#literally scratched every yt itch i have

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one thing about me is that i loveeee joel smallishbeans 💪💪💪 that’s my guy right there

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17, 19, and 71 for the top 3 asks!

17. top 3 OTPs

Gelphie!!! maybe a bit basic what with wicked (and gelphie along with it) becoming mainstream this year because of the movie but truly i love Elphaba and Glinda together so much it might be a little unhealthy. they're just so perfect for each other they match the other so well at every level, the video "Wicked is Gay (and here's why)" by wickedlyqueer on here explains it so well and to quote them directly "simply put, Elphaba and Glinda are opposite sides of the same coin". also they literally are the resolutions to the other's character arch I mean COME ON. anyway I love them so much :))

Danbecca!!! brought to you by my current main hyper fixation :D and I know, maybe sometimes they're a little toxic and maybe sometimes the dynamics are a little fucked up but you know it's my fucked up OTP you don't have to like it if you don't want to, I won't make you (not directly being said to you who sent the ask just in general) also I may or may not be writing a fluffy modern AU centering around them so I might be a bit biased. but besides that yes they have their issues but I think their relationship and the dynamics within it are so interesting, both reading about them in fics other people have written and now writing them and exploring that myself. so just yeeee they're great (:

Danbea/Beavers (?) slightly undecided ship name aside I know that this maybe isn't the most popular ship within the fandom and that some think they're too different but to me that's what makes it so interesting. since they're so different, they have the potential to clash which means: MORE ANGST (which I love) and it just adds to the dynamics and makes everything so much more layered and I am nothing if not a slut for characters/ships that have so many layers they make you want to dissect them under a microscope. also Danny and Bea are some of my favorite characters in the story so just put them together and boom true love (at least to me reading about them together) :)

19. top 3 characteristics you love about yourself (they aren't in order specifically but these are the top three)

my bluntness, I legit have no filter and if I ever had one it's hanging on by a thread. it's just so funny when I tell it to someone how it is and they're shocked that I was so like "this is your pile of crap and now you have to deal with it" sort of thing without any sort of sugarcoating lol. also according to my bsf this is also something she loves about me too yeee :D

the way I always manage to put my own spin on things, like once I had an assignment in my English class where we had to pick a song and analyze it for the tone and mood stuff like that. so me being me went up to my teacher and asked if I could do mine on "Sie ergibt sich nicht" from Rebecca and he was like "as long as the explanation for the lyrics is in English and you put the English translation, sure go for it" so yeah love that for me lol.

my kindness. a lot of people have told me that some small thing I did like just asking if they were ok or if they needed a hug or wanted to talk made their day when they were having a rough time and I love that I can do that and make others happy because I love to make people happy it just brings me so much joy :))

71. top 3 songs of this month

the Whitney Houston version of I will always love you from Dolly Parton but specifically Susan Rigvava-Dumas' cover of it. I have listened to it so many times it is on all of my yt mixes and idk what is is about this specific version but it just scratches an itch in my brain like no other. so yeah definitely up there for this month.

nichts nichts gar nichts from Elisabeth (2012 20th anniversary revival cast rec. specifically) I just love Annemieke's voice in this song and the song itself I just think is incredible, it's a beautiful song and it's one of my favorites from Elisabeth and it's been on repeat all the time lately.

die lieben verwandten from Rebecca, which I know is a bit random because in the grand scheme of things the song isn't all that relevant or plot moving but I just love it. it's such a fun song and I especially love kerstin bald's version, where right before she starts singing there's this little "ahh :D" she lets out and I just think it's so cute and adds to the song, and I just love the character of Beatrice so yeee.

Thanks for the ask dear :))

[sparkedblaze]

Okay, I'm gonna let you know that this is almost entirely inspired by your fight club au.

And it's in my influencer/modern au

If that's gonna give you an idea of how messed up this is about to get :)

T/W violence below the cut

Idk if you read my Albert post for this au, so I'm going to restate some of that bc it had Delancey things

The Delanceys started the RFC (Refuge Fight Club, more commonly known as the Ring) when Oscar turned 14, Morris was 12. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and they knew that the only way to do that was to fight. At least this way, they had consent to kick the others’ asses. No holds barred, bare knuckled fistfights. These are all out brawls that happen in the basement of the Refuge. The two of them hold top spot for years. There’s an age requirement (no one under 13-originally placed so Oscar could keep Morris safe just a little longer). There’s rules against girls fighting (Oscar underestimates everyone. He thinks that being born with a uterus means you’re weak). There’s special brutality toward out lgbt folk.

