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everyone wants him | fred g. weasley
summary: everyone wants fred weasley, why would he want you? word count: 3.2k masterlist
The Leaky Cauldron was alive with its usual chaosâlaughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional misplaced spell fizzling out before causing any real harm.
You sat tucked into the corner of the pub, nursing a Butterbeer that had long since gone lukewarm. Alicia had dragged you out tonight, claiming you needed to âlive a little.â You werenât entirely convinced, but there was something about her enthusiasm that made saying no impossible.
And then there was Fred Weasley.
Youâd noticed him the second he walked in, though youâd never admit it. His presence was magnetic in a way you couldnât quite explain, drawing attention without even trying. He laughed too loud, flashed that mischievous grin too easily, and had the audacity to look good doing it.
He was surrounded, of course. Angelina was at his side, rolling her eyes at something heâd said, but not enough to hide her smile. A couple of other faces hovered nearbyïżœïżœïżœgirls who leaned in a little too close, their laughter a little too eager.
You forced yourself to look away, focusing instead on Alicia, who was recounting some outrageous story involving a Niffler and a stolen bracelet.
âAnd thenâare you even listening?â
You blinked, startled, and Alicia followed your gaze across the room. She smirked. âAh. Fred Weasley.â
You frowned. âWhat about him?â
âYou were practically drooling.â
âI was not.â
She laughed, leaning back in her chair. âDonât bother denying it. Everyone looks at him like that at least once. Itâs infuriating, isnât it?â
âWhat is?â
âHow bloody charming he is.â
You rolled your eyes but didnât argue. Infuriating was a good word for it.
It wasnât until later in the night, after the crowd had thinned and Alicia had gone off to dance with some guy you didnât recognize, that Fred approached you.
âMind if I sit?â he asked, already sliding into the chair across from you.
You glanced up, startled. âUh, sure?â
His grin widened, and you felt an unwelcome flutter in your chest. âYouâre Aliciaâs friend, right? Iâve seen you around. Iâm Fred.â
âI know who you are.â
âDo you?â He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. âShould I be flattered or concerned?â
You narrowed your eyes, refusing to rise to the bait. âDepends.â
âOn?â
âWhether or not youâre about to use that ridiculous charm of yours to try and get in my pants.â
He laughedâa genuine, full-bodied sound that caught you off guard. âMerlin, youâre sharp, arenât you? I like that.â
âI wasnât trying to be likable.â
âEven better.â
You shook your head, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused. He was persistent, youâd give him that.
âSo,â he said, leaning back in his chair. âWhy are you here, all tucked away in the corner like some kind of mysterious enigma?â
âMysterious enigma?â
âItâs the best I could come up with on short notice. Donât judge me.â
This time, you couldnât stop the small smile that crept onto your face. âI didnât want to come tonight. Alicia dragged me here.â
âWell, remind me to thank her later,â he said, his tone light but his eyes unexpectedly serious.
You hesitated, caught off guard by the shift. For a moment, you wondered if there might be more to Fred Weasley than the charming facade.
But then someone called his nameâa girl, predictablyâand the moment passed.
Fred glanced over his shoulder, his grin returning as he waved her off. When he turned back to you, he seemed almost reluctant.
âDuty calls,â he said, rising from his chair. âBut donât be a stranger, yeah?â
âWhy would I be anything else?â
His laughter followed him as he walked away, and you were left alone, staring at your now-empty glass and wondering what, exactly, had just happened.
&
Diagon Alley was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby cart, mingling with the earthy smell of parchment and ink that clung to the shopfront of Flourish and Blotts. You had come to pick up a new quill, your old one having finally succumbed to overuse during a particularly tedious set of reports.
As you stepped out of the shop, quill and a small stack of books tucked under your arm, you nearly collided with someone coming in the opposite direction.
âCareful there,â came the familiar voice, low and teasing.
Fred Weasley.
You took a step back, startled, and looked up to find him grinning down at you. His hair was windswept, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold, and he had the same effortless energy that seemed to follow him everywhere.
âDo you make a habit of running into people, or am I just lucky?â he asked.
âOnly the particularly unfortunate,â you replied, stepping aside to let him pass.
âUnfortunate?â He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. âHere I thought youâd be thrilled to see me.â
You rolled your eyes, though you couldnât quite suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. âWhat are you doing here, anyway? Donât tell me youâre in need of a good book.â
âIâll have you know Iâm an avid reader,â he said, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. âIn fact, I was just about to pick up aââ He paused, glancing over your stack of books. âWhatâs this? âThe Art of Brewing Potent Potionsâ? Didnât take you for the potion-making type.â
You shifted the books slightly, suddenly self-conscious. âIâm not. Itâs for a friend.â
âAh,â he said, nodding solemnly. âA likely story.â
âDo you ever stop talking?â
âNot if I can help it.â
Despite yourself, you laughedâa small, involuntary sound that you quickly tried to stifle. Fred noticed, of course, and his grin softened into something warmer, more genuine.
âWell, Iâd hate to keep you from your important potion-related business,â he said after a moment, stepping aside to let you pass.
âImportant quill-related business, actually,â you corrected, holding up the bag in your hand.
âAh, of course. How could I forget?â
You shook your head, already turning to leave, but his voice stopped you.
âWait,â he said, his tone shifting slightly.
You turned back, surprised to see something uncertain flicker across his face. It was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his usual confidence, but it left you curious.
âLet me walk you back,â he said, gesturing down the street.
You hesitated, torn between instinctively brushing him off and the strange, unfamiliar pull you felt to say yes. In the end, the latter won out.
âAlright,â you said, falling into step beside him.
The walk back was filled with the kind of aimless chatter that felt oddly naturalâFred recounting some escapade involving a rogue charm and a very unhappy house-elf, you half-listening, half-watching the way his hands moved as he spoke.
When you finally reached your door, he paused, rocking back on his heels. âWell, this is me,â you said, nodding towards the entrance.
Fred nodded, his grin returning. âGood to know. Iâll keep this in mind for next time.â
âNext time?â
âSure,â he said, already stepping away. âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
And with that, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing in the doorway with a faint smile and a strange, fluttering feeling in your chest.
