second week of this semester and already just so eepy

Okay the first line does tell you exactly what’s happening in this dream but I was so confused by it being Percy’s headmaster from Yancy

Anyway omg I swear you can see Luke in the reflection like it’s gonna be so obvious it’s not Clarisse on rewatches

WE GOT “Little Hero”

Cracker Barrel! What o would give to eat at a Restaurant rn

A SECOND SEAWEED BRAIN HAS HIT THE PERCABETH TOWERS

(I am aware others have made that joke)

Omg hi Luke

Good not being sus Luke

ARREST HER?!?! Percy wtf

Luke I’m positive you would know what Ares is like

OOP if Luke picks up on it IMMEDIATELY…

The episode is titled “A Zebra Takes Us To Vegas” AND WE INLY GET A SECOND OF A ZEBRA ON SCREEN?!?!

Anybody else see the Geia fashion billboard or just me

Way to be obvious about it

“I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm/where the music don’t stop for life” I think that Levitating was chosen WITH INTENTION for these lyrics only

ODYSSEY MENTION

Graphic novels do count

ODYSSEUS MENTION

Oh besties… the lotus eaters have upgraded darlings

WISE GIRL WISE GIRL WEE WOO WEE WOO IT’S HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

The fact that they haven’t shown Grover eating garbage yet… cowards. COWARDS.

I do think that them knowing takes tension out of it but they think that it’s okay unless they eat something

CASTELLAN LORE ALREADY

A Saytr?? I’m saying that TV screen image is a sun so APOLLO MENTION

A gay satyr?!!! The subtext

Oh? I’m compelled certainly what kind of magic does the Lotus have to convince satyrs Pan is there

DREAM TALK

Like you can see extras wearing dated clothes but it’s just not the same

Also I’m waiting for others to find the di Angelos, I know I’m not gonna be able to find anything

(If they cut it out I will lose it)

Are the employees also under the spell? I would have to assume so

Uh oh Grover is forgetting

HE’S HERE

The way his face fell… I’m afraid LMM is eating as Hermes

BTW I saw someone say LMM was a bad choice as Hermes because canonically Hermes has the most children and they don’t think LMM is sexy enough for that… girlie do you not remember what happened when Hamilton came out be SO FOR REAL

At first I thought I wouldn’t be able to seperate actor from character but he’s doing such a good job that’s Hermes I’m sorry (no I’m not)

ORPHEUS MENTION (I’ve helped others [get into the Underworld] before)

Are the fields Italy? Once again folks I’m not gonna be able to find it so I’m reaching out to

Someone looks back I’m guessing

Oh babey the lore the tension

HEY WHAT WAS THAT

My guess is something to do with Gabe or as one brilliant Twitter user said, Percy���s first time at boarding school

YEAH ANNABETH MOVE BABY YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT

(Also how the fuck can Hermes do that)

Sure buddy see you next season

“This was all just a waste of time. We don’t have time to waste.” Oh Annabeth I’m so sorry for what you’re about to learn

I love all the helmets and stuff really lets you know what’s going on

Oh noooooo oh boy oh buddy oh wow that hurt

Sorry he’s making Hermes feel so empathetic which is exactly how he is in the books. He’s good!

OOP

Were those the di Angelos? They were brunette and small (still reaching)

Oh so that’s why they mentioned days earlier I see

HIS KEYS?

Are George and Martha on there are they wondering what’s happening

CENTRAL AIR BABEY

Oh no Percy’s forgetting too

Just rip him out and leave besties

Oh geez they’re never leaving at this rate

Damn there’s that fatal flaw again Percy

RIP Grover playing a human hunter game I will never forget you

Annabeth it was good it really was but you’re right. He is the god of thieves.

Oh boy now we know why they let him drive though

Me when I first started learning how to drive standard

Just in case you forgot Percy is a New Yorker

Oh NO bestie got distracted looking at the princess (his words not mine though I agree) next to him

NO DON’T TURN OFF THE LIGHT I WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE ANYTHING

What did I just say. What is happening on screen

Oh boyyyyyy

He’s just three apples tall

Oh it’s so much worse underwater

SEAWEED HAIR

Wait… were AFTER the summer solstice? WHY

Exactly Percy you gotta finish it

YEEAHHHHHHH

Four?!?! What about ‘you will fail to save what matters most in the end?’ He better lose one I stg

Next ep trailer

Okay so who’s eye is in the credits what do we think

Crusty’s!