Albert is the first to break the age requirement. He’s only 10 when he fights for the first time. He’s allowed to fight because he essentially bullies Oscar (who’s six years older, and at least two feet taller) into letting him do it. And by bully, I mean this kid pranks him relentlessly. It starts with small things. Hand in warm water while he sleeps, whipped cream in the hand and tickle his nose, stealing his clothes while he’s in the shower. They’re simple, harmless pranks. 

Until they’re not.

Soon, Albert is oiling the stairs-hurting Oscar, Morris, and several of his own friends (he feels so fucking bad about his friends getting hurt). He’s putting mousetraps on the floor below his and Morris’s bed. 

Oscar asks him what it would take for him to fucking stop before someone actually gets hurt, and Albert tells him that he’s gotta let him fight, just once. If he holds his own, he keeps fighting, and if not he’ll know better.

Albert fights almost every day after that. Fights daily until he’s exhausted and heaving with it, but he grins the entire time. He loses about twice a week, when he’s too exhausted for the fight to go on too long, and he’s in and out of the ring. But he goes, patches himself up, and passes out on a bed for roughly 22 hours. He eats, and immediately goes down to the basement, looking for whoever had beaten him the night before.

His first break in that pattern comes when Antonio gets put in the Refuge (he’s 11). Toni is appalled by the Ring at first. He thinks it’s brutal and horrifying and all these other things. But, he starts thinking about the bets his papá made at the horse track in Brooklyn, and his brain starts working out how maybe they could do that with the fights and-wait his new red-headed friend is literally a dead man walking right now.

Toni (not Racetrack, yet) told him that he would probably stop losing if he’d just take a day or two break a week, and at first Albert says hell no

But then Toni talks him into taking a break for a day, and Albert goes back the day after absolutely ready to dominate the ring.

And he does

And that's the first fight Toni takes bets on. And everyone expects Albert to suck and be out of practice.

So he rakes in the dough on that fight.

Morris and Oscar✔️

They’re professional MMA fighters. They were raised in a bad environment, and they did a lot of bad shit when they were kids, and now they’ve found a healthy way to get out all their anger. Not active on yt or twitch, they’re mostly MMA stars and instagram influencers.

They’re also getting ready for the opening of Lethwei to the world. Very excited to bare knuckle fistfight, pretty much no holds barred, until someone either gives up or they run out of time. Have a running bet to see who’s going to win the most matches.

Once they get into Luthwei, they never go back to MMA fighting. 

Morris starts off as a very defensive fighter. He keeps people at bay until he can get a chance for the hooks and headbutts. Once he kind of realizes that being defensive no longer scratches that itch (it takes him a while to realize) he goes into the ring with an animalistic fury. He's suddenly gone from 'wait until I find an opening' to 'create the opening I'm looking for'

Oscar, on the other hand, fights very much like Dave Leduc. Front kicks to establish striking distance, then coming in with elbows followed by headbutts and powerful hits. Everyone wants to challenge him, but he comes in a flurry of elbows and fists and knees, no one beats him. He never gives in. He’s got plenty of draws, but outright losses? None. He’s very nonchalant before the bell, leaning against the ropes, preparing himself mentally.

When they were younger, they lived in the orphanage that their uncle worked in, and they were neglected as much as the other kids, but acted out in hopes of getting the attention of any adults that could help. No one ever did. 

i am experiencing modern delanceys brainrot again

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結髪夫妻 [Home Remedies]

A/N: inspired by this yt channel I found of this japanese housewife who diy everything (literally everything, she is currently reconstructing her house by hand)

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader

Description: He asked you to help with cutting his hair, you were terrified.

Word count: 1204

Warning: I... have no idea how Kita’s hair colour works. It’s probably natural which made it all the more confusing. Does the tips turn black once they got long??? Is his bby hair black and the new hair grow out white??? Just... don’t think about the mechanics of it when you are reading

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Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you gulped.

“I can’t do it,” you sighed exasperatedly, putting the pair of scissors roughly onto the table before rubbing at the side of your head.

Kita slowly pulled his hand out and moved the sharp blades away from you. 

“It’ll be alright,” he said, “I trust you.”

“But I don’t!” you yelled, throwing your hands down, taking a few steps in a circle in your frustration before turning back to him again, “What if I make you look hideous?”

He sighed, pursing his eyes to blink away the discomfort of the tips of his grown bangs poking into his eye, his nose scrunching up in the process. “You won’t, it’s just hair-”

“Hair-” you sucked in a deep breath, “-is everything, Shinsuke.” 