&
The weeks that followed your second encounter were marked by an unexpected rhythm.
Fred had a way of showing upânot at your door like expected, but in the spaces in between. He had a knack for making himself unavoidable, though never in an overbearing way. Youâd catch him at the tea shop near your office, juggling two mugs precariously in his hands and grinning at you as if it were fate. Or in the park, where heâd be charming a group of kids with conjured fireworks, his laughter echoing over the treetops.
âI swear, youâre everywhere,â you said one afternoon when you bumped into him yet again outside Flourish and Blotts.
âOr maybe youâre just not very good at avoiding me,â he replied, his grin maddeningly confident.
Despite your best efforts, the barriers youâd carefully constructed began to shift, piece by piece. It started with the smallest of gesturesâhim carrying your books when your arms were full, sneaking you a bag of your favorite sweets when he somehow discovered your weakness for honey drops. The conversations, too, began to stretch beyond the surface, slipping into territory you werenât entirely comfortable with but couldnât resist exploring.
âTell me something youâve never told anyone,â Fred said one evening, his voice softer than usual.
You had both ended up in the same quiet corner of The Leaky Cauldronâpure coincidence, or so he claimed. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, and for once, his usual smirk was nowhere to be found.
âWhy would I do that?â you asked, deflecting with a raised eyebrow.
âBecause Iâd like to know,â he said simply.
You hesitated, your fingers brushing the rim of your mug. The question had an intimacy to it that made you feel vulnerable, and yet, there was something about the way he looked at youâlike he could see straight through the walls you kept up.
âIâm scared of not being good enough,â you blurted before you could stop yourself.
Fred blinked, surprised by your honesty, but his expression quickly softened. âGood enough for what?â
âFor anything. Everything,â you admitted, your voice quieter now. âI donât know. Itâs stupid.â
âItâs not,â he said firmly, his gaze steady. âAnd for the record, I think youâre more than good enough.â
The moment lingered, delicate and raw, before you cleared your throat and changed the subject. Fred let you, but the look in his eyes stayed with you long after youâd said goodnight.
As time passed, your world seemed to orbit closer to his. He found reasons to seek you out, and you found yourself looking forward to his presence, even when you tried to convince yourself otherwise.
One evening, he brought you to his joke shop after hours, proudly showing you prototypes of new products. His enthusiasm was infectious, his face lighting up as he explained the intricacies of a new line of trick wands.
âWhy do I feel like youâre trying to recruit me?â you teased as he handed you one to test.
âBecause I am,â he said without hesitation. âYouâd be great at it. Youâve got a good eye for details, and you donât take my nonsense too seriously.â
âSomeone has to keep you grounded.â
Fred grinned. âExactly. Thatâs why youâre perfect for the job.â
You laughed, shaking your head, but something warm and unspoken passed between you.
It wasnât long before people began to notice.
The first comment came from a colleague at work, offhand and seemingly harmless. âYou and Fred Weasley seem awfully friendly,â they said, their tone laced with just enough curiosity to make you feel self-conscious.
The whispers followed soon afterâbarely audible at first but growing louder with each passing day. Fredâs reputation preceded him, and people were quick to remind you of it.
âEveryone knows heâs a flirt. Donât get your hopes up.â
âHeâs not exactly the relationship type.â
The words wormed their way into your mind, sowing seeds of doubt. You began to notice the way people looked at you when you were with him, their gazes heavy with judgment or pity.
Fred, oblivious to the change, continued to treat you the sameâwarm, attentive, and maddeningly Fred. But the whispers weighed on you, and before long, you found yourself pulling back.
The first time you ignored his owl, it felt like a betrayal. The second time, it felt like self-preservation. By the third, it had become a habit.
Fred noticed, of course, though he didnât understand.
âHave I done something wrong?â he asked one day, cornering you outside the tea shop where heâd so often âaccidentallyâ run into you.
âNo,â you lied, refusing to meet his eyes.
âYouâre avoiding me.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
The hurt in his voice was almost too much to bear, but you held firm. The walls youâd rebuilt were sturdy now, bolstered by fear and the voices of those whoâd warned you to stay away.
Fred watched you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before stepping back. âAlright,â he said quietly. âIf thatâs what you want.â
You told yourself it was. But as he walked away, the ache in your chest suggested otherwise.
The days after your confrontation with Fred dragged on, every hour stretching unbearably long. You told yourself you were doing the right thing, retreating before you got too close, before the inevitable heartbreak. But the certainty that had driven you to push him away began to waver in his absence.
You didnât realize how much space Fred had occupied in your life until it was suddenly empty. The silence felt heavier now. Your tea breaks were lonely, lacking his easy laughter. Even the parks seemed duller without the sound of him enchanting children with his conjured fireworks.
Work became a refugeâa place where you could bury yourself in tasks and avoid thinking about him. But even there, his presence lingered. The bag of honey drops heâd given you sat unopened in your desk drawer. Youâd thought about tossing it a dozen times, but your hand always hesitated, as though getting rid of it would make the loss of him too real.
It was during one of these long, quiet days that you overheard them.
âI heard sheâs been seeing Fred Weasley,â someone said behind you in the tearoom.
Your stomach dropped, and you froze, pretending to stir sugar into your tea.
âSheâs deluded if she thinks heâs serious about her,â another voice replied. âFred Weasley doesnât settle down. Sheâs just a bit of fun, like all the others.â
Their laughter echoed in your ears, sharp and grating. You forced yourself to walk out calmly, but their words stayed with you. By the time you got home, theyâd grown into a roar in your mind, impossible to ignore.
He deserves better. Someone more exciting, more confident. Someone who isnât scared of taking up space in his life.
The thoughts clawed at you as you sat at your desk, staring at the parchment in front of you.
You donât belong in his world.
Your hand moved before you could stop it, the quill scratching out the words you thought would sever the tie cleanly. The letter was short, clinical, void of the emotions tearing through you.
âFred, I think itâs best we go our separate ways. Thank you for everything. Take care.â
The owl flew off with it before you could change your mind, its silhouette disappearing into the night. The moment it was gone, the finality of it hit you like a curse.