Desert and terrible forest?

Okay yeah he definitely loses one or uses one to trick someone or something he said said “you guys leave with my mom”

Oh wait what if he uses it on Crusty… Disney let Percy actually be violent

SWORD FIGHT NEXT EP? At least the beginning

HOLD FAST MOM OHHHHHHHHH OUCH

BONUS: Hermes in cat form

[ilovethetalkingclock]

On The Loose

GENRE: Horror, Humor

CHARACTERS: Kevin, Streber, Radford, A LITTLE BIT OF Ignacio (Spooky Month)

TW: Body horror transformation

SUMMARY: Kevin miscalculated what night it would be.

WOLF REVEALED BABEY!!!! Watch out for an illustration within!!!

It was just another night at work. 

Those two kids had just dragged a fucking dragon out of all things right in. 

It seemed all feral, flapping and roaring about, almost destroying the place before it flew right off, the boys chasing it as if they were just playing a game of tag.

He was just grateful he didn’t manage to get roasted!!! Wow that sounded really hilarious out of context.

Anyways, he coincidentally found himself about to restock the rock candy, thinking everything was going to be fine.

Until he felt the cramping.

Uh oh.

He thought it wouldn’t be until tomorrow night!!! Maybe it was just nerves?

Kevin looked out the door window to double-check.

Nope. 

The full moon was right out there in the sky.

This was bad. This was VERRRY bad.

In spite of the pain going everywhere in his body, Kevin picked up his phone to text Streber.

---

Streber was busy watching the 1931 Universal adaptation of Dracula when his phone buzzed.

Kev: “EMERGENCY. I MISCALCULATED.”

Streber’s eyes widened as he saw Kevin continue typing, immediately knowing what he meant by that.

Streber: “You don’t mean…”

Streber: “NO.”

Kev: “IT’S DAMN OBVIOUS I DO.”

Kev: “IT ALREADY HURTS.”

Kev: “HELP.”

Immediately, Streber typed back.

Streber: “I’M ON MY WAY.” 

The movie was paused as Streber rushed out the door, pumping his car pedal.

---

Kevin was already gone.

The wolf had woken up to see the hairs of his body elongate and his long black claws claws tear out those silly little ‘fingers’, as usual for his wake-ups.

As his arms extended bit by bit, he got his front paws onto the floor, his hind paws already at the tips as his heels distorted the legs into a more digitigrade form.

The wolf arched his back as he felt those black spikes nicely rip right out, feeling his tail wag as it emerged.

He licked around the inside of his what was now contorting into a muzzle as he felt those odd square teeth become a full-set of pearl knives.

It wasn’t long until the transformation was complete, the wolf giving his body a stretch before doing anything else.

But wait… what was he doing wearing this… suit?

Eh, no matter. He just simply grabbed it with his clawed paws and tore it right off, letting the remains right onto the ground. Feeling there was also something right on his head, he threw it off with just a little shake. 

Inspecting the white cloth object that was now on the ground, he couldn’t help but give it a gnaw and shake it a bit around.

Now this place before him…

It certainly wasn’t the cell…. It wasn’t the woods either… 

It was all pink and… he could smell a lot of sweet things.

Was he allowed outside, finally?

His internal thought was interrupted by the entrance of a human he had not seen before.

Its hair was that of a curly… dirty blonde. It seemed to don something over its eyes that seemed to be blue on one side, red on the other. 

Overall it also looked… paralyzed with fear.

Hmmm... best not to take any chances with a scared human. 

Spitting the cloth thing out, it looked around to see any way out of this place.

Thankfully as the wolf turned, there seemed to be an exit to the back.

He just crashed right through with no problem, finding himself meeting the feeling of that cold night air of the outdoors as he ran out through the alleyway, into the darkness.