Kita Shinsuke was never one to spend too much time keeping up with his appearance, those things did not matter to him. As long as he looked tidy and appropriate, that was good enough for him. When the boys around him slowly started to ditch the bland cuts and begin toying with styling gel (not always an effective attempt but they were teenage boys, they still had a long way to go), Kita kept his same simple cut of short hair and M-shaped bangs all throughout his adolescent years. 

keeping up with neatly trimmed hair was a lot of work and going to a salon every several months seemed like a waste of money to him when his grandma’s stealthy hands did the trick just fine. Children were always impatient on the chair, but Kita was always well-behaved, looking all the more so when grandma Kita ran her hand through his newly cut hair and cupped his round cheeks.

“My Shin-chan is such a handsome boy,” the cooing embarrassed him slightly when he grew to be above the age when he had chubby cheeks for her to pinch at but he always stayed still when the old lady, who now looked tiny compared to him caressed his face with wrinkle-covered hands. Kita Shinsuke would always be a baby to the eyes of his grandmother, bending down willingly to let her ruffle his hair when he visited even though he was blushing from the way you watched on with a grin.

He didn’t need anything fancy, as long as it wouldn’t get in his way when he was off in the fields and it didn’t take anymore more than a blowdryer to keep up with it, any hairstyle would do for him. But as reliable as the grandma signature cut was, it wasn’t a practical option now that he moved away with you.

And so the most obvious option left when the black tips at the back of his head were slowly reaching down to the nape of his neck, was for him to turn to you.

It had looked simple enough when he watched his grandma did it, just a few chops and it was done. He did not think of it as a big favour to ask when he came to you with a pair of scissors, scratching his neck at the itch of his hair bushing at his skin for you to land him a hand.

The way you paced around anxiously was not something he had expected.

With your reaction, you would think it was your hair instead of his you were cutting.

“It’ll grow back after a while,” he said, his eyes glancing at the way your hands gripped at his shoulders intensely. The heavy rubbish bag with a hole cut in the middle for his head worked as a makeshift cape, the plastic ruffling under your hands as your hold tightened.

Surely, no matter what you did, he could not look more ridiculous than he was sitting in a rubbish bag right now.

“But it’ll take at least a few days,” you whined, “I can’t live with the burden that I tarnished the way you look for days.”

He tried to reason with you, sounding as logical as he could in his rubbish bag. “Will you find me any less attractive if I have ugly hair?”

“No...”

He mused at the way your gaze lowered. “Will you love me less if I have ugly hair?”

“No,” you replied weakly, “but that’s not the point-”

“So even if you messed up my hair...”

“Shinsuke, that’s not as reassuring as you think it sounds-”

“I’ll still wear it proudly because my partner did it for me,” he held you by your wrist and took it off his shoulder, putting the scissors in your hand, “ok?”

You groaned, slipping your fingers between the holder, “It’s not fair for you to say things like that.”

He sent you a small smile, pushing away the strand of hair covering his eyes with a lift of his eyebrow cheekily. You took a deep breath, slowly exhaling the puff of air in your lungs to steady yourself, gulping when you held onto the longest pieces of his fringe.

“I’m doing it now.”

“Ok.”

“I’ll just go in with it.”

“Ok,” he chuckled.

The scissors made a crisp chopping sound when you closed it down on the tip of the triangle that was his hair. The black bits fell down his chest and your heart skipped a bit when you could see his eyes fully under the straight line of his bangs, now significantly shorter by a chunk with the rest of his hair.

Your heart skipped a beat, in guilt.

“Oh f-”

-

Kita stilled when you yanked the rubbish back off of his head, his newly cut hair all pushed up as he struggled to slip out from the hole.

His forehead was feeling... aired out, now that the pieces covering his eyebrows were all chopped away. The weight at the sides of his head was significantly lighter and he smoothed out the bits of his sideburn with his fingers.

You held the mirror to your chest, gripping it tightly as you mentally prepared yourself to let him see it. “Before you see yourself,” you blurted, looking away from him when you turned the mirror around, “I just want to say that it’s an accident.”

The sharp angles of his old fringes were gone, what used to be a large piece of hair at the center of his head now laying as a small tuff. The ends were slightly choppier than usual, the line of the cut slightly wobbly at the side and some missing a corner or two in random places.

You gulped when your husband stared at his reflection in the mirror you were holding, pushing his hair up and spending quite a while trying to see how to tug them to the side.

Your fingers curled around the frame when he looked up.

“I like it,” he said casually, the corner of his lips tugging up.

“Really?” you asked quietly, putting the mirror down to cradle his face, taking a look at him yourself.

“It’s better than what I expected.”

“Oh, that’s good-” you paused, processing the hidden meaning in what he just said so nonchalantly, “Shinsuke, what did you just say?”

“I said you did well.”

“No, no, that’s not what you said-”