You curled up in bed that night, the ache in your chest feeling like a physical weight. You told yourself it was for the best. But deep down, you started to think youâd made a mistake.
You waited for him to show up at your door, demanding answers in his usual larger-than-life way. But Fred didnât come.
At first, you convinced yourself that his silence was proof that you were rightâhe wasnât serious about you. But as the days turned into a week, the void he left behind became unbearable.
It was Alicia who finally forced you to confront it.
âYouâve been sulking for days,â she said, plopping down on your couch uninvited. âWhat happened?â
âNothing,â you mumbled, not looking up from the book you werenât actually reading.
Alicia snatched the book out of your hands, her sharp gaze piercing. âYou donât look like this over ânothing.â Spill.â
You hesitated, but the words came spilling out anywayâthe whispers, the letter, the crushing fear that youâd never be enough for someone like Fred.
When you finished, Alicia looked at you as though youâd just told her you planned to live on the moon.
âYouâre an idiot,â she said bluntly.
âThanks,â you muttered, burying your face in your hands.
âIâm serious,â Alicia said, her voice softening. âFred isnât like that. Not with you. Do you have any idea how he lights up when he talks about you?â
Your chest tightened at her words, but you shook your head. âHeâs Fred Weasley. He lights up for everyone.â
âNo,â she said firmly. âNot like this. Trust me, Iâve seen him flirt a hundred times. This isnât flirting, love. Heâs serious about you. And if you canât see that, youâre going to regret it.â
Her words haunted you that night as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. By the time morning came, you knew you couldnât leave things as they were.
The shop was quiet when you arrived, the familiar smell of wood polish and faint smoke lingering in the air. You knocked hesitantly, and Fred appeared in the doorway moments later, his expression unreadable.
âHey,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Fred stepped aside without a word, letting you in. The silence between you was suffocating, the usually lively space feeling oddly hollow.
You fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve, searching for the right words. âIââ
Fred cut you off. âWhy are you here?â His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made your chest tighten.
âI⊠I wanted to explain,â you said, your throat dry.
âExplain what?â he asked, his arms crossed. âWhy you decided to shut me out without a real reason?â
The hurt in his voice cracked something inside you. âI was scared,â you admitted. âOf getting hurt. Of not being enough.â
Fred stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening as he stepped closer. âWhy would you think that?â
âBecause everyone saysââ
âTo hell with what everyone says,â Fred interrupted, his voice fierce. âI donât care what they think. The only person whose opinion matters is yours.â
You swallowed hard, your voice trembling. âI didnât know if you were serious. About me.â
Fred reached out, taking your hands in his. âIâm as serious as it gets,â he said quietly. âBut I canât make you believe that. You have to let yourself believe it.â
The tears youâd been holding back spilled over, and Fred gently pulled you into his arms. His embrace was warm, steady, and everything you hadnât realized youâd needed.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered against his chest.
Fred pressed a kiss to your hair, his voice soft but certain. âYouâre the only one I want.â
When you finally pulled back, his hands lingered on your face, his thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. The look in his eyes was so full of warmth and determination that you felt the last of your doubts dissolve.
When he kissed you, it wasnât just a promiseâit was a beginning.
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Tell me your silliest takes on Nikolai and Price? <3 Or any headcanons you have of either of them, really.
Silly NikPrice, I can do :3c
I think Nik is a hugger even in his sleep and sometimes Price wakes up in the middle of the night because he has to piss and can't escape those massive bear arms (and Nik would try to pull him closer even as he's sleeping) and it's a silent battle that ensues, often ending in Price giving up.
When Price is being particularly grumpy or strict for some reason, Gaz likes to act mysterious and say "I know a way to calm him down" to Soap and Ghost. He never lies, however, as all it takes is for him to send a text to Nik, and for Nik to send a picture of himself in various states of undress to Price. The face John makes when he glances at his phone, only for his ears to turn all red as he fumbles an excuse that he has to go check something in his office, is something the 141 never gets tired of.
Most of the time, Nik makes the big gestures. That man is a romantic and now that he finally has John, he's gonna make him feel like he's the most beautiful man in the world. However, sometimes Price surprises him too. The smile on Nikolai's face when John gets him with something he didn't expect is worth everything to John. The love making that follows is out of this world, too.
Nik loooooooves to find ways to sneakily touch Price when he really shouldn't be doing that. Maybe they're sitting around a table negotiating important intel with shady people from Nik's side when Price suddenly feels Nik's boots against his crotch and sees him smirks at him from across the table. Asshole. Or maybe the two are undercover in a van, eying an area at night for someone they need to crab, Price's eyes glued to his binoculars when Nik's hand suddenly sneaks past his belt and boxers and starts teasing him. Even worse, the person they were waiting to retrieve finally shows up and Price has to grab a guy while almost fully hard and unsatisfied. Thanks, Nik.
Sometimes they like to slow dance together. Just the two of them, in Price's house or his quarters, whatever. They put some quiet music and just start doing it naturally. It's gentle, it's quiet, it's just them and they can finally have a moment to breath and enjoy each other's embrace. John never feels more at peace than when in Nik's arms, and Nik is happy to oblige, big hands stroking through Price's hair and staring into his blue eyes. Sometimes one of them ends up saying a very, very bad joke, and they start laughing, almost uncontrollably, more out of exhaustion than anything, and they end up falling on a nearby couch or bed and they laugh and laugh together like nothing else in this world matters but them.
Nik watching Price struggle to order food in Russian while they're in a russian speaking country. He could help him, but it's just so damn adorable to watch him fumble through his words and see John's panicked glance turn back to him when he failed to order coffee for the third time in a row. John's revenge is to speak in slang he damn well knows Nik won't understand for the rest of the day.