---

Radford had arrived to visit Kevin, and was now still at the entryway, still trying to process what he just saw.

It… seemed like a wolf for the most part… with the fur, tail, and fangs… or maybe some dog breed.

But since when did wolves have spikes?!?! When were their ears that long?! And that segmented mouth…

It just looked like some weird… mutant… dinosaur… dog thing.

And the torn CandyClub uniform on the floor… ohhhh noooo…

And just when Streber pulled up too…

“Radford?!”

“Streber, before you go any further I need to warn you something!!!!”

“What??”

“It’s Kevin!!! HE’S DEAD!!!!”

Streber’s heart skipped a beat before he immediately realized what went on.

“Uh-”

“You probably won’t believe me on this b-but- a giant dog of some sort just ate him up I think!!!!! When I got there it was still gnawing at his uniform cap before it ran off…”

“Well-”

“At least I think it was a dog, for all I know it coulda been a Hellhound!!!!”

“Just take me to the scene.”

Radford was incredulous.

“That was your boyfriend for crying out loud!!! Why are you so calm?!”

“Because I know what really happened.”

“Wha-”

But Streber had already entered right in, inspecting the remains of the uniform.

“Radford… remember our movie nights.”

“What about them?! What’s that-”

“Picture this scenario: you just came across a, for the most part, canine beast.”

“Uh..”

“Underneath it is a tattered and torn set of clothing.”

“Mhm..”

“No blood. No indication that the person who owned them was eaten.”

The dots connected in Radford’s head.

“Wait… you mean…”

“Look at the moon.”

Radford looked. It was bright and full. 

“You’re… telling me… KEVIN’S A WEREWOLF?!”

“Yep. And I know this because he told me back in high school.”

Radford tried to gather all his questions.

“I-I didn’t expect them to look like THAT! Usually they just look anthro or- whatever!!!”

“Yeah, it’s a bit wild. Pun intended.”

“No time for puns! We gotta find him!!!”

“My bad, oops.”

“....could you at least explain further as we do this?”

“My pleasure!!!!!”

And so they went through the broken back door.

---

“So nobody bit him?”

“Nope, doesn’t actually work like that! He was born with it.”

“Interesting!!! Hmmm… so he won’t remember this?”

“For the most part… it’s like one of those dreams in which you can only recall some highlights.”

“Oooh, I see!”

The two were interrupted by a large, metallic, *CRASH*!!!

“Think that’s him?”

“No doubt.”

The two followed the source of the sound.

Stopping right around the driveway of a neighbor’s house, the two caught the wolf rummaging through a knocked over trash can. 

“Well people will know for certain it wasn’t a raccoon here…”

Just then, from inside the house, a voice called.

“WHO THE FUCK IS OUT THERE?! I GOTTA MULTI-PURPOSE LIGHTER AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!!”

Radford tried to find a way to cover it up.

“Uh- *AHEM* Meow!!!!!!”

While that managed to get the wolf to stop what he was doing, it also manage to set off an instinct that led him to lift his muzzle to the sky and let out a loud determined

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….”

“OH FU- Kev!!! Kev!!!! Ey!!!!”

The wolf recognized that voice and finally looked to see the two humans beside him.

Not only was the one he saw earlier back, but what made the wolf smile was also the sight of the more familiar face that he only really knew as… “Stray-buhr”...

The wolf calmly approached them both. While Radford was still nervous, Streber just grinned.

“Hey Kev! I don’t think you should be here…”

The wolf gently bowed in shame.

“But don’t worry! Wanna go to the woods???”

Perking back up as if it somewhat understood what Streber said, the wolf gently nodded.

“Goodo!!!!! Let’s go!!!!!”

And so all three headed out there.

“He usually doesn’t really like it when I do this buuut I just think it’s fun.”

“I see…”

“...this time I should still try and take him home before he turns back though, considering the panic of turning while at work.”

“Ah yeah…”’

“...wanna help me watch over him for a couple nights when you’re available, including this one? Maybe even stay over at our house for tonight?”

Radford thought of it.

“...I have nothing better to do. I can try…”

“Alrighty!”