Every time John is cold in bed, snuggling close to Nik, it reminds him of that time when they were way, way younger and got sent off somewhere in Eastern Europe in the middle of winter, and the two had to bunker down in a shitty hotel, in a shitty bedroom that (gasp) had only one shitty bed and whose heater was broken. It had been a little bit awkward at the time, and Nik had offered to sleep on the floor, which John had refused, offering it in return, only for Nik to also shut him down. Eventually, the two had climbed into bed, backs turned to one another, until John began to shiver uncontrollably, the thin blanket not helping with the freezing temperatures. Quietly, Nik had turned around and gently wrapped his arms around John. None of them said anything, no words were exchanged, and Price quickly stopped shivering. There were no mention of this happening the day after, or the day after, not until years later when the two began their relationship and Nik admitted it had been extremely difficult to stop himself from kissing the back of Price's neck that night, or let his hands wander. Price admitted the same, and the two had laughed it off. There had been plenty of opportunities to do just that since then.
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Edna May Oliver (Alice in Wonderland; Murder on a Honeymoon)â we're so back it's her time to shine shes scrungly to me for her snark and unique face. i called her the womens equivalent of the weird little guy when i submitted her for the main tournament and i was so right to say that. she used it to her advantage in her comedic performances, though her comments on her looks often came across as self defacing, commenting for example that despite her musical talents she never pursued theatre or opera primarily because "[with a horse face like mine] what else can i do but play comedy" well i just think shes swell is the thing! her performances as hildegarde withers give scrungle to me not due to appearance or weirdguy swag or the standard scrungly vibes i think most people judge characters by, but from the characters delicate balancing act between "NOT made for an investigative career" and "extremely fucking good at noticing details and therefore being SUITED for investigation" Â
Max Schreck (Nosferatu)âHe played Count friggin' Orlok in Nosferatu (the 1922 unlicensed adaptation of Dracula)! One of the most iconically scrungly performances in cinema history, with his ratlike face, claw-like hands, and jerky, stilted body language, Schreck was so convincing that people speculated he really was a vampire, a theory that was later adapted into 2000's Shadow of the Vampire feat. modern scrungly actor Willem Dafoe as vampire!Schreck. Schreck was scrungly in other movies, too, e.g. as The Sinister Conspirator in The Finances of the Grand Duke, but Orlok is by far his most significant, well-known and easily-viewable performance, and it's such a landmark that that alone should be enough to place him as one of the top-ranked scrungly actors of all time.
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Edna May Oliver:
This woman's energy in literally all of her films is INSANE. Yeah she loves fiercely but boy is she also ready to kill. In A Tale of Two Cities (1935) she literally fights a woman to the death. She also played a female sleuth in the 1930s which I think is pretty fucking neat :)
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EDNA MY LOVE. a character actress extraordinaire and iconic female weird little guy (actually she was tall and spindly but weird little guy is a state of mind yn). she was frequently found in 30s and 40s movies playing a spinter aunt or something of that ilk, who was not about to take anybody's nonsense and had cutting retorts to spare. she also starred in a series of murder mysteries in which she is a DELIGHT as schoolteacher turned amateur detective hildegard withers, who waltzes in does the cops' jobs better than them and wears some really great hats. she pops up a lot in adaptations of classic literature, playing lady catherine de bourgh in pride and prejudice, the nurse in romeo and juliet, the red queen in the 1933 alice in wonderland which has an insane cast loaded with vintage scrunglers, aunt trotwood in david copperfield and others, but she was equally at home in modern comedies. whoever she was playing you know she probably had some hard truths and/or sharp witticisms to drop on everybody around her with her distinctive vocal delivery, or just volumes to speak with her terrifically expressive face.
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Max Schreck:
Most scrungly onscreen vampire has gotta be Count Orlock, (and the second is Willem Dafoe playing Max Shreck playing Count Orlock, so technically he takes up both the top spots)
Bizarre, fun, canât look away - Literally blinks once
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Now you have me thinking about like an 80s AU where Mattâs a loser and reader works in a diner on roller skatesđ
loser!matt x waitress!reader . | ( female!reader ) wc 0.3k ( 80s au ) ( masterlist ) + ( request )
lana's note : i absolutely love this idea, this is js kind of an intro . pls lmk if i should make this a series !!
matt sturnioloâs got this thing he does every friday night.
he slinks into the neon-lit diner on main street, the one that smells like grease and sugary milkshakes, and slides into the corner booth like heâs trying not to exist. same booth every time. always with the same look on his face, like someone dragged him there against his will, but thereâs no one around to blame.
he orders a root beer float and doesnât touch it. just sits there with his notebook, chewing on the end of a pen, scrawling half-formed thoughts onto lined paper.
and then thereâs you.
skating past with a flash of sparkly laces and cherry-red lipstick, the queen of rayâs all-american diner. everybody knows you. the guys whistle, the girls envy, and the regulars tip extra just to see you smile. youâre pretty in that way that makes peopleâs heads turn, but youâve got this thing about you. this confidence. like you know youâre the sun and theyâre all just planets orbiting.
and matt?
heâs a black hole in a denim jacket.
âyou gonna actually drink that this time, or you just here for the ambiance?â you ask, leaning against the counter where his root beer float sits, condensation dripping down the glass.
he blinks up at you, startled, like youâve caught him mid-crime. âuh. yeah. maybe.â
ââmaybeâ isnât an answer.â
he tries to say something back, but it comes out more like a nervous laugh, so he just shrugs and looks back at his notebook. âwhat are you even writing in there?â you press, leaning closer. his face flushes instantly, red creeping up to his ears.
âjust...stuff,â he mumbles, flipping the notebook closed like you might steal his deepest, darkest secrets. âstuff, huh? sounds riveting.â you grin, leaning your elbows on the counter. âyou come here every week, sit in the same spot, order the same thing, and write the same mysterious âstuff.â donât you ever get bored?â
he looks at you, finally meeting your eyes for the first time all night. his gaze is heavy, like heâs trying to solve some kind of impossible equation.
ânot really,â he says. ânot when youâre around.â
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Just wanted to ask you and Ali, you guys claim Lou was fired, what do you think is the reason he got fired.
Oh Nonny, you are not catching me at the right time for this question.
I have had it with the man and his evil minions. They just do not know when to quit and I've had enough of this inane nonsense.
Listen, I had a really lousy workday today. A full day of pouring energy into a job I love and getting NOTHING in return. Only to get home and to read how these sheep and their evil Overlord are once again trying to be cool and are -once again- missing by a mile! All they are succeeding at is being extremely cringy and highly embarrassing.
Anyway... I feel like our fandom has written novels by now about all the many reasons we think he got fired.
Here's a few of them though:
A plethora of racist, sexist and ableist posts found on his social media.
Giving away too much inside show information in one of his first interviews. Like the fact that it was actually supposed to be Eddie in that storyline, instead of Buck.
Creating thoroughly unprofessional Cameo videos filled with bullsh*t headcanons about how T was loving and sweet and never racist or sexist, oh no... of course not. He was just a sweet misunderstood woobie summer child.đ€Šââïž
Creating thoroughly unprofessional Cameo videos telling people BT were thriving and they would stay strong together. All of this while he KNEW from the beginning that T was only there as a plot device for a short period of time, to serve Buck's narrative.
Creating thoroughly unprofessional Cameo videos on set, effectively SPOILING some things the public wasn't supposed to know yet.
Creating thoroughly unprofessional Cameo videos and charging his disciples loads of money to hear him talk nonsense out of his *ss.
Creating thoroughly unpro... you get where I'm going with this right? But there's more. Let's see. What else? Oh yes!
Not a reason this time, but a consequence: he suddenly stopped making his thoroughly unprofessional Cameo videos from one day to the next, going completely silent on all of his social media for months. BIG RED FLAG THERE! Either his own team stepped in and told him just how unprofessional he was or ABC stepped in to make him stop being so f*cking unprofessional. It's very likely it was ABC and Tim.
Let's find some more reasons now... Oh yes. What about the fact that he obviously did not want to film any kind of intimate scene with another man? He talked about this in one of his first interviews when he was still sane. He felt that 'making out' wasn't necessary in this story or some BS like that. Well, seems like he had no trouble making out with women in other projects. Hmmm... đ€ They didn't even touch anymore in season 8.
Oh hey, did you notice that there was no love lost at all between the main cast and Lou? There were pictures of everyone BUT him. Again.. I wonder why? Hmmm... such a mystery. Might it be because no one on the cast or crew really liked the man. After all, he was the cause of his fanbase going completely insane, running around threatening and harassing other fans, calling them homophobic, accusing people of doing terrible things by creating fake evidence, harassing the cast and crew to the point that they had to block them and the showrunner had to step in and call them out for their toxicity!
Last but not least that terribly embarassing last interview that he did. Man, I have never felt so much second-hand embarassment as when I was reading that article wannabe article. In this trash article the man praised himself for being a wonderful actor who made some really great choices in those BT scenes. How full of yourself can one possibly be? It's gross. He talked about how he didn't see the ending coming, even though in his first interviews he clearly stated he wasn't going to stick around for long. Make it make sense!đ€·ââïž In this article he basically says that 911 and Tim did him dirty, causing Tim to have to state -in no uncertain terms- that the BT relationship is over and done with. Aka 'the final nail in the BT coffin'. Aka 'the best day of my life'.
All of his (badly executed) rethoric made sure that his minions started turning on Oliver, calling him homophobic and biphobic, accusing him of all sorts of terrible things. And what about the racism towards Ryan? Can't forget about that horror. I know I'll never forget reading those comments.
Even now, after they finally got rid off him, he is still making his toxic cameo videos spurring his loyal fiends on to keep on hoping that Tommy will return. He knows full well that he is never coming back, but as long as they keep paying him, he'll keep saying what they want to hear. But you know what? All those dumb hashtags won't change the fact that he isn't coming back.
Bottom line? He is gone. Was he fired. Probably yes. We'll never be completely certain, but it's pretty obvious they didn't part in good ways.
Everyone in this fandom is tired, exhausted and depleted of energy because of this man and his cult. We are mostly free of the toxicity now and are slowly returning to the great fandom we were before, theorising and talking about Buddie. Let's keep doing just that: moving on without looking back. Great things lie ahead for us in 8b and season 9. Let's enjoy the win!
As for Lou? I wish for him a main role in his own crappy very unsuccessful TV-show (that will get cancelled after one season). Then all of his stans will follow and we'll finally be fully free.
Well, I have to say... that was cathartic. I needed to get that off my chest. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to rant Nonny. I feel so much better already. đ
#nonnies galore#L complaints#this will not be rebloggable to preserve my peace#anti Tommy fandom#anti Tommies
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watching this Paul Gross thing he did in the 80s (chasing rainbows) and ive been enjoying it despite the knowledge that there'd be some kind of a het love triangle thing going on and that the other two characters simply aren't that interesting, but. oh boy. is... is the woman in this constellation meant to be read as a villain???
(ME DOING A BREAKDOWN ABOUT A SHOW NOBODY WATCHED AND NOBODY WILL WATCH â)
PG character -- a working class man who is fundamentally good to everyone in trouble he meets, to the detriment of himself more often than not, but scraping by until he gets his big break (which he also works very hard for) and becomes the owner of a relatively successful nightclub
other two characters -- come from rich backgrounds and sort of suck him into their lives by the coincidence of the two men having been at the front in WWI and PG saving the other guy's life and consistently don't realise he's got way more working against him than they do
the lady in this situation initially dumping said other guy "to find herself" when he comes back from the war, which, fair, it's 1919, she's going to college, she wants to be sure she can make informed choices, chill enough
said lady imprinting on our working class heroic character, because he's working class. i just. cannot read it any other way. she clocks him as such at a party (that he was invited to as a veteran) straight away, insults him, throws water in his face when he doesn't take it, but simultaneously is into the whole idk... rugged unpolished nature of him
discovers a diary written during the war with poetry in it that she presumes was written by him -- steals the book and reads it out loud to her college friends and is offended that he's not flattered by this
despite numerous protests that he didn't write the poetry (and he didn't, it was written by a kid he tried to save who was later shot in front of him for desertion), she just doesn't believe him, because she desperately wants him to have the "hidden depths of a poet" or some nonsense. never mind his actual good traits -- his kind-heartedness, his tenacity, his savvy, his sense of humour, nonono she wants a Poet
also, she is a failed playwright. she writes terrible plays about things she doesn't understand (including the war), asks his opinion and is offended when he (under duress) admits he doesn't think they're very good
and now she fucking... copied down the poems without his knowledge and published them under his name with an article she wrote about said hidden poetic depths!!!! gets incredibly offended when he is upset about this, first of all with a "I thought you'd be pleased" then with a "you should be happy for me for getting an article I wrote published in a major newspaper!" (because at the end of the day it's about her)
he initially -- not knowing how to handle the situation -- goes along with it, because what do you do now? go to the publishers and say it wasn't you? out yourself in the news?? I mean??? but pretty quickly re-emphasises He Did Not Write Those Poems!