“...I gotta lot of explaining to do when he turns back though.”

“Truuueee.”

And so, that was another one let in on the curse.

[georgekirrin]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

@filmamir tagged me!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope! I picked my name because I like space and plants lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

I have No Idea. I'm not much of a crier unless I'm having a long crisis

3. Do you have kids?

NO (how many vomit emojis can I put here before it becomes rude)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes but unfortunately not always in a recognisable way. Still learning that one

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

As a kid I did uhhhhhh tap dance, football, trampolining, gymnastics, softball, sprinting and Irish dance. Not all at the same time because that would be insane. Now I do archery, long sword classes and swim for fun :D

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Hair. Lots of people look identical to me for this reason

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown

8. Scary endings or happy endings?

Happy because I am a giant weenie

9. Any special talents?

Nooooooo? I can do a variety of party tricks with my joints I guess. And I seem to exist in a dichotomy of people either finding me intimidating or thinking I'm an uwu baby and no one manages to have a balanced opinion

10. Where were you born?

England, Norfolk specifically!

11. What are your hobbies?

What aren't my hobbies rip. Archery, crochet, journaling, drawing and painting, baking, going for walks...

12. Do you have any pets?

Cries. My guinea pigs were stolen a fortnight ago.

13. How tall are you?

5'6" babey... perfectly average 😎

14. Favorite subject in school?

Chemistry, closely followed by history and biology. In undergrad it was archaeology because that's always been a special interest for me and now as a PhD student I get to study it full time!

15. Dream job?

I would love for one of the big national museums to let me spend years in their stores cataloguing and analysing all their skeletons because I know there's something to be some wonderful stuff that no one's aware of in there. They won't hand out that much money though so I'll settle for being a commercial osteoarchaeologist :3

I honestly don't think I have 15 mutuals so I'll tag @knifewieldingenby @dashing-hyphen @salem-speaks and @beccarooni if any of you guys want to join in!

[motheatenscarf]

That said the story for Heavensward was good, I was really enjoying it, and then it sent me on a corporate team building retreat to make peace with the dragons including Alphinaud, Estinien, and Ysayle.

The narrative tension has kind of dissolved, things seemed pretty urgent but now we're taking our time going on an amazing journey together, and that's fun! Like, that's where the flavor of RPGs comes from! Walking simulator, babey!

But also, uhhhh, lol, I thought we were doing this because the dragons were about to attack Ishgard RIGHT fucking now? We had to RUN to tell Aymeric not to launch a preemptive strike, but now we're making pit stops back in Gridania because oh shit, nobody's heard the recast Kan E-Senna yet!

But yeah, it's making me like Ysayle a lot, which I'm concerned about. Last really cool lady character I got attached to was Moenbryda and in retrospect I realized I hadn't seen like, any posting about her, which makes me concerned she'll either die or get let down by the narrative. That or it's just fandom's usual tendency to ignore female characters for less interesting male counterparts.

Speaking of.

Estinien...

Now, he can give Alphinaud the business for being a pampered little rich boy who doesn't know how to collect firewood all he wants, he's not wrong, the boy was kind of an entitled shit when we first met him and frankly he could stand to do more physical labor to build character or at least sympathy for people who do physical labor. That's the class enemy upbringing we gotta weed out of him.

HOWEVER.

I kind of draw the line! At MOCKING the traumatized child who's still got hella PTSD about getting all his friends maybe killed! For worrying about the WoL when he might have sent her into a deathtrap again!

Like, it's clear he's not being intentionally cruel, but uh, wow what a piece of shit. Which really contextualizes his earlier critiques of him. And like. That's been all of their interactions so far, is him relentlessly harping on the boy to be stronger and tougher and have less feelings and like. I've seen this happen to boys in my own real life and it just reminds me of how shitty fathers and male role models try to impart shitty lessons onto boys and mess them up for life. And this gives that kinda vibe! And I don't!! Like!! Estinien!!

If he keeps trying to instill my boy with toxic masculinity, I'm going to rip his intestines out with my fucking teeth and strangle him with them!!!!