the plot then mysteriously seems to pivot into saying it was his fault for "stringing her along" because the "hidden poet" bit was the only thing she really liked about him... and she vehemently denies this (but girl, tell me one other thing that draws you to him, and you can't say because he's pretty!) and says he's hurt/betrayed her by lying. i just... don't know... if the plot... is writing her like this because she's meant to be a self-absorbed college girl who has her working class dream-boat fantasy get broken, or if it's meant to be presented as him having betrayed her. it is. unclear
and now she's threatening to write a new article about how he's a fraud. im just. waiting for the plot to point out that she's done all of this herself and she also won't suffer for any of it in the way he will...
this boy can do better than these rich kid tourists đ
#i think because it's kinda presented as a Big Tragic Romance and im just.#she's just a terrible person. and if that were the Point then great. but im not sure that is the point#i think it's meant to look like a give-and-take where they accidentally hurt each other but...#one of them consistently makes poor decisions and forgets the other person has agency.... and the other is just Hanging On#this whole plot sounds like something you'd read on a reddit AITA#im watching tv#im watching chasing rainbows#paul gross#ive been Suffering for two episodes
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Just a random thought I had: I would really like to see Carmilla and Alastor interact more in the future seasons. I don't think people realize how weird it is that Carmilla put Alastor on the Board of Overlords and how interesting their business dynamic could be. Carmilla, lady of order and professionalism...Put ALASTOR in a meeting room. I get inviting him to join because respect (and probable fear of this mysterious guy who has been killing your associates deciding to kill YOU out of disrespect), but...After you realize he doesn't take anything about being an Overlord that serious why do you keep inviting him??? He'll keep coming because he might get entertainment and useful info out of it but what does Carmilla get out of him being there?
My best idea is that maybe he kinda works as a fail-safe in case somebody tries to start a physical fight or something. Alastor clearly enjoys any excuse to kill and eat people so that could work for that. And everyone in that room knows he's capable of killing them but doesn't. So they might use that evidence as to why they should respect the rules of the meeting and Carmilla, because the Radio Demon respects it.
But the last part is 90% a bluff. Alastor doesn't respect nor care about the board of Overlords whatsoever. He might have mild respect for Carmilla, because he seems to like women more than men and atleast pretends to respect her position among the overlords. But they probably dislike interacting with each other. Carmilla has to deal with him not taking anything she cares about when it comes to their profession and title seriously, his enjoyment of chaos probably getting in the way of their meeting occasionally (She probably saw or atleast later on heard from Zestial about Alastor bringing an Egg boi to the meeting), and the biggest issue for her: Deal with a person who constantly has or had KILLED YOUR ASSOCIATES and broadcasts it. Add to the fact that Alastor is probably a bit hard to predict because he can switch from goofy and charismatic radio show host to The sadistic and calculating Radio Demon very quickly.
On Alastor's side: Here's a person who thinks they're wiser than him and believes there should be order to owning souls and territory when all he seems to care about is doing what HE wants and HIS version of control on things. She's passive aggressive or atleast snarky to him as retaliation for his unprofessionalism and to keep his ego in his check. And overall, Alastor probably sees her as a stick in the mud trying to ruin his sadistic fun.
But they still respect each other while disliking each other (Kinda like how you might have a coworker who gets his work done and is useful to the group...But whose personality you can't stand) . Carmilla probably respects Alastor's power and his role in keeping the Overlords in check (I don't think she would be able to make an Board of Overlords if there were so many of them and some of them might've wanted to kill her for trying to "boss them around"). Alastor probably respects how much of a smart professional she is, her ability to lead and try to control the group she made, and her being a dutiful mother (Remember Al is canonically a mama's boy and according to old canon feels like a surrogate father or atleast responsible for Niffty in a similar way despite her age). So yeah, I need to see them interact more. I want to see their first interaction (How did Carmilla react to finding out the mysterious voice on the radio was some red deer guy who makes cannibal puns?). Has Carmilla ever tried to subtly suggest certain Overlords Alastor should target next? Would Alastor hear her out or just ignore it?
Anyways, that's my thought about it. Both of them are now kinda allies to the hotel (specifically Vaggie) so it would be nice to see them interact more.
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My perception of V has deteriorated immensly within one chat
#mystic messenger#not u saying he saw wrong....#really...his twin brother#ive always been pretty neutral about V so this feels weird#like he was just some mysterious all knowing guy#and we could just trust him without thinking ahah#yoosung is feeling so vindicated right now ik lol#what is this man hiding oml#like is he being blackmailed or is he like unable to let go of rika#sometimes u gotta tell the love of ur life that theyre wrong#is it abuse???#idkkk
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the barista lady in the treviso café fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this
#I've tried it several times to check it wasn't a fluke and nope it does happen consistently I'm pretty sure it's intentional#bioware Know. they knowwww. they know exactly what I'm like and god bless them for it#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#rook x lucanis#rookanis#café pietra barista gazing kindly at rye like 'I know what you are.' (a simp) while the tips of his ears go very very warm#clearly some sort of underlying drift compatability here since rook in one night can somehow manage to hit on all two (2)#of the elements of lucanis' instinctive understanding of courtship behaviour (knives and coffee/food) hfksjdfhas#in lucanis' defense when a guy buys you knives AND good coffee (despite not even drinking the stuff much himself) on a first date...#when your love language is that unhinged and they straight up compose a shakespeare level sonnet in it on the spot#seemingly without even realizing it. I mean what else can you be expected to do but fall so cataclysmically in love#that you'd kill god over it any day of the week easy. wild stuff#even wilder since in my playthrough he isn't entirely sure rye meant anything by it/as more than a friendly gesture#for like. MONTHS.#lucanis is a regular at that place and they all for sure know exactly who he is so can you IMAGINE the gossip that must start#after that conversation starts to take on a flirty edge. hotboi crown prince of the crows returns from the dead and is making eyes#at ~*mysterious stranger*~ who just showed up in town. some I hear netherfield park is let at last stuff going on for these guys#as they watch all of this go down
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Shoutout to all the other adults who have acne or any other condition of the skin that you are expected to outgrow or "just deal with."
Adulthood isn't this magical time where everything just disappears, and the reality is that these skin conditions are largely genetic. It isn't your fault (nor your skin's fault) that you are an adult with different skin than other people. In fact, it's neutral (and even, dare I say, good!).
#positivity#body positivity#acne positivity#i have skin redness and acne still and it actually is a neutral thing at worst :3#in fact it makes me feel better because it gives me the (false) notion that i am genetically more like him than anybody else :)#he has the same unique features i do :)#and it's helped me appreciate body moles and non-ski slope noses and boney features#as much as people like to pretend that body image is shallow (it can be) it's still not a moral failure to be insecure#we live in a society after all and it's inevitable that society's messaging can become like a malevolent growth in your brain#it's okay if you have a hard time with the reality that your features are neutral at WORST. it's hard to swallow that pill sometimes#but no matter what just know that you are lovable and you are loved. as you are too#do what you want forever dear reader#oh hey the 'him' that the tags didn't include is my dad! not some Mystery Guy lmaooo
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phantom of the opera + twitter
#(in which meg and jammes team up to bully erik off of opera stan twitter)#it's kind of just common knowledge that there's this weird guy that runs a stan account for christine and no one knows who he is#he has like 3 followers and tweets at least 100 times per day#two of the followers are erik's alt accounts he uses for stalking and the one real follower is the daroga#the daroga is verified on twitter for some reason despite no one really knowing who he is either#people wonder why this random verified account follows erik and the daroga literally never tweets so it's just this huge mystery#people make threads on erik all the time like âwhy @diefordaae is problematicâ and he just retweets them#phantom of the opera#poto shitpost#poto#poto twit
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you get riz gukgak so well đđ
thank u!! he really kinda is all of my favourite character things rolled into one package (negotiation of principles/investigator-truth seeker-negotiator with reality and the narrative/obnoxious character whose narrative reward for participating in the story is getting to be even more authentically obnoxious/deeply and hauntingly aroace
#not art#everything else abt him is also compelling so Im just eating well while crying over here#the aroace part I believe from the bottom of my heart the moment he bribed a girl in freshman year First Day Of School to eavesdrop for him#In The Girl's Bathroom. like the decision itself isnt far off from a lot of noir stuff trapp's character in mentopolis did the same#but the supreme lack of awareness of what that decision says abt you in a social setting. now That's aroace#the only reason I dont read him as agender too is bc he didnt straight up waltz in there lmao#honestly bouncing off of that I also thinks folks sometimes downplay or buff off how cringe riz is... but its my favourite thing on earth#esp. in tandem with the Everything else abt him. theres an insistence in the genres he pulls from on the greater good and losing#ur real self in the work and being maybe strange but above all The Guy Who Gets The Job Done. and riz pushing the limit of that is awesome#like as a character I feel like some of it is like yeah I do get the job done. if it kills me even. how Strange do I get to be#or is it just being strange in a domineering and mysterious magnetic way. I will be cringe actually deal with that for my service#this and the part of his character that's yknow. Living While Goblin. that's a deeply compelling dynamic to me#anyways uhhh once again typing huge paragraphs abt this guy lmao. this happens forever I let it#anyways for the reason of spy theming and information dealer if u do class swap AU I propose bard!riz#u know. what is disguise if not a sister to stealth (<- extremely transgender sentence to say)
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i am handing in my b.a. thesis (on motherhood in gothic fiction) in a few short days and though i have been complaining about having to write it for six months straight, right now i am actually feeling bereft of future opportunities to write academic papers about my silly little interests. for instance right now i really want to research & write about dracula daily & genre & the impacts of the newsletter format on the narrative (the addition of a timeloop)
i think about format and the specifics of narration a lot when i'm writing my own little things and i loooove when the narration - not just the narrator, but the act of telling the story - is part of the narrative. love when the narration is diegetic! love an epistolary novel (like dracula!) for this reason. should read more of them
inventory by carmen maria machado (short story! read it immediately!) is a GREAT example of this. the format of the narration is so integral to the story. does more than elevate it imo, i would argue the story genuinely wouldn't work any other way
g*d. i'm gonna have to become a video essayist
#and yes i may do a something something literature masters degree at some point#but i think that's a fair bit into the future.#also there's like. 3 other bachelor's degrees i'm considering#gonna be like that guy that just kept going to uni n got like 16 degrees over the course of his life.#but also i wanna train as a carpenter. and be a firefighter. and work with queer youth. and work in publishing. and write books. and#take care of forests#and before i do any of this i should probably get some therapy for the mystery shenanigans in my brain#went to a therapist said hey i am reasonably sure i have some flavour of ad(h)d going on up here. thoughts please#and she was like. yeah maybe. but also get this. you could just be depressed girl#depression can mask as ad(h)d apparently#and i was like đ€š john mulaney voice i didn't know he knew how to do THAT.#but yeah either way something is up in the ol' noggin that is NOT super conducive to the whole 27 degrees thing#FUCK 27 dresses!!! i want 27 DEGREES!!!!!!#and most of all of course#i want to be UNEMPLOYED FOREVER <333333
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would you like to learn about what's in my head.
#pokemon#pokemon mystery dungeon#cacturne#nuzleaf#breloom#not tagging the other 2 its literally pngs#keith#luwel#mike#this is pre-luwels-retirement btw (you know when that happens bc he changes coats)#(he has a black/green coat when hes still in the team bc its just what the team wears)#the RTA have an annual(? maybe) âeventâ wherein like. teams get put through tests#to determine if they deserve to keep their current rescue rank or not#(it only applies to a certain rank or higher)#you get like. monitored and stuff. youre put through situations to test u and all that#it's not the best system in the world by any means because some of the RTA will deliberately screw you over#like sometims you are pushed to your absolute LIMITS as a means to prove a point and thats wht happens 2 the guys#they reach a certain point and then have to deal w/ a volcanic rescue which is deliberately set up for them to fail#specifically as a means to be like Well that's what you get for beign 3 grass types#it is. challenging. they reach the rescue. a deliberately-placed like. trap or whatever is there#and it's mutually agreed for mike to take the rescue away to safety bc that's the priority#the other 2 still have to complete the exploration....................... tags r long i cant say any more
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first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, butâ shhh.
hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutivelyâ took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ.
anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decidedâ poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.
i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, butâ again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.
regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!
#my art#dream smp#services for vagabonds#tommyinnit fanart#tommyinnit#i don't wanna try tagging the rest of them so i'm just not gonna <3#anyway wrow i wonder who the skull guy and mysterious shadowy figure are....... could be anyone.#i was gonna try and fit in some sort of hero so i could check all the dots of everyone tommy's help#specifically either dr**m (derogatory) or phil#(was mostly leaning towards phil)#but 1) couldn't figure out a way to make it look good with the current set up#my first thought was to try moving the current characters around a bit; but then it would feel too crowded#my second thought was to have them appear from the smoke; somehow? a smoky figure?#but that only really looked good in sketch form and i didn't have the patience to figure that out properly#and 2) no clue what their designs look like. don't even know what their powers are; yet!#was also wanting to fit fundy in but it didn't work for the first reason#fun rapid fire character design facts: niki has a littol sharp tooth 'cause of the joker stuff!#i originally gave tubbo green eyes;; but i decided blue-green looked cooler#techâ [cough] i mean;; *orion's* cloak has a faint lil orion pattern on can barely see it but it's there i assure you !!!#(i tried my best for his design but i am. not the greatest at outfits;; especially hero/villain ones)#tommy has long hair bc it's *MY* art and *I* say he gets long hair. this definitely isn't canon to vagabonds i just like to do this#<- also why michael and tommy have freckles#tommy has a bit of green in his design(through the patch) due to a theory of mine :D#might have over-rendered the hair a bit but. fuck you i like it#anyway i think that's all i have to say about it? if you've actually read all these tags;;; have a cookie -> đȘ#pretend it's a peanut butter cookie#actually. no pretend it's both. you get two cookies. as a treat.#anyway have a good rest-of-your-day !!!!!!
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tagged by ko @tofumilanesa for wip wednesday! big shout out to writevember for making me feel like i can actually call any of these works in progress⊠your guide to my emoji code under the cut
wip!
đȘ»đâ⏠- the doc title is still just. YOWLING but i am like 7/8 of the way done with omega yamo fic and hopefully salem isnât reading this so i can just drop it over a year later with no warning <3
đ«2ïžâŁ - DEWEY^2 P2!!!! she is almost done (i am lying) but she is so close i can almost taste it. sorry to my pwp that grew its own feelings baby
đđ€ (đ -> đ) - rip iâm not telling you about this one until itâs posted but it IS complete aside from being ao3 formatted and the eight billion edits i inevitably do right before full-sending it
âïžđ§ - cloud petey fic, which exists mostly as an embarrassingly large tag on a different blog and is condensing into a narrative about as well as water at 30° N/S. the time loop fic also falls under this description
eternally in progress (short list)
đđ - tyler borzoituzzi exists⊠there is an index of scenes/plot points⊠it plays like a movie in my headâŠ
đŻâ- fantastic! âverse
đïžđ» - stevie brandon seeing ghosts au, which has eight different (now nine i guess but you haven't seen the mustache adam post yet) plots. sorry
just. rotating like a microwave
đ - because they didnât have a pomegranate emoji, this is what i used for the fic that feels like it should be a 50k connor bedard character study hanif abdurraqib/cathal kelly thesis about legends and mythmaking in sports and eating your young. yes i know pomegranates arenât actually pomes and apples are but itâs fine
đŠ - the one cat da fuck they doing over there meme but about the sharks just like. in general. more on this at five
tagging @colap1nto, @songsandswords, @whitenikes, @gordiemeow, @acheronist, and anybody else who wants to share!!
#i regret to inform the public (beloved mutuals who read my tags) that we have hit the doldrums re: creativity.#got SO excited because i had no prep for tomorrow and got out unreasonably early and proceeded to do nothing đ€© zero motivation/inspiration#anyway. being a big baby. have looked at dewey^2 for too long and now hate it which makes me sad because i was on SUCH a roll solving plot#and really i just need to pick something else from my (looks at smudged hand) 10000 other documents but none of them are calling my nameeee#maybe iâll ao3 format đ -> đ or maybe iâll read wandering stars (did finish a book this morning) and then hope something strikes me#preferably very aggressively like with the force of a train? OHHHHHH YOU GUYS MAYBE I COULD MAKE SOMETHING FOR HOLY JUMPING MACKEREL FEST#because you know what DID hit me upside the head like a 2x world champ coming from behind with the steel chair WAS BERGY & JOE GUESS WHO#joey first of all did not deserve to lose those games and second of all i am SO immensely delighted i donât know if itâs on here yet i am#so sure at least one of my beloved drw moots (beth and nik are likely culprits but all of u would) has it on here yet BUT THEREâS SO MUCH#BERGY VERY BLATANTLY CALLING JOE A NERD BC HE KNOWS ALL ABT HIS TEAMMATES &LOVES THEM!! BERGY NOT KNOWING A SINGLE FUCKIN THING ABT ANYONE!#the absolute unsurprised yet still heartbroken disbelief & disappointment of joe saying âhe uses black tape!â oh thatâs rent-free forever#anyway.#liv in the replies#p.s. it's fic friday now don't worry about how late i am#as always ask away ask about anything in post tags y'all know i love to yap u are always welcome in the inbox or dms#i was trying to be slightly less mysterious about all of these but i am a secret-keeper sorry and also you need to live inside my brain#in order to understand half of what i'm referencing sometimes. sorry.#also there are some un-hockey fic projects i want to do but i have. so little time in my life for anything sometimes that we will make do
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